Author's note: something I posted on a few years ago on the livejournal comment_fic site. The prompt was "X-Men, Jean/Logan, a storm is coming".
STORM WARNING
It started off as a picnic, but one thing led to another and they ended up making love under an old apple tree.
Afterwards, they lay naked in each other's arms, with the wrinkled picnic blanket spread underneath them, wordlessly watching the slow march of torn and scattered clouds across a darkening sky.
Logan suddenly sniffed the air. Then he smiled broadly and glanced at Jean.
"Storm's coming," he said easily. He seemed vastly amused about something.
Jean looked at Logan, frowned, and then glanced up at the ragged sky. Logan wasn't given to making unnecessary small-talk and of course a storm was on the way. Why was he...
Then Jean blinked in realization and pulled the edges of the picnic blanket around their bodies, hurriedly covering them both as much as possible.
Ororo suddenly erupted out the west, skimming over a low hill. Her cape was flared around her, helping Ororo control her wind-ride. She was running before the gust front; playing on the leading edge of the storm.
It was a weather goddesses' version of surfing.
Spotting her friends, Ororo flew directly over them, laughing and holding her arms wide in greeting as she roared past. She shouted something that Jean couldn't make out amid the sudden howl of wind, but Logan was pretty sure it was, "About time!"
And then as suddenly as she had arrived, Ororo was gone. Jean was both blushing and smiling as Logan laughed out loud. And leaves shaken loose from the apple tree mixed with the beginning of a warm summer rain and fell on the two lovers.