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Chapter 07: Wicked Games
At Xavier's Institute
I had felt the quake, and called Lance right away. He had run from the Brotherhood house to escape Wanda Maximoff, who had suddenly become attracted to him. I had Lance meet me at the Bayville's Best Motel. At least he would not have to sleep in his jeep, in a cave.
I acquired a room, and waited outside for Lance to arrive. I see his jeep pull up. I smiled at him as he sheepishly grinned at me. Yes, indeed, Lance still desires me. Why else escape a teenage girl in lingerie, if not because I am the one he truly wants? The fact that he wants NOTHING to do with the much younger woman, and has run to me, has made my heart soar!
When we lock eyes, I see relief, and desire mixed together! I wait for him, as he gets out of his jeep. His hands find mine. I did not mean for this to happen! Not like this!
His lips found mine. We hadn't said a word. We just kissed! At LAST! I don't recall going into the room. I simply found myself laying upon the bed, with Lance's lips and tongue dancing with mine. His strong, young hands holding me safe and warm.
Everyplace he touched, even fully clothed as we were, was an inferno of passionate pleasure! This touch. That kiss. Another wondrous caress. I don't recall putting my hands up Lance's shirt, but they were. I could feel his very well toned abs. I recall thinking 'My rock rumbler has rock-hard abs'. It wasn't until I heard a familiar motorcycle, that reality SLAPPED my conscience.
Lance was on his way to giving me a hickey when I got him to stop. "Wait! Wait, Lance! Please…"
Lance must have heard the panic in my voice, because he stopped and rolled mostly off of me.
He asked "What is it?"
I answered in the one word that would ruin his libido for the night. "Wolverine."
We jumped off the bed, and straightened our clothing. Just in time, I knew it would take Logan a minute or two to track Lance's scent. I had sat down upon the chair. As I did so, Lance sat upon the bed. I am rather glad, because I did NOT want THIS dump to be the place of what should be a Fond Memory.
I asked Lance what else may be wrong at the Brotherhood house. As he was in the middle of explaining the food issues, a knock upon the door gave us both a guilty start!
Lance got up and opened the door. Sure as the sun rises, it was indeed Logan there. He pushed past Lance. I just looked at Logan. He was surprised to see that he was here with ME.
"What are YOU doing here, 'Ro?"
He sniffed the air, and seemed...disappointed.
That hurt. It hurt more than I ever expected. As I looked at Logan, Lance spoke.
At Bayville's Best Motel
I explained, and kept to the truth, just not all of it.
"It's Wanda. She's stalking after me in lingerie! I saw her dressed like that, asking Blob about me, and if I'm seeing anyone...It doesn't take a genius to figure out why she was acting that way. I needed to get away, and so I snuck out, pushed my jeep about a mile and a half, started it and drove to the Bluffs. Once I got there I needed a place to sleep, so I made a cave. Storm felt the rumble and called me. She had me come here, and we were talking about the whole Crazy Wanda thing."
Logan looked at me. Hard, but I WAS telling the truth, and I let him use his power to 'smell a lie' or whatever it is that he does. I DID tell the truth, so I just let it all go. He looked really hard at me, but grunted, and turned to Ororo.
"So ya got the kid a room? We're ya gonna tuck him in, 'Ro?"
I was just about to beat on him. I KNOW that I'd lose, but I didn't care! He turned his head to me, and just raised an eyebrow. Funny how when Ororo does that, it's elegant and even sexy. When he does it, it's a quiet question of 'Do ya REALLY want th' pain, kid?'
Ororo spoke "What do you mean, am I going to tuck him in, Logan? Avalanche is far too old for such things…"
That was what Logan was waiting for. Clever bastard.
"Yeah, 'Ro. He is too old for being tucked in, but is he OLD ENOUGH for these games? He's eighteen. It's legal. I get that. But, 'Ro...You could do better."
He turned to me to say "Sorry, kid, but you know it's true. She CAN do a whole lot better…"
I wanted to drop the little hairball ten MILES straight down! He saw the idea in my eyes, and shrugged. Bastard.
"I want to be." I hadn't even realized that I spoke.
Ororo blinked, Logan frowned at me. Both asked the same thing, at the same time."What?"
I continued "I WANT to be better. I want to be worthy of you, Ororo. You're everything I could ever want in a woman...I just need to be worthy..."
Ororo and Logan were both staring at me in shock.
Logan muttered "Keerist! Geez, kid. Get a grip. Take a seat, too, while yer at it."
Oddly he seemed...not hostile anymore. This has been a very strange evening!
I sat on the bed, and imagined that it still smelled of Ororo.
I was shocked at Lance's admission. There will be no denying our feelings now. Oh Goddess! We are in so much trouble!
Logan looked at me. I just let it all out. The YEARS of loneliness! The aching emptiness in my heart, my life, my SOUL!
After a time, I'm not sure how long it was. At least fifteen minutes of trying to explain it all to Logan, and to Lance. I just stopped. I ran out of what I needed to say. I felt empty. Naked, really. All of my fears, my needs, lay bare in front of one of my oldest friends, and in front of my young lover, Lance.
Lance, who was beside me holding my hands in his, a look of concern upon his cleanly handsome face. When did he start holding my hand? I didn't even realize that he had moved from the bed! I am, however, grateful that he IS holding my hands. Otherwise they would be trembling for all to see.
I looked up at Logan and asked "Now what do we do? Goddess! Where do we go from here. I CAN'T refuse my own heart, Logan! I just cannot put aside my own needs for love, forever! How many YEARS do I have to wait before I am ALLOWED to have love? After it's far too late and I really AM a dried up old woman?"
Lance gently put an arm around my shoulders and held me close. Heaven help me, but that is exactly what I need just now!
Logan was looking at me, and said "You know yerself best, 'Ro. If you ya need ta be with him, be with him. Don't hide it, though. That is what makes these things a mess. As for Wanda...She's a mess that Chuck shoulda cleaned up a long time ago. Now, he's gotta do it while she's out and confidant in her power. More willin' ta fight back. Just don't hide this for too long, 'Ro. It'll ruin ya if ya hide an affair for too long. Try ta spend some time apart, fer cryin' out loud. Then see what you've got. If ya need ta get hormonal, then just use protection! Use yer HEAD, 'Ro. Just use yer head…"
Logan made to leave, and I was afraid, until he stopped and said "I won't say a word. Not one, 'Ro. But you gotta use yer head. Oh, and Rocky? If ya use her, and break her heart...Well, you know...G'night, 'Ro."
Without another word, Logan walked out, and fired up his motorcycle. After years of hearing it, I was so familiar with it's sound. I would consider it a good thing to hear. Until now. Now it meant that I was alone with Lance. With a bed right there. He IS my student, technically. I AM his tutor, officially.
I was stunned by Ororo's admissions of fear. Her fear of being alone and childless. Being required to play the role of mother to the X-Geeks, but never allowed to have a life of her own. Damn. I feel really low. As if I had deliberately taken advantage of her. Almost as if she were drunk, or something. I felt so...Dirty! Still, she seems to need to be held, so that's what I do. Logan left us alone.
After a few minutes I quietly ask "Ororo? Do you need anything? Is there…"
She gently cut me off with a shake of her lovely head 'No'. I simply held her. We were like that for about ten, maybe fifteen minutes. Then she shook herself out of her issues, and looked at me. then she asked me the hardest question that I have EVER been asked.
"Lance. It's too soon to call this 'Love'. However...Could you truly Love me? Even with nine years age difference between us? When you are only twenty one, I shall be THIRTY, Lance. When you are in your mid-twenties, I shall be in my mid-THIRTIES ! Can you love a woman so much older? Can you love ME?"
I HAD thought about it. All day after the first date. All day after the dance.
"Yes, Ororo. Yes I can. I can Love you, and put your needs ahead of mine. To hold you in my arms to to keep you safe, warm and loved. I can give you the babies that we want. I can Love you, Ororo Munroe. Even if you need me to give you up...It will hurt...But I'll do what I gotta do for you."
I waited for her response. She began sobbing into my arms, and across my shoulder. I simply held, and caressed, the wonderful beauty that is Ororo Munroe.
