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The Wedding Bells are Nearly Ringing-by PS
Oak Tree in the Gardens of Xavier mansion
Logan watched carefully as she scolded a student.
Her ivory hair glistened in the sunlight and her blue eyes shone like hot fire.
He shivered.
He had been watching and waiting for a while now, actually, for years.
He knew everything about her; her favorite things, her dark secrets, her dreams, everything.
He was tired of being just a friend, he wanted something more.
He took a small box from his pocket and stared at it for a moment, then, he put it back.
Tonight he would strike!
Later on-in the gardens
"Do you think Jean will mind much if I skip out on girl's night?"
Logan lay beside Ororo as she graded her student's papers, listening to her thoughtfully and speaking at the right times.
"Naw, disappointed, sure. But she won't be mad at you."
Ororo smiled and Logan tried to ignore his thrumming heart, "thanks Logan, you always know what to say."
He smiled weakly at her and propped his head down to cover his eyes, "hey Logan?"
He tapped his booted foot on the hard ground, "yeah?"
"Do you ever wish for something more?"
He pushed his hat back and looked at her with his smoky eyes, "what do ya mean?"
She sighed and collapsed down next to him, their bodies nearly touching, "I mean, everyone else seems so happy, and I'm…well, I'm not. And I feel very selfish talking this way."
He turned his head to face her and she turned to face him.
"Honey, you're not a selfish person. Never have been, never will be."
She smiled at him and leaned forward, pecking his cheek, "thank you Logan, but, I have to go now. See you later."
With that she grabbed her papers and left him alone in the shady gardens, trying to cool the heat that her kiss had inflamed, and trying to figure out what to do next…
That Evening- Logan's Room
"Ugh! Damn!"
Logan flopped down on his couch, trying to ignore the stinging pain in his hand.
Broken glass littered the floor, and beer ran down the front of his body, soaking his clothes.
He gave a sigh as his hand healed itself, closing up around bits of glass, "damn."
He got up and moved out of his room, heading to Jean's lab, but stopped.
She wasn't here. Girl's night.
"Double damn."
"Logan?"
He turned swiftly to see Ororo standing there, her hair down, a mug in her hands.
Her eyes were wide and staring at his hand, "oh Logan! What happened to you?"
He shrugged as she walked closer, "I had an argument with a beer bottle. It won."
She picked up his hand and looked at it gingerly, "I think there's glass stuck in it."
He laughed without mirth, "you and me both darlin.'"
She dropped his hand carefully and started walking, he instinctively followed, "we'll have to get that glass out, I'll get you down to the lab and help."
Warmth filled him at the thought of Ororo taking care of him…
The Medical Lab
"This is going to hurt."
"S'okay, I've had worse."
Ororo, as quickly as she could, sliced open Logan's hand with the sterile knife. Blood welled up and flooded his palm, but he didn't flinch, he merely concentrated on not healing to quickly.
As fast as she could she removed the blood stained glass, gently prodding around to make sure that it was all out.
Warmth had suffused Logan; he needed someone that would hurt him on order to heal him.
Ororo was that person.
She was wiping off his now healed hand as he leaned forward.
"Ororo…"
She looked up at him, her cerulean eyes surprised to see him so close, "yes Logan?"
He licked his lips and stared at her, then, she felt something soft and heavy in her hand.
She glanced down and gasped as she took in the black velvet box, "Lo-"
"Wait 'Ro, hear me out."
She stared at him, her mouth slightly parted.
He took a breath and begun, "I've known you for a long time 'Ro, and as clichéd as this sounds, I love you. We started out best friends, and now, well, I love you more than just like a sister."
She stared at him, watching as he got down on his knees, "Ororo Munroe, will you marry me?"
She took a small breath, "yes…"