Chapter 4
Ororo flew fast through the woods surrounding Xavier's mansion.
Logan would be waiting for her at the edge of the woods for their first dance lesson.
He was adamant that no one found out about it, so that meant they could not do it indoors without fear of being discovered.
Ororo landed softly amongst the freshly grown vegetation, deciding to walk the rest of the way.
She needed time to clear her head.
No matter how much she tried to put the events of the last half hour out of her mind, she just kept coming back to it.
She was happy and thankful that Forge had stopped and apologized, but something was still unsettled in her spirit.
Why had he thought it was OK to advance upon her in such a manner?
What would she have been forced to do if he had not stopped?
Would she be comfortable being alone with him again?
Maybe she was making too big of a deal out of it.
All girls probably felt nervous the first time they were in that situation.
Logan teased her at times about being a tight-ass.
Maybe she really was.
No. She was not going to think about it anymore. It was a mishap and it was time to let it go. Logan was waiting and…
Ororo walked right into what felt like a brick wall.
Logan.
He was holding her by the shoulders to stop her from falling on her rear.
"Whoa, darlin. Ya better use them pretty eyes of yers ta watch where ya goin.' he teased.
That is until he took in her appearance.
Her hair was mussed, her shirt was askew, her face was flushed…and her pants were undone.
His nostrils flared as he took in her scent.
Adrenaline, fear and a spicy herbal blend with a hint of tobacco.
Forge.
Logan let out a low, dangerous growl. "What happened, Ro?" he asked while his eyes continued to scan her body for any signs of damage.
Ororo noticed him studying her and attempted to fix her clothing.
"No-nothing. I was…I was running late so I guess in my haste I became disheveled. Nothing to worry about." She plastered on a fake smile that he totally didn't buy.
She was a terrible liar.
"Ro, I done seen ya after battle training in the danger room, and ya aint never had a hair outta place. Yer just as beautiful before we start as after. Now I know yer lying and I don't like it one bit. Now tell me tha truth or I'll just go beat it outta loverboy!" Logan was quickly losing his temper.
Ororo smiled in spite of his demands.
He called her beautiful.
She reached out to take his hand. "Logan, do calm yourself. I cannot talk to you sensibly if you go feral on me."
Logan closed his eyes to try to calm himself.
He KNEW he was not going to like was she was going to tell him, but if he let the Wolverine out, he would act first and ask questions later. He didn't want to upset her more than she already was, so…
His eyes snapped open and focused on her.
He wanted her to see for herself that he had gained control of himself.
Still holding hands, he guided her to a fallen log near the bank of the lake and brought her to sit down next to him.
"Now can ya tell me…please?" He asked softly.
Ororo cleared her throat before she started.
"To make a long story short, Forge and I met for lunch on the south side roof of the mansion. We were lying down on the roof after we finished eating, when he began to kiss me. I was alright with that until…" her voice trailed off, not wanting to tell him the rest.
"Until…" his hands motioned for her to continue.
Ororo looked down at her hands.
She really, really did not want to do this, but she knew Logan.
If she did not tell him what he wanted to know, he would go to Forge for the answers.
"Until…" her voice sounding small and scared. "…he started to touch me places."
Silence.
They were surrounded by woods and a lake, nature all around them.
Silence.
Not a sound could be heard.
Silence.
It terrified her more than his shouting would have.
Logan was so angry, even Mother Nature was holding her breath.
Suddenly, she felt his hot breath on her face.
Instinctively, she bowed her head in submission. She knew better than to challenge him right now.
"Where did he touch you?" his tone sent chills down her spine. Ororo remained still, mouth tightly closed, too scared to do anything.
An angry puff grazed her forehead. She knew she had better answer.
Quickly.
With a shaky voice, she answered. "My breast, stomach, and thighs. He undid my pants and tried to put his hand on my…but I told him to stop. He did Logan, I swear to you. When I asked him to stop, he did. Nothing happened." She finished adamantly, daring to take a chance to look in his eyes.
He was not feral, as she had thought, but he was close.
Gently, she reached out to touch him. "Logan, I am fine. I was just a little shaken. I have never been in that position before, but I am alright. I explained to him that I was not ready to be intimate, and he said that was OK. He would not do it again."
Logan looked at her like she had lost her mind.
His lips pulled back into a snarl, showing his sharps canines. "And ya believe him?" Logan demanded.
Did she believe him?
She wanted to believe him.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Ro…" he began.
"No, Logan. Now I told you I am OK. Look at me, I am fine. Now, I know you do not like the fact that Forge felt like he could take such liberties with me, but Logan, I am growing up. Something like this was going to happen eventually."
"If he wants ya so bad, loves ya so much, he'll keep his fucking hands ta himself and his dick in his pants until he puts a ring on yer finger, tha horny bastard." he spit out in disgust.
Ororo took a step back and folded her arms in front of her. Logan gave her a questioning look and she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.
"Really Logan. Do you not think that you are being a hypocrite?" she asked with a teasing smile on her face.
"A what! Naw I ain't being no hypocrite. I ain't never disrespected ya like that. How can ya even say that!" Logan yelled.
"Do calm yourself Logan. I never said you did it to me, but you cannot deny that you have had many girls and women, and I am certain that you did much more than "touch" them, no?"
"Aww, Ro, that's different."
Ororo moved her hands to her hips. "How is that different? Because you did it and not Forge?" she asked in a high voice.
"Naw, it's cause the women were different. They weren't…ya know, they…" he stuttered trying to find the right thing to say.
Ororo's eyes widened in horror at what he was implying. "Oh my Goddess, they were HOOKERS!"
"Naw, they wasn't fucking hookers. They just weren't you!" he yelled at her.
How could she think he would be so low as to pay hookers for sex?
Is that what she REALLY thought of him?
He turned his back on her, not ready to look at her just yet.
Ororo was shocked at what he had said.
They were not her?
What did that mean?
She could tell by his defeated posture that she had hurt him with her comment.
Slowly she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his back.
"I am sorry Logan. I know you would not do such a thing, but I did not know what you were trying to say. I jumped to an unfounded conclusion, and I am sorry my friend. Please Logan." He turned around and enveloped her in his big arms.
"I know darlin, it's alright." he said into her hair.
They stood like that for a few minutes before Ororo spoke up again.
"Logan, what did you mean when you said the women you were with were not "me"?"
Shit.
One of these times he was going to remember to keep his mouth shut when pissed.
There was no way to explain what he meant without sounding like a jerk.
"What I meant was, they were experienced. They knew what they wanted and I didn't have to try ta get them in bed with me. Yer special Ro, and innocent. Ya deserve more than just some quick roll in the hay so golden boy can get his rocks off."
Ororo found herself disappointed with his answer for some reason.
She did not know what she was expecting him to say.
Something along the line of "if you were mine I would never do anything like that to upset you." would have been nice.
We can all dream, right?
Ororo stood on tiptoe and gave Logan a kiss on his cheek.
She let it linger longer than necessary. "Thank you, Logan. It is time to put this issue to rest, yes? We have a most important mission to accomplish. I do not want you distracted from learning thinking about this." She gave him a serious look.
Logan held his hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright, ya win. Ya sure are pushy Ro."
He grabbed for her hand and twirled her around before dipping her back. "Now come on and show me some of them dance moves ya got. Remember kid, this ain't Dancing with tha Stars, so nothing too fancy." He said with a smirk.
'Oh Logan, I have just the moves for you." She laughed as he brought her upright.
Ororo removed herself from his grasp and went to start up the music from the iPod and speakers Logan had set up.
Soon, the track started playing, and Ororo moved back to Logan.
"Let us begin!"