Primal Urges

Hello again...I thank those that have been viewing this story...I am very proud of it. I did want to let you know a few things:

Sentences in '' are thoughts (don't know how to do the italics yet!)

Also, reviews are welcome...no flames please. I do have other stories on fanfiction, if this is a little too graphic for you...



My little helper, Scythe (my friendl neighborhood devil) has given me MUCH help in getting this out and I thank him immensely...



Okay...enough of the speeches...on with the story...:)









Part Five



The soaking wet pair make their way back into the mansion just as the sudden storm subsides. Rushing in the back door, they head for the stairs to head to their rooms. As she heads to her loft, Logan watches her walk slowly up the stairs…wanting to say more to her. He makes the decision to visit her room later, so he heads to his room to dry off. He enters the room, heading for the bathroom…'maybe a quick shower first.'



The handsome feral strips quickly, running the water extremely hot. Being out in the rain is not a good thing for most people, but since he can’t get sick…feeling cold is nothing to him. He steps into the water, feeling his thoughts settle…it bothers him that he never thought what leaving here would do to her, especially then. All he was worried about was the nightmares he was steadily having after the battle. Logan had always awakened in a cold sweat and claws unsheathed…the bed was usually in tatters, his sheets in shreds. He couldn’t let her know about that…she had enough to deal with trying to keep the school afloat. Hank was in Washington and the kids were still wet behind the ears when it came to the rigors of actually being X-Men.



She needed him…and he abandoned her.



As the hot water steams up the room, he has to wonder; 'Why in the hell did she understand? How did she know what he needed to do and still accept it?' The fact that it took so long was what wore on her…and rightly so.



Logan lowers his head, letting the streams of water run off the sides of his face as he braces an arm against
the back of the shower…'I know I hurt her, but how in the hell do I make it up to her…shit, how do I even start?.' He takes some soap and starts to lather himself up, determined to finish quickly and have a talk with her before she turns in. The shower feels refreshing…his nerves are a lot calmer, until a new scent hits him…



Orchids…



'Shit!' His mind freezes, not knowing what to do…but his body hardens, like it seems to always want to do when he catches her scent. Every sense is awake, wanting and needing to know what the next step of action is going to be. He quickly rinses off, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel before stepping out. Logan opens the door, stepping out of the steam filled bathroom…still wrapping a towel around his hips.



There, sitting on the edge of his bed, is Ororo. She is dressed in a blue robe, her hair unbound and flowing about her shoulders. He can see that it is still a little damp, but can’t be sure if it’s from the rain or a shower she may have taken. Her eyes gaze rests on him, not sure of what to say or do.



“So… Are ya’ okay now?” he asks softly, standing in the doorway.



Ororo is stunned…she has seen him shirtless many times, but there is something about this time that makes it more erotic…damn near pornographic. His hair is slicked back from the shower and as well as the light covering of hair across his chest, making his it look smooth…enticing to touch. The towel is swung low around his hips, giving her a nice glimpse of his lower waist area…rippled with muscles and covered in more soft hair…again, enticing to touch. A flare of lustful desire runs through her as she desperately tries to remember why she had come in there in the first place. Initially, she just wanted to be near him…he made her feel safe, and she wanted to make clear where they stood now.



'Is this to go any further or are they just to remain friends?'



As if she had spoken the words out loud, Logan comes closer, his nose picking up a new scent…his walk stealthy, graceful. He stands just in front of her and stares down into her face...unsure of what to do now. Smiling, he takes a seat next to her, waiting for an answer. She lowers her gaze before she says, “I’m fine. I just…”



He takes his finger to lift her chin to face him, “Wanted ta’ know where we stand?”



She nods, “I know you’re sorry…you know that I understood why you had to leave and I can kind of understand why you backed off. But where does this leave us? Are we simply friends? Or…”



A sexy smile form on his lips, making her breath catch, “Or are we more?” he murmurs. Logan leans back before he considers an answer that, “I never explained why I pushed ya’ away and I need ta’. I was havin’ horrible nightmares over what happened…shit that no one should havta’ deal with.” Standing abruptly, he starts to pace, “I woke up in cold sweats…my sheets in shreds, the need to maim and kill overpowerin’ every nerve in my body. I couldn’t burden ya’ with that…couldn’t have ya’ worryin’ about me when ya’ had so much more to handle. Ya’ didn’t need to baby me…”



“Logan…” Ororo starts, but he comes over to place a warm finger against her lips. “I know what yer gettin’ ready to say, and don’t. The rages that I have ain’t pretty…I didn’t wanna have ya’ worry about a crazy-ass man in the mansion that may try ta’ kill everythin’ in sight if he don’t calm down!” He paces again, reminding her of a caged tiger, yearning to be free. “I know I should’ve said somethin’…should’ve tried harder, but it was too damn much! I…I needed to get outta here…”



Ororo stands and comes over to him, “Logan, it’s over now…I understand. Even I can’t deny the call of the wild.” Soft hands make their way up his arms and he shifts ravaged eyes to hers. She smiles, finally being able to give him the comfort that she has always known he needed, “I understand you, Logan…maybe more than I understand myself. I have seen your berserker rages…your need to kill. It can be terrifying, but I could no more blame you for who you are than I can blame myself. You have a grace and beauty that no one has ever acknowledged…” her hands run over his chest…his muscles clenching at the tender contact, “I don’t know why I’m saying all of this…can’t imagine what you must think of me, but I cannot hold this in any longer. My feelings are not clear, but I know that I do need you, Logan…my earthbound spirit warrior. You are the strength I need…”



Logan cuts her off with a heated kiss…his arms capturing her in a crushing embrace as her hands caress that massive body of his. She moans, surrendering herself to the battering of his lips against hers. Once his tongue probes between her lips, she eagerly accepts him in…dueling with him hungrily. Ororo can feel his body tighten…the slight rise against her leg and shivers, not knowing if this means that she wants more or if she’s too afraid to go any further. He pulls her closer; taking in her scents…both are enough to have his head spinning, the mixture of orchids and her arousal firing his blood. But Logan can sense her hesitation so he pulls back, his eyes flashing with a tightly leashed desire, “I won’t do anythin’ ya’ don’t want me ta’…”

Every fiber in her being is crying out for him, but a gripping fear takes hold of her. He can see that she is a little hesitant…okay, this can be put off…but his body is screaming at him. Every muscle on him is tensed and waiting to spring…'how in the fuck can he just put a stop to everything?'



The look on her face is enough…



Logan pulls her into a gentle hug, “Don’t worry, darlin’…I won’t press ya’. Ya’ll let me know…” He can feel her smile against his chest and that does more for his raging libido than he ever thought it would. She looks up at him, asking softly, “I don’t want to be alone…can I stay here?”



Immediate bodily reaction…his manhood stiffens, but he calms it down, “Are ya’ sure ya’ wanna tempt the beast?” he growls low. The deep voice sends another desire-ridden ripple through her,



“I trust you…”



'The killer phrase…'



Swallowing hard, he leads her over to the bed, letting her get comfortable while he heads for his dresser to find some appropriate sleepwear…something to keep his raging manhood from making itself known. He walks back into the bathroom to change, leaving her to feel disappointed that he wouldn’t reveal himself to her…



'Idiot…you just told him “not now”…what the hell did you think he was going to do?!'



Actually, she was hoping that he would listen to that beast, say “the hell with it” and coax her into letting him make love to her…but the surprise of all surprises, Logan can be a gentleman. Her cheeks warm as he returns, wearing pair of black lounging pants…still topless. The bed shifts as he makes his way across it to make himself comfortable against the pillows. She sits there; staring at him…suddenly wondering if this was a good idea.



“C’mon…I don’t bite…hard…”



She giggles as she curls up next to him, snuggling into his shoulder. The soft hair on his chest and the body heat he gives off is as powerful as a lullaby. Ororo closes her eyes and sighs softly, “We never decided anything, Logan.”



He looks down at her…letting his fingers stroke her luxurious mane, “I think we did…but I think ya’ wanna take it slow, right?” Ororo nods briefly…her eyes so very heavy now. Logan can feel her relax and settles in himself…'who would have thought that the unstoppable Wolverine would just be snuggling with the most beautiful woman I have ever encountered?' He can feel her breathing become even…she’s asleep. Taking her cue, he closes his eyes to join her…his arms wrapping around her tightly.



A single thought drifts in his mind before he falls asleep, 'Mine…'







Morning…and the light beams down on Logan’s face. Grumbling, he opens his eyes…trying to make sense of what is going on around him. He moves to get up, but an unfamiliar weight is pinning down his arm…something that smells of orchids.



'Ororo…'



He looks down into her peaceful face, her lips set into a serene smile. A smile plays at his lips as he takes his hand to push back some strands of hair off of her face. She moans as she turns into the motion…still asleep. The temptation to place a kiss is too overwhelming and Logan gives in…letting his lips gently brush across hers. Her eyes open slowly with her smile widening, “Good morning…” Ororo murmurs as she runs her hand across his cheek.



“Morning to ya’, too,” he returns, then lowers his head for another kiss…this time not coming up for air until he has her panting. With passion-glazed eyes she grins, “I can get used to this…” as his hand moves down to lightly caress her side and hip.



“You could get used to more…” and he waggles his eyebrows in emphasis. Ororo giggles while slapping him on the arm, “You are just bad!” Logan laughs; actually loving the playful banter they’re sharing…it’s taking his mind off of ravaging her. “I think we better get up…classes should be starting soon,” he says, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Standing, he stretches like a cat and she can’t help but stare at the way his muscles ripple as his arms stretch out and he bends over quickly to touch his toes.



'Flexible, muscular, toned…hmmm.'



Ororo blinks as her thoughts take her to a place that she really doesn’t need to go right now, so she gets up and heads for his bathroom. He watches her enter and close the door…feeling pretty damn good about himself for the first time in a long time, as well as sexually frustrated. Logan heads over to the window, sighing as he looks out at the sky…cursing the fuckin’ beast inside him while beating him back into his cage and mentally preparing himself for the upcoming mission. He hears the water running in the bathroom, smiling at the sound. There is something about Ororo making herself at home that causes him to think more about his feelings toward her…and knowing this doesn’t bother him in the least. Turning back from the window, he hears the door open…his eyes being drawn to see her emerge, smiling.



“You seem to have run out of mouthwash.” Ororo informs him, seeing his face frown at the discovery. He marches into the bathroom behind her and checks the bottle on the sink, “I guess I’ve gotta go get some then.”



She walks over to the bed and sits back down, “No need, I have an extra bottle upstairs…I’ll bring it to you later.” She places her hands on her knees, announcing, “I have to get to my room to change for class.” Just as she stands, Logan has turned to her, walking over to join her. He stop in front of her, not touching her…just waiting…that scent calling out to him. Ororo looks up into his hazel eyes as her arms wrap around his neck. Taking that as a go-ahead, he lowers his mouth to hers and gives her a soft, leisurely kiss. The feral lets his tongue tease hers into what is becoming their usual dance as his hands span her waist. The African beauty pushes her body closer to him, absorbing everything, until she breaks the kiss…pulling back reluctantly.



“I really need to go…”



“I know…”



They just look at one another…words not needed to express what is in their eyes already. Smiling, she caresses his cheek, “I’ll see you downstairs?”



“In a few…save me some breakfast?” Logan asks, smirking at her. She smirks back, “You better hurry then…” and winks at him before walking out the door. He stares at it as it closes softly behind her…this was definitely a first for him. Most of the time he has been with women, it was for a specific reason…and it damn sure wasn’t to cuddle. Logan has known many women in his life, however long it has been, and never once did he want to just be there for one…to have her look to him just for friendship.



But, this “thing” with Ororo has yet to be explained fully…feelings have yet to be admitted to. Whatever this is, it feels great and he doesn’t want to lose it…for any reason. Logan goes into the bathroom to prepare himself for the day; 'a relaxing workout with Tai-Chi will help make things clear…he thinks.'



Hell, he 'hopes…'



Ororo climbs the steps to her loft quickly to take a quick shower and to take care of the other little things she needs to finish before she starts her lesson. Running the water, she thinks about the wonderful night she shared with Logan. It never occurred to her that he would not try to take advantage of her being in his room; barely clothed and needing comfort from the onslaught of emotions that had been dredged up that night. That was the perfect situation for anyone to exploit, but he didn’t. 'Logan…Mister “I Don’t Need Anyone”…has been caring, tender, and surprisingly enough chaste. His kisses speak of the desire he has for me, but he hasn’t acted on it. He’s letting me make the choice…'



And dammit if she doesn’t feel now that she made the wrong one!



Groaning, she undresses and enters the shower, suddenly pissed that she didn’t let him take it further. Wondering how it would feel to have his rough hands rubbing along her body, those talented lips moving tantalizingly over her quivering skin…his tongue doing unspeakable things to the rest of her…



'No need to start getting myself worked up'…it’s bad enough that she has even begun to have these thoughts! In record time for her, she washes rapidly, then jumps out to brush her teeth…remembering that she needs to give Logan the extra bottle of mouthwash that she had in her linen closet. Ororo towels off, but forgoes wrapping it around her as she rushes to find an outfit to wear. Sliding on a bra and panties, she grabs a form fitting pull-over sweater and a pair of jeans. Looking in the mirror, she grabs her brush to tame the wild mass of hair on her head. 'Maybe I should have tied it up last night…?'



Grabbing a scarf, she ties back her hair…gazing back into the mirror to make she that she looks acceptable. Nodding, Ororo heads back into the bathroom to grab the mouthwash before she rushes out her room. She checks her clock as she leaves…'8:55, five minutes before her first class. Great…'



The Nubian goddess heads back down the stairs, stopping briefly on the second landing to see if Logan has come out his room yet, but really can’t tell since the door is still closed. She moves over to the door, placing the mouthwash in the doorway…waiting a second to see if he is still in there, but decides that she can’t wait any longer. Ororo rushes back downstairs to see if she can get a little something to eat before her class, hurrying into the kitchen to find the mess made from those that have already had breakfast…she finds a plate filled with bagels, grabbing one to put in the toaster. Ororo grabs a knife and loads it up with some cream cheese as she waits for it to pop. Looking around, she remembers Logan asking her to save him some, but there is nothing there that he would eat…'sorry, Logan…they beat you to it!'



Hearing the toaster pop, she grabs it and spreads the topping, taking a bite as soon as she is done…she has never had to rush so much, but being in Logan’s arms took away her sense of time. Ororo pours herself a glass of juice, downing it in the same quick amount of time that she is devouring the bagel.



Once done, she heads back out the kitchen, vowing that she is going to find out who left that mess. She walks down the hall to her classroom…just in time to set up before her students arrive. Heading over to the desk, Ororo opens her planner…but a movement outside her window draws her attention. Out in the clearing, she sees Logan stretching, then he starts to move gracefully in intricate martial arts moves that he has been known for. Mesmerized by the fluid grace that he exudes, she doesn’t hear the students enter and take their seats.


For once, Rogue isn’t late for class and when she enters, she notices that Ms. Munroe is standing by the window…completely taken with something. Silently, she makes her way behind her to see what it is and is shocked…she also sees Logan doing his Tai-Chi exercises. Her young gaze turns to her teacher, noticing a slight blush creeping up her cheeks. Rogue smiles secretly, turning away and making her way back to her seat. Kitty and Jubilee notice the little grin on her face. “Hey Marie, what are you grinning at?” asks Kitty as they take their seats. Rogue shakes her head, “Oh, nuthin’…jus’ keep your eyes open. Ah think somethin’ is gonna happen soon.”



“Really? What?” pipes in Jubes.



“Who does it have to do with, Marie? You know…spill!” returns Kitty, moving in closer to get the dirt.

Rogue shakes her head again, “Nope…can’t tell ya’ anythin’ yet. I’ll tell ya’ when Ah’m sure.”



Both girls groan, turning their attention back to their books. Meanwhile, Storm has yet to realize that her class is settled and is waiting for the lesson to begin. Her cerulean eyes follow along with each stretch, kick, and movement Logan does. A discreet cough brings her attention to the class and she jumps a little. “Oh! Sorry class…I was, um…well, let’s open our books to page 149…”



Rogue continues to grin as the lesson begins…Ororo taking note of the sly glances that she is giving her. As the class progresses, she has a rough time trying to keep her mind on the business at hand…especially knowing that he’s still out there. Funny…even with standing at the window, staring and damn near drooling over him, she doesn’t feel like she is intruding on his privacy. It almost seems as if Logan wanted her to see him…to see one of the ways he uses to maintain that steeled control that he has to keep. The rest of the class seems to drift by…she doesn’t really have her full attention on the students around her. It’s insane that after one night of cuddling, she sees him in a whole different light.







Logan takes in a deep, cleansing breath as he stretches his arms over his head. He lets them slowly drift back down as he releases it. Each movement he makes is precise…every action crisp and fluid. The kata he has performed for so many years flows out of him with ease…the light breeze blowing his black hakama gently. His senses ever at alert, he could tell that he was being watched…could sense that whoever it was meant him no harm…'Ororo?'



He smiles; now that would be something if she were the one watching. It doesn’t bother him that she would…in fact it feels sort of soothing. As Logan moves around, his mind wanders back to the previous night. At any other time, Ororo would have been his, completely. Her body was giving off every sign that if he had pressed the issue, she would have let him make love to her…claim her like this damned beast of his keeps screaming at him to do.



And dear God, how he wanted to…wants to!



This was the only way to get rid of those bestial urges that made his night last night almost unbearable. Logan had never fought so hard to keep himself at bay…lust and desire almost driving him over the edge of sanity. His body was tortured every single time she turned and cuddled closer to him, his manhood in a perpetual state of arousal most of the night…to the point he had to sleep on his back to be comfortable. Her intoxicating scent and the feeling of how warm she was against him damn near had him howling to the moon in frustration…



But, he had no nightmares…not a single one. His mind was completely absorbed with Ororo and how much he wanted, no needed, to plunge himself deep inside her hot depths.



'Shit…now, I gotta start over! This is gonna kill me!'



Losing his focus by imagining placing himself in between those long, luscious thighs…allowing his straining shaft to be taken in by a warmth that can only be imagined is arousing him even worse than he was the night before. Groaning, Logan bends over…his excitement more than visible through the lightweight pants.



“This is fuckin’ insane, Logan! Ya’ haven’t had dreams like this since ya’ were the snot-nosed teenager that wouldn’t know a pussy from a hole in the ground!” he hisses to himself.



Breathing heavily, the images continue to run non-stop in his beleaguered mind; him slowly removing clothes from her excited body…listening to Ororo’s amorous sounds of pleasure, seeing her face contort as her orgasm hits her…shit, as he watched her sleep last night, he saw her snuggle up to him…her nipples hardening under the robe, enticing him to take a taste…



The beast rears his head and he leans back with an agonized roar…his claws unsheathing with the distinct *snikt*. Poised as if to strike, Logan stands there…willing his body to calm down. Being sexually frustrated is not the best way to start the upcoming mission.



All of his muscles tense as he concentrates on reining the beast in…







Ororo can’t help herself…once class was dismissed, and with a sly look from Rogue…she takes a break to come out into the clearing where she had seen Logan. As she approaches, she hears his tortured sound, rushing to where he is to make sure that he is okay. Once she reaches the clearing she spots him, claws gleaming in the sunlight. She can see that he’s agitated…muscles twitching to do some damage. Hesitantly, Ororo moves in closer…not wanting to disturb him. Unfortunately, he catches her scent and spins around…his eyes wild.



“Logan…are you okay?” she whispers as she stops to see if he will allow her to come closer. His breathing is labored; his teeth glaring angrily…it is both an intimidating, yet beautiful sight. When Logan is in his feral state, he can move with the power and grace of any jungle cat…silent, yet deadly. It is a sheer delight to see him that way, even as he kills. She knows he doesn’t want to most of the time, but sometimes the beast dictates and he must follow. Ororo can never hold that against him…she has seen the man underneath all that rage and violence…a man loyal as well as determined to protect all those he cares about, much like the alpha wolf and his pack. All he knows is to protect; care for those that need it…



and choose a mate for life…



She moves within an arm’s reach of him, not daring to come closer. “Logan…let me help you…”



“You can’t help me…leave me alone!” he growls and that strikes her hard.



Ororo frowns, 'We’ve come too far for me to back off now!'



The Nubian beauty steps closer, his words of denial giving her the will to see this through. She places a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling his muscles tense even more. “You are not going to do this again, are you? I am not going to let you push me away…not anymore. You need me…”



Logan spins quicker than she can react, grabbing her arms…claws still shining in her face. His face contorts as he grits out, “Need ya’?! I need ya’?! I’ve tried to warn ya’, ‘Ro…tried to get ya’ away from me but yer just as fuckin’ hardheaded as I am!”



The painfully confused look on his face drives her forward…urging her to keep prodding, “That I am, so that means I am not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong?!”



Their voices are raised…but neither backs down. Logan glares harshly at her while her eyes stare at him calmly.



'Damn her!'



Logan pushes her back, walking away from her to gather himself. “I ain’t never needed anyone in my life…didn’t expect to start. But, then I wind up here and ya’ fuck up the entire program!” He spins back to her, clenching his fists to retract the claws. “I’ve been out here all morning tryin’ ta’ get a grip…wantin’ ta’ get back what little control I had before last night, and damn if it didn’t work!”



Worried, she steps closer, “Why? Is it something I did? If so, I’m sorry…”



“No…it’s not something you did…it’s something I didn’t do…” he grumbles, looking at the grass below him. Ororo stands in front of him, “What didn’t you do, Logan? Please let me help you…I can’t stand to see you like this.” She looks at the ravaged features on his face…knowing instinctively what has him riled, the very same thing that has her out here wanting to find out. They both are suffering from a tension that is beginning to overwhelm them…the only cure being to set themselves free. The silvery –haired beauty moves within inches of him…



And she makes a huge mistake…she takes his face in her warm, inviting hands to make him look at her.



'Bad move…'



Logan doesn’t hesitate…his lips swoop down to possess hers almost brutally. She grips his shoulders to hang on, but the heat and intense outpouring of emotion in this kiss is turning her legs into Jell-o. Mindlessly, he plunders…driving his tongue into her mouth, only to have it greedily sucked on by her. A darkly feral growl erupts from deep within his throat as his hands rove all over her, the beast wanting more…needing to dominate and claim this exquisite creature as his own…his mate…even if she doesn’t know it yet and even though it hasn’t been sealed with their coupling, yet. His confused feelings for her have been made clear…crystal clear. This is the one that he was always meant to be with, this is the one that he can protect and care for, and this is the one that has his heart forever…



'What?! Oh shit…I’m in trouble now…'



Yes, his heart…which means that he loves her.



'When the fuck did THIS happen?!'



'Does it matter? It has, so wha’cha gonna do about it?'



He changes the power of the kiss, making it gentler and teasing. Ororo can sense the change in his demeanor and pulls back slowly. The darkened look in his eyes is gone, replaced by the clear sight of hazel eyes. Her hand caresses his cheek, and she gives him a tremulous smile, “What is it now, Logan?”



He traces her lips lightly with his finger, “Dammit, I do need ya’, ‘Ro. I need ya’ so bad right now…” She feels his arousal pressed against her, and for a split second…she feels it necessary to say no. But, then he grinds his hips against her and that thought floats away…replacing it is the rapidly flaming desire to be with this man completely. “Logan…” she murmurs weakly as his lips attack her neck. His lips tease, his tongue strokes…and her body is that close to total surrender. Suddenly, off in the distance, they hear voices coming their way and they quickly break apart…breathing heavily. Logan can smell her desire…and it’s driving him crazy. He was so close to having what he has been dreaming of since he returned…now that he wants to admit to it. Now, they have to try to look normal when the owners of the voices come into view.



Wouldn’t you know that it’s Rogue and her two girlfriends?



They stop when they see Ororo and Logan standing there…looking extremely guilty for what, they can’t tell. Rogue smiles, knowing instinctively what was going on. She calls out, “Oh, hey Ms. Munroe…Logan. We didn’t know you were out hea’.” Logan grunts, turning around so that the young girls won’t see that something they really don’t need to see. Ororo lifts her chin a little, smiling, “Hello ladies, I was talking to Logan about the mission,” as if she needs to explain why she is out here…



'…in the woods…'



'…alone with the Wolverine.'



Rogue doesn’t buy it, but plays along. She had seen her come this way and knew why…so, being the inquisitive teen that she is…she brought her friends with her to “take a walk by the lake” as it were. She nods, “Ah guess we should all be gettin’ ready for it, huh?”



“Yeah, kid…ya’ should.” Logan says, turning around to look at them. Jubilee and Kitty stand there with their jaws dropped…still unable to get over how well-built he is…and trying their damndest to keep from staring, failing horribly. Rogue pushes Jubilee, who in turn pushes Kitty. They drop out of their trances, shaking their heads to clear themselves. “Well, I think we should be going now…right, Jubes?” asks Kitty, pulling her friend along…trying desperately not to blush. Jubilee just nods, her eyes never leaving Logan’s body…while Rogue gives them a smart salute and rushes off behind her rapidly retreating friends. Ororo watches them, hearing their little chatter as they leave the clearing…



“Rogue, you never told us he looks like THAT?!” whispers Jubilee heatedly.



“I can see why Ms. Munroe is attracted to him…heck, I am!” answers Kitty and Rogue giggles. “Ah knew if Ah
told you he was built like one o’ those Greek gods we learned about, you would stalk ‘im all da’ time!”



They all laugh and Ororo can’t help but laugh with them…Logan looks at her like she’s crazy. “What’s so funny?” he asks, even though he did hear what the girls had said about his physique.



“You have definitely made an impression on those girls...you may have to watch out for prying eyes during your meditation time.”



Logan comes back over to her from behind, wrapping arms like warm steel around her waist. Ororo shivers as the sensual heat from his body flows through her. “An impression, huh? So, they like what they saw?”



She leans her head back against him, taking in that warmth, “Very much so.” And so do I…



He turns her around, “Well, I’m taken…”



“Are you?”



Logan kisses her lightly, “Sure am…even if she doesn’t know it yet.”



Her fingers stroke his mane of soft, thick hair as black as night. “What makes you think that she doesn’t” He smirks, “’Cause she keeps teasin’ me to the point of explodin’ in my pants!”



Ororo laughs, “I don’t intentionally mean to do it…I just want to be sure; I don’t want to be burned again.” That old insecurity comes back and it effectively put the beast back in its cage. Logan sighs, “I don’t wanna hurt ya’, ‘Ro…ya’ know that. Ya’ know I’ll try not to, but once I choose…that’s it, there ain’t ever gonna be another…not even in death.”



That thought both scares and excites her…could I be the one? Now that he has said this, she has to know something, something she has been afraid to ask…but, she has to make sure.



“Logan, what about Jean?”



Silence…he looks at her, his eyes unreadable. “What about her?”



“I know you love her…do you still? I won’t be what you use to get over her…”



He should’ve known that this would come up…but that final kiss he gave Jean sealed it for him. He won’t have those feelings for her again…somehow the feeling of betrayal not leaving him. This has nothing to do with a rebound…there was nothing to rebound from, nor is this a means to forget. No, this is something that he has been trying to deny for a while now…this having started the first time Jean died. Ororo had become his closest friend, his best friend and somewhere along the line she began to mean more to him than just that.



'No, this is just admitting to ma’self that I shouldn’t be such an asshole!'



As tenderly as he can manage, he speaks softly in her ear…exposing himself more than he ever has, “Ya’ ain’t the reason fer me ta’ get over her…she did that herself. This, is ‘cause I’ve always wanted ta’, but wasn’t sure that ya’d accept the advances from a beast. I didn’t wanna mess up the friendship we have…so I kept it ta’ myself.” Logan places light kisses on her neck, “I can’t deny it any longer…last night changed everythin’ for me. I understand what my confusion was…and it don’t exist anymore.”



“Logan…” Ororo moans as her hands stroke his arms. This is what she wanted to hear, but she knows there’s more…



He stares into her beautiful blue eyes…eyes filled with a compassion that he has never known before. 'Stop being a wuss and tell her, dickhead!'



“I love ya’, ‘Ro. Have for some time now…and it has nothin’ to do with Jean, never did. It’s you, babe…just you.”



Her breathing stops…impossible, he’s only been here a day! “No, Logan…you can’t…”



“We’ve known each other for longer than this, ‘Ro. Ya’ve been my best friend for a while now…but that changed even before the battle on Alcatraz. I didn’t think ya’d want me…so I pushed it back, wantin’ ta’ forget. Damned thing is…I couldn’t and what ya’ told me last night confirmed it. I need ya’, ‘Ro and I love ya’.”



“Logan…” her voice trembling as she says his name. With that one confession, her own jumbled thoughts have been straightened out finally…she risked taking a chance last night, why not continue?



“I love you, Logan…I love you …and you are not a beast, I have never and will never see you as one. You are a warrior, my warrior…still inbred with instincts that we all should still have. You are as part of the earth as I am of the heavens…wild, untamable, and beautifully lethal. We are a part of nature, as it is a part of us…and I wouldn’t change a thing.”



He smiles before his lips take hers in a passionate kiss. There is no rush, no driving need…this is an affirmation of what they have always known, but afraid to admit to. Her arms slide around his neck, letting her fingers delve into his silky hair. He trains his hands to stay decent…not to wander into places where they would tempt him to take this further.







In the distance, Rogue peers back into the clearing and sees the embracing couple, a huge smile creeping on her face. Thought so! she thinks, secretly wondering if she can get them to admit it out loud…



“What are you looking at, Marie?” Kitty asks, coming over. Rogue turns to her, “Oh, nothin’…thought I heard someone comin’.”



Kitty is not swayed, “Are they still there?” and she continues to walk over to the opening in the bushes, but Rogue steps in the way. “No, they left a lil’ while ago…let’s get goin’ before they come lookin’ for us.” Kitty stops, turning back to the direction they were going…looking back to see if she can see what Rogue was looking at. She can only see shrubs so she shrugs her shoulders and trots off after her two friends.







Logan breaks away from Ororo, his face flushed with the love he has for her. “You know, we really need to talk some more about this…” she says softly. He gives her a wolfish grin, “You sure you wanna jus’ talk?”



She slaps him on his arm, “Logan…you are insatiable!”



“Not yet…but I plan ta’ be!”



Giggling, she decides to tease him a bit by gently licking his ear, “Well, in that case…” His blood starts to boil again and his body stiffens.



“Damn tease…”



“Uh-huh…”



He kisses her passionately once again, deliberately wanting make her beg for more. His tongue caresses every bit of her willing mouth…her moans spurring him on. Logan nips on her bottom lip before sucking on it gently. Waves of pleasure start to drown Ororo as she tries to anchor herself by taking hold of his powerful shoulders…desperately trying to fight back, trying not to let him win. He smirks to himself as he lets his inner beast taunt her…his hand drifting up her body to those magnificent breasts. Hot fingers tease her nipple through the shirt…pinching it lightly, flicking it back and forth until that intoxicating scent of hers floods his olfactory senses. Ororo moans, a wild urge to have him rip her shirt off to ease the aching in her nipple causing her to shake…she tries valiantly to calm herself.



But it’s no use…he’s too dominant, too powerful…her feelings for him too complete for her to deny. The feral knows when she has succumbed and he smirks against her lips. “Tease me, will ya’?”



“You win…you win!” she moans out as Logan reluctantly releases her, his manhood raging at him. Straightening herself out, Ororo smiles shakily at him as she turns to leave, “I’ll see you back inside…I still have classes.”



“You know we’re going be the hottest gossip now…can you handle it?” she calls back and he laughs.



“Wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin’” he returns, eyes gleaming at her. He watches her saunter away…the gentle sway of her hips mesmerizing him.



“Damn tease…” Logan mumbles to himself, grinning like an idiot.