Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Logan and Ororo's first dance lesson.

Ororo was both surprised and impressed by the progress Logan had made.

He may not have remembered his past, but his body obviously did.

The man was quick to learn, and his body moved with practiced ease.

Logan's body was plenty heavy with the added weight of the metal on his bones, but he was graceful and light on his feet.

He was the best dance partner she had even had.

And it was not just because he was a quick learner.

Ororo had come to look forward to their private sessions.

It felt good to have his attention 100% focused on her. There was always at least one girl smiling up in his face for his attention, and she was beginning to hate it.

If she was totally honest with herself, she was jealous.

The attention these girls received from him, she knew she would never receive.

So, these times alone with him were her consolation prize. She enjoyed being in his strong embrace.

The feel of her small hand enveloped in his larger one.

The feel of the same powerful hands on the small of her back.

His warm breath caressing her face, neck, ear, and hair…

His hard, chiseled body pressed tightly against her soft curves…

His smell…wild and masculine, mixed with his spicy cologne and tobacco…

Oh Goddess!

She felt so guilty having these thoughts about her friend. He would be so embarrassed if he ever found out.

Besides, she had a boyfriend.

Things been soo good between them since that incident on the roof.

How could she do that to him. He deserved better.

Here he was trying to make things up to her, and she was lusting after her best friend.

What she did not know, was Logan's thoughts were running down the same path.

There was no greater thrill than to have her soft, warm lithe body pressed against him…moving against him.

Her full lips grazing the side of his neck or his ear would have him sporting a hard-on in seconds flat. He would have to pull away from her slightly to hide it.

Her delicate hands running up and down his back and chest…

Her smell…like a spring day after a rainfall.

Her hair always smelled like vanilla and almonds. It was long and wavy, falling just short of her glorious backside.

Her ass was magnificent.

Oh man, how many times he had been tempted just to let his hands wander a little further south so he could…

SHIT!

He was nothing but a disgusting pervert, thinking about Ororo like that. He was nowhere near worthy enough to be with her.

No, she was his friend and he was grateful to have her in his life.

Usually when Ororo and Logan made their way through the woods, they would be laughing and talking.

Not today.

They were both unusually quiet.

Wrapped up in the thoughts that had been plaguing them both over the past few weeks. Today was to be the last practice, and neither one of them wanted it to end.

A low moan made it's way through the silence to Logan's ears.

Instinctively, Logan stopped and turned towards the direction the noise was coming from.

He cocked his head catching other sounds on the wind.

Low moaning…

Grunts….

Naked flesh slapping together forcefully…

Sex.

Logan inhaled sharply.

He smelled the sex clearly.

He also now knew who was having the sex.

Ororo stopped immediately when Logan did.

She knew from his body language that he head heard or smelled something.

Ororo strained to try to hear what caught his attention. She was not surprised that she did not hear anything, but continued to listen just on the off chance…

"Oooh, please…ooohhh…" the plea reaching Ororo's ears. It was a woman and she sounded like she was in pain.

Ororo grabbed onto Logan's arm. "Logan, someone is hurt, come." she attempted to pull him with her, but Logan's feet refused to move.

"Logan…LOGAN!" she yelled at him. Logan seemed to snap out of his fog and realized what she was trying to do.

"No, come on Ro, let's get out of here." he turned to walk back to the mansion.

"Are you mad? Someone is out here hurt. I know you heard it if I did. Are you coming?" she asked before dashing off into the woods.

FUCK! Logan thought as he moved to run after Ororo. " Ro, wait!" he yelled after her.

It did not take Logan anytime to catch up to her, but when he did he had to stop abruptly to keep from mowing down Ororo, who was frozen in her tracks by the scene she was witnessing.

There, in the middle of the clearing, was Emma Frost, bare assed naked, with her legs spread wide, with a fiercely fucking Forge on top of her.

They were so much into it that neither one of them realized they had an audience.

This is what he tried to prevent her from discovering.

He KNEW what the noises were and he knew from their smell who was making them.

Logan felt the hair on his body stand on end before a bolt of lightening scorched the land about a foot from where Emma and Forge were.

"What the…" Forge jumped up, only to be met by a pair of milky white eyes that belonged to one pissed off goddess.

Forge quickly bent over to pull up his boxer shorts that he never bothered to take off.

"Ororo, I'm…I'm sorry baby. I know what this must look like, but... It didn't mean anything. SHE doesn't mean anything. You are the only one for me. I love you." He rattled off all the usual excuses as he reached for her.

Ororo quickly jumped out of his reach and into Logan.

"Do not dare to touch me with your filthy hands. There is no telling what kind of disease you picked up from that WHORE!" Ororo's voiced boomed in time with the thunder overhead.

Emma got up and turned to face Ororo with her hands on her hips, not one bit bothered by her state of total nudity.

"Don't get all pissy with me Munroe. That's what happens to pathetic little virgins who think they have the right to date MEN! You should have taken a lesson from that red-headed bitch you call sister. At least she had the sense to fuck her man before I did cause she knew if I had Scott first, she would have never gotten him away from me." she spat out, laughing at the tears now making their way down Ororo's face.

"Shut up, Emma!" Forge yelled at the platinum blond.

Emma rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, well that's not what you were saying 2 minutes ago… or yesterday!" she yelled at him as she went to collect her clothes.

Ororo's mouth went wide at the revelation that this was not a one time thing.

How could she have been so wrong about him?

All this time she felt so guilty for betraying him with her thoughts.

But here he was…with HER of all people.

Forge once again tried to move towards her, but Ororo abruptly shot up into the sky, headed towards the mansion.

Forge stood looking helpless, watching her escape from him. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in what probably looked like shame.

It wasn't.

Forge was not one bit ashamed or remorseful.

He was pissed at himself for being careless and getting caught. He had really screwed things up for himself.

How could he be so stupid?

Without looking up, he bent down to get his pants. All he found was a very large boot.

Fucking Logan!

If it wasn't bad enough he had gotten caught by Ro, this asshole had to be there to witness it.

Forge stood up to his full height to take in Logan's posture. He is probably feeling really smug, right now. Well, I can change all that.

"You got something you want to say, wolf boy?" Logan just stood and watched.

And waited…

Forge didn't want to admit it, but Logan's unnatural stillness was making him nervous.

But not nervous enough to back down.

"Come on Logan. This is your chance. I mean, I just gave you the opportunity you've been waiting for. All the time you spend with her, begging for her attention like the little puppy you are. All this time just waiting for me to fuck up so you could maybe, just maybe, get a shot at her. What's the matter Logan? Tired of your little doggy bag treats, so now you want my prime leftovers? Well, it ain't gonna happen. I know Ororo and she will forgive me. Sorry if you got your hopes up." Forge said with a sinister smile.

Logan still has not said a word.

He had not moved.

He has not even taken a breath.

Or so it appeared.

He couldn't.

He wore his favorite shirt for Ro today, and he would hate to get blood on it.

So he stood and listened.

Watched and waited.

He knew his stillness and silence were wreaking havoc on Forge.

He was getting scared.

Very scared.

His nostrils flared as the smell of his fear grew so heavy in the air, it was becoming offensive to his senses.

How he wanted to just rip this fuckers throat out so he couldn't talk shit to anyone else ever again.

But he thought of Ororo, and even though she was upset, she was not an advocate of violence.

No matter how much he wanted to defend her, he knew vengeance was not his.

That didn't mean he couldn't fuck with him.

Logan made an not so subtle step towards Forge.

SNIKT!

Forge jumped back out of Logan's reach, his eyes wide and glassy.

Another smell assaulted his nose.

Emma looked over at Forge with disgust on her face. "Forge, your such a fucking loser! I'm out." she grabbed the rest of her stuff and walked away.

Logan smiled and then turned to walk away, leaving Forge standing in the puddle of piss that had formed at his feet!

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Logan scaled the side of the mansion and landed on Ororo's balcony.

He didn't know if he was ready to deal with a hysterical female, but she was his best friend and he would do anything for her.

A memory of the look on her face when she saw Forge and Emma came to him, and he grit his teeth against the new rise of anger within him.

He cursed himself for just standing there and doing nothing, letting him talk shit like that. But Logan knew he had murderous thoughts in his heart, and he would have acted on them without remorse.

Although that would have made him feel better, it would have done more harm than good.

Ororo would probably never forgive him, and he would be forced to leave the only home he had ever known.

No, he did the right thing at the time, but let him come anywhere near her again…consequences be damned.

Steeling himself for what was about to come, Logan walked through the open balcony doors.

What he found surprised him.

He didn't find a hysterical female.

He didn't find a seemingly angry female.

What he found was an eerily calm Ororo placing some items in a cardboard box, humming a haunting tune.

Now he wishes she was crying or something, because what he was seeing now actually had him a little afraid.

He approached her with caution. "Darlin?…"

"Yes, Logan." she answered while never looking up from her task.

He decided to be brave and move a little closer. "What ya doing?"

She turned to him with a wicked smile. "Oh, just a little spring cleaning. I found some things that belonged to Forge and I thought it would be nice to return them, yes?" And just like that she returned to gathering various items in her room.

Logan took a chance and ventured over to get a look at what was in the box.

He was wondering why the box was so large. Forge had given her A Lot of stuff.

Nice stuff too. Logan knew he shouldn't be surprised. The guy obviously came from money and loved to let everyone know it.

The stuff he could see was worth quite a few "C" notes.

He wondered if Ororo ever heard of Ebay?

"May I?" Logan asked Ororo, indicating he would like to look through the box.

For the first time since coming in the room he saw real emotion.

She hesitated for a minute and swallowed hard. Her eyes were sad and glossy. "Yes." she said softly.

Logan began to browse the contents of the box, amazed by the stuff he saw in it.

Damn!

There were several jewelry boxes monogrammed with the Tiffany & Co., and other high end jewelers. Designer watches, handbags, shoes and other trinkets filled the box.

There was a butter soft leather jacket tossed on the bed along with the highly coveted varsity jacket Forge received. Ororo tossed in an iPod, speakers and a netbook.

Logan looked to see what else she was going to throw in, cause the box was not going to hold much else.

He found her taking a cursory look around the room with her hands on her hips.

"Well, I believe that is all of it. Logan, would you mind helping me return these items to him?" She sad satisfactorily.

Logan gave her a smirk. "Naw, darlin. Would be my pleasure."

Logan and Ororo made their way to the students dorms and stopped at Forge's door.

Logan knew instantly he was not there.

"He ain't here, Ro. Want me ta leave it out here?"

Ororo gasped dramatically while placing a delicate hand to her chest in feigned shock. "Goddess no, Logan. These items are very precious and valuable. I do not wish for anyone else to ruin them." Ororo moved past Logan and quickly picked the lock.

Logan was impressed.

He followed Ororo into his room, and she indicated for him to place the box on Forge's bed. She then placed the two jackets on top.

Before walking away, she violently ripped the diamond necklace he had given her off her neck and dropped it to the floor.

Ororo motioned for Logan to move out of the room ahead of her. Once he crossed the threshold, she stopped.

Logan turned to look back at her.

"I forgot something." It was not what she said, but the way she said it that sent ice through his veins.

Before he could make a move towards her, her eyes faded to milky white and her head dipped slightly to the right. Several bolts of lightening struck the items on the bed, engulfing the box and the bed in flames.

Logan rushed past her, back into the room to see what she had done.

Ororo thought he was going to try to put the fire out or admonish her for what she had done.

Instead, Logan turned his grey eyes on her and grinned.

He pulled out a Cuban from his shirt pocket, put it in his mouth, and leaned into the inferno to light it.

He took a satisfying puff before walking away and closing the door behind him.

He loosely looped his arm around Ororo's shoulders and began to lead her down the hall.

"I don't know about ya, but I done worked up an appetite. How about we get a bite ta eat?"

Ororo smiled up at him and gave him a wink, her eyes still glowing white. "I will race you there Wolverine." Quickly moving past him on a gush of wind.

He gave a low growl before sprinting off after the mischievous goddess.

Forge made it to the student hall, following the sounds of the screeching fire alarms. He pushed his way through the crowd when he realized the commotion was coming from his room.

He made his way to the front of the crowd in time to see Scott, Jean, and Hank putting out the last of the fire.

"What the hell happened?" He yelled, looking at his fire ravaged bed, not recognizing the now burned items stacked on top of it.

Scott turned to address his friend. "We don't know. There was smoke coming from under the door and the fire alarms went off. When we got in, the whole bed was on fire."

Forge looked around the room, taking in the smoke damage.

His eyes darted back to the outside of his door. He moved closer, realizing something was burned into it.

"DICKHEAD"

Forge body began to shake with anger and his fist clenched to his side. Before he could control himself, he let loose a war cry…

"OROOOROOO!"