Light Rain
by Jillian
Notes: I said it before and I'll say it again...college is a bitch. I'm just now getting back to writing. As for my last story, I kinda lost interest in it for a while, but I intend to finish it for all the lovely people who read and reviewed it so far.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters aren't mine. OC character to come, which is all mine damnit.
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With all the strength she had left in her, Ororo slowly and painfully climbed the steps to her room. Her muscles strained and ached with every step, as the mission against the FOH had left her, and the rest of the team, exhausted.
Upon entering her room, Ororo let her flowing black cape fall from her shoulders to the wooden floor. Her chest rose and fell as she stood there drawing in slow breaths, her cape lying in a pool around her black boots. Ororo's normally vibrant blue eyes were now calm, almost weary. Her downcast gaze fell to her bruised and bloody knuckles, and to slight rip in her black uniform around her ribcage.
As she examined her other wounds, echoes of the mission began filtering into her mind.
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"Storm, get her outta there as fast as you can!!!" Cyclops yelled through his communicator.
Ororo tore through the building making her escape with a little dark haired girl clutched in her arms. The child clung to the white haired beauty , her eyes wide with terror from the men hot on their heels. Various shots rang out around them, both sustaining cuts and bruises along the dark corridors of the abandoned warehouse.
As Ororo cleared the compound, Rogue, Gambit, and Wolverine covered her getaway. The team regrouped on the Blackbird, all breathing sighs of relief that everyone was safe. Ororo sat in her co-pilots chair next to Cyclops, but her attention kept being diverted to the little girl sleeping in the chair behind her.
She couldn't have been more than seven years old. She had long dark brown hair and medium brown skin, almost the same tone as Ororo's. Ororo recalled the fear she saw in the child's light brown eyes that were filled with tears. She wasn't sure as to the nature of her mutant abilities, but if the FOH had her, it couldn't have been good.
Ororo couldn't pinpoint it, but the girl looked familiar to her. The color of her skin, her hair, and even her light eyes especially seen to haunt her. Logan, who sat directly behind Ororo, noticed her intense gaze on the sleeping child. After a moment, Ororo's eyes darted up to Logan's, whose eyes were already focused on her. She slowly turned back into her seat for the remainder of the flight home.
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Ororo stood silent in her room when she heard a small knock at her door. She painfully raised her head and turned to open the door, but stopped when the pain in her legs forbid her to move.
"Come in", she managed to whisper.
Logan poked his head in entered her room when he noticed her weary expression.
"You alright, darlin'?"
"I'm fine, Logan. Although a bit bruised".
A moment passed between them and nothing was said. Logan only stood there, in his jeans and usual flannel shirt, and perused her disheveled state in silence. When he said nothing, Ororo turned her back and limped her way to her bed. A few painful steps later, Ororo slumped down on her bed.
"Logan, is there something you wanted?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were okay. You seemed a bit out of it on the way home"
She noted the aloofness of his stance, yet the concern in his voice gave him away. It was almost as if he didn't want her know he was worried about her.
"Logan I'm fine", she assured him, "It's just..that little girl seemed awfully familiar to me. Is she alright?"
"Oh yeah, Hank checked her out and everyting. Jean and ol' One eye took her home".
Ororo nodded and bent down to unlace her boots. But the sharp pain that shot up her back caused her to cry out suddenly. Logan quickly moved to her side on the bed and placed his hand softly on her shoulder.
"You sure you're alright, darlin'?"
"Yes Logan, I assure you I'm alright", she insisted, "Please don't worry about me"
Logan raised his eyebrow suspiciously.
"Whatever you say, Ro", he smiled as he kneeled down in front of her.
He began unlacing her boots for her as she leaned back on her hands watching him tend to her. Logan untied each boot gently; she could feel the laces moving through the boot loops slowly as he loosened them from around her long legs.
Logan carefully pulled one boot from one leg and started on the other. His smoky gray eyes drifted up towards her as his warm, yet strong hands caressed her bare skin. Her lids drifted shut....she was completely worn out. Logan continued to remove her other boot, revealing her dainty feet.
His eyes drifted up her body as did his hands over her feet. He decided to tease her a little by running his finger along the sole of her right foot. When she jerked her foot away, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Logan, what are you doing?" she giggled.
"Just keepin' ya awake, darlin'"
Logan rose to his feet and took Ororo's hands in his, bringing her to her feet.
"Thank you Logan. I think I'll take a long bath before I go to sleep".
"I think that's a good idea, Ro"
She didn't move, nor did he. The stood close enough to touch, but neither made a move; only their eyes were locked on each other.
Logan then stepped behind her Ororo and placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them firmly, yet gently. She tilted her head forward slightly and sighed as his hands worked over her tense body. Her body began to relax at the touch of his hands kneading the knots in her shoulders.
Ororo covered his hands with hers, halting his motions. She turned her head to the side but said nothing. She didn't have to say anything. Logan halted his motions and began lightly pushing her towards her bathroom. He flicked on the light and turned Ororo to face him. A small, appreciative smile crossed her face.
"Don't drown in that tub, okay", he joked.
Ororo laughed as he closed the door and exited her room.
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TBC
by Jillian
Notes: I said it before and I'll say it again...college is a bitch. I'm just now getting back to writing. As for my last story, I kinda lost interest in it for a while, but I intend to finish it for all the lovely people who read and reviewed it so far.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters aren't mine. OC character to come, which is all mine damnit.
+++ memories
-------------------------------
With all the strength she had left in her, Ororo slowly and painfully climbed the steps to her room. Her muscles strained and ached with every step, as the mission against the FOH had left her, and the rest of the team, exhausted.
Upon entering her room, Ororo let her flowing black cape fall from her shoulders to the wooden floor. Her chest rose and fell as she stood there drawing in slow breaths, her cape lying in a pool around her black boots. Ororo's normally vibrant blue eyes were now calm, almost weary. Her downcast gaze fell to her bruised and bloody knuckles, and to slight rip in her black uniform around her ribcage.
As she examined her other wounds, echoes of the mission began filtering into her mind.
+++
"Storm, get her outta there as fast as you can!!!" Cyclops yelled through his communicator.
Ororo tore through the building making her escape with a little dark haired girl clutched in her arms. The child clung to the white haired beauty , her eyes wide with terror from the men hot on their heels. Various shots rang out around them, both sustaining cuts and bruises along the dark corridors of the abandoned warehouse.
As Ororo cleared the compound, Rogue, Gambit, and Wolverine covered her getaway. The team regrouped on the Blackbird, all breathing sighs of relief that everyone was safe. Ororo sat in her co-pilots chair next to Cyclops, but her attention kept being diverted to the little girl sleeping in the chair behind her.
She couldn't have been more than seven years old. She had long dark brown hair and medium brown skin, almost the same tone as Ororo's. Ororo recalled the fear she saw in the child's light brown eyes that were filled with tears. She wasn't sure as to the nature of her mutant abilities, but if the FOH had her, it couldn't have been good.
Ororo couldn't pinpoint it, but the girl looked familiar to her. The color of her skin, her hair, and even her light eyes especially seen to haunt her. Logan, who sat directly behind Ororo, noticed her intense gaze on the sleeping child. After a moment, Ororo's eyes darted up to Logan's, whose eyes were already focused on her. She slowly turned back into her seat for the remainder of the flight home.
+++
Ororo stood silent in her room when she heard a small knock at her door. She painfully raised her head and turned to open the door, but stopped when the pain in her legs forbid her to move.
"Come in", she managed to whisper.
Logan poked his head in entered her room when he noticed her weary expression.
"You alright, darlin'?"
"I'm fine, Logan. Although a bit bruised".
A moment passed between them and nothing was said. Logan only stood there, in his jeans and usual flannel shirt, and perused her disheveled state in silence. When he said nothing, Ororo turned her back and limped her way to her bed. A few painful steps later, Ororo slumped down on her bed.
"Logan, is there something you wanted?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were okay. You seemed a bit out of it on the way home"
She noted the aloofness of his stance, yet the concern in his voice gave him away. It was almost as if he didn't want her know he was worried about her.
"Logan I'm fine", she assured him, "It's just..that little girl seemed awfully familiar to me. Is she alright?"
"Oh yeah, Hank checked her out and everyting. Jean and ol' One eye took her home".
Ororo nodded and bent down to unlace her boots. But the sharp pain that shot up her back caused her to cry out suddenly. Logan quickly moved to her side on the bed and placed his hand softly on her shoulder.
"You sure you're alright, darlin'?"
"Yes Logan, I assure you I'm alright", she insisted, "Please don't worry about me"
Logan raised his eyebrow suspiciously.
"Whatever you say, Ro", he smiled as he kneeled down in front of her.
He began unlacing her boots for her as she leaned back on her hands watching him tend to her. Logan untied each boot gently; she could feel the laces moving through the boot loops slowly as he loosened them from around her long legs.
Logan carefully pulled one boot from one leg and started on the other. His smoky gray eyes drifted up towards her as his warm, yet strong hands caressed her bare skin. Her lids drifted shut....she was completely worn out. Logan continued to remove her other boot, revealing her dainty feet.
His eyes drifted up her body as did his hands over her feet. He decided to tease her a little by running his finger along the sole of her right foot. When she jerked her foot away, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Logan, what are you doing?" she giggled.
"Just keepin' ya awake, darlin'"
Logan rose to his feet and took Ororo's hands in his, bringing her to her feet.
"Thank you Logan. I think I'll take a long bath before I go to sleep".
"I think that's a good idea, Ro"
She didn't move, nor did he. The stood close enough to touch, but neither made a move; only their eyes were locked on each other.
Logan then stepped behind her Ororo and placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them firmly, yet gently. She tilted her head forward slightly and sighed as his hands worked over her tense body. Her body began to relax at the touch of his hands kneading the knots in her shoulders.
Ororo covered his hands with hers, halting his motions. She turned her head to the side but said nothing. She didn't have to say anything. Logan halted his motions and began lightly pushing her towards her bathroom. He flicked on the light and turned Ororo to face him. A small, appreciative smile crossed her face.
"Don't drown in that tub, okay", he joked.
Ororo laughed as he closed the door and exited her room.
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TBC