#11 – Name
Ororo didn't know any Logan's except one; and the one she did know always ignited some unnamed feeling in her stomach.
#12 – Sensual
She pops the top two buttons of her shirt, allowing a generous portion of her cleavage to show, a bit of her black bra peeking coyly around her white shirt; she pretends to be oblivious to it all, letting the warm night breeze run over her skin; the gentle wind teases her skin erotically causing her thoughts to stray to other things.
#13 – Death
Death was just a metaphor for something that was missing in her soul, something that even Logan's mouth can't kiss away.
#14 – Sex
Tongue like silk in her mouth while range-worn hands caress her curves; Sweet, sweet bastard French whispered into her mouth like a breath of life; a sandpaper growl vibrating against her stomach until she thinks she'll faint from the feel; wrapped up in her pleasure zone, she thinks if they ask her to speak she'll evaporate like air; two's company, but three's divine.
#15 – Touch
Tonight, they played a game using the five senses; touch, she decides as he runs his finger along her spine, is the second most sensual of the five; she draws one of his fingers to her mouth; taste being the first.
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Author's Notes: You can say that #14 was more comicverse inspired more than anything, which came about due to something my friend Nick said. ;)
