Lovin' you is easy 'cause you're beautiful. Makin' love with you is all I wanna do…Ororo Munroe sang as she packed her bags in preparation for the wedding/honeymoon trip to Canada. She and Logan would begin their journey there tomorrow morning, while the others will follow two days after. And in six days' time, she'll be Mrs. James Howlett, something she now knew she was destined to become. Hopefully there would be no more unexpected world crises, disgruntled exes or life changing battles attempting to throw a wrench into their longtime coming plans.

Clothes, shoes and toiletries were strewn everywhere but the most important items, her wedding dress, shoes, jewelry and Logan's wedding band were carefully and lovingly packaged and ready for transport. Moving around the loft, her heart was light and full at the same time. Light with the knowledge that she was loved and wouldn't want for nothing and full with all the love she had for Logan. Even more so now, when losing him almost became a reality three days ago. With a sobering breath, she sank to the floor, refusing to cry at the thought that all they had fought for and all they were hoping to build together was almost taken away from them. The Friends of Humanity…damn terrorist hate group had, in the matter of seconds, almost succeeded in snatching him and everything she held dear away from her.

The attack and Logan's recovery had her seriously thinking about postponing the wedding and honeymoon, but Logan had adamantly refused to do so when she broached the subject once he had emerged from the coma the attack had placed him in. He had told her in no uncertain terms that they had wasted enough time getting to this point and he wasn't going to let no disgusting hate group or anyone for that matter rob them of what was their time to shine. To postpone their plans, he said, was akin to giving hate the upper hand and allowing them to steal their joy and he damn sure wasn't about to do such a thing. With the sudden urge to see him and be with him overwhelming her, she sprang up from the floor and made a beeline for the second floor of the teachers' wing.

Ororo stood in front of Logan's room, willing her heart rate to slow down, before opening the door as quietly as possible, trying not to disturb the rest she knew he needed. She closed the door softly and walked to the foot of the bed and took her time perusing him in repose. Knowing who he was, she had no doubts that he already knew the moment she entered the room. He lay on his back, one arm above his head and the other lying still on his stomach. He looked so calm and boyish lying there. The sunshine flittering in from the partially drawn curtains cast an outwardly glow to his skin, giving him an air of invincibility. But she knew he wasn't invincible, far from it, healing factor and all. She sighed moving closer to the side of the bed. Her heart lurched with love as she sat down gently and reached out to caress his mutton chops, enjoying the feel of the soft hair and relishing the fact that he was alive and there with her. She sighed again, this time deeply, when her beloved leaned into her touch. She smiled gently at his trusting action.

Her mind chose that moment to wander to the events of three days ago that had almost destroyed the road to their long sought after happy ending. The team, split into groups was out, attempting to suppress the few riots the Friends of Humanity were feverishly inciting against mutants throughout New York City. She and Logan were one team fighting a particularly raucous group with much success, when all of a sudden the entire situation went completely left. Thank the Goddess for Logan's enhanced hearing, as he was able to hear the faint ticking of a bomb hidden in a trash can next to where she was standing, busy holding some rioters at bay with her winds.

Knowing that there was no way he was going to get to Ororo in time or be able to shout a warning to her, Logan made his decision. With the quickness he moved, one could have sworn that he had suddenly developed the ability to teleport or harness Quicksilver's super speed. Ororo didn't know what the hell happened to have sent her flying with the force of one of her tornadoes until it was too late. She could could only watch in horror and screamed from where she landed as the spot where she was standing not too long ago was blown to smithereens, taking the Wolverine for the ride.

She shuddered at the freshness of the memory, desperately attempting to shake off the sights of his blood, smoke and his burnt body that still haunted her. He had taken the full force of the explosion when he saved her life. The image of his severely wounded body lying lifeless was one she knew wouldn't leave her anytime soon. As she continued her caresses, she felt the overpowering feelings she held for this man, her hero, wash over her.

"Hey darlin'?" Logan muttered groggily, pulling her from her musings.

Ororo's eyes shone with unshed tears as she stared down at him. "How are you feeling, my love?"

"Much better, 'Ro," he replied, pulling her on top of him. "Now that yer here, much better. Ain't no damn hate group gonna rain on our parade, darlin'."

She easily melted into his secure bulk as he wrapped his muscled loving arms around her. They stayed that way for a while, her head tucked under his chin, resting on his powerful chest, allowing the soothing tempo of his heartbeat to calm her.

"Finish packin'?" He asked as his hands lazily ran up and down her back, enjoying the feel of her in his arms.

"Not really. I was in the middle of doing that when I had the overwhelming urge to be with you." She placed a kiss on a chest before lifting her head to meet his intense gaze.

"What is it?" He asked softly, tucking strands of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ears. When she remained silent, he decided to answer his own question. "Yer still thinkin' 'bout it."

"Of course I am, Logan. I know your healing factor is extraordinary, but knowing that does not make me feel better when you are hurt." She shuddered, the sight of his damaged body flashing across her mind.

He didn't miss the pain that was evident in her eyes. He exhaled nosily. "I know baby, I know. But ain't no way in hell was those gutter trash gonna get the chance ta hurt ya. I'll rather die before that happens, 'Ro," he stated emphatically and angrily. "Flamin' hell, 'Ro, if anythin' was ta happen ta ya…" He couldn't finish, the thought of losing her unfathomable.

"Christ 'Ro," he rasped as what could have happened if he didn't do what he did came rushing back to him.

Ororo silenced him with a soft kiss, not wanting to upset him anymore. Logan roughly winded his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss, both taking the opportunity to enjoy the realness of each other.

"Can't wait fer ya ta be my wife," he breathed, struggling for breath after their kiss.

"Me too," Ororo whispered softly.

Logan growled, flipping her onto her back and moving his hands down her sides making her shiver. He began unbuttoning her blouse, suddenly impatient to have her.

Before he could go any further, she stopped his motions, causing him to look down at her. She tried her damndest to ignore the heated look in his eyes. "Although I hate to stop what this can lead to, we both need to finish our packing if we are going to leave on schedule."

"We got time, darlin'," he said lowering his head to nuzzle her neck causing her hands to have a will of their own and began threading them through his thick hair. There was no holding back the moan that erupted from her lips.

Logan smirked. He had her right where he wanted her.

"I promise to continue this when we get to Canada," she rasped in a desperate attempt to hold onto her control. She ran a slender hand through his chops, eliciting a growl from him. "And the faster we get there…"

She let her words hang in the air. Lowering her head, she whispered exactly what she planned to do to him when they reached their cabin. She couldn't stop the giggle at his shocked expression.

Logan swore before springing up off of her. "Here I was thinkin' yer a good girl."

"What can I say my love? You have corrupted me," she retorted leaning up.

"What'cha waitin' fer, 'Ro?" He smirked. "The faster we get ta Canada…" His newfound resolve to complete his packing earned a good laugh from his woman.

He took a moment to take her in, leaning up on her elbows, in his bed. "Damn woman. I love ya."

Her brilliant smile in response was all he needed right then and there. He tried not to let the fact that he could have lost her for good turn his mood sour. He knew all he had to do was remind himself that she was his and he had her complete love.