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What She's Doing Now.
"This is tearing me apart. I can't believe she left me, Me! She didn't even tell me where she went." Logan screams to the heavens, as though someone would answer back.
"Why?" He shouts as though his soul is rendering in twain. He stands with his bare torso exposed to the rain, and his arms thrown back. His hands are held as though his whole body is wracked with pain. He wails louder as the thunder cracks and the shingles on his roof grow slicker.
A voice does come through the howling rain. Possibly the one responsible for the gale. Her Name says it all, whether you call her Ororo, which is to say "Beauty" or Storm, which signifies all that she is.
"You know she could not take you where she went, nor could she tell you when she was going, Logan." The rain was slicking her clothes to her skin and wetting her brown skin to a near mirror gloss as she took a place next to Logan on the black roof top.
"'Ro, It feels so wrong for her not to be here. Almost like she should come flying over that mountain in a blaze of glory, like she's done so many times before." Logan said as he buried his crying eyes into Storm's strong shoulders.
"She well may, dear one. But this looked like her choice. She did this for you." Storm cooed as she tried to comfort the distraught man on her shoulder, his tears mingling with the cold rain. She smoothed a hand over his wet, unruly hair and placed a kiss atop.
"I can understand she left with him to keep me safe. Sinister could have done a lot to me, but what's he doing to her? Can I live with that? I just keep having these dreams of her tied to a metal table, with all these wires and tubes attached to her, and then, I keep remembering that last look she gave me over her shoulder as she walked away, it was a mixture of love and fear." He cried as he burrowed deeper into her open arms.
"You aren't alone in this." Storm reminded as she wiped the rain off his face. With another wave of her hand, she dismissed the rain and allowed the moon and stars to come out. "He did take Scott and Rachel too."
"You see that moon up there 'Ro?" Logan asked.
"I do, Logan. What of it?" She queried as he held her closer.
"That's what gets me through." His tears dried up as he remembered how many times he had sat on that very roof, looking at that moon. With different people, some dead now, some living, many friends and a few lovers, that moon had been constant.
The chill of the post rain wind cooled Storm's skin into goose bumps and Logan held her closer to keep her warm, and soon, his lips find warmth in hers. It was a sweet kiss, simple in its infancy, complex in its hunger, until it broke under that moon's pale blue light.
"'Ro, I'm, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have I.." He fumbled for words as he twisted the band of gold on his left hand.
"It is alright Logan! I found that to be quite enjoyable." She said as she managed to catch her breath, her breasts heaving through the cold, damp muslin cloth that covered her. She leaned in to kiss him again, with sparks flying as the two made contact. Logan's hand strayed to her pert breasts as hers strayed to his dewy chest. Her thin dress came up as his pants came off and the two made a gentle, sweet and sultry love atop that roof. Something only the moon had seen that night. Only the owls heard the moans and cooed a response, and the only trees witnessed in their stoic repose.
End
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