Fine Lines

Fine Lines: Chapter 4

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It was nearly five in the evening, and Ororo had been sitting in her bed for quite awhile, flipping through a pile of magazines Kitty had brought down when she and Rogue came in the lab for a quick visit. Moira had been down forty-five minutes earlier to do a brief examination, and had assured Ororo there would be no permanent damage to her reproductive organs. The Scottish woman had also said that she was available any time if Ororo wanted to talk, and she'd brought down some clean clothes so the teen could take a shower.

Logan started to make hoarse grunting noises, and Ororo twisted on her bed so she was facing him. Slowly, she got up, thankful that Moira had taken out her IV. Walking across the space, she gingerly sat on the edge of the bed by his legs. Gently taking his hand in both of hers, Ororo tried to use the careful touch to coax him awake.

Opening his eyes to find Ororo's brightly smiling face hovering over him, Logan half-smiled faintly. "Hey," he whispered raspily.

Tilting her head to the side slightly, Ororo shifted a little on the bed and lightly touched the side of Logan's face. "Hey yourself."

He blinked lazily, letting his dark blue eyes linger closed for a long moment. "How long've I been out?"

Ororo's gaze flicked to the clock on the med lab wall before she turned back to him. "About five hours."

"Damn." Logan made a low grunt in his throat, his eyes never leaving Ororo.

She gazed over his bare chest, hands moving slowly to unwrap some of the bandages.

"How's it look?"

Ororo's crystal blue eyes shifted to his face again, brows furrowed slightly. She gave a tight smile. "This wound is all closed up here." Very lightly, she stroked her hand over his chest, freshly healed skin a bright pink where the coarse hairs had yet to regrow after the scarring. "Does it still hurt?"

The concern in her voice made Logan grin faintly, closing his eyes again. "Just a little sore."

Nodding, Ororo carefully removed the rest of the bandages along his torso, then leaned over and slowly lifted the medical blanket just enough to reveal his outer right thigh. She left the bandaging alone and just tenderly brushed her hand over it in examination.

Logan grunted abruptly as the gentle touch caused a brief flicker of interest in his groin. The newly healed muscles in his lower abdomen stretched and strained painfully as he tensed with the reaction, and he grit his teeth with a grimace.

Noticing his sudden discomfort, Ororo worriedly pulled her hand back. "Logan, are you okay?"

He released a few heavy, hissing breaths. A faint snort passed his lips as he met Ororo's eyes, gritting his teeth still as he spoke. "Ya can't do that darlin'," his voice was a thick, raspy whisper.

"Sorry, I didn't know your leg was that bad," she said, misunderstanding what he meant.

"No, it ain't that," he whispered, laughing softly and continuing to grimace. "Ya can't turn me on now 'Ro," Logan's right hand moved to settle by his lower abdomen. "The muscles involved in that're pretty damn sore still."

Realization dawned over Ororo's face and she blushed furiously. "Oh!" She couldn't help the brief, sympathetic laugh that escaped her lips. "I'm sorry," smiling sheepishly, she pulled the blanket back over his leg and scooted up on the bed a little.

Logan relaxed easier as she gently raked her hand through his hair. He sighed softly as she took his hand.

Ororo couldn't help but glance toward her boyfriend's groin out of the corner of her eye, noticing the slight bulge beneath the thin blanket. She smiled a little while recalling some of her dream, up to the point where she woke and realized that Logan wasn't the one in her bed. Flinching suddenly, she turned away and fought back tears.

Logan frowned. He cursed himself for starting to become aroused or even mentioning it after what happened to her. Dammit, I musta jus' brought up that memory. Good goin' fuckhead. Growling to himself, Logan gently reached for Ororo's chin and turned her head lightly so she'd look at him. "I'm sorry," he whispered sincerely. "I shouldn't have - I mean, I wasn't tryin' ta.."

"Shh," she interrupted. Clenching her eyes shut, Ororo turned back toward him so he could see the side of her face. She grasped his hand firmly and shook her head. "I know," she whispered barely audibly. Her breathing was shaky and her whole body seemed to tremble faintly.

Forcing himself to sit up, Logan grit his teeth against his own pain and pulled Ororo into his arms. He continued to frown against his stupidity, pushing back the anger he still felt toward Victor for what that beast did to his wind-rider.

Realizing she was probably hurting him, since his body suddenly went rigid, Ororo moved away carefully with a sympathetic frown. "You better lay down," she said gently, eyes flicking toward his plate of uneaten food. "Jean and Jubilee brought us each some food earlier. Are you hungry?"

He grunted and shook his head. "Nah, not really." Logan saw the concerned look on Ororo's face and half-smiled with a soft sigh. "Well.. maybe a little."

Smiling, Ororo got up for a moment to get the plate of food. When she noticed Logan watching her walk away with confusion, she said, "Your sandwich is in the small medicine fridge, Hank said it was alright to put it in there." She opened up the small refrigerator and took out the plate, then went back toward the bed and sat on the edge, handing the food to Logan. "Here you go."

"Thanks," he said gruffly with a crooked smile, settling the plate on his lap. Logan really didn't feel much like eating, he still hurt too much to even think about food. But he wouldn't let Ororo know that. He didn't want her to know just how bad off he had been, so he concealed his pain and slowly picked at the sandwich on his lap.

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Not much later, Hank returned to the infirmary to check up on his patients. He smiled gently, pleased when he saw Ororo and Logan talking quietly with one another. The doctor was also glad to find that they had eaten something atleast. "How are you two?" He asked them softly with a gentle smile.

"Good," the response came from both teens simultaneously.

Hank turned slightly as Moira entered the lab behind him. His focus then settled on Logan. The teen looked to be in more pain than he was letting on. "Moira, I think it would be a good idea if you took Ororo out of the lab for a bit," He suggested, sharing a look with the institute's Headmistress.

The Scottish woman nodded, having a feeling that Hank would like to check up on Logan without Ororo being present. She smiled at Ororo, then quickly retrieved a wheelchair from the storage closet.

Ororo rose an eyebrow and sat up, staring at the chair while Moira wheeled it beside the bed. "I can walk you know." She said softly.

Moira just smiled. "I know lass, but ye need to relax. Come along now." She gestured gently. When Ororo slid off the bed slowly and sat in the chair, the Scottish woman shared another look with Hank before wheeling the girl out of the room.

Logan was laying flat on his back, so he couldn't clearly see Ororo leaving, but heard her being wheeled out of the room. An eyebrow rose in question when he saw Hank hovering over him. "What is it Doc?" He mumbled quietly.

The furry, ape-like man stared down at Logan with a grim expression. "You're still in pain aren't you?"

Looking away, the teen released a soft grunt. "Some," he answered barely audibly.

Hank sighed. He knew for Logan to admit that much that the young man had to have been hurting tremendously. The wounds along his chest and torso had already healed out on the outside, but Hank wasn't sure that everything was alright internally. Tilting his head to the side, he made a vague hand gesture for a moment. "Could you lay on your stomach so I can look over your back?

Turning over painfully slow, Logan managed to lay on his stomach, even though it just made his aches worse. He grimaced, pressing his forehead against the bed for a moment and taking in a hissing breath before turning his head to the side.

Removing the bandages on Logan's back, Hank grimaced faintly at the sight of the deep, healing claw marks and bruises along the teenager's skin. He figured the internal damage from what was left of the wounds was still much worse. "Alright," he sighed, "You can turn on your back again."

Doing so carefully, Logan had to clench his teeth and hold his breath for a moment while managing to get the pain under control.

"I'm going to get you some medication, and I want you to keep resting," Hank told him gently, seeing the agonized look on Logan's face. He went to get some of the more powerful drugs locked safely away in the medical closet, then returned and injected the medicine directly into the teenager's IV. "I added a sedative too, it should help you get to sleep."

Sighing, Logan could feel the drugs entering his system. "Don't..tell Ororo. She doesn't.....needta...worry 'bout me," he mumbled softly, speech beginning to slur. The pain faded slightly after a few moments before the sedative kicked in.

Hank was leaving the lab when Moira returned with Ororo. He smiled with a sharp nod of acknowledgement. Seeing that the white-haired teen's eyes were focused worriedly on her drowsy-looking boyfriend, he quickly said, "Oh, I just administered a sedative to help him sleep. I'd still like him to rest but he insisted that he wasn't tired." It was a lie, and Moira knew it just by the look on her collegues face, but Ororo didn't.

The girl nodded with a faint smile. "Okay." She carefully rose from the wheelchair and crawled back into her bed, then laid down on her side to face Logan.

Moira waved a hand toward the door in a gesture that meant she wanted to talk to Hank, then went about shutting most of the lights around the infirmary. "Goodnight," she said softly to both teens. "Hank and I will return in the morning to check up on you." With that said, she and the furry doctor retreated from the lab to let Ororo and Logan sleep. It wasn't very late, though both adults felt it would be better for the injured mutants to get plenty of rest.

After laying there for awhile, Ororo closed her eyes and drifted off once Logan had fully fallen asleep.

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With a faint sniff, Logan sat up with a wolfish grin on his face in recognition of the scent. It was Ororo's scent, mixed with the intoxicating aroma of feminine arousal. Moving to the edge of his bed, he waited while she approached him.

"I've missed you," she whispered saucily, sauntering in front of Logan and draping her arms over his shoulders as she leaned over him.

Logan couldn't quite be sure why she missed him, but that didn't matter, because she wanted him. She REALLY wanted him, and he wanted her just as much in return. His brows rose simulatneously in appreciation as she straddled his lap, and he snaked his arms around her waist. "Yer sure in a mood darlin'," He failed to hide a smirk.

She nodded with a bright, desiring smile. "Precisely the RIGHT mood too," Ororo captured his lips in her own and kissed him fiercly and passionately.

Kissing her back just as passionately, Logan parted her lips further with his searching tongue as it roamed about the inside of her hot mouth. Their tongues dueled about joined mouths fervently, and Logan felt his member harden in appreciation while Ororo rocked against him. He groaned between their lips while taking in a breath and capturing her mouth with his once again.

"Mm, I want you so bad Logan," Ororo moaned through the kiss while removing an arm from around his neck and reaching between their bodies. Her exploring hand roamed over the large bulge in his boxer shorts before she slipped her hand beneath the waistband and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. "Ooh, you want me too, I see," Ororo smiled slyly, gazing into Logan's eyes.

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Ororo worriedly gazed across the dark infirmary where Logan's bed was when she had heard him moaning and grunting in his sleep. "Logan?" She called out of concern.

With a strangled gasp his eyes snapped open and Logan awoke breathing heavy with a raging hard-on. He grimaced faintly as he heard Ororo calling out to him, and thanked his lucky stars that the med lab was too dark for her to see his tented bedsheets.

"Are you okay?" Ororo called out when she noticed he was no longer asleep. She tried to focus in the dark room, but all she could make out was a dark shadow on the opposite bed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Logan ground out hoarsely while struggling to sit up. He was still hurting, but the drugs Hank had given him earlier were still in effect, and for that the teen was grateful. However, the tightness at his crotch was rather uncomfortable and he desperately wanted to release himself. Fumbling to reach for the IV tubes going into his arm, Logan pulled them out slowly and hung his feet over the side of the bed. He blinked back a sudden wave of dizziness as he let his bare feet hit the floor and wavered unsteadily.

Watching his shadowy form in the dark while he got off the bed, Ororo tilted her head to the side and propped herself up on an elbow. "Where are you going?"

"Jus' ta the bathroom," he muttered hastily, quickly and painfully shuffling toward the lab's bathroom with both hands blocking his privates. Logan was completely aware that he was naked, not including a few remaining bandages, but it was too dark for Ororo to see anything but a shadow anyways.

Shutting the door behind him and not bothering to turn on a light, Logan braced one hand on the edge of the sink while the other wrapped around his throbbing erection. His breathing quickened as he thought about his dream while his hand worked back and forth rapidly. It didn't take long before he was reaching his orgasm.

Ororo sat up in alarm when she heard the loud, strained groans coming from the bathroom. "Logan, you sure you're okay?"

"Yeh!" He croaked in response after a moment. "Be out in a...minute,"

When Logan emerged from the bathroom, Ororo watched his shadowed form walk unsteadily back over to his bed. As he climbed up and once again covered himself with the blanket, she laid back on her side. She heard his steady, heavy breathing, but knew that he wasn't back to sleep. "Logan?"

He cringed for a moment, wondering if she'd known what he was up to in the bathroom. "Yeh?" It wasn't that he was embarassed or anything, it was just that he was worried about making Ororo feel uncomfortable around him. After what she'd been through, Logan wouldn't have blamed her if she never wanted to fool around again. But he couldn't help his thoughts and dreams. He wanted Ororo. But it was more than just that. Logan truly loved her. He'd wait for her to be ready for eternity if that's what it took.

"Are you feeling okay?" Ororo propped herself up on an elbow once again.

Grunting softly, Logan gave a tired nod that she wouldn't have been able to see. "Yeh," he lied flatly. He wasn't feel as bad as he had before, but that was only due to the drugs he had been given. It had surprised him that he was even able to get out of bed like it did. "How 'bout you?" His voice was loving and concerned.

"I'm okay," came the quiet response. Ororo heard him shifting slightly on the bed. When some silence had passed and she realized Logan probably wasn't about to talk anymore, she rested her head again and closed her eyes.