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Rating: M

This my VERY first venture into Fanfic so please read and leave thoughtful/constructive reviews. Thanks!

Part I

They attempted to keep their budding relationship a secret although they started to fall into a habitual routine. In the evening, as it was approaching twilight time Ororo would leave for her greenhouse to meditate. It was a change in her typically routine that her friend, Rouge found odd a few months back but did not arouse suspicion. After waiting impatiently until it seemed that most of the Xavier Institute had settled in for the night Wolverine would meet her. Candles light the garden, as she waited for him, a book in hand.

"Logan, dear, so glad you can finally see me," she greeted with extended arms. "Sorry to keep you waitin', darlin'. Don't want anyone gettin' nosey," he answered before taking her into his arms, embracing her tightly. It's not that they were ashamed or embarrassed of their growing relationship. On the contrary, she had great difficulty not gushing over her affections for him to Rouge and Jean in moments of girl talk while he had a hard time keeping it casual when they were in the presence of others. It's just that they felt that their bond was so deep and they cherished it so much that it was not for others to view and speculate over.

He lightly kissed the crown of her head then took a moment to take a deep inhale of her snow colored hair. Her hair was scented with herbal shampoo. Her head rested on his broad chest, losing track of the time that passed. With his left had still on the small of her back, he traced the line of her jaw with his right index finger to the tip of her chin and gently tilted it up. He took a moment to look into her blue eyes, his hazel ones causing butterflies to stir in her stomach. She was a grown woman who was dealt with more difficulties than many will ever face and yet he made her feel carefree in his presence. It was the opposite of the restraint she had struggled so long to achieve.

Wolverine then planted a long kiss on top her lips. This kiss caused a slight hum of electricity to charge down from her toes up to her lips, passing through his. She leaned away. Her closed eyes opened, flickering briefly from white and pupil-less to her natural blue to find a smirk on his face. "I love makin' you do that," he purred into her ear before they sat down on cushions she had fashioned into a pallet on the ground.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm protectively around her waist, making small circular motions with his thumb on her hip. He sat there momentarily thinking of how much he cared of her. She was the total package. She was smart, beautiful, full of grace. But most importantly she was patient. She knew he was a man with a dark past that even he was still puzzling over. She was understanding enough to be there for him when he needed someone to listen to him as well as caring enough to help mend any broken pieces of him she could, which for a woman with her own tragedies seemed like amazing strength to him. Being able to open up and care for her had helped heal him some over the time that they confessed their true feelings. He didn't know what a goddess like her saw in a mutt like him but he was grateful for her.

He then felt a swelling in his chest, one he felt lately whenever he thought of her, heard her name mentioned, when he saw the smile she would flash at him that was accompanied with a slight glow of her sepia skin. He ran his fingers through the length of her hair that fell just above her hips. His hand then afterwards settled beneath her chin, thumbing her cheekbone. "'Ro…" he started then paused. He was never that good with words, just wasn't his thing. He never had much use for them before.

Her eyes met his. There was an intensity behind them Storm was unfamiliar with. It made her heart feel like it could leap out of her throat, causing her to attempt to swallow the lump down to no avail. She nodded her head, afraid that if she spoke it would escape her, her eyes never leaving his. "I…" he began then continued, the words needing to be sent free, "My heart belongs to you." A smile slowly spread across her oval face as her eyes shone like sapphire. With both of her delicate hands she held his left hand, placing them on her chest over her heart then held her left hand against his chest. She could feel the heavy, swift paced thuds of his heart against her hand. In a soft tone she replied, "And mine belongs to only you, my dear love." They simultaneously leaned into eachother. Their breath intermingling as their mouths meet with an urgency like never before felt. Passion flowed between them. They experienced a new form of intimacy as they explored eachother's bodies. Logan's hands trembled as his fingertips grazed her smooth skin, heat radiating from it. She yearned for him to touch all of her. Her own fingers clung to his expansive shoulders as their bodies at last united as one. A strong thunderstorm accompanied with powerful winds roared through the night.

The next morning Storm sat at the breakfast table with a cup of tea in hand. Rogue sat down next to her groggily, stirring in two spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee mug as she appraised Storm. "You look like you slept well, Stormy," she said in between yawns. Her southern twang almost made her speech sound like a song. Storm nodded, "Yes, it was quiet peaceful." Rouge shrugged, "I don't know how you did. All that thunderin' and lightin' goin' on. That storm was somethin' fierce." Wolverine then entered the kitchen. "Rouge," he said somewhat curtly. A crease in the corner of his lips occurred, "'Ro." He greeted as he poured his coffee, black. Storm returned the smile and greeting, "Logan," their gaze lingering a moment too long before she turned her attention down at her tea. He exited with his coffee.

Rouge looked from where he left and back to Storm who was sipping her tea. She narrowed her eyes. She brushed a piece of bleached streaked hair away from her face and then dropped her tone to just higher than a whisper. "Last night you and Wolverine didn't…?" She left the rest of her question hanging in air, knowing Storm would know fully what she was insinuating. Storm laughed a little too forcefully. "What makes you say that?" she asked avoiding her questioning gaze. Rouge leaned back in her chair, both hands wrapped around her mug as she answered, "Because Shug, I've noticed how you and ol' Wolvie ac' around eachother for awhile now. Besides, Al Roker didn't say nothin' 'bout no thunderstorms in his forecast."