Wolverine:
The scent of the woman before him sent Wolverines senses into a frenzy. Everything within him was at war and her arousal did little to discourage the hardening between his legs. Remaining in his chair he watched as Storm rose from her seat in an attempt to dodge his gaze as she brought her dishes to the sink to be washed. She knew he could smell her otherwise she wouldn't have moved as quickly as she did all the while the pheromones she sent off were steadily increasing. Like fireworks they filled the air around him bringing out his most powerful of wants.
He couldn't leave now not even if he wanted to, which he didn't. The smell was too good. He simply needed more and if he couldn't bring himself to have her he would at least enjoy the smell of her and bask in the knowledge that it was him that was causing it. When she returned to get his plate Logan took a hold of her wrist stopping her as she looked up into his eyes and for a moment neither said a word. Standing now he looked down at the delicate creature in front of him. Without even trying she was making this hard.
"Storm I…" Clearing his throat Logan felt himself waver as his inner thoughts took over. "You're wet" he said casting his eyes down to the outline of a v that could be seen through her gown. His words were not a question but a statement. He would not let her deny it. Rising from his seat he allowed control to slip even further as he approached the woman. "I can smell you" he continued.
In the back of his mind Wolverine scolded himself for what he was doing. It was so much easier when people were there. Why wasn't anyone there? Leaning forward he ran his nose across the part or Ororo's shoulder that had been left bare due to a fallen strap and inhaled. "I bet if you took her now" the voice within his head spoke "she'd let you".
Storm:
For a moment Storm stood still. She didn't even breathe. His nose remained pressed against her for only a few seconds but as he pulled away she could still feel a warm spot in the place it had been. His eyes were wandering over her body now as if he could see through the thin fabric that covered her. They were dark, menacing and sexy beyond belief.
"L...Logan"? she whispered. Snapping from his trance the wolf like man looked down at the woman before him. Un-wrapping his fingers from around her wrists he allowed her hand to fall back to her side. "I" he began. "I need to get some air".