Oh my God! I am so sorry! I just found out I never posted the end of this story! I feel so mean! It's not very long either! Please forgive me!
Wolverine was pacing nervously in the garage, he had told Storm at breakfast to dress casually for their date, but now he was nervous it wouldn't be nice enough. Dating had never been something they did. He took her to a burnt out theatre once, and made love to her on the stage, but that was the closest they had ever come to a date. When Storm walked in wearing a tight yellow tank top, and short white shorts he had to shake himself to keep from staring at.
"So where are we off to Logan?" She asked, he hurried around to open the door to his Jeep for her.
"It ain't much of a surprise if I tell ya." He deflected, she smiled giving him a sweet, chaste kiss as she passed him to get into the Jeep.
"I suppose that's true." He scrubbed at the back of his neck, closing her door slowly.
"I know ya ain't much for surprises, but this one's good, I promise." He looked genuinely nervous, yet another thing she had never seen on his gruff features.
"On the contrary, I quite like surprises." She corrected, he frowned remembering distinctly the conversation he had with her two or three years after they had first gotten together.
"Suppose it must a been somethin ya picked up later. Shouldn't have assumed, it just, well you'll like where we're headed." He half apologised, going around to the driver's side.
"Logan what has gotten into you? Yesterday you were so sure of yourself, and today you're nervous as a school boy." He sighed, pulling out onto the road, he knew he was being crazy, he had psyched himself out while he waited for her that's what he gets for planning ahead.
"We just, this ain't somethin we do, I got no practice doin this, you and me. I know it ain't the same, but this our first real date in any damn timeline." He explained, she smiled, laying her head on his broad shoulders.
"Good, than we're finally on the same page for something." That made him smile, he would gladly start back at the beginning with her.
"Just don't get yer expectations too high." He grumbled, turning on quiet country music.
"You know, you probably don't remember this, but you took me on a picnic once. Not as a date, you'd just been cooped up too long, and I had time to spare. We went up to the tree at the edge of the property, and you had beer, and sandwiches, while I ate fruit, and a salad. We talked about Laura. Did you still know her in your time?" She traced the short scars between each of his knuckles where his claws extended.
"That so? Maybe I was sweet on ya before after all. Laura, she got taken, and all twisted up by the sentinel program. I should look her up. She's essentially my daughter, I ain't ever been able to do right by her. Think it all just hits too close to home, what she went through." He steered them onto a little dirt road up a mountain.
"She's doing well here Logan, you never let her down. More importantly, why would you think you were sweet on me before?" She leaned away to watch his expression. A cocky smirk crossed his lips when he stopped at a wall of tall pines. He got out, and went to the back.
"Figure I must a been, since a picnic for two is my idea a romance." He pulled a picnic basket out, holding it up for her to see. She laughed hard enough to make unbukling difficult.
"I wonder if I ever would have realized, if not for this new version of you, just how well matched we find ourselves?" She slid out of the jeep, moving to walk beside him. He slid his arm around her trim waist, letting her rest her arm over his shoulders, as if this were how they had always walked.
"I'd like to think I'm not so stupid as to miss something this perfect, but I ain't always been known for my thinking." He tightened his grip on her waist as they headed through a patch of uneven terrain.
"Perhaps. How long is this hike to wherever it is we plan to eat?" She frowned at the sandals that were not ideal to hike in.
"Just through hear." His voice had to raise over the soft rumble of a river. They broke through into a clearing around a small pond a trickling waterfall breaking through the rocks just above it. The whole place had a secluded serenity. What it lacked in grandeur it made up for in a simple beauty, as if it had been made just for the two of them.
"This is stunning." She whispered, he hummed, releasing her to set up their little picnic.
"Found it a while back while you were avoiding me, thought it could be nice, not to mention we ain't likely to get interrupted here, even if there is a bit a rain." He raised a brow at her, she rolled her eyes, slipping out of her sandals to dip her toes in the water.
"And do you suppose it's likely to rain?" She looked over her shoulder, a bit too coy not to know what he meant.
"If I've anything to say on the matter it could be rainin for weeks darlin'." He set the basket out on the blanket, toeing out of his boots to join her in the water.
"We wouldn't want this lovely pond to flood." She whispered, crouching down to pick up a smooth little rock, worn from the ride of even this small body of water.
"You ain't got one shred of belief in yourself do ya? It ain't gotta rain when you let go. I've seen you fall apart without so much as a gust. The only reason you get like that is because you hold everything so tight in hand Ro. You do the same thing Rogue did, but you don't need drugs to work through it. Just a little trust." He slid his hands down her side, settling at the swell of her hips. She leaned into him, her eyes falling shut.
"Show me." Her voice shook with the simple words, he took in the scent of her, his stubble tickling the back of her neck.
"You sure darlin'?" His hands slid under the hem of her tank top, callous fingers hot against her soft skin.
"We could use a little rain anyhow. I simply cannot resist you a second longer Logan." She turned to find his lips, he growled into her wanton mouth, hitching her up, off her feet. She yellped, wrapping her legs around his waist surprised such a small man could hold her with such ease. He walked them back to the blanket, and set her gently on her back.
"I know you ain't with me yet, and that's all well and good, but I love you so much Ro." He spoke the words into her sun kissed skin with reverence, taking care to kiss, and caress every inch of her exposed skin before he began peeling her out of her right clothes. He wet his fingers before letting them strum pleasure from her body without much thought. He knew every inch of her better than he did his own old body.
"Let go, I can take it. Ain't nothing you can do that I ain't gonna love." He ducked down to take her, and she arched up into him, her nails raking over his neck hard enough to draw blood before tangling in his hair.
She had no idea when the rain had begun, but the roll of thunder covered her desperate moans. The wind whipped his shirt against his chest, the wet fabric leaving little to the imagination. He pulled back, letting her tear the shirt off him. He kicked off his jeans, his lips never leaving her's.
"You taste so damn sweet Ro." He groaned, one hand cupping her breast while he moved back between her thighs. The hard length of him pressed against her slick entrance. He paused, holding himself above her, perfectly still against the raging torrent around them. The way he looked at her threatened to stop her heart. The winds calmed, swirling around them with a heavy southern heat.
"What?" She panted the word, nervous, and hungry for his touch. He smiled, brushing a platinum curl from her cheek.
"You got no idea how lucky I am just to get to touch you." He kissed her slow, and drove into her gently. She gasped, the sun breaking from behind the clouds as he sunk to the hilt. She felt like coming home to him, but she'd never felt anything like it. He filled her up, warmed her heart without asking anything of her.
She couldn't have said how long they stayed tangled up together, his mutant power giving him a rebound time that made her quiver. As promised the rain stopped once she stopped worrying, and let herself go. Eventually they found themselves laying naked under the stars.
"This was meant to be a proper date. Could have fucked you into the ground after dinner at least." He pulled a beer out of the basket, cracking it open to chug it down in one go. She crawled over him finding a little Tupperware of watermelon for herself.
"I suppose we'll have to try again than won't we." She smirked, curling back into his side. How could he always be so warm?
"Well we got time to get it right, and if this is what it looks like to mess it up I ain't to worried about making a mess of things." They had all the time in the world now.
~The End
I know it could go further, but it's all I could think of, I hope it's enough to make up for how long it took to post.