A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating. I had a nasty case of writer's block.
Ororo stood with the other women, jostling for a good position. Jean Summers, beaming in her white gown, stood elevated slightly, back to the crowd, peeking demurely over one shoulder.
"Ready?" she asked.
A cry of assent went up. The sound of dozens of pairs of stilettos clacked against the marble floors. The men watched from a safe distance, laughing and taking bets on potential winners. Ororo shifted her stance, determined to be the victor. She couldn't care less about catching it for herself, but Rogue, pregnant nearly to popping, had sent her in as a substitute. Instincts honed by years of playing volleyball in high school came to the fore front as Jean sent her bouquet of white roses soaring.
The flowers arced gracefully over their heads and the hands flew up, groping and grasping and even pushing. Ororo waited, anticipating the moment, and then leaped. The long stems were cool in the palm of her hand and she came down back on her heels, triumphant.
A shout of glee went up from Marie who was already rushing toward her.
"Thank you, Roro, thank you!" she squealed, snatching the flowers away. Behind her, Logan and Remy were conversing. Logan burst out laughing at the look on the younger man's face as Rogue thrust the bouquet under her boyfriend's nose.
"You know what this means, sugar? We're next!" Marie beamed.
"One thing at a time, petite." Remy coaxed the flowers out of her hand and dropped a kiss on her lips. One hand laid protectively over Rogue's belly.
Logan snorted. "You guys are going to give me diabetes," he joked. Remy shot him a dirty look.
"Don't hate, hommes," he said.
Ororo grabbed her fiancé's hand. "Let's leave them alone," she laughed.
Logan came willingly as she pulled them both onto the dance floor. They were just in time for the Cha-cha Slide. Logan was reluctant at first, refusing to do the Charlie Brown and only laughing as Ororo and Jean both got low. The wedding guests milled about the banquet hall, eating, drinking, and extending well wishes and advice to the new Mr. and Mrs. Summers. Jean's cousin Madelyne was wrapped around Scott's brother Alex; Kioni was laughing as Wade dance battled with Nathan in the middle of the floor to LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It".
The floor cleared for Scott and Jean's first slow dance. The newlyweds swayed slowly to Adele's cover of "Love Song". Logan and Ororo watched from a corner. His thick arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her securely against him. She leaned backwards into his bulk, sighing contentedly.
"They look good together," Logan commented casually.
"Like brunet Ken and ginger Barbie," Ororo agreed. Logan chuckled.
"Guess that'll be us next," his finger traced the ring on her left hand.
"I don't know if it will be as big as this though," Ororo said. Scott and Jean had seemingly invited everyone they had ever met. The banquet hall in Manchester was packed to capacity with family, friends and coworkers of the happy couple and their parents. Ororo's parents waved at her from across the room where they sat with Mr. and Mrs. Grey.
Logan sighed in relief. "You're saying you don't want a million man wedding, darling?" he joked.
"Maybe we can just get married in Canada," Ororo suggested.
Logan grinned. "I'd like that. Maybe at Niagara?"
"That was a good first date." Ororo smiled at the memory.
"It had to be. I kinda had a feeling it would be my last." He leaned down to kiss her neck.
"You knew? That soon?" Logan had never told her this before.
"I knew there was something about you I couldn't shake, darling. Even when you were wearing a men's jumpsuit and covered in oil."
Ororo laughed. "You wore that look better than I did."
"Obviously," he commented. "I could see the way you were looking at me that whole summer."
"Oh yeah," Ro laughed. "How was I looking at you?"
"Like you wanted to jump me," he smirked. "Kind of how you're looking at me right now."
Ororo spun around in his arms, positioning herself so they were face to face.
"What are you going to do about it?" she challenged.
Logan fused his mouth to hers, taking advantage of the dim lighting to ravish her with kisses.
"All right guys, this ain't your prom. Try to leave room for the Lord," the sardonic voice of Wade interrupted them.
Logan reached over to smack him lightly upside the head. "You've got your own woman, stop blocking on mine."
Wade smiled. "She's in the bathroom at the moment."
"Where's Nathan?" Ororo asked him.
"Some chick out there liked his dance moves. I'm guessing they'll come out of the bathroom separately in about ten minutes."
Logan laughed and Ororo groaned.
"This is a nice wedding," Wade handed Logan a beer. "Normally I hate these things."
Logan grunted the affirmative. "This one ain't bad."
"Especially when you've got a girl to keep you company," Kioni was walking back towards them. Wade grasped her hand and pulled her under his arm, a practiced motion, as though they had been doing it for years. In many respects, Wade and Kioni's relationship was progressing much faster than Ororo expected. Though, in light of certain events, that was working to she and Logan's advantage.
"Did you tell them yet?" Kioni asked Ororo later as they sat down for cake.
"No; I didn't want to steal their thunder." Ororo said, spooning a bit of frosting into her mouth.
"But you and Logan are going ahead with the plan?"
"Yup. We're almost ready to go."
Kioni smiled wistfully. "This year seems to have flown by."
"In a good way. Besides, it's not over yet." Ororo said. The two women paused, sitting in comfortable silence. "I'll tell them all once Jean and Scott come back from their honeymoon."
"A wedding, a baby, and now this." Kioni observed. "You all certainly like to live to the fullest."
"Look who's talking." Ororo laughed, following her roommate's eyes to where they rested on Wade.
Kioni smiled. "You appear to be rubbing off on me."
"In a good way, I hope." Ororo held up her champagne flute.
"In a good way," Kioni confirmed, clinking her glass against Ororo's.
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