Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Youthful Urges

Title: Youthful Urges
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Wolverine/Storm
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words: Weekend Challenge: Random Words (silver, scarf, suggest, easy, useful, look, slip, carpenter, rule, scrub, placid, cheat), Obstacles (Your character is hampered by bad weather conditions.), AND Trope (Lustful Melt)
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,040
Date Written: 15 June 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.

Ororo’s fingers trembled as she wrapped the silver scarf around her neck and reexamined her reflection. The scarf glittered in the mirror and seemed to highlight her bright, blue eyes. Yet already, with a twirl of her dark and elegant fingers, a breeze was lifting the clothing from her neck. She tossed it, with annoyance, onto the growing pile on her bed and reached for not just the next accent but the next dress. She’d gone through thirty already, and she still wasn’t satisfied.

And yet . . . Logan was probably already beginning to get antsy waiting on her. If she didn’t pick an outfit soon, he might forget their date altogether, go out, pick a fight, or kill somebody. She sighed despite the smile lingering on her lips. That was her Wolverine. That was the man who made her insides feel like they were reduced to nothing more than a pile of quivering jelly every time they locked eyes. He was her friend, had been her trainer on more than one occasion, and once again was the man she was looking to to lead her out of all the mess her life had become.

Ororo closed her eyes for a moment as she tried to steady her nerves. She pictured a tranquil, placid lake, but then she saw him again, calling to her, his feral eyes calling to her innermost depths. Her eyes flew open as a loud pounding banged on her door. “Goddess!”

“‘Ro!” He didn’t wait to be invited. He just swung her door open and stood there, leaning in her doorway. He had a smug grin, hadn’t shaved -- she wondered if he’d even scrubbed his face at all --, and wore jeans and a T-shirt. She wondered about the carpenters who had rebuilt their school yet again as his short frame somehow seemed to fill her doorway.

“Logan,” she returned with an air of calmness. She wanted to say that he made everything look easy, but there was nothing easy about this night. There was nothing easy about any of this, about anything anymore.

“Normally I wouldn’t mind waitin’, darlin’, even if it took you an hour,” he drawled, crossing his legs and arms idly, “but that wind’s startin’ to tug pretty heavy on this roof. Don’t feel like havin’ the school rebuilt again before we’ve even had a chance to resume classes.”

“Are you suggesting -- “ She sighed and waved a hand. “Oh, it’s no use pretending with you.” She closed her eyes again and began to concentrate. She heard him close her door but didn’t dare reopen her eyes and look at him again just yet. She reached outside with her mind and eased the wind. The school stopped shaking, and lightning ceased to dart pink fingers across the darkening night sky.

When she finally did reopen her eyes, Logan stood directly in front of her, in between her and the mirror. “Darlin’, I see a pile o’ clothes on that bed behind you, an’ I can think of far more useful ways to use it.”

“Logan!” Ororo chastised, her skin flushing a darker shade.

He shrugged muscular shoulders and grinned coyly up at her. “Just sayin’. You were right ‘bout what you said earlier. Anythin’ you slip on is gonna be just fine. You don’t have to pretend with me. You can’t, no more than I can pretend with you.”

Her own heartbeat thundered in her ears as he reached out and ran his fingers over the side of her neck. “We’ve both been waitin’ for this night for so dang long now, ‘Ro. You wanna spend it winin’ an’ dinin’, that’s fine with me. You wanna spend it chasin’ clouds or fightin’ th’ bad guys, that’s fine too.”

He angled closer to her, and with his lips just a breath away from hers, he whispered, “I know you have that rule ‘bout always keepin’ a fine control on yer powers, an’ I get it. I do. We don’t need a hurricane tearin’ apart th’ city. But why don’t you let yourself cheat just a little tonight?”

He was about to kiss her when she spoke with a shy giggle, blushing because he made her feel so inept and so much younger and inexperienced than she was. She felt like a schoolgirl these nights around Logan; yet she had ruled an entire kingdom and led the X-Men far many more times than he. She was anything but inexperienced. “I already almost tore off the roof.”

“Darlin’,” he almost purred, and lightning did cut through the sky again as he brushed his lips across hers, “you’ve wanted me since Day One. I smelled that primal need, that desire, from you the very first day we met, an’ it’s only grown ever since. An I’ve wanted you just as badly.” He brushed her lips with his again. “I’ve loved you,” he admitted softly, “just as long.”

“In that case,” she whispered, beginning to succumb as his arms wrapped around her slender waist and drew her tight against him, “maybe a night in would not be so terrible an idea . . . “

He kissed her, and the wind began to howl again. Lightning cut jagged, passionate fingers through the sky, and thunder roared for them both. Ororo lifted her mouth quickly from Logan’s. “But maybe in the Savage Land?” she asked, grinning.

He flashed her a feral grin, not afraid in the least to let her see his fangs. “Whatever my Queen wants, she gets,” he said. Then tugging on her hand, he started to run. “Come on. The Blackbird’s already waiting!”

Ororo’s laughter carried through the raging wind. “Very well! But when we return, you owe me dinner!”

Darlin’, Logan thought as they boarded the plane and he set the AutoPilot, I owe you a lot more’n that. He owed her his life, and had since he had first fallen in love with her. If he was lucky, truly lucky, he’d get to spend every day of whatever time he had left with this amazing woman, making her happy, making her laugh as she did now as he pulled her into a strong and passionate embrace, loving her with everything he had for however long he could.

The End
Tags: x-men: rolo
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