Chapter 2

The Howletts had taken Logan's bike over to the Roadhouse. Logan's Roadhouse, as it officially named, is a joint venture Logan has with two of his Army buddies, Skip and Jack. Ororo joined them as an unofficial manager/owner when she and her longtime friend and former teammate, joined in holy matrimony 10 months ago.

A month ago, they celebrated the Roadhouse's first anniversary by opening another restaurant. Stormy Travels Diner was a family friendly spot that has quickly become a favorite among the locals and visitors. The guys split their time between the two restaurants, though they were more comfortable at the Roadhouse

As they climbed the steps to their lakehouse, Ororo couldn't help taking a detour. She walked around the wrap-around porch to the back of the house to gaze out at the lake. The dark water reflected the millions of stars that twinkled like diamonds in the sky. The moon, peaking through the clouds as they floated across the sky, made its presence known as it illuminated the sky.

It was times like this when she was overwhelmed by the happiness she was experiencing. Those moments were more frequent now that she was able to live life the way she wanted. Though she missed the days of racing from one end of the earth to the other on the never-ending quest for equality for humans and mutant alike, she had come to appreciate the quiet joy her new life gave her. True, things could be dull at times but sometimes dull was good.

Tilting her head back, she looked up at the sky, imagining Heaven in her mind's eye and saying a silent prayer, thanking God for His grace and mercy. Though many worshipped her as a Goddess, she knew that there was only One and to Him she gave thanks.

Logan enjoyed watching his wife when she communed with nature. She looked so peaceful and her peace brought him peace. He said his own prayer to God, asking that life would continue to be as good as it was. Hating to disturb her but needing too, Logan quietly walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her.

Kissing her shoulder, he nuzzled her neck, enjoying her scent.

Sighing, Ororo leaned back into the embrace. The couple stood that way until Ororo felt Logan's stomach rumble.

"Someone's hungry," she said, turning to face him, careful not to break the circle of his embrace.

"Yeah but it can wait. You were enjoying the view and I didn't want to disturb you."

"Nevermind that. My man comes first," Ororo said, using some of the slang she had picked up from the staff.

Logan chuckled and received the kiss that Ororo gave him. Logan deepened the kiss, holding her tighter, molding her body to his.

"I think you're hungry for something other than food," Ororo told him, gently squeezing his pulsing member. "Think your stomach can hold out while we take care of this?" she asked, her eyes glowing as she called down a fog to shield them from their neighbors.

Logan growled in response, taking her mouth again and removing her clothes.

Two hours later and freshly showered, Ororo and Logan worked together preparing their dinner.

Forty five minutes later, they sat across from each other and began eating.

"Your big day is coming up," she said, wiping her mouth, "Is there something special you want to do?"

"Not really," he replied before taking another bite of his food.

She waited for him to continue, expecting him to say more. When he didn't, she asked, "Okay. What about a gift?"

"Nope, don't want a gift," he replied, wiping his mouth and pushing his plate away.

I hate it when he gets like this, she thought, looking at her husband as he looked back at her, He can be so stubborn.

"So you do not want anything for your birthday nor do you want to do anything?"

"That pretty much sums it up," he said, leaning back in his chair, picking his teeth with the tip of his claw, "There's nothing special about that day. It's just another day. I'll probably be working at the Roadhouse for most of it anyway."

Taking the last bite of her food, she figured a conversation with Logan about his birthday would go the way it did. Ororo had hoped this year would be different, especially with it being the first one with them as a married couple.

As long as she has known him, he hadn't done anything to celebrate his birthday. For a long time, no one even knew his birthday. It wasn't until they started their daily walks back at the mansion that she learned when it was. After the Team found out, someone would try to plan something, only to have him either spoil the plans or not show up at all. Eventually, the team got the hint and treated his birthday like he wanted, like it was another day.

Not this time, Ororo thought, wiping her mouth and pushing her chair back. She had a week to come up with a plan and she was determined that this year, it would be a birthday to remember.

With a smile, she walked over to him and threw her leg across his, straddling him. Making herself comfortable, she kissed him on his nose and ignored the feel of his hands as they kneaded her backside. "You sure there is nothing I can do to convince you to do something special that day?" She punctuated her statement by gently nudging his head to the side so she could kiss his neck.

"Mmmm," he responded as she showered his neck with gentle kisses, "This is a start. What else you got?"

Responding to his challenge, Ororo slowly licked the sensitive spot on his neck, causing him to growl deep in his chest and tighten his grip on her backside.

"How about this," she whispered before biting his spot and sucking hard.

Logan, unable to control himself, picked her up with one hand and cleared the table with the other. Laying her down, he forcibly took her mouth while tearing at her clothes. Good thing I'm wearing a skirt, Ororo thought, succumbing to her husband's animalistic hunger.