A/N: Thanks to henred5, betrue, majinmefor their reviews. The whole betting thing, it hadn't been a concious choice...just something that came up automatically when writing about Ororo's part in the night's conversation.
'anyways, more Ororo and Logan here...and also...
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2. LATE NIGHTS
Summary: What happens late at night?
'Is it just me or is there something between Ororo and Logan.'
With that thought swirling around in her mind, Jean returned to her, retiring for the ngiht, her arm wrapped around her softly snoring husband's chest.
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Later in the night,
A silent figure prowls the halls of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. He is restless tonight, the animal inside him not sated by the beating he gave those five challengers. No one beats he Wolverine, not even that walking hairball Sabertooth.
Tonight he needs something else. He needs someone else.
Her.
He needs her, for she is the only one who is always able to calm the beast and bring the man back from the brink of animalistic insanity.
His mind made up, he silently turns on his feet, like a large two-legged cat tracking its prey. Except that tonight, it is not a prey, its not even a woman….its a goddess. He wants to go to his Goddess.
No, not wants…he needs to go his Goddess.
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Unsheathing a solitary claw, he unlocks the door, silently turning the knob to push open the entrance of her inner sanctum. He needs to be silent. Not for her. She knows that he comes to her. Especially on nights like this, he always comes to her.
"Logan?" The call from the bed beckons the man, but as we already know, tonight its not the man. He growls to let her know that.
"Oh." He can see her smirk lifting to a smile. The soft moonlight screening in from the sky window, brings an ethereal glow to her soft mocha skin, naked for him to see. Just for him.
Its' as if she knew that he would come, and knowing the way she knows him, she most probably did. In that regard, she is ready for him, to face him…the animal. "Wolverine?"
"No." The mixture of spoken voice and a growl lets her know that tonight is a special night. A very rare occasion. Tonight both man and beast are there.
She also knows the cause for that. The beast came out during the fights, but the man was needed to calm the young woman who needs him to deal with nightmares – her own, his and also of the master of the magnetism, the one who tried to kill her.
"Its you," she lets him know that she knows who he is right now. "Come to me," her arms lift to him, beckoning him to come to her, into her circle of love and understanding.
They have done this so many times, its second nature to them.
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Taking off his only clothing – his skin tight weather worn jeans, he lowers himself to her side, letting her hug him and immersing him in the soothing pool of her natural calming scents – vanilla and sandalwood.
"I was waiting for you," she whispers into his ear, her warm breath, ticking his neck.
"Marie...nightmare…" is all he says. They don't need any explanations. They don't have any use for it, they know each other too well for that.
"Where?" she asks him quietly, a light blush rising on her cheeks.
"Lake," his answer is gruff, but the light fingers playing along her back, cause her to let out a moan of sweet agony.
Nodding her head, she raises them both, the covers caught between their bodies. They will need it later.
Floating in the air, they move out of the window, proceeding towards their destination.
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Minutes later,
Landing near the lake, they separate from each other, their bodies crying out at even the momentary separation.
Picking up the sheet, he spreads it over the soft grass. The night has cooled the stuffy air, but they don't pay attention to it. They are on fire and want to burn each other and get burnt themselves.
Sitting down, he, the feral draws her, his goddess, Ororo to his lap. Pulling her down, he rubs his face along her coffee colored honey suckle skin, leaving a wet trail as he licks along her length, from her supple thigh to her round hips, along her flat abdomen, over the full rounded breast topped by a pebbled nipple, to the hollow of her neck, ending finally on her soft full lips, which open up instinctively to allow his tongue to continue its intimate, almost reverent exploration.
"Logan," she moans into his mouth. She knows tonight is going to be long and its going to be special. Tonight he's let out the man and the beast and she, as a mirror to him, lets out the woman and the goddess.
"Grrrrr….'Rohhh," he is barely hanging on to the human side. He doesn't want to let it go. Not just yet. The Wolverine can have his mate later. Right now, the man needs the woman he loves.
Sitting on his thighs, she straddled him, feeling his hard length rubbing against her slickness. It would be so easy to just lift and let him in. It would be too easy.
Tonight she lets him lead, he needs that. He needs the compliance, he needs the submission.
Her submission….
…as he himself submits to her.
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Pulling her closer he tightens his hold, wanting to join them in body as they are already joined in their single soul.
He loves it here, this way…and so does she. Here in the wild, they are one with nature, just as they one with each other. They just have each other, all others forgotten. They are focused on their feeling the other, feeling the other as they sense themselves.
She can feel his claws straining against his knuckles, just as he can smell the slight change in the atmosphere. The animal and the goddess strain to get out, they want to get out.
"Not yet" they groan in unison.
Logan's lips tease her, first playing with hers…softly kneading them with his own, his tongue massaging her mouth, just as his hands massage her back. Groaning with pleasure, she pushes herself against him, mashing against his hard length.
They are both gentle and rough. Their kisses alternating between light touches barely touching each other and deep passionate joining. His hands massaging her back, just as she ran her nails along his perpetually tense corded muscles. In the day they are friends, teammates and colleagues, but with nightfall their truth comes out….they come out.
"'Ro…" he manages tightly. His control is tenuous and he makes his move before he loses all of it.
"Yesss," she answers his unspoken question, urging him to go on with his ministrations. She knows she cannot stop him, just as she cannot stop herself. She knows that soon the night sky will be filled with roars and lightening crashes. It is inevitable.
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Seconds later,
Drawing back, Logan started his downward journey, his first stop being the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. Biting down gently, he scraped the upper skin, before salving it with hot licks over the scratched surface. He knows every part of her body, just as she does his. She wears his scent just as he wears her. Continuing his licking he moved across her neck to the other side before moving down towards her breasts, causing her to arch away from him, allowing him easy access to her.
Reaching her twin peaks, he freed one hand and brings it to the front, flicking on chocolate colored nipple, causing it to rise up further, its surrounding skin covering with goose pimples. Bending down further, he parted his lips and enclosed them around the stiff nub.
"Uhnn….Goddess," Ororo's moan was instant as her one hand tunneled through her hair, while the other pulled him closer to him, pushing more of herself into him.
"So sweet," Logan mumbled, gently suckling on her, with intermittent nips and licks teasing her further.
"Please Logan," Ororo pleaded, not knowing what she wanted him to do, to continue his present ministrations or take her and free her from her agony. "Please."
Grinning against her breast, he moved to its partner, showering the same time and attention on it, driving her further towards the edge.
"NOW." Ororo growled at him. She couldn't stand it any longer. "Now." She whimpered her plea. They played this game, each giving up their control, and tonight she was giving up to him….giving into him.
His smile this time was feral, his pupils dilated to turn his normally hazel colored eyes to black. He circled his hands again to her back and then downwards to her hips, he grasped at her buttocks, gently kneading them before proceeding further to touch her center. The double assault from front and back causing her to involuntary jerk her hips into him.
"'Grrrrro…" his words mixed with his growls.
"Mmmmm…" She answered with a moan of her own.
Language was lost to them, with only grunts and moans filling the air as they gave into one another.
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"Oh my god" Jean Grey-Summers sat up in her bed, her body burning with arousal. Running her hand through her red tresses, she murmured,
"Ororo and Logan…what a dream?"
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