"Well?"
"I like it. You're a good cook."
"I know."
"I just don't know how you cooked this in my kitchen. You pulled pots and pans out that I had never seen." Logan laughed as he dug in. They were having pleasant conversation in Logan's dining room, eating on a bandeau style table.
Ororo laughed. "I actually had fun." Logan was looking at her thoughtfully. "What?"
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
"No." She sipped her wine.
"Your eyes are naturally blue?"
"Yes." She laughed.
"I mean, I just never saw that…"
"In someone of my race?" She finished.
"Uh…yeah."
"Well, it happens more than you think. Blue eyes are an anomaly genetically. Any race can have them show up in their population. Just a harmless mutation. That has been largely forgotten due to the fact that a long long long time ago a large group of Europeans decided to breed for that trait." She took another drink of her wine and smiled at Logan's look. "Genetics is a hobby of mine."
"Well, today's episode is brought to you by the number 12 and the letter S." He was rewarded by Ororo almost choking on her drink.
"Logan, you are hilarious." She speared a piece of chicken. "Anymore questions?" He looked at her hair briefly. "Yes, this is my natural hair color. I went gray at the early age of seven."
"You are totally different from my ex. She made me feel like she was hiding something." Logan drank some of his beer. Whenever he talked about Jean he felt the urge to drink.
"Really? What's her name?"
"Jean."
"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to…"Ororo offered noticing he was holding onto the beer bottle like it was his only anchor.
"No, I don't care."
"So, what does she look like?"
"She was almost as tall as you, just an inch and a half shorter. Bright red hair, the brightest and deepest I have ever seen. She was fanatical about her figure, and took every spare moment she wasn't shopping making sure it was perfect. She came close."
"Close?" Ororo asked curiously.
"Darlin' your figure is perfection." He looked her straight in the eye, totally honest in his compliment.
"Logan, that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." Ororo smiled and looked down at her plate.
"For such a beautiful woman, you're not used to compliments." Logan observed, food forgotten.
"It's been a while since I've received compliments from people I care about." Ororo sighed.
"So who was the idiot who hurt you?"
"His name is Daniel. He treated me worst than dirt, and left me feeling ten times as bad when he left me." She swallowed more wine.
"Why were you stripping?" Logan asked quietly.
"When he left me he said I wasn't desirable. He said I would never convince another man I was worthy of love. I'm not going to make excuses, I wasn't entirely sane when he left me. The emotional and physical abuse-"
"Physical? He hit you? Where is the son of a bitch?" The rage was evident in his voice. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I don't know. It's been about a month since I've had any contact with him, and I haven't thought of him since I met you." She ran her fingers through her thick hair.
Logan sighed, and drank quickly. "A man shouldn't hit a woman. I've seen it too much." They both downed their drinks, lost in their respective thoughts. "How about some desert?"
"I'd like that. What do you have?" She brightened. He put his plate in the sink, going over to the refrigerator to find out.
"Okay, I have cake, ice cream…want a sundae?" He looked up. "Only if you promise it will be large and messy."
"Those are the only good ones really." He said as Ororo put up her plate and came to join him.
"I have strawberry, vanilla, and cherry. I'm having all three, do you want the same?"
"I adore cherry. That's all I'll have." Ororo brought out bowls and spoons as Logan met her at the counter with the many different ingredients. They worked beside each other, finding small reasons to brush against each other.
The night had been strictly casual, both in relaxing clothes. Logan wore a blue muscle shirt and matching sweat pants, his firm muscles ripping as he moved. Ororo admired his gentle grace. No one would doubt his physical prowess, he was built like no other man she'd met. Although he was two inches shorter than she was, she usually forgot until they stood. As a flush of desire came over her she busied herself with the growing mess that was her sundae. Logan watched Ororo out of the corner of his eye, unable to stop looking. She truly was a magnificently shaped woman, her generous figure encased in a pair of white hot pants and a yellow tank top.
He noticed how her hair gleamed in the soft lighting, creating a prism effect. " `Ro, can you pass me the caramel?"
Ororo turned, handing him the jar of caramel, the spoon perched precariously on the rim, with a dollop of caramel on it. Logan took it, looking at it thoughtfully.
"Oh, do you- " Ororo was cut off as she ran into the jar Logan was still holding. It tipped, the caramel filled spoon landing on her chest, the spoon sliding down to the floor. It left a good size spatter.
"Ororo! I'm sorry…you surprised me." He said apologetically. Ororo laughed as the sticky substance made her shirt cling to her. She looked down at it with an amused expression on her face.
"It's okay Logan. I just feel like a sundae now."
"Well, I like sundaes." He stepped closer to her, his arms circling her waist. He leaned forward and proceeded to start to lick away the sweet caramel from her heated skin.
Ororo sighed, desire swept her body under Logan's administrations. His tongue reached the sensitive valley between her breasts, his feather like touch driving her crazy and making her knees weak.
She moaned as Logan came to the inside of her right breast, and smiled as she realized that he had retrieved all of the sticky confection, but she'd be damned if he stopped.
Logan slowly eased Ororo back against the wall. Her arms tightened as he started to tease her, going everywhere except her nipple, which almost begged for attention. He stepped back. "I think it's gone." Logan said smugly.
Ororo almost screamed with desire. She was about to protest when she decided to play with him as well. "I'm sure you're right." Ororo walked pass Logan to pick up her sundae. "Are you ready to view the movies?" Two could play this game.
"Yep." He hurriedly piled on a bunchy of cherries. "I love cherries." He said suggestively, walking past Ororo to put on the tape.
She sat down on the big, comfy couch, enjoying the sinking feeling. Logan came to sit beside her, both working on their sundae. She looked away from Logan just in time to see the title roll down the screen in blood. "Ugh…not the scary movie!"
Logan grinned. "Not a fan of blood and gore?" He smirked.
"You know Logan, you're smirked at me way too many times. I'm going to make you pay." The silver haired siren stated matter of fact.
Logan laughed as he put down his sundae on the end table beside him. He leaned closer. "What are you going to do about it?"
Without a word Ororo put down her sundae and gave him the hottest, wettest, most erotic kiss he had ever had. She smugly moved to the end of the couch, smiling to herself at the look on Logan's face.
He could barely think he wanted her so badly. He definitely had to teach her not to play with him. "Ro?"
"Yes?"
"Are you ticklish?" He grinned evilly.
"No!" Her quick response alerting him to the opposite. Ororo started to get away when Logan caught her slender waist and pushed her back onto the couch. She started to laugh helplessly as he tickled her, she thrashing around to escape his relentless fingers. For some reason he stopped. She looked up warily, and was surprised at the level of need she found in his eyes. Logan shifted so they were almost nose to nose. They kissed softly, no rush whatsoever.
Logan held Ororo as if she was a beloved jewel; brilliant, precious, and fragile. Exploring gently, he enjoyed the feeling of her soft, full lips beneath his own. She tasted faintly of cherries and ice cream, with a hint of caramel. Her tongue brushed his enthusiastically, her arms tightening around his neck, drawing him closer to her until they seemed melted together.
Ororo marveled at the wonderful feelings as she felt herself swept up and away under the gentle oral assault. She gave as good as she got, her tongue dueling with his as the fire between them grew. Logan trailed kisses down her graceful neck, enjoying the feel of her pulse jump as he raked his teeth over a sensitive spot. Ororo moaned as he made it down her collar bone, licking his way up the side of her cleavage.
He paid homage to her cleavage, gently coaxing her nipples to full hardness as he caressed them with his tongue through the thin cotton.
Ororo had her legs locked around Logan's waist, her moans causing him to swell to the painful maximum. He lifted her shirt, intent on seeing more of her coffee colored flesh.
She arched off of the couch, the feel of clothes against her hot skin erotic in its caress. Ororo sat up, releasing her considerable chest form the strained confines of the tank. She looked back at Logan, desire in her rampant for him.
Logan almost came right then, she was more perfect than he could have ever imagined. Perfectly matching the skin on the rest of her beautiful body, a warm medium brown greeted him. Her breasts were large, not a blemish or sign of sag to them, topped with Hershey kiss nipples, standing at full attention.
He reached through the inches of distance between them, awe on his face as his calloused hands gently cupped her, causing Ororo to throw her head back, thrusting her hips and arching her back, filling his hands.
Logan caressed them, heavy and perfect in his hands. He bent forward, and took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, feeling it harden even more. With his other hand he massaged her, eliciting sharp gasps from her magnificent lips.
"Oh God…Logan please…" She tossed her head, breathless. He lifted his head from her breasts.
"Yes `Ro?" He hoped she wanted the same thing he desperately needed.
"I need to feel you inside of me." She said desperately. The heat between her legs and the intense desire she had for him in her heart was too much to ignore now. She wanted to express physically what she was feeling.
Logan sighed in relief. "How about we go to my bedroom. Are you sure about this?" He asked, reluctantly releasing her chest. "Most definitely." She looked back at him with seductive eyes, her hair a mussed crown around her shoulders. Logan stood and sscooped Ororo into his arms as if she weighed nothing.
She snuggled into the crook of his neck, anticipation keeping the fire burning strong.
~~~ To Be Continued ~~~
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