Disclaimer: As you probably know, I do not own the X-men in any way. Hell if I did, Wolvie and Stormy would have done been together by now.

~Hello all, here's the first official chapter of Bittersweet Desire. I hope you all enjoy it and please RnR!

Chapter 1

It had been three days since Logan had told Ororo how he had felt about her and she was still avoiding everyone. She stayed in her room and tended to her flowers as her mind raced around what he had told her.

"Hey, anytime. You know I care about ya…" he had said.

"In what way do you mean, Logan?"

"In all ways possible, 'Ro."

Ororo set down her pitcher of water, if she didn't stop she was going to drown her flowers. Drown…Logan saved me once when I was going to drown. Her mind drifted back to when Magneto had trapped her underwater. Logan had come down to cut her free and he had shared his breath with her. She'd teased him later about it being a sly way to steal a kiss. She had always felt at ease with him and she knew that she could always rely on him and trust him. It was a comforting thought that she had always taken for granted until now. How long has he had those feelings for me? How long have I been mocking him by the way I take him for granted? Always talking and confiding in him about my thoughts of Forge… Goddess, please tell me what I should do. She abandoned her plant care, there was nothing more she could do, and sat on her bed. She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a picture frame that held a photo of Forge. She felt a tear slip down her cheek as she gazed at it. I still hold the hope that you will return for me. I am a fool. After all these years, I still can't let you go. I was going to say yes, Forge… I was going to say yes. She laid her head in her hands and cried softly. She spent many nights this way since he had left.

Logan prowled around the grounds of the mansion in a fowl mood. He hadn't expected her to avoid him, not to mention everyone else, for this long. Maybe I shoulda told her earlier…or later…hell maybe not at all. A low growl came from his throat. If I could get my hands on Forge… He continued to prowl, until he came to the danger room. A smirk grew on his face. Maybe I can get my hands…not to mention, my claws, on Forge. He took a few minutes to program what he wanted into the computer and then let out his claws with their trademark "snikt," and entered, locking the doors behind him. He crouched down, waiting for the computer to load and snarled as hundreds of Forges filled the room. For the next half an hour (he took his time), he gleefully slashed his claws along Forge's image, taking out one after another until he was left with an empty room and smoldering clothing. He walked out of the danger room feeling refreshed and not quite as frustrated. 'Bout time for a brew, I think, he thought, making his way up to the kitchen.

Ororo took a moment to compose herself and dry her eyes. She figured it was time she make an appearance before everyone came knocking at her door. She opened her door and slipped out, making her way to the kitchen, hoping for a fresh cup of coffee. She walked through the doorway and stopped in her tracks.

"Hey 'Ro, you doin' alright?" Logan asked her

"Oh, yes, of course. What about you, Logan? What has happened to your clothing?" she asked, eyeing his burnt remnants of a shirt.

"Danger room session, nothing special. Wanna beer?"

She immediately shook her head, "No, coffee for me, preferrably."

"Comin' right up, darlin'."

He turned and grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured the coffee for her. She watched him, not realizing he knew how she liked her coffee. He handed it to her with a smile and a wink. She could not help but smile back.

"Thank you, Logan."

"Don't mention it, darlin'."

"Logan, about the other day. I…I have been thinking and…"

"Are ya sure yer ready to talk about this?"

"I need to. I cannot justify making you wait any longer. All this time since Forge left, I have held the hope, the belief that he would return for me. Your words yesterday have helped me realize that it is not going to happen that way. That realization had opened new wounds in my heart. Logan, you know that I care for you, that you are one of my dearest friends. I cannot in a good state of mind return any deeper feelings than those of a friend. It would not be fair to you, nor to me. I am sorry."

"'Ro, ya don't need to apologize. I shoulda kept my big mouth shut."

"No. I am glad that you told me, Logan. Perhaps I can begin to heal now. I can put Forge behind me."

He watched her closely as she spoke, he could see the moisture growing in her eyes and it was only a matter of time before those tears spilled over. A frown grew on his face as he thought of her crying. He knew that she spent many of her nights crying over Forge, she'd told him as much before. Somehow it was different now. She shouldn't have to cry over him, let alone cry alone. Why had he never been there for her before. With a new resolve, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her up against him. He tightly wrapped his arms around her, ignoring her exclamation of surprise.

"If ya need ta cry, darlin', I'm here," he said, softly.

She stopped for a moment, staring straight ahead, then her shoulders began to shake. At first he thought she had been laughing, but he realized that she was crying. He held her tightly in his arms, whispering what he hoped where comforting things into her ear. After what seemed like an eternity, her tears subsided. She pulled back and began to wipe away her tears. Logan grabbed her hand and tenderly brushed away her tears.

"I should not have done that. I am sorry," she said, looking away from him.

"Darlin', that's something you've been needin' ta do since the bastard left ya."

She gave him a sharp look and he shrugged.

"I've got low opinions of him, darlin'."

She shook her head and let out a sigh, "It seems I have been thanking you a lot lately, Logan. I would like to repay you somehow."

He gave her a grin, "Ya could let me take ya out and get yer mind off yer troubles for a while."

She looked at him for a moment and broke out into a grin, unable to help herself, "Very well, then, Logan. It is a date."

~Well, that's the end of chapter 1. As always, the more reviews I get, the more inspired I am to write. Bye everybody!~