Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: In the eye of the storm, Logan has other thoughts on his mind.
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine, Ororo "Storm" Munroe, and the X-Men are & TM Marvel comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Jack Sparrow is & TM Disney, not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The lightning clashed, and the thunder boomed. He lifted his face to the sky and breathed in the scent of the storm, a smell he had come to love over the years and far more so over the last several months. Rain poured over his face. Cold drops hit him without mercy and ran down his taut muscles, and he relished in the feel with a smile spread so wide that the tips of his elongated teeth gleamed from his dangerous mouth.
The thunder boomed again, sweeping him back to just the night before . . . Or had it been only that morning that they had last made love? He remembered the feel of his beloved against him, the smell of her cocoa skin and hair that reminded him of fresh earth and the storm that now surrounded him. The lightning cut through the sky, and he felt again the fall of her luxurious, silken hair. His fingers arched as though to run through the snow white curtain that he always enjoyed playing with so much.
The thunder roared, and her cries of pleasure and passion came to his ears. He felt her mouth upon his, eagerly demanding all that he could give her. The rising winds caressed his stiffening body, and he could feel both her own fingers as they tried to reach his every hot spot at once and the gentle, cooling breezes she had used to reach those her fingers had been incapable of doing so.
In his mind, she wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper. In reality, the storm grew in power and strength, and his family raced about him, doing their best to hold the ship together and fight off the storm. Wolverine had no interest in fighting the storm. He gave in to the emotions that raked over his body, shooting thrills through to his very core, with a savage howl.
In the very center of the storm, Logan's hands tightened around the wheel and then let it go with a wild spin. He glanced at his son, who was fighting a cable who seemed to be losing the fight with the wind. "TAKE THE WHEEL, SON!" He grabbed a nearby rope and swung upwards, intent on finding the one person who could rein in the storm that raged about them and then sparking a new and far wilder storm all their own.
The End