Ororo Munroe giggled as she watched her fiancé tugged at the baby blue neck tie around his neck from where he stood near the gazebo. Goddess! But the man wore the hell out of the charcoal grey Calvin Klein suit she had helped him picked out, the off-white dress shirt and Florsheim Oxfords, he was wearing for their engagement party that was in full swing. Quite simply, the man was drop dead handsome, if the looks being tossed his way all evening by the women were any indication. She gloated at the fact that he was all hers. It had been one hell of a ride for both of them arriving to this point, so damn right she was going to delight in it. A teasing smile pulled at her lips as she moved away from one of the five buffet tables and slinked her way to him, popping a shrimp in her mouth.
"Hello handsome." Her voice was low, throaty.
The Wolverine's body immediately filled with lust. He made no apologies for having her shamelessly bringing him to that point time and time again. He grinned as the sexiest woman he had ever known and will ever know made her way up to him. Damn, he'll never tire of those lethal curves of hers that was encased in the baby blue Herve Leger strapless mini bandage dress. He grinned ferally just thinking about the pleasure he was going to get in unzipping her out of it. The woman was just too stunning for her own good. He took great enjoyment in the fact that the male invitees weren't immune to her beauty and sensuality either. There was a swagger in his step all evening, knowing that this woman, this Goddess was his and only his.
"Hey, sexy," he greeted her, his left arm immediately going around her waist in a blatant stamp of ownership.
He leaned down to kiss her and noticed the look in her eyes that told him that she would be taking control once she got him alone in their bedroom later. He suddenly became more impatient for the party to be over and done with. He did a quick sweep of the lawn where Xavier had the party going and groaned. Too much damn people for his liking, which meant at least a few more hours of partying.
Ororo didn't need to be told that he was ready for the festivities to be over, as she too felt the same way. For his ears only, she whispered, "It will be such a shame to peel this suit off of you later. You look downright sinful in it."
He smirked. "Why wait, darlin'? We can disappear fer a few minutes." His hand around her waist dipped a little lower.
She laughed huskily. "Patience, my love. Let us enjoy what Charles and the others have done for us."
Before Logan can reply, the distinctive voice of one Nicholas Fury as he approached them interrupted their interlude. But Ororo didn't need to feel the stiffening of her man's body to know someone else was with the Colonel. It was T'Challa. A flash of annoyance crossed her face before she schooled her features into a sickening sweet smile.
"Colonel Fury," Ororo greeted, accepting the one-eyed man's kiss on her cheek. She stepped closer to Logan when she heard his low warning growl. "Your Highness," she tossed out carelessly at her ex.
Logan's arm tightened around Ororo. "Nick. Panther." His voice was hard.
Fury laughed inwardly. There still was no love lost between the Wolverine and Black Panther. When the King had decided to follow him as he sought out Logan, he decided a little fun at their expense was long overdue. "Why the attitude man? You got the girl."
Logan growled. "Not now, Nick."
Nick laughed. "I need a drink. Come let's go to the bar."
No way in hell was Logan leaving Ororo alone with King Asshole. "Yer old enough ta get yer drink yerself."
Nick slung his arms around Logan's shoulders, and attempted to steer him away from Ororo. "Your woman ain't going anywhere. Come on man," he said for Logan's ears only.
Ororo knowing that the Wolverine was in no way going to leave her alone with T'Challa, reached up and cradled his cheek. "Go ahead, love. Mingle."
He was about to object when he saw the confident gleam in her eyes. He was appeased somewhat knowing that the King was nothing for her to handle. He could smell the anger on T'Challa and to rub even more salt in his wounds, Logan leaned down and stamped his lips on Ororo's in a hard possessive kiss. "Just a taste of what's ta come later, sweet thing." With an arrogant smirk he turned to Fury. "What'cha waitin' fer? Come on."
Ororo watched him walked away with that cocky swagger of his she adored. She turned to T'Challa, the Wolverine-induced bright smile on her face.
T'Challa kept his expression unreadable, refusing to show how much he was truly bothered by the relationship between his ex-wife and the animal.
"I did not know you were on the invitation list," Ororo said, a hint of sarcasm evident.
"It's good to see you too, Ororo," he answered tightly. "Charles sent the invitation to the Avengers. Since I am a member, I am here."
"You assumed a lot by coming here today."
"So you're bent on going through with marrying the animal?"
"Please do not start, T'Challa. I would not have you ruin what is a celebration of true love." She made sure to put as much emphasis on the word 'true', so there were no doubts as to what she was implying.
"You're too good for him, Ororo," the King hissed.
"Funny how people told me the same thing about you," she retorted, holding on to her control, which was being truly tested by this man. She was already tired of the same conversation they have had a few times since her relationship with Logan became known. She was so over him him and his insults.
T'Challa took in her unyielding stance. If he couldn't have her because of his stupidity, then he'll be damn if he was going to pretend to be happy for her being with anyone else. Most especially the savage, uncouth Wolverine. "He isn't worthy to kiss the ground you walk on."
There was a fierce fire in Ororo's eyes as she addressed him for what was going to be the last time. "Before I lose whatever patience I have remaining with you, please allow me to say this one final time." She paused for a breath that will breathe the unequivocal finality into her words. "You had your chance and you blew it spectacularly. Honestly, you did me a huge favor by annulling our marriage, which I am positive if you had not done, would have doomed me to a life of unhappiness. I do not have to justify my relationship to you or anyone else for that matter. What I am absolutely sure about is that Logan loves me without doubts, hesitations and only expects me to be myself. I love him, animal and all, with every fiber of my being."
She watched as her words finally sunk in and his face crumpled in defeat. Though Logan appeared engrossed in his chat with Fury and Luke Cage, he was paying particularly close attention to the conversation going on at least fifty feet away from him. He grinned and howled inwardly at 'Ro's putdown of T'Challa.
After a long silence, T'Challa focused sad regretful eyes on the woman he knew he would love until the end of his days. It hurt his heart and his pride that she was marrying the foulmouthed Canadian. That was an unpleasant pill to swallow and he knew that he was never going to accept it. His only option now was to save face.
"I would be lying if I said I was happy for the both of you," T'Challa jeered.
Ororo looked at the King, her head leaned slightly to the right and her gaze clearly told him that he had worn out his welcome. "Please excuse me, but I have not danced with my fiancé as yet." With that she walked off without a backwards glance at the man who had broken her heart to go to the man who had healed it.
Logan excused himself from his companions and walked away, intent on meeting his Goddess halfway. They stood staring at each other, love clearly written on their faces and in their body language. When Alicia Keys' and Miguel's voice rang out the speakers, with the seductive words of Show Me Love, Ororo slipped her arms around his neck and his arms went around her, pulling her ever so closer and they began swaying and singing along. As if time stood still, everyone present stopped what they were doing to stare at the enamored couple.
Charles looked over to the couple, taking great pleasure and pride in seeing them so happy and confident for once in their lives. As he looked at them, he knew that the years of them dancing around each other, the mistakes they had made in regards to each other and battles fought and won were all worth it.
Logan and Ororo paid their guests no mind. As they danced the evening away, their attention laser focused on each other, they mutually agreed that this was their moment and they had a right to soak it up and revel in it for all it was worth.
