Title: "A Wild and Beautiful View"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R due to nudity
Summary: He caught her bare breasted.
Warnings: Het
Word Count: 520
Date Written: 17 June, 2012
Challenge: For a Comment-fic LJ comm's prompt
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine, Ororo "Storm" Munroe, Charles "Professor X" Francis Xavier, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and the X-Men are ﾩ & TM Marvel comics and Disney, neither of which are the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"Goddess!" She exclaimed upon sighting the headlights turning down onto Graymalkin Lane. She turned and made a beeline for the mansion's door. She had told him she would not come out again like this, but it had been too tempting, after the rain that had lasted all night, not to come welcome Mother Earth's early Spring renewal as she always had before.
She had not expected him home so early, but she should have known by now that Charles Xavier was anything but predictable. He was also the kindest, most generous man she had ever known, giving her a home here in the States and a chance to use her powers not just to help her people in Africa but to help the world. They had already saved the world more times than Ororo would have ever thought possible from herself, and yet he asked so little of her. Indeed, not going out naked was one of the few requests he had made, and she was ashamed to recognize her failure in keeping even that simple promise to the man who had done so much for her and her kind.
She was in such a rush, as she flew, that she forgot to pause to pick up her cape and didn't realize that she was no longer the only one up until she zoomed into the mansion and almost collided with the surly man from Canada. "Wolverine!"
"Yeah, babe, that's my name." Logan grinned and popped open another can of beer with his claws. Unlike Ororo, who had simply awakened before any one else, Wolverine had never been to bed the night before. He had been out picking fights, solving fights for others, and bar crawling and had arrived home mere minutes before he started hearing Charles' car make its way up the lane.
Ororo's big, blue eyes zipped between Logan's big, wide, and thoroughly appreciative grin and the front door opening. "You . . . You must not breathe a word - " she started, but Logan's grin only grew larger.
"Don't worry, darlin'. Yer little secret's safe with me. I'm not about to help the old man keep you contained when I've been 'ppreciatin' th' view every time yer've gone out."
"You . . . " Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning chased through the early morning sky. "You've seen me?!"
Logan flashed his fangs; he was enjoying this moment and far too amused for Ororo's liking. Heat crawled up her dark and lovely body. "I'm seein' ya right now, babe, an' if ya don't get movin', th' old man's gonna see ya, too."
Ororo made a clear, but wordless, sound of indignation. The door to the kitchen started to open. Her eyes turned to it while Logan's stayed feasting upon her body. She screeched again and rushed to her attic, mentally kicking herself for failing to leave a window open the night before. It was a long time before Ororo set foot naked outside again, but when she finally did, Logan was still there, waiting, ready, and enjoying every moment of her wild and beautiful freedom.
The End