Storm
Storm wasn't sure of the last time she had seen Logan eat let alone in the mansion's kitchen. Focusing on her food the woman took the rare opportunity to look up studying the man before her. He was more muscular than most men she knew. The result of carrying heavy artillery in several wars throughout the years. Over time muscle had covered muscle to the point where it appeared that his body was in a perpetual state of flexing and the Storm blushed at the thought of being held against it.
Although his face did not reveal his true age, Logan's stood testament to what Ororo could only describe as a tribute Masculine beauty. His hands were boulders compared to the fork barely made visible in his right one. His jaw was square and complimenting of his features all the way down to the rough stubble that littered his chin and as he continued to chew she could just make out the thin vein that pulsed with every movement of his teeth.
Storm smiled as the man shoveled yet another heap of meat and eggs into his mouth. His table manners left a lot to be desired but such a thing was part of his endearment. Making her way from his lips Storm stopped suddenly at the brown eyes she saw staring back above them and shivered as a tingle hit the center of her spine. He was watching her.
Quickly looking away Ororo sought a new topic. "How did you sleep last night" she offered. Without looking up Logan stopped his chewing for a moment, a tinge of light pink briefly flickering to the surface of his cheeks. Had he just blushed? "Fine" he grunted filling his mouth with the last bit of food he had left on his plate.
Wolverine
Wolverine could feel his eyes dilate as his sensitive nose picked up on the explosion of a new scent that filled the room. Returning his eyes to the woman in front of her he felt his member twitch at the realization of what it was. Storm was aroused and the thought excited him.