Disclaimer-- Marvel isn't mine.

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 Five: Promise

She has a lot of plants and he wasn't surprised to find him all in full bloom; after all; she was the Weather Goddess. He turned when he heard her walk out of the bathroom to look at her. Dark, hungry hazel eyes study the now clad Ororo; that short blue silk bathrobe wasn't doing him any good whatsoever. After he took in the sight of her perfect body he looked back up at her face, into cool blue eyes. "Wanted ta see if yah needed help relaxin' but it looks like yah got that all covered." He said and motioned around the room with a hand.

She could feel his eyes on her and suddenly she felt like a piece of meat, but it only aroused her further. "That was very kind of you, Logan." She replied and straightened her posture a bit more.

Her arousal was so strong he could taste it, and he wondered again what a true Goddess tasted like not for the first time that night. He watched her like a hunter watched his prey and then nodded solemnly, before turning to the door. He had to leave, her scent was driving him mad with desire, and he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their friendship.

"Logan, was there something you wanted?" Ororo asked. She wasn't ready for him to leave yet; she didn't want him to leave. Besides, she didn't one-hundred believe his 'check up' story.

Logan stopped at the door when Ororo asked him if he needed anything. Yeah, ta fuck yah senseless, He thought with his back still facing her. Out her said; "Don' worry 'bout it, Darlin', It can wait 'til 'morrow."

Behind him, Ororo let her bathrobe fall to the floor around her feet and climbed into her bed. She propped her upper body up with her pillows and covered her nude form with the blue bed sheets. "We can take care of whatever it is right now, Logan." She told the Canadian before he had a chance to open the door. "I have time right now, which I might not have tomorrow."

Logan turned and looked at Ororo; the arousal in the room has evaporated into concern. He moved to sit on the bed and shared at empty space in front of him. She wanted him to talk to her, she didn't care, as long as he returned the favor; he knew that, so he figured that he's pay up his dept to the Storm. "I don' know how I feel fer Jeannie. All's I know is that I cared for 'er and I wouldn't mind fuckin' 'er. Hittin' on 'er in front of Cyke was great to, 'cause he knew that, an' he didn't like the though o' me fuckin' 'is fiancé senseless." He paused for a moment and just stared into a world Ororo couldn't see before he spoke again. "Jeannie's gone and I can't help but think that this is all my fault. I screwed everythin' up by comin' and stayin' 'ere. An' I could'a stopped Stryker if it weren't for his fuckin' body guard whore." He growled with closed eyes and tightly closed fists.

Ororo sat in silence for a moment, as Logan's words slowly settled into her mind. He blames himself, just like she blames herself. She gently placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and spoke hesitantly, trying to comfort him and herself. "We all blame ourselves for Jean's death, Logan, and some of us even prefer to blame others. But that is not going to change the fact that Jean is dead, and that we could do nothing to save her. You and I, we must learn to let go of the past and accept what has happened, but we will never forget Jean, because in mind and spirit, she is always with us." Ever since their talk in the garden, she had been thinking about Jean and all of the other people she has lost. Talking with Logan has only made her realize that she should all let go of the past in order to move on. She continued softly, "Will you help me move on?" But Ororo wasn't just thinking about moving on from Jean's death, she was also thinking about moving on from Forge… With Logan, of course Logan didn't know that, and Ororo felt that he didn't need too. Not yet at least.

Logan had opened his eyes when a gently hand touch his shoulder, but he didn't look at her as she spoke; until she asked for his help. Dark slightly surprised hazel eyes lock with hopeful blue one. "Only if yah help me move on, Darlin'." He answered the Goddess before him.

Ororo graced Logan with one of those Mona Lisa smiles that ever woman knew how to make, and no man knew how to resist and to keep from melting, and giving them everything the woman wanted. "It is a deal." The Goddess told him.

Logan looked at Ororo and nodded with an expressionless face. Now that this was over he had no excuse to talk to her, to be with her. He leaned forward, and gently kissed the African's forehead and then he stood. "G'night, Darlin'. I'll see yah in the morning." He told her before he turned and started walking towards the door.

Ororo watched Logan walk to the door, her mind racing a mile a minute. She had enjoyed talking to him over the past few days, and she enjoyed spending time with him. The young woman didn't want that to end. "Logan, wait." Ororo suddenly spoke surprising herself.

Logan froze at the door with one hand clasping the doorknob at her urgent sounding voice. He turned his head to look at her from over his shoulder, "Yeah Darlin'?"

Ororo considered the question she was about to ask him for a moment. Finally she asked him; "Will you stay the night with me?" After all, they did promise each other to help the other move on, and the promise wasn't specifically about Jean.

Logan was shocked. The white haired African Goddess wanted him to stay the night? He silently wondered why she wanted him to stay the night as he answered her question, "Sure Darlin'." He just has to remember to control himself.

Ororo seemed please with his answered and moved to the right side of the bed to give Logan the left side of the king sized bed. As Logan watched her move he realized that he wasn't sleeping on the floor but in bed with a naked Storm. That fact had all of his blood traveling south. Logan took a deep calming breath and moved to the appropriate side of the bed where he began to strip out of his clothes. Still clothed in a pair of boxers which for some reason he had put on that morning -- since he usually went commando -- He thanked impulse dressing, because what else could it have been? He gazed at the nude Weather Goddess who was laying on her side with her back facing him. Taking another deep breath, he climbed into bed with Storm.

Author's Note— I have some bad news. Because Logan and Ororo now both had a chance to express themselves, and they are both slowly moving on, this Fan Fiction is coming to an end.

There is one chapter left. The Epilogue. I will post that as soon at I can.

Thank you all for the kind reviews. Sorry for the late updates. I am really happy that you all are enjoying this Fan fiction because I enjoy writing it.

Please Review!