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Black Ice
Disclaimer: Don’t be stupid!!! I’d be filthy, stinkin’ rich if I did, like
I’m sure Mr. Lee is! So no, I don’t own them.
Genre: X-Men, Movieverse. (No X2 spoilers)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ororo/ Logan + Ororo/???
‘Black Ice’
Authors Note; this was my first attempt at, well, smut I suppose! So don’t
be too harsh! Done a few more since, but I still quite like this one-shot,
so I thought I'd post it here, hope you do too, Mi'kosan7, xx
(Small revisions have been made.13/7/03)
“Oh come on Scott, you’re kidding right?!” Jean laughed, shaking her head
briefly as she poured herself another glass of Bulgarian Merlot. “’Ro?”
She asked, motioning the bottle head in Ororo Munroe’s direction.
The Windrider smiled politely at her friend but declined the offer to
refill her half-empty glass.. “No, thank-you.”
“No, no, I’m completely serious. There’s a chance that if we don’t do
something soon ‘Senator Kelly’,” Scott raised his hands up and emphasised
his inverted commas with bunny ear gestures. “Could think about running
for Presidential office. I mean she’s been cavorting around for months now
and we’ve known the whole time.”
Jean shook her head again whilst Ororo sighed in exasperation, lightly
tossing her crumpled, linen napkin onto her empty dinner plate. They’d
been over this a thousand times.
Professor Xavier said nothing, he had his two index fingers pressed
together at the tips, resting them on his pursed lips, his other fingers
interlocked behind them. He seemed to be in deep contemplation of the dilemma of what
to do about Mystique, as he leant forward, both his elbows resting on the
dinner table in front of him.
Logan, who hadn’t said much all evening, eyed Scott for a moment before
giving a short, amused snort. Bring his bottle of beer he’d just acquired
from the fridge to his lips, he took several lengthy gulps.
“What?” Scott questioned, quirking an eyebrow above his ruby Quartz shades
as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair.
Logan didn’t reply immediately, he simply continued with his drink,
staring at Scott with an empty, cold glare. He took great delight in
watching the X-Men’s leader grow more and more uncomfortable under his
unnerving gaze; it was great to see the little twerp squirm.
“Nothin’ bub. But I was just wondering if you ever got off the job.” Logan
emptied the reing ing contents of his bottle.
Scott shifted in his seat, straightening up, trying desperately to reclaim
a little of his air of authority.
“It pays to be astute Logan, we can’t all be as casual about things as
you.” He retorted plainly.
Logan laughed briefly through a half-smirk, half-sneer but he wasn’t
really in the mood for trying to get Scott’s back up tonight. He had other
things on his mind, other more----important things.
His gaze drifted across the table to where SHE sat. Her silky, thick hair
was tied back loosely with a crudely carved, wooden clip. A few white
strands had fallen loose, framing her perfectly heart-shaped face, giving
more definition to her high cheek bones.
Logan’s eyes drifted down, taking in the elegant line of her bare neck,
encircled by the collar of the thin lilac, short-sleeved shirt that she
was wearing. Then his gaze trailed over her long, slim, milky chocolate
arms that were bent at the elbow and resting casually but somehow
gracefully on the table. The pristinely white table cloth made the
beautiful tone of her skin shimmer, just the way it did with her hair,
like chiaroscuro.
She was fiddling with the corners of her discarded napkin absently, rather
like a bored child, trying to make it seem like she was following the
thread of the conversation Professor X, Jean and Scott were now pursuing.
But Logan could tell she had about as much interest in it as he did.
Suddenly, as if sensing him watching her she looked up, her big, brown doe
eyes locking with his, but only briefly. She flashed him a small smile,
before diverting her attention back down to the napkin.
Ororo then subtly brought her hand up to her neck and rubbed slowly across
it once or twice, then let it trail, deliberately yet somehow nonchalantly
down her chest. Pushing apart ever so slightly the unbuttoned edges of her
shirt, letting her palm lay flat against her skin.
The action let Logan get a glimpse of the top of her full breasts, his
keen eyesight could see the light glisten of sweat collecting between
them. It sent a thrill of a familiar heat surging through him as he
watched her with a burning intensity.
He hated it when Ororo did this to him, but at the same time-----he loved
it.
It was all part of ‘the game’, the same game they’d been playing for
months now. Amazingly, no-one had cottoned on yet, but Logan supposed it
way only a matter of time.
“What’s your opinion Ororo?” Charles asked, turning to face her.
Ororo’s hand came down from her chest quickly, clasping at the stem of her
wine glass, almost knocking it over. She shrugged her shoulders slightly,
a highly uncouth gesture for her, as she brought the glass to her lips and
sipped at the burgundy liquid. “I ---I’m not sure Professor.”, she
faltered. “I haven’t really thought about what our course of action should
be.” She brought the glass to her lips and drank some more, a miniscule tremor
affecting her hand.
Logan chuckled in his mind, it was amusing to see her caught off-guard
like that, she was normally so attentive.
The professor and the others were clearly perplexed by Ororo’s somewhat
vague reply.
“Well,” Jean started as she stood up, picking up her and Scott’s plate
from the table in the process. “It’s mine and Scott’s turn to do the
clearing up, so I guess we’d better get on with it.” The redhead began
piling the other plates on top of each other.
“Yep, I guess it is.” Scott sighed, resigned to the task as he began to
help his fiancée with the tidying up.
“Do you want a hand? I don’t mind helping.” Ororo offered, brushing a few
stray strands of hair from her face, as she regained her demure.
“No, it’s fine, really, but thanks. Go on,” Jean flapped her free hand in
a shooing motion. “Scoot, go do whatever you need to do, we’ve got this.”
“If you are sure?” Ororo asked, out of a consistent politeness.
“YES!” Jean shouted, with comically mock irritation.
“O. K!” Ororo laughed as she stood, stretching her back. “I think I’ll go
for a walk before retiring. It’s such a beautiful night.” She turned her
head to the right and looked out at the evening sky through the large
French windows that were the architectural focal point of the dinning
room.
Professor Xavier followed her eye line and smiled, agreeing, “Yes, it is a
rather beautiful evening. I may join you, if that’s O. K?”
Ororo fought hard not to let her sudden surprise and disappointment at his
request, mar her features. She just about managed a polite smile before
Scott unwittingly came to her rescue.
“Urr, Professor, if it’s O. K I’d like a word with you?” He gld
d
briefly in Logan’s direction from underneath his visor. “In private.”
“Yes, of course Scott, it’s no bother.” He began to move his wheelchair
away from the dinner table, directing it in the direction of the door.
“I’ll be in my office.” He turned his head then to address Ororo, “We’ll
have to take that walk some other time my dear.”
Ororo smiled warmly at Charles, nodding her head in genuine agreement.
“Yes, some time soon, I hope.” He proceeded to vacate the room.
Logan would have laughed out loud at the relief that flooded Ororo’s face
when Scott had made his request, if he hadn’t have realised that his own
face bore the same expression.
“Well, I guess I’ll be going for that walk then.” Ororo made her way
around the back of her chair, tucking it underneath the table. Walking
over to the door, she stopped twice, to kiss Scott and Jean on the cheek
in a sisterly gesture.“Good night my brother, good night my sister.” She said to each
respectively.
They returned the sentiment lovingly.Then Ororo left the room, without a word, or even a glance in Logan’s
direction.
He emitted no outward sign of being affected by this to the other X-Men
left there with him, as he reached into the outside breast pocket of his
plaid shirt. Pulling out a fresh cigar, he quickly removed its plastic
wrapping and ran it under his nose, inhaling its comfortingly familiar
scent. Holding the slim object out in front him vertically, he unsheathed
a solitary claw with a soft yet resounding #SNIKT#. Then with a swift
sideways movement of his left hand he sheared off the top inch of one of
Cuba’s finest.He smiled in satisfaction at his precision cut before popping the cigar
into the corner of his mouth.
Jean observed his 'performance', shaking her head, behaving like the
sometimes-prissy little schoolteacher that she was. But it was true to say
that most people at the mansion only thought she behaved that way because
of the influence of her intended.
“Don’t worry,” Logan said around his cigar, looking up at the redhead.
“I’ll take it outside.” Despite the fact that his words were, in theory, considerate he still
managed to sound pissed off. But that was Logan all over, the permanent
grouch.He’d been there for eight months and everyone at the school was used to it
now.
Pushing his chair back, creating a high pitched scrapping noise on the
bare wooden flooring that made both Jean and Scott wince, he followed
Charles and Ororo, taking his leave of the room.
* * *
As Ororo Munroe strolled slowly along the somewhat over grown path, she
welcomed the coolness of the night air against her skin. It caused a rash
of goose bumps to envelope her arms and although, technically, she could
prevent such things from happening most of the time she didn’t want to.
She relished nature’s effect on her body, it was the closest thing to
paradise she could ever imagine, well----except for one thing.
She smiled, knowingly to herself at the thought, the thought of being with
HIM. So wild, so untamed, dangerous even, but so completely----enthralled
with her.
The crisp autumn foliage crunched under her every step, the sound
reverberating in the deathly quiet of the mansions surrounding woodland.
She often walked out here in the evenings, it always managed, somehow to
take the stress of the day away. But on certain nights the experience
could be more-----pleasurable than others.
Ororo stopped in the small nook at the entrance of a clearing just off the
left hand side of the pathway. She turned her head up to the heavens, the
sky was darkening rapidly. Stars, like random flakes of sparkling snow,
littered its vast canvas. Folding her arms, she began tracing patterns in
the criss-crossing, barren branches that were rendered in silhouette
against the deep, cobalt blue sky.The weather witch could have stood for hours, gazing upwards in dumb
wonder but her head fell back down again suddenly at the subtle sound of
crunching from behind her.A sultry smile played across her full, glistening lips but she didn’t turn
around to watch as her loveme ime into their space.
She could smell the almost pungent scent of his cigar as it wafted over to
her. Even though she’d always detested the smell of smoke, it had now
become apart of what unmiunmistakeably him. It had therefore grown to be
more of a secret pleasure than an annoyance.
“I was worried there for a minute darlin’” He deadpanned, his voice low.
There was a pause as he took a drag on his cigar, causing a soft crackling
sound to fill the soundless air. “I thought I was gonna have ta share ya
with Chuck.”
Ororo couldn’t stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl and it really
did ruin the air of the sultry femme fatal she was trying so hard to
create! But she composed herself quick-smart.
“Would that have been so terrible?” She teased, looking at him from over
her shoulder and offering a sexy smile.
Logan cocked an eyebrhalfhalf snorting at the suggestion, half laughing.
He then moved over to the nearest tree, stumping out his unfinished cigar
carefully and dropping it back into his shirt pocket.
“That’ll be the day!” The words were spoken with humour but with a hint of
something else as well, something darker----more serious.
Logan walked towards her, entering the clearing fully. As he reached her
he brought his hands up to grip the backs of her upper arms. Gently, he
started to turn her around to face him.Breathing in her scent, the thick odour of desire hit him like a sledge-hammer, nearly overwhelming his senses. But it was also mixed with the
pervasive smell of an artificial perfume, this was a fairly recent and
irritating habit she’d acquired. Even though the scent was slight now
sometimes she’d use them so heavily that it drove the man to distraction.
Why, oh why, when the woman smelt so goddamn good naturally, did she have
to use shi shit?
“God ‘Ro!” He said, inhaling in at her hair. “I’ve told ya before, ya
don’t have to use all that crap!”
Gazing contentedly up at him Ororo laughed softly, shrugging her
shoulders. “I know, I know. I guess I’m just getting self-conscious---that people might discover what we've been up to.I know I'm just being stupid, but...” She
lied. Well, it was a half-truth.
Logan moved his hands down her body, relishing the feel of her supple
curves as he did so. Bringing them firmly to rest on her lower back, he
pulled her body towards him. Encircling her narrow waist easily, he linked
his hands near the small of her back.
In response she brought her arms up, hooking them underneath his and
clasped her hands together at the back of his neck. She let hers thumbs
brush lightly over the thin layer of dark, bristly hair that ran up the
nape of his neck. The heat of his body so close was a welcome comfort.
Logan brought his head down to hers, their faces mere millimetres apart.
She could feel the two steadily increasing warm jets of air from his
nostrils against her face, the sound of his breaths filling her ears. She
closed her eyes and waited for him to make his move.
Suddenly Ororo felt a hot, moist pressure come down on her pouting lips.
Instantly she opened her mouth under his, their lips moulding to each
other’s shape. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, briefly
nipping at it teasingly, laughing low and seductively into his mouth.
Logan pushed her teeth away with his tongue before slipping it swiftly
inside her mouth. Gently, he hooked it underneath hers, inviting it to
dance that well-known tango. As their kiss became deeper it encouraged her
to press her groin into his. She was non-to surprised by the rock-hard
mound that she felt straining against his tight jeans. The feel of it sent
an electric thrill through a particular part of her body.
“Umm.” Ororo crooned, like velvet as she withdrew her tongue, pecking at
his lips some more. Then she ran the tip of her tongue along the top of
his wet bottom lip. She kept her hips pressed up against his lower body,
her hands still linked around his neck Her upturned face seemed to shine
in the fading light as she descried his face from beneath a hooded gaze,
framed by two perfectly shaped dark eyebrows.
Through a contented smile and a lust-induced husky voice, she asked, “Does
this REALLY satisfy you?”
“What do you mean?” He whispered softly against her mouth as he moved in
to kiss her again. But she pulled away.
“I mean----does this satisfy the lust you feel for Jean?” She moved away
from him completely then, letting his arms fall from her body.
Logan stared at her with a furrowed brow, then quirked one eyebrow in a
manner that she had come to recognise as a sign that he wasn’t happy with
her, in the least. But she brushed it aside, she was used to his rapid
shifts in mood and quite frankly she didn’t give a toss anymore!
Considering the circumstances of the development of the ‘relationship’
what did the man expect her to think?
Ever since he’d arrived at the mansion and then when he had returned from
his trip up North he’d made his feelings for the redhead quite clear. When
he’d taken Ororo as his lover she knew she had been a ‘consolation prize’,
a second rate substitute for the unattainable Dr. Jean Grey. But she’d
accepted it.This was just a bit of ‘extra-curricular’ fun, that’s what she told
herself. Well if it was being offered to her on a plate, then why on earth
not?! He was a great lover after all, almost the best she’d ever
had...almost.She’d only meant it to be a quick and casual fling but somehow, seven
months later they were still here, clandestine lovers, hiding in the
woods.
But there was a reason for that...
“Damn it ‘Ro! Who am I here with?” He shouted, his nostrils flaring like
an angry bull. “Do you really think after this long with you I still want
Jean?”
“I don’t know, you have never told me.” She replied flatly, riling him up
even more than he already was.
Tipping his head back Logan took in a deep breath of unadulterated
Westchester air, forcing himself to keep his cool. She could be so
completely infuriating at times. If only she really knew what went on
inside his head.True, when this whole thing had started between him and Storm, he’d only
ever seen it as being about the sex and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that.
She’d known the score. Logan had wanted Jean, desperately, but she
wouldn’t be unfaithful to Scott. So his predatory eye had fallen upon the
lonely weather witch.She’d seemed grateful for the attention at first, always so eager to
please him in whatever he’d requested, so giving. But over the past couple
of months things had changed. Ororo had become much more distant, much
more blasé, like nothing really, truly----excited her anymore.
Tonight, he was determined to change that.
Logan moved to grip her arm, intending to bring her closer again, but she
nudged his hand away.Bringing her head up sharply, in a most proud manner, her chin jutting
out, she locked her rich mocha eyes with his. Holding direct contact with
Logan’s hazel orbs, she stood her ground confidently.
They must have stood like that, in utter silence, for at least a full
minute before Logan spoke.
“You know darlin’,” he began quietly, a grin starting to tug at the
corner’s of his lips,----or was that a sneer? “Staring into the eyes of a
wild animal is dangerous.”
“Oh really?” Ororo questioned, pouting her lips and moving closer to him
of her own free will. She brought one hand up, running it leisurely over
the waistband of his jeans.
“Yeah,” he continued, disarmingly softly. “If ya stare at them long
enough, they feel threatened.”
Ororo smiled mischievously, raising one slender eyebrow as she continued
to gaze, brazenly into Logan’s now glittering eyes.
“Then what happens?” She asked casually, her hand working it’s way down
into his trousers and underneath the elasticated waistband of his boxers.
“Then,” he hissed as he felt her warm hand siding down his crotch and
closing around his rock hard penis. “Then it attacks.” Logan barely
managed to gasp the last words as her hand gripped around his erection
tighter.The sensation made something inside him snap, his hands shot up to grab at
her hair roughly, pulling her head backwards.
The brutish action only served to elicit a groan of pleasure from the
Windrider, making her laugh in dulcet tones. She began to rub her hand up
and down his sizable dick, loving every pained contortion that marked his
features, each stroke making it worse and worse.
“Fuck!----ah, God!---- ‘Ro!” He managed to say through his increasingly
short breaths.
“Goddess if you don’t mind.” She offered playfully, her voice becoming
thick with lust.Logan brought his mouth down on hers hard, pulling her face up slightly
through the grip still had on her hair. All gentleness, or what there ever
was was of it in the first place, now gone. He pressed his lips against hers
with such force that it was almost painful-----but in a strange way,
she liked it.A rasping moan escaped Ororo’s partially covered mouth as Logan
practically slammed her against the trunk of the oak tree behind her.
Pinning her to its rough surface with his muscled torso.
One of his hands came down from her hair to grasp at her long denim
covered thigh, hoisting it up in the air. He hooked her bent knee over his
hip as he kissed her with more force and began to grind his erection up
against her groin.Reaching down from her thigh, Logan caught the hem of her ankle-length,
flared skirt and yanked it up, bunching the whole thing up around her
waist. Then he gripped her exposed thighs with both hands, lifting her up
and supporting her weight against the tree with his body. The roughness of
his jeans scraped and scratched at the insides of her legs.
Ororo instantly hooked her lower legs around Logan’s midriff, pressing
them towards each other tightly, locking him in a vice like grip. As she
did this she freed her hand that was down his crotch and fumbled with it
clumsily, trying desperately to undo the chunky, brass buckle of his belt.
She had little success, finally giving in as she broke their kiss and took
her other hand from his neck. She momentarily poured her concentration
into prying open the offending piece of metal.
As she put all her effort into that task, Logan moved his mouth onto her
swan-like neck, sucking and nipping at it hungrily. He traced the hard
line of one protruding neck cord with his tongue. Down and down he went,
before coming to the hollow spot at its base, swirling the thick muscle
around inside it. The bittersweet taste of salt-tinged flesh that filled
his mouth from that place made him growl, raggedly.
Eventually, the buckle was undone and Ororo had his zip down in a flash.
Logan took one hand from her supple leg, still holding her firmly with the
other, as he assisted her in pushing the clothing away from his by now
throbbing erection.
He moved his mouth back up to hers, resuming their kiss, Logan pressing
his now freed penis against her still covered sex. Even through her soft,
cotton draws he could feel its moistness and a burning heat emanating from
it. It earned another low growl from the feral man.
“Logan----please!” Ororo gasped through her panting breaths, her vagina
beginning to pulse rapidly, aching to be filled.
On hearing his lover practically begging another wave of savage passion
ran through him. He grabbed the side of her lacy knickers and somehow
managed to tear them away from her body in one vicious yank. Causing Ororo
to yelp in surprise at the action.Finally exposed, Logan rubbed the tip of his cock along Ororo’s nether
lips a couple of times, ‘testing the waters’ as it were. To his delight he
found that she was so wet she was practically dripping.
Satisfied, he shifted position against her hips, pulling back from her
before shunting forwards rapidly, grunting ferociously as he did so.
Once----twice, then all the way in to her steaming hot opening, filling
her completely.
Ororo let out a piercing, lurching cry at the more than welcome movement.
Taking in a cold, sharp breath, she released it in a series of short,
quick gasps as Logan began to move in and out of her, gaining pace with
each shaft.
“Lo----Logan----don’t----“ She threw her head back against the tree as
another deafening, uncontrollable groan escaped her mouth. Logan rammed
himself into hardharder and harder. He emitted his own feral grunts of
pleasure as Ororo’s tight, soft heat throbbed and pulsed ever tighter
around his thrusting phallus.
“Don’t stop----don’t-----yes, Logan, yes! Fu---fuck me!” She screamed
breathlessly. Distant thunder rumbled ominously in the skies,
distant----for now at least.
Logan continued to buck his hips, piercing her again and again, making her
dig her fingers into his shoulders desperately. He could feel the sharp
sting of her nails, even through his thick plaid shirt and now sweat
soaked T-shirt that was underneath. It only served to spur him on
faster----harder----faster----harder.
He could just see the tops of her breasts bobbing up and down rapidly with
their frenzied actions, but he wanted more. Quick as a flash he tore open
her thin shirt, ripping off most of the buttons in the process. He had a
full view now of her full breasts encased in what could only be described
as the barest strip of see-through, white lace. He wasted no time in
disposing of that also, in the same manner as her panties, dipping his
head to run his tongue over her pert, dark nipples.
Logan groaned loudly through gritted teeth as he as he struggled to keep
his grip on her increasingly sweat slicked thighs. He could feel the
agonisingly pleasurable point of orgasm, ready to flood his heightened
senses.
Tensing his jaw, he buried his face in Ororo’s neck, holding on for dear
life, his teeth pinching at her skin.
Harder----harder----ever harder.
“Come fer me ‘Ro, come----fer ME!” He growled, gutturally in her ear.
Ororo began panting in a fast but measured rhythm as she felt her orgasm
threatening to burst forth. It was killing her, this sensation, so good
yet so----she didn’t no what! All she did know was that she never wanted
it to stop.
Faster----faster----ever faster.
“Yes, godde----argh---yes, YES!” A vicious energy exploded inside Ororo,
rapidly flowing to every nerve ending in her shaking body. At that same
moment the sky erupted also, heavy rain belting down on the copulating
couple. Although they were saved from the worst of it by the canopy the
bare branches made above their heads.
Logan bucked frantically----once, twice, three times before his own orgasm
ripped through him. An odd sound, akin to a snarl came from him as Ororo
clung to his shoulders to steady herself against his final shuddering
shunts.
He hadn’t fucked her quite that ferociously for a long while.
Logan loosened his grip on her legs, which he’d previously struggled so
hard to keep. Sliding his hands up them and over her smooth, perfectly
shaped buttocks, he finally encircled them around her curving hips.
Laying his heavy head on Ororo’s heaving, sweat and rain drenched bosom he
exclaimed, breathlessly, “Goddamn-----goddamn!”
Ororo just about managed to chuckle lightly in ‘reply’ as she struggled to
regulate the rhythm of her own breathing.
They stayed as they were for a while, Ororo stroking Logan’s
sweat-dampened, dishevelled hair. She entangled her fingers lovingly into
its thick mass, content to remain there with him still firmly inside her.
Logan was practically purring in contentment as the pair slowly recovered
from their exertions.
Gradually, the rain stopped falling.
* * *
“Do you have to?” Logan questioned, watching intently as Ororo pulled on
his plaid shirt, irritation growing by the second.
She clasped the front together and with nimble fingers quickly did up the
buttons. The shirt was massive on her, its hem almost at her knees and the
cuffs engulfing her hands, but it would have to do until she got back to
the mansion. As long as nobody caught sight of her before she made it to
her bedroom, everything would be fine.
“Don’t start Logan, I have things to do, that’s all.” Ororo took the wood
clip from her hair, holding it in her mouth as she used both hands to pull
her hair back neatly before replacing the clip. She wasn’t in the mood for
this right now.
Logan sniffed, making no effort to hide his annoyance at the fact that
once again she suddenly had to leave right after they had made love.
“It’s almost every time ‘Ro.” He stood from his position, sitting at the
foot of the tree and took a few steps closer to Ororo. “It’s beginning to
take the piss darlin’.”
Ororo furrowed her brow as she huffed loudly in display of her
displeasure, folding her arms.“What more do you want Logan?”
He laughed, incredulously, but there was no humour in it. His face
darkened instantly as he cocked an eyebrow.“What do I want? I would have thought that was pretty goddamn obvious by
now sweetheart.”
Ororo didn’t reply, she simply continued to regard him with an indifferent
expression upon her face.
Her silence was actually starting to make Logan nervous;it was
a feeling he was unused to experiencing and that fact only made it worse.He turned his head from her, rubbing one large hand around the back of his
neck. He was trying desperately to find the words----the words to explain.
But none were forthcoming.
“I think we both know,” Ororo began, thinking carefully about what she was
going to say next. “I think we both know that this---this is as far as we
go.”
“Really.” He replied neutrally, it was more of a statement than a
question.
#Oh great,# Ororo thought. #Now he’s going to go monosyllabic on me.# She
took a step closer to him, but refrained from making physical contact.
“Yes really, and is that so bad?” She smiled at him, a slight look of
concern in her pretty brown eyes. “We have fun, we are together only when
we want to be. This was clear from the beginning Logan.”
#But I want more, damn it!# He roared internally, but outwardly he remained
aloof. Reaching over to Ororo he took his half-smoked cigar from his shirt
pocket. Amazingly it was still bone dry so he planted it in the corner of
his mouth and said simply, “Fine.”
He brought his cupped hands that contained his flaming lighter up to the
tip of his cigar, making it glow a vicious shade of red.
Ororo sighed, she’d had enough of this for one night, and she had places
to be.“I have essays to mark. Stay here and sulk if you will.” She turned on her
heel, proceeding to leave the clearing.Just at its mouth she stopped. “I will see you tomorrow----maybe.”
Throwing that last dig back over her shoulder she then disappeared through
the trees, and out onto the path.
Logan plucked the cigar from his mouth with his thumb and index finger.
Exhaling a blue tinged cloud of smoke into the now oppressively dark night
as he listened to her footsteps fading away into the distance.
He began to unconsciously grind his back teeth as he thought over the
situation he’d inadvertently gotten himself into.He knew now that he’d been a fool to treat Ororo like he had. He had set
the pattern of this ‘relationship’, and there seemed to be no turning back
now.
Logan finally tore his gaze away from the spot where she’d vanished as he
dropped his cigar to the ground and stamped on it. He just couldn’t be
bothered with it anymore.Running his hand down his face he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, he could
definitely feel a headache coming on. They were rare due to his healing
factor but that didn’t seem to account for stress
headaches---unfortunately.
Turning in the opposite direction from the clearings exit he sloped off to
loose himself through the trees. Maybe he’d even try, in vain, to forget
about just how much he’d come to love her.
* * *
Ororo swiftly made her way to her room, the last thing she wanted to start
in the mansion was a rumour mill. This place was bad enough for gossip as
it was. She was careful to tread lightly down the shadowed hallway that
led to her attic stairwell. This part of the house was notorious for
creaking floorboards.
Once she’d reached the end of the hall, she bent down towards a plant pot
that contained a huge rubber plant at the side of the door. Lifting the
scorch-red ceramic pot up an inch or so she searched the floor underneath
blindly. Her right hand scrummaged around on the bare flooring, until it
came into contact with a cold, slim piece of metal.
Retrieving the key to the stairwell door she slipped it into the lock,
entered and trotted up the iron, spiral staircase.
Once in the room she did a quick mental check to remember what she needed;
car keys, purse, change of top.Ororo strode over to her dresser to pick up her car keys, removing Logan’s
shirt as she went. She was about to discard the item when suddenly she
thought, #No----I’ll take it with me.# A mischievous, lop-sided smile came
to her mouth.
She grabbed a freshly washed white vest top that was draped over a wicker
chair to her left. After she had put the garment on she brought her
forearm up to her face, running her nose closely along it, inhaling
deeply.His scent was all over her. She could smell Logan’s ‘animal’ odour, laid
thickly on her soft skin. A dull tingle started in her most private of
places as the scent, mixed with the sweat from their lovemaking,
overwhelmed her senses. They may not have been enhanced like his but that
did not stop her body from reacting to such----potent stimuli.
Ororo had to shake her head briefly to break the spell. Picking up her
purse that also lay on the cluttered dresser top and Logan’s shirt she
proceeded to exit the room. But just before she did she stopped at the
door, taking a long fawn coloured cardigan from the hook at the side of
the doorframe. She slipped it on, securing it with one middle button and
then ran down the staircase. She moved with such haste that it could only
mean she had somewhere important to be----and she needed to be there
yesterday.
* * *
“Good evening Mrs. Smith.” The hotel desk clerk displayed a rather cheesy
grin as he assedssed the now familiar white-haired African lady who had
just entered the lobby.
Ororo said nothing at first as she signed ‘herself’ into the register and
picked up the card key that the clerk had already laid out for her.
“Thank-you Mr. Robinson.” She gave the smarmy little man a polite smile,
but she really couldn’t stand him. Though she humoured him for
convenience.
Taking her leave of the desk she started up the lush, marble staircase but
was halted halfway up by Robinson’s obtuse, nasal tones.
“The,” he cleared his throat in a manner that sounded as if he were trying
to stifle a laugh. “ ‘Gentleman’, ‘Mr. Smith’, has been here for half an
hour madam.”
Ororo eyed him with an icy indifference, her body oozing an effortlessly
regal distain.
“Thank-you.” She replied neutrally. “And I trust we will not be disturbed.
No breakfast call.”
Robinson beamed his disquieting grin at her once more, his piercing piggy
eyes creasing at the corners. “Yes ma’am, we are familiar with your
instructions.”
“Good.” She retorted dryly, then turned and ascended the remaining steps.
* * *
Ororo entered the spacious hotel suite, immediately her eyes swept over
the entire area. The lights were off, only the moon streamed in to
illuminate the room.No sign. No matter, she thought to herself as she walked out into the pine
floored lounge space.# I’m sure he’ll make his presence felt soon enough.#
She stood in the centre of the room and started to do a 360-degree turn.
As she did so she reached into her purse, where she’d stashed Logan’s
shirt. Drawing it out slowly she then placed both items on the glass-top
coffee table at her side.“Come out, come out wherever you are!” She chimed teasingly, as she
started removing her clothing one by one.First her cardigan, then her fresh vest top, finally she loosened the
straps at the top of her skirt, letting it fall to the ground with a soft
#POOF#. And seen as she was already sans underwear sas nas now stood
completely naked.The icy reflection of the moonlight, that pooled in certain spots in the
room made her skin glow gloriously.
A low growl emanated from the cavernous dark of an open doorway to her
right. She snapped her head in that direction. Without taking her gaze
from the doorway she bent down and retrieved the plaid shirt from the
coffee table.Slipping it over her bare body she called out softly, “He’s all over me.”
Another growl burst from her right but it was tinged with something other
than pure lust this time. It sounded more vicious, more like a snarl.
Ororo laughed quietly as she watched the man known as Sabertooth emerge
from the shadows, his unusually black eyes glinting.
As he neared her she could see, even in the poor light, a sneer on his
lips. She closed her eyes as he reached up to touch her, gripping her
upper arms with his massive hands.
A stuttering hiss escaped Ororo’s mouth and a shiver ran through her
entire body as he pressed himself against her. He leant down so that his
mouth lay close to her ear, hot rasping breaths caressing the side of her
face. Closing her eyes as she felt him gathering Logan’s shirt up in his
hands at her back.
“Why do you do this to me?” His low, gravelly voice said directly into her
ear as he tore apart the offending piece of material furiously. He tossed
the shirt to the side grabbing her arms once more, pulling eve even
closer.
Bringing her hands up to cup his grossly unshaven square jaw, she flashed
him a brief smile before moving her mouth to his. She parted her lips ever
so slightly and brushed them against his, encouraging him to do like wise.
“Because I can.” She said quietly into his mouth, her tongue flicked out,
licking quickly at his lips before she barely whispered, “And because you
like having what is his.”
With a deafening roar Sabertooth seized the weather witch in his huge
arms, hoisting her off the floor and carried her into the bedroom.
The End.
I’m sure Mr. Lee is! So no, I don’t own them.
Genre: X-Men, Movieverse. (No X2 spoilers)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ororo/ Logan + Ororo/???
‘Black Ice’
Authors Note; this was my first attempt at, well, smut I suppose! So don’t
be too harsh! Done a few more since, but I still quite like this one-shot,
so I thought I'd post it here, hope you do too, Mi'kosan7, xx
(Small revisions have been made.13/7/03)
“Oh come on Scott, you’re kidding right?!” Jean laughed, shaking her head
briefly as she poured herself another glass of Bulgarian Merlot. “’Ro?”
She asked, motioning the bottle head in Ororo Munroe’s direction.
The Windrider smiled politely at her friend but declined the offer to
refill her half-empty glass.. “No, thank-you.”
“No, no, I’m completely serious. There’s a chance that if we don’t do
something soon ‘Senator Kelly’,” Scott raised his hands up and emphasised
his inverted commas with bunny ear gestures. “Could think about running
for Presidential office. I mean she’s been cavorting around for months now
and we’ve known the whole time.”
Jean shook her head again whilst Ororo sighed in exasperation, lightly
tossing her crumpled, linen napkin onto her empty dinner plate. They’d
been over this a thousand times.
Professor Xavier said nothing, he had his two index fingers pressed
together at the tips, resting them on his pursed lips, his other fingers
interlocked behind them. He seemed to be in deep contemplation of the dilemma of what
to do about Mystique, as he leant forward, both his elbows resting on the
dinner table in front of him.
Logan, who hadn’t said much all evening, eyed Scott for a moment before
giving a short, amused snort. Bring his bottle of beer he’d just acquired
from the fridge to his lips, he took several lengthy gulps.
“What?” Scott questioned, quirking an eyebrow above his ruby Quartz shades
as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair.
Logan didn’t reply immediately, he simply continued with his drink,
staring at Scott with an empty, cold glare. He took great delight in
watching the X-Men’s leader grow more and more uncomfortable under his
unnerving gaze; it was great to see the little twerp squirm.
“Nothin’ bub. But I was just wondering if you ever got off the job.” Logan
emptied the reing ing contents of his bottle.
Scott shifted in his seat, straightening up, trying desperately to reclaim
a little of his air of authority.
“It pays to be astute Logan, we can’t all be as casual about things as
you.” He retorted plainly.
Logan laughed briefly through a half-smirk, half-sneer but he wasn’t
really in the mood for trying to get Scott’s back up tonight. He had other
things on his mind, other more----important things.
His gaze drifted across the table to where SHE sat. Her silky, thick hair
was tied back loosely with a crudely carved, wooden clip. A few white
strands had fallen loose, framing her perfectly heart-shaped face, giving
more definition to her high cheek bones.
Logan’s eyes drifted down, taking in the elegant line of her bare neck,
encircled by the collar of the thin lilac, short-sleeved shirt that she
was wearing. Then his gaze trailed over her long, slim, milky chocolate
arms that were bent at the elbow and resting casually but somehow
gracefully on the table. The pristinely white table cloth made the
beautiful tone of her skin shimmer, just the way it did with her hair,
like chiaroscuro.
She was fiddling with the corners of her discarded napkin absently, rather
like a bored child, trying to make it seem like she was following the
thread of the conversation Professor X, Jean and Scott were now pursuing.
But Logan could tell she had about as much interest in it as he did.
Suddenly, as if sensing him watching her she looked up, her big, brown doe
eyes locking with his, but only briefly. She flashed him a small smile,
before diverting her attention back down to the napkin.
Ororo then subtly brought her hand up to her neck and rubbed slowly across
it once or twice, then let it trail, deliberately yet somehow nonchalantly
down her chest. Pushing apart ever so slightly the unbuttoned edges of her
shirt, letting her palm lay flat against her skin.
The action let Logan get a glimpse of the top of her full breasts, his
keen eyesight could see the light glisten of sweat collecting between
them. It sent a thrill of a familiar heat surging through him as he
watched her with a burning intensity.
He hated it when Ororo did this to him, but at the same time-----he loved
it.
It was all part of ‘the game’, the same game they’d been playing for
months now. Amazingly, no-one had cottoned on yet, but Logan supposed it
way only a matter of time.
“What’s your opinion Ororo?” Charles asked, turning to face her.
Ororo’s hand came down from her chest quickly, clasping at the stem of her
wine glass, almost knocking it over. She shrugged her shoulders slightly,
a highly uncouth gesture for her, as she brought the glass to her lips and
sipped at the burgundy liquid. “I ---I’m not sure Professor.”, she
faltered. “I haven’t really thought about what our course of action should
be.” She brought the glass to her lips and drank some more, a miniscule tremor
affecting her hand.
Logan chuckled in his mind, it was amusing to see her caught off-guard
like that, she was normally so attentive.
The professor and the others were clearly perplexed by Ororo’s somewhat
vague reply.
“Well,” Jean started as she stood up, picking up her and Scott’s plate
from the table in the process. “It’s mine and Scott’s turn to do the
clearing up, so I guess we’d better get on with it.” The redhead began
piling the other plates on top of each other.
“Yep, I guess it is.” Scott sighed, resigned to the task as he began to
help his fiancée with the tidying up.
“Do you want a hand? I don’t mind helping.” Ororo offered, brushing a few
stray strands of hair from her face, as she regained her demure.
“No, it’s fine, really, but thanks. Go on,” Jean flapped her free hand in
a shooing motion. “Scoot, go do whatever you need to do, we’ve got this.”
“If you are sure?” Ororo asked, out of a consistent politeness.
“YES!” Jean shouted, with comically mock irritation.
“O. K!” Ororo laughed as she stood, stretching her back. “I think I’ll go
for a walk before retiring. It’s such a beautiful night.” She turned her
head to the right and looked out at the evening sky through the large
French windows that were the architectural focal point of the dinning
room.
Professor Xavier followed her eye line and smiled, agreeing, “Yes, it is a
rather beautiful evening. I may join you, if that’s O. K?”
Ororo fought hard not to let her sudden surprise and disappointment at his
request, mar her features. She just about managed a polite smile before
Scott unwittingly came to her rescue.
“Urr, Professor, if it’s O. K I’d like a word with you?” He gld
d
briefly in Logan’s direction from underneath his visor. “In private.”
“Yes, of course Scott, it’s no bother.” He began to move his wheelchair
away from the dinner table, directing it in the direction of the door.
“I’ll be in my office.” He turned his head then to address Ororo, “We’ll
have to take that walk some other time my dear.”
Ororo smiled warmly at Charles, nodding her head in genuine agreement.
“Yes, some time soon, I hope.” He proceeded to vacate the room.
Logan would have laughed out loud at the relief that flooded Ororo’s face
when Scott had made his request, if he hadn’t have realised that his own
face bore the same expression.
“Well, I guess I’ll be going for that walk then.” Ororo made her way
around the back of her chair, tucking it underneath the table. Walking
over to the door, she stopped twice, to kiss Scott and Jean on the cheek
in a sisterly gesture.“Good night my brother, good night my sister.” She said to each
respectively.
They returned the sentiment lovingly.Then Ororo left the room, without a word, or even a glance in Logan’s
direction.
He emitted no outward sign of being affected by this to the other X-Men
left there with him, as he reached into the outside breast pocket of his
plaid shirt. Pulling out a fresh cigar, he quickly removed its plastic
wrapping and ran it under his nose, inhaling its comfortingly familiar
scent. Holding the slim object out in front him vertically, he unsheathed
a solitary claw with a soft yet resounding #SNIKT#. Then with a swift
sideways movement of his left hand he sheared off the top inch of one of
Cuba’s finest.He smiled in satisfaction at his precision cut before popping the cigar
into the corner of his mouth.
Jean observed his 'performance', shaking her head, behaving like the
sometimes-prissy little schoolteacher that she was. But it was true to say
that most people at the mansion only thought she behaved that way because
of the influence of her intended.
“Don’t worry,” Logan said around his cigar, looking up at the redhead.
“I’ll take it outside.” Despite the fact that his words were, in theory, considerate he still
managed to sound pissed off. But that was Logan all over, the permanent
grouch.He’d been there for eight months and everyone at the school was used to it
now.
Pushing his chair back, creating a high pitched scrapping noise on the
bare wooden flooring that made both Jean and Scott wince, he followed
Charles and Ororo, taking his leave of the room.
* * *
As Ororo Munroe strolled slowly along the somewhat over grown path, she
welcomed the coolness of the night air against her skin. It caused a rash
of goose bumps to envelope her arms and although, technically, she could
prevent such things from happening most of the time she didn’t want to.
She relished nature’s effect on her body, it was the closest thing to
paradise she could ever imagine, well----except for one thing.
She smiled, knowingly to herself at the thought, the thought of being with
HIM. So wild, so untamed, dangerous even, but so completely----enthralled
with her.
The crisp autumn foliage crunched under her every step, the sound
reverberating in the deathly quiet of the mansions surrounding woodland.
She often walked out here in the evenings, it always managed, somehow to
take the stress of the day away. But on certain nights the experience
could be more-----pleasurable than others.
Ororo stopped in the small nook at the entrance of a clearing just off the
left hand side of the pathway. She turned her head up to the heavens, the
sky was darkening rapidly. Stars, like random flakes of sparkling snow,
littered its vast canvas. Folding her arms, she began tracing patterns in
the criss-crossing, barren branches that were rendered in silhouette
against the deep, cobalt blue sky.The weather witch could have stood for hours, gazing upwards in dumb
wonder but her head fell back down again suddenly at the subtle sound of
crunching from behind her.A sultry smile played across her full, glistening lips but she didn’t turn
around to watch as her loveme ime into their space.
She could smell the almost pungent scent of his cigar as it wafted over to
her. Even though she’d always detested the smell of smoke, it had now
become apart of what unmiunmistakeably him. It had therefore grown to be
more of a secret pleasure than an annoyance.
“I was worried there for a minute darlin’” He deadpanned, his voice low.
There was a pause as he took a drag on his cigar, causing a soft crackling
sound to fill the soundless air. “I thought I was gonna have ta share ya
with Chuck.”
Ororo couldn’t stop herself from giggling like a schoolgirl and it really
did ruin the air of the sultry femme fatal she was trying so hard to
create! But she composed herself quick-smart.
“Would that have been so terrible?” She teased, looking at him from over
her shoulder and offering a sexy smile.
Logan cocked an eyebrhalfhalf snorting at the suggestion, half laughing.
He then moved over to the nearest tree, stumping out his unfinished cigar
carefully and dropping it back into his shirt pocket.
“That’ll be the day!” The words were spoken with humour but with a hint of
something else as well, something darker----more serious.
Logan walked towards her, entering the clearing fully. As he reached her
he brought his hands up to grip the backs of her upper arms. Gently, he
started to turn her around to face him.Breathing in her scent, the thick odour of desire hit him like a sledge-hammer, nearly overwhelming his senses. But it was also mixed with the
pervasive smell of an artificial perfume, this was a fairly recent and
irritating habit she’d acquired. Even though the scent was slight now
sometimes she’d use them so heavily that it drove the man to distraction.
Why, oh why, when the woman smelt so goddamn good naturally, did she have
to use shi shit?
“God ‘Ro!” He said, inhaling in at her hair. “I’ve told ya before, ya
don’t have to use all that crap!”
Gazing contentedly up at him Ororo laughed softly, shrugging her
shoulders. “I know, I know. I guess I’m just getting self-conscious---that people might discover what we've been up to.I know I'm just being stupid, but...” She
lied. Well, it was a half-truth.
Logan moved his hands down her body, relishing the feel of her supple
curves as he did so. Bringing them firmly to rest on her lower back, he
pulled her body towards him. Encircling her narrow waist easily, he linked
his hands near the small of her back.
In response she brought her arms up, hooking them underneath his and
clasped her hands together at the back of his neck. She let hers thumbs
brush lightly over the thin layer of dark, bristly hair that ran up the
nape of his neck. The heat of his body so close was a welcome comfort.
Logan brought his head down to hers, their faces mere millimetres apart.
She could feel the two steadily increasing warm jets of air from his
nostrils against her face, the sound of his breaths filling her ears. She
closed her eyes and waited for him to make his move.
Suddenly Ororo felt a hot, moist pressure come down on her pouting lips.
Instantly she opened her mouth under his, their lips moulding to each
other’s shape. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth, briefly
nipping at it teasingly, laughing low and seductively into his mouth.
Logan pushed her teeth away with his tongue before slipping it swiftly
inside her mouth. Gently, he hooked it underneath hers, inviting it to
dance that well-known tango. As their kiss became deeper it encouraged her
to press her groin into his. She was non-to surprised by the rock-hard
mound that she felt straining against his tight jeans. The feel of it sent
an electric thrill through a particular part of her body.
“Umm.” Ororo crooned, like velvet as she withdrew her tongue, pecking at
his lips some more. Then she ran the tip of her tongue along the top of
his wet bottom lip. She kept her hips pressed up against his lower body,
her hands still linked around his neck Her upturned face seemed to shine
in the fading light as she descried his face from beneath a hooded gaze,
framed by two perfectly shaped dark eyebrows.
Through a contented smile and a lust-induced husky voice, she asked, “Does
this REALLY satisfy you?”
“What do you mean?” He whispered softly against her mouth as he moved in
to kiss her again. But she pulled away.
“I mean----does this satisfy the lust you feel for Jean?” She moved away
from him completely then, letting his arms fall from her body.
Logan stared at her with a furrowed brow, then quirked one eyebrow in a
manner that she had come to recognise as a sign that he wasn’t happy with
her, in the least. But she brushed it aside, she was used to his rapid
shifts in mood and quite frankly she didn’t give a toss anymore!
Considering the circumstances of the development of the ‘relationship’
what did the man expect her to think?
Ever since he’d arrived at the mansion and then when he had returned from
his trip up North he’d made his feelings for the redhead quite clear. When
he’d taken Ororo as his lover she knew she had been a ‘consolation prize’,
a second rate substitute for the unattainable Dr. Jean Grey. But she’d
accepted it.This was just a bit of ‘extra-curricular’ fun, that’s what she told
herself. Well if it was being offered to her on a plate, then why on earth
not?! He was a great lover after all, almost the best she’d ever
had...almost.She’d only meant it to be a quick and casual fling but somehow, seven
months later they were still here, clandestine lovers, hiding in the
woods.
But there was a reason for that...
“Damn it ‘Ro! Who am I here with?” He shouted, his nostrils flaring like
an angry bull. “Do you really think after this long with you I still want
Jean?”
“I don’t know, you have never told me.” She replied flatly, riling him up
even more than he already was.
Tipping his head back Logan took in a deep breath of unadulterated
Westchester air, forcing himself to keep his cool. She could be so
completely infuriating at times. If only she really knew what went on
inside his head.True, when this whole thing had started between him and Storm, he’d only
ever seen it as being about the sex and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that.
She’d known the score. Logan had wanted Jean, desperately, but she
wouldn’t be unfaithful to Scott. So his predatory eye had fallen upon the
lonely weather witch.She’d seemed grateful for the attention at first, always so eager to
please him in whatever he’d requested, so giving. But over the past couple
of months things had changed. Ororo had become much more distant, much
more blasé, like nothing really, truly----excited her anymore.
Tonight, he was determined to change that.
Logan moved to grip her arm, intending to bring her closer again, but she
nudged his hand away.Bringing her head up sharply, in a most proud manner, her chin jutting
out, she locked her rich mocha eyes with his. Holding direct contact with
Logan’s hazel orbs, she stood her ground confidently.
They must have stood like that, in utter silence, for at least a full
minute before Logan spoke.
“You know darlin’,” he began quietly, a grin starting to tug at the
corner’s of his lips,----or was that a sneer? “Staring into the eyes of a
wild animal is dangerous.”
“Oh really?” Ororo questioned, pouting her lips and moving closer to him
of her own free will. She brought one hand up, running it leisurely over
the waistband of his jeans.
“Yeah,” he continued, disarmingly softly. “If ya stare at them long
enough, they feel threatened.”
Ororo smiled mischievously, raising one slender eyebrow as she continued
to gaze, brazenly into Logan’s now glittering eyes.
“Then what happens?” She asked casually, her hand working it’s way down
into his trousers and underneath the elasticated waistband of his boxers.
“Then,” he hissed as he felt her warm hand siding down his crotch and
closing around his rock hard penis. “Then it attacks.” Logan barely
managed to gasp the last words as her hand gripped around his erection
tighter.The sensation made something inside him snap, his hands shot up to grab at
her hair roughly, pulling her head backwards.
The brutish action only served to elicit a groan of pleasure from the
Windrider, making her laugh in dulcet tones. She began to rub her hand up
and down his sizable dick, loving every pained contortion that marked his
features, each stroke making it worse and worse.
“Fuck!----ah, God!---- ‘Ro!” He managed to say through his increasingly
short breaths.
“Goddess if you don’t mind.” She offered playfully, her voice becoming
thick with lust.Logan brought his mouth down on hers hard, pulling her face up slightly
through the grip still had on her hair. All gentleness, or what there ever
was was of it in the first place, now gone. He pressed his lips against hers
with such force that it was almost painful-----but in a strange way,
she liked it.A rasping moan escaped Ororo’s partially covered mouth as Logan
practically slammed her against the trunk of the oak tree behind her.
Pinning her to its rough surface with his muscled torso.
One of his hands came down from her hair to grasp at her long denim
covered thigh, hoisting it up in the air. He hooked her bent knee over his
hip as he kissed her with more force and began to grind his erection up
against her groin.Reaching down from her thigh, Logan caught the hem of her ankle-length,
flared skirt and yanked it up, bunching the whole thing up around her
waist. Then he gripped her exposed thighs with both hands, lifting her up
and supporting her weight against the tree with his body. The roughness of
his jeans scraped and scratched at the insides of her legs.
Ororo instantly hooked her lower legs around Logan’s midriff, pressing
them towards each other tightly, locking him in a vice like grip. As she
did this she freed her hand that was down his crotch and fumbled with it
clumsily, trying desperately to undo the chunky, brass buckle of his belt.
She had little success, finally giving in as she broke their kiss and took
her other hand from his neck. She momentarily poured her concentration
into prying open the offending piece of metal.
As she put all her effort into that task, Logan moved his mouth onto her
swan-like neck, sucking and nipping at it hungrily. He traced the hard
line of one protruding neck cord with his tongue. Down and down he went,
before coming to the hollow spot at its base, swirling the thick muscle
around inside it. The bittersweet taste of salt-tinged flesh that filled
his mouth from that place made him growl, raggedly.
Eventually, the buckle was undone and Ororo had his zip down in a flash.
Logan took one hand from her supple leg, still holding her firmly with the
other, as he assisted her in pushing the clothing away from his by now
throbbing erection.
He moved his mouth back up to hers, resuming their kiss, Logan pressing
his now freed penis against her still covered sex. Even through her soft,
cotton draws he could feel its moistness and a burning heat emanating from
it. It earned another low growl from the feral man.
“Logan----please!” Ororo gasped through her panting breaths, her vagina
beginning to pulse rapidly, aching to be filled.
On hearing his lover practically begging another wave of savage passion
ran through him. He grabbed the side of her lacy knickers and somehow
managed to tear them away from her body in one vicious yank. Causing Ororo
to yelp in surprise at the action.Finally exposed, Logan rubbed the tip of his cock along Ororo’s nether
lips a couple of times, ‘testing the waters’ as it were. To his delight he
found that she was so wet she was practically dripping.
Satisfied, he shifted position against her hips, pulling back from her
before shunting forwards rapidly, grunting ferociously as he did so.
Once----twice, then all the way in to her steaming hot opening, filling
her completely.
Ororo let out a piercing, lurching cry at the more than welcome movement.
Taking in a cold, sharp breath, she released it in a series of short,
quick gasps as Logan began to move in and out of her, gaining pace with
each shaft.
“Lo----Logan----don’t----“ She threw her head back against the tree as
another deafening, uncontrollable groan escaped her mouth. Logan rammed
himself into hardharder and harder. He emitted his own feral grunts of
pleasure as Ororo’s tight, soft heat throbbed and pulsed ever tighter
around his thrusting phallus.
“Don’t stop----don’t-----yes, Logan, yes! Fu---fuck me!” She screamed
breathlessly. Distant thunder rumbled ominously in the skies,
distant----for now at least.
Logan continued to buck his hips, piercing her again and again, making her
dig her fingers into his shoulders desperately. He could feel the sharp
sting of her nails, even through his thick plaid shirt and now sweat
soaked T-shirt that was underneath. It only served to spur him on
faster----harder----faster----harder.
He could just see the tops of her breasts bobbing up and down rapidly with
their frenzied actions, but he wanted more. Quick as a flash he tore open
her thin shirt, ripping off most of the buttons in the process. He had a
full view now of her full breasts encased in what could only be described
as the barest strip of see-through, white lace. He wasted no time in
disposing of that also, in the same manner as her panties, dipping his
head to run his tongue over her pert, dark nipples.
Logan groaned loudly through gritted teeth as he as he struggled to keep
his grip on her increasingly sweat slicked thighs. He could feel the
agonisingly pleasurable point of orgasm, ready to flood his heightened
senses.
Tensing his jaw, he buried his face in Ororo’s neck, holding on for dear
life, his teeth pinching at her skin.
Harder----harder----ever harder.
“Come fer me ‘Ro, come----fer ME!” He growled, gutturally in her ear.
Ororo began panting in a fast but measured rhythm as she felt her orgasm
threatening to burst forth. It was killing her, this sensation, so good
yet so----she didn’t no what! All she did know was that she never wanted
it to stop.
Faster----faster----ever faster.
“Yes, godde----argh---yes, YES!” A vicious energy exploded inside Ororo,
rapidly flowing to every nerve ending in her shaking body. At that same
moment the sky erupted also, heavy rain belting down on the copulating
couple. Although they were saved from the worst of it by the canopy the
bare branches made above their heads.
Logan bucked frantically----once, twice, three times before his own orgasm
ripped through him. An odd sound, akin to a snarl came from him as Ororo
clung to his shoulders to steady herself against his final shuddering
shunts.
He hadn’t fucked her quite that ferociously for a long while.
Logan loosened his grip on her legs, which he’d previously struggled so
hard to keep. Sliding his hands up them and over her smooth, perfectly
shaped buttocks, he finally encircled them around her curving hips.
Laying his heavy head on Ororo’s heaving, sweat and rain drenched bosom he
exclaimed, breathlessly, “Goddamn-----goddamn!”
Ororo just about managed to chuckle lightly in ‘reply’ as she struggled to
regulate the rhythm of her own breathing.
They stayed as they were for a while, Ororo stroking Logan’s
sweat-dampened, dishevelled hair. She entangled her fingers lovingly into
its thick mass, content to remain there with him still firmly inside her.
Logan was practically purring in contentment as the pair slowly recovered
from their exertions.
Gradually, the rain stopped falling.
* * *
“Do you have to?” Logan questioned, watching intently as Ororo pulled on
his plaid shirt, irritation growing by the second.
She clasped the front together and with nimble fingers quickly did up the
buttons. The shirt was massive on her, its hem almost at her knees and the
cuffs engulfing her hands, but it would have to do until she got back to
the mansion. As long as nobody caught sight of her before she made it to
her bedroom, everything would be fine.
“Don’t start Logan, I have things to do, that’s all.” Ororo took the wood
clip from her hair, holding it in her mouth as she used both hands to pull
her hair back neatly before replacing the clip. She wasn’t in the mood for
this right now.
Logan sniffed, making no effort to hide his annoyance at the fact that
once again she suddenly had to leave right after they had made love.
“It’s almost every time ‘Ro.” He stood from his position, sitting at the
foot of the tree and took a few steps closer to Ororo. “It’s beginning to
take the piss darlin’.”
Ororo furrowed her brow as she huffed loudly in display of her
displeasure, folding her arms.“What more do you want Logan?”
He laughed, incredulously, but there was no humour in it. His face
darkened instantly as he cocked an eyebrow.“What do I want? I would have thought that was pretty goddamn obvious by
now sweetheart.”
Ororo didn’t reply, she simply continued to regard him with an indifferent
expression upon her face.
Her silence was actually starting to make Logan nervous;it was
a feeling he was unused to experiencing and that fact only made it worse.He turned his head from her, rubbing one large hand around the back of his
neck. He was trying desperately to find the words----the words to explain.
But none were forthcoming.
“I think we both know,” Ororo began, thinking carefully about what she was
going to say next. “I think we both know that this---this is as far as we
go.”
“Really.” He replied neutrally, it was more of a statement than a
question.
#Oh great,# Ororo thought. #Now he’s going to go monosyllabic on me.# She
took a step closer to him, but refrained from making physical contact.
“Yes really, and is that so bad?” She smiled at him, a slight look of
concern in her pretty brown eyes. “We have fun, we are together only when
we want to be. This was clear from the beginning Logan.”
#But I want more, damn it!# He roared internally, but outwardly he remained
aloof. Reaching over to Ororo he took his half-smoked cigar from his shirt
pocket. Amazingly it was still bone dry so he planted it in the corner of
his mouth and said simply, “Fine.”
He brought his cupped hands that contained his flaming lighter up to the
tip of his cigar, making it glow a vicious shade of red.
Ororo sighed, she’d had enough of this for one night, and she had places
to be.“I have essays to mark. Stay here and sulk if you will.” She turned on her
heel, proceeding to leave the clearing.Just at its mouth she stopped. “I will see you tomorrow----maybe.”
Throwing that last dig back over her shoulder she then disappeared through
the trees, and out onto the path.
Logan plucked the cigar from his mouth with his thumb and index finger.
Exhaling a blue tinged cloud of smoke into the now oppressively dark night
as he listened to her footsteps fading away into the distance.
He began to unconsciously grind his back teeth as he thought over the
situation he’d inadvertently gotten himself into.He knew now that he’d been a fool to treat Ororo like he had. He had set
the pattern of this ‘relationship’, and there seemed to be no turning back
now.
Logan finally tore his gaze away from the spot where she’d vanished as he
dropped his cigar to the ground and stamped on it. He just couldn’t be
bothered with it anymore.Running his hand down his face he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, he could
definitely feel a headache coming on. They were rare due to his healing
factor but that didn’t seem to account for stress
headaches---unfortunately.
Turning in the opposite direction from the clearings exit he sloped off to
loose himself through the trees. Maybe he’d even try, in vain, to forget
about just how much he’d come to love her.
* * *
Ororo swiftly made her way to her room, the last thing she wanted to start
in the mansion was a rumour mill. This place was bad enough for gossip as
it was. She was careful to tread lightly down the shadowed hallway that
led to her attic stairwell. This part of the house was notorious for
creaking floorboards.
Once she’d reached the end of the hall, she bent down towards a plant pot
that contained a huge rubber plant at the side of the door. Lifting the
scorch-red ceramic pot up an inch or so she searched the floor underneath
blindly. Her right hand scrummaged around on the bare flooring, until it
came into contact with a cold, slim piece of metal.
Retrieving the key to the stairwell door she slipped it into the lock,
entered and trotted up the iron, spiral staircase.
Once in the room she did a quick mental check to remember what she needed;
car keys, purse, change of top.Ororo strode over to her dresser to pick up her car keys, removing Logan’s
shirt as she went. She was about to discard the item when suddenly she
thought, #No----I’ll take it with me.# A mischievous, lop-sided smile came
to her mouth.
She grabbed a freshly washed white vest top that was draped over a wicker
chair to her left. After she had put the garment on she brought her
forearm up to her face, running her nose closely along it, inhaling
deeply.His scent was all over her. She could smell Logan’s ‘animal’ odour, laid
thickly on her soft skin. A dull tingle started in her most private of
places as the scent, mixed with the sweat from their lovemaking,
overwhelmed her senses. They may not have been enhanced like his but that
did not stop her body from reacting to such----potent stimuli.
Ororo had to shake her head briefly to break the spell. Picking up her
purse that also lay on the cluttered dresser top and Logan’s shirt she
proceeded to exit the room. But just before she did she stopped at the
door, taking a long fawn coloured cardigan from the hook at the side of
the doorframe. She slipped it on, securing it with one middle button and
then ran down the staircase. She moved with such haste that it could only
mean she had somewhere important to be----and she needed to be there
yesterday.
* * *
“Good evening Mrs. Smith.” The hotel desk clerk displayed a rather cheesy
grin as he assedssed the now familiar white-haired African lady who had
just entered the lobby.
Ororo said nothing at first as she signed ‘herself’ into the register and
picked up the card key that the clerk had already laid out for her.
“Thank-you Mr. Robinson.” She gave the smarmy little man a polite smile,
but she really couldn’t stand him. Though she humoured him for
convenience.
Taking her leave of the desk she started up the lush, marble staircase but
was halted halfway up by Robinson’s obtuse, nasal tones.
“The,” he cleared his throat in a manner that sounded as if he were trying
to stifle a laugh. “ ‘Gentleman’, ‘Mr. Smith’, has been here for half an
hour madam.”
Ororo eyed him with an icy indifference, her body oozing an effortlessly
regal distain.
“Thank-you.” She replied neutrally. “And I trust we will not be disturbed.
No breakfast call.”
Robinson beamed his disquieting grin at her once more, his piercing piggy
eyes creasing at the corners. “Yes ma’am, we are familiar with your
instructions.”
“Good.” She retorted dryly, then turned and ascended the remaining steps.
* * *
Ororo entered the spacious hotel suite, immediately her eyes swept over
the entire area. The lights were off, only the moon streamed in to
illuminate the room.No sign. No matter, she thought to herself as she walked out into the pine
floored lounge space.# I’m sure he’ll make his presence felt soon enough.#
She stood in the centre of the room and started to do a 360-degree turn.
As she did so she reached into her purse, where she’d stashed Logan’s
shirt. Drawing it out slowly she then placed both items on the glass-top
coffee table at her side.“Come out, come out wherever you are!” She chimed teasingly, as she
started removing her clothing one by one.First her cardigan, then her fresh vest top, finally she loosened the
straps at the top of her skirt, letting it fall to the ground with a soft
#POOF#. And seen as she was already sans underwear sas nas now stood
completely naked.The icy reflection of the moonlight, that pooled in certain spots in the
room made her skin glow gloriously.
A low growl emanated from the cavernous dark of an open doorway to her
right. She snapped her head in that direction. Without taking her gaze
from the doorway she bent down and retrieved the plaid shirt from the
coffee table.Slipping it over her bare body she called out softly, “He’s all over me.”
Another growl burst from her right but it was tinged with something other
than pure lust this time. It sounded more vicious, more like a snarl.
Ororo laughed quietly as she watched the man known as Sabertooth emerge
from the shadows, his unusually black eyes glinting.
As he neared her she could see, even in the poor light, a sneer on his
lips. She closed her eyes as he reached up to touch her, gripping her
upper arms with his massive hands.
A stuttering hiss escaped Ororo’s mouth and a shiver ran through her
entire body as he pressed himself against her. He leant down so that his
mouth lay close to her ear, hot rasping breaths caressing the side of her
face. Closing her eyes as she felt him gathering Logan’s shirt up in his
hands at her back.
“Why do you do this to me?” His low, gravelly voice said directly into her
ear as he tore apart the offending piece of material furiously. He tossed
the shirt to the side grabbing her arms once more, pulling eve even
closer.
Bringing her hands up to cup his grossly unshaven square jaw, she flashed
him a brief smile before moving her mouth to his. She parted her lips ever
so slightly and brushed them against his, encouraging him to do like wise.
“Because I can.” She said quietly into his mouth, her tongue flicked out,
licking quickly at his lips before she barely whispered, “And because you
like having what is his.”
With a deafening roar Sabertooth seized the weather witch in his huge
arms, hoisting her off the floor and carried her into the bedroom.
The End.