A/N - Wow! Ladies and gentlemen you are all the greatest reviewers! Thank
you so much! Reviews make me want to update ASAP! I hope everyone's seen
X-2 by now-it's a spectacular movie even though there's no RoLo.
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Chapter Four - Nightmares
After the long flight to Japan the Professor, feeling jet lagged, retired to his hotel room; Kurt and Logan decided to hit the bar and Ororo decided to follow the Professor's example. She unpacked first then, feeling a little jet lagged herself, she laid down for a nap. How long she slept she had no idea but when she awoke the room was shrouded in darkness and she heard a moan of deep pain followed by a muffled shout coming from the room next to hers. She listened for a few minutes and heard nothing else but just as she was beginning to relax the groaning resumed.
Logan! The sounds were coming from Logan's room, she realized even as she hurriedly slipped into a short robe, and headed to his room. When she knocked several times and received no response she went back to her own room and dug through her carry on bag. Momentarily, her search produced high tech lock picks. Holding one of the picks in her hand she went to her door and listened, hesitating to invade Logan's privacy and hoping he would settle down. Shortly another shout was heard but this seemed to be more desperate. She hurried to Logan's room, lock pick in hand.
Being an expert thief with superior lock picking skills she was able to open the door in mere moments but upon entering the room she was startled to see Logan, drenched in sweat, moaning and thrashing on his bed as if he were lashing out at someone or something. He looked so tortured and so wild that her heart went out to him. She wanted to help him but knew attempting to wake him could very well kill her as he'd almost killed Rogue once. Still, she approached his bed reaching out to him and with only a moment's hesitation she gently tugged at his foot calling his name. Logan, reacting purely on instinct, sat up thrusting his claws out ready to attack. Storm stood her ground, her hands now at her sides.
"Logan?"
"Ro? What're you doing here?" He asked, his voice gruff with sleep.
"I heard you calling out."
He squinted at her in the dark room then grinned. Ororo's robe had fallen open though she didn't seem to be aware of it. She seemed more concerned for him he thought and felt a little ashamed for enjoying the view so much. When she turned to leave without a word he thought he'd offended her and wished he hadn't been leering. He wished she would stay but he didn't quite know what to say. Sorry maybe? He grinned when he saw her looking down her front then stop a moment to tighten the loose belt to her robe. Now he was in for it, he thought but she continued on her way wordlessly. He lay back on his bed feeling conflicting emotions, not understanding why. After several minutes he heard a gentle knock and Ororo let herself in again, carrying a large bundle of white towels in her arms.
Logan sat up, curious as to why she'd returned. "What's with all the . . .?"
"Sssh," she cut him off and set the towels on the nightstand. She took a thick towel and reaching behind him she placed it where he had been laying then pushed him back so he was resting on it. She smiled peacefully at him then reached into a small container that had been hidden in the many towels.
"Ahhh," Logan moaned in pleasure when the soft warm wet cloth touched his skin.
Ororo let water trickle onto his chest as she wrung the wet cloth out. Water trailed down his sides and settled in the towel beneath him. Taking the damp cloth she then began rubbing his chest and face free of sweat. Logan closed his eyes, trying not to grin like a kid but failed.
"That feels nice," he said.
After a while Ororo got up, she went into his bathroom and he wondered what she was doing then felt silly for being so nosey. When she returned she laid a cool cloth on his brow then began drying his chest off. When she finished drying him off she stood and looked down at him. She couldn't help but smile; he looked so content now. She leaned over him and pulled him up so she could retrieve the damp towel. Logan's arms automatically slipped around her but he felt her pushing him back down, down onto another towel but this one was dry, almost warm and smelling of her as if she had warmed it against her body. He felt overwhelmed with a warm peacefulness, something he had never experienced before. Or at least he couldn't remember a time when he'd felt so pampered and cared for. He had noticed that no one but Ororo made him feel this way.
He didn't want her to leave, wanted to greedily keep her near him yet she was turning away as if to go. He reached out, almost falling out of the bed, the cool cloth falling to the floor unheeded, but he caught her by her wrist and pulled her to him. They fell back onto the bed, Ororo on top of Logan, and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment. When Logan said nothing Ororo pushed off of him using his chest for leverage but she laughed good-naturedly making no move to stand up.
"You're something else, Ro. I can't figure you out. You're so . . . caring . . . so good . . . so kind. I mean I never had anyone treat me like you do."
"You're a good man, Logan."
He desperately wanted her to stay. He wanted to pull her to him. He wanted to hold her through the night basking in the warmth of her body and the pure fresh fragrance of her natural scent but he didn't know how to convey that to her without coming off like a horny teenager. And he was horny all right but it was more than that too. Something he had never felt before.
"Thank you," Logan said quietly.
Ororo titled her head to one side and smiled. "Did you want anything else?"
Yes! He wanted to shout but instead he shook his head not knowing how to tell her. He closed his eyes when her lips brushed his cheek briefly then she gathered up the towels and the container and walked to the door. He wanted to stop her, keep her but he let her go. Before shutting the door behind her she turned and looked at him. He is a good man, she thought. She liked him probably more than she should but she dismissed that thought immediately. He was family.
"You're welcome," she said softly before she closed the door.
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Chapter Four - Nightmares
After the long flight to Japan the Professor, feeling jet lagged, retired to his hotel room; Kurt and Logan decided to hit the bar and Ororo decided to follow the Professor's example. She unpacked first then, feeling a little jet lagged herself, she laid down for a nap. How long she slept she had no idea but when she awoke the room was shrouded in darkness and she heard a moan of deep pain followed by a muffled shout coming from the room next to hers. She listened for a few minutes and heard nothing else but just as she was beginning to relax the groaning resumed.
Logan! The sounds were coming from Logan's room, she realized even as she hurriedly slipped into a short robe, and headed to his room. When she knocked several times and received no response she went back to her own room and dug through her carry on bag. Momentarily, her search produced high tech lock picks. Holding one of the picks in her hand she went to her door and listened, hesitating to invade Logan's privacy and hoping he would settle down. Shortly another shout was heard but this seemed to be more desperate. She hurried to Logan's room, lock pick in hand.
Being an expert thief with superior lock picking skills she was able to open the door in mere moments but upon entering the room she was startled to see Logan, drenched in sweat, moaning and thrashing on his bed as if he were lashing out at someone or something. He looked so tortured and so wild that her heart went out to him. She wanted to help him but knew attempting to wake him could very well kill her as he'd almost killed Rogue once. Still, she approached his bed reaching out to him and with only a moment's hesitation she gently tugged at his foot calling his name. Logan, reacting purely on instinct, sat up thrusting his claws out ready to attack. Storm stood her ground, her hands now at her sides.
"Logan?"
"Ro? What're you doing here?" He asked, his voice gruff with sleep.
"I heard you calling out."
He squinted at her in the dark room then grinned. Ororo's robe had fallen open though she didn't seem to be aware of it. She seemed more concerned for him he thought and felt a little ashamed for enjoying the view so much. When she turned to leave without a word he thought he'd offended her and wished he hadn't been leering. He wished she would stay but he didn't quite know what to say. Sorry maybe? He grinned when he saw her looking down her front then stop a moment to tighten the loose belt to her robe. Now he was in for it, he thought but she continued on her way wordlessly. He lay back on his bed feeling conflicting emotions, not understanding why. After several minutes he heard a gentle knock and Ororo let herself in again, carrying a large bundle of white towels in her arms.
Logan sat up, curious as to why she'd returned. "What's with all the . . .?"
"Sssh," she cut him off and set the towels on the nightstand. She took a thick towel and reaching behind him she placed it where he had been laying then pushed him back so he was resting on it. She smiled peacefully at him then reached into a small container that had been hidden in the many towels.
"Ahhh," Logan moaned in pleasure when the soft warm wet cloth touched his skin.
Ororo let water trickle onto his chest as she wrung the wet cloth out. Water trailed down his sides and settled in the towel beneath him. Taking the damp cloth she then began rubbing his chest and face free of sweat. Logan closed his eyes, trying not to grin like a kid but failed.
"That feels nice," he said.
After a while Ororo got up, she went into his bathroom and he wondered what she was doing then felt silly for being so nosey. When she returned she laid a cool cloth on his brow then began drying his chest off. When she finished drying him off she stood and looked down at him. She couldn't help but smile; he looked so content now. She leaned over him and pulled him up so she could retrieve the damp towel. Logan's arms automatically slipped around her but he felt her pushing him back down, down onto another towel but this one was dry, almost warm and smelling of her as if she had warmed it against her body. He felt overwhelmed with a warm peacefulness, something he had never experienced before. Or at least he couldn't remember a time when he'd felt so pampered and cared for. He had noticed that no one but Ororo made him feel this way.
He didn't want her to leave, wanted to greedily keep her near him yet she was turning away as if to go. He reached out, almost falling out of the bed, the cool cloth falling to the floor unheeded, but he caught her by her wrist and pulled her to him. They fell back onto the bed, Ororo on top of Logan, and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment. When Logan said nothing Ororo pushed off of him using his chest for leverage but she laughed good-naturedly making no move to stand up.
"You're something else, Ro. I can't figure you out. You're so . . . caring . . . so good . . . so kind. I mean I never had anyone treat me like you do."
"You're a good man, Logan."
He desperately wanted her to stay. He wanted to pull her to him. He wanted to hold her through the night basking in the warmth of her body and the pure fresh fragrance of her natural scent but he didn't know how to convey that to her without coming off like a horny teenager. And he was horny all right but it was more than that too. Something he had never felt before.
"Thank you," Logan said quietly.
Ororo titled her head to one side and smiled. "Did you want anything else?"
Yes! He wanted to shout but instead he shook his head not knowing how to tell her. He closed his eyes when her lips brushed his cheek briefly then she gathered up the towels and the container and walked to the door. He wanted to stop her, keep her but he let her go. Before shutting the door behind her she turned and looked at him. He is a good man, she thought. She liked him probably more than she should but she dismissed that thought immediately. He was family.
"You're welcome," she said softly before she closed the door.
