NOTE: I am a Rollo fan (Ororo & logan) and may be putting some in this + upcoming chapters and if you are not you may choose to stop reading now or skip over the chapters I label Rollo.
News spread fast at the institute. Overnight Storm had become the center of nearly every discussion amongst the teachers who promptly became silent when she entered a room they occupied. Thankfully the students had been left unaware of the situation that had taken place and she could walk among them without the pitiful glances she received from her peers. By request of Xavier Scott had taken over her class for that Friday leaving Ororo to wander around the estate with nothing to do. Her mind briefly ran over her decision to escort Fuzz to school that Monday but decided to wait until the day came before allowing her mind to imagine the worst case scenario of it. She had not told Xavier of her plans less he try to stop her.
Turning a corner she began walking down a set of stairs realizing her mind was subconsciously seeking out a familiar face. He was exactly where she thought she would find him. In the basement of the building working on the X jet. He rolled himself from under the vehicle the second Storm entered the room and she blushed realizing that it must have been her perfume that gave her away. "Hey Ro" The man grunted as he lifted himself from the floor. "How…how ya been"? Wolverine didn't have to explain his question for Storm to know what he meant. She shrugged. "Ive been fine…actually no" she said turning to face one of the walls. "I'm going to see if what Xavier said about the principal is true…the Monday I'm going to visit the school".
Wolverine ran a hand nervously through his hair as he looked at the woman in front of him. "Yah uh…is that the bastard who...". "Yes" Storm answered quickly as to not allow Wolverine to say the words. "I…I'm afraid" she whispered. From the corner of her eye she watched as Wolverine set his tools down on a nearby table wiping his hands in a worn yellow rag. "Maybe I should come with ya" he said the clink of his claws audible from where Storm stood. "No" she said. "We don't need any more reasons for people to fear mutants". Wolverine returned his weapons and turned moving purposefully as he made his way towards the white haired woman.
Wrapping a thick arm around Storm's waist he turned her pressing his lips against hers. For Logan feelings were better expressed physically wrather than verbally. He wanted to comfort her and this was the best way he knew to do it. Storm froze for a moment her mind briefly running over the possibility of a student catching them. "We should wait" she whispered between kisses. "The students are still up". Logan grunted in response but continued his gentle assault trailing kisses down the side of Ororo's neck as she sighed with fading objections. Moving his hands to cup the curve of her thighs. Wolverine lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist in response. Between the feel of his chest pressed against her breast and his hands roaming on her buttocks she found herself becoming lost in his heat not realizing they had moved until after she felt her back being pushed against the wall behind them.