The two-hour drive from the city to the mansion went by quickly and before he knew it Charles was back at the mansion and still not an answer to his question of how to tell Ororo.
Entering the mansion, he sensed the silence. Many were asleep and a few of the others were probably out, but he heard laughter coming from the TV room. Per haps going to say goodnight was what he meant to do, but to walk in on a private moment was not.
Like unsupervised teenagers, they sat very close to each other, so close their lips touched with the faintest whisper and that turned into a screaming kiss. The sound of their lips was louder than any words. He wouldn't dare disturb such a conversation. He wouldn't disturb the conversation that everyone was waiting for, especially them.
"I'll go on, there is always tom…"
"Hey there, Chuck."
"Logan's senses are as keen as ever."
"Oh, dear. Professor…um, Charles, that was not what…" Logan was enjoying seeing Ororo flustered, even Charles had to hide his amusement.
"Like hell it was, darlin'."
"No need to apologize, Ororo. From where I sit, my dear, it was very much about time." He managed a smile for her ease.
"Good night, Ororo. You too, Logan."
"Night, Chuck."
"Goodnight, Professor."
They watched him go off to his study. Does that man ever sleep? She thought. When she turned back to face Logan, he was staring intently at her.
"Is there something on me that fascinate you?"
"There's a lot on ya that interests me. Be specific."
She was used to the sexual banter that both he and Remy usually dished out, but now that things were different, it was not mere banter. There held much truth in his voice and possible courses of action.
"Come with me"
"What?"
"You do not play deaf well, Logan."
"Where we headed?"
"Do you trust me?" He nodded. "Well, then, it does not matter where I take you, just come with me." She knew that statement was loaded with innuendo, but if the night was headed where she thought it was, then the words rang truth.
***
"I have a sister. But how the hell is that possible?" The knock at the door disturbed her thoughts.
"Hey, I bought you some tea. I figured you weren't in a mood to play again."
"I wasn't playing then. You called that playing the first time?"
"Sorry, I was upset, mad. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"Yeah, well, whatever. We need to stop this little sick game of ours."
"It was of your invention. You wanted it. I used to wonder why, but then the wannabe self psychologist in me figured I was compensation for something in your life. Maybe it's something that your daddy never did for ya."
"Now, you're crossing the line." No one ever spoke a word against the man she had called father since she could speak.
"What did I hit a nerve?" He knew he had.
"Keep it up and I'll be hitting you." She had quite a temper, but she never fought unless she had to. Why would she ever need to fit, she had the world.
"Temper, temper, kiddo! I wonder, what happened to make you such a hard ass?"
"Well that is something you'll never find out. Just get out!"
"Wha?"
"Get out of my damn apartment!"
"Yeah, fine, whatever!"
She watched him pack his shit and take off. It's not like she was in love with him. She didn't love him. He was just a temporary notch in her bedpost. Grace didn't have many, but all the ones that were there she could've done without because it was never about love. It was never really about sex either; she could take or leave it. It's not like she ever had that ever-powerful orgasm some women rant and rave about. Well, maybe she had, but that was long ago, with her first love. After her first love didn't work out, she figured maybe she wasn't capable of love. Her father loved her but something about his love was never right about the way he loved her.
***
tbc…