Chapter Eight: Welcome to the Jungle!
The winds picked up Beasty stared at the bending trees with Rogue by her side they stood in a questionable united awe as Remy and Storm walked from the cliffs to the back porch.
"You think their… you know" Rogue asked Beasty with an awkward face.
"Wouldn't you." She replied to Rogue, her face got soft but then hard again. "Don't do that to your face sweetie people might think you like him." Beasty offered some words.
In the middles of Rogues embarrassment, Remy and Stormed entered the kitchen smiling.
"You two enjoy your walk?" Beasty asked knowing Rogue wouldn't.
"You watching us" Storm questioned back jokingly.
"Well when you parade around with smiles like that one starts to wonder my dear." Beasty teased back.
Storm grinned ear to ear she leaned in close to the ladies and explained "The news might have skipped you but I am married."
"I see no ring." Rogue mocked over the security of Beasty shoulder.
"Not a tradition where I am from."
"Better question how many times have you consummated this relationship." a wicked smirk came to Beasty face.
"If your husband had a reputation of being a wolverine what do you think would happen?" Storm played it cool.
Storm faced off with Beasty knowing fully well she was a telepath their eyes laid dead lock for a moment that wouldn't end, Beasty perched her lips and relaxed her upper body.
"Touche love." Beasty admitted defeat, crossing her arms.
Rogue and Remy were left on the sidelines, exchanging confused expressions, something happened and they were differently on the outs of it. Rogue shrugged her shoulders and Remy gave a wink and smirk. Her eyes were quick to look to ground she took in a sigh and let the tingly sensation she felt past. Her eyes wondered back up only to see Remy grinning in victory. She squirmed in her body until her face became blush red, her child like shyness was adorable in Remy eyes.
"If you two love birds are finished." Beasty interrupted the two southerners "Me and Rogue here were heading to the mall going to find out a new outfit for Friday."
"Yea party party." Rogue said in an uncomfortable tone.
"Can we join?" Remy commented with high lopes "I could give my expert opinion on what looks good on a body like that." he gave a once over.
"Never." She folded her arms in disgust.
"What my cheerful friend here means is yes we'll see you in an hr." Beasty ignored Rogues shocked and disgusted face. Trying to hide her laughter Beasty took off fleeing from the kitchen with Rogue hot on her tail.
"Why do you tease her like that?" Storm slapped Remy in the chest.
Faking a wounded face he answered "Cause she loves it."
"Such a guy you are."
"Yea I got the ten inches to back it up."
"Ten." Storm looked down and back up at Remy "A bit generous aren't we." She raised a brow.
"If wolverine didn't lie his scent into I'd be more then happy to give you a private viewing."
Storm laughed loud and fanatically at Remy's cheap attempts of seduction.
Their playful laugher was bunted when Jean came into the kitchen. A mess from her class she appeared frantic obviously looking for Logan. Attempting to play off her search she grabbed a bottle of water to relax her flushed skin. Her stiff upper lip was manacling the tension was so overwhelming Storm began to wonder how much longer she was going to be treated harshly.
"How was your morning Jean." Storm attempted to be civil
"Orgasmic and yours" Jean snapped back with extra aggression at the dark skinned beauty.
Knowing that Storms powers were back to some degree, Remy stepped back in percussion. Storm didn't react however, she batted her lashes and flipped her hair to the side.
"Enjoy that feeling." It was the sass in voice that made it seem more of a threat as if it wasn't going to happen anymore.
"I'll add it to the pile and the next one I get tonight."
"I'm sure it will be memorable." Storm laughed in a cocky tone.
"That it will…" Jean stood firm as Remy and Storm left linking arms "It will!"
Remy pulled Storm in at the top of the stairs brushing her fallen hair from her face. "That was over compensating chere." He joked trying to lighten Storms mood. "Their blue you know… dark but blue."
Storm sighed in frustration. "They are only going to get brighter." She referred to her changing eyes.
Nodding in agreement Remy offered some sound advice. "You're one of a kind, but you're in America where some of the most hennas people live in plain sight."
"Seems like a risk and additional work I do not have time for." Storm explained by her door way.
"Standing in plain sight doesn't mean you have to change a damn thing chere. Mutants are mutants here we don't separate for goddess." He winked.
His point was valid and made sense, it was risky but if done right it could work. Storm ignored the ambushous thought, he stomach turned at what would happened if she was exposed, suddenly Remy's words were brushed from her thoughts effortlessly.
"I shall see you later my friend." She looked up and told the tall Cajun.
"Non Chere see you in hour we going to the mall." He reminded her.
"Umm I am not going I do not have money."
"We're going final word."
"No!" Storm yelled. "I will not be joining you."
"We're going or do Remy have to make a phone call to a certain prince T'….what's that name again Stormy?" He chuckled knowing fully well who it was.
"You're jokes are neither funny nor appreciated." A boom of thunder clapped outside.
Taken aback Storm closed her eyes and collected her thoughts. It was starting again she told herself inwardly. She was back to being a stone of a woman in hiding from her emotions. A deep breath escaped her to see a fleeing Gambit. He was a smart man she thought.
Wonderful. Storm muttered to herself, upon opening her bedroom door.
Forcing the half broken door open, a pair of vex lode eyes focused on her puffing out a cloud of smoke. Logan sat atop of the dresser his claws of his left hand exposed, his right holding his cigar.
Storm jumped back holding her hand over her rapid beating heart. Her powers may be coming back but her nervous and body needed some work.
"You out with that swamp rat again." Logan's dark raspy voice tickled her spin.
"That I was." Storm replied calmly. She began to undress herself preparing herself for a long over due shower.
Logan took a sniff of the air and shuttered, she was wounded and it bothered him more then it should. Yet at the same time, the smell of her blood entranced him. Easy he told himself easy.
"You two are close all of sudden." His teeth gritted together and she could hear them.
"Mhmm…" Storm heath his tone. "No more close then you and that Red head."
She didn't even feel the gust of wind from Logan rushing towards her. He grabbed and twisted his arm to his will. "I really dislike your attitude."
Utter shock came across Storms face. Ignoring the deepening resentment she left for him at the moment and the pressure coming from her arm.
"How dare you! You think I shall stay here as if I am your property? Will not be hidden away at your arrogance!" she spat.
"Don't go near him... again." Logan warned.
"Who do you think you are to order me as if you have a say."
"I married you I have a fucking say." Logan barred his teeth his pulse throbbing.
"Then anole the marriage." Storm pushed, the boldness in her tone shook Logan and his grip released her.
"Ungrateful" Logan yelled.
"Unworthy!" Strom criticized back.
Logan thrust forward and shoved his wife out of ignorance.
"There's the proof." She accepted the shove. "What now you going fight me again, yell at me more or you going try and push yourself on me?"
If she had been a man before him they would have fought to a bloody finish.
Logan took a seat on the edge of the bed his wife in the corner by the window, with no pants on. It was sad that she knew him so well, because he would take her if she allowed him to. He could tell that Storm was slightly aroused but not enough for Logan to try anything aggressive. Anger retained with him minus the sweet arousing sent of her blood.
"I hate it when do this Logan." Her warm voice snapped him from his thoughts. "Is this it?" Storm didn't bother to look at her husbands face.
"Go shower" Was her adoring husband only response.
Rolling her eyes Storm did take a shower not cause he told her to but because that was her original intentions. She shook her head in strain she hated this, him the vibe that had no words between then. She wanted to tackle him in the bed and rest in his arm because he needed it, Storm needed it and it made sense in a foreign way.
Stepping into the shower, Storm turned and went under the foist the water rushed her. Her body shivered in pained as the water filled in the open wounds she rested her head under the water and watch the water take down the last bit of her black hair to the darkness of the drain.
She felt no connect to her body, the hot water felt neutral on her skin. She lost all the sensation feeling of heat upon her body. She wanted to cry and bare it all in the security of the shower but she couldn't her emotions now tied to the weather she feared what would happened if she let it all loose. "Uhm" she humped in sorrow. It wasn't loud enough for her to even notice that she made a sound but her husbands ears got called to attention.
Logan watched from the doorframe of the washroom. Stalking Storm behind the glass, he chest felt weird as she lathered up her body. She winced in pain, which Logan realized he was the cause for. Only the outline of Storms hair remained blackish pushing it up as the color faded the water ran down her soft face. She hated what she was becoming the ridged feeling of having no freedom to expressed building aggregation within her. The bold arms and that wrapped around her frame almost made her faint. It couldn't be him, Storm refused to believe he would be the one to brace her fall.
Logan bard arms quickly turned her to face him. "I didn't mean to." He faced the wounds and gashes on her once perfect body.
Was he apologizing? Storm thought to herself her mouth laid parted in question, Logan's thumb gently caressed it closed. He pushed her gently back against the tile under the water. Here it comes she thought, not that she was fully apposed at the moment of him taking her in the shower. She rested her head on Logan's shoulders in preparation, as he slid the remaining suds off her thighs. It was in that position that she realized he had his jeans on still.
Shutting off the foist, the water deceased and Storm was left to wonder what was happening. Logan reached out for a towel off the side counter and wrapped her in pulling her up he carried her out newly wed style.
Laying her on the bed he noticed there was a little peck on the corner of her left eye. It scabbed a bit and it cut him deep to see the perfection that was the beauty of her face was forever stained because of him.
She admired how his hair curled in waves when wet his dark hair popped his blue eyes. She wanted something from him she never desired before that made her stomach knot and her heart sink something she refused to ask for, instead her heart hid it way for another day. Stormed watched his soft face so torn in his soul she could feel his un-admitted anxiety
"You want me to forgive you?" She whispered.
Logan eyes closed and refocused on her changing blue ones. He didn't know how to use his words to ask for what he wanted.
"You're not the first one to leave a scar." Storm tried to offer support moving a fallen lock of curl from his face. He moved her hand away from his face. She wasn't getting it.
"I don't want to leave scars like that on you." His head sank like a sorry pup and made Storm "aw" in thoughts.
"Then don't." Storm answered simply "Leave memories instead" She wrapped her arms around his bard back and laid her lips to his.
She couldn't feel heat as much anymore but she knew the body atop of hers was warm and protecting. His tongue roamed her neck and sent the most profound sensations down her body. Logan's hips beginning to swerve, as the wet denim road Storms thigh, her eyes melted to the back of her head. Logan's lips found hers as his hand circled her nipples. Her hips buck riding him and his coarse denim. "Uh" a gasped breath released from her lips. Storm shut her eyes in tension, pulling on Logan's mane. Her breath latched Logan's ear and knew what was coming, but he wouldn't allow her to reach like that.
Storm fiddled with the button and zipper of his pant pushing them down with her feet she angled herself in excitement. Tossing the towel to the side Logan braced her thighs.
"I want you to want this." Storm expressed.
"I crave this." Logan squeezed her thigh. Devouring her mouth further she tasted nothing like he has ever had. It was an impossible first but Storm was in his head, she was in his pours, he demanded every ounce of her.
"What are you" he whispered graining his pelvis into her making her moan.
"Show me who you are." She groaned into her ear as if she had no breath left in her. It was the same thing she uttered into his ear when they were out in the forest the first time. It drove Logan wild. A growl like no other left his chest as his fingers scraped her skin forming new 'memories'.
Storm was rising and couldn't handle the heavy pressure. "Do it now, now." She balled in Logan's arms "now!"
"UKKKK! Alert UUUUUUK! Alert" Logan shot up, full wolverine mood all over his face.
Storm flopped back her legs still open and head pounding in anger "You have to be kidding." She huffed "Again" she slammed her fits into the wet mattress while Logan dragged on track pants and ran out the door. Storm put on a hoodie she got from the floor and sluggishly left the tattered room.
Noise would have accrued before the alarm would have broken and there was none she knew this because Logan would have been on the prowl if any strange sound or scent got the attention of his inhuman senses.
"Lovely" the siren stopped screaming. Storm opened the door stepping into in the hall. She saw Scott punching in codes to what she was sure was an uncalled for alarm Storm could tell from his wet towel wrapped around hi, and his pissed off expression.
"You can't just set the alarm off like that Jean!" Scott barked after his ex who was cuddled in Logan's arms.
"I was frightened Scott! I thought someone was here!" she tried to defend herself. "Thank god Logan was right here because I was so scared."
"I thought there was an emergency." Logan said in irritation. "I was busy."
Storm bit her bottom lip trying hide her giddiness. It was short lived, green eyes mocked her by pushing Logans buttons "Storm I thought you had left to go on that date with Gambit."
Storm looked at Gambit who had clearly been napping. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. Remy has said not a word to the Red head.
Suddenly Logan's irritation left and Jean and feasted on Storm.
The thorn in the side of Storms hip dug deeper. Livability between Jean and herself was no longer an option.
Dignifying nothing Storm went back to her room closing the door behind her. She knew what was coming, resting against window that now became her spot when her and Logan fought. It began to feel as if every step she took with him, there was eight back, maybe there wasn't meant to be any progression twice interrupted and he kept clinging for her. No more Storm cried no more. She wasn't going to even argue anymore.
The cluster of students and staffed cleared and as predicted the bedroom door slammed open to allow a fuming Logan entrance.
"Then don't, isn't that what you said." Logan wasted no time into digging into her.
"And here we go!" Storm promised herself that wasn't going to argue but she could still be mad. "She's lying!"
"You're not going with that fucking Cajun then?" Logan roared.
"You asking or telling me" Storm stomped over to him.
"Answer me…"
"I was asked." Storm crossed her arms "To go to the mall with Remy and…."
"Ugh." Logan knocked over some piled clothing and magazine on aside table. "You are a bitch you know that!"
"I wasn't going to go…clearly." She pointed to the bed all messed up and looking tempting to roll in again.
"Don't talk just shut up." Logan punched a wall in vain.
"No!" Storm pushed back "Why are you mad Logan? Huh why are you really mad?"
"Because youre…"He grasped onto her thick bun of hair and pulled it back tilting her head he noticed her blue eyes forming and to a degree welting.
"Logan could we take a walk I could really use a shoulder."
Storm closed her eyes, forcing all the strain she could feel her body hording inside. That voice needed to be silenced, that naggy high pitched needy voice needed to come to an end.
"Yea." Logan replied to Jean who still remained pounding at the door. "I'm finished here."
Logan departed his wife for the second time making her appear the lesser of his worries yet again. He was good at forcing tears of unworthiness to form from his bride's eyes.
How did he walk away so proudly every time Storm pondered? "What are you Logan" Storm casted over her shoulder.
He stopped but the forceful nature of Jean dragged him threw the threshold.
It was the final pitch, the heaviness in her heart stopped. What was she trying to prove? Logan was not apart of the plan and she needed to stick to the plan. She concentrated as hard as she could under the circumstances to focus on the task at hand but it wasn't coming to vision. Collecting her inner worries the fear of who was there was no longer one number in her mind. There was a new number one.
Forcing on left over clothes from the floor the bitterness aching her mouth. She stepped out of her honeymoon spot and came to terms of her decision. She would start by going for a walk of her own.
"Stormy?" Remy grinned at her from the far room down the hall. "I like that look on you're face." He commented to his hall mate.
"Oh yea?" she coyly teased his jokes.
"Yea determined bitched suits you."
Storm giggled, Remy was a fool but he was needed in her life. He brought the much needed humor and steady flow good vibrations her life lacked for years.
"I got a surprise for you." Remy called out for her to come towards him.
Opening up the door that Remy was leaning on he gave his wolfish grin, extended his hand to the twirling staircase.
"What is it?" Storm nudged him in the side.
Climbing the staircase together, Remy covered her eyes until Storm reached the top of the landing. He uncovered her eyes and hit the light switch.
"It's a bit dusty up here but this Cajun can hire people to fix that."
Storm laughed taking in the room. Spinning in the massive empty space she twirled in peace of mind, she wasn't sure if it was the openness or the privacy but it brought her to a zen like state.
"I think it use to be an old game room." Remy narrated.
The upper unit space was wide and filled with ample space. Antique hardwood cover the room with high yet slope ceilings and the giant windows surrounding the room gave it a magnificent view of the whole property.
"Is this a bathroom?" Storm explored. "Ohh!" she gasped. "A foot tub" she stared in awe "I have longed for a bath."
"How did you find this place?" Storm questioned.
"I found it when I was sneaking back inside after curfew." Remy grinned remembering the memory. "Prof found out, he sentenced this Cajun to clean it or move in. I decided to stay near the ladies…you can have it."
Storms face stood in motion. She circled from the bathroom and walk out closet.
"Nice right." Storm ran to Remy arms and hugged him dearly.
"Its perfect." She kissed him on his smooth cheek.
Remy flipped a card from his wallet or so it appeared. "Here" he handed Storm the gold plastic. "Get some stuff."
"What do you mean?" She stared doe eyed at Remy.
"The mall, the ladies are waiting." Remy faced the bay style window and a feverish smile crossed his handsome face.
"You are not going neither am I." Storm stepped over to him by the window and stretched out to hand back his card.
"I would love to I really would but I heard a southern belle is staying in Remy cant pastup that chance."
"You're going that's an order, you need things aren't you sick of wearing his dirty laundry?" Remy glanced down Storms sloppy attire and then to the window, Storm followed his path of sight to see Logan walking firmly and Jean draped over him.
It sickened her soul to see it.
"Here." Remy handed her another credit card this time a black one "In case."
Storms eyes got narrow and serious that determined look bounced back onto her young face. She took the card from Remy's fingers.
"Love it" Remy chuckled.
"What?" Storm didn't break contact with Logan's frame her face remained stern.
"The look in your eyes." Remy nodded his head in support "That 'Im gonna kill that bitch look'"
"You're words not mine my southern friend. Goddess don't speak like that where I'm from."
Her pride was too bold to surrender to the fowl will of a man that couldn't appreciate what was in front of him.
"OWWWH!" Remy howled, he would have slapped that ass if they were a couple, her determined look was dead sexy.