"Stupid...woman..." I growled as I pulled her towards the back door, I can't stand this woman right now. Drunk, giggling and acting stupid as a teen drunk for the first time. I could feel her wobbling as we walked. Pumping into various people as we move to the back. The flashing purple and blue lights didn't help either. By the time we had got to the back door and out into the alley, Storm was on full giggle mode.

"Oh my god! I have only been gone for an hour!" Storm laughs before throwing her body to the wall. She then pushes herself forward to walk on those hook-like heels she was wearing. "Did she have a meltdown and blows up the school?"

"No," I responded, but I can see where she is coming from when it comes to Jean and the Phenix.

"Awww, you are just being a good pup so she'll give you a treat, right?" She taunted. "A nice pat on the back? A smooch on the cheek? Or maybe a quicky behind the bleachers?"

"The fuck do you know?" I asked her or morally growled at her. I'd never seen Ro act like this! She's normally one of the few people in that fucking hole of chaos who has common sense! But the bitch I am seeing now was nothing I have seen before. In our ten years of fighting side by side, this is the first time I see her act like the people around us all the time.

"I know if you didn't have that healing ability, you would be a vending machine of STD's." Storm chuckles.

"Watch it."

"You have fucked nearly every female you've known. You even hit on Rogue once, good thing she kicked your ass nice and good to teach you a lesson. Plus Mystique, but she was in disguise so I won't count that on the list of Logans' Lovers." Storm laughed. "So I guess that just leaves...me, the only one you never seemed to hit on."

"I didn't find you that attractive." I lied, Storm was beautiful. Long slender leg and a curvaceous body, she can make any man bend to her will if she wanted too.

"Is it cause I am black?" She asked me. The hell kind of question was that!?

"The fuck question is that, do I look like a racist?"

"Tits weren't big enough?"

"Stop."

"Or maybe its because I wasn't weak enough? You love women who can't help themselves. Do I need to act weak and pathetic just for you to come and hit on me?" She chuckles as her hands begin to play with her hair. Her hips shake a little as she walks a bit away from the door. I guess he was done with her clubbing.

"Its okay Logan, most men can't handle me." She chuckles as she walks. Spinning around quickly, both her hands slap right down on her big tight ass. And the skin-tight skirt didn't help me either when I saw those cheeks bounce. "I am just too much of a woman for anyone. Even you, I guess."

Her words pissed me off...cuase they were fucking true. It is not that I never had feelings for her, only lord knows what I dream about when I blackout, its just I never thought I had a chance. I loved Jean for a time, but I would soon realize that she preferred Cyclops more than me.

I only went for Jean because she reminded me of Mariko at the beginning. But that was the beginning, as time went on, I started to see what she really was. And Mariko just disappeared. After that I just wanted someone I guess, and it is true I went to woman after woman, but none of it was really anything special but one-night stance...but Storm...she was different.

She wasn't too much to handle, she was perfect, which is why I never went after her. After failing with Jean and many other women, I didn't want a fucked up and create an awkward relationship with Storm as I have with Jean and Domino. Although I don't see Domino that much.

But Storm...no...I can't...

By the time I snapped out of my thoughts I was by the car and Storm was bending down to the ground. From the looks of it, she was tying her shoelace. When she rose up our eyes met, and I swore I saw the biggest smirk on her face that I nearly felt my own smile come along. Weirdly enough I was able to keep it down.

"Were you staring at my butt?" Storm chuckled at me as she stands up then leans against the passenger door. The way her hair shined against the moonlight, it was amazing. It made her face sparkle in a unique way that to even this day I can't describe.

I didn't answer her question, instead, I walked over to the driver's side and opened it. She just chuckled and went into the passenger seat. Starting the car was the eases thing of this night. The driving was the worse. The school was a 30-minute drive from the bar, lucky for me there was no one on the road. So the only thing I had to worry about was traffic lights...and Storm.

The silver-haired woman was removing her leather jacket. And that's when shit hit the fan for me. That jacket was covering up her nearly exposed freely breast that the top part of her dress could not be contained. Seriously, who buys a halter top that exposes your breast if you are not searching for sex. God-dammit Storm!

"I wanted dick tonight, what did Jean scream at you so badly that I needed to go back to the mansion for?" Storm asked me. The response I was going to give her would either kill us both in some sort of fight of disbelief. Or might just kill me when storm decides to strike this car down with lightning.

(An hour and a half earlier)

"Ugh! This is unfair!" Jean shouted on the top of her lungs as she throws a large pot filled with the unknown into a sink filled with dirty dishes. In a house of over 300 people, the list of chores is always out the door. Students were task to do certain chores every week to help out around the house.

When Charlies left Jean in charge for the month of his absences, Jean was supposed to assign chores to all the children and teachers…which she did not do. Now, the house was a mess, the kitchen was beyond dirty and there was no food for the upcoming week. Plus, Jean forgot to make a lesson plan for the upcoming week.

"Fuck!" Jean shouted as she pulls the sides of her hair in anger. She was in a world of chaos. Rogue, Scott, and Logan watch her panic in front of the sink as they ate their dinner.

"She forgot to have someone do the dishes," Rogue muttered before placing a piece of steak in her mouth. Logan was having his usual, steak and whiskey with a shot of cigar smoking on the side. With Scott reading a book on the side, completely ignoring his wife's anger fit.

"I am not doing this fucking mess, someone call Storm!" Jean shouted, causing Rogue to roll her eyes. Leaning back, she places a hand over her large pregnant stomach, rubbing the large boulder stomach in pain.

"Storm is out with the girls," Rogue informs Jean. This just made the redhead even more upset.

"I don't care, someone get Storm and bring her here please!" Jean shouted. Rogue places her fork down onto the plate before looking over to Jean to say:

"It is her ladies' night with the girls. You are not going to find her until 5 am tomorrow morning." Rogue chuckled. Jean slams another dish into the sink, creating a loud enough sound to make all three heads turn in her directions.

"Find her and bring her here now! I don't give a fuck if it is her girls' night! I am not doing these dishes myself! Find her for me please!" Jean shouted. She then, in anger, throws three plates to the ground before stomping away and out of the room. Scott stands up and follows the female out of the room, while Rogue struggles to stand up herself. With her large belly poking out, she was having problems moving her body and using her powers. So Logan, being a rugged gentleman, helps her to feet.

"I can't be traveling sug right now. The puppies are kicking my bowls and telling me its time to release their waste. You're going to have to find her." Rogue tells her.

"I don't see why she can't wash the dam dishes herself, she moves crap with her mind," Logan growled.

"I agreed, but the last thing we need is for her to stress out and let the phoenix out," Rogue informs the male as she digs through her pocket to pull out a pair of car keys. "She's at the Slap n Clam, it's a bar off a central Ave."

"Didn't know Storm drinks." Logan chuckled.

"We all have our medicine. Mine was sex and look where it got me."

"I still think you are hot."

"Thank you, Logan."

(Present)

"Dishes, she wants me to go home early and do dishes!?" Storm shouted at me in anger. I couldn't argue with her, she had a lot of reasons to be pissed.

"Were trying to keep Pheonix under control," I told her.

"The phoenix! The phoenix is the reason Charles went on a vacation with our enemy! I am pretty sure he is hoping to be killed by that blue nympho either by too much sex or a dagger to the neck!"

"Sex would be a perfect way to die." I chuckled at her words. She soon follows by a burst of soft laughter.

"Yes, it would. Cumming just at the exact moment of death would be a great ride to the other side." Storm chuckled. "But fuck it, let me do dishes so that the redhead of the death doesn't kill us all! Just because she didn't make a plan to secure the mansion! My god, I feel that Raven has brainwashed Charles into becoming an idiot!"

"I can't agree more. These makeup classes she making me do is driving me mad." I tell the female. All of a sudden, she moves her body down so that the upper part of her body was laying on my lap. Her blue eyes staring at me as she grabs my hand from the wheel then places it on her lips. Her small pink tongue licks the tip of my thumb.

"Why don't we have some fun together tonight?" She asks me before moving my hand to her breast. licking the line of my vein as she twits her legs closed together. What the hell was she doing?

"We're here," I told her as I drive into the garage. She lets out a low huff sound as she sits back up. Pulling her dress down than fluffing her hair, she begins to walk away from me. Heading straight inside the building without even turning to look at me. The hell was that?

(Inside the kitchen)

It didn't take long for Storm to get to work on those dishes. Only grabbing a bottle of water and dish soap, she begins to finish the mess the kids left. It amazes me that she was able to clean and sober up at the same time. Wish I had that talent, then again I'd be in a shitty mood all the time then. Seeing that she was doing as told, I decided to leave her in the kitchen. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I walk over to the lobby and turned on the TV. Curious to see what has become of the world.

By the time she was halfway done, she had stopped and started placing dishes in the cabinets. If you are wondering why I am not in there helping her, the simple answer is that I don't want to be near her. I don't know if she is still drunk, and I wouldn't feel the greatest knowledge that I took advantage of her while she was still drunk. Not my thing, plus I am pretty sure Storm knows more poisonous plants than she grows in her garden. Yes, she grows poisonous plants! Why I don't know!

When the sounds of her heels stopped clicking against the tile floor, I assumpt she had flown herself to bed. I didn't notice her sneaking up behind me until she jumps and lands right next to me with an alcohol bottle in one hand and two shot glasses in the other.

"Shots?" She asked me as she places the bottle on the table. She then moves that hand to my leg. Rubbing it gently as she pours us shots. My head moves to the side to see the time. The reality though I was trying to ignore her fingers tracing my zipper.

1:00 AM

"I should probably hit the hay," I told her. I swear she made a huffing sound. "I suggest you do too."

"Fuck you too, pencil dick." She growled under her breathe before pouring herself a shot...and breaking the camels back.

(Narrative POV)

Turning around, he grabs her by the wrist then pulls her over the couch. Before the ebony goddess could say or react to anything, she found herself being pulled towards the elevator. Once there, he pushes her against the wall and kissed her. Biting her bottom lip, cutting it in the process. Storm lets out a low moan of pain before Logan lets go of the piece of skin. His tongue then begins to lick the bleeding cut as he pushes her against the glass frame.

"Logan..." She moaned as warm breath brushed against his lips. forcing his knee to move upwards, pushing against her sweet spot as his fangs nibbles on her neck. The middle of his tongue was rough, sending shivers up her spine before he lightly dug his fangs into her skin. Gently pulling a bit before licking the small bruise he had just created.

"Easy Logan, Eas-Ah!" She moaned loudly before he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to through the open doors. Pulling her towards a bedroom, he wasted no time throwing her onto his bed. Closing the door, he throws his jacket to the ground before moving his shirt. Revealing his tight toned lightly hairy body.

"Get on your knees and show me." He orders her.

Doing as told, she gets to her knees while pushing his body against the wall. She places a gently kiss around his navel as her hands undo his belt than pants. She wastes no time pulling his pants to his knees, freeing the beast he has been trying to hide all night.

"Ah, I see why Jean keeps chasing you." She tells him, Logan couldn't help but smirk at her comment. But what happened next was beyond a shock to him, it nearly took the wind out of his body.

"Ah shit."

Was the only thing that escaped his mouth when those big soft lavender lips wrapped around his cock, then sucked it in whole. Sliding it to the back of her throat with ease! The top of her nose poking his stomach before she moved her head back. Letting in a low gasp of air into her lungs as her hand wraps around his cock. Her tongue begins to lick the tip as her hand moves back and forth, message his shaft. Her lips sucking the tip as her other hand moves under and begins to massage his balls.

Never had a bitch do that before!

Her mouth engulfs him again, only this time his hands slaps right above her head. Grabbing her white locks, Logan thrust his hips forward into her mouth. She grabs him by the wrist but that didn't stop him, he continued to move her head. Her lips suck and pull, coating his cock with saliva as her lips stained his skin. But the feeling of pleasure was better than a minor makeup stain.

"Argh!" She moaned to me. Placing a hand on my thigh, she pulls her head out of my grip. I removed my hand from her head. She slowly moves backward, her lipstick staining my cock as she slides off me. Her tongue traces my veins before her lips suck the tip. Letting go, a thick line of saliva still connects my cock to her lips.

"Still think I am not good enough for you Logan?" She asks before standing up. Lazy wiping the saliva from her lips with her index finger. Logan places his hand on her mouth to whip off the remaining spit before pressing his lips against hers. His right-hand wraps around her waist while the other held her head. His tongue sliding into her mouth as he pushes her body toward the bed.

"Logan!" She shouted before their lips met again, only this time it wasn't just a tongue kiss. It was a passionate kiss, somewhat gentle enough to distract the female from noticing him remove his pants entirely and throw them off the ground. Now, both naked and on the bed, kissing each part of each other body. Entwining each other in their scent.

Her white locks were practically wrapped around his arm as his nails dig into her thighs, holding her close as his lips kiss down her neck to her chest. Forcing her to let out moans of ecstasy, as he spreads her legs apart. Cheeks turning red, her stomach tightens as her body stiffens. He kisses from her chest to her navel, then between her legs. She could feel his rough after shave whiskers rubbing against her thighs as he spreads her lips apart to see the bud of her pink flower.

"Logan?" She moaned. Her mind had become fuzzy, but her body was still wanting. He saw this, he felt it, he smelled it, he craved it! And like his lover before him, he did not hesitate! Leaning down, Storm gasp as she feels his tongue flicking over her sensitive button.

"Logan!" She gasps as she grips her pillow, holding it form as her hips thrust forward, forcing more into his mouth. And just like him, he held her hips in place. His tongue flicking over and over again before sucking her tender flesh. He knew right where to lick, even the rough texture of his lips was enough to make her moan. Her leg even wraps around his neck as she pushes up, grinding herself against him. He takes the opportunity to thrust a finger inside of her.

"Logan...no...I can't..." She moaned at the weakest point of her voice. Her toes curled and grip the fabric beneath her. Her body was shaking as her mind begins to fade into pure bliss. Logan did not stop nor listen to her words, the mind was to focus on her button. The taste made him wild, something he never had tasted before, like a forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden. Something sour but addictive that change lives, that's how he felt.

"Breading the fucking bicth! I want to see this slut popping out of heirs left and right! Breed her now!

"Logan...I need you...I won't last long...I..." She moans as her hips lower back to the bed. Letting out a moaned of relief as her body relaxes. Her legs go limp as her arms lay dead next to her. Her body was weak from the pleasure, aside Logan had never seen before.

"Delicious." He moaned before pulling her hips towards him. Spreading her legs far apart, he lifts her body upwards to press his mouth down. The pressure of his lips caused Storm to grip the sheets one last time before arching her back. Her toes curl into a ball as her mind finally gives in to the pleasure.

His tongue constantly licking and kissing her wet flower. Sucking the juices that slip past her lips and into his mouth. The taste was toxic! It was addictive! It was heaven to him, a taste he longed for in a woman.

"Oh, Logan..." She moaned. Her voice sent chills up his spine! The beast within was growing stronger, he could feel it! He feared it! He feared the monster he becomes around people. Be it on the battlefield or with the woman he cared for, the beat was a creature no one should encounter.

"Storm... you are too much..." He muttered. "I don't know if I can control myself."

She chuckles at him before raising her head up a bit. Gently placing a kiss on his lips, she pulls his body down to her as she widens her legs. Wrapping those long slender legs around his waist, she pulls his head down to rest on her chest. Her tongue slicks over his ear then blow on the moist spot before whispering:

"Destroy me." She says.

Her words were a death sentence to their relationship. Fingers gripping her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart! Exposing her flower on full display. She had woken the beast inside, Logan was no longer there, only a monster with one thing on his mind.

"Logan?" She asked half-dazed as he adjusts himself above her. Before she could react, she felt his manhood gently rubbing against the sensitive pink skin of her lips. A gently moan escapes her lips yet again, but this time, her hands trace the lines of his tight toned stomach of his. Her legs push his back gently, giving him the okay to enter her.

Breed her

Breed her

The voice whispers in his head, clouding all senses. He throws her legs over his shoulder as he slowly slides into her wet folds. The feeling alone could drive any man crazy from lust while making them addictive to the pleasure.

Storm's mind had disappeared entirely, the thing she senses and let alone felt was her lower reigns. The feeling of his manhood entering her body caused her body to stiffen in place, holding him down as he moves his hips into her. The heel of her foot pushes him down to force him deeper. Forcing him to go deep into her wet moist flo-

"Logan!"

She screamed before a splash of liquids hit his stomach, forcing him to lay down. Pushing his member deeper into her, forcing him to cum deep inside of her. His warm liquids leaking from her gaping hole. Forcing her back to arch up as she takes deep breathes. Her mind soon tells her eyes to close as her body limps. Logan continues to kiss and nibbles at her neck and breast.

Kikkie: That was difficult. But anyway, thank you for reading! Please don't talk down so much on the sex scene, tried my best. WASH YOU HANDS!