Title: "Nature's Call"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for nudity and adult sexual references
Summary: Logan awakens in the middle of the night, concerned for his 'Roro.
Warnings: Het, Nudity
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine and Ororo "Storm" Munroe are © & TM Marvel comics, not the author, and are 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.

He was sleeping soundly when a blast of thunder crashed outside so loud and close that it seemed to reverberate throughout the bedroom. Logan's eyes popped open, and he jolted to a sitting position. "Stormy?" He could feel the emptiness in the room and knew she was gone even before he reached out to touch the bed where she had lain when he'd finally dozed off.

"Damn," he muttered, his brow creasing as he wondered where the Hell he'd gone wrong this time. He was just beginning to roll off of the bed when his Goddess walked back into their room with the usual sway of her natural grace making her bare hips all the more alluring. "'Ro?" At the darkening of her cheeks, he prodded again, "What happened, Little Darlin'?"

Ororo threw her gaze around the room, looking anywhere but at her chosen mate. "I . . . Suffice it to say, Logan . . . " She bit her bottom lip, hesitating in coming forward with the information.

He leaned closer to her, her scent already making him hard again despite his growing worry. "What is it, darlin'? Ya can tell me anythin', babe."

"I know, Logan. It's just . . . " She closed her eyes, too embarrassed to continue.

In one swift move, he was in front of her. He pressed one hand to her hip, just underneath the swell of her luscious breasts, while his other hand grasped hers and squeezed her gently. She opened her eyes reluctantly. "What is it? Just tell me. I'll take care of whatever the Hell it is that's upset you."

Her delicate eyebrows rose in surprise. "Can you?"

"'Course I can. You know that, baby. I'll gut 'em. I'll rip off their heads. I'll do whatever ya want me to do to them."

His words caused a smile to tug at her lips, and he looked at her with surprise reflecting in his concerned eyes. "What?" His own eyebrows drew down, and he almost glared at her as she laughed. "What the Hell is it?" he growled.

"Oh, Logan! I'm sorry!" she apologized even as her blue eyes danced and she fought to keep from giggling. "It's just . . . I really do not believe that tearing the toilet to shreds is the answer."

He stared at her, dumbfounded. His mouth hung open, but he was so surprised he couldn't even think of what to say.

She smiled reassuringly at him. "I just had to go to the restroom," Ororo finally admitted, still blushing slightly. "When I sat down . . . " He felt her shiver at the memory. "By the Bright Lady, porcelain is cold in the Winters here!"

Logan stared at the remarkable woman who claimed his heart and soul. She surprised him in some way or another nearly every day, but this . . . This was completely unexpected! He threw back his head in deep laughter, and as they shared their laugh, he picked her up, whirled her around, and laid her back on their bed.

The End