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Call of the Wild	By : Polymer Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Ororo Views: 5481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Missing Scene

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Part 3

"Well darlin' if ya don't can I make a suggestion without ya fryin' me?" he asked.

"What, Wolverine�" she asked with an amused grin.

"Relax� I know yer probably used t' this whole neckin' stuff, but don't think ya haveta impress me� relax an' just do what comes natural like�" he muttered. Then he separated himself from her, fearing he'd insulted her.

"Logan, it is all right," Storm said as she moved over and slid her arms around him again.

"Sorry, me an' my big mouth, that came out all wrong�" he mumbled.

"We can both learn from each other it seems," Ororo whispered.

"Hmm, now ya sure?" he asked, a twinkle in his dark eyes.

"Very sure. Now WHAT exactly WERE you suggesting when you asked that I relax?"

"Um well, ya don't haveta make this some kinda competition," Logan mumbled, resting his hands at the small of her back. "Put yer hands anywhere ya like�"

"Perhaps you can tell I am not accustomed to this� as you doubtless can sense�" Storm murmured.

"Yeah, but that don't mean ya can't take a few lessons� an have some fun in the process," he winked and she had to chuckle again. Logan let a low growl distract her, and she leaned down to kiss him again before he lost his nerve. She felt his hands slowly sliding down and caressing her backside, awakening long hidden desires. Her long fingers caressed back muscles with the precision of sculpting a weather pattern, and caused a soft sigh to escape his lips and puff into hers.

"Logan," she murmured, and the sensitivity made him choke momentarily. This was going way further than he imagined.

"Damn that feels good," he mumbled, and glanced up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Not bad at all�."

"I am not accustomed to men with an abundance of body hair, but yours suits you," she mumbled. Logan chuckled and gave her backside another squeeze as he felt her rounded cheeks with large hands.

"Thanks darlin' I think," he mumbled, and she caught his lips again before she said something totally awkward and stupid to ruin what was rapidly exciting her and satiating hungers she couldn't deny.

This time her lips fastened to his, and felt his tongue thrusting in and out. She duplicated the same process, generating a low growl through their merged mouths that excited the wilder parts of her nature. She smelled like stone and rain, refreshing and all natural with nothing to mask her scent and Logan felt the incredible desire to claim her. What was he thinking? She was a teammate� Threading long nails through his hair she grasped his cheeks firmly and held his mouth on hers, locking his lips in the kiss that was heating up.

"Wolverine, I cannot stop," she murmured as he slowly tugged at her robe, and she tugged at the seams of his shirt.

"I know darlin'� ya sure you want me to keep goin? I mean we're teammates an' all� last thing I wanna do is make ya mad at me cause ya thought I was tryin' to get ya into the sack� but damn if I can't smell yer desire� dammit�" he gritted his teeth.

"Shh, Wolverine, it's perfectly fine for me," Storm urged. "I sensed the undercurrent existed. I cannot help BUT be drawn to you for your connection to nature. It is strong and savage as my own. I might need to reign in my desires, but that does not mean the Goddess does not have urges� and I ache� though it would shame me�"

"Nothin' wrong with urges, Princess," Logan mumbled, kissing down her neck. "Damn shame ya don't have someone to help ya�"

"Would you� Logan?" she asked softly, kissing his lips. He drew back.

"Damn 'Roro, I wanna� but I don't wanna ruin something good�"

"You won't, Logan," she urged. "Just this once� I'm offering myself� to indulge in something you can sense we both need."

Logan slid his hands up and gently ran his fingers over her breasts, and she arched her back, her silver hair falling down. She hummed with delight, nodding as he glanced at her with slatted eyes, and slowly peeled her robe back. "Damn, you ARE beautiful," he mumbled through his teeth.

"Thank you," she whispered, letting the robe fall, and cradling his neck as he kissed the tops of both breasts and then reverently lowered his face to them. She pressed him hard in place when he suckled at her bosom like a child seeking nourishment. Logan lifted her easily, and she gasped with deep laughter as he held her there against his body. Legs twined loosely around his waist, encouraging him that this was permitted.

"Ya sure ya want this, 'roro?" he growled.

"Yes Logan," she whispered, and he loved the sound of his name, its use long denied. Desire for Red burned hot and he was quick to quench it in her dark body, mysterious and familiar. Under his rough experienced hands she gasped and moaned with relief. He smelled the pent up energies of the Goddess begging for someone to satiate them.

Her hands reached down his back and slid briefly into his waistband as he nibbled one breast, and then the other. Burying his face between them he kissed her and held her up with a show of strength that astonished her. 300 pounds of solid adamantium indeed, with the sturdiness of someone holding her aloft and mumbling incoherence between her breasts. With a sigh of mild release she licked her lips and felt the urgency of his own nature puckering the front of his shorts. She innocently yet not so innocently shifted her body so she could bump her lower body over, and cause a low growl to rumble him.

"Roro�" he snarled, fangs bared in need. "Be sure�"

"I am sure," she whispered, leaning down to adjust her legs around his waist. "The Goddess wants you� Logan�"

"MMmrrrrrr�" he snarled, and she shifted down to rub her femininity against his masculinity. Her hands reached down and slid his shorts teasingly off as he bucked experimentally against her. Letting go of his waist she stood on her own and waited. He reached up to remove her headdress, causing her hair to fall over her bare body like silver rain. Then she waited as he tugged off his shorts, and nothing was between them.

"Magnificent," Storm breathed, breasts heaving in and out.

"Ain't been called THAT," he mumbled, and Storm slid her hand under his chin, turning her face to grace his lips with a kiss. Wolverine snarled lightly, seizing her lips as he grabbed her and crushed her to him. Her legs embraced his legs, as his arms held her up, and she slid overtop what waited for her. Logan glanced up to see her licking her lips as she slid her wet groove over his manhood teasingly.

"Does that please you?"

"Darlin' do ya HAVETA ask?" he moaned, feeling hard and urgent. "Yer torturing me� an' I like that� ahhh damn�"

"Good, as do I�" she murmured. "Doing what comes naturally�"

"MMmmmm amen to that�. Rrrr�." He growled, nibbling on her breasts as she seized his ear and she lightly rubbed him. Taking her hips in his hands he prodded her with his tip. Storm gasped and bucked, catching the end of him as she braced her hands on his shoulders.

"Logan, I offer myself to you�" she groaned.

"Ya don't haveta ask twice," Logan snarled, and pushed slowly inside. Storm hissed with pleasure and pain. Then she glanced down at the mask of concentration on Logan's face as he painstakingly pushed himself inside her, inch by delicious inch.

"Ohhh goddess," she moaned. "Why do you hesitate�"

"Gotta do this right," Logan mumbled. "Been a long time for ya, wanna make it good for ya�"

"Mmmm you are," she gasped, as he pushed with low grunts of exertion and spread her painstakingly wide.

"You okay, 'Roro?" he snarled, gritting his teeth. "I forgot�"

"I am aware of my body as you are your own, Logan. I am past the time of fertility. It is safe�" she urged. "I want no barriers between us�"

"Good cause I don't remember thinkin' THIS would happen� awwwwwwrrrrgh� yer so damn tight� an' so good�"

"Ohhhhh� ahhh� Logan� yes� I desire�" she cried sharply, and felt his manhood seat firmly inside her. He stood still; not moving a muscle as Storm wrapped herself around him, and sighed deeply. Logan felt her hot and elemental around him, sheathing him tightly and yet deeply, as few women could with his substantial endowments.

"Damn," he mumbled, twitching inside her. "You okay?"

"More than all right, Logan� this is what I needed� I thank you�"

"I ain't even started yet," he mumbled, and Storm leaned down to kiss him softly, then nip his lip. Pressing down on his shoulders, she rocked her hips. He snarled, and twitched, joined intimately.

"You or me, sweets?" he snarled, nibbling and biting on her neck.

"You first," Ororo hissed, tightening around him and making him swoon. His own legs were loosing their strength, and he slowly sank to his knees, with her surrounding him.

"Hope ya don't mind it� doin' like THIS� cause I can't take it�" he gritted.

"Oh yessss this is perfect," Ororo groaned, rocking her hips on his, and Logan gave a sharp thrust that made her cry out and twitch.

He slowly lowered her and started to thrust long painstaking strokes that made Ororo twist and writhe in ecstasy. Her hair flipped over and around his face, dousing him in her scent. He snarled and gritted his teeth, and she reached down to kiss him hard and long.

"So good, damn so good," he roared, muffling his grunts and groans in her neck as she cried out over and over.

"Logan� ahh� Logan� don't stop," Storm mewled, fingernails digging into his back. He heard what felt like the rumble of thunder. "I can control it� just� offer yourself to me�"

"Gonna warn ya, gonna be MORE than one�" he blurted out. Especially since the surging shivers of silver exploded in his brain when she let out a loud scream that was drowned in thunder. Her whole body convulsed on him, and he began the process again.

"Please, more," she gritted, biting his ears, and digging furrows in his back with her nails. Logan hissed, biting and nipping at her breasts, trying hard to control it but failing miserable as he buried his face in her breasts and thrust deeply inside her to unleash his seed and his own passion. Once, twice, three times he was advancing till spent, still hard and strong and oh so marvelously filling her hungry body. He lay his head on her breasts, panting hard and kissing her.

"Damn� if that wasn't one of the best� sensations," he panted.

"Logan, how wonderfully flattering," she cooed, and gave him a soft and sweet kiss that burned him to the core. He felt suddenly inadequate and rough next to her, but her hips rocking on his were more than enough to overcome that temporary insecurity.

Laying her back he hooked her knees on his broad shoulders, and swung her up and down. Ororo felt the resurgence of her pent desires again met with his thrusts and grunts, followed by a fast release that again drenched her. A low growl indicated his desire was far from being sated, and she leaned up to touch her forehead to his.

"Roro� you� sure you up to this?" he asked. "I can't stop� I just can't�"

"I have waited long for this release, and I am more than ready," she urged him. "If I command the winds, my body is more than up to the challenge of this storm of passion."

Three hundred pounds of adamantium weighed storm down, and she sighed and stretched under him. Logan lay his head on her chest, spent and tired as she stroked her fingers through his hair. The fierce warier seemed so at peace there, curling up with her body twined in his. Sore aches inside were nothing compared to the release and tranquility she felt now.

"Logan," she murmured, kissing him gently. He mumbled and squeezed one breast lightly, turning over in his sleep. Sliding carefully she angled herself to surround that prodding stiffness against her belly. He groaned loudly and thrust up hard, blinking into her eyes with a question.

"Again?" he asked. "Yer sure�"

"Absolutely," she smiled welcoming him, and he groaned with appreciation. It was slow and tender, far more than he'd ever done this time.

Then he lay there, caressing her cheeks with the back of his hand, and choking at a feeling that he never knew he'd felt. It scared him, and his first impulse was to run like a trapped animal. Storm kissed him softly, and he flinched. "How can ya even stand to be with me," he mumbled. "Yer all consecrated to life an' all... what the hell would ya want with a killer like me�"

"All things have their purpose, Logan," she whispered, kissing him tenderly. Hard harshness melted, and he trembled with the fear of what she was expressing.

"Don't deserve this, Ororo," he mumbled in shame.

"Yes you do," she murmured, hugging him tightly. "Don't leave just yet. I know that this may not again transpire, but it was welcome�"

"Dammit, woman, I can't just�" Logan sighed in frustration.

"I understand how it is with you," Storm glanced down. "Things that are unfamiliar. Things you don't wish to face. You shall have the privacy you crave, don�t' fear."

"Then yer not expecting to�"

"No, Wolverine. All that has happened between us shall remain here, and nowhere else, if that is your wish�" said Storm quietly, stroking his wild hair. "That is what I sense that would be best�"

"Wish it could be different, but I ain't ready for something like this� God there's so much I can't say, an'�"

"Then let it be unsaid, Logan. Return to things as they were, and treasure this for what it was. Loneliness satiated and the love made to the Goddess. I shall treasure it for what it is, fondly� if this is the only time�"

"How do ya get it?" he asked. "I didn't expect THIS t' happen�"

"It did, and I am glad, Logan," she said, glancing up at him. "You're a puzzle that you don't wish others to figure out. And I respect your need for privacy, though I don't understand it�"

"Thanks, sweets," he mumbled. "Damn� I ain't the one who should be here�"

"You desire another. That is understandable. But I am far from complaining," Storm sighed. Wolverine groaned and let himself be held. Power and tranquility was driving him nuts, but he let himself lower his guard and be held by this woman who was more than any he had done this with. Part of him felt he had desecrated something holy, but the rest felt as if he had purified himself.

"Darlin' I can't do this again anytime soon. Too much at stake� ya know� the team�"

"Yes the team," she whispered, kissing Logan and making him flood with emotions that he wanted desperately to be buried. "But stay with me, for a while� please� just stay�"

"Can't refuse a beautiful bro� woman anything can I?" Logan joked, weary and sated beyond words. Ororo watched him doze off, and smiled to herself. IN the morning he would be his own gruff unpleasant self, but the silent understanding was that this was an intimate moment that was to be confessed to nobody.

She stirred, and Logan was sitting up in bed, sniffing the air. "Damn� they're huntin' for me� an' you�"

"Go if you wish," Storm said as she leaned over and kissed him. Logan crushed her to him and then released her. Slowly he grabbed his shorts as she sat in the bed, watching him. Awkwardly he turned to see her sitting there with a contented smile, and tugged his shorts up. He grabbed his hat, and mumbled a goodbye. Soon he was gone.

Leaving the Wind Rider with something to puzzle and treasure in the long months ahead. After that, the time they shared was not forgotten, but seldom referred to. Rather a silent understanding that they should keep their relationship professional. There were the moments of weakness, where either party stole a kiss. Few and far between, they were a sweet incentive of surprise for Storm. That she was attractive and desirable to someone else other than a power hungry man trying to take advantage of her.
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