For the first time in his long life, Logan, the formidable Wolverine breathed a contented sigh of relief. Before he was cautiously happy, but now, the feeling of euphoria and gratification that he, not to mention his feral half, was experiencing, was a first for him. From his seat at the window bench in the master suite of the cabin, he lovingly gazed at his exquisite bride, peacefully resting after the joyous day and night they had both had. He shook his head, still disbelieving that she was now his…legally that is. His mark on her collarbone announced to the world whom she belonged to long before their earlier exchange of vows in front of family and friends.
He never thought that he'll ever be at this point in his life. Throughout the months that led up to the wedding, he was antsy, expecting someone or something to come out the woodwork and ruin their plans, though he never mentioned anything to 'Ro and kept his thoughts shielded from both Jean and Xavier. For as long as he remembered, bad things had followed him like a shadow, and it was hard for him to break out of that mindset and believe that things were finally looking up for him. It wasn't until they were declared husband and wife that he began to shed himself of the negative thoughts and feelings.
Ororo shifted on the bed, murmuring his name. Logan glanced over to where she laid, ensuring that she was still sleeping before immersing himself in the memories of the day.
The weather Goddess wasn't going to let anything mar her day, so the day dawned beautiful, and was kept that way at her whim. A flurry of activity can be seen and heard as the caterers, florists, and construction crew busied themselves putting on the final touches. Logan and his wedding party had arrived an hour before the festivities were to begin. They steered clear of the cabin, only imagining the hustle and bustle going on in there. He stood on the dock by the lake dressed in the same attire he had worn to their engagement party all those months ago, the charcoal grey Calvin Klein suit, off-white dress shirt and Florsheim Oxfords. There was no tie around his neck this time around, only a simple purple violet/wild rose boutonniere was pinned to his left lapel by one of the harried florists. He admired the setup on the meadow by the lake, giving his stamp of approval on the newly constructed wooden platform that held the makeshift altar and chairs for their guests.
With half an hour to go, the guests arrived dressed in their finest and were seated. Logan took his place at the altar, conversing with his groomsmen and the justice of the peace.
The sun stood sentry in the mid-morning sky, shining its bright light down on the couple. Through that light, Logan saw the bridesmaids smilingly made their way up the white satin that ran over the wooden planks. His heart stopped when the woman who held his heart and had rescued him from the darkness that sought to claim him, came into view, and began her glide towards him. Sweet Jesus, Ororo was a vision in a sky-blue mid-thigh length gown. The bodice of the sweetheart neckline opened back gown was draped and finely folded, with a sculpted skirt of layered wavy tulle ruffles. She wore no makeup and the only jewelry that adorned her person was her engagement ring and the simple sterling silver chain that held a lightning bolt that he had given her on her twenty fifth birthday. Flower pins made of the same flowers of the boutonnieres and bouquets rested in her flowing hair. Never ones for tradition, there was no wedding march, and she came down the aisle alone and as regal as ever.
The ceremony lasted no more than fifteen minutes, with their simple, heartfelt vows the highlight. When Mac pronounced them husband and wife, Logan whooped for joy as he took his bride into his arms and planted a hot possessive kiss on her lips. With their hands joined and raised in the air in victory, they made their way down the aisle to the reception area a few yards away.
The reception was a joyous affair, with food, drink, music, photos, speeches in abundance. Though he wasn't a man of flowery words, the one he gave in gratitude to his friends and family was wholehearted. After his tribute to his new wife, there wasn't a dry eye around. 'Ro's toast to her husband equally induced emotions in all that were in attendance. As the celebrations wind down, Logan scoped his bride up in his arms, and strode purposefully to their cabin. Ororo, not one to be left out, tossed the bouquet behind her, and laughed in delight when Rogue squealed.
They would spend a few more days at the cabin before venturing to Mauritius for the official honeymoon. A mini X-jet was made available to them for their travels, as the Professor was strict about the X-Men's safety. Logan had no complaints with that, seeing that the mini jet would allow them to travel to and from any country without detection.
He was so into his musings that he didn't notice Ororo had sat up, her back to the headboard, leisurely perusing him. She woke up to an amazingly peaceful and satisfying joy coursing through her. She took her fill of the bulky, muscular, sexy frame of her husband. Husband. She marveled at that. This man, a man who was abused, discarded, misjudged, and misused by many, loved, and appreciated by a very few, was all hers. He had been hers for some time now, but now it was formally, legally official. One journey had ended for them and their next one was only beginning. A hard fought, drama and pain filled, dangerous journey. A journey she would gladly travel again if it brought her back to this moment right here. She simultaneously glanced down to the simple platinum diamond and sapphire infused band next to her engagement ring on her left hand and reached up to touch the mark on her collarbone. Both the man and beast had claimed her. She sent a silent prayer up to her Goddess, thanking her for placing this man in her life so long ago and finally fusing their long separate paths together.
Ororo's breath caught, and happy tears silently trekked down her flawless face. The Wolverine immediately turned to his bride when he heard her gasp and quickly made his way over to the bed, concern etched on his weather-battened face. "Darlin'?" He questioned, his nostrils flaring dangerously.
Through her tears, she gave him a heart stopping smile, letting him know there was no danger. "Nothing to worry about, my love. I am just immensely happy."
Logan gave her that endeared lopsided smile, before slipping back under the covers to join her. He took her into his arms. "Me too, baby. Didn't know this kind 'o happiness was in da cards fer me."
Ororo turned and gazed at the man who had brought her such bliss and serenity. She pressed a loving kiss to his cheek, taking pleasure in the purr that reverberated from his chest, not to mention the automatic tremor of his body. She was continuously stunned at the effect her touch, scent and voice had on him. "You deserve it and more, dearest."
"Thank ya fer all ya've given me, darlin'. Don't know what I did in this long life 'o mine ta deserve ya, but I ain't lettin' ya go." To emphasize his words, he shifted their positions, so they were lying chest to chest and drew her even closer to him.
She lovingly combed her fingers through his mutton chops, earning another purr and tremor. "I love the sound of that."
Logan laid silently for some time, his eyes never leaving hers. "Darlin'?" His gruff voice stirred her from her thoughts. He reached over and drew her closer to him. He inhaled deeply, drawing in her delectable scent.
Ororo suddenly shifted their positions, brazenly draping herself over him. She intertwined their hands that held their wedding rings. "I love you." She replied, her voice soft, but full of emotion. She leaned down, possessively planting her lips on his.
After a deep, thoroughly scandalous kiss, Logan effortlessly maneuvered their bodies, so they were now joined together. Ororo happily sighed, loving the feel of him filling her. Logan echoed her sigh with a groan, loving how her body drew him in and encased him. Slowly they moved in a rhythm and ritual as old as time, eventually succumbing to synchronized orgasms.
After regaining their composure and breathing, Logan tipped her chin up, so they were looking directly at each other. "My heart and soul are yers darlin', 'til death do us part, and even beyond that." And according to Charles and Hank, with their dual healing factors, they were in for a very long life together.
Her answering smile told him everything she was thinking and feeling at that moment. Silently, they laid in repose, appreciating the journeys their lives had taken to bring them to this point. Their fates were sealed that day they first met, and the separate paths they had trekked were to prepare them for this moment where they were now joined as man and wife. All the tragedies, heartaches, dangerous missions, arguments, and failed relationships they had suffered and conquered were worth it, knowing that their souls were finally at peace with the love they had both found that had evaded them for so long.
The End