'Ah hell' Logan thought to himself. He was sure he had about a half an hour before Scott and the other men arrived. He thought he would have plenty of time to grab a beer and sequester himself back upstairs. Apparently he guessed wrong.
"The mechanic finished faster than he…" Scott Summers stopped mid sentence when he heard the boisterous laughter from the other two men who accompanied him. Their laughter caused the women, with the exception of Ororo, to break out into hysterics also. Scott looked from them to Logan. Ororo was standing next to him with a hand on his arm whispering something to him. From his position, Scott couldn't hear what. Whatever it was she was saying didn't seem to be having any effect on Logan, since the look on his face didn't change from one of near rage.
Scott looked down at Remy who was literally on the floor shaking with laughter. Hank wasn't quite on the floor but it appeared he was on his way there as he slumped back against the door jam. An occasional "My stars and garters" escaping between chuckles. Jean, Rogue and Jubilee managed to make it to the large sofa and were currently falling all over one another finally allowing their pent up laughter to spill out.
'What the hell is going on', Scott thought to himself as he looked back over to Logan. Sure Logan looked silly standing there in the way to tight terry cloth robe, a cigar dangling from his gruff face, his hairy legs, wrists, and chest all exposed. Silly yeah but not enough to prompt the hysterics he was witnessing.
Logan watched the others rolling with laughter and felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Ororo's repeated please to just ignore his fellow X-men falling on deaf ears. If it wasn't for the fact that he was confused by Scott's not joining in with the others, he probably would have started to wipe the smiles off of their faces the hard way. Logan was sure that Scott of all people wouldn't pass up his chance to have a good laugh at his expense. Hell the way Logan ribbed him over the years he was sure that Scott Summers would be the first one in line to get seats to see him embarrass himself this way.
"Well Scooter aren't you gonna join in the fun"? Logan growled his question forcing it out through gritted teeth and the cigar that still dangled from his mouth.
"I would love to but I just don't see what's so funny". The tone of his voice told the others he was serious.
"What…what do you mean…how can you not find dis funny mon ami"? Gambit finally managed to ask before another bout of laughter hit. "De man…his robe…it's…it's…"
"Yeah it's a little too small for him. I see that but it's not all that funny Remy".
It finally hit Jean what was the matter. "That's right, I forgot you can't tell can you".
Getting a little frustrated Scott turned to his wife looking for answers. "Tell what? What the hell is going on here?"
"It's not that the robe is to small, although that is kind of funny to. It's that it's…" Jean was cut off by Remy who finally found his voice again.
"It's pink, mon ami, the prettiest cotton candy pink Remy ever see and dat's de God's honest truth", Remy said with as straight a face that he could muster.
"I don't know my esteemed card playing friend. I'm thinking it's more bubble gum pink than cotton candy". Hank added jovially.
Scott's mouth dropped open as he looked from Gambit to Logan. He assumed the robe he was wearing was white. Because of the ruby quartz lenses he always had to wear, Scott always saw pink whenever he looked at something white. There was no way for him to distinguish between pure pink and white. So when he saw Logan standing there in a pink robe he just assumed that mister manly man was wearing a white robe.
Oh this was just to good to be true. Scott let out a true belly laugh. One that the others didn't think their usually stoic leader had in him. "Pink, you're wearing a pink robe". More laughter. "Tell me Logan does it make you feel like the man you always knew you could be inside"? The others joined in the laughter once again.
"I'm still all man bub and don't you and the others forget it. But if you do you can just ask your girls there". Taking a puff from his cigar, Logan continued with a smug look as his next words wiped the smiles right off of their faces. "They got quite a glance at my "manly" tools while I was fixing the heater there. Couldn't look away until Ro here chased them off". With that Logan walked over and picked up his and Ororo's suitcases and went back upstairs.
Hours later the tension in the cabin was thick. The X-men minus Logan sat at the dining room table playing cards while the X- women minus Ororo sat on the sofa flipping through various magazines, talking about this and that. Scott and Remy were mad at Jean and Rogue for checking Logan out earlier.
Jubilee and Hank weren't talking to one another after they both criticized each other's taste in music. The final straw was broken when Jubilee had the audacity to question Frank Sinatra's talent. Her exact words, "he was an over rated two bit lounge singer and don't you forget it blue boy". As a result, each group worked hard at ignoring the other.
Ororo had joined Logan upstairs after it appeared he wasn't coming back down again that night. He was asleep when she entered their room. That was understandable. He didn't get any sleep the night before Ororo remembered, a sensual smile spreading on her face. Nope, she didn't give him the opportunity to. And of course it didn't help that like a man he insisted on driving the whole way up from New York. He could definitely use the sleep she concluded. She would give him a few more hours before she woke him so they could start their romantic weekend off right.
As the hours ticked by the two factions of X-men continued their standoff down stairs. Jean and Rogue ganged up on Scott and Remy accusing them of hypocrisy. While Remy and Scott did their best to maintain that it was a God given right and a man's duty to ogle the women that grace the pages of the Victoria Secret catalogue and the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue.
Jubilee decided her vow to not talk to Hank anymore did not preclude her from singing to him. As a result, she strapped on her headphones and began to regal him with a medley of her favorite boy band hits complete with her own choreography.
Upstairs, Ororo lit the last candle and turned off the small lamp in the corner of the room. Wearing the barely there white lace teddy she bought a month ago, she crossed the room and climbed in bed beside her man. It wasn't Logan's favorite piece of lingerie, no that honor belonged to the pink silk baby doll shirt with matching thong, but she decided that pink was definitely out of the picture after today's events so the white lace would have to do for the night. Besides, if Logan was willing, and when was that man not, she wouldn't be in it for that much longer.
Snuggling next to him, she lightly ran her hands over his broad chest letting her fingers run through the chest hair. It always amazed her how soft his hair was to the touch. Although it looked like it would be, it wasn't scratchy at all. It was more like a soft down. Over the months Ororo realized that Logan was like that. He looked gruff, and of course he did have his rough edges, but he was also incredibly soft and gentle in the most surprising ways. Whispering his name softly, Ororo playfully nibbled his ear before calling to him again. "Logan. I need my Wolverine".
Without opening his eyes he pulled her to him. His lips seeking and finding hers in his blindness. His tongue snaking out from between his lips to taste her for a moment. Breaking their kiss he opened his eyes and smiled that smile he saved especially for her. "Good, because your Wolverine needs his Windrider".
Ororo smiled at him enjoying their usual banter that served as a prelude to the pleasures that awaited them. Allowing Logan to roll her on to her back, she wrapped her lower leg around his calf pulling his lower body to hers and instantaneously became aware of his need. She watched breathless as Logan lowered his lips once again to hers but before the kiss came their romantic evening was interrupted by the sound of organ music.
Down stairs Hank McCoy stepped away from his boom box stereo after turning the volume up to the maximum setting. The air was pierced with the first few notes of the Frank Sinatra song, "That's Life" being played on an organ. Sinatra's distinctive voice followed. Jubilee got right next to Hank's ear and began to sing louder in an attempt to out volume the CD. To her credit, she just about succeeded.
The debate between Scott, Remy, Jean and Rogue continued. Their argument had broken off on numerous topics that all seemed to support the claim that women are from Venus and men are from Mars. After Remy ended some absurd statement he made with, "that's why God's a man" and Scott agreed with him the women decided the debate was over. Jean calmly stated that when her husband was ready to apologize, he could find her in Rogue's room. As the men watched the two women leave it finally dawned on them that they weren't going to get any tonight so they went back to the table and played cards.
Hearing the chaos downstairs, Logan knew that there was no way that he would be able to get any lovin out of Ro tonight if they stayed in the cabin. Nope, he would be to busy slowly killing his fellow teammates to fit it into his schedule. Looking down at the beautiful woman beneath him, he saw the lust and the need in her eyes. Damn, if he didn't need her just as much maybe more. Climbing off the bed, he pulled her to him lifting her up in his arms. "We gotta get out of here before I have to hurt someone. Hold on Ro".
That was all the warning she got before he stepped out the window onto the porch roof. Making his way down the ladder that was leaning against the side of the cabin. Once his feet touched the ground, he was off into the woods with his precious cargo.
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