A/N: Sorry it took so long for this chapter! I had a slight case of writer's block, but it didn't last too long (thankfully). Again, thanks so much to all of my readers for your reviews! :) I hope this segment meets your approval…
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Part 5: I Just Want You for My Own…
Warm rays of the late morning sun lit Ororo's face from the window that was above her bed. She blinked slowly and opened her eyes.
Goddess, it must be ten in the morning! She thought to herself, in shock. It had been years since she had slept so late. In fact, it might've been as far back as Australia.
As her mind began waking up, she suddenly became aware of another source of warmth. She turned her head towards the direction of this heat and had to suck in a gasp.
Logan was sleeping next to her.
Her mind fought back the morning fogginess and she tried to recall last night's events. Despite the amount of wine she drank, Ororo remembered dancing with Logan above the mansion and then she definitely remembered him putting her to bed last night. Had he offered to stay? No, no she had asked him. Ok, begged was the better word. What happened then? Why had he stayed? Had they made love? She wasn't sure.
Ok, so maybe her memory wasn't that great.
Goddess, I feel like such a fool.
Ororo quickly pulled the covers back and sat up, ashamed. Then she looked down at herself and noticed she was still wearing her Christmas dress. She looked over her shoulder to see Logan smiling up at her, wearing his t-shirt and jeans.
Why would I assume we had sex? Ororo wondered suddenly. She felt heat filling her cheeks and knew she was blushing, badly. If she had felt like a fool before, now she felt like a complete jackass for her assumption.
"Mornin', darlin'." Logan greeted, still lying down. "How do you feel?"
"Alright." She replied somewhat shortly, turning away from him. He frowned and watched her as she stood up.
Ororo walked to her dresser and wordlessly stripped down. She had done so in front of all of her teammates over the years, so she didn't think anything of it. Logan, on the other hand, turned his head away and felt his cheeks suddenly rush with blood.
Ororo noticed that he had turned and shrugged it off. He usually never turned away since he was as unashamed of nakedness as she was, sometimes more so. She pulled on her pajamas and then walked back to her bed. His head turned back to her and he smiled again, trying to hide the color in his cheeks.
"How long have I been asleep?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed with a brush in her hand.
"I think ya passed out around one or so." He replied. Logan turned on his side to watch her.
"Goddess." She muttered. "Logan, I'm sorry…"
"Don't worry about anythin', darlin'." He cut her off quickly. "I didn't mind keepin' my eye on ya last night."
So he had just been 'keeping an eye' on me, she thought, somewhat bitterly. Why she was bitter about that? Ororo couldn't really think of a reason so she pushed the thought out of her mind. She turned slightly to hide her frown and tried to focus on brushing her hair. Carefully, the weather goddess began to work the brush through her mangled mop of hair. After a few minutes of fighting with the brush, she threw it on the bed in defeat.
"Here, lemme try." Logan offered, quickly kneeling behind her. She felt his knees brush against her hips as he picked up the brush.
Instead of protesting, Ororo sat in silence as he gently worked the brush through the knots in her hair. He also rubbed her temples gently as his hands passed near them. Ororo closed her eyes, letting herself be absorbed in the pleasant sensations, quickly forgetting about the bitterness she had just felt towards this man. She felt his hands smooth over her hair and then he began to knead her neck. She felt him press certain areas on her back with a good amount of pressure and then headache that had been forming quickly dissipated. His thumbs pressed against the knots on her lower back and she felt her body arch backwards in pleasure. Without any words exchanged, she felt his fingers slide under her shirt. His warm, surprisingly soft fingers continued to work up her back, somehow releasing all of the tension that was in her back with simple pushes. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought that it possible wasn't possible to have such a relaxing massage while sitting up, but the thought was fleeting as she lost herself again in pleasure.
There was a sudden knock at the door and she felt his hands drop instantly. She opened her eyes and turned towards the door, annoyed at the interruption. She noticed Logan was also turned towards the door in a tense position. Perhaps he was surprised he didn't hear them approaching the door, she mused.
"Come in." She called once she found her voice.
The door creaked open and Jean popped her head around the corner. She was looking a little rough around the edges and she was holding two cups of coffee.
"Ororo, I brought you some coffee." She said as she entered the room. "Oh, hi Logan. I didn't know you woke up Ororo already."
He shrugged but didn't say anything to her. Instead, he flopped back on the bed and pulled his hands behind his head.
"He didn't." Ororo replied, standing up. Jean seemed surprised but she didn't have time to ask any questions as Ororo walked towards her. She took the cup of coffee and took a small sip of the hot liquid. "Goddess, Jean, this is stronger than Hank's blend."
"I thought you might need a little pick-me-up this morning." The redhead replied, smiling. Her eyes wandered around the room as she took a sip of coffee. That's when she noticed Logan's boots on the floor, next to his flannel shirt, and Ororo's dress in a heap on the other side of the room. Her eyes lit up in curiosity and both Logan and Ororo noticed it.
"Thank you, Jean." Ororo said after a pause. "I'll be down for brunch shortly."
Jean seemed surprised at being shooed out of the room but she didn't protest. She simply smiled and left the room with a quick nod.
"I'll let the others know." Jean said as she closed the door behind her.
"Good work." Logan said, amused.
"Well, you were no help." Ororo said, casting an amused glare his way.
"So what kind of rumors should we be prepared to walk in on?" Logan asked, cracking his neck.
"Goddess, must you do that?" Ororo cringed.
"Yep."
Ororo rolled her eyes and, as he cracked the other side of his neck, she tackled him. Surprised, he rolled with her and they landed on the floor in a heap of sheets and pillows. She quickly pummeled him with one of her pillows and Logan grabbed her waist, tickling her sides. Ororo fought back peals of laughter as she continued to hit him with the pillow.
"Stopstopstop!" She nearly squealed.
That only caused him to tickle her more and she finally threw down the pillow, holding onto her sides for dear life. They both burst into laughter and Ororo slowly detangled herself.
"Come on, Logan." She said, wiping a tear from her eye. "It's time for some brunch."
"Aw, yer no fun." He complained. She rolled her eyes and began to stand up. She should've saw it coming, but she was too busy trying to crawl over the sheets. Logan knelt up and pulled her down by her waist. They knelt there, staring at each other, for nearly a minute in complete silence.
Then, in a moment of pure unbridled passion, Logan pulled her to him and kissed her like never before. Her arms fell to her sides, her mind in shock. She was suddenly unsure of where they were supposed to go. Ignoring that, she instinctively leaned in and kissed him back, enjoying the taste of him on her lips. She felt him lean in towards her and she could feel his body heat through her silk top.
What am I doing?!? Ororo abruptly thought. Her eyes shot open and she was suddenly nervous and afraid. As if he knew her exact thoughts, Logan opened his eyes and they were locked in an intense gaze.
She pulled back slowly and sat back on her legs, looking at Logan. He looked…well, scared, she realized. Then, as soon as she noticed it, the flash of emotion was gone. Logan ran his fingers through his hair in what she assumed was an attempt to fix it and stood up. He extended his hand to her and smiled tightly.
"C'mon, darlin', let's go get some grub before Hank and Jubes eat all the good stuff."
She nodded, pushing down the feelings that were suddenly floating up to the surface. The last time she felt butterflies in her stomach Forge had proposed to her.
And goddess knows how well that turned out, she thought sourly.
"Let me grab my robe." Was her only reply. She didn't take his offered hand when she stood, which he of course noticed. With a pained flinch on his face, he dropped his arm. She didn't see his saddened expression as he stepped back to let her pass. Instead, she focused on pulling on her robe and slippers. Without looking at him, Ororo quickly led the way to the kitchen in silent thought.
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So, what'd you guys think?? I'm sorry it wasn't longer, but the next scene is gonna take a little time to develop so I wanted to get this one out before I started work on it…Besides, I didn't want you to start thinking I had forgotten about you!! You guys are so good at inspiring me, so please review this chapter and keep my creative fire burning!!
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