A/N: Events in this story directly tie into the fic "The enemy within" meaning this bit of fiction will make more sense to those who have read it. Not that I'm trying to solicit people to read my work…

This is set in the X-Men Movie verse taking into account the first three movies with some pieces of "Origins" nothing from "First Class"

Enjoy and review!

-Xavier's Institute for Higher Learning, Recovery room-

"Shit!" I mutter as my legs again give out for the second time today.

"That is obviously your influence coming out, Logan." Scott muses as he helps me to my feet. The love of my life, simply smirks at the Cyclops with a bit of pride before snarling:

"Shove it up your ass, One-Eye…" A harsh as his words are, they have none of the bite that used to accompany his usual interactions with Scott. In fact, it sounds almost playful coming from him. I suppose now that the two of them are no longer vying for the affections of the same woman, most of the venom has faded from their relationship.

Once on my feet, I eagerly rest in the strong arms of my love, reveling the feel of his muscles against my body. Of course, being close to him causes the same reaction every time. A reaction his enhanced senses pick up on right away.

"Easy darlin' there's company about…" He whispers in his rough baritone, forcing a ripple of desire to run through me. Fresh out of a week long coma and all I can think about is begging this man to ravage me until I lose my voice.

"I cannot help it…" I whisper back, my lips dangerously close to his ear. "You have only yourself to blame for the way I am…"

Once I'm steady enough to stand on my own, he takes a step back and looks at me. I'm instantly aware of how homely I must look; dressed in jeans and a ratty old t-shirt. Hair pulled back into a nappy ponytail. I send a look over to Jean and communicate my distress.

"Okay boys," Jean announces picking up on my cue. "Show's over, why don't you two start working on lunch? You promised the kids Barbeque today. "

To my delight both men do not protest as the begin to move from the recovery room which has been my home for the last two days. Of course, Logan has never been one to leave quietly and in an instant I am back in his arms as his lips overpower mine. A passionate moan escapes my lips before I can suppress it causing both Scott and Jean to look away blushing.

When he finishes with my lips he kisses my forehead sweetly before pressing his head to mine. "Anything in particular you want…?"

"I'm sure I have a list somewhere…" I whisper hungrily.

"I meant for lunch, darlin'" Logan chuckles, planting a soft kiss on my nose. It's an extremely tender gesture from a man not known for it.

"As did I…" I add, wondering if he knows what his gentility does to me. "But I trust you to give me exactly what I need…" The look that comes over Logan's face lets me know that had it not been for Jean and Scott still being in the room he would have taken me there.

And as much as it shames me to admit, I didn't care if they stayed to watch or not…

XXXX

"I do believe that Wolverine is bringing out the naughty Ororo!" Jean teases as she brushes my hair. It was so good having my sister back.

And now that the Sentinels were done away with and our three telepaths had wiped the minds of the humans out to harm us, I could finally enjoy having her back.

"As if Scott doesn't have the same effect on you…" I counter with a laugh. Despite his stern, almost military demeanor on the battle field, Scott was absolute terror in the bedroom. Jean had been quite pleased to share some of their encounters with me.

Sometimes during mission briefings, in front of the Professor.

The memory makes me laugh sadly, realizing that the man that had pretty much raised me was still gone. If Scott and Jean were still around maybe Xavier was too?

"There! All finished!" Jean announces happily, handing me a mirror. She sees me attempting to stand and comes to my side immediately. "You have got to stop pushing yourself so hard Ororo, give your body time to heal…"

I shake my head stubbornly and make it to my feet. "I am fine. Nothing a little barbeque can't fix…"

Jean places her hands on her hips and smiles knowingly. "I have a feeling you have a completely different type of meat in mind to satisfy your appetite."

A few months ago that sort of crass comment would have embarrassed me, but the only thing I feel is agreement. That man has completely ruined me.

"How are you feeling, Wind Rider?"

"I am fine, Maker… I did not think you would still be here…" It's strange seeming him now, knowing how in love we once were, but feeling nothing for him. As if we never were.

"I'm still working on a way to help Jeremy get control of his abilities, plus Bobby has as of yet been able to switch to human form so… I guess I'll be around for a while…" Jean looks at the two of us and decides to make an exit for herself.

"I'll go make you a plate Ororo," Jean turns to leave.

"I plan on coming up to get it, Jean so do not bother bringing it down." I warn defiantly. I can no longer stand being confined down here; the air is stale and the lighting is unnatural. No place for a child of nature.

Forge chuckles as Jean leaves. "Still as stubborn as ever…"

I can't help but smirk. "Of course, some things never change…"

"Apparently some things do though…" He admits sadly. I can tell he is speaking of Logan and I. It must have been hard on him to see that not only is everyone holding a grudge against him, but that I am no longer in love with him either. I feel sad for him.

"Naize…"

He holds up his hand and shakes his head. "I had no right to expect you to feel the same way I do. The way I left… it was cruel and you have every right to be happy." He hugs me tightly, but briefly and smiles at me when we break apart. "Even if it is with… him."

I playfully hit him in the arm. "Do not ruin a genuinely human moment by reverting to type…" I'm proud of him for taking the mature route and not continuing to compete with Logan for my affections.

He'll definitely live a lot longer because of his choice…

-Picnic Area-

Forge helps me out onto the patio and I instantly lift my head to the autumn sky. There will not be too many more sunny days like these to come. I can already sense a cold front beginning to make it's way here. Even now everyone has abandoned shorts for jeans and t-shirts for hoodies.

Kitty is the first to notice me and rushes over to hug me. Most of my students were aware I had awakened, but Forge and Beast kept all visitors out. This is their first opportunity to welcome me back.

"Hello, Kitten," I return the young girls embrace as the other students begin crowding me. They each take their turn to offer a warm greeting but my eyes are fixed on the stocky figure searing steaks at the grill. He offers me a wink and a smile, as if to say enjoy it. So I do.

"I'm glad to see you're up and about…"

The son of my beloved gives me an unexpected hug, stepping back to allow his girlfriend, Rachel to do the same. He obviously notes the surprise in my face and chuckles that same cocky laugh of his.

"You don't plan on playing the role of evil step mom do you?" His tone is slightly mocking, but his smile is warm and genuine. Whatever ill feelings that existed between us he appears willing to leave in the past.

"Not at all Aaron," I return, taking the opportunity to hug him again, while whispering. "I can easily just sic your father on you if you get out of line…"

"Please." Aaron scoffs. "I can take that old man any day of the week…"

Both Rachel and I burst into laughter as Logan takes the boy into a headlock. It's obvious that Aaron likely sensed his father's presence even before we did, but he makes no effort to avoid the hold. It seems Aaron enjoys being a son, more than he enjoys being a jerk.

Logan releases Aaron and Aaron puts on an unconvincing angry glare. "You win this round… old man…"

Rachel walks away with him pausing only to smile back at me, I've never seen her so happy before.

"How are you feeling darlin'?"

I roll my eyes heavenward before answering. "If one more person asks me that-!"

"Easy, Kuchochea moja…" He holds his hands up in surrender.

"Since when do you speak Swahili?" I ask in surprise.

Logan simply shrugs the way he always does when he wants to downplay the amazing things he does. "I know a few phrases…"

Overcome with emotion I pull him into my arms and kiss him. His lips this time are soft and yielding, allowing me to dominate. When I poke my tongue into his mouth, his envelops mine and I can taste the faint flavor of whiskey. My fingers dig into his shirt looking to find a patch of skin I can touch and my leg involuntarily hooks around his, drawing our pelvis' closer.

It takes the loud throat clearing of several adults and a few students before I realize how close I came to throwing him to ground and claiming him. Logan brought that side of me out; the wild uncontrollable side that never wanted to wear clothes and slept in the wet grass. The side of me that always burned just below the surface.

"Sorry…" I announce to the crowd of red faced onlookers.

"I'm not…" Logan counters, squeezing my hand lightly before leading me to a table.

The rest of lunch goes by as expected.

Forge and Beast get into a complicated debate over the use of perpetual energy that no one can follow. Alison drags Betsy into a discussion about the singing abilities of Adele while Jean and Rachel make plans to go into the city for a shopping spree. Aaron, Roberto, Sam and Bobby all debate a recent botched call in a hockey game which causes Logan to offer his two cents. By all accounts it is a normal gathering of friends, but I notice that Vanessa seems to be on the outside.

With effort I make my way over to her and sit down. She eyes me warily before poking her food.

"Are you all right child?" Although she came to this school under false pretenses, she was not fully aware of the dangers of her actions. It would take time, but I hope eventually she will become one of us.

"Yeah… it's just… well you guys all know each other… kinda don't fit in here…"

"You never will," I answer placing a hand on her shoulder. "Unless you decide that you want to."

"Why… why are you guys so willing to forgive me…?" She asks turning to face me, her blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

"Perhaps because none of our hands are exactly clean, child." I answer looking around the table. "All of us have knowingly and unknowingly caused people harm… what right have we to judge you?"

Vanessa seems to be considering my words until her gaze falls on Marie; the girl she replaced. "She does more than judge me," Vanessa counters bitterly. "She condemns me, and would gladly execute judgment on me if she could…"

I cannot argue with the girl. Considering that she was responsible in part, for everything that Marie suffered at the hands of General Welling, it was a miracle that the girls had not simply gone to blows yet. "Give her time," I caution. "Allow her to heal and there's a chance that the two of you-"

"What? Will be bosom buddies?" Vanessa asks incredulously, earning a look from several others at the table.

I laugh and lean in to whisper to her. "Some day I shall tell you of the first time I met Jean Grey…"

-Ororo's room-

With Hank's blessing I am allowed to return to my room and I actually am able to make it there without falling once. My knees are especially thankful for this. I approach my bedroom door and see a faint light coming from beneath it, I can also hear the soft sounds of music through the door.

Anxious to see what awaits me I push open the door and am able to recognize Sade playing in the background; one of my favorite singers, detailing the Sweetest Taboo. It's a fitting song given the man standing in front of my bathroom door holding a towel.

"Logan…" I am both surprised and delighted to find him here. I'm also curious as to why he is simply standing there holding a towel.

"Take off your clothes…"

I begin lifting my shirt over my head, only slightly disappointed that I don't bother to ask why. He has seen me naked many times and I hope that he will many more. When I bend over to remove the last article of clothing I feel him in front of me. His eyes dark and heavy, basically screaming out to me in a language I know by one word.

Want.

When he kisses me I expect ferocity, what I get instead is restraint. I open my mouth to tell him I don't want restraint, when he silences me with a finger.

"Tonight…" his voice is so thick with desire I fear he may choke on it. "Ain't about that. As much as we both want it ta be…" Truer words have never been spoken, already there is a trickle of desire sliding down my inner thigh and all I can think of is rough tongue collecting it.

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom where the tub has already been filled with luxuriously warm water. Taking his cue I ease myself into it, sighing as the water begins relaxing my overtaxed muscles.

"Lean back, darlin'…" Logan commands and again I obey and he begins scooping handfuls of water into my hair. I allow myself to get lost in the feeling of his strong fingers massaging my scalp as he washes my hair. He leans in to whisper to me. "If you ever tell anyone I did this for ya…"

"Some things are better left unshared… Mpenzi…" No more words are spoken as he continues to wash my hair. Once he rinses it of the soap he begins to wash other parts of my body with my loofa. I try unsuccessfully to pull him into the bath with me; it is more than large enough to accommodate the both of us, but he resists. Then his words from earlier come back to my mind:

Tonight ain't about that…

Surely he has to know what his touch, even his scent is doing to me. If the tiny moans of delight are not enough indication, the turgid peaks of my nipples jutting through the water must be. Yet he continues as if this were not the single most erotic moment I've ever experienced.

"Wait here a moment, I'll be right back…" He leaves the bathroom, taking the warmth of his presence with him. In an effort to shake my nastier thoughts I lean back and listen to Sade sing to me about a Smooth Operator and close my eyes.

I'm not sure how much time passes but just as It's only love that gets you through comes to an end, Logan is back in my bathroom holding my towel and a robe.

"Ready?" He asks with a smile.

I want to ask what for, but decide I prefer to be surprised. This whole night had been a surprise; one that I was fully enjoying in fact. I never imagined there existed this side to him, but I'm so glad that it does. The more layers of him I pull back the more beautiful he becomes to me.

As I step from the tub, he steadies me with a strong hand and dries off my body. He then holds my silk robe open to allow me to put it on. I can feel his eyes on my, but his face remains unreadable to me. For probably the millionth time in my adult life I wish I was telepathic but am thankful that I'm not.

He guides me to my bed and instructs me to lay down. I lie on my back looking up at him expectantly as he kneels over me. Now, I think to myself, now is when he will finally ravage me like never before. My body arches towards his his yearning for closeness.

His hands drift to the belt of my robe and undo it.

He slides it from my shoulders and eases me onto my stomach.

The combination of the bath and his touch have me so wet that foreplay is not required; he could sheathe himself within me without an ounce of resistance. Which is exactly what I want.

When the robe finds it's way to the floor I look over my shoulder in time to see him remove his shirt. The sculpted muscles that greet me turn the heat between my legs up another ten degrees and I'm now unashamedly rubbing my thighs together.

Goddess… I want him so badly…

"'Ro…" His voice is like velvet being poured into my ears and I'm literally panting for him to finish me off already. "Remember what I tol' ya…?"

Reality sets in and I hope that this is somehow a lie. Or that he's teasing me. Before I can respond his hands begin rubbing my shoulders.

At some point he applied a warm oil to them and he begins kneading my flesh.

His hands work over my back and my arms and I realize that this is exactly what I need. After laying that bed for weeks, after having my broken arm treated by Forge's healing accelerant, my body was in bad shape. As much as I may want another type of release, Logan was healing me with his touch.

Logan massages my backside working the flesh there, causing me to chuckle.

"I guess I should have known you were a booty man," He playfully gives me a slap there, before continuing. By the time he works his way to down to my ankles I'm completely under his spell, barely able to think, much less speak.

Sliding his hand under me he rolls me over onto my back. I open my eyes to catch him looking at me with that same hunger in his eyes he had the first night. In spite of my respect for his intentions, I reach for him again, pleading with my eyes. I see the conflict in him, evidenced not only on his face, but in the sweatpants that could never hope to hide the erection longing to spring free.

He shakes his head the way a fighter does when he's taken too many headshots and begins his massage again.

I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he massages my breasts, but it's a battle I lose when his thumbs rub my nipples. At first it seemed accidental but now as he makes lazy circles around them, I can see that this is completely intentional.

His touch is re-igniting the fires that he stoked earlier in the bathroom causing my legs to part and my body to lift off the bed. I moan in protest as his hands slide down to my legs rubbing my thighs. He lifts my right leg up off the bed and begins working the muscles there. It feels really good considering all I've done the last two days to get them working again.

He does the same to my left and he stretches me by placing my foot on his chest and pushing forward. I feel my hip bone pop in relief as it slides back into proper alignment and he eases my leg back to the bed.

Fear comes over me as I wonder if the massage is over. He answers me by rubbing the inside of my thighs, coming dangerously close to a certain soaked opening.

I remain as still as possible as he works the area over, almost as if I'm afraid that somehow if he realizes what he's doing, he'll stop.

And I definitely don't want that.

Of course my treacherous body betrays me when one of his knuckles grazes the damp lips between my legs and I let out a low moan.

"I can't hear ya darlin'…" Logan teases as he rubs his fingers next to the previously mentioned lips. I moan louder, not because of his demand, but because of the sensation his causing with his touch. "Better, but I know ya can do better than that…" I can and do when he inserts his finger deep inside me.

My head slams back to the bed as he begins exploring me with his thick digit. With a twist and a turn he has me out of breath, so when his thumb split's the flesh covering my clit the scream I let loose is piercing.

Logan merely smiles confidently as he begins plunging his finger into me with the same gusto he would other parts of him. My hips buck upward to meet each thrust eagerly, my moans overpowering the long forgotten music that's been playing.

Another finger joins the first inside me and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I'm in a place somewhere between ecstasy and exhaustion, sweat pooling under my hips along with the sticky liquid he forces from within me.

Logan deftly hooks his fingers to stroke my G spot and I grab his wrist to hold him in place. The small bundle of nerves setting off explosions within my entire body.

I scream his name over and over in between begging for him to remove his fingers and give me the real prize. He ignores my pleas and continues to drive me to the edge of insanity.

I dive off the edge head first.

When I explode around his fingers he surprises me by clamping his mouth tightly around my clit. I garble something unintelligible as a second orgasm rips through me behind the first. My whole body vibrates in fury as he continues teasing and tempting me.

When it becomes too much he removes his lips from me with an audible slurp and slowly eases his finger out of me. I open my eyes in time to see him savoring the cum on his fingers and I groan at the sight.

"Logan… please…" the old me would have never begged as I have tonight, but then again the old me never knew just how incredible love could truly be. Or how desperate it could make you.

"Shh… darlin'…" Logan kisses my lips softly, remnants of my orgasm still on them. "Get some rest now…" He eases me under the covers and my body is too weak to fight him. He kisses my forehead before turning off my stereo and turning my dim lights all the way off.

"You're leaving…?" I manage even though already I can feel my eyelids getting heavy.

He turns back to me and smiles. "If I stay, I guarantee you that you won't get any sleep…"

As much as I would love to fall asleep next to him, I recognize the amount of self-control it had taken for him not to give into what we both wanted. I smile sleepily as he opens my door to leave.

A/N: More to come! Fans of my other stories may realize this is my first foray into the First Person writing style. I hope it comes off okay given my lack of experience writing in it. Criticisms welcome!