Ororo Munroe leaned into the wide fridge and reached for what appeared to be a box of left over Chinese food. She sniffed at the partially closed box and pulled her head back in distaste.

"Goddess!" How long had that been left in there? She wretched.

She walked to the garbage bin and dumped the expired food in it. She returned to the fridge, looking for something else to eat. She unconsciously started tapping her right foot to the smooth jazz tune playing from the other room. She loved that the kids were exploring their music tastes. She started to hum along as she reached for a carton of juice only to immediately stiffen at the sight of a hair-covered hand. He slightly brushed hers to grab the box of orange juice with extra pulp. Only one man was able to make her feel this way and she was suddenly very conscious of his stance.

She refused to move, to do so would mean easily giving in. His front was pressed against her back. He always started this game of cat and mouse and she was always helpless to stop it. Tonight would be no different, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him.

She stood up and to turned her head to face him.

"Don't move." He growled, holding onto her arms. His lips brushed against her cheeks and traveled across the side of her face towards her mouth but, she didn't think she could bare the animalistic feeling that came with his touch.

"Logan..." She feebly shook her platinum stresses, "This cannot keep happening." He pulled her back against his hard chest.

Ororo squeezed her eyes closed for a moment to get a grip on the torrid feelings bombarding her at his words. Six months of hell and pleasurable agony that started after a near-impossible mission against Magneto. She was glad they'd survived, but was devastated to see him with her again. Her best friend. She'd caught them standing too close to one another and she knew then she didn't stand a chance.

"We both want this." He countered, pulling her back to reality.

"No... I am but a physical replacement for the one you really want." She closed her eyes and signed deeply. Jean. Ororo would never admit that she was jealous of the mindreader and her ability to capture the hearts of anyone who came into contact with her.

Logan's hand stiffened, but he didn't let go. This was his first time hearing this—he had his suspicions but was never able to prove them. She usually avoided him when he was around Jean. She found his actions repulsive and he couldn't blame her. Flirting with a married woman in front of her husband wasn't a good look and it only pushed Ororo further away from him and his beast who, had started to grow restless at his masters actions. They wanted the wind rider.

"That's not true, darlin'."

"Is it not?" She sharply replied, turning to face him. Her icy blue eyes poured into his brown ones, demanding answers. Logan, never backed down from a fight but he knew this was different—his beast had to prove himself worthy of her and her love. Logan wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer to him. The thick outline of his member burned through his denim. Ororo gasped.

"Logan!" She chastised. He pressed him forehead against hers and rubbed her shoulders. Ororo visibly relaxed.

"Look 'Ro—" She raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "I don't know what ya want from me. One moment you hate me and the next... I know I'm mostly to blame for this mess but it's not true. I don't want Jean."

He placed a hesitant kiss on the corner of her mouth and another conveying his feelings. All thought of denying him, denying herself were wiped away. She gave in to the sensations and leaned into his kiss. He reached his hand down the waistband of her skirt before she froze.

"Logan." She warned. "We are in public."

"No one'll see us." He smirked.

"We cannot."

"We absolutely can, doll face." He grazed her silken pubic hair with his index and middle finger and smiled when she sharply inhaled. His fingers eased inside the folds of her wet centre.

"Please..." She begged, squeezing her legs around his hand.

"You have to tell me what you want." He murmured into her ear, gently rubbing her centre through the thin material of her dress.

"I—" She started but he quickly removed his hands from her ass and took a step back. Ororo stumbled forward, confused.

"I'll see ya later." He kissed her forehead and walked out before Scott made his way in.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He asked. Ororo just looked at him and nodded. Scott raised an eyebrow at her retreating form.

. . .

Ororo made her way to her loft. She had a lot to think about. First, Logan. He wanted her and was shameless about it. That realization drove her further over the brink. Second, she needed to come clean and be honest. She wanted him too. She put a plan into motion.

She dove into her closet and looked for something that would release the Wolverine. She wanted all of him. He selected a silk white nightie and a calf-length robe, one that he had seen her in before.

"Perfect."

He would never suspect a thing... She hoped. She showered using her favourite white strawberry and mint shower gel and took her sweet time doing her night time routine. She knew that Logan wouldn't be back from wherever he was until late.

She replayed what she was going to say over and over again until she had it memorized. She was going to seduce Logan... Or at least she hoped. She was beginning to doubt herself. What if he was just saying things? What if he was lying? Logan brought out her primal being—he made it easy for her to be the the Goddess she was brought up to be. His beast called her out and prayed at her alter. However, everyone got insecure.

An hour and a half later, she had finished her shower and was sitting on her bed, waiting to make her next move. Logan had arrived earlier than expected and Ororo found herself chickening out.

"Dear Goddess give me strength." She prayed.

She took a few deep breaths before tightening her robe and exiting her room. She knew no one would be in the hallway at 11:30PM—Jean and Scott were on a date and Hank was most likely in the lab working on something. She took another deep breath and quickly made her way to his section of the mansion.

. . .

Logan smelled her before she knocked on the door. He flashed a smile in her direction and waited for her to make a move. He took of his flannel jacket and placed it on the chaise across his bed. He walked up to the door, opening it and startling the woman on the other side.

Ororo's eyes went wide. "Good evening, Logan." She finally managed to say.

"Hi, 'Ro."

"How are you?" Great, nothing was going according to plan. He raised an eyebrow at her, knowing exactly why she was here.

"Wanna come in?"

"Yes." She nearly begged, embarrassed to have been caught fumbling over her words. He moved to let her in, inhaling her scent. "Logan, I—" She turned around but was met with his chest.

He stared into her eyes and smiled in satisfaction. Without looking away from her eyes he raised a hand and let pop a blade. She didn't so much as blinked. She was the only one that was never scared of his claws. He slowly slit the tie of her robe, revealing the silk nightie underneath. Ororo shivered at the lack of warmth. He retracted his claws and slid his hand down the smooth tank top. He gazed down at her now exposed breast bent towards a hardened nipple, taking it in his mouth. His tongue lovingly laved the peak and slowly drew it into his mouth. Ororo cried out and threw back her head, holding his head close to her body and pushing her breast further into his suckling mouth. Her heart rejoiced and her body surrendered to him.

"Oh Goddess!"

He pulled her even closer to his body, his hand moving over her back and sides. He stroked, touched and kissed her, loving the purring sounds escaping her parted lips. He moved a hand back down between her thighs to bring her again to a fevered pitch. She trembled in his arms and whimpered against his bent head. Suddenly he removed his hand and raised his head. Her eyes opened and look into his with confusion. At he wild, hungry look in his eyes she had no reason to worry. without a word her picked her up and quickly sat her on the edge of a marble countertop. He quickly knelt between her legs and yanked back her skirt. Ororo's breath caught at the realization of what he was about to do. Logan moved aside her underwear and bured his face between her thighs. Ororo screamed at the first wave of her climax. She was being blanketed by waves after waves of pulsating sensations and only he was her anchor. He kissed her over and over, thrusting deeply with his tongue into her core. She was cocconed in a frenzy of pleasure that continued long after her climax started to fade. Finally he stood up and captured her lips again while wildly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans.