Note: SO sorry it's taken me FOREVER to finally update this story. I had a bit of writer's block on this one for a while and was working on a bunch of other RoLo fics I have in the works. But anyways… Here it is, and I hope you enjoy! :) This chapter falls a little more on the humorous/fluffy side.

Nine

"Gimme back my CD, Porcupine!"

"Chill, girl! I don't have it, I swear!"

"Evan, Ah let'cha borrow it last night!"

"Yeah, but I gave it to Kitty to give back to you!"

With a low growl and disgruntled moan, Logan rolled out of bed without even fully opening his eyes and shuffled to the door on autopilot, intent on putting an end to the racket in the hall. He thrust the door open and leaned out, growling in irritation at Rogue and Evan who were stunned silent by his sudden, angry presence. "Quit'cher bellyachin' an' go get ready fer school!"

Both Rogue and Evan stopped arguing to continue gaping at him in shock.

"What?!" Logan snarled, still tired and agitated about being woken so early.

Rogue gestured vaguely behind him. "Uh, isn't that…"

"Auntie O's room?" Evan finished.

Logan blinked and rubbed a hand through his hair before glancing behind him. Dammit, he'd forgotten he'd slept in Ororo's room last night. Steeling his resolve and refusing to show that he was flustered in front of the kids, he pointed a finger at each of them and narrowed his eyes. "Can it," he growled, stepping back into the room and trying hard not to slam the door before marching back to the bed.

Ororo was lying on her side, head propped on her hand and smiling at him in amusement.

He lifted one eyebrow and ignored her look, crawling back beneath the covers and snaking at arm around her waist, tugging her against him.

She giggled, squirming slightly as he pulled the blankets back over them. "Do you always answer the door in your boxers?"

"Cripes." Logan muttered a curse under his breath and shook his head, squeezing Ororo around the middle and pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

"We should get up," she murmured unconvincingly.

"Nng…" Logan groaned. "Not yet."

"Whose turn is it to make breakfast?"

"Scott an' Jean I think," he answered after a brief pause.

"Okay," Ororo conceded, "We can sleep in a little longer."

"Hmm. Good." Logan grinned happily between Ororo's shoulder blades, inhaling her heavenly scent and keeping her close.

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"Well…that was awkward," Evan muttered uncomfortably as he and Rogue vacated the dorm hall on their way down for breakfast, completely forgetting their earlier argument.

"Ah know, right? Ah can't believe Logan jus' walked outtah 'Roro's room half nekkid!" Rogue exclaimed in disbelief as they descended the stairs.

"Dude." Evan stopped mid-step and made a face at her. "That's my aunt. I really don't wanna think about what was or wasn't going on in there." He shuddered dramatically.

"Right." Rogue grimaced apologetically and offered a sheepish shrug as they continued on their way. "Sorry." As much as she felt sort of bad for Evan for having to think of his aunt being in a mature adult relationship, Rogue was silently thinking how sweet it was that Logan and Ororo were finally getting together. Maybe if they were lucky Logan's moods would improve enough that he'd go easier on them all in training. It was highly doubtful, though, Rogue thought ruefully as she and Evan entered the bustling kitchen.

"You guys are not gonna believe what we jus' saw!" Rogue blurted, unable to help herself.

"Rogue!" Evan exclaimed, the girl ignoring his instant scowl.

Kitty and Kurt both bounded forward, eager to hear some gossip, and Scott and Jean paused by the stove to turn around, Jean scrambling eggs while Scott flipped pancakes.

Still ignoring Evan's muttering protests, Rogue told everyone how Logan had burst out of Ororo's room half naked to tell them to shut up.

"OhmiGod!" Kitty exclaimed, gasping and throwing both hands over her mouth. "That's like, whoa."

"Ororo and Logan?" Kurt uttered in astonishment. "I don't believe it!"

"Believe it," Evan grumbled, pouring himself a large glass of milk at the counter.

Scott, ever the voice of reason, threw in a swift, "Cool it, guys," and returned to flipping pancakes.

Jean spooned out the scrambled eggs into a large serving tray. "Hey, they're both adults. It's none of our business."

Rogue rolled her eyes at Miss Perfect's supreme show of maturity, all the while thinking that the redhead was just as shocked about this new revelation as the rest of them. Snatching an apple off the table, she sat down near Kitty to have her breakfast, wondering if Logan and Ororo would come down together and join them.

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"I ain't goin' down there," Logan growled as Ororo attempted to drag him toward the stairs.

"Logan, it's just a bunch of teenagers. You were the one who said they'd figure it out eventually," she reminded him with a chiding look.

He made a low growl in the back of his throat. "Yeah, but I didn't think it was gonna be so soon, an' not like that!"

Ororo just smiled comfortingly at him, hooking her arm around his and patting his hand. She had a natural way of calming him down. "We were sleeping in the same bed and nothing happened. Even if it did, even when it does, we are both consenting adults. There is no wrongdoing."

Logan snorted. He really couldn't argue that, but he still didn't want to face a room full of gossiping, wide-eyed teenagers.

"It will be fine," Ororo reassured him. She smirked a little. "And if worse comes to worst, you give them that infamous Wolverine glare."

"Hmph." He gave a short chuckle at that, and together they continued into the kitchen to brave the onslaught of knowing teenage looks, whispers, and giggles.

Logan purposely didn't look at anyone as he marched toward the coffeemaker on the counter to pour himself a cup. He then snatched up the newspaper and managed to tune out the kids' voices as he sat down in the window seat. He was pleased when Ororo joined him, cup of tea and croissant in hand.

She smiled warmly in a way that made his insides melt and his heart flutter with embarrassing intensity.

When the chatter suddenly stopped and the kids all seemed to be staring at them, Logan gave them all his most menacing glare and they quickly averted their eyes and resumed with the casual chit-chat. Ororo had been right. The look was quite effective. Impressively so. Grinning with pride, Logan flipped his newspaper back up and continued reading the sports page with satisfaction.

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Ororo could tell that Logan was feeling a little more at ease once the kids had all taken off for school, and they stood elbow to elbow at the sink, washing and drying the dishes, pots and pans from breakfast.

"See?" She nudged his arm with her own, smiling sideways at him. "I told you it wouldn't be that bad."

"Hmph." Logan grunted and passed her a dish to dry.

"Who do you have for training after school today?" Ororo asked curiously, knowing that if he had Rogue or Evan he was probably going to give them a hard time for getting the gossip going. She hadn't yet checked with the Professor to see who she'd be training with later on, but she had a few ideas for a session regardless.

"Jean an' Half-Pint. We're doin' some repelling at the cliffs today. Scott an' Rogue are scheduled for the danger room, which means you got Elf an' Porcupine." Logan passed her two more dishes and started scrubbing the pan the eggs had been cooked in.

Ororo watched him work secretly with a smile on her face, staring at the rippling muscles in his forearm as he scrubbed at the pan, warm soapy water making his skin glisten. Goddess, she just wanted those strong arms wrapped tight around her.

"…with the kids?"

By the time she realized Logan had been speaking to her, she only caught the tail end of his question and blinked at him blankly.

Logan tried to hand her the pan he'd finished washing and looked at her with concern. "'Ro? Y'okay, darlin'?"

She shook her head to clear it and smiled at him, hoping he couldn't tell she'd been fantasizing. "Yes, I'm sorry. What did you ask me?" Ororo took the pan and dried it with the dishtowel before putting it on the rack with the rest of the dishes.

"Where'd you plan on doin' today's trainin' with the kids?"

"Oh, um, I was thinking the tunnels beneath the mansion. I don't think either Evan or Kurt have had any sessions down there yet."

Logan nodded his head, then plunged both hands into the soapy dishwater again and lifted a palm filled with suds before taking a deep breath and blowing it at her.

"Logan!" Ororo laughed and jerked back, swatting at his shoulder as suds landed in her hair. Smiling mischievously, she waved a hand at the sink and used her powers to create a small blast of wind that blew an enormous mound of suds directly into Logan's face.

"Oh, now this is war!" he growled playfully, making Ororo laugh because he was wearing a soap sud beard. "C'mere!"

She shrieked, giggling madly as he flung his arms around her, pulling her tight to his chest and rubbing his sudsy face against her cheek. "You don't know who you're messing with!" Ororo teased, her eyes going white as she conjured up a small, dark cloud over Logan's head that began raining, soaking him instantly. She got pretty drenched as well because he wouldn't let her go, but Ororo didn't mind.

"'Ro!" he barked without anger, trying to pull her more directly under the cloud.

Ororo struggled against him, even though she could have just as easily dissipated or moved her little rain cloud; she liked the feeling of being so close to him, and would rather he not let her go. Leaning backwards as Logan tugged at her hips, she accidently kicked at his foot, and suddenly he was falling, slipping backwards on the growing puddle beneath their feet. He howled in surprise, unintentionally pulling her down with him. Ororo landed on his chest with an "Oomph!", the air whooshing out of her lungs as she heard his adamantium-laced skull slam against the kitchen tiles with a solid THUNK!

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Slightly dazed from the fall, Logan shook his ringing head and suddenly realized that Ororo was trembling in his arms, making a strange, high-pitched keening, gasping noise. He didn't smell blood, but that didn't mean she wasn't hurt. "'Ro? 'Ro, darlin', you alright?" he asked in alarm.

She lifted her head from his chest, still shaking, but her face stretched with child-like amusement. The strange sounds she was making now made a helluva lot more sense. Laughing. She was laughing. "I'm sorry, Logan!" she gasped out between peals of laughter. "That was—that was—" Ororo cut herself off with another fit of the giggles, dropping her head back down against his chest.

"Hmph." Logan grunted, his arms still wound around her. "I'm glad you find my pain so damn amusing," he muttered sullenly.

"Oh, Logan, I'm so sorry," she said, lifting her head again and struggling to compose herself. Her expression was suddenly awash with sympathy. "Are you alright?" Ororo's right hand slid to the back of his head, searching for injury that he was certain she knew wouldn't be there. He wasn't going to say anything, though. It was a nice gesture and he liked her touching him.

"I'm fine," he rumbled, sitting up with Ororo in his lap and glancing back at the spot where his head had connected with the tiles. "Not so sure the floor is, though." Logan grimaced at the visible cracks and dent in the floor.

Ororo was hiding her smile behind a hand, the other pressed against his chest.

Logan grinned, starting to tip his head forward so he could kiss her, when his nose picked up a scent and he snarled, pulling back.

"What is it?" She frowned.

Growling under his breath, Logan gently shifted Ororo off his lap and stood up before pulling her to her feet. "Chuck's comin'."

"Oh." Ororo stifled more laughter and made her way back to the sink, waving a hand to dissipate the cloud that Logan had completely forgotten was still raining down on them.

Logan joined Ororo at the sink, and when Professor Xavier finally wheeled into the kitchen, they both tried to pretend that everything was normal and they weren't dripping wet. The feigned normalcy lasted all of nine seconds.

Charles' chair came to a stop, the rubber wheels squeaking in the puddle of water behind them. "Is there a problem with the pipes?"

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