Storm moaned deeply into her pillow unsure of what force had suddenly caused such a strong feeling or arousal to grow within her. In the darkness of the summer night she sweat bullets. kicking off her sheets until they were left abandoned on the floor beneath her bed. From her mattress Ororo watched as the full moon rose higher in the sky sending its light pouring through her window. Such nights would have been a pleasure to sleep in but for some reason what she had written off as hormones were keeping her from rest. Giving into her body's need to stand she rose from the edge of the of the bed making her way towards the sliding glass window. Opening it she closed her eyes and took in the gust of warm wind that made its way inside.
Logan swung at invisible enemies as he made his way through his room in memorized combat formation. Three times he had tried to rest and three times the images in his head had proved to be impossible to ignore. Why was he having these thoughts now? Why couldn't he control them as he had done with everything else. "Because animals cant be controlled". The hairs on Logan's neck stiffened as his mind brought forth the answer. Another swing. "Train a dog all you want but in the end its still just a dog". Crash. In a single punch he managed to send his dresser smashing into a wall. "Damn it" he hollered. A part of him wanted the images out of his head but another part of him willed them to stay. She was the untouchable goddess. A piece of meat being hung over his starving head and oh what he wouldn't do for a taste.
Storm jumped at the sound of Logan's voice coming from down the hall. Anyone else would have been terrified but from Ororo's experience such noises were common place in his domain. Looking out into the open air she wondered if the weather had gotten to him as much as it had gotten to her. She squeezed her legs together as yet another jolt of arousal forced its way into her body. Perhaps she should help by bringing down a few clouds and. "uhhh" The weather goddess managed to slap a hand over her mouth before a full moan was able to escape. "Goddess…what's wrong with me" she whispered. Returning to her bed she was disappointed by the lack of heat that had left. Laying miserably across the heated sheet she plopped her head onto the one cool pillow
she could find. She had never known such frustration and wondered if Jean had been right about waiting too long to "put out". It wasn't that she wasn't interested in sex, it was just that she closest she had gotten was with a guy who cheated on her soon after. This made it harder for her to trust men and since she couldn't read minds like Jean eventually gave up on them all together. Storm wanted to be with no...belong to a man who she knew would want her and only her.