Okay, so, this is a HUGE step from wrestling fanfics, so please be gentle! I'm a sucker for love, and especially Interracial love. Add in some bad ass comics, and you have a great story! Storm is my muse, and I just love the coupling of her and Wolverine. Wolverine has always been a bit of a tortured soul, and with Storm's soul contradicting her name, I think she's what he needs. I hope you enjoy!

"Go..."

The African beauty clutched her covers to her bare chest, watching her lover stare outside of the rainy window. He was needed elsewhere, but he'd give anything to rest in the domain that was Storm's lair. His hazel eyes cut to her, as he studied his nude body, wondering if he gave her all he could. Storm was a woman of strength, but somehow tonight she let her emotions overcome anything she had to offer.

"Logan, just go.."

Logan turned to her, marveling at her blue eyes in the dark. They were vastly different from her dark, black skin, and he couldn't help but find himself lost in the sight of her. He wasn't much of a man, yet, this amazon took the time on making love to him. She looked at him as if she had never seen anything like him, when he himself didn't see an ounce of that. His eyes left hers, as he fetched his pants, not caring to be in order with getting dressed. His shirt was ripped from the passionate night, and all he could do was look elsewhere to erase those thoughts. He fetched his leather jacket, and walked towards the door, never letting his light eyes meet hers again. His woolly hand gripped the door-pane, as he looked ahead, listening to her soft, velvet voice.

"I'll be seeing you, friend."

"Logan, copy that?"

Logan's eyes darted to Jean Grey's as her question registered in his mind. All he could think about was the night before, wondering if that special night would ever come to fruition again.