A/N: I am done procrastinating. I am ready for my second installment to my Ororo/Logan franchise. I am a much seasoned writer than I was when I began so rewrites of my first fanfiction of this paring will happen accordingly. In the meantime, feel free to read 'Mi amor corazon' and get caught up to speed. Enjoy my twisted dark fantasies.

Chapter theme song: 'Impossible' by Shontelle

'I choose me'

It was the last thing I had said to Logan before I left one year ago. I had packed my suitcase before I had even thought about confronting Logan. The beast. I only packed the essentials; leaving my endless collection of Jimmy Choo sling-backs and array of expensive makeup in my walk-in closet and atop my glass vanity. I packed my intimates, grabbed a few shirts, three pairs of slacks, four skirts, a dress, socks, and a tooth brush. Everything else I was going to buy as I went along; seeing as how I grabbed every penny I had in the industrialized safe tucked behind my headboard. I didn't say goodbye to anyone, not even the professor. I just left. I had no direction, no map, nothing. I allowed my broken heart to guide me away from the university and forced myself to not look back; my faint of heart trying to coax me out of my decision of leaving the only home I ever knew. I left…I left.

"You ok, baby?" Warm hands parted my thighs as hardness was positioned before my clothed entrance. The black silk negligee I graced within his presence glistened from the stray chords of moonlight that peaked from behind the satin curtains of our bedroom. His warm, masculine hands began to roam my inner-thighs as small feather like kisses began to trail along the contours of my outer thigh; moving slowly upward into the darkness of my silk lingerie. "You look as if something is on your mind."

I swallowed hard and bit my bottom lip. I gazed into his hazel eyes as they filled the brim with concern and worry. I forced a small smile. "T'Challa, you worry too much baby." I leaned forward to kiss him, my silver tendrils cloaking my exposed breasts and part of my face. He enjoyed when I did that. He said it made me look…sensual. "I'm fine."

"I know you better than this, Ororo." He returned the kiss, daring not to deepen it in an effort to not start what we may not be able to finish. "Something is on your mind."

"It's nothing."

"Bull crap and you know it, Ro." T'Challa hated to swear and only swore when he was in a fit of rage. "Spill it."

Sighing, I ran a small patch of my hair behind my ear and eyed my husband. "I keep thinking about…well…"

"You want to go back don't you?" his voice trailed off like a sad song before he looked away onto anything but me. He took in a breath and ran a single hand over his freshly cut hair. "Ro…"

"I have a life with you, T'Challa." I maneuvered myself into his lap and forced him to look at me; grabbing his baby smooth face. "You are my husband."

"I understand that, Ororo but I can tell you hate it here."

"I do not!" I shot back defensively. "It's just different as all. Europe is not exactly like the states, babe."

"So you are content in staying here?"

I nodded, smiling. I gave him a small peck on the lips before pushing him against our never ending fortress of pillows. T'Challa has an obsession with pillows and insisted we buy as many as we could during the IKEA semi-annual sale. Silently, I got atop of my beloved and moved my hair back to expose my pert mounds. I could see him get that ravenous look in his eye as he began to claw at that sensitive spot in the crook of my back he knew drove me wild; becoming my own signature Black Panther. I moaned and began to unbutton the remaining loose buttons of his night shirt, exposing his midnight flesh and toned stomach.

"You sure, Ro?"

"About this?" I placed a heated kiss upon his lips before I ended up tearing the damned shirt open. "Yes. I want this."

He chuckled deeply before removing me. I shot him a quizzical glare. "I meant about being here, in London."

"Yes…I am."

"Would you want to go visit Professor Xavier?"

I perked up at the thought. I hadn't seen the only man I considered to be my father in over a year. So much has happened since then. For starters I was now married and apart of the X-men in the UK. I'm sure he knew about that part, but highly doubtful of the marriage one. He had tried to get in contact me with telepathically but I was one of the only few mutants he had shown how to block his messages; so I did. It wasn't out of spite, I just needed time. Time to be by myself. Thinking about seeing the professor again made my heart elated. I could not help but wonder how things have changed since I left. Did kitty and Kirk ever hook up? Did Rogue perfect control of her powers? How…Logan was doing? So many unanswered questions that I simply needed to know. I looked at T'Challa and nodded. I knew me going back to the university was his worst fear realized. He knew he had found me at my most vulnerable of times but always loathed the moment this day would come.

I watched him swallow. "Then go."

"T'Challa…"

"Go, Ororo." He spoke again, this time with more bass in his voice. "I will buy you a plane ticket first thing in the morning for the next flight back to the states. You can go visit the professor and the rest of your family for a few days."

Small tears began to trail down my face as I embraced my husband in a tight hug. I began weeping onto his hardened chest as he placed small butterfly kisses upon my forehead. "Thank you."

"I'm trusting you, Ororo."

I looked at T'Challa and kissed him passionately. "My home and my heart is with you, T'Challa. If I leave tomorrow, I will be back by the weekend at best. I just want to see the professor and check on the only home I knew before this one."

He smiled and ran the bed of his thumb against the tender softness of my check, rubbing away the stray trails of tears. "Then you must go. " He placed his other hand behind me, cupping my amble backside and bringing my taut body closer to his hard one I felt a familiar sensation ignite inside of me. We shared another kiss. "But not before I give you a 'Safe Travels' present."

"Oh?" he nodded before flipping me over, placing me against the endless assortment of silk and satin cream kissed pillows. "And what might that be?"

"A baby."