Primal Urges

Part Seven



The Blackbird hovers above the docking bay in the back of the mansion, slowly descending into the dock silently. Once the jet stops, the team disembarks and heads for the debriefing room. Rogue stays by Remy’s side, much to the chagrin of Logan. They all enter the room to a frowning Charles.



“I’m sorry, team…I was fed the wrong information…” He looks them over, seeing the bruises and cuts on them all…especially Storm. Blood is covering the hole where she is cut, but a white bandage now fills it…courtesy of one Jean Grey and at the insistence of one Wolverine. Shaking his head, he looks out over the group of people standing there. “Since we were successful with our mission…I think we should make our introductions. I am Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of Xavier’s School of Gifted Children. We take in all mutants here and you’re welcome to stay.”



“Remy LeBeau, monsieur. An’ da’ res’ o’ dese people are?”



Charles starts from the left, “The one with the visor is Scott Summers, known as Cyclops. Standing right next to him is Dr. Jean Grey.” The pair wave at him…he nods in answer. Moving on, he says, “This is Ororo Munroe, known as Storm and the brooding gentleman behind her is Logan, known as Wolverine.” Ororo smiles at the young man, “Hello, Remy.”



Logan just sneers.



“You already know Marie…Rogue.” He looks down at the young girl, smiling rakishly. She tries her best to keep from blushing again…causing Logan to move closer to her. Ororo takes his arm to hold him back.

Xavier takes notice of the gesture…



“Well, now that we have made the introductions…tell me everything.” Jean steps forward, “You were right to have that funny feeling, Professor…it was set up. Remy wasn’t in trouble. We separated and other mutants ambushed each team. Storm and Logan had to face Callisto and Toad while Scott and I dealt with Psylocke and Quill. It was almost as if we were being tested…”



“We were being watched,” says Logan. They all look at him as he comes forward. “What happened ta’ us was planned. We were watched, even though I couldn’t pick up on it until we were about ta’ go.”



“Who did you sense, Logan?” Xavier asks, but he already knew the answer…



“Sabretooth.”



“What?! And you didn’t say anything?!” exclaims Scott. Jean puts a hand on his arm, “Logan was right not to say anything. It didn’t alert them to us knowing they were there, leaving them unaware. As long as we know they are out there, we can come up with something.” She turns to Xavier, “Can you pick up on what’s going on? Is it Magneto?”



“No, Erik has nothing to do with this. This is someone I can’t pick up on. Victor Creed is always as hard to track as Logan is, but the others have been shielded.”



“Can you tell who is doing the shielding?” asks Rogue. Remy even looks interested in what’s going on. The elder mutant looks at her, “No, that same shield is blocking their minds from me too. Whomever this is, they are well versed in who we are and what we are capable of.”



“Thanks to Creed…” murmurs Logan. A profound silence fills the room, only to be broken by the newcomer. “Pardon moi, chere’…but can Remy get a bit to eat? Been a long night.” Rogue claps a hand over her mouth, “Oh my…o’ course, sugah. Follow me…” The young pair starts to leave the room to be stopped by Jean. “Like the Professor said, you’re welcome here. Let me take you to a room, then Marie can show you the kitchen…I’m sure we’re all pretty hungry by now.” The tall redhead leads the way out with the pair following.



The ones that are left stare at each other…



“I don’t like this at all, Chuck. With that animal around, who’s to know what’s goin’ on?” asks Logan. Scott agrees, “I have to go with him on this one…we could be under surveillance right now.” Xavier moves around the table, settling himself in front of them. “I have to consult with Cerebro again, but I can tell you that even I am not comfortable with this situation. We have to be at the ready at all times, especially now.”



“Right, Professor,” says Ororo, holding her side. The painkiller that Jean had given her is beginning to wear

off. Logan sees her distress and gives an excuse, “Well, I think we could all use some downtime…before grabbin’ some food.” She nods as she walks out the door with Logan close behind. Scott looks at them quizzically, turning to Xavier to ask, “What is going on?”



Charles just smiles, “I know as much as you do.”







Ororo and Logan make their way upstairs to her loft, entering the room quickly. She moves over to the bed to fall on it while Logan flops in a chair. “Ya’ know…yer one helluva fighter, ‘Ro. That girl had no chance.”



“Thanks…sure doesn’t feel like it though,” she says to the ceiling…too tired to look up at him. He gets up and sits beside her on the bed, “Lemme see that cut…”



“Back to the mother hen, are we?” she says giggling.



“Smart ass…” he grouches. He helps her sit up to unzip the top of the uniform. He tackles the rising flames of lust as he helps her take the top down off of her soft, brown shoulders. Once the uniform is at her waist, he gently pushes her back down. “Lemme check…ya’ look as if ya’ were still in pain.”



“A little…it didn’t start bleeding again, did it?”



He looks at the large bandage, and sure enough…blood has started to seep through again. “Wait here…” he says and he gets up to go to her bathroom. When he disappears behind the door, Ororo jumps up to quickly remove the uniform. She rushes over to the dresser to grab a pair of sweatpants. Dropping the uniform to the floor, she steps out and pulls on the pants in lightning speed…forgetting that she is still pretty much topless except for a black bra. She closes the drawer as she sees the door move to the bathroom, making her way back to the bed. She sits, realizing that all that rushing put more strain on her than she thought. Wincing, she lays back down…breathing shallowly.



Logan comes back in, noticing that she has changed…for the most part. Grinning, he comes back over to her with a new bandage and a wet cloth. “Had ta’ get outta that thing, huh?” he smirks and she grunts in answer. Taking extreme care, he pulls on the bandage to loosen it…then yanks real fast.



“Owwww!” she yells and he laughs. “Thought it’d hurt less if I did that.”



“Well, you were wrong,” she moans. Still chuckling, Logan looks at the cut; Jean had stitched it, but it is oozing blood in spots. He lightly dabs the wound with the cloth, cleaning it completely before replacing the bandage.



For the first time in forever, Logan’s fingers tremble as he lets them run across her well-toned abs. Ororo lets her eyes close, the feeling of those fingers soothing to her. He takes the liberty of letting them run up her torso to just below her breasts. The feral looks up at her and see that she isn’t seeing anything, so he continues his explorations. Rough hands gently tease over her ribs, making her squirm a little. Tiny mewling noises come from her, spurring him on. Eyes transfixed on her beautiful skin, Logan lowers his head and places a soft kiss to her stomach. Her eyes shoot open, looking down at the midnight-black hair moving tantalizingly over her body. Her hands creep up to tangle themselves in that soft wildness, clutching him closer to her.

Feeling her grab him close, Logan lets his tongue take the path of his eager fingers. Her body convulses more; compelling him to take hold…making sure that he doesn’t grab her wound. His body is on fire now…the beast raging. Everything about him is gnawing at him to claim her now, but he takes his time…she is not someone to rush with, never even accepted that as a thought. Large, gentle hands move up to her shoulders, rubbing and caressing softly. Ororo is floating on a cloud of carefully constructed bliss…she has been wanting this, needing this, but unsure how to proceed to get it. She has been with other men, but they all seem to pale in comparison to this feral mutant hypnotizing her with his heated kisses.



“Logan…” she moans out, the tone pleasing to his ear, since now it hinges on passion. Her nipples are poking through the fine lace of her bra, teasing him to take them into his mouth, but he resists…for now, just for now.



The desire-hazed feral had not thought this would go this far…did not even imagine that she would let this go on. But, he is too far gone to consider stopping. Logan wraps his arms under her to lift her into his embrace, pressing his lips to hers eagerly. His tongue making its way into the depths of her mouth…she’s taking it in like it was the missing part of her. They grind their lips together; her arms grip his shoulders tightly while he draws her even closer around the waist. Logan pulls back to look at her…staring into cerulean depths. As his chest convulses, his breath catches, and he has never felt better.



“Do ya’ know what ya’ do to me, ‘Ro? I ache for ya’, darlin’…”



Ororo kisses his neck and kneads his shoulders with her fingers, “I can feel you, laazizi…” she whispers as her lips hungrily kiss his throat, making his head drop to the side. The desire rushing through him now is blinding…his beast is moments from breaking free. Then something tells Logan to slow down, something tells him that when he does officially claim her…it won’t be done like this. With the overwhelming surge of love he has for her and a disgustingly noble sense of honor, the feral pulls back…realizing that after doing all this, he’s gonna need at least a week to just get started with what he wants to do to her. As fevered eyes stare down at her, he knows that he’s gonna always want her, gonna always love her…forever. The primitive animal that is a major part of him has chosen its mate…and to hell what anyone thinks about it. His sensitive nose has been picking up her arousal…and her fear. Troubled by this, his tortured voice rasps at her, “’Ro…tell me ta’ get lost, tell me that ya’ have a headache…anythin’ ta’ get me ta’ stop.”



“Why?” she asks weakly. Ororo still clutches to his shoulders as she buries her face in his neck…feeling the strength of his back under her hungry fingers as they pant helplessly against the storm of desire smashing into them. Logan kisses the top of her head, gathering his voice, “Yer not ready yet…I can still smell yer fear. I don’t wan’cha scared o’ me, darlin’, don’t wan’cha ta’ think I’m takin’ advantage. ” Wanting to understand what he’s saying, she pulls back to see his face…to know that he’s not just playing with her, not just saying this to make her feel better. The beautiful windrider sees only sincerity and love in his hazel gaze, and he kisses the tip of her nose. “I want our time together ta’ be what ya’ truly want…not just what yer body is tellin’ ya’ it wants. I love ya’, ‘Ro…I can wait…I think…”



She laughs, “Who would have ever thought that you could be such a gentleman?”



He grins sardonically, “See wha’cha do to me? Now, I’m just as fuckin’ bad as One-Eye…”



“Logan…”



“Okay, okay…” he relents as he pulls her in for one more kiss, “Yer mine, aijin.”



The promise of such unbridled passion has her nerves on end; she murmurs sexily, “I am yours…”



“God, ‘Ro…”



Logan kisses her again, fighting against taking hold of the aching breasts pressing against his chest. As he
releases her, he says, “I also think that ya’ need ta’ put a shirt on…ya’ ain’t helpin’ matters.” Another gale of laughter comes from her as she gets up to move over to the dresser and find an old tee-shirt. He groans again when he sees that the shirt just enhances the outline of her generous bosom.



“Damn tease…” he mumbles again and she smiles broadly at him. “Since I am such a tease, maybe we need to get out of here and get something to eat…maybe order some pizza?”



“Sounds good…let’s go before I don’t let you leave,” he growls dangerously. She raises one elegant brow, “But, this is my room…?”



Snorting, he hits her on the ass as he pushes her out the door.







They make their way downstairs and into the recreation area to check on what everyone wants. Entering the room they see Remy, Marie, Pieter and Kitty on the foosball game in the corner. Bobby and Jubilee are slouched in the sofa in front of the plasma watching Final Destination. A few other teens are loitering around, but it looks like they are making their own plans for later. Ororo walks over to the group there and begins to ask, “Logan and I want to order pizza…what do you guys want?”



“I vote supreme!” calls Kitty and Bobby frowns. “Pepperoni…need some kind of meat on it,” he supplies. A few more voices pipe up from the foosball table; from plain to veggie to all meat. Ororo and Logan start to laugh when Jean and Scott enter the room. “Did I hear pizza?” she asks as they make their way over to the other older X-Men.



“We are going to order pizza…we’re just trying to get some ideas on what to order.”



“I like Hawaiian…” Scott says and Logan frowns, “Figures…”



Jean shakes her head, “I think we should order a couple of plain, a couple of veggie supremes, a few pepperoni…” and turning to her companion, she smiles, “…and a small Hawaiian for Scott.”



“I knew there was a reason I love you…” he whispers in her ear before kissing her lightly on her neck. Jean giggles a little, but for some reason her eyes are on the pair standing across from them. Only someone looking specifically for it can see the aura of sexual tension that the both of them are trying very hard to keep under wraps. 'I knew there was more going on!' she muses and for a minute she’s happy for them…then that brief twinge of jealousy. She had been right to tell Logan that she had depended on him loving her to end the destruction of the Dark Phoenix, but she had also depended on it daily. With him around, there was always someone that would treat her as if she were the only one on earth…what woman wouldn’t want that?The redhead looks over at Scott and smiles wistfully, 'I still have Scott…'



But, it’s crazy how that really doesn’t bring her that much reassurance…



'Still, Ororo has been miserable since that whole fiasco with Forge, so this must be worth it. My friend does not give her heart easily…and no one deserves it more than Logan.'



Even that thought bothers Jean a bit…



Shaking it all off, she smiles brightly saying, “Any objections?”



Logan smirks, “Just make sure that ya’ order an extra supreme for me…don’t wanna take it all.” Ororo hits him on the arm, “Hungry, are we?”



A bushy brow raises, “Ya’ really want me ta’ answer that now?” he says in a low sexy voice. 'Damn him! Does he know what that voice does to me?'



As if he hears her, he leans in closer to whisper in her ear, “I can sense it, darlin’. Must make a note to self; always speak low and sexy when talkin’ ta’ ‘Ro...turns her on.”



She grins as she tries to keep the others from noticing her agitation. That tingle just continues to make its way down her spine and in between her legs. That annoying wetness returns and she almost punches Logan…because that bastard has a smug grin on his face. Clearing her throat, she says, “I’ll make the call...be right back.” Logan watches her leave and is sorely tempted to follow her, but the strange looks from the people in the room have him rooted to his spot.



“What?” he asks. The younger girls begin to titter with little side conversations, looking at Logan out of the corner of their eye. Rogue stops playing and comes over to him…giving him that “I told ya’ so” stare. “What is it, kid?”



“There is somethin’ goin’ on between tha’ two o’ ya’!” she hisses, smiling broadly.



“Yer imaginin’ things…”



“Uh-uh…it’s in ya’ eyes, Logan. And in hers…” she returns.



He frowns slightly, not sure if he should be mad or fess up…so he chooses a middle ground. “We’re good friends…that’s all. Nothin’ else ta’ talk about…”



“Keep that up an’ maybe ya’ll believe it yaself.” Rogue finishes as she kisses her hand and plants it quickly on his cheek before returning to her game. Logan hears a smirk, shooting Jean and Scott a sharp look with Scott turning away. Jean stares him down, her eyes telling him that she’s happy for him. A bittersweet feeling of thankfulness fills him, but he doesn’t respond to her smile.



Jean tries not to take it to heart, but she knows that he won’t look at her the same and that loss is a little hard to take. Sighing, she focuses in on Scott, who is trying to wrestle the remote from Bobby. As she starts to laugh at them, Ororo comes back announcing, “The pizzas will be here in forty-five minutes…what shall we do until then?”



She purposely does not look at Logan…sensing his animal getting ready to pounce with that statement. But instead of cutting that animal loose, he takes her by the elbow. “Why don’t we take a walk?”



“That will be lovely…” she says as she looks over at Jean. “Call us when the food arrives?”



“Sure…have fun.”



“Plan ta’.” Logan returns as they head out the back door.



The night is clear…the stars above are twinkling brightly as the pair make their way down the winding path heading toward the lake. They both stay silent for most of the walk…until they actual reach the lake.

“Too bad everyone is still up…perfect night for a flight.” Ororo muses staring into the air. Logan looks at her, remembering the times he had happened upon her while soaring on a breeze.



“Yeah, can’t be givin’ the kids a show, can ya’?”



She giggles, “You are incorrigible, you know that?”



“Been called a bastard, canuckle-head, crazy-ass mutant…never incorrigible!” he returns and they both share in the laughter now. Logan wars with himself to keep from touching her…his animal wreaking havoc on his conscious. He had told her he would wait, but that was the pansy little man in him saying that. The beast can only understand “mate” and “claim”. He’s starving for her…needing to finally complete this circle.



It’s a testament to his extraordinary ability to control his baser instincts that they haven’t done anything up until now; anyone else would demand that she give in. Unlike his dear old friend, Victor, who could never control himself…even with him as his so-called handler. Victor Creed followed his own code of ethics, and that usually left humanity out of the equation. He thinks back to that scent he picked up while in New Orleans. 'What the hell was he doing there?' he ponders as his thoughts turn from the gorgeous temptation beside him to the mission that wasn’t one. Stopping in his tracks, he realizes that they’re all still in danger…Ororo walks on, noticing that she is alone. She looks back to where he is and makes her way back to him.



“Logan, what’s wrong?”



“Somethin’s comin’, darlin’…and I don’t know what or who it is yet. Whatever’s gonna happen, it ain’t gonna be pretty.” He refocuses as he looks into those eyes of hers, “The thing that bothers me is how everythin’ was set up…I mean, Creed was a soldier; he knows combat tactics, but he’s too absorbed with death and destruction to create such a test field.”



Ororo’s face starts to pale…he never talked about his military experiences much and for him to do it now… “I know you felt it was a trap, but you mean someone else is behind this?”



“It has ta’ be. We were being tested…fer what I dunno, but I know fer damn sure that it ain’t over.” He looks to the ground, “We gotta be ready fer anything…”



“I agree…when we get back in there, we need to tell Jean, Scott, and the Professor what you’ve said.”



He takes her in his arms gently with her running her hands over his chest, “I gotta bad feelin’ about this one, darlin’.”



“Maybe Charles can find out more…now that we have a little more information about what we’re up against.” She can’t help but feel secure in his burly arms and she rests her head on his chest. “We can get through this…”



Logan kisses the top of her head, not responding. Somehow, his instincts tell him that this maybe the toughest thing he’ll ever have to deal with…







In the reconstituted Alkali Lake, Stryker and his makeshift band of mercenaries are hovering around the lab…listening to the scientists explain the idea behind their latest and most diabolical scheme. The doctor in charge is named Byron Schmidt, an older gentleman with small beady eyes…someone that Stryker has been conferring with over the past ten years. This idea is not a new one…but it is one that has taken this long to finally put into motion.



“As was projected, the test subject will be inseminated with the DNA samples of different mutants. Since conception is based on chance, we have to assume that the probability of the subject conceiving will only be enhanced by the addition of the drug XL-494. Once it is delivered, any insemination will take.”

One young doctor speaks up, a woman with blond hair. “But, how do you know? Mutant DNA is volatile…thus the name mutant. How can we be sure that the subject we have picked will be susceptible?”



Dr. Schmidt smiles, “You must remember that we do have a database full of mutant DNA. We tested the selected DNA with the drug and there was no rejection…once the subject is here, we will keep her monitored to make sure that there is no problem. As with every pregnancy, we have unforeseen factors that we cannot prevent, but being kept under tight scrutiny and monitoring should wield us the results that we are striving for.”



Another voice chimes in…this time with an unorthodox question. “In what condition does the guinea pig have to be in?” Everyone looks at the person asking and finally understands the vulgarness of it. Victor Creed stands there with a nasty smirk on his face, and it infuriates Stryker.



“Victor…I need to speak to you, NOW!” he says as he points the way to an empty room. Being the smug asshole he is…he leaves the meeting, non-plussed…heading down the hall to the small conference room on the left. He steps in front of the Colonel, opening the door…almost letting it hit Stryker as he is making his way in behind him. “You have always been a pathetic bully, Victor and one day it’ll get you killed. If it weren’t for the fact that I need you on this…” Stryker stands directly in front of him, staring into those black eyes that display nothing, “Under no circumstances should the subject be touched…she is to come here unharmed, Victor. This experiment is too damn important for you to fuck it up with your antics!” Creed bristles, his claws lengthening as if to rip Stryker’s face in half…but he remains cool, barely.



“I heard you, Colonel…no touching.”



“There will be severe punishment if I find out that you have done something to her, Victor.” His voice turns deadly, “Understand that there will be no place for you to hide if this fails because of you.” As menacing as he makes his voice, it still has no affect on the huge mutant standing there. Stryker shakes his head and leaves the room…with Creed’s eyes following him out the door. 'Ain’t no way in hell I’m not gonna have a taste of that frail…' He walks over to a computer terminal, punching up the files that he and Wraith gathered. Looking at the screen at the Nubian temptress, he has to admit to himself that Logan has always had great taste in women…'too bad he’s never been able to keep any of them…'







Stryker makes his way back into the meeting just in time to see it end. As the people file out of the lab, he walks over to the doctor to speak with him, “Dr. Schmidt...are you sure that this will work? I have dedicated too much time and energy to see it go under.”



The doctor doesn’t even look in his direction, “I have given you my word that this will work. All I need is the subject…the drug is ready as well as the samples, but there is one thing that I wanted to ask…”



The Colonel nods, “What did you need to know?”



“The outlines of DNA sample mixtures have been prepared, but I wanted to know if you had a specific idea of whose DNA you want used in each sample? To give the maximum effect…”



Stryker scratches his chin, “I never thought about that…maybe if I looked the samples over I can tell you what I would like to see.”



“Very good, will the choices include Mr. Creed?”



“Fuck no! I wouldn’t try to duplicate that mistake of nature!” he exclaims. The doctor smirks, but another question is raised, “What about Weapon X?”



Stryker takes a moment for that one…there is a reason why he wanted to get him back, maybe this is the next best thing… “Logan is unique…worthy of the title. I can only imagine what progeny from a weather witch and feral would have control of…especially if you add some other powers. Yes, use that DNA in every sample…the others we’ll figure out.” They both nod and head out the room.



Standing in the shadows, Victor bristles…ramming his claws into the concrete wall behind him. Mistake o’ nature, huh? I’ll show ya’ a mistake o’ nature! The thought of actually listening to the old man had been culminating, but after this…



'How in the hell can they consider Logan over me? That fuckin’ runt is not better than me…never will be!!' The ranckled feral grabs a chair and hurls it across the room…a fiercesome growl coming from him. He is tired of being compared to Logan…there is no damn comparison! After he gets that witch, they’ll all know who the better man is…



Creed starts to chuckle as he makes his way to the planning room. Wraith should be waiting there to help plan the abduction…for the most part anyway. He heads into a dark and dank section of the compound, entering a room with only a few lights. Wraith is sitting at a table, looking over some blueprints when he approaches.



“So, what have ya’ come up with?”



The teleporting mutant shakes his head, “No other way around it…we have to lure her off the property. Ever since you guys bungled the assault on the mansion, they have upped security to the point that nothing can get in…not even a leaf.” Snarling, Victor looks at the plans, scanning for any weakness…hoping to prove him wrong but he can’t.



The place is impregnable.



“Well, what the hell can we do for the diversion that they can’t see through?” Creed asks. Wraith sits quiet a minute, thinking. “We’re gonna need the help of your friend again. Since she can block Xavier, it may work…we’ll only need a few minutes to grab her.”



Creed frowns, “What do ya’ have in mind?”



“Use their bleeding hearts against them…who can resist a mutant in need?”



The mutant known as Sabretooth sits down as Wraith describes the situation to him…not knowing that he has his own ideas for how it will turn out.







Logan and Ororo continue their little walk…chit-chatting about everything and nothing. Quiet moments like this are rare, especially for the two of them. Being the oldest X-Men, there is a certain amount of responsibility falls on them to keep the team motivated and intact. Even though Scott has been named leader, for the wisdom in leadership they are the ones they look to, even Scott…



…and he hates to admit it!



Ororo takes a quick peek at her companion…his stride is always confident; graceful. His body strong…has to be to carry all of that adamantium. Looking at him has always been a pleasure…'and dammit if he doesn’t already know it!' she thinks. Caught up in her musings, she’s startled when he takes her hand…holding it gently. Not knowing what to say, even if she should say anything…she remains silent and enjoys the contact.



“You know…it’s bad enough that we have people gossiping over us, now we’re just adding fuel to the fire.”



He stops her, “Is that a bad thing?”



The confused look on his face prompts her to come over, placing her arms around his waist. Her lips press softly against his before she says, “There is absolutely nothing bad about what I feel…I do so love you, Logan.”



And I you, aijin…” He kisses her again, more passionately this time. Slender hands take hold of his hair, pulling him closer…her inner beast calling out to his. Logan can feel his control slipping by the second…'didn’t we come down here to prevent this?' It’s almost as if there is nothing he can do to stop from wanting her. Pulling back and panting heavily, he shakes his head, “Dammit woman, yer gonna be the death of me…and we haven’t done anything yet!”



She smiles seductively at him, “I thought anticipation is much more enjoyable than actuality?”



“Whoever told ya’ that was full of shit, or obviously didn’t enjoy what was happenin’!”



Ororo looks at him, shocked…but only mildly. She has known him for a while and has gotten used to his gruff sense of humor…but she has to admit, all this teasing is wearing on her as well. Her horrible relationship with Forge has her too wary of any attention Logan wants to give her, and it isn’t fair to either of them.

'I have to get over this fear for this to work…and Goddess, do I want to!'



“You never cease to amaze me,” she murmurs as he nuzzles the side of her neck. “Better believe it, darlin’!”



Relaxing, he pulls back…prepared to kiss her again when they hear Jean call to them, “Pizza’s here!”



“Saved by the bell…” he groans and grabbing her hand again, make their way back to the house. By the time they get into the kitchen, a horde of hungry kids and adults are tearing over the boxes. Logan determinedly reaches in and grabs a supreme, takes Ororo’s hand again and makes their way out of the kitchen. No one seems to notice, so he leads her back upstairs to her room. He waits as Ororo opens the door, then he heads over to her dresser to put the pizza down. Smiling, Logan takes her by the shoulders, leading her over to the bed to sit, then walking into the bathroom to grab a couple of washrags and an old towel. Once done with that, he comes back in, laying the towel on the bedspread. The feral then grabs the pizza and walks over to sit it on the towel.



“Your dinner, ma’am…” he says with an exaggerated bow, sending Ororo into a fit of giggles. He sits on the opposite side of the bed, making himself comfortable. She watches him search around for something…finally putting him out of his misery by handing him the teelevision remote.



“Thanks, darlin’.”



Logan opens the box and helps himself. Ororo can’t help but sit there and stare at him…he has most definitely made himself at home. Smiling, she also grabs a piece…laying back against the pillows and settling in to watch whatever he puts on, which winds up being some college football.



They eat in a companionable silence, cheering at touchdowns…bitching at blown plays, but all in all loving the time they’re sharing together. Soon, the pizza is gone and they’re both lounging on the bed watching another game. Logan is leaning back against the headboard, pillows surrounding him. Ororo has moved over to lay her head in his lap, feeling his fingers stroking her hair. The whole scene is soothing, comfortable, something that she has been dreaming about for a long time.



“This is nice…” she murmurs as his fingers slowly hypnotize her. Her eyes close as she sighs…Logan looks down at her and settles in some more. Before either one knows it, they fall asleep.







2 AM…and Logan stirs. The empty pizza box is still on the bed and Ororo has balled up next to him, snoring softly. Shaking out the cob webs, he carefully slides out from under her and gets up…taking the box and crushing it to put in the trash. Logan cleans up the towels and rags off her bed, placing them back in the bathroom. When he comes back out, he sees that she has awakened. He rubs the back of his neck, “I guess I should go…”



“I guess…” Ororo returns, her eyes unreadable from this distance.



He moves closer, “I really enjoyed ma’self…”



“So did I…”



'Fuck it…' “I don’t wanna go…” he says.



“I don’t want you to.”



He brightens, “Well, since I don’t have a damn thin’ in here ta’ wear…lemme go to my room. I’ll be back.”



“I don’t doubt it…”



He grins before rushing out the door. Ororo sighs before standing…heading into the bathroom to freshen up and change into some sleepwear. She walks to her dresser, opening the drawer, trying to decide what to wear. The beautiful windrider wants so desperately to wear the flimsiest thing she has, but tonight isn’t the night. She finally chooses a long silk gown that is pretty modest as gowns go…navy blue in color, then she goes back into the bathroom to finish washing.



Logan tears into his room, throwing the door open and marches over to his pile of clothes. He picks up a pair of black lounge pants…relatively sure that they’re clean. Stripping in record time, he throws on the pants and rushes back into the hall…up the stairs and to her door. He knocks softly before entering again…listening to the running water as he closes the door behind him. He’s looking at the door when the water slows and she calls out, “Logan, is that you?”



“Yeah…take yer time.”



Just as he says that, she shuts the water off, opening the door to come out. His breath catches as she comes into view. Ororo’s hair is tied back with a scarf, her face scrubbed clean. Her body is silhouetted in a navy gown that clings to every curve. A low growl escapes him as he is made aware that he forgot his briefs in his hurry to get back here. Ororo walks over to him, but doesn’t touch him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to tease you anymore…”



“Ya’ ain’t teasin’, darlin’…ya’ can’t help being beautiful.”



Her gaze softens as she brings her hand to his face, “That is the most wonderful thing anyone has ever told me.” She kisses him lightly, so as not to drive him crazy.



But, she’s too late for that…Logan damn near turns right around and goes back to his room. Ain’t no way I’m gonna be able to just SLEEP with her!! But, then he looks into her eyes and gets lost. He can tolerate it one more night…



The beautiful weather goddess walks over to climb into the bed…waiting for him to follow. After willing his feet to move, he comes over to the other side, climbing in with her. They move over until they meet in the center, getting themselves comfortable again. Ororo lays her head on his chest, her hand caressing it gently. Logan has to steel himself against his baser nature, staring at the ceiling while counting invisible cracks. He feels her relax, then hears her breath even out.



Good, she’s sleep…'why am I doing this ta’ ma’self?! She wants me as much as I want her…'



'Because ya’ love her, ya’ asshole…she’s more than a quick lay.'



Simple enough…he sighs again shakily as he tries to go to sleep.