Author's Notes: Set during volume 10

Cables' Word of Wisdom:This couple is distinctly the invention of Brian K Vaughn. I kind of ship it now.

Crack's Word of Wisdom:Ultimate Storm is really awesome, particularly when she dresses like trash and stands moodily in the rain

"Hn, wind's died down again," Logan muttered. "Yeah, lets' see what we can do about that..." Storm leaned towards him and their lips connected.

A faint wind blew past them, waving her white hair through the air and bristling against Logan's bare chest. All he was wearing was a tattered pair of jeans, Gambit had scorched off his shirt earlier. Storm was surprised Logan had any clothes left with the amount of times he got blown up. His muscular hands rested on her hips and her hands slithered around his waist.

Ororo wore a black corset with a transparent shirt over the top and a black skirt, held up by a large belt with the X insignia on. Wolverine lowered her down on the rooftop onto her back. He arched her legs and his hands drifted along her chilled skin. Their lips never parted company as they eased them open and their tongues met, dancing in each other's throats.

His hands slid under her skirt and she was forced to break the kiss apart in a low moan. There was a familiar smirk on Logan's face. She felt one hand gripping her butt cheeks tightly and the other pawing at the front of her knickers. As he rubbed her through the fabric of her underwear, she felt his lips come back down on her, latching onto her neck.

He was forced to drop her ass so his free hand could lift off her shirt as he kissed down her slick skin. He loosened her corset and pulled it away then tore apart her bra. His mouth now pressed onto her right breast and Ororo felt his tongue trickle along it. Wolverine pinched the corners of her knickers and slid them down and out from under skirt.

Her hands lunged for his jeans and yanked them away. Logan grinned. Together they removed his boxers, then he lifted her legs up and spread them apart and inserted himself into her. After a few deep thrusts, Wolverine brought his face back up to hers and kissed her again as he drilled into her.

Her hands were running through his hair with delight as he fucked her. Logan couldn't deny how attractive Ororo was, but even as he pounded into her, he knew there was something wrong. But just as it had been with Jean, that something wrong was so damn alluring. Ororo moaned out as Logan came.

He rolled off her and they both redressed with haste. Logan stood up and glanced out over the rooftops and a smirk played on Ororo's face. She stepped towards and pressed him to her again in another deep kiss. For a moment Logan considered doing it all over again but he forced himself to push her aside.

"Ororo, stop." he begged, "This... this ain't right." Storm's face fell but she nodded: "Or course. Rogue is our priority now. This isn't the time for..." "'Ro, it'll never be time for me and you." Logan cut her off. "What?" Storm demanded. "Kid, I got boxers older than you."

"Logan, I'm the same age that Jean was when the two of you..." She argued but he cut her off again: "That was a mistake. Besides, Jeanie's different. Me and her are both old souls. We got our share of demons." Storm glared at him in disbelief: "Demons? I watched my last boyfriend murdered!" The death of Hank had been the reason for her change in fashion.

"All the more reason you don't need any more misery in your life. Hell, I don't even know whether or not I still got a wife somewhere out there. I..." This time it was Storm who cut him off. "You can't tell me you haven't been feeling what I have, Logan!" She was right, Logan knew that, but he couldn't accept it. "The last few months, the two of us have.." she continued until he silenced her: "Shut up for a second."

He stepped up, sniffing at the air. "Gimme a little nor'easter, will ya?" he asked. "You smell Rogue?"Storm asked in response as she raised her hands and raised the winds. "Nah, day-old crawfish. The Cajun who stole our girl ain't far." He growled. "Gambit? Are you sure he's..." She asked preparing herself for battle. "Go home Storm," he stopped her. "I'll take it from here." And so with so many things left unsaid, Logan leaped forwards off the rooftop and down to the streets below, partly to find his missing teammate, partly to escape from the one he couldn't stop thinking about...