Warning .....story contains adult content (sex) be advised. I decided to get the love scene over with before I proceeded any further with the story. (The Brother Hood) is in reference to Magneto's gang in the movie. SORRY IT'S SO LONG I WAS ON A WRITING BINGE!!!!
Kings Lair:
The room was dark as always. Dark was the way the King liked it. Holding his head down Griff stepped into the single beam of light that illuminated the floor below him. Quiet. It was always quiet. After 13 years with the King he had become accustomed to the quiet and the darkness. The air was suddenly thick with the smell of sulfur and his heart began to pound with fear. "My Queen?" the King questioned his voice deep and unearthly. "I---I believe that Tacar's efforts have had a drastic effect on her but it will take more time before she f----falls under your influence King" "Time?--" the King sneered at the stuttering idiot before him and moved against the shadows. "There is no time.....The longer she stays within the Professors care the harder it will be to lure her away. I want her here immediately before her power stabelizes and then it will be a lost cause" Griff shook his head "Of course I understand King and you will have her" With those words Griff scurried away like a frightened little field mouse. "Not soon enough" the King growled.
Storms Room: 1:07 am
The sleep aid Jean had prescribed weren't working.....If anything Ororo felt a rush of adrenaline every time she took one step, and she had been pacing for over an hour now. It was almost as if there was all this energy inside of her that had no place to go. There was a sudden gentle tap at her bedroom door that grabbed her attention. Without hesitation she went to the door swinging it open only to see Logan leaning against the door frame like a regular mountain man from a traditional Harlequin romance novel. She couldn't help but smile at the sight and stepped aside quietly inviting him in.
"I heard a noise" he explained as she closed the door behind her. Storm shook her head "You heard no such thing.....what is it?" she said crossing her arms over her chest.
Logan shrugged as he began examining her from head to toe. She wore a form fitting white night gown that gently hugged her beautiful curves. Her hair once again hung over her shoulders gently curling at the ends and her lips molded into a smile that practically begged for him for a kiss. And he would do just that when the moment came. Yet at the moment he was worried about her....the fact that she hadn't been sleeping could present a problem in the long run if they were ever faced with another incident like The Brother Hood.
"I'm worried about yah" he said honestly. Storm rolled her eye's "You worried?" "Ok--- concerned" he corrected. "Better" she replied moving toward the edge of her bed taking a seat. He could tell that she wasn't in the mood to talk about her health or anything else concerning herself at the moment, and it would have been appropriate for him to shy away from the subject..........but since when did he give a damn about appropriate. "Storm I'm serious" he took a seat beside her on the bed.
Storm had hoped to be able to avoid this conversation, but it was obvious that Logan wasn't going to let it slide. Nervously she ran her palms along the length of her thigh's "I know you are Logan" she replied noting the look on his face "and thank you so much for being CONCERNED but I promise that I'm fine I just need some time to sort some things out but I'll be fine" Logan swallowed hard and then shook his head obviously satisfied with her answer.
"Alright" he replied in a voice that sounded more like a whisper then any thing else. There was silence now....silence that seemed to quickly fill with lust. He was staring at her...... Storm hated it when he looked at her that way...it always made her feel.....how exactly did she feel? She wasn't sure her nerves had suddenly gone on edge riding her of all common sense and reason.
In a desperate attempt to escape his gaze she stood to her feet and moved toward the door "It is late" she glanced toward the clock on the far wall and then to Logan who had stood to his feet. "You can come up with something better then that....I know you can" he folded his arms over one another.
Storm licked her lips"The truth always works better" she shrugged. Logan advanced on her like he had in the class room only 10 hours before "I can be really quiet" he promised as he snaked his hands around her waist. Storm gave in to his charm, as she always did and slowly began breathing in his scent "Actually I was more concerned with your safety" Logan smiled remembering the recent incident. "What are the chances of that happening again" he began trailing small kisses down her jaw until he reached her neck. God he felt good. Yet Ororo found herself concentrating on the space above his head. Her eyes turned white and a thick gray storm cloud quietly settled over him "I believe there is a very good chance" she giggled and took a step back to prevent herself from getting wet.
He didn't have enough time to move.....in the next moment Logan found himself standing under his own personal rain cloud. The precipitation soaked his hair and shoulders leaving him to stand there in surprise. Logan smiled shaking his head like a wet dog would and watched as Ororo's eye's returned to normal "That's cute Ro" She bowed her head and gave him a quick curtsey. The cloud soon disappeared and Logan advanced on her once again pressing her body against the door "I guess I'm going to have to take this wet shirt off so I don't catch a cold" he mumbled pressing his lips to hers. Storm responded to his touch excitedly...rhythmically moving her lips with his own.
"I thought you didn't get sick" she pointed out now holding his face between her hands. "I'll make an exception" his words trailed off into a moan as he kissed her again.....The feel of her body against his was intoxicating and he could almost hear the rapid beating of her heart. She felt like pure silk in his hands unresisting and smooth to the touch. Ororo slid her hands along his shoulders grasping at the fabric....quietly begging herself to be patient. The next thing she knew his shirt came over his head leaving his chest open for her to explore. Storm marveled at him....amazed and aroused all at the same time. There was something about his eye's that threw her ever time she stared deep. Logan was a man without a past, that, he could not escape.....but a future. Ororo realized at that moment that it didn't matter she could be his future. Couldn't she? This whole situation seemed so bizarre here she was with a man that she absolutely adored, a man that she felt could give her everything she could ever want......A MAN YOU HARDLY KNOW!!!. ---------That voice again...where had it come from what was it's purpose?
Storm did her best to ignore the voice and drew her attention toward the man in front of her. Logan's hand went to the thin straps of her night gown "I'm feelin' a little lonely here" he groaned refereeing to his bared chest. Storm smiled and looked up into his eyes such soulful eye's "So what are you planning to do about it"
SNIKT!
His claws presented themselves and the gown fell to the floor like water falling into a pool around her feet. She wanted to cover herself as she stood before him now only in small pink panties, but she didn't......some how she didn't at all feel exposed. Logan's eyes washed over her and his erection grew. She was even more beautiful then he could have imagined and she belonged to him. He wondered silently if ther had ever been a women in his past that made him feel the way she did. It didn't matter because his past was just that and at this moment ..........non of it mattered.
Yet she was still holding back he could feel it in his bones. Logan slowed his pace taking a step back giving her time to think...to confirm with herself that this was what she wanted. Ororo licked her lips and went to him her kiss finding him, her arms locking around his neck. This WAS what she wanted. She tugged at his belt buckle inviting him to her and he gladly excepted. In one swift move he pulled her into his arms and guided then toward the awaiting bed.
Logan settled her among the mound of pillows and soon joined her.
He removed his pants, boxers and the last of her under garments. Ororo looked up at him from the pillows enjoying the way it felt when he touch her thigh and kissed her on the lips literally leaving her breathless.
Unpredicted rain beat against the far window reacting to Storms arousal. She didn't care....hurricane winds could burst through that same window and she wouldn't care. All she wanted was Logan and he wanted her. Logan slid his hands against her firm stomach until he was able to cup her breasts testing the weight of them in his palms. His mouth fell over one plump nipple nipping and massaging the pulseing flesh and then the other....and Storm moaned in pure delight. God he loved touching her....he loved the smell of her.....he loved.....her. Logan pressed his knee between her legs opening her to him and kissed her again tangeling his tongue with hers. Logan lifted himself on top of her his erection now aching to be inside her. Glazed by pure lust and passion Storm turned her head to te side giving him full access to her neck..... and he quickly oblidged her. Logan reached for her face turning her head so that he could watch her...... look into her eye's. Ororo's breathe caught in her throat as Logan entered her, and rich sensations suddenly had them both grasping for more.
"Ah!" Storm moaned in complete surprise...enjoying the solid pressure that now settled inside of her. Logan himself seemed to loose control closing his eyes at the feel of the gentle muscles of her opening settling around him. He became a complete idiot at the intense look in her eyes and he knew that no other women could ever compare. On shaking elbows Logan began to move inside her his eyes never leaving her face...pleasure filled him and she gasped at his every thrust. Storm kissed him to quiet her own moans and to increase the overall joy she felt within herself. The dance seemed to go on forever and at each twist and turn they both seemed to grow higher in search of that finale released. The world came shattering down on them both as the climax numbed their bodies almost melting them together.
Out of breath and exhausted Logan collapsed on top of her kissing the crook of her neck. With what little strength she had remaining Storm wanted to say those three words that would change everything....in hopes that he would say the same in return. Yet she wasn't ready for that and neither was he. Logan finally slid away from her not going far, and pulling her against his as they slid under the warm quilt gently kissing her on the forehead.....he couldn't remember ever being this happy. They were silent for a few moments listing to one another's breathing and trying to regain strength enough to hold a conversation. "I wanted to say it" he confessed pulling her closer in fear that she may disappear with this endless dream.
Ororo bit her lip knowing exactly "IT" was. "So did I" she whispered "Why didn't you?" she added.
"Why didn't you?" he countered her question.
Storm sighed wanting to be purely honest with him "Saying the words could mean so many things"
"Like what?" he ran hand along the side of her thigh. She shrugged "It could lead to pain......hurt.....jealousy....I don't think.....either one of us are ready for the consequences"
Logan gave a weak smile at her honesty "I think you may be on to something there" he took her chin into his hand and turned her face so that she looked upon him "But I can't help how I feel" Storm refused to look him in the eyes and concentrated on the muscular shape of his chest "And how is that?" he turned her head once again to ensure that she heard what he was about to say "I'm not sure yet....but I know what ever it is I don't want it to go away" Storm smiled her eyes shinning now with content "Tell me about it"her voice cracked and she leaned up to kiss the man she (loved) the way he deserved to be kissed.
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