A/N: Sorry it took soooooooooo long for this part! I was home for winter break and I just couldn't find a lot of time to write…Plus I had a bad case of writer's block, so it took a long time to write when I did find some free time. It also took me a while to figure out what I wanted to happen, so this is the 2nd or 3rd re-write for this chapter. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: Do I look like Joe Quesada or Bill Jemas? Since I'm a 21-yr old woman, the answer is "no, I don't think so". Therefore, I sadly have no official ownership of these characters. I just like letting my muse play around with them, so don't sue!! All I have are some old pennies and maybe a few nickels anyways…

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Part 7: Love Makes Us Act Like We Are Fools

The words seemed to hang in the air. Logan stared at Ororo, surprised at her feelings for him. Then again, he reminded himself, he had smelled desire from her on Christmas. Damn, did she look great right now. Her hair was down, as usual, and she was wearing sweat pants and a tight tank top. She was breathtaking. As Logan looked at her, he realized there was fear in her eyes. That was not something he was used to seeing in her and he realized that he had been staring at her for at least two minutes now.

          His arms quickly pulled her from the bed and she nearly fell into his lips. Her arms found their place this time, he noticed. Ororo quickly ran her fingers through his mangled hair, holding on slightly as if she was afraid he would pull away. Of course, she didn't need to be afraid of that and she wanted to smile as he gently ran his hands down her back. Instead, her lips refused to break away from his and she suddenly realized that she never wanted them to.

Carefully, as if it was more instinct than calculated thought, Logan lifted her up while still kissing her. She felt the bed underneath her as he gently laid her head down as he explored her mouth. Logan slowly pulled away and she opened her eyes, afraid he had decided this was the wrong thing, that they should stay just friends.

"I love you, Ororo Munroe." He nearly purred.

It felt as if her smile would break her face in two and all she could do was laugh. Not in mockery, of course, but in just pure utter joy. Joy unlike anything she had ever felt before and Logan smiled at her, knowing why she was so happy.

"I love you, Logan." She replied, still smiling.

Logan leaned down again and kissed her more gently this time, taking the time to savor the sweet taste of her lips. He inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes, focusing on her scent. When he opened his eyes, he noticed her eyes were closed. He smiled inwardly, knowing she was doing the same thing. This woman was perfect and he couldn't believe he was lying on his bed, kissing her.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and their lips parted. Grabbing his headboard, Ororo pulled herself from under his firm body and sat up. Following her lead, Logan knelt back and looked at her, waiting for her to say or do something. He reached out and touched her face. She turned her cheek into his palm before speaking.

"We do not belong in this house tonight, Logan." She said softly.

"Then where d'ya think we belong at midnight?"

Ororo mocked deep thought before looking at him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Logan fought back a groan.

"I want a drink, to celebrate!"

Logan's eyes went wide. A drink? Ororo Munroe? The only time he ever saw her drink was on Christmas and maybe New Year's Eve. This was very unlike her but he knew enough to agree with her when she was determined.

"I was thinkin' we could celebrate in another way." Logan replied, a devilish smile on his face.

"Logan!" Ororo blushed deeply. Then she smiled sweetly. "We'll have plenty of time for that later tonight, not to worry. But Harry's is only open until two and I want to celebrate!"

Logan laughed and stood from the bed.

"Then go get dressed and gather up some folk." He said, helping her from the mattress. "I'll meet you downstairs."

Ororo dove into his arms once again and kissed him with a passion she had long thought dead to her. He wrapped his arms around her and then she pulled away.

"Yer killin' me." Was his only remark as she sauntered from his room, her hips swaying seductively.

"Just wait until tonight when you'll be begging for mercy."

With that, the door shut behind her. Logan's expression of shock and curiosity was enough to send Ororo into peels of laughter. As she was told, she quickly gathered a crowd of her friends and was quickly changed into some appropriate "Harry's Hideaway clothes". She wore hip-hugging boot-cut jeans and a white shirt that hung on her shoulders. Hoop earrings, black boots and belt completed her outfit.

In the foyer, Kurt, Rogue and Betsy were all waiting for Ororo to arrive. They had all seemed shock at her insistence to going to Harry's, but they assumed it was for good reason and they had all quickly changed.

When she finally walked down the main stairs, they looked to her for some sort of comment. It became clear that she was remaining silent, however.

"Sugah, why have y'all gathered us down heah?" Rogue asked, her hand on her hip.

"For a celebration." She replied cryptically.

"Are we ready to go then?" Betsy asked, opening the door. "I, for one, would like to get the celebration under way so we can find out why we're going out for drinks at twelve thirty!"

"Not yet, Betsy. We're still waiting for one more person to join us."

Before Kurt could ask her whom they were waiting for, Logan came down the stairs. He was in his normal jeans and black t-shirt complete with his Stetson and cowboy boots.

"Ready?" He asked the crowd.

"This is just like old times." Kurt commented, opening the door.

"Y'all are right about that, Kurt." Rogue smiled. "Let's hope we can all stumble back in one piece!"

"I want to feel the wind in my hair, Logan." Ororo said as they closed the door, a devilish glint in her eyes.

"I guess it ain't too cold to fire up the hog." He replied, dangling his keys in front of her.

"Then let's go!"

"Finally!" Rogue exclaimed, eager to leave.

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An hour and many drinks later, the small group of old friends sat in a corner of Harry's, waiting for the last call announcement to be made. They had been laughing and retelling old stories since they arrived. As the laughter died down, Kurt cleared his throat.

"Ok, Ororo, I think we've all waited long enough." Kurt began. He had a feeling he knew why they were out, but he didn't say anything.

          "Time to spill the beans!" Rogue added.

          "Indeed. Now that we've all had enough drinks to get us pissed, what's the bloody occasion?"

          "Well, Betts, maybe it's easier to show ya instead of tell ya." Logan replied.

          Ororo laughed as he pulled her close. Logan winked and then dipped her down, kissing her gently. Her head nearly touched the floor before he lifted her up again.

          "Woohoo!"

          "Wunderbar!"

          "About bloody time!"

"I propose a toast!" Rogue said. "To finally gettin' yoah heads out of yoah asses!"

"Hear hear!" Betsy joined in.

"Congratulations!" Kurt said as the beer and wine glasses clinked.

Logan and Ororo both laughed, staying in each other's arms. Henry glanced over from the bar and decided that maybe the place could stay open just a little longer tonight. He flicked a small switch under the bar and music suddenly boomed from the speakers. Rogue gave the barkeep a thumb's up and Kurt ordered some more drinks.

George Thorogood's "Bad to the Bone" began playing and Logan's lip curled up in the corner. As Ororo led them towards the table, Logan put his hand on her lower back and pulled her close to him. Before she could ask, Logan pulled her backwards towards the open floor. He began to dance with her and their dance would've made Remy blush.

Rogue looked at them and leaned towards Kurt and Betsy.

"It's like a scene from 'Dirty Dancing'!" She whispered.

"Ja." Kurt replied, downing his beer in one try. As a religious man, their dance made him uncomfortable.

"Come along." Betsy said, pulled on his arm. "It's time to show them how to really dance."

"Was…?" Kurt replied. It was too late, he realized. He was on the dance floor in seconds with Betsy Braddock grinding into his groin like a long-lost lover. Rogue watched from the sidelines with a beer in her palm.

Logan saw Betsy and Kurt and he saw the glint in Betsy's eyes.

"Darlin', we've just been challenged." He said into Ororo's ear.

"Oh?"

Ororo glanced at Betsy and wanted to laugh at Kurt's horrified yet pleased expression at the British telepath pressed her hips into his. With a smile, Ororo lifted one leg onto Logan's hip and his hand rested securely on her back as she dipped back. They danced for the longest two minutes Ororo could remember.

"Sorry t'do this, folks, but I gotta close the shop up." Harry called over a few minutes later. "The wife called."

"No problem, Henry." Rogue answered, downing the last of her beer.

Kurt and Betsy also finished their drinks and began pulling on their jackets.

"How're we gonna get home?" Rogue asked, wiping the froth from her lip. "Ah cain't drive!"

"Ach, I guess we'll just make a hop, skip and a jump, ja?" Kurt replied with a wink.

"You guys go on ahead." Logan said as they exited the bar. "I'm not leaving my hog here, but I don't think Scott'll mind his Audi hanging out overnight."

Kurt laughed and Betsy rolled her eyes.

"He'll murder us!" She exclaimed.

"Better'n us wrappin' it around a tree!" Rogue countered, grinning. Then she paused before shaking her head, the obvious answer suddenly clear. "Now, preacher, you just get yoahself and Betts home. Ah'll take care o'the car."

"Ja, sounds like a plan." Kurt smiled, taking Betsy's hand. "We'll see you at home, then!"

With a nod from Ororo, Kurt and Betsy disappeared in a puff of purple smoke and the scent of fire and brimstone hung in the air. With a flick of her wrist, Ororo pushed the foul stench away with a quick gust of air.

"Ah'll see y'all back at the school." Rogue said as she gingerly lifted the car above her head. With a slight push from the ground, Rogue was high in the air, with an Audi A8 securely in her hands.

"If the Prof saw us doin' this, he'd kill us." Logan commented as he turned on his Harley.

"Yes, but at 2:30 in the morning, I doubt they'll raise many eyebrows behind Harry's." She replied. Her legs brushed against his as she sat behind him and her arms were soon clasped around his firm waist.

"Ready fer some real fun?" Logan asked over his shoulder.

"Always!" Ororo replied, squeezing him gently.

With a laugh, Logan kick started the bike and gunned it through the center of town, Ororo's hair billowing behind them like a soft cloud.




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So, what did you guys think? Lemme know and hopefully I'll have the next chapter started (and, god willing, finished) by the end of this week…but no promises! (damn college classes, always getting in the way…)

~*PAF*~

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