Chapter 2
Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far. I didn't expect such a response to it but apparently there are more people interested in Ororo's personal life than I thought. I didn't realize there were so many Ro/Lo fans out there.
*Just for reference, I prefer to use the movie version of Logan.
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The large white tent shielded the gatherers of Ororo's wedding from the blaring sunlight that was beaming down upon them. Rows of white chairs were filled with students and friends all buzzing with excitement about the festivities.
"I just hope they don't play that damn cha-cha slide at the reception," Jubilee complained from her second row seat, while fiddling with the lace hem of her blue dress and popping her gum.
"I like that dance," Kitty chimed in, turning from her seat in front of Jubilee.
"That's because it's the only one you can do, and it isn't even that hard since they tell you the steps like you're a moron."
Kitty stuck out her tongue at Jubilee who smirked in return until their little banter was interrupted by their resident Iceman plopping down in his seat next to Jubilee. Bobby slyly looked around him before revealing a napkin full of hors d'oeuvres from the inside of his gray blazer.
"Hey, you're not supposed to eat those yet. They're for the reception," Kitty whined.
"I don't care, I'm starving," Bobby muffled through a mouthful of cheese balls. Before he attempted to stuff yet another one into his mouth, he noticed the eyes of Jubilee and Kitty still on him.
"Okay, okay, you can have some." Bobby unfolded his napkin and held it before them while they greedily took their share.
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Kurt slowly made his way up the aisle, clutching a bible in one hand as his white robe flowed around him.
"Kurt, it is so good to see you after all this time," Professor Xavier greeted him from his wheelchair positioned in the front row.
"It is good to see you as well, Professor." Kurt couldn't imagine better conditions to return to the mansion than to be the one asked to marry one of his closest friends. It had been so long since he had seen Ororo, or anyone for that matter, that he was anxious to catch up with his teammates.
"It looks like the priesthood agrees with you, Kurt." Xavier admired Kurt's new position in the church and his level of dedication to something other than the X-men.
Kurt gave a bashful, yet toothy grin. "Yes Professor, but I'm afraid I'm not too fond of the robe right now," he referred to the rising temperature while pulling on his collar a bit.
"How has everyone been since I left?"
"Oh, nothing too bad Kurt. Just the usual saving of humanity, time and time again." The Professors easy going attitude made Kurt laugh; nothing had changed.
* * *
"Wow, look at Kurt!!!" Kitty whispered enthusiastically to Jubilee as they both fixed their eyes on the dignified blue elf.
"I can't believe you guys are drooling over Kurt. He's a priest for cryin' out loud," Bobby griped as he dusted the crumbs of food off of his gray slacks.
"What's wrong ice pop, you jealous?" Jubilee sneered at him.
"Me, jealous of a grown man in a dress who can't have sex for the rest of his life...I don't think so," he chuckled.
"Well then, you two have something in common." Kitty surprised herself with that one as she realized what had just slipped from her lips. She wasn't known for giving the best insults, and Jubilee's eyes went wide before howling with laughter. Bobby merely glared at her.
"Look half pint...." Bobby stopped in mid come-back when he noticed the eyes of the Professor, Kurt, and a few other guests fixed on the trio. Apparently they were causing a small ruckus and immediately took the hint to shut their mouths, looking somewhat embarrassed.
As the last remaining guests took their seats, the hired string quartet began to play soft music for a little ambiance and to signal that the ceremony was about to begin. Kurt took his position at the head of the room and awaited the signal from Jean that everyone was ready outside.
* * *
Jean stood outside the entrance to the tent, patiently waiting for Ororo to arrive. Her ears perked up when she heard the "shush" of the glass french doors opening from the rec-room, only to be greeted with Rogue prancing towards her with Remy trailing behind.
"Is she ready yet?" Jean was eager to get started.
"Not yet, but she'll be down in a minute." Jean could see that Remy looked a little preoccupied, but for what reason she didn't know.
"Well, Ah hope she doesn't take too long. Ah'm startin' to sweat out here." Rogue drawled as she fidgeted with the sheer sleeves of her dress. Remy grinned at the southern beauty and gallantly brushed a strand of her white streaked hair away from her face, careful not to graze her skin.
"I don' know, chere. A lil' sweat never hurt nobody."
Jean rolled her eyes as Rogue giggled, enjoying Remy's flirtatious nature. "Always the charmer, eh Remy."
"Absolument, chere." *
Jean continued to watch for any sign of Ororo, ignoring the low murmur of music and hushed voices from inside the tent.
"Somethin' wrong, sugah?" Rogue asked while her attention was fixed on Remy, standing patiently as she straightened his black tie.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just wondering what's taking her so long."
* * *
Ororo held up the hem of her gown in two gloved hands as she descended the carpeted staircase. Her shoes made the faintest "clicks" as she walked across the wooden floor towards the rec-room with her train sweeping behind her.
Ororo entered the room slowly, stepping past the large red couch and the pool table situated in the corner. The light from outside filtered into the room and bounced off her satin dress, illuminating her gorgeous figure.
Standing by the glass doors, she kept herself hidden from peering eyes. Mainly those of Jean, who she could see off in the distance with her gaze directed at those same french doors.
"Hey darlin'."
Ororo glanced over her shoulder and found Logan seated behind her against the arm of the sofa. He looked more handsome than she'd ever seen him look, dressed in his black tuxedo with his hair nicely combed, complete with a cigar dangling from his mouth.
"Logan," she rushed over to him and enveloped him in a hug. "I've been waiting for you."
"I've been waiting for you too. What took ya so long?" He stood to admire her better. "I was about to come up there to see if you'd made a run for it."
"I had to change my shoes," Ororo laughed.
Logan's gray eyes looked her over slowly, taking in all of her beauty as if he were trying to sear every inch of her into his brain.
"Logan, why are you looking at me that way?" Ororo looked at him curiously. This was the second man today who had acted strangely around her. The other paced outside with his hands buried in his pockets.
Logan sighed, blowing a stream of smoke from his lips. "You sure you wanna do this, Ro?"
Ororo's eyes went wide as she laughed from the surprise of his question. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"
Logan realized she still didn't know. Damn that Cajun.
"Well, you know what they say about half of all marriages ending in divorce," he mumbled in a gruff voice, avoiding her gaze.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Logan." Logan laughed at the sarcasm in her voice. He enjoyed the change in her, despite the circumstances. Normally she was so straight-laced that some of the guys began to take bets as to what it would take to make her loose her cool.
Logan took her by the hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing himself closer to her. "Ya look beautiful, darlin'. I just thought maybe I could steal ya away and keep ya all to myself."
Ororo blushed and smiled sweetly up at him, squeezing his hand back. Then a coy grin crossed her face causing Logan to cock a curious eyebrow.
"Well, that depends." Her grin grew wider.
"On what?"
"If you cook for me, we can elope right now." Ororo couldn't keep her laughter to herself as Logan gave a bark of laughter.
"You don't want a husband Ro, you want a maid."
"There's nothing sexier than a man who can cook. Especially if he wears an apron."
"Well then, that settles it," Logan sighed, "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to be a gourmet chef."
"I guess so."
"Besides, I already got the tools right here," Logan extended his claws away from her, causing them to glint in the sunlight.
Ororo looked back out towards the tent. Jean, Rogue, and Remy still waited outside, all looking a little impatient now. Jean's red hair gleamed in the sunlight as she stood there with her hands firmly on her hips.
"I guess we should go now," Ororo sounded almost regretful to leave her little moment with Logan behind.
Logan retracted his claws and peered outside at the red haired telepath. "Yeah, Jean's startin' to look pissed."
With a quick motion, Logan chivalrously opened the large french doors allowing Ororo to step out first. As she swept past him, he caught a whiff of her scent on the air. A soft, sweet fragrance...like that of fresh honeysuckles. He groaned to himself, she smelled so good.
Ororo gathered up her train, careful not to let it drag across the grass, stepping gracefully with Logan at her side. Her heart gradually began to beat faster the closer she got to the tent full of people. Yet as she walked she began to notice just how warm it was. Still thinking of others, even on her special day, she created a cool breeze to alleviate some of the discomfort.
"Finally. I was about to send a search party for you two," Jean tried not to sound too irritated as she handed each of the ladies their rose bouquets. Jean popped her head in just slightly and waved to Kurt, signaling to him that Ororo had arrived.
Kurt acknowledged Jean's wave and made a small motion to the string quartet to begin playing "The Wedding March". As the first few notes were played, the guests quieted down and turned their attention towards the back of the tent.
"Well, Cajun. Ready to get this show on the road?" Rogue motioned for Remy to join her.
"With you chere, anytime." The cheerfulness in Remy's voice made Rogue smile as he took her arm and locked it around his. She noticed he looked a little immersed in his own thoughts, but she didn't want to intrude.
Remy escorted Rogue into the tent and down the aisle slowly. His eyes barely registered the gazes of the other guests or the hushed giggles of the flighty young girls in the corner gawking at him. All he could focus on was the presence coming into view before him...that of the groom.
Remy's crimson gaze grew brighter and more fierce all at once. His jaw remained tight and clenched as he approached the end of the aisle and released Rogue from his arm. Taking his position behind the groom, Remy's eye's continued to burn holes right through the back of man's head.
Jean made her way lightly up the white runner unescorted, being that she was Ororo's maid of honor. Even though she had done this once before, she was still nervous and couldn't keep the giddy smile from her face. Her green eyes found her wonderful husband, Scott, seated next to the Professor in the front row. Scott was almost beaming at the sight of his wife, who took her place in front of Rogue.
The guests all stood at once upon seeing Ororo, an exotic vision in white, enter the room with Logan at her side. Ororo could hear the gasps about the crowd, but her attention was focused on sight of her soon to be husband directly ahead of her.
Ororo only took her eyes away from him for a moment, taking in all that surrounded her. The smiles and gazes of all who attended seemed to make her even happier. Even Remy managed to force a sad smile as he stood bravely behind the man he wanted to deck more than anything.
Yet with every step she took, Logan grew noticeably sluggish. Ororo scrunched her brow just a bit as she became aware that she was literally dragging Logan down the aisle.
A few of the guests began to snicker as they saw Ororo struggling to pull Logan alongside her. He even had the nerve to plaster a smirk on his stubbled face as she pulled on his arm trying to retain the slightest bit of composure.
Ororo finally stopped midway up the aisle looking quite agitated. It was bad enough he still had that damn cigar lodged in the corner of his mouth. She had contemplated asking him to put it out, but why try and fight a losing battle.
"Logan, why are you walking so slowly?!" she tried to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Well darlin', this may be the one and only time I ever get to walk ya down the aisle," he smiled to put her at ease while trying to delay the inevitable. "I just wanted it to last a while longer."
Ororo smiled despite the awkwardness of the moment. "Logan, that's very sweet. But I'm not getting any younger, so come on." Ororo jerked him forward and continued her "march" down the aisle, forcefully dragging him behind her as he shuffled his feet.
The music ceased as Ororo and Logan reached the front of the room, and Logan took his place in front of Remy, who was still shooting daggers at the man about to marry his Stormy.
Ororo handed her bouquet to Jean and took Kurt by the hand to greet him. Kurt gave her a smile in return as he opened his book to begin the ceremony. Ororo's gentle blue eyes met those of her groom, standing before her finally.
He looked so handsome and dashing in his black tuxedo with a freshly cut rose in the lapel. His silky dark hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his
mustache was neatly groomed. Even his bronzed colored skin seemed to glow as he smiled at his beautiful white haired goddess.
"Guten tag, my friends," Kurt began, "I'm pleased to stand here before you all on this blessed occasion... the marriage of Ororo to Forge. After quite a lengthy absence, I'm glad to say that this is one circumstance under which I'm proud to be witness to."
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BWUAHAHAHAHA!!! Raise your hands if you said "Forge, WHAT THE F*CK?!!! Now before I get slammed for this one, please remember that there is another chapter coming. Some of you might even get what you asked for....or maybe not.
Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed so far. I didn't expect such a response to it but apparently there are more people interested in Ororo's personal life than I thought. I didn't realize there were so many Ro/Lo fans out there.
*Just for reference, I prefer to use the movie version of Logan.
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The large white tent shielded the gatherers of Ororo's wedding from the blaring sunlight that was beaming down upon them. Rows of white chairs were filled with students and friends all buzzing with excitement about the festivities.
"I just hope they don't play that damn cha-cha slide at the reception," Jubilee complained from her second row seat, while fiddling with the lace hem of her blue dress and popping her gum.
"I like that dance," Kitty chimed in, turning from her seat in front of Jubilee.
"That's because it's the only one you can do, and it isn't even that hard since they tell you the steps like you're a moron."
Kitty stuck out her tongue at Jubilee who smirked in return until their little banter was interrupted by their resident Iceman plopping down in his seat next to Jubilee. Bobby slyly looked around him before revealing a napkin full of hors d'oeuvres from the inside of his gray blazer.
"Hey, you're not supposed to eat those yet. They're for the reception," Kitty whined.
"I don't care, I'm starving," Bobby muffled through a mouthful of cheese balls. Before he attempted to stuff yet another one into his mouth, he noticed the eyes of Jubilee and Kitty still on him.
"Okay, okay, you can have some." Bobby unfolded his napkin and held it before them while they greedily took their share.
* * *
Kurt slowly made his way up the aisle, clutching a bible in one hand as his white robe flowed around him.
"Kurt, it is so good to see you after all this time," Professor Xavier greeted him from his wheelchair positioned in the front row.
"It is good to see you as well, Professor." Kurt couldn't imagine better conditions to return to the mansion than to be the one asked to marry one of his closest friends. It had been so long since he had seen Ororo, or anyone for that matter, that he was anxious to catch up with his teammates.
"It looks like the priesthood agrees with you, Kurt." Xavier admired Kurt's new position in the church and his level of dedication to something other than the X-men.
Kurt gave a bashful, yet toothy grin. "Yes Professor, but I'm afraid I'm not too fond of the robe right now," he referred to the rising temperature while pulling on his collar a bit.
"How has everyone been since I left?"
"Oh, nothing too bad Kurt. Just the usual saving of humanity, time and time again." The Professors easy going attitude made Kurt laugh; nothing had changed.
* * *
"Wow, look at Kurt!!!" Kitty whispered enthusiastically to Jubilee as they both fixed their eyes on the dignified blue elf.
"I can't believe you guys are drooling over Kurt. He's a priest for cryin' out loud," Bobby griped as he dusted the crumbs of food off of his gray slacks.
"What's wrong ice pop, you jealous?" Jubilee sneered at him.
"Me, jealous of a grown man in a dress who can't have sex for the rest of his life...I don't think so," he chuckled.
"Well then, you two have something in common." Kitty surprised herself with that one as she realized what had just slipped from her lips. She wasn't known for giving the best insults, and Jubilee's eyes went wide before howling with laughter. Bobby merely glared at her.
"Look half pint...." Bobby stopped in mid come-back when he noticed the eyes of the Professor, Kurt, and a few other guests fixed on the trio. Apparently they were causing a small ruckus and immediately took the hint to shut their mouths, looking somewhat embarrassed.
As the last remaining guests took their seats, the hired string quartet began to play soft music for a little ambiance and to signal that the ceremony was about to begin. Kurt took his position at the head of the room and awaited the signal from Jean that everyone was ready outside.
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Jean stood outside the entrance to the tent, patiently waiting for Ororo to arrive. Her ears perked up when she heard the "shush" of the glass french doors opening from the rec-room, only to be greeted with Rogue prancing towards her with Remy trailing behind.
"Is she ready yet?" Jean was eager to get started.
"Not yet, but she'll be down in a minute." Jean could see that Remy looked a little preoccupied, but for what reason she didn't know.
"Well, Ah hope she doesn't take too long. Ah'm startin' to sweat out here." Rogue drawled as she fidgeted with the sheer sleeves of her dress. Remy grinned at the southern beauty and gallantly brushed a strand of her white streaked hair away from her face, careful not to graze her skin.
"I don' know, chere. A lil' sweat never hurt nobody."
Jean rolled her eyes as Rogue giggled, enjoying Remy's flirtatious nature. "Always the charmer, eh Remy."
"Absolument, chere." *
Jean continued to watch for any sign of Ororo, ignoring the low murmur of music and hushed voices from inside the tent.
"Somethin' wrong, sugah?" Rogue asked while her attention was fixed on Remy, standing patiently as she straightened his black tie.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm just wondering what's taking her so long."
* * *
Ororo held up the hem of her gown in two gloved hands as she descended the carpeted staircase. Her shoes made the faintest "clicks" as she walked across the wooden floor towards the rec-room with her train sweeping behind her.
Ororo entered the room slowly, stepping past the large red couch and the pool table situated in the corner. The light from outside filtered into the room and bounced off her satin dress, illuminating her gorgeous figure.
Standing by the glass doors, she kept herself hidden from peering eyes. Mainly those of Jean, who she could see off in the distance with her gaze directed at those same french doors.
"Hey darlin'."
Ororo glanced over her shoulder and found Logan seated behind her against the arm of the sofa. He looked more handsome than she'd ever seen him look, dressed in his black tuxedo with his hair nicely combed, complete with a cigar dangling from his mouth.
"Logan," she rushed over to him and enveloped him in a hug. "I've been waiting for you."
"I've been waiting for you too. What took ya so long?" He stood to admire her better. "I was about to come up there to see if you'd made a run for it."
"I had to change my shoes," Ororo laughed.
Logan's gray eyes looked her over slowly, taking in all of her beauty as if he were trying to sear every inch of her into his brain.
"Logan, why are you looking at me that way?" Ororo looked at him curiously. This was the second man today who had acted strangely around her. The other paced outside with his hands buried in his pockets.
Logan sighed, blowing a stream of smoke from his lips. "You sure you wanna do this, Ro?"
Ororo's eyes went wide as she laughed from the surprise of his question. "Of course I do, why wouldn't I?"
Logan realized she still didn't know. Damn that Cajun.
"Well, you know what they say about half of all marriages ending in divorce," he mumbled in a gruff voice, avoiding her gaze.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Logan." Logan laughed at the sarcasm in her voice. He enjoyed the change in her, despite the circumstances. Normally she was so straight-laced that some of the guys began to take bets as to what it would take to make her loose her cool.
Logan took her by the hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing himself closer to her. "Ya look beautiful, darlin'. I just thought maybe I could steal ya away and keep ya all to myself."
Ororo blushed and smiled sweetly up at him, squeezing his hand back. Then a coy grin crossed her face causing Logan to cock a curious eyebrow.
"Well, that depends." Her grin grew wider.
"On what?"
"If you cook for me, we can elope right now." Ororo couldn't keep her laughter to herself as Logan gave a bark of laughter.
"You don't want a husband Ro, you want a maid."
"There's nothing sexier than a man who can cook. Especially if he wears an apron."
"Well then, that settles it," Logan sighed, "I guess I'm gonna have to learn to be a gourmet chef."
"I guess so."
"Besides, I already got the tools right here," Logan extended his claws away from her, causing them to glint in the sunlight.
Ororo looked back out towards the tent. Jean, Rogue, and Remy still waited outside, all looking a little impatient now. Jean's red hair gleamed in the sunlight as she stood there with her hands firmly on her hips.
"I guess we should go now," Ororo sounded almost regretful to leave her little moment with Logan behind.
Logan retracted his claws and peered outside at the red haired telepath. "Yeah, Jean's startin' to look pissed."
With a quick motion, Logan chivalrously opened the large french doors allowing Ororo to step out first. As she swept past him, he caught a whiff of her scent on the air. A soft, sweet fragrance...like that of fresh honeysuckles. He groaned to himself, she smelled so good.
Ororo gathered up her train, careful not to let it drag across the grass, stepping gracefully with Logan at her side. Her heart gradually began to beat faster the closer she got to the tent full of people. Yet as she walked she began to notice just how warm it was. Still thinking of others, even on her special day, she created a cool breeze to alleviate some of the discomfort.
"Finally. I was about to send a search party for you two," Jean tried not to sound too irritated as she handed each of the ladies their rose bouquets. Jean popped her head in just slightly and waved to Kurt, signaling to him that Ororo had arrived.
Kurt acknowledged Jean's wave and made a small motion to the string quartet to begin playing "The Wedding March". As the first few notes were played, the guests quieted down and turned their attention towards the back of the tent.
"Well, Cajun. Ready to get this show on the road?" Rogue motioned for Remy to join her.
"With you chere, anytime." The cheerfulness in Remy's voice made Rogue smile as he took her arm and locked it around his. She noticed he looked a little immersed in his own thoughts, but she didn't want to intrude.
Remy escorted Rogue into the tent and down the aisle slowly. His eyes barely registered the gazes of the other guests or the hushed giggles of the flighty young girls in the corner gawking at him. All he could focus on was the presence coming into view before him...that of the groom.
Remy's crimson gaze grew brighter and more fierce all at once. His jaw remained tight and clenched as he approached the end of the aisle and released Rogue from his arm. Taking his position behind the groom, Remy's eye's continued to burn holes right through the back of man's head.
Jean made her way lightly up the white runner unescorted, being that she was Ororo's maid of honor. Even though she had done this once before, she was still nervous and couldn't keep the giddy smile from her face. Her green eyes found her wonderful husband, Scott, seated next to the Professor in the front row. Scott was almost beaming at the sight of his wife, who took her place in front of Rogue.
The guests all stood at once upon seeing Ororo, an exotic vision in white, enter the room with Logan at her side. Ororo could hear the gasps about the crowd, but her attention was focused on sight of her soon to be husband directly ahead of her.
Ororo only took her eyes away from him for a moment, taking in all that surrounded her. The smiles and gazes of all who attended seemed to make her even happier. Even Remy managed to force a sad smile as he stood bravely behind the man he wanted to deck more than anything.
Yet with every step she took, Logan grew noticeably sluggish. Ororo scrunched her brow just a bit as she became aware that she was literally dragging Logan down the aisle.
A few of the guests began to snicker as they saw Ororo struggling to pull Logan alongside her. He even had the nerve to plaster a smirk on his stubbled face as she pulled on his arm trying to retain the slightest bit of composure.
Ororo finally stopped midway up the aisle looking quite agitated. It was bad enough he still had that damn cigar lodged in the corner of his mouth. She had contemplated asking him to put it out, but why try and fight a losing battle.
"Logan, why are you walking so slowly?!" she tried to keep her voice as low as possible.
"Well darlin', this may be the one and only time I ever get to walk ya down the aisle," he smiled to put her at ease while trying to delay the inevitable. "I just wanted it to last a while longer."
Ororo smiled despite the awkwardness of the moment. "Logan, that's very sweet. But I'm not getting any younger, so come on." Ororo jerked him forward and continued her "march" down the aisle, forcefully dragging him behind her as he shuffled his feet.
The music ceased as Ororo and Logan reached the front of the room, and Logan took his place in front of Remy, who was still shooting daggers at the man about to marry his Stormy.
Ororo handed her bouquet to Jean and took Kurt by the hand to greet him. Kurt gave her a smile in return as he opened his book to begin the ceremony. Ororo's gentle blue eyes met those of her groom, standing before her finally.
He looked so handsome and dashing in his black tuxedo with a freshly cut rose in the lapel. His silky dark hair had been pulled back into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, and his
mustache was neatly groomed. Even his bronzed colored skin seemed to glow as he smiled at his beautiful white haired goddess.
"Guten tag, my friends," Kurt began, "I'm pleased to stand here before you all on this blessed occasion... the marriage of Ororo to Forge. After quite a lengthy absence, I'm glad to say that this is one circumstance under which I'm proud to be witness to."
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* Absolutely
BWUAHAHAHAHA!!! Raise your hands if you said "Forge, WHAT THE F*CK?!!! Now before I get slammed for this one, please remember that there is another chapter coming. Some of you might even get what you asked for....or maybe not.
