Running with the Wolf
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Ororo
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,498
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Bubbles
Bubbles.
Ororo could feel bubbles.
Was this a dream? If it was, please let me never wake up, she thought.
The fizz and pop of champagne bubbles danced across the skin of Storm’s stomach. A tongue began following the liquid trail with a series of kitten licks.
Smiling in her half-wakened state, ‘Ro stretched out against the sheets only to be petted and stroked by an all too masculine hand.
Even though his touch was masked by the lightning-white satin sheets, her body knew it was him.
Why had he returned to the mansion? Why had he come to her room?
Tonight of all nights. Ororo had often thought New Year’s Eve was over rated and this year was no exception. The mansion had started reminding her of Noah’s Ark with everyone going around in neat little twosomes, which had hurt her. She was intelligent, attractive and desirable – so why did no one look at her with the same scorching intensity that Scott looked at Jean?
At times she thought she would die because of the pain she was feeling, but ‘Ro knew that as long as she felt something she was alive.
Alive was definitely how she was feeling now - deliciously and sensually alive. Hands and satin traced down the line of her body, leaving a heated trail before framing her hips, covered in a scrap of red lace and nylon. Storm could feel Logan’s smile against her thighs as he began leaving small bite marks, through the lace. She moaned at the simplest, most earthy pleasures created by his touch.
Bubbles again. This time dripping over her and onto Logan’s tongue which had started doing wicked, decadent and hedonistic things to her clitoris through the lace.
Oh my, I’ll never be able to look at a bottle of champagne without blushing, she thought.
Logan began to draw on that sensitive little bud with his teeth. Ororo tried to be silent so as not to alert anyone who might be passing by her room, but her release demanded vocalisation. This time the storm had been unleashed within her.
This was lust. This was love. It was liquid, loud and lucious.
Champagne, steam, soft moans and earthy growls all mingled into one addictive feeling. Ororo anchored her fingers in Logan’s scalp and held on.
Questions about why he had came straight to her room bearing champagne could be answered later. This felt too good. This felt amazing.
A clock in the mansion’s hallway began to chime. A chorus of Auld Lang Syne could be heard from somewhere downstairs.
"Even though I’d rather a beer – I’ve always been told you should see in the New Year with champagne. Something about the bubbles. " Logan unleashed a grin that would melt the polar ice cap.
Ororo brushed her lips against his and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
"Happy New Year Logan."
Ororo could feel bubbles.
Was this a dream? If it was, please let me never wake up, she thought.
The fizz and pop of champagne bubbles danced across the skin of Storm’s stomach. A tongue began following the liquid trail with a series of kitten licks.
Smiling in her half-wakened state, ‘Ro stretched out against the sheets only to be petted and stroked by an all too masculine hand.
Even though his touch was masked by the lightning-white satin sheets, her body knew it was him.
Why had he returned to the mansion? Why had he come to her room?
Tonight of all nights. Ororo had often thought New Year’s Eve was over rated and this year was no exception. The mansion had started reminding her of Noah’s Ark with everyone going around in neat little twosomes, which had hurt her. She was intelligent, attractive and desirable – so why did no one look at her with the same scorching intensity that Scott looked at Jean?
At times she thought she would die because of the pain she was feeling, but ‘Ro knew that as long as she felt something she was alive.
Alive was definitely how she was feeling now - deliciously and sensually alive. Hands and satin traced down the line of her body, leaving a heated trail before framing her hips, covered in a scrap of red lace and nylon. Storm could feel Logan’s smile against her thighs as he began leaving small bite marks, through the lace. She moaned at the simplest, most earthy pleasures created by his touch.
Bubbles again. This time dripping over her and onto Logan’s tongue which had started doing wicked, decadent and hedonistic things to her clitoris through the lace.
Oh my, I’ll never be able to look at a bottle of champagne without blushing, she thought.
Logan began to draw on that sensitive little bud with his teeth. Ororo tried to be silent so as not to alert anyone who might be passing by her room, but her release demanded vocalisation. This time the storm had been unleashed within her.
This was lust. This was love. It was liquid, loud and lucious.
Champagne, steam, soft moans and earthy growls all mingled into one addictive feeling. Ororo anchored her fingers in Logan’s scalp and held on.
Questions about why he had came straight to her room bearing champagne could be answered later. This felt too good. This felt amazing.
A clock in the mansion’s hallway began to chime. A chorus of Auld Lang Syne could be heard from somewhere downstairs.
"Even though I’d rather a beer – I’ve always been told you should see in the New Year with champagne. Something about the bubbles. " Logan unleashed a grin that would melt the polar ice cap.
Ororo brushed her lips against his and waited for her breathing to return to normal.
"Happy New Year Logan."