A/N: Yay! Reviews! I love getting reviews, as does every writer. And I'm glad my fight scene wasn't too far-fetched. Ok, well this chapter is more of an interlude, I guess. No dialogue, just Wolvie thinking.

Disclaimer: Still don't own them, despite my deepest wishes…


PART 12: You were Always on My Mind

Ororo slept soundly in Logan's arms that night. Once he was sure she was sleeping heavily, Logan slid out from under her and walked to the window. He surveyed the property and grimaced. Two trees would have to be cut down and countless branches were twisted or broken off the rest. The roof would have to be repaired, something he was not looking forward to. The front walk looked like it could use some new bricks and he knew a lot of the grass would have to be replanted in the spring. That trench where Rogue had slammed into the ground was deeper than he thought.

He returned to the bed after pouring himself a glass of water from the carafe that sat under the window and slipped under the covers, deep in thought. What could he possibly say about what happened? It's not like he never lost control. He was infamous for that berserker rage of his and it would be hypocritical to chastise her for doing much the same thing.

But there was also Jubilation and Jean. He cared about both of those women deeply and it bothered him something fierce that Ororo had hurt them in a mindless rage. He tended to lose control with people like Sabretooth, not his teammates. Granted, he could lose his temper with One-Eye easily enough, but he never really injured him.

His thoughts returned to Jean again and he wondered if he had done the right thing during that fall. She had a cracked skull because of him along with a broken rib. He had hoped the snow would cushion their fall, but Ororo's rain had washed away most of it by then.

Logan couldn't believe the amount of damage that fifteen minutes of that storm had done. And he was still shocked it had only been fifteen minutes. It felt much longer. But, he mused, it probably had a lot to do with being worried.

And, if he was being truthful with himself, scared.

Ororo stirred next to him and he looked over at her. She had such a peaceful look about her now. It was hard to believe it was only just a few hours ago that she had lost control.

He slowly drank the cup of rain water and continued to think about the events leading up to their fight. Logan was still confused why she would think he used her for sex when she was the one avoiding him. It didn't make any sense to him at all.

Of course, he had had his fair share of one-night stands with X-Women in the past. Whenever X-Force had been around, Domino would sometime come to him to relieve stress. At least that's what she always said and Logan never questioned her.

He also recalled a night with Dazzler back when they lived in Australia. Longshot never found out about that and he doubted Ali ever told anyone. It had been just one night, right after a hard mission and she had fought with Longshot earlier that day. He smiled slightly at the memory.

Hell, things got close one time with Betsy not too long ago, but they had been interrupted by the house alarms. The kiss they shared ended and they never returned to it. Logan couldn't help but wonder if Kwannon's presence had something to do with that. When Revanche had been here, Psylocke felt more alive. She had admitted to it several times. They never talked about it and it was moot since she was with Warren now.

It certainly didn't help that he could sense desire and smell their arousal in those cases. How could a man say no to that? It would be different now, he knew that. This wasn't just a fling like it had been with those other women. Logan realized that he would probably be with Ororo until the end of her days.

Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't miss that type of random sex. Domino was crazy in bed, something he always enjoyed. And of course there was Yukio. They had been together for a while, a long time ago. Sometimes they would sleep together and sometimes they didn't when he visited. But he could always tell when she wanted him. He always knew, no matter who it was.

He had sensed the desire from Rogue a few years ago and always had to leave the house whenever that happened. Lord knows he didn't need to get killed having sex. Logan had even picked up the scent from Revanche during her brief stay here, but nothing ever happened. She died shortly after he had noticed it.

Jean had noticed how women reacted when Logan was around and they had even talked about it once. She theorized it had to do with his primal nature. It called out to women in that primal sense and caused their sex drive to increase. At the time, Logan had laughed at the idea and ignored it. Now, however, he realized that perhaps Jean had been correct. Looking back on his experiences with the other X-Women, he knew they had all felt it at one time or another in his presence. It was just a matter of acting on it or not.

His thoughts returned to the woman by his side and he touched her face briefly. When they slept together for the first time last week, Logan had been afraid that it would end up like all the others. But he was pleased when he still sensed that burning desire from Ororo the next day. And again the day after that. And again. She truly loved him and he was still amazed that it finally happened.

Logan had secretly desired Ororo for over five years, but he never sensed she returned the feelings. As a result, he had kept them quiet, locked down in his body, whenever she was near him. But then on Christmas, he had smelled it. Desire had been radiating from her body but he thought he had been wrong. He tried to convince himself he was wrong the entire night.

The days that followed when she didn't talk to him he could still sense it. Whenever she was near, even in the next room, Logan detected the desire burning under her skin. When she came to his room and told him she loved him, his senses had been on fire from being so close to the object of his desire.

Perhaps it was because she was also a primal person, connected to nature in much the same way he was, he ponder. In fact, he was almost certain that had to be the reason. It made perfect sense. Logan had been in love before but he had never felt so enlivened and passionate before.

Even when they fought earlier that night, his senses seemed to ache for her. Simply touching her was satisfying, which had surprised Logan at first. But upon thinking about it, Logan figured that it fit. He wondered if Ororo felt the same or if he only felt this way due to his enhanced senses.

With these thoughts running through his mind, Logan drifted off to sleep with an arm wrapped around Ororo's stomach.


As you can probably guess, I took some liberties with what has happened between Wolvie and some of the other X-Women in the past. I fed this off of that conversation between Logan and Domino about having no-strings attached sex in the annual. I have no idea if he ever had anything to do with Dazzler and Betsy.

So, what did you think? I'll have the next chapter up relatively soon and Ororo will have to face the damage she's inflicted. Let's just say the other X-Men will be less than impressed…

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