Title: Everything and Nothing
Author: Thelahdi
Rating: PG-13
Date: 6-30-04
Pairing: Ororo/Logan
Part 1/1
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men, 20th Century Fox, or Marvel
Comics. I only wrote this story for fun, there is no profit involved
and the only thing I should get from it is feedback. (Hopefully)
Author notes: This takes place in the movie verse after X2. And I
have to say that I've never written any Xmen fan fic before, but I
have read tons of stories, books and watched both movies about 500
times.
Summary: Just more on the same theme of Logan getting interested in
Ororo with a bit of a twist. There was no beta, so if you catch any
mistakes let me know. I haven't read all the RoLo stories out there
so I don't know if this hasn't been done before. If I step on any
toes, again let me know. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy.
Everything and Nothing
Logan stepped out onto the veranda and into a warm summer night. The
air was clear of clouds washed clean by a pouring rain earlier that
evening, accompanied by a light breeze that ruffled his hair and
caressed his skin, whisper soft. It was a beautiful night. He
breathed in deeply; savoring the fragrant combination of fresh
greenery, night blooming flowers and water soaked earth, then brought
a cigar to his mouth and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he sighed with
satisfaction, watching the stars beyond through a cloud of exhaled
smoke.
He took a moment to reflect on how his life had changed so
drastically in such a short time. Who would have thought that
he, Wolverine' would be living at a school no less? Playing host and
teacher to a bunch of fledgling mutants and fighting injustice for
all their kind. When he had awakened in the subterranean lab of the
school in upstate New York, it brought back memories of other labs,
more sinister and deadly. But this place had turned out to be a
haven. Only fate could have landed him here. Trusting Xavier was a
large part of him continuing to stay. It wasn't the life he would
have chosen for himself, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it
suited him. All in all life was good. Something his hadn't been for
a long, long time.
He had known for some time that he had to stop running. Stay in one
place long enough to think things through and find some answers about
his past. A past that was hidden from him, even though he had lived
it.
His current state of complacency made him think of Jean. He was
surprised to find it didn't hurt as much as he thought it might. He
had been enamored of her in the beginning. But that longing had
turned out to be a hollow thing. After her death he realized you
can't truly grieve over what you never had or what might have been.
Of course he had wanted her and she had wanted him too, but she had
loved Scott. And that had been the defining factor of
his relationship' with her.
The wind shifted slightly and brought with it a new scent. He looked
up and spotted Ororo, flying in lazy circles above the tree tops.
She was dressed in a white shift that matched her hair and clung to
the curves of her body where the wind held her aloft. With arms
outstretched and her head thrown back in total abandon, she looked
like the goddess she was believed to be, not so long ago. Even from
a distance he could see she was enjoying herself thoroughly.
Smiling, not politely as he'd seen her do often enough. No, this was
the self satisfied expression of a woman letting go, a woman totally
in thrall of her surroundings. A woman aroused. She was
breathtaking. He'd suspected this side of her existed, but he had
never believed he would be witness to it. It was fascinating.
At first encounter Ororo appeared very self-possessed and controlled.
However, he'd had the opportunity to observe her over the past couple
of months and had only seen glimpses of the real Ororo beneath the
calm exterior. It had piqued his interest and he always wondered
what it would be like to see more.
He had seen her warmth, compassion and patience with the children.
Evidence of that could be found in the gentle manner in which she
coaxed them into learning their lessons, or accepting their mutant
abilities. And when it was called for she was totally professional
in her demeanor and bearing. During training or a fight she could be
as fierce and deadly as any of the foes they had faced. She'd even
displayed a good sense of humor. Dry, light and well hidden with
people she didn't know.
But her had never seen her so unguarded and free. He smiled slyly;
this was too good an opportunity to let pass. At first chance he
would find a way to tease her about it.
Suddenly she swooped down low over his head before rising sharply to
land on the roof and enter the house through her attic window.
A beer would finish off that cigar quite nicely he thought. He
smiled to himself at the thought of his hidden cache of beer. He
hoped Charles wouldn't find out about it. Oh who am I kidding? He
chuckled to himself softly. He probably knows all about it. I
should probably be worried about the kids finding it. Xavier's
school had more than its fair share of teens and he certainly didn't
want to be responsible for the corruption of any of them.
Carefully he tamped out the butt he was smoking and headed back
inside the house. Without conscious thought Logan walked slowly
through the silent mansion towards the kitchen. For some reason he
always seemed to end up there late at night.
XXX
He heard her just before she entered the kitchen and turned on his
chair to acknowledge her presence. Ororo strolled in humming softly
to herself still wearing a self satisfied expression. She had donned a belted silk robe and pulled her hair back. He was surprised
to find himself disappointed. It had looked so nice in windblown
disarray.
She caught sight of him and slowly her controlled persona tried to
manifest itself by degrees, but for some reason she failed to
completely revert to that state.
"Logan? I thought that was you." Even her voice was different
tonight. Low and smooth with a subtle texture he'd recognize even if
she wasn't moving about like a woman aroused. She moved gracefully to
the refrigerator and removed a pitcher before turning to rummage
through the cabinet for a glass. Pouring a generous helping she
replaced the pitcher and moved to take at seat at the table.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." He gestured with his beer bottle to the empty seat
across from him. He could smell the fresh air that enveloped her
person like an article of clothing. It didn't cover her natural
scent, only enhanced it. So she wouldn't suspect what he was doing,
he drew in the fragrance slowly so as to savor it on his tongue. It
was heady odor, both fresh and earthy and he found his body
responding to it, despite himself.
"This isn't the first time I've seen you roaming around at night
Logan. Don't you ever sleep?" Her tone was more comforting than
curious and he dropped all intentions of teasing her right away.
"I try, but I don't always succeed."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not your fault. So what are you doing up?" There was a
definite spark in the air. Whether is from her attitude or his
curiosity he wasn't sure, but it felt good.
"Nothing really, just a little light meditation and some juice before
bed."
"Is that what you call it?'
"Excuse me?"
"I saw your little nocturnal flight. You do that often?"
"So that was you watching me. She shrugged lightly. It's just so
nice out tonight I couldn't let the weather go to waste."
"Oh and are you responsible for the wonderful weather we're having
right now?"
"No, but just because I can't take the credit doesn't mean I can't
take advantage."
"Well you looked like you were really enjoying yourself."
"I was," she said simply.
"So what do you think about when you're up there?"
"I try not to think when I'm up there', as you put it."
"Don't want to tell me do ya? If she could flirt, then so could he.
Throwing all caution to the wind he decided to bait her just a
little. What do you feel when you're up there'?"
Her expression grew secret and knowing all at the same time and he
was afraid she wouldn't answer, but when she did it wasn't what he
expected to hear.
"Everything and nothing."
"Isn't that a contradiction, not to mention a little vague?"
"It's like...I can't really describe it. Ororo stopped to take a sip
of juice and her smile widened slyly. "I could show you."
"Show me? He was taken aback by that suggestion, but recovered
quickly. You mean take me flying."
"It's not actually flying it's more like wind riding."
"Wind riding."
"Technically yes. I don't defy gravity so much as I'm held aloft by
wind. Are you going to answer everything I say with a question or
are you going to try it?"
Logan had never considered the fact that he could go flying. He knew
lots of mutants had the ability, but it wasn't one he was capable
of. Truth be told he'd often wondered what it would be like.
"You're not afraid are you?"
"Me afraid, you must be kidding."
You do trust me don't you?"
"Yes I..."
"Then let's go"
And rising swiftly from her chair she turned on her heel exiting the
kitchen leaving him to catch up with her.
XXX
Logan followed Ororo down the hall through the study and out onto the
same veranda he'd vacated a short time ago. Once outside she slipped
out of her robe and carelessly tossed it over one of the lounge
chairs. Clad only in her silky shift he had seen before, Ororo faced
him a small smiled playing at the corner of her lips. If he didn't
know better he would almost think she was laughing at him. Shaking
his head in amusement at his folly, he almost lost his nerve, but he
couldn't let her know that now.
A breeze sprang up unexpectedly and for one brief moment he thought
she meant to take him up with no preparation. But just as quickly as
it came, it dissipated and he chastised himself for his
apprehension. It must have shown on his face because she laughed
lightly. A throaty smooth sound.
"That wasn't me."
"That's not what I was thinking." He replied without conviction.
"Logan, she began softly, we won't leave until you're ready."
"Don't you need to hold my hand or something, he asked, stalling for
time.
This time a genuine warm smile crossed her face. "Only if you want me
to."
He nodded not trusting himself to speak, offered his hand and she
took it. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever
touched her. The skin of her hands was smooth, soft. The bones
beneath thin and delicate. He was amazed at the contrast between
feel and action; because he had seen the same hands summon lightning
bolts and redirect them with stunning accuracy and crushing force.
It made him wonder if she were to touch him elsewhere would he feel
the same combination of softness and strength. The intriguing image
sent a small frisson of desire down his limbs. So intent was he on
the tantalizing idea, that he almost missed her soft voice.
"Logan, are you ready?"
"Yes."
Slowly they began a vertical rise. The sensation akin to leaning
into a fierce wind when you know you can't fall. Only this was more
controlled and secure. There was none of the disorientation he
expected to feel when the earth receded gently. He felt completely
safe and...free. It was as if he was a universe unto himself not
anchored to the earth by any physical means but the woman beside
him. She herself seemed a part of the elements, sultry and yet at
ease. Just floating serenely in space under her own power.
"I want her." He thought with a jolt of understanding. Since when?
Since... just ever since. And now that he knew that, he didn't think
the feeling would leave anytime soon.
"Do you want to go higher?'
Again her voice broke into his thoughts and he looked into her eyes
and saw the same hint of wantonness he'd noticed earlier.
He smiled broadly now, totally unafraid. "Yes please."
And so they rose higher until they were above the roof and gently
moved over the trees that surrounded the house.
Logan felt as light as the winds that carried him and looked down at
the ground then up at the stars splashed across the vastness of space
and realized he was no longer a slave to gravity. He felt that he
could encompass the whole of it with outstretched arms if he tried.
Now he knew what she meant by everything and nothing. Simple words
that so adequately described this profound sensation.
"Now that you've tried higher, are you ready to try faster?" Without
waiting for his acknowledgment they took off like a shot in a wide
sweeping arc that encompassed the mansion and all of the school
grounds.
His breath caught in his throat because the sensation was
exhilarating, intoxicating, and powerful. Almost sexual and he began
to understand the total abandon he'd seen on her face. This feeling
of freedom was...seductive. She swept him along with her in ever
tightening circles decreasing speed until they were once again
hovering over their initial launch point.
"I'm taking us down now." She said and again he experienced no
disorientation that normally comes with rapid descent. Lower and
lower, until their feet touched the veranda once again. He realized
he was still holding her hand and was loathe to let go. But he had
no choice as she disengaged her fingers and went to retrieve the robe
from the lounge chair where she had left it.
His eyes followed the curves of her sleek form and he turned to rest
his hands on the railing so she wouldn't see what he was thinking.
He imagined popping his claws and slicing her clothes off with
relish. Touching, tasting her flesh, anything to see that look on
her face again. The total surrender to her sensual nature. And
after what they had just experienced he had to admit it would give
him great pleasure to be the source of that surrender.
"Logan." A soft voice and a warm hand on his arm snapped him out of
his erotic reverie.
"Uh sorry I was just lost in thought there for a moment. What did
you say?"
"I said I hope you had a good time."
"It was unique, that's for damn sure."
Their eyes locked for a moment before he had to look away.
"I'll see you in the morning; I'm going to bed now." She said giving
his arm a light squeeze.
He looked at her then, drinking in the beautiful features and
reveling in their shared experience. I'm going to bed now.' Those
words echoed in his head having taken on a whole new meaning and he
couldn't help but think they should be followed by "would you like to
join me?"
She smiled again giving his arm another light squeeze, cocked her
head and winked at him then turned swiftly and entering the house
through conventional methods.
"Let me know when you want to do that again, I'm here." she tossed
over her shoulder. There was no mistaking the meaning behind her
words.
The sly witch, he thought. Not hesitating for a moment, Logan
turned and followed her into the house.
The End
Author: Thelahdi
Rating: PG-13
Date: 6-30-04
Pairing: Ororo/Logan
Part 1/1
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-men, 20th Century Fox, or Marvel
Comics. I only wrote this story for fun, there is no profit involved
and the only thing I should get from it is feedback. (Hopefully)
Author notes: This takes place in the movie verse after X2. And I
have to say that I've never written any Xmen fan fic before, but I
have read tons of stories, books and watched both movies about 500
times.
Summary: Just more on the same theme of Logan getting interested in
Ororo with a bit of a twist. There was no beta, so if you catch any
mistakes let me know. I haven't read all the RoLo stories out there
so I don't know if this hasn't been done before. If I step on any
toes, again let me know. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy.
Everything and Nothing
Logan stepped out onto the veranda and into a warm summer night. The
air was clear of clouds washed clean by a pouring rain earlier that
evening, accompanied by a light breeze that ruffled his hair and
caressed his skin, whisper soft. It was a beautiful night. He
breathed in deeply; savoring the fragrant combination of fresh
greenery, night blooming flowers and water soaked earth, then brought
a cigar to his mouth and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he sighed with
satisfaction, watching the stars beyond through a cloud of exhaled
smoke.
He took a moment to reflect on how his life had changed so
drastically in such a short time. Who would have thought that
he, Wolverine' would be living at a school no less? Playing host and
teacher to a bunch of fledgling mutants and fighting injustice for
all their kind. When he had awakened in the subterranean lab of the
school in upstate New York, it brought back memories of other labs,
more sinister and deadly. But this place had turned out to be a
haven. Only fate could have landed him here. Trusting Xavier was a
large part of him continuing to stay. It wasn't the life he would
have chosen for himself, but he was pleasantly surprised to find it
suited him. All in all life was good. Something his hadn't been for
a long, long time.
He had known for some time that he had to stop running. Stay in one
place long enough to think things through and find some answers about
his past. A past that was hidden from him, even though he had lived
it.
His current state of complacency made him think of Jean. He was
surprised to find it didn't hurt as much as he thought it might. He
had been enamored of her in the beginning. But that longing had
turned out to be a hollow thing. After her death he realized you
can't truly grieve over what you never had or what might have been.
Of course he had wanted her and she had wanted him too, but she had
loved Scott. And that had been the defining factor of
his relationship' with her.
The wind shifted slightly and brought with it a new scent. He looked
up and spotted Ororo, flying in lazy circles above the tree tops.
She was dressed in a white shift that matched her hair and clung to
the curves of her body where the wind held her aloft. With arms
outstretched and her head thrown back in total abandon, she looked
like the goddess she was believed to be, not so long ago. Even from
a distance he could see she was enjoying herself thoroughly.
Smiling, not politely as he'd seen her do often enough. No, this was
the self satisfied expression of a woman letting go, a woman totally
in thrall of her surroundings. A woman aroused. She was
breathtaking. He'd suspected this side of her existed, but he had
never believed he would be witness to it. It was fascinating.
At first encounter Ororo appeared very self-possessed and controlled.
However, he'd had the opportunity to observe her over the past couple
of months and had only seen glimpses of the real Ororo beneath the
calm exterior. It had piqued his interest and he always wondered
what it would be like to see more.
He had seen her warmth, compassion and patience with the children.
Evidence of that could be found in the gentle manner in which she
coaxed them into learning their lessons, or accepting their mutant
abilities. And when it was called for she was totally professional
in her demeanor and bearing. During training or a fight she could be
as fierce and deadly as any of the foes they had faced. She'd even
displayed a good sense of humor. Dry, light and well hidden with
people she didn't know.
But her had never seen her so unguarded and free. He smiled slyly;
this was too good an opportunity to let pass. At first chance he
would find a way to tease her about it.
Suddenly she swooped down low over his head before rising sharply to
land on the roof and enter the house through her attic window.
A beer would finish off that cigar quite nicely he thought. He
smiled to himself at the thought of his hidden cache of beer. He
hoped Charles wouldn't find out about it. Oh who am I kidding? He
chuckled to himself softly. He probably knows all about it. I
should probably be worried about the kids finding it. Xavier's
school had more than its fair share of teens and he certainly didn't
want to be responsible for the corruption of any of them.
Carefully he tamped out the butt he was smoking and headed back
inside the house. Without conscious thought Logan walked slowly
through the silent mansion towards the kitchen. For some reason he
always seemed to end up there late at night.
XXX
He heard her just before she entered the kitchen and turned on his
chair to acknowledge her presence. Ororo strolled in humming softly
to herself still wearing a self satisfied expression. She had donned a belted silk robe and pulled her hair back. He was surprised
to find himself disappointed. It had looked so nice in windblown
disarray.
She caught sight of him and slowly her controlled persona tried to
manifest itself by degrees, but for some reason she failed to
completely revert to that state.
"Logan? I thought that was you." Even her voice was different
tonight. Low and smooth with a subtle texture he'd recognize even if
she wasn't moving about like a woman aroused. She moved gracefully to
the refrigerator and removed a pitcher before turning to rummage
through the cabinet for a glass. Pouring a generous helping she
replaced the pitcher and moved to take at seat at the table.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." He gestured with his beer bottle to the empty seat
across from him. He could smell the fresh air that enveloped her
person like an article of clothing. It didn't cover her natural
scent, only enhanced it. So she wouldn't suspect what he was doing,
he drew in the fragrance slowly so as to savor it on his tongue. It
was heady odor, both fresh and earthy and he found his body
responding to it, despite himself.
"This isn't the first time I've seen you roaming around at night
Logan. Don't you ever sleep?" Her tone was more comforting than
curious and he dropped all intentions of teasing her right away.
"I try, but I don't always succeed."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not your fault. So what are you doing up?" There was a
definite spark in the air. Whether is from her attitude or his
curiosity he wasn't sure, but it felt good.
"Nothing really, just a little light meditation and some juice before
bed."
"Is that what you call it?'
"Excuse me?"
"I saw your little nocturnal flight. You do that often?"
"So that was you watching me. She shrugged lightly. It's just so
nice out tonight I couldn't let the weather go to waste."
"Oh and are you responsible for the wonderful weather we're having
right now?"
"No, but just because I can't take the credit doesn't mean I can't
take advantage."
"Well you looked like you were really enjoying yourself."
"I was," she said simply.
"So what do you think about when you're up there?"
"I try not to think when I'm up there', as you put it."
"Don't want to tell me do ya? If she could flirt, then so could he.
Throwing all caution to the wind he decided to bait her just a
little. What do you feel when you're up there'?"
Her expression grew secret and knowing all at the same time and he
was afraid she wouldn't answer, but when she did it wasn't what he
expected to hear.
"Everything and nothing."
"Isn't that a contradiction, not to mention a little vague?"
"It's like...I can't really describe it. Ororo stopped to take a sip
of juice and her smile widened slyly. "I could show you."
"Show me? He was taken aback by that suggestion, but recovered
quickly. You mean take me flying."
"It's not actually flying it's more like wind riding."
"Wind riding."
"Technically yes. I don't defy gravity so much as I'm held aloft by
wind. Are you going to answer everything I say with a question or
are you going to try it?"
Logan had never considered the fact that he could go flying. He knew
lots of mutants had the ability, but it wasn't one he was capable
of. Truth be told he'd often wondered what it would be like.
"You're not afraid are you?"
"Me afraid, you must be kidding."
You do trust me don't you?"
"Yes I..."
"Then let's go"
And rising swiftly from her chair she turned on her heel exiting the
kitchen leaving him to catch up with her.
XXX
Logan followed Ororo down the hall through the study and out onto the
same veranda he'd vacated a short time ago. Once outside she slipped
out of her robe and carelessly tossed it over one of the lounge
chairs. Clad only in her silky shift he had seen before, Ororo faced
him a small smiled playing at the corner of her lips. If he didn't
know better he would almost think she was laughing at him. Shaking
his head in amusement at his folly, he almost lost his nerve, but he
couldn't let her know that now.
A breeze sprang up unexpectedly and for one brief moment he thought
she meant to take him up with no preparation. But just as quickly as
it came, it dissipated and he chastised himself for his
apprehension. It must have shown on his face because she laughed
lightly. A throaty smooth sound.
"That wasn't me."
"That's not what I was thinking." He replied without conviction.
"Logan, she began softly, we won't leave until you're ready."
"Don't you need to hold my hand or something, he asked, stalling for
time.
This time a genuine warm smile crossed her face. "Only if you want me
to."
He nodded not trusting himself to speak, offered his hand and she
took it. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had ever
touched her. The skin of her hands was smooth, soft. The bones
beneath thin and delicate. He was amazed at the contrast between
feel and action; because he had seen the same hands summon lightning
bolts and redirect them with stunning accuracy and crushing force.
It made him wonder if she were to touch him elsewhere would he feel
the same combination of softness and strength. The intriguing image
sent a small frisson of desire down his limbs. So intent was he on
the tantalizing idea, that he almost missed her soft voice.
"Logan, are you ready?"
"Yes."
Slowly they began a vertical rise. The sensation akin to leaning
into a fierce wind when you know you can't fall. Only this was more
controlled and secure. There was none of the disorientation he
expected to feel when the earth receded gently. He felt completely
safe and...free. It was as if he was a universe unto himself not
anchored to the earth by any physical means but the woman beside
him. She herself seemed a part of the elements, sultry and yet at
ease. Just floating serenely in space under her own power.
"I want her." He thought with a jolt of understanding. Since when?
Since... just ever since. And now that he knew that, he didn't think
the feeling would leave anytime soon.
"Do you want to go higher?'
Again her voice broke into his thoughts and he looked into her eyes
and saw the same hint of wantonness he'd noticed earlier.
He smiled broadly now, totally unafraid. "Yes please."
And so they rose higher until they were above the roof and gently
moved over the trees that surrounded the house.
Logan felt as light as the winds that carried him and looked down at
the ground then up at the stars splashed across the vastness of space
and realized he was no longer a slave to gravity. He felt that he
could encompass the whole of it with outstretched arms if he tried.
Now he knew what she meant by everything and nothing. Simple words
that so adequately described this profound sensation.
"Now that you've tried higher, are you ready to try faster?" Without
waiting for his acknowledgment they took off like a shot in a wide
sweeping arc that encompassed the mansion and all of the school
grounds.
His breath caught in his throat because the sensation was
exhilarating, intoxicating, and powerful. Almost sexual and he began
to understand the total abandon he'd seen on her face. This feeling
of freedom was...seductive. She swept him along with her in ever
tightening circles decreasing speed until they were once again
hovering over their initial launch point.
"I'm taking us down now." She said and again he experienced no
disorientation that normally comes with rapid descent. Lower and
lower, until their feet touched the veranda once again. He realized
he was still holding her hand and was loathe to let go. But he had
no choice as she disengaged her fingers and went to retrieve the robe
from the lounge chair where she had left it.
His eyes followed the curves of her sleek form and he turned to rest
his hands on the railing so she wouldn't see what he was thinking.
He imagined popping his claws and slicing her clothes off with
relish. Touching, tasting her flesh, anything to see that look on
her face again. The total surrender to her sensual nature. And
after what they had just experienced he had to admit it would give
him great pleasure to be the source of that surrender.
"Logan." A soft voice and a warm hand on his arm snapped him out of
his erotic reverie.
"Uh sorry I was just lost in thought there for a moment. What did
you say?"
"I said I hope you had a good time."
"It was unique, that's for damn sure."
Their eyes locked for a moment before he had to look away.
"I'll see you in the morning; I'm going to bed now." She said giving
his arm a light squeeze.
He looked at her then, drinking in the beautiful features and
reveling in their shared experience. I'm going to bed now.' Those
words echoed in his head having taken on a whole new meaning and he
couldn't help but think they should be followed by "would you like to
join me?"
She smiled again giving his arm another light squeeze, cocked her
head and winked at him then turned swiftly and entering the house
through conventional methods.
"Let me know when you want to do that again, I'm here." she tossed
over her shoulder. There was no mistaking the meaning behind her
words.
The sly witch, he thought. Not hesitating for a moment, Logan
turned and followed her into the house.
The End