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Logan groaned softly as came
up from his deep nightmare-less sleep. He
opened his eyes slowly, taking care to avoid
the sudden squinting due to the sunlight
streaming through the window. Taking a deep
breath, he smiled. He loved waking up
nowadays, here, with her. What could be
better?
The bed shifted as she gently turned to face
the sleeping beauty lying next to him, her
snowy locks rumpled in sleep. Missing the
warmth of his body next to her, she stirred,
her hand searching for the warmth as she
turned to face him.
Smiling at her actions, Logan propped
himself up on his elbow and stared down at
the woman, the goddess who was not only his
best friend, but also the woman who shared
his bed now. Not only that she had an equal
part in his life….no, she was his life now.
He brushed the platinum locks away from her
forehead. Sleeping like this, she looked so
young, so innocent, not at all like the
goddess persona she adopted in the daytime.
How he had hated that the first time he had
met her. That was before he knew the woman
inside the ice castle. The friend, the
mother…the lover. Her lower lip pouted in
sleep and he barely contained himself from
lowering himself to kiss and lick it to
taste her once again. She needed the rest,
their night of hard loving making had made
sure of that, warranted that. Hell, even he
was tired, and he was the one with the
healing factor.
In her he had found his equal, his mate, his
Ororo. She was his, just as he was
hers…..and today he would take the next step
in making sure that they were joined for
this lifetime….and beyond. Today he was
going to propose to her.
His gaze traveled down her throat to her
breasts. Her side ways position plumped them
together, pushing them outwards towards him,
his fingers itching to feel them again. Her
dark chocolate nipples were softly swollen;
still tender from the ‘attention’ he had
lavished on them. She had large dollar coin
sized nipples with large areolas. He had
spent hours licking, nipping and suckling on
them. Just like last night. Even thinking
about them caused him to twitch and grow
harder. He loved her taste…..vanilla and
honey. It was like an aphrodisiac. It both
calmed and excited him at the same time.
----
Unable to stop himself, he raised his hand,
gliding his first two fingers on one nipple,
gently caressing its soft-hardness, enjoying
the reaction it elicited from her. Her brows
scrunched as she flailed her hand to swat
his hand away. Finally she turned to lie on
her back, one of her legs slightly bending
as both of them parted, revealing herself
completely as Logan held the sheet to stop
it from moving with her.
Continuing his visual worship of her body,
Logan’s eyes moved down from her breasts to
her gentle curves of her abdomen. Years of
strenuous exercise, healthy eating and being
in touch with nature had assured removed any
excess fat from her body. The way her belly
curved to the soft white triangle of pubic
hair always drove his crazy, just like any
other part of her body. Even though he loved
her for who she was on the inside, the love
and caring that filled her, the external
package didn’t take away from it….not one
bit. There wasn’t a man who wouldn’t give
anything to be in his place, and there
wasn’t a man or woman he wouldn’t go against
to keep the same place. According to him,
they had already wasted valuable time in all
the years they weren’t with one
another…..and they had a lot of making up to
do.
That was one of the reasons he had asked her
to take a break from the x-men and he X.S.E.
and come with him to his mountain cabin. It
was an hour’s drive from the nearest living
settlement, and that worked just fine for
him. He had everything he needed here. He
had a warm place to live, even managing to
get electricity and warm water. He had got
that fixed the last time he was here. He had
all the firewood he needed, all the food he
could hunt. Ororo wasn’t a big fan of meat,
she favored the fish they caught over the
deer and small game he hunted. Then there
was the canned food they had brought from
New York. Logan had ‘asked’ Cyclops to drop
them; not exactly at the cabin, that was a
secret. They had brought his bike and had
spanned the last three hundred miles by
road, with Ororo’s long slender hands
wrapped around his waist and chest.
They had taken a indefinite break, with
instructions to only approach them if an
‘extreme’ emergency situation arose,
meaning, if there was imminent and grave
danger to the mansion residents, Ororo’s
team or the world. Moreover, Logan had
clarified ‘his’ definition of GRAVE. In the
last four weeks, there hadn’t been a single
call and although Logan could live this way
forever, even he had to agree that both him
and Ororo missed their friends and
teammates. He planned to stay here for
another week at the most and then leave.
They were going to travel over Canada and
northern USA and leisurely make their way to
Westchester.
So that made today even more important…..and
he knew the exact spot for it. He had gotten
up early and had set up everything. The only
thing remaining now was waking up Ororo.
-----
Returning his attention to his goddess,
Logan reached forward and laid a hand over
her belly button, a calm but proud smile
forming over his lips. Even though there
weren’t any outwardly indication, he knew
what lay beneath that caramel skin. It was
too early for a heartbeat, hell it was so
early that even she didn’t know it yet…..but
he knew. He sensed it….sensed him or her.
Their first child. First son or daughter.
He had sensed it about four days ago when he
was moving down her body, planting soft
kisses and gentle licks over every inch of
his….every inch that was Ororo Monroe, his
Windrider, his lover, the mother of his
child….or children, he thought smugly.
Surely his ‘boys’ were potent enough to make
that possible. He had wanted to stop
everything and confront her with the
information, but had stopped himself at the
last moment. He wanted to her to realize it
on her own. It was going to be her first
child and he wanted her to feel the
happiness of knowing it and breaking the
news to him.
However, a couple of days later, he wasn’t
so sure. Maybe she wasn’t paying attention
that she hadn’t had her period yet. Maybe
she was waiting until they got to New York.
Maybe she needed to see a doctor to confirm
it and was avoiding breaking it to him,
fearing that she might be getting his hopes
up in vain.
He had finally decided that he would wait
until he proposed to her and then ‘hint’ it
to her that he knew about it and was happy
about it. Happy, he had been talking to the
animals, trying to get their viewpoints on
how to raise a family. He wanted to climb to
the highest peak and yell it for anyone and
everyone to hear it.
“Darlin’ tell me today. I can’t hold it in
any longer,” he whispered to her abdomen,
softly kissing it, his fingers threading
through her snowy curls.
The soft white curls of her nether triangle
were another he loved about her. Everything
about her was natural, and even though her
long white locks were unique, the curls of
her pubic hair were even more…..well unique.
They way they contrasted against her mocha
skin neatly trimmed to be under control but
enough to give them their presence. It was
like a marker to her treasures. That’s what
he had told her once. He had been joking and
she had taken it as such. However, the words
she had added had taken his breath away and
honored him. She had told him, “All these
treasures are just for you, my feral
warrior…just for you. Only you. Now and
forever. Till the day I die.”
-----
Even in sleep her body arched into his
caress, gently lifting away from their bed.
He felt and saw the dried remnants of the
seed he had planted deep inside her, over
and over again. He hadn’t counted. That was
something the both of them had realized very
soon after they got together. He didn’t keep
a track of the number of times either of
them reached climax and neither did she.
They had decided that when one time they had
collectively crossed the fifteen mark, with
him coming around six or seven times and she
filling in the rest. It had been their
six-month anniversary and they had returned
to the forest where they had first and
finally come together. Both of them had been
completely exhausted after that, sleeping
until after noon the next day. Even then, it
was Logan who had stepped out of the loft
and that too for getting their breakfast,
lunch and tea, all rolled into one. No one
had seen them again until dinner.
Removing his hand from her body, Logan bent
on an elbow and placed a soft kiss on her
forehead, nose and lips. He then got out of
the bed, naked in all his glory and started
making the final check before he left the
cabin. The alarm was ready, complete with
his personalized message. The notes were
also in place. He would be waiting outside
the cabin. Waiting in hiding, ready to jump
her and blindfold her. He wanted to surprise
her. He had painstakingly found the perfect
spot, complete with wild flowers, a small
but large enough waterfall and a perfect
view of the lake and the mountains behind
it.
Taking one last look at her, he sauntered
away, still naked as the day as he was born.
Up here, in the mountains, away from
everyone, they could be as natural as they
wanted to be, without any restrictions,
which civilizations set for them. From years
of observation, he knew that Ororo loved it
as much as he did, although for slightly
different but basically same reasons. She
had grown in a society that didn’t pay too
much emphasis on clothing and had found
slightly odd the modesty of the western
world, when she first came to America. He,
he just wanted to let out his inner animal
and let it run wild in his own territory,
the Canadian wilderness. Even though they
grew worlds apart, she in the hot-n’-dry
African desert and he in the cold-n’-even
more cold Canadian mountains, they were
still children of nature, connected to their
mother and to each other, in a way that
surpassed any other connection and overcame
minor differences like different countries
and cultures.
-----
“’Ro…wake up,” Logan’s gruff voice sounded
from the alarm clock. “Wake up ‘Ro.”
“Mmmm…..” Ororo moaned in her sleep, and
answered him, not recognizing the source of
his voice. “Five more minutes.”
“Wake up ‘Ro,” the recording repeated. “Wake
up….wake up…wake up….” It started repeating.
“Hmmmm….Logan,” Ororo frowned as she cracked
an eye open to look for her lover. Usually
he was hovering over her, his mutton chopped
face being the first thing she saw, but not
today.
“Logan?” she opened her second eye, taking a
couple of seconds to realize that Logan was
speaking from a recording on the clock.
Reaching for the end table, she switched the
alarm off. Pushing her up on her elbows she
looked around, her snowy tresses falling on
her right breast and back.
“Logan,” she called again, hoping to get an
answer from either the bathroom or the
kitchen. All she got was silence.
“Where did he go?” she wondered aloud as she
sat up and ran her fingers through her bed
mussed hair, stretching her upper body in
the process. As she was stretching, her eyes
fell on the single flower lying next to the
clock. There was a note attached to it.
“What is he doing?” she smiled as she
reached and lifted the flower. It was one of
the many wild flowers that grew in the
‘their’ wild forest ‘garden’. Turning the
note over, she read the three words written
on it.
*OUTSIDE….NO CLOTHES*
Shaking her head at his precise
instructions, Ororo got off the bed and
started towards the front door. ‘Must be
feeling frisky today,’ she chuckled to
herself, recalling the number of times they
bathed in the lake near the cabin, taking
love and care of washing each other’s body,
only to dirty it with the intense love
making that followed it. Once they ended
that session, they returned to lake and made
slow gentle love in its pure waters, they
love cleansing and fulfilling each other.
Reaching near the closed door, she rested
her forehead against it, her one hand on the
wooden structure while the other came to
rest on her midsection. She was late with
her period and had started to have nausea
and a bad taste in her mouth on some
mornings. ‘Goddess,’ she prayed, not knowing
completely what she prayed for. On one hand
she was hopeful and happy that maybe she was
pregnant. She didn’t have any home pregnancy
tests to confirm her suspicion and there was
no way of getting one without raising
Logan’s suspicions. At the same time, she
had the slightest fear of how it would
affect their relation. True, they had been
together for almost eight months now, but
was it too early to start a family. She knew
that Logan wanted to have kids; they had
discussed the possibility of having a family
of their own one day. The years of
friendship had provided them with an
openness that few couple had. They had been
able to discuss many sensitive topics,
including children.
The only two things they hadn’t discussed
were, when to have the aforementioned
children and….marriage. Even after years of
the Forge incident as she now called it,
Ororo was still wary of the ‘M’ word and
hesitant to talk about it. Logan picked up
on her insecurities and had not brought up
the topic as yet. However, even Ororo knew
that he would…..one day.
What she didn’t know was how soon that day
or time was going to come.
-----
As soon as she stepped outside the cabin,
Logan stepped behind her.
“Mornin’ darlin’,” his large hands coming to
rest on her eyes, his naked body rubbing
against her equally free nakedness, his
rising hardness resting comfortably between
the twin round halves of her behind.
“Morning dearest,” Ororo murmured as she
leaned into his ‘embrace’ her shoulder
pushing against at the soft kisses he was
planting on it. With their height
difference, Logan came just above her
shoulders, the extra eight inches that she
had over him not affecting either of them in
the least. In fact, Logan often joked that
it was just enough to put him near his
favorite twins…..a truth that he often let
her know.
Just as Wolverine was never at a
disadvantage due to his height in times of
war, so was he in his lovemaking. ‘He is
indeed the best at what he does,’ Ororo
mused. ‘And he is well equipped and adept in
using his tools…whether it be his claws,
hands, fingers or….’ Her thoughts trailed
off as she felt a heat rising within her.
“What are ya thinkin’ darlin’,” Logan
whispered into her ear as he gently pushed
against her, pushing himself further into
her.
“Nothing,” Ororo shook her head. “Just about
you….and your little Wolverine.”
“Little,” Logan growled, giving a jerk to
let her know how ‘little’ he was. “And
what’s with the pet names. Next thing I know
ya ‘ill be giving names to the rest o’ me.”
To further illustrate his point, his removed
one hand from her eyes, covering them with
the other one and moved it to her stomach,
pushing her to and onto him, causing her to
let out an involuntary moan.
“Uhnnn….Logan. What are you doing?” she
inquired, wiggling slightly against him,
causing him to harden even further.
“Just trust me ‘Ro,” he spoke into her snowy
locks, breathing in their sandalwood scent.
“Always my love,” she whispered into the
wind. “Always.”
Grabbing the blindfold he had strategically
placed near the door, he proceeded to tie it
over her eyes.
“Ready?” he came to her side and took her
hand in his, his body tightening at the
breathtaking visual she made, her platinum
tresses and light chocolate colored skin
glowing in the rising sun.
“I don’t know what you have in mind,” she
spoke from behind the blindfold, her grip
tight around his hand. “But lead on.”
“Don’t worry darlin’,” he started leading
her towards their destination. “I’ve got ya.”
“I know,” she smiled and stepped closer to
him, twining her arm around his.
-----
Ten minutes later, they arrived at their
destination.
“We’re here,” Logan stopped and came in
front of her, his hot breath tickling her
cool skin.
“Oh. Can I take this off?” she pointed to
the blindfold with her free hand.
“Let me,” he started kissing her as he moved
behind her, starting from the crook of her
neck, to the upper swell of her full
breasts, to her shoulder, front and then
back and finally on the curve of her back.
Opening the knot, he removed the blindfold
and pulled her to him, his hands resting on
her waist, just where her hips started.
“Open yer eyes,” he whispered.
“Oh….” Ororo’s eyes widened. “Oh
my….oh….WOW…Its beautiful….its more than
that,” she turned in his arms to face him.
“Its….”
“Fit fer a goddess,” Logan smiled at her,
his hand rising to pull her down for their
first kiss of the morning.
The kiss started gentle enough, but soon got
deep and passionate with their tongues
exploring the insides of their mouths, just
as their hands explored their bodies.
“Uhn….Logan,” Ororo moaned as Logan reached
down and squeezed her behind, his pinky
grazing near her wetness. She instinctively
opened her legs apart, giving him a better
access and a silent invitation to go
further….to reach forward and touch her. “I
want you,” she boldly proclaimed.
“I want ya too,” he answered with the barest
of humor in his voice.
“I want you,” she gently humped against his
hardness rubbing along her space between her
thighs, gently parting her folds with each
to and fro movement. “I want you….now.”
“Ya sure ‘Ro?” Logan questioned as he gently
urged her towards the soft sheet covered mat
he had laid out in advance. “Its pretty
early.”
“Are you denying me my right,” she growled
at him as she reached forward and bit at his
earlobe causing him to hiss in frustration
and arousal.
“Right?” he still didn’t give in. He loved
the non-sexual foreplay they had, exchanging
banter just as they exchanged blows during
their danger room sparring sessions. They
worked off and along with each other,
pushing each other to newer heights,
crossing older limits, whether in their
fighting skills or their lovemaking.
“Yes, my right,” Ororo pushed her hand
between their bodies and ran her nails along
his hard chest. “My right to your love.”
“Never,” Logan answered huskily. “What the
goddess wants, the goddess gets.”
“Then, come to me now, my warrior,” Ororo
pushed her body away from his. “Come to me
and fill me….fulfill me, just as I fulfill
you.”
Logan’s chest rumbled at her words and he
ethereal sight she presented. They were like
Adam and Eve, in their own private paradise,
only this time no one would be there to push
they away from their garden of Eden.
-----
Pushing her down on the mat, Logan lowered
straddled her, his strong legs on either
side of her hips.
“Damn, ‘Ro,” he grunted as he lowered to
kiss her neck, starting his downward
movement, interjecting each kiss with a
word. “I love ya darlin’. Can’t keep my
hands offa ya. Wanta keep on making love to
ya all the time…..never stopping….never.”
“And I you,” was all Ororo could respond
with as she felt herself getting lost in the
sensations he was providing to her. “I am
lucky to have found someone as loving and
caring as you. I love you, all of you, even
the Wolverine inside of you. He cares about
me just as you do. I am his mate, just as
you are the mate of the Storm inside me.”
“Yesss,” Logan hissed as Ororo reached and
snaked her fingers around his erection
resting against her smooth stomach. “Yer
mine….my mate. Just as I am yers,” Logan
reached up and gently nipped at her
shoulder, reasserting his claim on her.
“Logan,” Ororo hissed as body arched into
him, responding to the ‘natural’ claim he
made for her. “I love you,” she whispered
into his ear, pushing his head up to capture
his mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
Pushing Logan off her, Ororo turned with him
until she was lying on top of him. Planting
her hands on either side of his shoulders,
she sat up and straddled him, his erection
now resting firmly along her wet folds,
nudging them open with each movement she
made on him. Her actions caused a dense
white curtain of silky hair to fall around
them, capturing their combined scents
between them.
Smiling at him, Ororo lowered her face and
started kissing all over his face, starting
from his forehead, over his bushy eyebrows,
mutton chops, both of his eyes, his weather
beaten cheeks, his sculpted nose and
jaws….finally reaching his slightly parted
and waiting lips.
“I love when ya do that,” Logan sighed at
her lips, enjoying the way she was pampering
and spoiling him with the amount of care and
love she showered….just through her kisses.
As their lips mashed against each other and
their tongues battled for supremacy, Ororo
threaded her fingers through his unruly
mane, while Logan ran his thick digits over
her backside, feeling each and every muscle
flex under his caress.
As their kiss broke, Logan started to kiss
and nibble at her neck, enjoying the smooth
flesh of his marking point. There was always
a faint scar there, his repeated marking
made sure of that. As he moved further down,
he rumbled deep inside his chest, the
vibrations of which shook Ororo through
their joining at his groin.
Reaching up, Logan grabbed one of her full
rounded breasts, capturing the hardened
nipple in his mouth. Ororo hissed at the
contact, his actions causing her to arch
further into him, pushing more of her breast
into his wet suckling mouth as she hastened
her movements along his erection.
-----
“Logan,” she broke away, leaving him open
mouthed as she arched away from him, her
long hair falling behind her. “I need you
inside me….NOW.”
Reaching his hand down, Logan touched her
folds with two fingers, immediately getting
them wet and slicked with her flowing
juices. “’Ro, yer WET,” he stated
forcefully.
“I know,” there was a sense of pride as well
as aching frustration in her cracking voice.
It amazed him how this woman who was so calm
and collected with others, could be so…so
open with him.
“Now,” she repeated as she moved up, her
slender hand going down to grasp and
position his erection properly.
“Do it ‘Ro,” he hissed his command, his
expression tightening as she gripped his
erection and moved her hand along its
length, lubricating it with his own precum.
“Do it baby,” he urged as fingers grazed
over his heavy and taut sac.
Bringing her hand up, Ororo showed it to
Logan, showing off his own fluids to him,
before turning it and licking its length.
“Hmmm….tasty….” she murmured as she reveled
in his taste.
“’Ro,” Logan hissed as he grabbed her hips
and started lowering her onto his erection.
“Logan….aaaahh…” Ororo gasped as she felt
his tip part her folds and push through her
entrance. How she loved the way, he
stretched and filled her body. “Goddess…”
Pushing deep into her, Logan firmed his grip
at her hips and began to twist and thrust
inside her, first slowly but with gaining
speed and assurance. “So tight….so wet….so….Grrrrro,”
he trailed off in a growl. Even with her
slick channel, he enjoyed the tightness of
her inner walls against his hardness.
Gripping his broad shoulders, Ororo began to
thrust against him, meeting him half way,
answering each thrust with her own. Soon
they were moving at a steady pace, their
hips slapping against each other, the only
other sounds being the grunts coming from
Logan and the moans from Ororo.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, Logan
moved his gaze from their joining to slight
ripple in her belly to the bouncing and
minor swaying of her breasts, their
movements synchronized with each thrust of
either of them. Even in such an aroused and
debauched state, she managed to look regal
and graceful, just like the true princess
she was. The duality only serving to push
him even further into her.
-----
“Logan…faster,” Ororo moaned as her grip on
his shoulders tightened.
“Faster….harder….HARDER,” she cried out.
The next instant she found herself lying on
her back with Logan taking over from between
her legs. He lifted one of her long legs and
placed it over his shoulder, giving him
better access to her. Repositioning himself,
he began to thrust harder and faster into
her.
“Uhnn…yesss….” Ororo moaned as Logan hit
against her sensitive spot, pushing her
towards her climax. “Logan, I am
going….to….to….”
“Me to ‘Ro,” Logan understood her
implication. “Come with me darlin’….with
me.”
“LOGAAAANNN,” Ororo cried out as her body
convulsed, waves of orgasmic ecstasy washing
at and over her. Feeling her inner muscles
tightening and milking at his erection gave
Logan the final push, causing him to roar
and erupt deep inside her, flooding and
filling her with his warmth, both of their
fluids mixing with each other.
Coming down from his orgasmic high, Logan
slumped against her chest, resting his
weight on his elbows. Both of them were
spent, losing the little energy they had
stored after a few hours of sleep. Resting
his face between the valley of her breasts,
Logan could hear her heart thunder against
his ear. Under him, Ororo laid limply,
unable to do anything or move a muscle.
“I love you,” she finally managed to say,
her heartbeat calming down slightly.
Logan kissed the breast next to his mouth
and whispered back, “Love you too….love you
Ororo.”
-----
“Ororo,” Logan pushed himself off her and
laid on his side, his head resting on his
crooked arm.
“Yes,” she turned to face him, her hand
coming to rest on his chest, her fingers
playing with the sweat-slicked hair of his
chest.
“I want ya ta be with me always….” He placed
a finger on her lips to silence her from
speaking. “I know ya will be, but I want
everyone ta know it.”
“Logan, everyone knows I am with you,” Ororo
furrowed her brows.
“I don’t mean just the x-men,” he caressed
her upper arm and shoulder with the back of
his fingers. “I want th’ whole world ta
know. I want everyone ta know that ya’r mine
and I am yers.”
“Logan?” Ororo’s gaze turned questioning.
“Ororo Monroe,” he sat up crossed legged,
producing a small square velvet box from
somewhere. “I want the honor of being able
ta worship ya fer the rest of my life, by
not just being yer friend, not just yer
lover, but yer husband and the father of yer…..our
kids.”
Ororo was still lying down on her back when
Logan snapped the box open, revealing a
beautiful platinum band with four different
colored stones laid into it with golden
flowers carved and embedded around them.
“What do ya say?” Logan’s smile faltered at
her shocked expression. “Ororo,” he asked
tentatively. “Darlin’ say somethin’.”
“Uhmph,” Logan gasped as the breath was
knocked out of him as Ororo tackled him to
the ground, her hair falling all around them
as she filled his face with countless
kisses, the salty taste of her joyous tears
mixing with her sweet taste.
“Is that a yes?” Logan asked humorously.
“Do I need to make any clearer,” Ororo
continued her kissing.
“It would help ta hear a small ‘yes’,” Logan
grinned back at her.
“Yes… (Kiss)….yes…. (Kiss)….” Ororo repeated
herself many times, interjecting each yes
with a kiss, before arching away and yelling
into the wind. “YES, I will marry you my
love….MY Logan.”
“Is that clear enough,” she lowered herself
back onto his chest, her eyes stuck on the
ring he had just placed on her finger.
“Crystal darlin’,” she could feel Logan’s
grin even without having to look at him.
“Crystal.”
----
“Logan,” it was Ororo’s turn to hesitate
now.
“Yeah,” he grinned. From her tone, he
guessed that she was going to let out a
secret of her own.
“I have some news too,” she placed her chin
on his chest, her blue eyes meeting his
glinting hazel ones. “Although I am not sure
about it yet.”
“Sure? About what?” Logan feigned complete
ignorance.
“I think I….I think….” She started and
stopped a couple of times and lowered her
eyes. “IthinkIamPregnant,” she rattled off.
“Really,” Logan lifted her chin to look into
her expectant eyes.
“Hmmm Ummm,” she nodded as she held her
breath for his reaction.
“Don’t think darlin’,” Logan smirked at her
confused reaction. “Ya don’t need ta think
and be confused. Ya can be sure about it.”
“You….You mean,” realization dawned on her
face.
“Yup,” he nodded his head. “Ya an’ me, we
are going to have a kid of our own.”
“Oh Logan,” Ororo cried out as she jumped on
him and captured his lips.
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Much later,
Both Ororo and Logan lay together, side by
side after another bout of intense
lovemaking, with Ororo’s head resting in the
crook of his shoulder, her one arm and leg
draped over his body.
Suddenly Logan sat up and lifted Ororo as he
stood from the crumpled sheet.
“Wha…” Ororo gasped as she felt herself
being lifted up by his strong arms. “Where
are we going now?” she asked as he started
to walk.
Logan jerked his head at the waterfall. “Be
a shame to let such a beautiful and rare
thing ta go ta waste. I want ya cleaned up
and ready.”
“Ready?” she tilted her head. “Ready for
what?”
“For lunch,” he smirked at her. “Gotta take
special care of ya now. Ya are eating fer
two now.”
Ororo smiled serenely at his protectiveness,
all her doubts laid to rest. They were ready
to start their family, together….as one
unit.
“I love you….” she whispered, her cheeks
turning red. “….my to be husband.”
“I love ya too….” Logan whispered back as he
kissed her forehead. “….my to be wife.” |