OK...I'M TOTALLY INAPPROPRIATE...AND I SPELLED THAT WRONG...SORRY.
The Marking-by PS
Part Two
Now
Ororo's eyes fluttered as she began to wake up.
She yawned quietly to herself and started stretching when suddenly she winced in pain.
Blinking swiftly she brought her hand up to her neck to see what had caused her pain, when she brought her hand away her fingers were covered in dried blood.
She gasped and leaped up from her bed, trotting quickly to the bathroom and staring at her neck in the mirror. A large bite mark covered the side of neck, mottling the slender column with bruises and scrape marks.
Ororo struggled to remember what had happened to her, and to control her breathing and anxiety.
Suddenly, she remembered gray, almost silver eyes, hovering over hers, and a slow smile meant only for her.
She gasped, "Logan!"
In Logan's Room
Logan sat on his bed, the sheets tangled around his waist, and his hair ruffled from sleep.
He had felt Ororo's anxiety when she woke up, and now annoyance and bitter rage was boiling in his blood thanks to her.
But, he didn't really mind.
It almost made him happy.
He blinked his eyes sleepily and contemplated going back to sleepp, but, he realized, she would want to confront him, and he should at least he dressed for when he met her.
He sighed to himself and rolled off the bed, gathering up some clothes and going to prepare for what was to come...
Ten Minutes Later
Ororo glared at Logan's door, and finally, she gathered up a deep breath, and knocked.
There was the echoing of the sound, and that was all for a moment.
Then, finally, the door opened.
There, dressed in a black t-shirt and dark jeans stood Logan, his hair wet from a shower.
She blinked for a moment, then turned again to glaring, "what the hell Logan?"
Logan held back a frown as he eyed her neck. She had covered the silken column with a turtle neck, and it made the animal growl lowly.
He cleared his throat, "what are you talking about 'Ro?"
Her hands clenched into fists, "don't you ''Ro' me! And you know exactly what I'm talking about!" And with that, she pulled down the neck of her shirt.
Logan immediately growled and became hard as he saw his mark on her.
Her skin was alit with bruises and was red with the imprint of his teeth.
The animal smirked inside.
She glared at him, "ring a bell?"
He blinked up at her through his dark lashes, "c'mon 'Ro, you know you love it."
She gave a frustrated sound and tugged at her white hair, "what does this mean Logan, tell me right now!"
He took a small step closer to her, longing to feel her warm skin.
She froze, "Logan?"
The look on his face was positively predatory.
He took a deep breath, "that mark, that means your mine."
She stared at him, not daring to breathe.
He went on, "no one else can touch you, I won't tolerate another male to even stand close to you, and this means that you're mine completely. You won't ever have anyone else."
She licked her lips, a motion his eyes follwed quickly, "so, what you're saying is that...I am no longer free to do anything I want?"
He felt the anger before he saw it; he chose his words carefully, "you can still talk to the other women, just...not with the men...especially Scott...or Gambit."
She was nearly trembling with anger, "how dare you!"
He just looked at her.
She poked his chest, "I will do whatever I want, you cannot tell me what to do, and I will not be led around by you like some animal on a lead!"
And with that she turned on her heel and went out the door, slamming it when she left.
He ran a hand through his hair, "that went well."
SORRY THAT I RE-DID THIS...BUT...THERE WAS SOMETHING THAT I HAD TO GET RID OF...SORRY IT WAS SHORT...AND I'M OUT OF SPIRITS NOW SO...PLEASE REVIEW -SHEEPISH SMILE-