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Summery: He watches people and decides to talk to her. What happens when two Lonely Souls talk? What do two lonely souls talk about anyways?

Chapter Four: A True Goddess

It's been days since their last conversation. Ororo has been too busy preparing the finals and getting last minute questions from her students. Why the children had to wait until the last minute to ask their unanswered questions, and for studying help, was beyond her.

The Weather Witch was pleased to finally get some free time on a Friday night. She walked around her bed room, up in the attic, in a short, silk, light blue bathrobe getting things ready for her night in, as her large bathtub filled with steaming water. After she watered the last of her plants with a rain cloud, the African walked into her bathroom and stripped out of her silk bathrobe before she slid into the hot water of the full bathtub. With her toes, she turned the faucet of and then leaned back against the bathtub, with closed eyes and relaxed.

Logan stalked the hall of Xavier's Institute, either growling or glaring at everyone he passed. He was on his way to her room. He figured that she'd be stressed with the finals just around the corner and he wanted to see if he could help calm the Storm. But in all honesty he just wanted to be with her.

He walked into the attic and was surprised to find her bedroom empty with the lights on. He sniffed the air and inhaled the scent of plants and Ororo. And her oils. So, Storm was taking a bath. He should leave; every fiber in his body told him to leave and let the Goddess relax but the impulse was just too great.

He stalked towards her large private bathroom and gently pushed the door open. This was one of those times he was glad that he actually was part animal. It gave him a great skill of stalking and hunting his prey. And Storm was his prey. Quietly he opened the door and leaned against the wooden door frame. His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of a true Goddess.

Because she uses oils instead of that smelly bubbly shit women usually use he got to see her whole gorgeous body in the nude. One leg lies on the floor of the bathtub, with the other was slightly bent at the knee which was out of the water in the nearly over-flowing tub and leaned against the side of the tub. Darkened hazel eyes travel higher still only to pause at her sex. The sight of her clit made him wonder how a Goddess tasted like. He shook himself mentally and continued his exploration up her naturally tanned body. A well toned stomach led his exploration up to two large mountains of chocolate brown breasts with darker coloured nipples. They'd fill a mans' whole hand and more. After taking in her perfect breasts his tore his eyes away from them and continued taking in her perfected body, to her arms that rested on either edge of the tub's rim. Then, finally, he took in her beautiful face. This was why she was a Goddess, Logan mused.

Staring at her face he noticed that her eyes were closed, and by the sound of her breathing, she was almost asleep. Not wanting to disturb her, Logan turned around to leave, but while doing so, he accidentally knocked down her bottles of oil. With quick reflexes he managed to catch the bottles before they hit to the ground.

Behind him, Ororo's eyes shot open and she sat up in alarm at the sudden noise. Dark blue eyes stared at Logan in confusion. What an earth was he doing in her bathroom? And for how long had he been in here? Was he watching her? She watched the gruff-looking Canadian put her bottles back on its proper shelf, but still not in its proper order. She watched him turn then, and face her. Completely comfortable in her unclothed form, she did nothing but lock eyes with Logan and waited from him to explain.

Any man, Logan thought, would be tempted to take another glance at her delicious body. But Logan was not just any man; he simply stared straight into her eyes. Oh, those beautiful blue gems of eyes. He stared into those blue pools of eyes for a long silent moment before he realized that she was waiting for him to talk. "Sorry Darlin', didn't mean ta disturb yah."

As Ororo stared into his eyes she realized that he was looking at her the same way he looked at Jean, and yet, it wasn't the same. There was more then lust in his eyes, but what, she wasn't sure, but nevertheless, she liked it. She like the way he was staring so intensely into her eyes instead of, say her breast. She liked the feeling she got because of the way he was staring at her. She felt like she was the prey and he was the hunter. Once she found her voice, she spook, "What are you doing in my bathroom, Logan?"

He could smell the heat coming of off her and as much as the scent drove him crazy with want, he knew that he had the keep his control. The urge to take her right here and then was too strong. But he respected her, and he wouldn't do anything that would ruin their friendship that had grown in the past few days. "Came ta talk ta ya Darlin', but I can come back later." He answered her huskily.

She heard his arousal in his voice when he spoke and that just aroused her further. This wasn't right. She doesn't get affected, doesn't get aroused just by a man staring at her. By a man being attracted to her. "I will meet you in my bedroom in three minutes, Logan." She told the Canadian. She watched him nod and then leave before she climbed out of the bathtub. Ororo slipped on her bathrobe before she let the now lukewarm water run down the drain. She grabbed a hairbrush and started to run its' bristles through her hair as she walked out of the bathroom and found Logan admiring her plants.

Author's Note: Sorry for the late up-date. I hope you enjoyed this short chapter. And thank you all for your reviews! Keep 'em coming!

Next chapter: Promise. What will happen in Ororo's bed room after she caught Logan in her bathroom?