A/N: Ok, I suck big time at updating when I'm at school. I'm so sorry folks! I finally got off my ass and wrote a little. I'm sorry this is such a short chapter, but I promise that I'm working on the next one. I should have it out within the next week. But I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter! You guys managed to get me to do some work on this! ^-^

Disclaimer: I haven't owned these characters over the last seven chapters…I somehow doubt that's changed.

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Part 8: Devil with the Blue Dress On

            The next two days went by in a blur of lovemaking and laughter. Ororo and Logan had been keeping mainly to themselves in Ororo's attic loft. They were lying together in her bed and it was nearly midday. Her soft white hair spilled over his chest as she propped her head up on her right hand.

            "Logan, we should get some breakfast." Ororo announced, her free fingers sliding over his stomach.

            "Mmmm-hmmm." Logan replied, his eyes closed.

            They didn't move for another fifteen minutes and Ororo continued to trace circles on his stomach.

            "Does it frighten you?" She finally asked, looking to his peaceful face.

            "What's that, darlin'?" He asked. His eyes were still closed but she knew he was listening.

            "I mean, in two days, our lives have turned upside-down." She replied. "Doesn't that unnerve you, just a little?"

            "Nope." Logan said, one eye slightly open.

            Ororo looked at him and he opened his other eye to meet her gaze.

            "You amaze me." She said simply.

            "Why? Yer not scared, so why should I be, darlin'?" He asked, closing his eyes again with a content smile on his face.

            "I suppose there is no reason." She chuckled.

            "Damn straight."

            Ororo's fingers slowly moved to his sides and she lightly dragged her nails along his sides. Logan jumped up with a gasp and gave Ororo an evil look. She smiled mischievously and raised an eyebrow.

            "Did I just find the one ticklish spot on your entire body?" She asked, mocking shock.

            "Now don't you start." Logan warned, his hands holding her wrists weakly in defense.

            "Start?" She asked, her mouth agape. "Now what is it that I, the resident weather goddess, would start with you, the resident mountain man?"

            Logan growled softly and almost seductively as he tackled his lover before she could make her move.

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            Two hours later and they had finally made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Jean winked at them while Scott seemed to wear a permanent scowl whenever they were in the same room as him.

            "So, are you guys excited about tonight?" Jean asked as she sipped on her tea.

            "Tonight?" Ororo asked. She pulled out some lettuce and a few assorted vegetables.

            "Yeah, the concert's tonight, isn't it?"

            Logan and Ororo looked at each other dumbfounded. Then Logan burst into laughter and Ororo joined him.

            "Thanks fer the reminder, Jeannie." Logan said.

            "Indeed." Ororo added. "We had complete lost track of the time."

            "I figured." Jean smiled. "You know it's almost three." She added.

            "Goddess." Ororo gasped. "I need to get ready!"

            "Darlin', the show starts at nine." Logan said.

            "I know, but if we're going to make those seven o'clock dinner reservations we made yesterday, then we'll have to leave a little after five." She said, throwing the salad stuff back into the fridge hastily. "I'll be upstairs if anyone needs me!"

            Jean, knowing full well Ororo would need help with her make-up and shoe decisions, quickly tossed her cup aside. After a quick peck on Scott's cheek, she was running after her best friend, laughing.

            Both women were out of the kitchen before Logan had the chance to laugh. Scott, still scowling, stood up from the table.

            "What's the problem today, Cyke?" Logan casually asked as he pulled out a beer from the back of the refrigerator.

            "What do you mean exactly?" Scott asked.

            "Well, ya seem t'have a new problem everyday." Logan smirked. "So what's the problem for today?"

            "Just be careful with her." Scott said as he walked towards the door. Logan wanted to roll his eyes and spit at him but he managed to control himself.

            "Why don't you worry about yer own love life and I'll worry about mine, One-Eye." Logan growled as he drank his beer.

            Scott wanted to reply but he decided it would be better if he left it alone for the time being. He pushed open the door and walked into the hallway.

            "I hope you have a tux." He muttered, knowing that Logan could hear him perfectly.

            Logan chuckled and slowly made his way upstairs to shower and get dressed.

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            An hour and a half later, Ororo stood in front of her full-length mirror and Jean was standing behind her. She looked absolutely stunning, to say the least. She wore a full-length dark blue gown that clung to every curve of her body. The v-neck showed just enough cleavage to her liking and it was sleeveless. She had a shawl to wear over her arms, but she knew that the cold weather wouldn't bother her. It was more for show. The dress had a slit up the side, revealing most of her right leg, and it glittered under the lights. Her hair was piled up elegantly upon her head with a few thick curls falling around her face. She only had on a little bit of makeup, but the eye shadow, mascara and lipstick were really all she needed.

            Jean was fastening Ororo's new necklace around her neck while she telekinetically hung the earrings in the goddess' lobes. The blue sapphires matched the deep color of the dress perfectly and Ororo smiled as Jean finished her task.

            "You look wonderful, Ororo!" Jean exclaimed happily.

            "I feel…foolish." Ororo said.

            "Don't be silly!" Jean said, stepping to her side. "You are drop-dead gorgeous in this dress. The color suits you."

            "Thank you." Ororo said, blushing.

            "Now for your shoes." Jean turned to the box on Ororo's bed and, with a snap of her fingers, the shoes floated over to the two women. They were simple high-heeled shoes that had been dyed to match the dress. It was the final touch to Ororo's outfit and she slowly stepped into the shoes.

            "Logan will hate that I'm so tall." Ororo commented with a hint of amusement in her voice.

            "I'm sure he's used to being the short one, Ororo." Jean grinned.

            "Indeed." Ororo agreed, laughing.

            "Why don't I go check and see if he's ready?" Jean offered.

            "That would be wonderful." Ororo smiled. "I'm going to add a finishing touch."

            Jean raised an eyebrow and Ororo pointed to her new perfume

            "Ah, good idea to wait until I'm gone." Jean nodded. "He'd flip if I smelled like you."

            Ororo nodded in agreement as Jean walked to the door.

            "I'll give you a telepathic shout when he's ready." Jean said as she walked out.

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            Logan stood in his room, fighting with his bow tie. He normally hated tuxes, but he would wear anything for Ororo. He was wearing black pants but had a white jacket instead of black. He was fumbling with the black tie and had a white scarf to go with the jacket. There was a fedora sitting on his dresser and he couldn't decide if he wanted to wear it or not. Just as he was about to rip the tie to shreds, a familiar scent reached his nostrils. Jean was about ten feet down the hall, coming to check on him, no doubt. Maybe she knew how to fix this stupid thing. He could never remember how to tie them.

            A few seconds later, Logan glanced at his door.

            "C'mon in, Red." He called just as she lifted her hand to knock.

            She opened the door and smiled. "Can't a girl ever knock?"

            "Nope." He replied with a grin.

            Jean looked him over and whistled. "Wow." She said in a low voice. "You clean up well, Logan."

            "Thanks." He said, turning to face her.

            "Need some help?" She asked, amused. She pointed to the untied tie. It was hanging from his neck and she almost laughed as the look of frustration on his face.

            "If ya don't mind." He said dryly. Shaking her head in amusement, Jean reached out telekinetically and began to tie the object of his frustration with ease.

            "How's that?"

"Perfect." He smiled. "Thanks."

"Not a problem. Ok, if you don't need me for anything else, I'm going back to the loft." Jean said.

"I'll be done in two minutes." He said as he tied up his shoes.

"Ok, Ororo will meet you downstairs in ten minutes." Jean said as walked out.

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Bwahaha…I'm so evil, leaving it like that, aren't I? So, what did you guys think? Please R&R!

~*PAF*~

Jubes