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“Here you go,” he smiles a genuine smile.
“Thanks Harry,” she smiles a practiced one.

“That guy is looking at you,” he points out. “He has been doing it the whole night.”
“Let him look,” she disregards it. “They all look, from afar.”

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He has been watching her, smelling her, hearing her.

She is like no other.

Her long hair, white as fresh snow, pulls him to her.

Her eyes, blue as the sky, hides mysteries he wants to discover.

Her smooth skin, like the earth, makes him want to lie next to her.

Her sweet scent, like fresh rain, makes him want to bathe in her.

She is a whirling Storm, and he wants to get lost in it.

He wants to get lost in her.

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“You alone?” she looks up at him, a chill runs down her spine.
“I like it that way,” he disregards it and sits down next to her.
“Not anymore,” he is cocky.
“Even now,” she is blunt.

“He troubling you?” Harry comes over.
“Are you?” she arcs an eyebrow.
“Its your show,” his smirk challenges her.
“Its alright Harry,” her smile accepts it.

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“Logan,” he offers a hand, his grin pushes at her.
“Ororo,” she shakes it, her resolve pushes him back.

“You alone?” he asks again.
“Not anymore,” her answer changes.

“Any plans for the night,” he goes in for the kill.
“No,” she dodges it.

“Want to make any?” his voice is husky, his gaze heated. He smells her arousal.
“No,” even heated, she denies it. Her usually strong resolve is wavering.

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“I know you want it,” he growls near her. “I can smell it.”
“Clean your nose,” her voice is breaking. “I feel nothing.”

“Your loss,” he taunts her.
“I am all tears,” she taunts back.
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“I’ll be waiting,” he stands up.
“The night is long,” she looks away.

“That it is,” he runs a hand over hers. “Long and lonely”
“Very lonely,” she balls her fists, the shred of paper held tight within one of them.

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“Till next time,” he calls over his back.
“Yes….” she doesn’t watch him leave. “Till next time.”

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Opening her fist, she looks at it, staring at it for what seems like hours.

Making her mind, she stands up, ready to leave for the night.

She is tired. Tired of being lonely.

He was right.

She wants it. Even if its for a night. She craves it

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“Hello Ororo,” he stands aside, his eyes still challenging her.
“Hello Logan,” she steps inside and accepts it.