Logan gave her a sideways glance and did not hide the absolute boredom from his face as she rambled on.
As if being able to sense this, she turned to him, whipping her white hair with her as she smiled. "Right, Logan?"
Logan perked an eyebrow as he looked at her and turned to look at the future X-Men in training and smirked, "It also helps if you know how to kick some ass here and there."
Bobby and Kitty smirked while the younger ones braved laughter. Ororo turned back rather coolly to look at them all. The icy glare from behind those stern blues eyes shut each and every one of the students up.
"Logan and I will demonstrate." Ororo ignored the look of protest on Logan's face as she walked past him and began to pace in front of him. If only she'd known how much that had really bothered him. Or perhaps, she did know. She went on to add, "Besides, all of us know that it does not take size to defeat someone. Isn't that right, Logan?" She looked at him and he bared his teeth. It was just the response she was planning for.
She dropped down and swung a leg out quickly to knock him from his feet and Logan caught her by the ankle. She was fast, but he was faster.
"Try a little harder, darlin'." He gave her a little smirk and she jerked her ankle away.
The students looked from one to the other and the mischievous glints in their eyes only meant one thing. Miss Munroe and Logan were going to go at it again. For the past three months, either these two had argued with one another or they had almost killed the other in the practice room. Once it had gotten so out of control that Dr. McCoy had to shuffle the trainees from the Danger Room and announce with a nervous chuckle that class was dismissed. All the while, thunder clapped here, a roar there, and other strange sounds that made them want nothing more than to be far, far away from their training session.
No longer did Hank participate in Logan and Ororo's violent dance as he stated to both of them after an argument that made the tip of his fur extremely singed that he 'would have nothing to do with it'.
It seemed like it would be the same once more.
"With Logan's enhanced senses," Ororo didn't take her eyes off him as he held on to her ankle, "he has the ability to hear better than any of us ever will. What we are trying to do is train so that we may be just as alert as he. I want you all to close your eyes." When they closed their eyes, she wiggled her foot around for him to let it go but he held on. Logan, she mouthed at him and his hand slowly moved up her ankle and over her shin. The corners of his mouth turned up and moved just a bit higher. Ororo felt a chill go through her and without a moment's hesitation, Logan was sent flying back in a gust of wind and he crashed into the wall.
Standing up, Ororo turned to face the students, whose eyes were no longer closed and their mouths agape. Bobby had practically fallen over with laughter and Warren looked as if he were going to explode.
"Just because I do not possess the skills of our teammate Wolverine, it does not mean that I do not know how to stay on my -"
She paused when strong arms wrapped around her waist and his warm body pressed into her back. Was that... she turned to look at him and her eyes flashed white, "Is this how we are to finish the lesson?" she asked him, barely audible and only for him to hear.
He couldn't help but smile. She didn't know how beautiful she was when her emotions began to show. He would've have loved more than anything to just push her against this wall and rip this damn costume off her...
An electrical current passed through his body and the veins stuck out on the side of his neck; he roared in pain and fell back. The students were quiet now and moved back to the wall to watch as their two favorite professors gave them a free show.
Rogue liked to call it the "Ro vs. Lo Comedy Hour". It was the name the Professor had secretly given their argument sessions that received a few chuckles from the students as they would often pass the pair in the hall arguing. What was it he called them? Ah yes, "lovers quarreling". It was love, no matter how either one of them argued and denied the thought.
This test of "agility" went farther back than just rivalry between two of the best mutants in the Institute. The first time it happened, none of these students knew about it. Ororo was in the kitchen when Logan had found her rather upset. It was one of her many moments that she would be on the brink of breaking down and the storm outside to hide her tears and sniffles. Logan had comforted her and one thing had led to the other.
Now of course, after several - 'why, 'Ro's and no, Logan's', the pair only knew one way to release their sexual tension.
The best way.
Fighting.
Crashing to the ground, Logan snarled and stood. His knuckles itched and he cracked his neck and waited for her next move. Of course, she would pretend to be the bigger woman and turn back to that damn class, and that annoyed him more than anything.
He walked up on her and she turned around, surprising him with a flash of her white eyes and he went flying back to hit the wall. She turned to face him and he stood with a grunt. His back cracked and he let it heal as he stalked towards her. As soon as he took another step towards her, she tilted her head to the side and lifted a hand. With a turn of her wrist, the current of wind that she had created, sent Logan sideways and hitting the wall again. Thank the heavens they were not using combat in the room because the trainees were quite sure that Storm would have destroyed all of them.
"I am being very patient with you, Logan." Her voice was unnaturally calm and she refused to call him by his codename.
"Patience is for pussies," was his reply as he came charging at her.
Ororo's arms lifted and just as she was about to take off in flight, Logan's large hands wrapped around her ankles and she began to sink down. Logan yelped as her entire body felt as hot as fire and he fell to his knees painfully. She crashed right next to him and he pounced on her, straddling her waist. His claws slowly pushed through his skin and he rested the tip of them over her lower stomach.
"Class dismissed," he said in a dangerously low voice. They didn't need to be told twice as all the X-Men in training made their hasty exit and the doors to the Danger Room closed with a resounding 'click'.
"I dare you," she whispered, looking up at him and smirking as her eyes went white.
He retracted his claws and hovered over her, his face just inches from hers and she pursed her lips in pure determination. Whatever she was planning for him, it immediately died because in just a matter of seconds, he pressed his lips to hers and they were kissing passionately on the floor of the Danger Room. Her knee lifted into the air, and she moaned into his mouth as his hand trailed slowly over her muscular thigh.
Suddenly, Logan found himself flying back once more and greeting the wall, his new friend, and falling to the floor in a loud thud. His claws came out instinctively and when he wiped the blood from the side of his mouth, he frowned to find Ororo disappearing from the Danger Room. This was far from over and if that was how she wanted to play, he would beat her at her own game.
"Blasted Logan," she muttered to herself as she didn't even bother to change in the locker rooms and headed straight through the halls of the institute, in the hopes of getting to her bedroom peacefully.
With surprising success, she managed to get her bedroom and she closed the door behind her, pressing her back against the wall. Damn him. Damn him and his ability to make her lose all sort of control. She let out a long sigh as she pulled a nightie from her dresser, tossed it over her shoulder and headed into her bathroom and turned on the shower.
It was nearly two hours later when Ororo had finished her shower and her long thought-out process about Logan the Wolverine. Thinking of him had only resulted in her wanting him more. No matter how much they fought with one another or yelled at one another, there was an underlying meaning to all of it. Any fool could see. Once, the Professor and Henry tried to amuse themselves at Ororo and Logan's expense, saying that what the pair of them had was called 'lovers' quarrel' and of course neither Ororo nor Logan found humor in that.
The silk white nightie clung to her as she stepped out of the bathroom with steam following her. Her hair curled tightly around the edges. It began to rain outside, not to Storm's doing, much to her pleasure as she walked over and opened her balcony doors. The breeze blew in and the smell of rain engulfed her. She walked over to her bed and turned out the light.
She didn't even notice him standing there.
On her balcony.
She sat down on the bed and sighed, looking out into the darkness. He came up so quickly she did not have the time to react.
"Darlin'... 'Ro, you're driving me insane here."
"Logan!" Her hand went to her chest. "You scared me!"
"What about agility?"
Then there was silence.
"You should not be here," her voice was stiff as she said it.
He walked closer to her and thunder crackled outside. That was not the weather, much to Storm's displeasure. Her heart rate had increased and he could smell the anxiousness and lust mingled together nicely as he stepped even closer.
"I can smell it on you," he whispered and unleashed his claws. She did not flinch nor did she fight him as the claws moved over her thin nightgown. Once he pulled his hand away, the nightgown split right down the middle and Ororo let out a choked sound. The lightning flashed behind Logan, but he paid it no mind.
He knelt down and parted her legs with a gentle nudge and they allowed him entry with ease. He bent his head forward and pressed his nose against her inner thigh. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
"Logan," was all she whispered as his nose moved higher and the very tip of it nuzzled her bare center.
"Damn, 'Ro. You smell so goddamn sweet it's making me crazy." She gasped as he grabbed her by each thigh roughly and pulled her so that she fell on her back. She clutched the sheets in her hands as his tongue darted out and ran over her center. Her back arched high off the bed and slipped his tongue between her walls and groaned, all the while sending vibrations through her.
His tongue pulled back and he leaned in once more to French kiss her core. "Honey," he growled as he pulled away from her briefly and then delved back into her, his tongue moving in lazy circles around her clitoris.
Why wasn't she fighting him? Pushing him away?
The last three times, she hadn't pushed him away. Perhaps that was the real reason she sent the lightning bolts his way. He sent a wave of electricity through her body and ignited feelings in her she thought she'd lost forever.
And she did just the same for him.
He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and held on to it tightly as he began to move his tongue around in slow, teasing circles. She pressed her hips to his lips and he growled with pleasure at that. He had fully intended on hearing her scream tonight. After all the aches and pains he received from their mini-battle in the Danger Room, something must be done about all this.
Her toes curled and she squirmed around on the bed as he tickled her inner walls with his tongue. She lifted her head to look down at him. His own eyes were opened, staring up at her. Their eyes locked as he flicked his tongue against her clitoris.
"Goddess, Logan," she felt the room spin and the storm outside picked up. She tried horribly to control her inner emotions but the doors to her balcony opened and closed with the strong force of the wind and she fell back on the bed. Logan inwardly roared with triumph and he pinned her hips down to the bed so she would not be able to move. He let his tongue rest against her clitoris and he shook his head wildly, making her cry out his name despite herself, devouring her.
"Please," she whispered, having no idea exactly what it was she was begging for.
"Please?" was Logan's only reply as he lifted his head and slipped two fingers inside of her and she gasped. Her chest rose and fell quickly. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he began to thrust his thick fingers inside of her. His own painful erection throbbed through his already tight jeans and it was almost unbearable but worth every damn moment to watch her beautiful face contort with pleasure.
He wanted her to say it...
"Oh - oh - oh my ," her body attempted to lift from the bed but he was just too strong for her. She bit her bottom lip and slowly rolled her hips as the orgasm began to build deep inside of her.
"Please?" he asked her again, saying it gently, like a man would ask his lover while they were making love.
Logan didn't give her a chance to reply because his fingers spread just a bit inside of her and she let out a loud, throaty moan of pleasure. He growled in return, thrusting his fingers harder and faster.
"Fuck me - fuck me," she begged, lifting her head and eyes flashing white.
Holy shit. Logan thought he would climax at the very sight of her.
She was flashing her own pearly whites at him as he felt wind lift him a bit and his knees left the floor.
"'Ro, baby, you are really fuckin' turning me on here."
He slipped his fingers out of her and hastily unbuttoned his jeans. "Turn over," he commanded and Ororo did just as she was told, giving Logan a nice view of that ass high up in the air, just for him.
She whipped her neck around and tossed her hair out of her face and licked her lips. She had no idea what had gotten into her, but whatever it was, she loved it.
"I'm gonna' make sure we don't have any more arguments in the Danger Room," he scolded, pushing his jeans down to his ankles and kicking them off as he climbed in bed. He all but ripped off his tank top and hastily tossed it aside before he positioned himself perfectly behind her.
"Have I been bad?" she asked him, having no idea where this voice had come from.
"Yeah," Logan watched her with a lust he hadn't felt since he was a teenager, "you have." He brought a hand down sharply against her backside. Ororo cried out and he half expected her to throw him against another wall.
However, she arched her back and Logan grabbed her hip in one hand and his length in the other, shoving himself relentlessly into her. Just as he promised, she screamed. Screamed for him and him only.
He rode her through the night, not changing his position but making sure she never reached her orgasm until he was ready for her to. He hardened each time he came, making this go on for what seemed like hours. In and out, he gave deep, penetrating thrusts, banging her headboard loudly against the wall. Hank would just have to suffer for the night.
Taking a handful of her hair, Logan tugged it as she called his name loudly.
"How badly do you want this?" He demanded to know, not tugging too hard but just enough to pull her head to pull back.
He had the upper hand now, he was sure of it, and he would take full advantage of it.
Ororo's warmth clenched around him and she let out a chocked sob of pleasure as she could no longer hold her orgasm back and her body just collapsed beneath him. The rough demeanor he possessed just seconds before immediately vanished and he let go of her hair and pulled her into his arms, laying the both of them down.
When he turned her body to his, he saw there were tears in her eyes and before he could ask, she shook her head as if knowing he was going to.
They lay in silence for a moment until Logan wiped the tears that slipped down away from her cheeks. It rain gently outside and he pulled her face in slowly to his and kissed her softly.
"How badly do you want this?" Ororo asked him in a whisper, her lips pressed to his. He opened his eyes to look at her. She still had hers closed and her lips were in a pout from the kiss.
Logan had wanted it badly. No more of the Danger Room arguments, none of this rough tumble after every sex-driven argument ... well, they could do this every once in a while, he wouldn't complain.
"Let me show you," he whispered and rolled her onto her back and slowly began to thrust into her this time. She arched her back high off the bed and into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
The patter of the rain became their music as they began to make love.
