More, you say? Your wish is my command!
I know, I'm being a pain in the back but: please R&R!
Sweet revenge part 2-hunting season
The setting sun and the warm breeze had dried the humid grass, and he enjoyed the feel of the
delicate herbs between his toes.
Stopping for a minute at the lake shore, he watched the sun throw red and golden rays of
liquid fire over the surface.
Rummaging through the pockets of his green-blue boxers, he found the little note and read it
again:
´Please come to the pond by sunset,
I need to speak with you
Ororo
P.S: Bring your swimsuit and towel along´
Grinning, Logan continued his way into the forest, knowing she meant the little pool in the
centre of the gardens, few even knew about.
Silky strand of silver and white swirled in the soft current, as long, bronze arms cut elegantly
through the crystal-clear water.
Every movement was equal grace, pride and passion, as she strode towards the shore.
He had watched her for several minutes, mesmerized by her slow, yet powerful swim-style,
wondering idly, if she was skinny-dipping.
Finally, her eyes settled on him, and she smiled softly.
"Logan," she purred, slowly descending the water, "I am glad, you managed."
She stepped out of the pond, and he nearly got a stroke.
The tiny, off-white bikini she wore, was at least one size too small, and so translucent, he
could practically see everything through it.
He heard her talking to him, but was too focused on the skimpy fabric, than to be able to do
anything more than nod in agreement.
Behind a bush, hidden in the undergrowth, blue eyes watched the scene, and full, rosy lips
curled into a comprehending smile.
Storm was enjoying herself very much.
Logan's eyes followed her every move, whether she turned to the left or walked to the right,
his gaze never left her top.
But it was time for her to end the game, never mind how much fun she was having.
Closing the distance between them, Storm noticed his eyes growing larger, and his breathing
suddenly got hitched.
"I am so glad we talked, how about you?" she asked, as she picked up her towel and tied it
loosely around her waist.
Not that it hid anything, really.
"I still need to apologize for earlier", she continued, raising her hands, what caused her towel
to unravel and start falling.
Instinctively, Logan grasped and pulled it up, trying very hard not to ogle, and rasped:
"'Ro, I-"
Soft, warm hands wrapped his face between them, and then he was pulled in for a long,
passionate kiss, that made his toes curl.
Leaves and twigs were being pushed aside by long, honey-coloured fingers, and this time the
smile was unmistakeably triumphant.
*************************************************************
Romance, finally, despite all pranks and fights, we're getting into fluff-or do we?
I know, I'm being a pain in the back but: please R&R!
Sweet revenge part 2-hunting season
The setting sun and the warm breeze had dried the humid grass, and he enjoyed the feel of the
delicate herbs between his toes.
Stopping for a minute at the lake shore, he watched the sun throw red and golden rays of
liquid fire over the surface.
Rummaging through the pockets of his green-blue boxers, he found the little note and read it
again:
´Please come to the pond by sunset,
I need to speak with you
Ororo
P.S: Bring your swimsuit and towel along´
Grinning, Logan continued his way into the forest, knowing she meant the little pool in the
centre of the gardens, few even knew about.
Silky strand of silver and white swirled in the soft current, as long, bronze arms cut elegantly
through the crystal-clear water.
Every movement was equal grace, pride and passion, as she strode towards the shore.
He had watched her for several minutes, mesmerized by her slow, yet powerful swim-style,
wondering idly, if she was skinny-dipping.
Finally, her eyes settled on him, and she smiled softly.
"Logan," she purred, slowly descending the water, "I am glad, you managed."
She stepped out of the pond, and he nearly got a stroke.
The tiny, off-white bikini she wore, was at least one size too small, and so translucent, he
could practically see everything through it.
He heard her talking to him, but was too focused on the skimpy fabric, than to be able to do
anything more than nod in agreement.
Behind a bush, hidden in the undergrowth, blue eyes watched the scene, and full, rosy lips
curled into a comprehending smile.
Storm was enjoying herself very much.
Logan's eyes followed her every move, whether she turned to the left or walked to the right,
his gaze never left her top.
But it was time for her to end the game, never mind how much fun she was having.
Closing the distance between them, Storm noticed his eyes growing larger, and his breathing
suddenly got hitched.
"I am so glad we talked, how about you?" she asked, as she picked up her towel and tied it
loosely around her waist.
Not that it hid anything, really.
"I still need to apologize for earlier", she continued, raising her hands, what caused her towel
to unravel and start falling.
Instinctively, Logan grasped and pulled it up, trying very hard not to ogle, and rasped:
"'Ro, I-"
Soft, warm hands wrapped his face between them, and then he was pulled in for a long,
passionate kiss, that made his toes curl.
Leaves and twigs were being pushed aside by long, honey-coloured fingers, and this time the
smile was unmistakeably triumphant.
*************************************************************
Romance, finally, despite all pranks and fights, we're getting into fluff-or do we?