"Tension"
"Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." --- Shakespeare
"No.........no....NO!!!!!!!" Ororo cried out of sheer terror in her sleep as the nightmare continued in her head.
Logan jerked out of his slumber in time to see Ororo's distress.
"'Ro it's okay, shhhhhh.....shhhhhh....I am right here." Logan gently tugged her out of her frightening dream. His voice provided a comfort to her mind. Unknowingly, Ororo drifted off to sleep again. The nightmare had gone away for the time being.
Logan's eyes languidly traced over Ororo's curves. Sleep had evaded him for the moment as he wondered in amazement that while they were sleeping, Ororo lay cradled in his arms. Her hands splayed against his chest as he unconsciously caressed her long hair.
A slight sniff in the air told him that dawn is just over the horizon. Logan knew he might as well get up because he can't sleep anymore. A rumbling of his stomach let him know that they haven't eaten since the storm. Who knew how long they have been adrift at sea. Although the scene of Ororo lying vulnerable by the lagoon concerned him, Logan knew that she's safe. No other wildlife dangerous enough would attack her except maybe the monkeys that are starting to screech in the early light. With that last thought in mind Logan gave a small chuckle and started towards the beach.
*So warm.....so soft...*
"Whooaat?" Ororo quickly got up in a sitting position. The comfort of someone's voice was gone replaced by the gentle warm air whooshing in her ear. She distinctively remember that someone was with her while she cried out of fear that her nightmare would consume her and she would never escape out of it. Also the snug hold on her body was loosened and then disappeared so quickly that Ororo almost believe that it was all in her imagination. She thanked the Goddess for keeping her safe all this time.
Scanning the area around the lagoon she realized that she is in a foreign place she had never seen before. Her heart pangs struck her, at the thought of not being able to get back on the ship and go home. Her thoughts rapidly drifted to Logan.
"He must have been back at the ship right now! I bet it was all a joke on me concocted by him to have that woman set me up." Ororo grumpily contemplated her situation by herself alone on the island. However, a tiny fear crept into her mind. Logan was her teammate and friend. She couldn't desert him even if she wanted to. His teasing sometimes got to her and she felt that all he could see in her was only a workaholic and a leader of the X-Men. Ororo hated the feeling of jealousy that washes over her whenever Logan looked at Jean. His sensuous lips would curled into a low smile and spoke softly into Jean's ear. Whatever it was, it made Jean blush and laugh. On the other hand, Ororo just faded into the background.
*Whatever, he can survive by himself on his own. He's Wolverine with the healing component for goodness sakes!!!*
Ororo stood up and walked over to the bank of the lagoon to wash off the sand that had accumulated on her skin.
A browbeaten face gazed back at her on the surface of the water. Her usual silky hair was tangled in large knots and the evening dress was torn on one side where it stopped right above her thigh. Sand and dirt clung on the corner of her eyes and cheeks.
"Goddess, I looked like I have been trampled over by a truck!" Ororo exclaimed at her image.
Looking up to see the waterfall rushing down a cliff she decided to wash herself clean by the end of the waterfall instead. Climbing up on a slab of rock she reached the side where the fall is less intense. Taking off her dress Ororo leisurely cleansed her body of the grime. The cool water soothed her nerves while the wildlife perked up with interest. It seems that an element of Mother Nature had decided to immerse herself in the surrounding atmosphere. Like the Goddess she is, the beauty of the island seemed to transform itself. Tropical birds had ceased their squawking and instead a melody of chirping had replaced the offending sounds. Monkeys had stopped their screeching and a low hush pervaded. All eyes of every animal turned to glimpse at the Goddess in her natural environment.
At about this time Logan returned to the lagoon bearing two large clams in one hand and a bunch of bananas and wild berries in the other. Barely brushing past the leaves away from his face, Logan stood stock still in wonder. The scene before his eyes took his breath away. At the same time, he felt slightly embarrassed by his own presence. Logan felt he had intruded upon a sacred sanctuary.
*She's beautiful....no she's beyond beautiful...a true Goddess...her smooth hair.....taut stomach....* Logan's coherent thoughts had stopped at about the same time Ororo turned around to see the supposed intruder. Her nude body was the embodiment of all the marble statues the Greek were trying to achieve of the perfect ideal. The Venus de Milo doesn't even come close.
A loud gasp escaped Ororo's throat, her self-consciousness returned making her shy away under the falls. Logan couldn't see more than a blurry form. Groaning inwardly at his callous stare, he turned back toward the trees near the bank of the lagoon. A few minutes later a dressed Ororo in her frayed gown step out and Logan returned with more fruit than they can possibly eat in a day.
"I see that you are fine and no physical harm I presume?" Ororo's prudish form had returned.
"Yeah. You alright 'Ro?" Logan asked. He flinched the moment Ororo's back straightened and her voice carried on with care and selection. She assumed her facade of detachment in mere seconds. However, her blushing cheeks gave herself away to the attentive Logan.
"You want breakfast? I gathered some bananas, mangoes, and wild berries of sorts." Logan gestured towards the fruit on a large palm leaf at their feet.
"I am fine. I just need to stretch my legs a little. Would you excuse me?" Ororo replied without a glance at the breakfast laid out before her.
"Suit yourself but if you admit that you are hungry later on don't ask me to help you. Because I would finish all of it." Logan snidely remarked. Her cold reply just crossed the line with him.
"Self-fish pig." Ororo calmly stated as a matter of fact which irritated Logan even more.
She turned around and strode off toward the forest barefooted. Since they were in the sea their evening clothes had been turned into rags and even their shoes had been lost in the tossing seas. Two distinguished diners of the Amor wound up in the middle of an unknown island with their shabby dress is quite hilarious. Then again the tension between Ororo and Logan broke the peace on the isle. Even the animals could sense it. There's trouble brewing. A small signal could set it off. Unfortunately, neither Ororo nor Logan knew it's about to happen.
Underneath it all, there's more to their behaviors than meets the eye. Ororo was angry that Logan's near death experience drove her to commit an irrational act by saving him without her own regards. She's usually composed but at the sight of Logan she forgot to rein in her emotions. She hated that Logan could make her feel this way. Logan on the other hand, thought that Ororo's attitude was an impersonal remark of a stranger. He couldn't understand why he could be attracted to a woman like Ororo. A certain quality about her that Logan couldn't quite place, he hated Ororo for making him feel that way.
The splendor of the tropical island set Ororo at ease on her way towards the beach. A gentle breeze had started again and the playful fingers of the wind brushed Ororo's platinum hair around her face. A small parrot with red and yellow feathers had landed on her shoulder to Ororo's surprise. Pecking on a small nut the bird seemed at ease on its temporary perch. Relaxing under the glittering sun Ororo cooed and petted the parrot until it got restless and flew away into the forest.
Disappointed at the bird's absence Ororo continued onward where she had seen the mountains loomed before her. Smiling brightly at the thought of enjoying herself in this paradise of Mother Nature's magnificence Ororo whistled softly while hiking towards the tall mountains.
*This island must have been created by a volcanic eruption thousands of years ago. Similar like the Galapagos there are some unusual looking animals but nonetheless this place is exquisite. It's surprising to realize that a horrible tempest could lead us to this hidden paradise.*
A little out of breath Ororo become conscious that she was on top of a larger cliff than the waterfall before. A sheer drop into the sea on one side and overlooking the island on the other sent rolling shivers into her spine. Ororo could just make out in the distance the small form of Logan in the lagoon.
*Probably eating all the food so I couldn't have any. Well he could just stuff himself rotten for all I care....Oh I didn't mean that....He's kind and thoughtful and caring.....Oh Goddess I didn't just say that! Logan is self-fish, brutish, arrogant, and that all-knowing smirk of his drives me crazy?!! I can't be sensible without him making a mean comment about my detached nature. I can't be a little uncaring and unruly without him criticizing me about being the leader of the X-Men to act a precise way. I can never satisfy his view about me! Hiding in the background was the only way to avoid him and yet I want to be noticed. Like Jean. She's the quintessential beauty of the mansion. I.....I am just someone else.........*
Giving a quiet sigh Ororo turned to head back to the lagoon. She stopped short to bend down and kiss the dry ground with reverence. With a backward glance to remember the place as her sanctuary, Ororo slowly trudged down the pathway.
By the time she had reached the lagoon, Logan was nowhere to be found. However, a few bananas and mangoes were left of Logan's breakfast. Feeling her hunger sharply then it was before Ororo carefully peeled the mangoes and sucked on its sweet juice. The tangy flavor filled her entire mouth.
*Wow! These are really good. I could live on this forever! Mangoes are hard to come by in New York, those that are available aren't as tasty as these. It's no wonder Logan won't let me have some.* Ororo thought as she chewed happily on her new treat.
"Glad you could join me." Logan said emerged behind Ororo's back. "I thought you were gone for sure, Weather Goddess."
"I don't have any intention of leaving here, Logan." Ororo stated icily. "I grew fond of this lagoon besides I am sure you enjoyed the peep show earlier while I was bathing."
A grin appeared on Logan's countenance.
"Sure did, darlin'." Logan laughed.
Turning around to face him Ororo glowered at his laughing smile.
"I don't have time for this Logan. I need to know if we can leave this island as soon as possible. You know what, I've changed my mind if there's any way to be as far away from you. I will be the first on the idea." Ororo replied angrily.
"You don't mean that." Logan declared.
"I just did." Ororo hotly answered.
Grabbing her roughly on the arm Logan swung Ororo to him. Grasping her shoulders tightly, Logan pressed her body against him.
"I've had enough of this 'Ro. I don't take insults kindly. You either tell me what's going on in your head or I will........."
"Or you will what?" Ororo countered.
Without another word the battle began.
Logan's mouth started kissing her vehemently on her lips. At first Ororo refused the forced entry, however his tongue pushed until she relented. A hot and passionate kiss erupted.
A distant rumble of thunder forewarned its presence. The sudden change in the winds brought the drizzle it carried. Soaking the struggling couple in mid-battle. The pitter-patter sound of falling water drowned out the groans and hisses. The island animals scattered in the direction of their shelters. The weather had break out in fury under the tension.
^Well? Who had expected that to happen?!?! I know this is totally different from what I wrote before but it took a lot outta me. Its physically exhausting. Seems like the characters themselves took control and came alive. Hopefully you guys will like it or......not. So reviews please??? Btw, thanks y'all readers who had reviewed and liked my story. I can never do these chapters without you guys. xoxo, tp1031
"Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble." --- Shakespeare
"No.........no....NO!!!!!!!" Ororo cried out of sheer terror in her sleep as the nightmare continued in her head.
Logan jerked out of his slumber in time to see Ororo's distress.
"'Ro it's okay, shhhhhh.....shhhhhh....I am right here." Logan gently tugged her out of her frightening dream. His voice provided a comfort to her mind. Unknowingly, Ororo drifted off to sleep again. The nightmare had gone away for the time being.
Logan's eyes languidly traced over Ororo's curves. Sleep had evaded him for the moment as he wondered in amazement that while they were sleeping, Ororo lay cradled in his arms. Her hands splayed against his chest as he unconsciously caressed her long hair.
A slight sniff in the air told him that dawn is just over the horizon. Logan knew he might as well get up because he can't sleep anymore. A rumbling of his stomach let him know that they haven't eaten since the storm. Who knew how long they have been adrift at sea. Although the scene of Ororo lying vulnerable by the lagoon concerned him, Logan knew that she's safe. No other wildlife dangerous enough would attack her except maybe the monkeys that are starting to screech in the early light. With that last thought in mind Logan gave a small chuckle and started towards the beach.
*So warm.....so soft...*
"Whooaat?" Ororo quickly got up in a sitting position. The comfort of someone's voice was gone replaced by the gentle warm air whooshing in her ear. She distinctively remember that someone was with her while she cried out of fear that her nightmare would consume her and she would never escape out of it. Also the snug hold on her body was loosened and then disappeared so quickly that Ororo almost believe that it was all in her imagination. She thanked the Goddess for keeping her safe all this time.
Scanning the area around the lagoon she realized that she is in a foreign place she had never seen before. Her heart pangs struck her, at the thought of not being able to get back on the ship and go home. Her thoughts rapidly drifted to Logan.
"He must have been back at the ship right now! I bet it was all a joke on me concocted by him to have that woman set me up." Ororo grumpily contemplated her situation by herself alone on the island. However, a tiny fear crept into her mind. Logan was her teammate and friend. She couldn't desert him even if she wanted to. His teasing sometimes got to her and she felt that all he could see in her was only a workaholic and a leader of the X-Men. Ororo hated the feeling of jealousy that washes over her whenever Logan looked at Jean. His sensuous lips would curled into a low smile and spoke softly into Jean's ear. Whatever it was, it made Jean blush and laugh. On the other hand, Ororo just faded into the background.
*Whatever, he can survive by himself on his own. He's Wolverine with the healing component for goodness sakes!!!*
Ororo stood up and walked over to the bank of the lagoon to wash off the sand that had accumulated on her skin.
A browbeaten face gazed back at her on the surface of the water. Her usual silky hair was tangled in large knots and the evening dress was torn on one side where it stopped right above her thigh. Sand and dirt clung on the corner of her eyes and cheeks.
"Goddess, I looked like I have been trampled over by a truck!" Ororo exclaimed at her image.
Looking up to see the waterfall rushing down a cliff she decided to wash herself clean by the end of the waterfall instead. Climbing up on a slab of rock she reached the side where the fall is less intense. Taking off her dress Ororo leisurely cleansed her body of the grime. The cool water soothed her nerves while the wildlife perked up with interest. It seems that an element of Mother Nature had decided to immerse herself in the surrounding atmosphere. Like the Goddess she is, the beauty of the island seemed to transform itself. Tropical birds had ceased their squawking and instead a melody of chirping had replaced the offending sounds. Monkeys had stopped their screeching and a low hush pervaded. All eyes of every animal turned to glimpse at the Goddess in her natural environment.
At about this time Logan returned to the lagoon bearing two large clams in one hand and a bunch of bananas and wild berries in the other. Barely brushing past the leaves away from his face, Logan stood stock still in wonder. The scene before his eyes took his breath away. At the same time, he felt slightly embarrassed by his own presence. Logan felt he had intruded upon a sacred sanctuary.
*She's beautiful....no she's beyond beautiful...a true Goddess...her smooth hair.....taut stomach....* Logan's coherent thoughts had stopped at about the same time Ororo turned around to see the supposed intruder. Her nude body was the embodiment of all the marble statues the Greek were trying to achieve of the perfect ideal. The Venus de Milo doesn't even come close.
A loud gasp escaped Ororo's throat, her self-consciousness returned making her shy away under the falls. Logan couldn't see more than a blurry form. Groaning inwardly at his callous stare, he turned back toward the trees near the bank of the lagoon. A few minutes later a dressed Ororo in her frayed gown step out and Logan returned with more fruit than they can possibly eat in a day.
"I see that you are fine and no physical harm I presume?" Ororo's prudish form had returned.
"Yeah. You alright 'Ro?" Logan asked. He flinched the moment Ororo's back straightened and her voice carried on with care and selection. She assumed her facade of detachment in mere seconds. However, her blushing cheeks gave herself away to the attentive Logan.
"You want breakfast? I gathered some bananas, mangoes, and wild berries of sorts." Logan gestured towards the fruit on a large palm leaf at their feet.
"I am fine. I just need to stretch my legs a little. Would you excuse me?" Ororo replied without a glance at the breakfast laid out before her.
"Suit yourself but if you admit that you are hungry later on don't ask me to help you. Because I would finish all of it." Logan snidely remarked. Her cold reply just crossed the line with him.
"Self-fish pig." Ororo calmly stated as a matter of fact which irritated Logan even more.
She turned around and strode off toward the forest barefooted. Since they were in the sea their evening clothes had been turned into rags and even their shoes had been lost in the tossing seas. Two distinguished diners of the Amor wound up in the middle of an unknown island with their shabby dress is quite hilarious. Then again the tension between Ororo and Logan broke the peace on the isle. Even the animals could sense it. There's trouble brewing. A small signal could set it off. Unfortunately, neither Ororo nor Logan knew it's about to happen.
Underneath it all, there's more to their behaviors than meets the eye. Ororo was angry that Logan's near death experience drove her to commit an irrational act by saving him without her own regards. She's usually composed but at the sight of Logan she forgot to rein in her emotions. She hated that Logan could make her feel this way. Logan on the other hand, thought that Ororo's attitude was an impersonal remark of a stranger. He couldn't understand why he could be attracted to a woman like Ororo. A certain quality about her that Logan couldn't quite place, he hated Ororo for making him feel that way.
The splendor of the tropical island set Ororo at ease on her way towards the beach. A gentle breeze had started again and the playful fingers of the wind brushed Ororo's platinum hair around her face. A small parrot with red and yellow feathers had landed on her shoulder to Ororo's surprise. Pecking on a small nut the bird seemed at ease on its temporary perch. Relaxing under the glittering sun Ororo cooed and petted the parrot until it got restless and flew away into the forest.
Disappointed at the bird's absence Ororo continued onward where she had seen the mountains loomed before her. Smiling brightly at the thought of enjoying herself in this paradise of Mother Nature's magnificence Ororo whistled softly while hiking towards the tall mountains.
*This island must have been created by a volcanic eruption thousands of years ago. Similar like the Galapagos there are some unusual looking animals but nonetheless this place is exquisite. It's surprising to realize that a horrible tempest could lead us to this hidden paradise.*
A little out of breath Ororo become conscious that she was on top of a larger cliff than the waterfall before. A sheer drop into the sea on one side and overlooking the island on the other sent rolling shivers into her spine. Ororo could just make out in the distance the small form of Logan in the lagoon.
*Probably eating all the food so I couldn't have any. Well he could just stuff himself rotten for all I care....Oh I didn't mean that....He's kind and thoughtful and caring.....Oh Goddess I didn't just say that! Logan is self-fish, brutish, arrogant, and that all-knowing smirk of his drives me crazy?!! I can't be sensible without him making a mean comment about my detached nature. I can't be a little uncaring and unruly without him criticizing me about being the leader of the X-Men to act a precise way. I can never satisfy his view about me! Hiding in the background was the only way to avoid him and yet I want to be noticed. Like Jean. She's the quintessential beauty of the mansion. I.....I am just someone else.........*
Giving a quiet sigh Ororo turned to head back to the lagoon. She stopped short to bend down and kiss the dry ground with reverence. With a backward glance to remember the place as her sanctuary, Ororo slowly trudged down the pathway.
By the time she had reached the lagoon, Logan was nowhere to be found. However, a few bananas and mangoes were left of Logan's breakfast. Feeling her hunger sharply then it was before Ororo carefully peeled the mangoes and sucked on its sweet juice. The tangy flavor filled her entire mouth.
*Wow! These are really good. I could live on this forever! Mangoes are hard to come by in New York, those that are available aren't as tasty as these. It's no wonder Logan won't let me have some.* Ororo thought as she chewed happily on her new treat.
"Glad you could join me." Logan said emerged behind Ororo's back. "I thought you were gone for sure, Weather Goddess."
"I don't have any intention of leaving here, Logan." Ororo stated icily. "I grew fond of this lagoon besides I am sure you enjoyed the peep show earlier while I was bathing."
A grin appeared on Logan's countenance.
"Sure did, darlin'." Logan laughed.
Turning around to face him Ororo glowered at his laughing smile.
"I don't have time for this Logan. I need to know if we can leave this island as soon as possible. You know what, I've changed my mind if there's any way to be as far away from you. I will be the first on the idea." Ororo replied angrily.
"You don't mean that." Logan declared.
"I just did." Ororo hotly answered.
Grabbing her roughly on the arm Logan swung Ororo to him. Grasping her shoulders tightly, Logan pressed her body against him.
"I've had enough of this 'Ro. I don't take insults kindly. You either tell me what's going on in your head or I will........."
"Or you will what?" Ororo countered.
Without another word the battle began.
Logan's mouth started kissing her vehemently on her lips. At first Ororo refused the forced entry, however his tongue pushed until she relented. A hot and passionate kiss erupted.
A distant rumble of thunder forewarned its presence. The sudden change in the winds brought the drizzle it carried. Soaking the struggling couple in mid-battle. The pitter-patter sound of falling water drowned out the groans and hisses. The island animals scattered in the direction of their shelters. The weather had break out in fury under the tension.
^Well? Who had expected that to happen?!?! I know this is totally different from what I wrote before but it took a lot outta me. Its physically exhausting. Seems like the characters themselves took control and came alive. Hopefully you guys will like it or......not. So reviews please??? Btw, thanks y'all readers who had reviewed and liked my story. I can never do these chapters without you guys. xoxo, tp1031