Galatea

GALATEA CHAPTER EIGHT (NC-17)
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"This is unexpected..."
"Complaining?" she asked, kissing the back of his neck.
"Not really," Logan responded, grinning as he dropped his wrench and turned carefully to face Storm, her arms still around him. "I'm all oily."
She raised a brow. "So?"
"So?" he repeated, surprised.
"Just your shirt...You can take that off."
"What about my hands."
"Well..." She stepped back and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her shirt. "I can take my clothes off then."
Logan frankly stared, a bit taken aback by this early afternoon initiation of amorous events. "You sure you want to?"
"Lock the shed door," she shrugged, unbuttoning a few more buttons. "The students are all on their own pursuits for the rest of the day. I highly doubt any of them will feel moved to come out and fix lawn equipment."
"Good point," he said with a shade of a laugh. His shirt was shed as he crossed to the door, his fingers fumbling the button on his jeans as he turned to face a now topless Storm. "That was fast."
"I dress for comfort, which does not include those demon contraptions known as bras."1
"For which I am eternally grateful..." He closed the distance between them in one stride, lifting her up and settling her on the one high surface in the tool shed-the workbench that had been around longer than the Professor. "So does this dressing for comfort extend to areas below the waist?"
"You know the answer to that," she chided. Storm pulled Logan closer and kissed him soundly, earning a soft groan for her efforts. It did not take much encouragement on her part for him to lift one hand to her breasts, kneading and pinching the firm flesh as she tilted her head back to give him access to her neck. She sighed as his teeth nipped tender flesh, making her shiver in the cold shed. Logan radiated heat like a furnace in the close confines and when his mouth closed over one turgid peak, a spike of hot need shot through her body and made her forget the chill biting at her arms and back. She closed her eyes and leaned back, lifting her hips to let him pull her pants down her legs. She had no qualms about nudity whatsoever, having spent her early life wearing little or no clothes as a matter of course, but for some reason she always felt strangely exposed under Logan's gaze. She could feel it raking her almost as if it were tangible, soft and warm and probing. Storm arched her back, a silent offer and demand for more, pulling him closer with her legs.
Logan lifted her easily, her lithe body a negligible weight as he pressed her against the wall of the tool shed. Her heated center was open to him, her arms tightening around his neck as he parted her lips for a deep embrace. He did not mind that Storm was unlike most of the other women he remembered being with in that she did not make sex the end all be all of the relationship. She was by no means frigid or even reluctant but rather selective. She did not enter into anything without thinking about it first and by the feel of things, she had been thinking about this particular liaison for a while, Logan grinned inwardly. She was nipping his earlobe, digging her fingers into his shoulders when he entered her in one sudden thrust. She hissed a breath between her teeth and bit his neck harder than she would have any other lover because she knew he would heal, because she knew he liked the animalistic aspect of their relationship.
Storm let him fill her, not moving while the thrust into her again and again before digging her nails into his back, drawing beads of blood that would not linger long. He stopped, looking at her questioningly for a moment. She smiled and squeezed internally, making his eyes widen as she exerted pressure. After nearly too long of this, he growled a wordless need and pushed her against the wall, making her gasp in pleased surprise. The joining was near frantic at that point, sweat slick skin radiating heat as breath became short gasps and moans. Storm's sharp cry at her climax rang in Logan's ears even as the scent of her skin and release fill his senses, flooding his veins and sending him over his own edge moments later, filling her as she tightened limbs and body around him.
They were loathe to dress but the cold weather made it necessary, especially for Storm. "That," Logan said finally, "was unexpected."
"Mmm..." She buttoned her shirt slowly, pushing her hair back from her eyes before smiling slyly. "Logan, will you do something for me?"
"Uh..."
"Could you talk to Sean?" She strolled closer, leaning against his chest and kissing him softly. "Please?"
He sighed painfully. "About what?"
She smirked. "Ask me after lunch. I'll have a plan drawn up then."
Logan groaned. He did not like the sound of that.


"We seem to have a bit of a problem..."
Sean rubbed his eyes wearily. He had not gotten much sleep, between Emma and Theresa's varying tantrums, and was in no mood for more drama. "Can it wait a bit?"
"Not really..." Professor Xavier motioned for him to close the door and waited to continue until Sean did so. "I had a phone call from the immigration people today..."
"I'm in order. Just had my Visa renewed last month."
"You're not the problem. Amara is." He paused thoughtfully and added, "Though you might want to check on Theresa's documentation..."
Sean nodded. "Yeah...I don't think she's here...here."
Professor Xavier sighed. "I was afraid of that. We need to go through all the files and make sure all the students from outside the United States are here officially. But the main problem is Amara. Her hospital records from the past year have come to the attention of some officials and..." He made a "you get the rest," motion.
"And what?"
"She's Nova Roman."
"Nova Whatan?"
"Ah...you don't know. Right." Professor Xavier pondered the best way to explain Amara's origins to him and settled for, "She's from a country that is not...recognized...by the U.S. government and she is not here legally."
"Well...that can't be good."
"It gets worse. She cannot leave our country because she's exiled and cannot return home. Even if we could find it again."
"Whoa...what?"
"It's quite fascinating when there's more time to explain things. Right now, I need for you to start going through the files with Henry and Kitty."
Sean sighed, fighting the urge to ask "why me?" and instead nodded. "Okay."
"And Sean?"
"Mmm?"
A bemused look came over the Professor's face for a fraction of a second. "Avoid Logan today."
"Why?"
"It's for the best."
1 Gods, bras are evil. EVIL! *ahem * Okay. I'm over it now.