Storm
Slamming the door to her bedroom Storm set to work peeling off the sticky shirt that had begun to dry against her skin. Frowning with disgust she tossed the offending garment to the floor and began to pull off the other clothes she had been wearing. The woman hadn't remembered ever being this mad at Logan or even being mad at all but as she moved to the bathroom to run a warm shower she figured that there was a first time for everything.
Wolverine
Wolverine had never had doubts, about anything but there was something about the idea of being with Storm that made him nervous (not that he would ever admit it). She didn't know him like everyone else did. If she did she wouldn't be looking at him the way she had two weeks ago during their breakfast together. Why of all people did she have to think the best of him when he was in fact the worst? Turning down the hall that led to his room Logan paused, thought for a moment and then changed direction.
He just wanted to talk to her, try to explain what was going on but the man was not much for words. As he pondered the thought he felt his legs moving him in the direction of a distant sound and before long found himself in front of Storms bedroom entrance. The door had been closed but not enough to keep Logan from being able to see the inside of it.
Knocking once he called to the woman within. "Ro?.Ro I...". Knocking again Wolverines words trailed off as the door to the room opened. Had she left? Moving into the room Logan stopped in the center feeling his cheeks burn with the flush of blood as he noticed the clothes littering the floor. It was only then that by looking up the man could see The godess bathing in the open shower a few yards away from him
"I shouldn't be here" Wolverine thought yet despite his words his feet remained firmly planted on the floor while his eyes took in the vision before him.
Storm
Closing her eyes Storm sighed as the warm water splashed over her bare skin. It had been a long time since she had been able to enjoy a shower without the sound of hyperactive kids pounding against the walls around her. Moving to stand beneath the shower head she used her hands to rub off what stickiness was left on her chest.
Wolverine
She was beautiful absolutely breathtaking. Logan had never believed he would ever be in a position to see the goddess in her glory. The clothes she wore left much to the imagination but what Wolverine saw that moment blew away every fantasy he had ever had of her.
From his place on the floor he watched as Storm took a sponge from off the showers basket pouring on drizzle of gel over it. She started at the base of her neck first, her hands working in a team the left running a sheet of soap over her as she pulled the sponge down her chest breast and belly while her right worked to massage the bubbles. Wolverine felt his breath catch as Storm stopped just above the v shape that led to what Logan had up until that moment only dreamed of seeing. Slipping the sponge into her left hand she used her right slipping her fingers in between her legs.
Trailing his eyes over her body Logan swallowed hard as he watched the white suds slide over her brown skin creating a magnificent contrast between the two colors. "I shouldn't be here" he thought again but it did little to stop the growing response between his legs nor did it make his legs turn direction, he hadn't even realized his legs were moving until he found himself standing at the opening of the bathroom door and by then it was too late.
Storm
Rinsing the soap from her skin Storm moved to shut off the water only to be stopped by a firm hand. Turning around she found herself looking into the hazel eyes of Wolverines. She didn't move. Even if she were to she wasn't sure what she would do after.
Authors Note: Thanks everyone who has been reading. Sorry this update came kind of late but I promise the story will pick up after this :)