Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: enchanted_jae's Challenge 146: April Showers and fffc r18.07: Spring
Word Count: 592
Date Written: 15 April 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
She has danced with him before but never like this. There is no rush or heat to the air around them, only a gentle Spring breeze lifting them as it lilts about. The sky is blue, not a cloud in sight, but yet Ororo knows her mother is thirsty. She is as well. It’s been too long since she’s held Logan in her arms and he’s allowed himself to let go in her embrace without tears, howls, or anguish.
She turns them again as the dance on the air, both feeling as light as a feather. It’s a feeling Logan only has when he’s with her. When he’s gazing into her beautiful blues, all Hell can be breaking lose around them, and yet he knows every time, while looking at her, that it’s going to be okay. Yet there is no Hell today. There is no pressing war to continue fighting. The war is there -- it’s always there --, but it’s quiet today except for the singing of the birds. It’s been years since he last realized just how beautiful that sound can be, and he wouldn’t even take note of it now if it wasn’t for her.
Her smooth skin slides against his, and he thinks again that it’s no wonder he’s heard a few folks call her the Wind Dancer. Many more call her Storm, Ororo, or the Windrider, but Wind Dancer fits her far more perfectly. He leans in closer, nuzzles his nose into her long, ivory hair, and inhales deeply. She smells like the Earth after a fresh Spring rain. It’s only then that he realizes that it’s began to rain.
The drops are gentle as they fall down upon them. The sky stretching above their heads and all around them is still cloudless. Looking down, it seems like the first time he’s ever noticed flowers opening. He wouldn’t notice that, either, if it wasn’t for her. There’s so much he would never see, never feel, never experience if not for the beautiful woman in his arms. She may be only a mortal, but she will always be his Goddess.
He notices she’s lifting the silent tempo, moving them a little faster now. The rain slips along his body as do the soft kisses of her gentle breezes. He knows she likes to use her control of the wind to touch areas she may not be able to otherwise; he’s known for years, ever since the first time she used a breeze to teasingly tap his butt. He grins, the tips of his sharp teeth showing, and pulls her closer.
He’s about to pull her into a kiss when Ororo changes the angle of her proud head. She licks a raindrop off his grizzled cheek, then another from his neck. If Logan was a cat, he’d be purring now, but he just melts into her embrace and lets her do with him as she will. He knows wherever she takes him in this impromptu April shower, just as wherever she takes him in life, will be well worth the journey.
Anything she does to him is something he wants, something he needs. Her mouth lifts to his, and in an open-mouthed smile, Logan accepts Ororo’s kiss. Her kiss warms away the last lonely etchings in his bones. It makes him feel young again, passionate, and powerful. She makes him believe anything as possible, as she always has. Spring has come again to his long Winter, and her name is Ororo. Logan sighs into their kiss and lets her reign.