Title: "Midnight Storms"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: R
Summary: They don't know her like he does.
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They think the wildest storms come when she is the angriest. They believe the rain, when it pours down in bucket loads from the sky, are her tears of anguish and depression. But they don't know her like he does. They don't know that when the lightning splits the midnight sky, he's got her in his arms and they're doing wonderful things to each other's bodies. They could never guess that the blasts of thunder that rattle every window in the mansion drowns out her cries of passion and delight, not of sorrow or anger.
They don't know that her lightning makes the night as bright as day when he rains passionate kisses down her smooth, creamy body and slides into the best, and most cherished home, he'll ever know. They don't know that the howling wind whips away their elated screams so that none will hear them riding the storm. They don't know that she chooses to lose control when he's with her, inside of her, claiming her as his as she'll forever be as well as he'll always be hers. They'll never guess that these midnight storms come from passion and love, not from terror or sorrow or fury.
They don't know he's with her and that she never trusts herself to lose control unless he's there with her and only then because she trusts him more than she trusts herself or any one else. They don't know, and that's okay by Logan. He doesn't care rather they know or not. Their secrets do not lessen his love for his wonderful woman nor do they make him shifty around their friends. He looks them directly in their eyes, instead, and grins whenever they mention the storm of the previous night.
He grins, because he knows what they'll never know. He knows what it feels like to hold a hurricane in his arms, to dance in the storm, to fly in thunder, and to make love in lightning. He knows his Ororo better than any one else ever has or will. He knows, too, that he's the luckiest man alive because he has her and these secret, romantic trysts when they become one, and every time they do, as he makes mad, passionate love to her and wishes that this time could last for all the rest of their shared lifetime, he says a little prayer of thanks to his God and her Goddess for he's once more becoming oh so willingly and grandly lost in the Storm he loves.
The End