Disclaimer: Marvel/ Disney. None of these wonderful characters belong to me, however I do so love pairing them together, reading about them.
I haven't wrote in a very long time and I admit I have a horrible time concluding stories. I am hoping to take this, run with it, improve, and move on to more. The rating for this story is MA due to predicted future chapters. This one right here is just a couple of bad words. Please review. I'm sure I need a Beta, BUT I have no idea who to pick-guess I'm a little shy in that department-like can't a BETA pick my ass :P
Chapter 1
"Alright Ma'am. Old Xavier's school. A woman like you should be careful 'round these parts." Her driver was a little to chatty for her nerves, but she allowed the corners of her mouth to turn upward, briefly, to appear polite.
Everyone knew of Charles' mansion, why the place was established and some of the infamous people that used to dwell within it. Government clashes and other dangerous events had been common at the haven a few years past.
The gentleman had to be close to fifty in age, his eyes between wrinkling sockets, and voice raspy. The car was clean, but she could pick up the scent of burnt tobacco whenever he shifted to turn the wheel, adjusted the rearview mirror.
His old brown eyes hadn't wanted to focus on the road. She tried to maintain her nonchalant expression, but simultaneously multiple emotions were being experienced. If he was expecting praise for flattering he would be disappointed. She identified annoyance, but as the vehicle stopped, she no longer could deny also feeling slight apprehension, and nostalgia.
"Please open the trunk. I can retrieve my bag. Than-"
Old man was out of the car and at the trunk before she could finish. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the Uber, the gentle wind causing her white wavy hair to tickle her face. She met the driver in the back and took her considerably large bag from both his hands into one of hers.
He looked frustrated about something as she tried once again to thank him and be done.
"Miss-look, I-I know I'm older than you, but I've-you must hear this a lot. You're very beau-unique!"
Why on Earth couldn't he just get back in his car and find another customer?!
"Perhaps it would be wise for you to just drive away now." Was it so difficult to call a mutant beautiful?
At that he frowned at her, but did as told.
Ororo Monroe was officially back at one of the few places she felt gave her sanctuary. Everything surrounding her made her feel more excited. Back within her element, her skin was tingling; her heart radiated, causing her chest to feel heavy. She walked through the front doors almost tasting the smell of old and new air as her lungs expanded with her intake of breath. Home. Then, suddenly the person to greet her was also the last person she had spoken to before she had left.
"Heard you comin' before you walked in."
The tone was that of slight annoyance, gruff. Their eyes met by nature, and she was forced to be reacquainted with his untamed handsome 6'2 frame. All muscles and pure territorial attitude, with smoke eyes and wild dark hair. It was always hard for her to pull her gaze away from his presence.
"Well, your ears alone won't keep this place secure, Logan. Why are the codes the same as before I left!?" She was quite concerned and serious with her inquiry, but Logan shrugged his muscular shoulders, nonchalantly, grunted so she could hear how much he cared about her worries.
"Askin' me bout security protocol? When did you start carin' bout maximum security? Today?"
His comment was slightly hurtful to her, but she felt too dignified to have to explain herself. Afterall, she had just gotten back. He had no authority over her.
He lifted a bushy brow for emphases, and he moved closer, getting into her personal space. He walked around her, sniffing her, chiding himself for having her trail fresh around him again.
Meanwhile, Ororo was doing everything she could to maintain her own sense of self. She looked everywhere she could to avoid looking directly at him. She tried not to pay mind to his flaring nostrils or the heat radiating from his body. However, the-no, his heat felt comforting. He smelled of pine, sweat, and dried tobacco…something else...men's aftershave, but it was clear he hadn't been shaving.
"That's not fair for you to say." Despite herself, the words slipped out her mouth.
He was done inspecting her and his eyes were looking down demanding her gaze come upon him, squarely.
"I never give you this display when you decide to, 'wander off'." She practically whispered, narrowing her eyes at him.
"That's cuz everybody knows what to expect from me, Ro."
She could feel it even as she fought to contain the burning threatening to release.
"I'm the wandering type. I don't have to, 'stay put!'"
The sudden, familiar increased pressure of blood within her veins and the blurring of her vision. Oh, yes.
Logan knew it a soon as her cyan eyes started to glow neon, but he did not cease his mouth from running.
"Not one fuckin word from you-completely dropped off the grid. Got everyone thinkin' you was-" He leaned in then, putting his lips barely along her earlobe.
The sound of thunder could be heard from miles beyond the mansion.
"One good fuckin' sent you runnin' faster than the lightening bout to come out of ya!" Both his hands had reached to cup her face as he daringly inched his lips closer to her long, neck. He could hear her heart pounding perfectly.
Another rumble began. It shook the foundation, causing several voices to be heard, and distant conversations of surprise to develop throughout the hallways. A buzz, and then, students of various ages, shape, and color suddenly filled the empty space.
"Darlin! You're back!-Move Logan!" Rogue unexpectedly appeared and pushed Logan out of the way so fast, surprising both. Ororo's bag slipped from her hand, it landing squarely on Logan's foot, right before he was shoved out of Rogue's way.
"I am very happy to see you." Ororo quickly got control of herself, eyes returning back to normal, thanking the Goddess as she relaxed into her friend's sudden embrace.
