A/N - I was pleasantly surprised by all the nice reviews! So thank you
everyone, especially for your patience! On with the story!
Ororo groaned as she rolled over onto her back. The sun was streaming into her room so brightly she was sure it was nearly noon.
"I should have been up hours ago!" She covered her eyes with both hands and thought back on last night's events.
"Logan must think I have lost all reasoning," she sighed. She had no desire to get up and face the day much less face Logan.
She thought of how silly she had acted last night. She couldn't remember feeling so terrified for another's life as she had been for Logan's. She was claustrophobic true, but she hadn't been the one that was trapped and had it been her she would have forced a hurricane wind to free her. She felt confident of that since she had dealt with her fear so many times over the years and had freed herself in just that manner before. Yet when she had seen Logan buried alive all she could think of was how her parents had died in the same way and how she had been helpless to save them.
The thought of losing Logan just as she had lost her parents had left her shaken to the core. She could not exactly understand why she had felt so strongly, to the point of crying like a child, but she did know that she could not let that happen again. She would be of no use to Logan or to any of the X-Men if she crumbled like that again.
She stretched for a moment then forced herself to get up. Looking into the mirror above her dresser she smiled sadly at her reflection and shook her head. Her caramel brown skin was smooth and flawless. Her crystal blue eyes were clear and bright. At least she didn't look tired, she thought. Sleeping the day away had seen to that.
"He must think I am crazy . . . and yet he did ask me to accompany him tonight," she frowned at herself and made a face at the mirror.
"Perhaps a light rain shower will clear my head," she murmured as she made her way to the window.
Looking out she saw no one in sight so she slipped her long shapely legs over the windowsill and leapt into the air. Laughing, she twirled upward with the wind till she was just above the compound. Tossing her chemise to the roof she stretched her arms upwards as if giving praise to her Maker. A thundercloud appeared and rain suddenly spilled over her. The smell of rain on a hot summer's day engulfed her as she breathed deeply. She shook her wet hair and reveled in the sheer beauty of the moment. Had anyone observed her they might have thought a goddess had deigned to visit Earth to bless it with her beauty and a much needed rain shower.
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Logan had not slept well. After a hot shower he had tried to sleep but found himself tossing and turning through the night. He'd risen with the sun, thrown on a clean pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt then jogged up to Gateway who had immediately teleported him to the alley across the street from the Princess bar. When he'd seen Abraham and a crew of men trying to repair last night's damage he'd joined right in.
Now that a new door was up and new windows had been put in they were taking a break. Sera was sitting on top of the bar, phone in hand, yelling at someone.
"Ollie, give me a beer," he said as he pulled a stool out. "Two," he added as Abraham joined him.
Taking a long swallow he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and almost sighed. The beer was good and cold. Wiping sweat from his brow he pulled his soaked t-shirt off and flung it on another stool then shook his wet hair like a dog would. Abraham, downed his beer and followed suit showering Logan in the process.
"Hey, bub, watch who yer shakin' that stinkin' stuff at---Red might like it but it don't do nothin' fer me!"
Abe grinned and slapped Logan on the back then winced.
Logan sighed. That boy never seemed to learn. He sure could've used Colossus right about now he thought to himself. Taking another swig of beer & thinking about Peter, he couldn't help but think of Ororo. Peter had been so protective of her when they'd first hooked up as a team he'd almost thought Peter had a thing for the Wind-Rider back then.
"Wind-Rider," he said under his breath then frowned slightly.
He'd never seen her freak out that badly before---to the point of crying! He remembered the day they'd all discovered her claustrophobia almost as if it were yesterday. She'd spaced out so badly she'd been of no use to any of them. But last night she hadn't been the one trapped under that mess so why had she wigged out? Her behavior just didn't make any sense to him and he didn't like that. When she'd thrown herself at him and held on for dear life she'd actually been shaking in deathly fear and that was unacceptable. The thought of her actually being hurt while helping him on one of his so called side trips didn't sit well with him at all, whether it was physical or mental.
After another long swallow of his beer he shook his head and said to himself, "I'm keeping 'Ro out of this from now on."
"What did you say, Patch?" Abraham asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothin', just thinkin' is all. Hey, didn't you say earlier you an' Red're alright now?"
Abraham nodded happily, "I keep her safe at night."
Logan nodded just glad she wouldn't be turning her attention back to him although he knew it wouldn't last. It never did. Broad was too fickle.
"That two bit Foo! I'll have him tarred and feathered if he ever sets foot in my place again!" Sera yelled as she slammed the phone down.
"Whoa, darlin', what's wrong?"
"Shorty, what isn't wrong, hmm?"
"Well, ya wanna tell me this time or not?"
"Hmm, if I didn't tell you before it's a little unlikely I'm telling you now, Patch."
"Fer cryin' out loud, Sera! I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on!"
"Alright, Patch you want to know? Fine! You were right! That little lizard Foo said last night was his doing and he'll do it again if I don't pay up."
"I thought I took care of his stooges the other night!"
"Hmm, so did I but now he says . . ." Sera paused and threw her head back and peals of laughter bombarded Logan. "Oh, this is too rich! Patch, he says he doesn't fear the gaijin any more. Says you can't do anything to stop him."
"Ha ha. How's that funny?" Logan growled.
"I need to laugh at something I guess, hmm?"
"If ya need me to put a hurtin' on him like I did his boys, no problem. I got his bluff alright."
"Hmm, I'm beginning to think I am too old for this business," Sera sighed.
Logan frowned. This just didn't make any sense. Why would Foo say he'd caused the damage last night? How could he claim to have wrecked the joint with that kind of percision? He found himself chuckling as he wondered what Ororo would say if she knew Foo was trying to claim he was the new weather meister in town. He stopped himself for a moment and wondered just what would she do? Cry?
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Ororo had slipped into her favorite shorts and a cool halter then made her way to the kitchen. She had baked pumpkin muffins yesterday using Jean's mother's recipe and they had tasted even better than usual so she was looking forward to having a muffin and a cool glass of milk for breakfast or rather brunch.
"That's odd," she thought to herself as she found one solitary muffin in the bread box.
She had made a huge batch of muffins and two loaves of the delicious bread. She had thought that would have been enough for all nine of them but apparently she was wrong. She found they were also out of milk, which was stranger still since she and Peter had just gone shopping yesterday. How did two gallons of milk disappear that quickly even with nine people?
"What's up, Ororo? Ah thought you were gonna sleep the whole day away!"
Ororo turned to see Rogue ambling over to the refrigerator.
"Didn't y'all get mah sorghum molasses when y'all got groceries?"
"We specifically went to Kentucky to purchase it just as you requested. Let me look."
"You find it, sugah?" Rogue asked as she looked in the refrigerator crispers.
"This is very strange," Ororo said after looking through all the cupboards. "We purchased the largest jar they had!"
"Drat an' tarnation! Ah guess ah can't have mah cornpone an' sorghum," Rogue sighed as she grabbed a banana.
"Ah don't mind so much but ah was really lookin' forward to some good ol' Kentucky sorghum! Shoot! Any muffins left?" she asked hopefully.
"I have the last one."
"That just doesn't make any sense! Who's eatin' all the food? It ain't like we're feedin' hogs!"
Ororo laughed.
"Well looky here, ah found mah sorghum! It's in the trash!"
Ororo went over to look. The jar was lying in a broken heap on top of the rest of the rubbish.
"We can always get some more, Rogue."
"Yeah, but whoever broke it's gonna pay. They could've at least told me! Ah'm the only one here who likes it!"
Ororo smiled as Rouge pouted. "I will have a talk with everyone and revise our shopping lists. Apparently some of us have been rather famished."
"Or they're hoardin' the stuff," Rouge grumbled as she angrily peeled her banana.
"Do you know where everyone is this morning?"
"It ain't mornin', sugah," Rogue grinned. "But Betsy, Maddie an' Longshot are watchin' TV. I think Petey's paintin' an' Dazz's probably out joggin' with Alex."
"And Logan?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders, "Guess is he's still sleepin' but who knows? He's been keepin' to himself a lot lately."
"That is true," Ororo tried not to smile. "I think I will see if he is up yet."
"Suit yerself but ah wouldn't wanna be the one tryin' ta wake him up! That's like tryin' ta wake a grizzly in the middle of a winter nap. I ain't that brave!"
Ororo smiled and headed towards the stairs. She knocked several times on Logan's door but there was no response. She hesitantly tried the handle and found it wasn't locked so she called out his name and stuck her head in the door just a bit. She was surprised to see his bed was made and Logan no where in the room.
"Good afternoon, Ororo! I was just looking for you!" Peter greeted Ororo who had been so startled she'd jumped.
"Good afternoon, little brother," she smiled, feeling rather foolish. "How can I help you?"
"I'd like to finish painting your portrait if this is a good time for you?"
"Perhaps a little later, Peter. I really must find Logan. Have you seen him?"
"No," Peter shrugged. "He has been keeping much too himself these days."
"Thank you, Peter. I wonder where he's gotten off to so early?" She muttered to herself as she went back downstairs.
She stepped outside into the heat of the day and sighed blissfully. The sun felt so good. It was a beautiful day. Just then she saw Alison, the Dazzler and Alex jog up. Both had worked up a good sweat. Alison leaned against the building and groaned. Alex greeted Ororo and began to stretch.
"Have either of you seen Logan?" Ororo asked.
"Left," Alison said, too out of breath to elaborate.
Ororo turned to go inside but stopped as Alison came up the steps.
"Coming through, I need water!"
"Bring me a bottle, will you?" Alex asked as he continued stretching.
"On it! Oh, by the way, Storm, have you seen Longshot?" Alison asked.
Storm smiled, "Rogue said he is watching TV."
"She's probably trying to move in on my guy!" Allison muttered as she hurried off.
"Love's never a smooth course," Alex said.
"Remember that," Ororo said as she took to the sky. She knew Alex was beginning to get too close to Madelyne and she didn't feel comfortable with that. Maddie was his brother Scott's wife and it was bad enough that Scott thought she was dead.
"Have I truly made the right choice hiding here in the Outback?" She wondered as she flew through the air like a bullet.
Just as she was landing she saw Gateway begin to spin his bullroarer. She felt a momentary stillness and then she was gone.
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Sera was sitting in her usual spot right on the countertop of the bar when she spotted Ororo entering.
"Hmm, more trouble. Your mystery lady has returned, Patch."
Abraham who was facing the door whistled loud and long. A couple of the other construction crewmen chimed in. Logan frowned at Abraham then turned to the door. He almost dropped his cigar at what he saw. Ororo, half dressed in the shortest of shorts and barest of tops, her long hair somewhat wildly hanging upon her shoulders and sporting a look that could kill.
Ororo ignored the men and with head held high walked slowly towards Logan. Sera waved her hand impatiently at the men and they went back to their work.
"I thought I would find you here . . . Patch."
"Thought we were meetin' up tonight?" he growled.
"Yes, but when I woke up and found you had left, I became . . . worried."
Logan looked her up and down and said, "Not worried enough to put some proper clothes on, eh, Daisy?"
"Daisy?"
"Well, yer sure wearin' the hell outta those daisy dukes!"
"What on earth . . . ?"
"Dukes of Hazard," he said matter of factly then laughed. "I fergot, you wouldn't know about an American TV show, you not bein' American an all."
Ororo just stared at him her look never changing.
"Alright already! Sit down and relax," he pulled out a stool for her.
"Now what was yer name again?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"My name?" she was getting angrier by the minute but then she remembered she had used her mothers name last night. "N'Dare."
"Well, N'Dare I don't quite remember last night but I sure would like to experience it again!"
Sera and Abe laughed at this comment and Ororo frowned, not quite understanding him.
"But first we gotta get some rules straight."
"What?"
"You can't come hunting me down just cause you wake up lonely . . . ."
"Lonely?"
"And ya can't go runnin' around with me lookin' like that!"
Ororo was seething now. She grabbed him by the arm and started to give him a tongue lashing that he'd never forget but Logan had other ideas.
"And yer too eager, darlin' but I'll accommodate ya today," he grinned and shook her arm off then pulled her close to him.
He saw her bewilderment just briefly before he kissed her. She started to push herself away from him but instead felt the solidness of his hairy chest and found herself being lost in his kiss.
"Hmm, take it upstairs if you feel the need," Sera snapped.
Logan let Ororo go and gave her stool a little spin as he stood up.
"Don't mind if I do, come on, Daisy." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her upstairs. Ororo went without protest.
Ororo groaned as she rolled over onto her back. The sun was streaming into her room so brightly she was sure it was nearly noon.
"I should have been up hours ago!" She covered her eyes with both hands and thought back on last night's events.
"Logan must think I have lost all reasoning," she sighed. She had no desire to get up and face the day much less face Logan.
She thought of how silly she had acted last night. She couldn't remember feeling so terrified for another's life as she had been for Logan's. She was claustrophobic true, but she hadn't been the one that was trapped and had it been her she would have forced a hurricane wind to free her. She felt confident of that since she had dealt with her fear so many times over the years and had freed herself in just that manner before. Yet when she had seen Logan buried alive all she could think of was how her parents had died in the same way and how she had been helpless to save them.
The thought of losing Logan just as she had lost her parents had left her shaken to the core. She could not exactly understand why she had felt so strongly, to the point of crying like a child, but she did know that she could not let that happen again. She would be of no use to Logan or to any of the X-Men if she crumbled like that again.
She stretched for a moment then forced herself to get up. Looking into the mirror above her dresser she smiled sadly at her reflection and shook her head. Her caramel brown skin was smooth and flawless. Her crystal blue eyes were clear and bright. At least she didn't look tired, she thought. Sleeping the day away had seen to that.
"He must think I am crazy . . . and yet he did ask me to accompany him tonight," she frowned at herself and made a face at the mirror.
"Perhaps a light rain shower will clear my head," she murmured as she made her way to the window.
Looking out she saw no one in sight so she slipped her long shapely legs over the windowsill and leapt into the air. Laughing, she twirled upward with the wind till she was just above the compound. Tossing her chemise to the roof she stretched her arms upwards as if giving praise to her Maker. A thundercloud appeared and rain suddenly spilled over her. The smell of rain on a hot summer's day engulfed her as she breathed deeply. She shook her wet hair and reveled in the sheer beauty of the moment. Had anyone observed her they might have thought a goddess had deigned to visit Earth to bless it with her beauty and a much needed rain shower.
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Logan had not slept well. After a hot shower he had tried to sleep but found himself tossing and turning through the night. He'd risen with the sun, thrown on a clean pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt then jogged up to Gateway who had immediately teleported him to the alley across the street from the Princess bar. When he'd seen Abraham and a crew of men trying to repair last night's damage he'd joined right in.
Now that a new door was up and new windows had been put in they were taking a break. Sera was sitting on top of the bar, phone in hand, yelling at someone.
"Ollie, give me a beer," he said as he pulled a stool out. "Two," he added as Abraham joined him.
Taking a long swallow he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and almost sighed. The beer was good and cold. Wiping sweat from his brow he pulled his soaked t-shirt off and flung it on another stool then shook his wet hair like a dog would. Abraham, downed his beer and followed suit showering Logan in the process.
"Hey, bub, watch who yer shakin' that stinkin' stuff at---Red might like it but it don't do nothin' fer me!"
Abe grinned and slapped Logan on the back then winced.
Logan sighed. That boy never seemed to learn. He sure could've used Colossus right about now he thought to himself. Taking another swig of beer & thinking about Peter, he couldn't help but think of Ororo. Peter had been so protective of her when they'd first hooked up as a team he'd almost thought Peter had a thing for the Wind-Rider back then.
"Wind-Rider," he said under his breath then frowned slightly.
He'd never seen her freak out that badly before---to the point of crying! He remembered the day they'd all discovered her claustrophobia almost as if it were yesterday. She'd spaced out so badly she'd been of no use to any of them. But last night she hadn't been the one trapped under that mess so why had she wigged out? Her behavior just didn't make any sense to him and he didn't like that. When she'd thrown herself at him and held on for dear life she'd actually been shaking in deathly fear and that was unacceptable. The thought of her actually being hurt while helping him on one of his so called side trips didn't sit well with him at all, whether it was physical or mental.
After another long swallow of his beer he shook his head and said to himself, "I'm keeping 'Ro out of this from now on."
"What did you say, Patch?" Abraham asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothin', just thinkin' is all. Hey, didn't you say earlier you an' Red're alright now?"
Abraham nodded happily, "I keep her safe at night."
Logan nodded just glad she wouldn't be turning her attention back to him although he knew it wouldn't last. It never did. Broad was too fickle.
"That two bit Foo! I'll have him tarred and feathered if he ever sets foot in my place again!" Sera yelled as she slammed the phone down.
"Whoa, darlin', what's wrong?"
"Shorty, what isn't wrong, hmm?"
"Well, ya wanna tell me this time or not?"
"Hmm, if I didn't tell you before it's a little unlikely I'm telling you now, Patch."
"Fer cryin' out loud, Sera! I can't help you if you don't tell me what's going on!"
"Alright, Patch you want to know? Fine! You were right! That little lizard Foo said last night was his doing and he'll do it again if I don't pay up."
"I thought I took care of his stooges the other night!"
"Hmm, so did I but now he says . . ." Sera paused and threw her head back and peals of laughter bombarded Logan. "Oh, this is too rich! Patch, he says he doesn't fear the gaijin any more. Says you can't do anything to stop him."
"Ha ha. How's that funny?" Logan growled.
"I need to laugh at something I guess, hmm?"
"If ya need me to put a hurtin' on him like I did his boys, no problem. I got his bluff alright."
"Hmm, I'm beginning to think I am too old for this business," Sera sighed.
Logan frowned. This just didn't make any sense. Why would Foo say he'd caused the damage last night? How could he claim to have wrecked the joint with that kind of percision? He found himself chuckling as he wondered what Ororo would say if she knew Foo was trying to claim he was the new weather meister in town. He stopped himself for a moment and wondered just what would she do? Cry?
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Ororo had slipped into her favorite shorts and a cool halter then made her way to the kitchen. She had baked pumpkin muffins yesterday using Jean's mother's recipe and they had tasted even better than usual so she was looking forward to having a muffin and a cool glass of milk for breakfast or rather brunch.
"That's odd," she thought to herself as she found one solitary muffin in the bread box.
She had made a huge batch of muffins and two loaves of the delicious bread. She had thought that would have been enough for all nine of them but apparently she was wrong. She found they were also out of milk, which was stranger still since she and Peter had just gone shopping yesterday. How did two gallons of milk disappear that quickly even with nine people?
"What's up, Ororo? Ah thought you were gonna sleep the whole day away!"
Ororo turned to see Rogue ambling over to the refrigerator.
"Didn't y'all get mah sorghum molasses when y'all got groceries?"
"We specifically went to Kentucky to purchase it just as you requested. Let me look."
"You find it, sugah?" Rogue asked as she looked in the refrigerator crispers.
"This is very strange," Ororo said after looking through all the cupboards. "We purchased the largest jar they had!"
"Drat an' tarnation! Ah guess ah can't have mah cornpone an' sorghum," Rogue sighed as she grabbed a banana.
"Ah don't mind so much but ah was really lookin' forward to some good ol' Kentucky sorghum! Shoot! Any muffins left?" she asked hopefully.
"I have the last one."
"That just doesn't make any sense! Who's eatin' all the food? It ain't like we're feedin' hogs!"
Ororo laughed.
"Well looky here, ah found mah sorghum! It's in the trash!"
Ororo went over to look. The jar was lying in a broken heap on top of the rest of the rubbish.
"We can always get some more, Rogue."
"Yeah, but whoever broke it's gonna pay. They could've at least told me! Ah'm the only one here who likes it!"
Ororo smiled as Rouge pouted. "I will have a talk with everyone and revise our shopping lists. Apparently some of us have been rather famished."
"Or they're hoardin' the stuff," Rouge grumbled as she angrily peeled her banana.
"Do you know where everyone is this morning?"
"It ain't mornin', sugah," Rogue grinned. "But Betsy, Maddie an' Longshot are watchin' TV. I think Petey's paintin' an' Dazz's probably out joggin' with Alex."
"And Logan?"
Rogue shrugged her shoulders, "Guess is he's still sleepin' but who knows? He's been keepin' to himself a lot lately."
"That is true," Ororo tried not to smile. "I think I will see if he is up yet."
"Suit yerself but ah wouldn't wanna be the one tryin' ta wake him up! That's like tryin' ta wake a grizzly in the middle of a winter nap. I ain't that brave!"
Ororo smiled and headed towards the stairs. She knocked several times on Logan's door but there was no response. She hesitantly tried the handle and found it wasn't locked so she called out his name and stuck her head in the door just a bit. She was surprised to see his bed was made and Logan no where in the room.
"Good afternoon, Ororo! I was just looking for you!" Peter greeted Ororo who had been so startled she'd jumped.
"Good afternoon, little brother," she smiled, feeling rather foolish. "How can I help you?"
"I'd like to finish painting your portrait if this is a good time for you?"
"Perhaps a little later, Peter. I really must find Logan. Have you seen him?"
"No," Peter shrugged. "He has been keeping much too himself these days."
"Thank you, Peter. I wonder where he's gotten off to so early?" She muttered to herself as she went back downstairs.
She stepped outside into the heat of the day and sighed blissfully. The sun felt so good. It was a beautiful day. Just then she saw Alison, the Dazzler and Alex jog up. Both had worked up a good sweat. Alison leaned against the building and groaned. Alex greeted Ororo and began to stretch.
"Have either of you seen Logan?" Ororo asked.
"Left," Alison said, too out of breath to elaborate.
Ororo turned to go inside but stopped as Alison came up the steps.
"Coming through, I need water!"
"Bring me a bottle, will you?" Alex asked as he continued stretching.
"On it! Oh, by the way, Storm, have you seen Longshot?" Alison asked.
Storm smiled, "Rogue said he is watching TV."
"She's probably trying to move in on my guy!" Allison muttered as she hurried off.
"Love's never a smooth course," Alex said.
"Remember that," Ororo said as she took to the sky. She knew Alex was beginning to get too close to Madelyne and she didn't feel comfortable with that. Maddie was his brother Scott's wife and it was bad enough that Scott thought she was dead.
"Have I truly made the right choice hiding here in the Outback?" She wondered as she flew through the air like a bullet.
Just as she was landing she saw Gateway begin to spin his bullroarer. She felt a momentary stillness and then she was gone.
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Sera was sitting in her usual spot right on the countertop of the bar when she spotted Ororo entering.
"Hmm, more trouble. Your mystery lady has returned, Patch."
Abraham who was facing the door whistled loud and long. A couple of the other construction crewmen chimed in. Logan frowned at Abraham then turned to the door. He almost dropped his cigar at what he saw. Ororo, half dressed in the shortest of shorts and barest of tops, her long hair somewhat wildly hanging upon her shoulders and sporting a look that could kill.
Ororo ignored the men and with head held high walked slowly towards Logan. Sera waved her hand impatiently at the men and they went back to their work.
"I thought I would find you here . . . Patch."
"Thought we were meetin' up tonight?" he growled.
"Yes, but when I woke up and found you had left, I became . . . worried."
Logan looked her up and down and said, "Not worried enough to put some proper clothes on, eh, Daisy?"
"Daisy?"
"Well, yer sure wearin' the hell outta those daisy dukes!"
"What on earth . . . ?"
"Dukes of Hazard," he said matter of factly then laughed. "I fergot, you wouldn't know about an American TV show, you not bein' American an all."
Ororo just stared at him her look never changing.
"Alright already! Sit down and relax," he pulled out a stool for her.
"Now what was yer name again?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"My name?" she was getting angrier by the minute but then she remembered she had used her mothers name last night. "N'Dare."
"Well, N'Dare I don't quite remember last night but I sure would like to experience it again!"
Sera and Abe laughed at this comment and Ororo frowned, not quite understanding him.
"But first we gotta get some rules straight."
"What?"
"You can't come hunting me down just cause you wake up lonely . . . ."
"Lonely?"
"And ya can't go runnin' around with me lookin' like that!"
Ororo was seething now. She grabbed him by the arm and started to give him a tongue lashing that he'd never forget but Logan had other ideas.
"And yer too eager, darlin' but I'll accommodate ya today," he grinned and shook her arm off then pulled her close to him.
He saw her bewilderment just briefly before he kissed her. She started to push herself away from him but instead felt the solidness of his hairy chest and found herself being lost in his kiss.
"Hmm, take it upstairs if you feel the need," Sera snapped.
Logan let Ororo go and gave her stool a little spin as he stood up.
"Don't mind if I do, come on, Daisy." He scooped her up into his arms and carried her upstairs. Ororo went without protest.