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Chapter 4: The Tempest
Xavier Institute
The storm moved over the mansion, a swirling vortex of gathering darkness, blowing fast and furious. It was wild, uninhibited, savage and pure, driving rain onto the ground with such force that pools of water formed immediately, several inches deep. Jagged bolts of lightening streaked and sizzled across the sky, a raw display of the magnificence of nature. Thunder rolled loudly, a constant roar, filling the sky, shaking the foundations of the Institute and the surrounding buildings.
Wolverine padded through the boathouse on bare feet, suddenly very worried about Storm. He hurriedly tugged on a pair of jeans, and opened the screen door, making his way past the porch and climbing the sodden, and rain slicked hill towards the mansion, uncaring that he was becoming soaked in the downpour. He cursed himself again for not talking to her, for backing off and giving her space. Every time he had looked at her though she had seemed absorbed in her own thoughts. Besides, he feared she would want the one thing he would be unable to give her: answers. Or worse, that she would push him away and the thought of her rejecting him robbed him of the very air he breathed.
Ororo wandered silently around the courtyard, the wind swirling around her, watching the clouds darken and roll, boiling against the night sky. Ororo made her way to the courtyard fountain, where she curled up on its base and watched the storm with shadowed, hurt eyes.
Logan paused at the crest of the small hill separating the Institute and the boathouse, his eyes darkening at the sight of her, their predatory gleam reflective in the dark. She hadn't noticed him, her head was tilted back as she stared at the dancing whips of white heat arcing across the sky, oblivious to him and the three inches of rain pooling in her lap. Her long hair was drenched, slicked back from her face, and the thin nightgown she wore clung to her like a second skin, accenting every curve and hollow. She was so beautiful for a moment he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only stare at his wife.
All around nature was erupting in fearsome fury, yet she sat in the midst of it all, because it was where she belonged. She shifted and the white soaked material of her night dress became transparent, hugging her firm, high breasts so that she looked like a pagan Goddess of old heralding the storm to her.
Despite her outward appearance Ororo's mind was as wild and chaotic as the storm itself. Fury, hurt, betrayal, longing and love all swirled within her. She longed to rip the nightgown from her body and soar above the earth, but refrained, uncertain she could maintain the fragile control she had over the storm if she was fully immersed in it.
Logan sniffed the air, sensing her pain, her fear, her unbelievable loneliness and he hated that he was the cause of it. She raised her hands, cupping the rain, bringing it to her mouth and tilting her head, letting the silver stream flow down her throat. Logan nearly groaned out loud.
Ororo straightened, sensing him in that way she always did, turning her head slowly towards him, her blue eyes dark with the wildness and fury of the tempest in their depths. He felt it then. Need and hunger and lust and love all slam into him, staggering him. He could feel the wildness in her calling to him, he could feel the storm as it moved through her body, sang in her blood, moving around them, pulling him to her. She called to something primitive and savage in him. Called to his inner beast, his animal. He felt the dark beast inside lift its head, sensing its mate, heard it roar in his mind, felt its need for her swamp him, making him tremble. He bared his fangs, his eyes glittering silver in the night, ferocious, feral, more animal than man.
Ororo smiled at him.
Logan would never forget that moment. Not ever, The memory was burned into his mind and in his heart. She was his. The night was theirs. In spite of everything that had happened between them, there was nothing that could keep them apart, nothing that could destroy the love they had. They belonged together, two halves of one whole, hearts and minds, bodies and souls.
The air crackled as their gazes locked, searing bolts of white hot power crashed and slammed into the earth, shaking the ground. Lightening struck the side of the Institute, charring the red brick walls, spilling debris onto the ground, blistering sparks shooting up into the air.
Storm stood in the courtyard, lightening dancing and arcing across the sky directly above her, her hair whipping around her face, the rain soaking her as she raised her arms, embracing the raw power that she wielded, the answering power in nature. Logan's breath slammed from his body in raw pants, his blood thrumming in his ears. She was indescribably perfect in that moment. She was primal, she was pure, she was nature personified, as wet and wild as the night itself. She was his.
Logan stumbled towards her, going to her because he had to. Nothing could have kept him from her, no force of man or God would prevent him from being at her side. His muscular arm wound around her waist, dragging her to him. His mouth crashed onto hers with as much intensity as the whirling deluge surrounding them. He had no words to give her, nothing he could say would ever tell her what he was feeling. How could he express what she meant to him with mere words? That she was his life, his heart, his soul. Everything.
Ororo moaned helplessly. She wanted him just like this, wet and wild and fierce and untamed, with the lightening streaking across the sky, their heat scorching the air around them. His mouth moved on hers, demanding entrance, devouring her, marking her soul.
Fire. Goddess, she was on fire for him. He stroked her lips with his tongue, teasing, nipping, tugging, his raspy growls driving her mad. His mouth wandered along her cheek, down her jaw, along her throat, leaving a scorching trail in its wake.
Logan's eyes gleamed as he swung her up in his arms, racing back over the grass, sliding down the slippery hill, his mouth never leaving hers the entire way. He brought her to their front lawn, where he lowered her to the ground, moving on top of her, his hand sliding up her calf, along her thigh, bunching the soggy material of her nightdress at his wrist. His mouth fed on hers, sucking her tongue into his mouth as his fingers teased her, making her writhe beneath him, moving against his hand, desperate for relief from the raging heat tearing through her body. Ororo's husky cries fed the beast in him and Logan growled. She lifted against him, her hands clutching his shoulders. She opened tormented eyes and he wanted to howl at the pain he saw there, the pain he had put there. -Snikt- One claw slowly extended and she watched it with avid interest. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, slicing up the middle in a long slow glide. Ororo sighed at the feeling of the cooler metal against her heated flesh. Lightening slashed and sizzled, so close he felt the heat sear his skin, but he never took his eyes from hers. He parted the white material, lowering his head to her creamy, wet skin, licking her collar bone, along the valley in between her breasts, down her flat stomach and lower still...God, she was perfect.
Ororo leaned forward, her tongue swirling on his rain dampened chest, her pearly teeth rasping his flat male nipples. His body jerked as she nipped one nipple hard between her delicate canines, the erotic sensation of a pleasure/pain combination searing him. He clenched his teeth against the pleasure threatening to drive him over the edge. God, he loved her. She made him whole, complete. The terrible things he'd done vanished when he was with her, the darkness on his soul was dispelled by her light. Logan hissed his breath between his teeth, whispering words of love to her.
Unexpectedly she rolled away from him, moving to all fours on the drenched grass, giving him a smoldering look over the flawless curve of her shoulder. "Christ, 'Ro, what you do to me," he growled. He gripped her hips but hesitated. The silken muscles along her back flexed as she stretched out before him. So feminine and so strong, his 'Ro. She reared against him, straightening so that her hair flung over his shoulder, her face buried in the crook of his neck, urging him to take her. She licked the rain from him, inhaling his earthy male scent. He growled again, "Not like this, baby," laying her down and rolling her, settling between her thighs. "I wanna see yer beautiful face." he kissed her slowly, lingeringly. His palms came up to cradled her jaw, holding her when she would have looked away. He brushed his mouth across hers repeatedly, the barest of touches. "I love ya, darlin'."
The rain intensified, torrential, driving.
Logan moved gently, nuzzling her throat, licking her ear, murmuring low rumbles.
Lightening flashed and thunder rolled.
"Open yer eyes, 'Ro." He captured her bottom lip between his silken ones, holding it as he spoke. "Look at me."
"No," she whispered.
"Yes. Look at me, darlin'."
Ororo opened her eyes, tears slipping past her dark lashes, mixing with the rain, but he knew the difference, he could smell them. He rocked against her, holding her close. He ran his hands through her hair, his eyes locked with hers. "I'm sorry." he said hoarsely. "I'm so sorry, 'Ro."
Lightening whipped the ground directly beside them. Ororo's eyes began to cloud white.
"Don't." he whispered. "Don't hide from me."
"No, that's what you do, Wolverine." she said quietly, her eyes once again blue.
He felt as if she'd punched him in the gut with the use of his code name. He lowered his head to hers, taking over her mouth with the most devastating kiss he'd ever given her. He coaxed her lips apart, savoring her surrender, drinking deeply from her. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again. Ororo gave a broken sob of pleasure.
"Please…" she cried.
"Please, what?" He nuzzled her throat.
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around him, trying to regain some control. The winds howled, thunder echoing off the boathouse.
"W-wolverine, please," she moaned.
He stilled against her. "Who am I, 'Ro?"
She met his gaze steadily. "I don't know anymore."
"Yes, ya do, baby. Yer the only one that knows." He cradled her close. He groaned when he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder and her nails rake his back. "Ah, hell, darlin'." He gripped her bare backside in his hands, moving with her in a rhythm as old as time.
"Yes," she moaned, writhing. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Is this what ya want? Hard and fast?" he growled.
"Yes." she said.
"Ya want me ta fuck ya?"
"Yes."
"Ya want me ta love ya?"
"No."
He glared down at her, his teeth bared in anger. "Fuck you, 'Ro."
"Yes, Wolverine, fuck me." she snarled, just as angry.
Her throaty command was almost his undoing. He felt the beast roar, happy to oblige. No! He wouldn't let her do this, wouldn't let her take the love they shared out of this. He grunted with the effort to slow himself down again, but he managed to regain control, slowing the pace, holding her. "'Ro, baby, I love ya. Let me show ya how much," he said gently.
"No!" she screamed. "It's just sex! I hate you!"
He felt tears in his eyes at her words, his throat tight. "No, it's not," he denied.
Ororo made no response, turning her head away from him.
Logan trailed soft kisses along her exposed neck, his mouth moist and gentle. "This is love, Ororo. Don't lie ta yerself or ta me." He rubbed himself against her leisurely, nuzzling her where her shoulder and neck met.
"You left me." she whispered, raw.
"I'm sorry." he croaked.
"You lied to me. You said…you said you'd never let me go…" She was close to losing her anger now and that terrified her. Stay mad, stay pissed. Bastard. Left you. Walked out. Left.
Logan kissed her tenderly. He rocked in and out of her, the friction building. "Ororo. "Who am I?"
"Wolverine."
"Wrong." He bit her.
"Who am I?"
"Wolverine."
"Wrong!" He bared his teeth, his eyes flashing in the night, reflecting the lightening sizzling overhead. His dark hair splashed rain as he moved, furiously now, consumed. "Who am I?"
Ororo was hopelessly lost in sensation now. "L-logan."
He growled. "Close." He lifted her off the ground, bringing her up to face him. "Tell me. Who am I?" He buried his hands in the thick fullness of her soaking wet tresses, holding her head, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Tell me, 'Ro." his voice broke.
All the heartache and pain came rushing from her in a shattered cry. "My husband!" She hit him in the chest with her fists, harsh sobs wracking her body. She lowered her head to his shoulder, hitting him futilely until he captured her wrists, holding them together, locked between their straining bodies. "My…husband…"
"Yes." Logan kissed her forcefully, all the turbulent emotions swirling between them reflected in the crashing thunder and torrential rains, in the way they clung to each other, desperately.
"Logan!" Ororo screamed as her body came apart on his, lightening scalding them both as she lost herself in the beauty of their lovemaking and the power of the storm. Logan grunted at the impact, but cradled her close, relishing the feel of her body tightening around his. He roared her name, biting her shoulder.
They sat, welded together for long minutes, her head on his shoulder, face buried in his neck, his arms tight around her. Slowly the winds began to die down, nature's fury subsiding with Ororo's. Their hearts slowed to normal, their breathing returning from ragged and heavy to long and deep.
Logan kissed her temples, her cheek, along her jaw. "You are my everything, 'Ro."
She clung to him, holding him in mute shock at the intensity of her need for him.
Logan scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the boathouse, too exhausted to go further than the living room. He pulled their favorite fuzzy blanket from the back of the couch, laying it on the floor in front of the fire place. He lowered her gently, started a small fire, then moving to lay beside her.
Ororo pillowed her head on his broad chest closing her eyes tightly. She placed her clenched fist against her swollen lips and Logan could feel her silent sobs as she shook. He murmured to her, stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "Never again, Logan." she whispered. "You can never leave me again."
"Never, 'Ro." he swore. Now that he'd seen her again, touched her, loved her, he knew, he could never be apart from her again.
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself as close as she could get. "I love you."
Logan crushed her to him. He didn't deserve her. He never would. But he'd never give her up again. Not for anyone or anything.
The remainder of the night they lay awake, softly whispering to each other, and just as the first rays of morning light were creeping through the windows Logan rolled her to her back and slowly showed her how much he loved her, over and over again.
Morning
The sun rose steadily across the sky, changing the earth's blanket from deep purple to a beautiful blend of reds and orange until finally replacing the shadows with the vivid blue of a pure sky, the perfect match to Ororo's eyes. From his seat of the front stoop Logan watched the sunrise, sipping his coffee, inhaling the fresh sent of the earth after the rain. A light breeze danced along his bare shoulders and a he closed his gray eyes, content.
In the house, still sprawled on the living room floor, Ororo stirred, rubbing her cheek against the soft fur of the blanket beneath her, inhaling Logan's lingering scent. Logan! Her hand shot out, closing on empty space and she jerked up, panicked. He had left again! Her chest tightened painfully, tears clogging her throat.
"Mornin', darlin'."
Ororo turned quickly, pushing her tousled hair from her watery eyes. "Logan." she breathed.
Frowning her crossed the foyer and took the small step down into the living room. "'Ro?" He knelt beside her, cupping her cheek. "What's the matter, babe?"
"I thought you'd left," she confessed on a harsh whisper.
"Aw, hell, baby." He pulled her into his arms. Damn. It never occurred to him that if she woke alone she'd assume the worst. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him almost desperately. He held in much the same way, barely containing the urge to squeeze, knowing his arms could easily break her ribs. He tilted her chin up, lowering his mouth to hers, softly massaging, at times barely touching. One hand stroked her hair, loving the way it sifted through his fingers like a silken cloud, the other cradled her face, is thumb brushing her cheekbone.
"Logan, forgive me for what I said last night. I wasn't-"
"Don't." He said quickly. He took a sharp breath, his eyes darkening. "Don't ever ask for my forgiveness, 'Ro. I ain't worth it. I don't deserve ya, we both know that."
She bent her head, her long hair hiding her face from him. "I can't lose you again." she said quietly.
Logan sat beside her, pulling her onto his lap, cradling her to his chest. "I'm sorry I left. What I did to ya…I still have a hard time knowing that I hurt ya. I couldn't face it." He kissed the top of her head. "But ya never lost me, darlin'. I'm yers. Not much of a prize, but there ya have it."
She turned her face into his throat, her arms circling his neck, her hands clutching the ebony midnight of his hair. "I need you to have more faith in me. I'm your wife, Logan. For better or worse, 'till death do us part. I meant those vows."
He dropped his head protectively over hers. "I know ya did, darlin'. I love ya, 'Roro. More than ya can possibly know."
She burrowed closer, as if trying to get inside of him. Her delicious wiggles sparking more than tenderness. Logan tightened his arms reflexively. Ororo laid her palm on the hard wall of his broad chest, marveling at the crisp hairs, the heat radiating from him, the raw, untamed power that was held in careful control. He was power and strength. He was wild and lawless. He was her husband and her heart. She gazed up at him in loving wonder.
Logan smiled down at her. "What is it yer thinkin'?"
She touched her fingertips to his stubborn chin, a slow smile of her own tilting her full lips. Very deliberately she lifted her mouth to his, kissing him slowly, thoroughly. "Don't ever leave me again, husband. I'm lost and dead inside without you."
A sharp pain twisted in his gut and he pressed his forehead to hers. "Never." He kissed her neck, trailing a living flame of fire along the swanlike column to her collar bone. He lowered her to the furry blanket, standing to remove his boxers.
Ororo gave a soft, throaty chuckle to which he growled, lowering himself over her, crawling up her body. Ororo touched his chest lightly with just the tips of her fingers, watching his face with interest as she let just a frission of electricity out, teasing his nipples. His jaw clenched.. Very interesting. She trailed her hands lower, teasing the rock hard muscles of his abdomen and she felt him suck in a breath. Ororo danced her hands along his fevered flesh, teasing, and toying with him.
He grasped her hands, his need so intense it was painful. "'Ro." he warned with a rumble.
"Yes?" she asked with wide eyed innocence. "Did I do something wrong?"
Logan wrapped one large fist in her hair. "No, darlin'. Ya make everything right."
"We make everything right," she said after a moment. "Together."
"Together," he confirmed, pulling her down for a long kiss.
"We need a shower," she said pulling away slowly.
Logan grunted. Ororo rose to her feet, padding her way across the kitchen, unabashedly naked. She sent him an artless smile over her shoulder. "Coming?"
Logan followed, curious when she passed the bathroom and instead headed towards the back of the house, through the storage room and out the back door. She continued down the small embankment towards the dock. She raised her arms over her head and instantly a small, self contained rain shower erupted over her head. Logan grinned.
Later
"Welcome back, Wolverine." Professor Xavier said when Logan stepped through the doors of the bookless library.
"Chuck." Wolverine inclined his head.
"I am to assume that you will be staying?" Xavier asked, but since they both already knew the answer Wolverine ignored the question.
He crossed his arms leaning against the closed doors. "What is it ya wanted ta see me about, Chuck?"
"Your wife."
Wolverine frowned. "What about Storm?"
Xavier rlled forward, the cat that frequented his lap stretching, casting Wolverine a disdainful look as if blaming him for the disturbance to its sleep. "Not Storm."
"Hnh. So, Wraith was telling' the truth. I've been married before?"
The Professor nodded. "I was only able to extract a limited amount of information before Wraith was shut down."
Something in the Professor's tone gave Wolverine pause. Wraith was 'shut down'? One corner of Logan's mouth turned up. Xavier wasn't such a pacifist after all. "Well, what'd the SOB have on me?"
"Little more than we already know about you. However, I did get a name. James Howlett. Does that mean anything to you?"
Wolverine shrugged broad shoulders, a rippling of muscle and power. "Should it?"
Xavier stroked the cat. "I think that may be the name you were born with."
"Wraith called me James," Wolverine muttered. "What else?"
"Apparently you were an established member of the program when Wraith came on board Weapon X. Thirty years ago." Xavier paused. "There is a military record for a James Howlett that I've managed to discover. It dates back to before World War II. I've found an enrollment listing dated November 1937. "
Wolverine inhaled sharply. "But that would mean I'm over seventy years old."
Xavier gave him a steady stare. "Possibly far older than that. With your healing factor, Wolverine, aging may be something you do much less quickly than most."
Wolverine felt his anger rising. How many years of his life had those fuckers taken from him? Goddamnit! Wolverine glowered, silent, waiting for the next blow.
"I contacted some of my sources and they're looking into the other names I extracted from Wraith. A doctor Cornelius, and a Mariko Yashida."
"My…wife?"
"Possibly. It's hard to say for certain. Wraith's mind was very jumbled from Betsy's attack."
"So, just more bullshit and innuendos. Ya don't have any more than that?"
"Not at this time, no. I will of course keep searching and keep you updated. Good day, Wolverine." Xavier rotated the chair, rolling back to the center of the room. "Wolverine, I wouldn't mention anything to Storm just yet. She's been through enough."
Wolverine gave a curt nod, letting himself out of the room. He was growling low in his throat. Just when he thought that maybe, just maybe he had those cocksuckers out of his life…Son of a bitch! He slammed his fist into the wall.
"Wolverine?"
He glanced up to see Betsy in the hall. She walked towards him, her body lithe and panther-like. "Everything all right?"
"Fine, Bets. Everything is just fine."
"Hm. Judging from the hole you just put in the wall, I'd say you're definition of fine could use some work."
"Cute. So, ya decided to leave S.T.R.I.K.E did ya?"
"More or less."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning I was asked to leave. Apparently I developed a 'personality problem' after I took over Kwannon's body." She shrugged.
Wolverine pulled a cigar from his Harley vest. "We're lucky ta have ya."
"Thanks." She gave him an assessing look. "Are you back to stay? Or is this just a visit?"
"I'm staying."
"Good. Your wife missed you."
He gave her a narrow look. "You and Storm friends?"
"Not really. We spar occasionally. But this is the first sunny day Westchester has seen in months. I find it somehow beyond coincidental."
Wolverine couldn't help the flare of pain and pride that he felt knowing Storm had missed him. "Speakin' of my wife, ya seen Storm around?"
"A while ago. She and Ali were taking your new fledgling shopping."
Salem Center Mall
"Doesn't this kid get tired?" Alison asked dropping the armload of bags she was carrying, rubbing her wrists.
"Apparently not," Ororo stated, watching as Jubilee held up two T-shirts in front of her, parading in front of a full length mirror. She turned to Ali and Storm.
"Which one?"
"The blue one," Ali answered.
Jubilee looked at the two shirts in her hand. "Really? Not the yellow?"
"Ok, fine. The yellow one."
Jubilee turned back to the mirror. "Hmm. Maybe I should keep looking."
"Uuugh." Ali threw up her hands. "Remind me again, why we're doing this?"
Ororo smiled, her blue eyes twinkling behind her sunglasses. "Because she's now a member of Xavier's dysfunctional little family."
"Right." Alison grinned. It was nice to have her best friend back and not the empty shell she'd been up until recently. "How are things with you and Wolverine?"
Ororo blushed. "He's home to stay," she answered.
"Good." Alison nodded. She stretched her arms over her head, causing the deep green tank top she was wearing to rise on her flat stomach, revealing the thin straps of her red thong under her low rise jeans.
Several long minutes later Jubilee finished browsing, deciding on both the blue and yellow T-shirts. "Where to next?" she asked happily.
"Home." Ali said. "Some of us have other plans today."
"Lounging by the pool staring at Gambit doesn't count as other plans, Ali."
Ali winked at Storm. "You have to admit there are very few more appealing ways to spend your time. That boy is just eye-candy, pure and simple. With that body! Broad chest, flat abs, tight ass…Yum."
"Okay, negating the fact that the man is my BROTHER, that was still more visual than I needed." Ororo picked up her packages. "Ready?" she asked Jubilee.
"Sure. I wanna get back and see Wolvie anyways."
Ali coughed into her hand, trying unsuccessfully not to laugh. The girls stopped by a small diner for a bite, Jubilee asking a million and one questions, wanting to know how they all came to the school, how Wolvie and Storm hooked up, who was Xavier, why did everyone wear silly costumes, where could she get a silly costume, who was single, who was a bitch, how did one get to be an X-Man?
"Geez, kid, breathe," Ali muttered.
They spent a lot of time talking and the more they were around her, the more Ororo and Ali liked Jubilee. She was funny and full of spunk.
Hours later as they were pulling the Shelby GT into the driveway, Kurt bamfed onto the hood of the car.
"Man! You have got to stop doing that!" Jubilee squealed.
He grinned, yellow eyes glowing, white fangs gleaming. "Football on the back lawn in one hour. Come watch?"
Ali and Ororo exchanged looks. "You sure you should be playing football, Kurt?" Ali asked.
"I'm the ref," he explained.
"Oh." Ali looked at Storm. "Wanna?"
"Sure."
Kurt glanced at Jubilee. "How about you?"
"I don't know…"
"C'mon, it'll be fun."
Jubilee grinned. "Okay."
"Great." BAMF
"He's cute." Jubilee said with a smile.
"Too old for you." Ali responded. "You're like what, twelve?"
"Fifteen!"
"Oh, sorry." Ali rolled her eyes. "Kurt's nineteen. You're jailbait."
"A girl can look."
"Just so long as that's all you do." Ali pulled her bags from the seat. "Come on Lolita, let's go put your stuff away. See you in an hour, Stormy."
Storm's eyes flashed white. "Remind me to beat Gambit senseless for teaching you that horrid nickname."
"Geez. Is she serious?" Jubilee asked as they strode into the mansion.
Ali laughed. "Very."
Back Lawn
"Oooh. That had to hurt." Ali winced as Colossus and Wolverine collided.
Storm peered through the fingers over her eyes. "Is he alright?"
Jubilee punched her in the arm. "Course he is. He's indestructible! Go Wolvie!"
Ali stood up. "Go team!"
"Which team?" Jean asked from behind them on the small bleachers.
"Ehn. Whichever one's winning."
Cyclops threw the ball long, a sweet pass to Warren, who was in the air, spiraling with the ball towards the goal. "Touchdown!"
Kurt's arms were in the air. "Halftime!"
Alison looked at Storm and Jubilee. "Ready?"
Storm grinned. "You know he's going to kill us, right?"
"Probably." Ali laughed. "Come on Jubes. Stormy, go get ready." The two girls took the center of the makeshift field, Alison carrying a large boom box. She glanced at the sidelines where the two teams were seated, talking strategy. "May I have your attention please?" she shouted.
All eyes were on them.
Alison smiled her imp smile, pointing at Wolverine. "This one's for you, big man! Welcome home!" She pressed play on the stereo and instantly loud music wafted in the air.
Storm dropped from the sky, wearing a very skimpy cheerleader outfit, her long hair in a high ponytail, her short skirt flouncing as she landed. Bobby let out a low whistle and even Cyclops seemed riveted. Storm grinned cheekily, blowing Wolverine a kiss, before moving to the music blasting from the stereo. Shaking her ass, flashing her X marked bloomers and rustling her pom-poms, ironically borrowed from Jean.
It took a moment for them to realize that the lyrics to the song had been changed, but when they did, all eyes turned to Wolverine.
Oh Wolvie You're so fine,
You're so fine you blow my mind.
Hey Wolvie(Huff Huff)
Hey Wolvie(Huff Huff)
Oh Wolvie You're so Fine,
You're so Fine You Blow My Mind
Hey Wolvie (Huff Huff)
Hey Wolvie
Wolverine strode towards the dancing Storm, a dark scowl on his face,. She took a step away from him, then another and another, until she broke into a run, laughing as he caught her from behind, swinging her over his shoulder, screaming as he tickled her unmercifully. "Ya think that's funny?"
"Y-yes," she gasped laughing. "B-blame-Ah, Blame Jubilee! Ahh! Stop!" She writhed under his onslaught.
As if conjured into being by the sound of her name Jubilee threw herself on Wolverine's back. "I got him! Don't worry, Storm, I'll save you! Eeep!"
Wolverine growled, tossing Jubilee over his shoulder, tossing her gently on the grass beside Storm. "Here's a good rule of thumb fer ya ta follow," he said, a crooked smile on his face. "If the thought of something makes ya giggle fer more than fifteen seconds, yer ta assume that yer not allowed ta do it."
"Aw, come on. You liked it!" Jubilee teased.
Wolverine's dark gaze settled on a still sprawled out Storm. He gave her skimpy outfit a brief once over, his smile turning predatory. "Yeah, I like it." He reached down, pulling her to her feet before tossing her over his shoulder, her arms dangling down his back, his arm locked around her legs. "I'm out, Scooter," he called over his shoulder, walking away from the field.
Ororo lifted her head, brushing her ponytail out of her face. She waved to Ali, her grin brilliant.
"'Ow come you not wear a cute cheerleadin' outfit for me, bella?" Gambit asked coming up behind her, arms wrapping around her bare midriff.
Before Ali could respond Jubilee strolled past, popping a bubble in her mouth, lowering her sunglasses. She gave Gambit a once over, then winked at Ali. "Not bad."
Gambit chuckled. "I like 'er."
Ali pinched him. "Little flirt!" she called after Jubilee.
"You know it!" Jubilee called back. "You know," she said to no one in particular, "I think I'm gonna like it here."