Storm was true to her vow of silence. For over a week Logan was unsure if Ororo was even still in the house. Like a ghost she slipped past his line of vision and even with Wolverine's keen sense of smell he could not pin point her exact location. It was just as well Logan figured. "Out of site out of mind" but nothing could be farther from the truth. He wanted her more than he had ever imagined and just like a drug her absence was putting him more than a little on edge.
He thought her absence would help with the fantasies but instead it only served to increase them.
And the thought of her in the arms of another man was enough to drive him crazy.
Storm:
Storm ignored her own curiosity as she heard the sound of Logan doing what she guessed was a new fight simulation in the danger room. Bypassing the door to it she made her way towards the kitchen in search of something to settle her stomach. Since neither occupant had been to the store recently the near empty fridge offered only a carton of orange juice who's top had been sliced off no doubt the work of "Shred" a new student with a fetish for cutting things with his hands
.Sighing she took the carton and closed the door only to jump at the site of Wolverine standing behind it."We need to talk" he demanded.
Recomposing herself the woman's face formed an intense glare. Talking was the last thing she wanted to do with this man (amongst other things). Moving to exit the kitchen she gave an angry huff as the wolflike man moved to block her."We need to stop this Ro" Logan began. Another huff. "We got at least two more months in this house together do ya really want to spend it hating each other" the man continued. Ignoring Logan's words Storm made another attempt to exit but this time a swift hand on Wolverine's part proved to be detrimental as it hit the carton she had been holding.
The orange liquid flew in what appeared to be slow motion splashing against the pink fabric of Ororo's shirt. Standing in a state of shock the weather godess stared down at the ruined garment only to glare at Wolverine a moment later. "Ro" he began. "I didn't mean to-". Storm raised a single hand silencing the man before her. At the moment she did not know what was worse. The humiliation of being soaked in a half gallon of juice or having Wolverine being the one to make do it. "No more" was all she said before leaving Logan alone in the kitchen.