Title: Feral Attractions Part 7
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters presented in this work of fanfiction with the exception of Heather and Todd, the bartender. I make no money from this simple story and only slightly more from my day job.
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Feral Attractions
Part 7: Underhanded Tactics
Ororo woodenly chewed her dinner, routinely pausing to take a much needed sip of water. As if on cue, as she lowered the glass her eyes wound up flickering to where the big round schoolhouse clock ticked away above the dining hall entrance. 7:22.
If anyone had been paying close attention they would have noticed that following her subtle glimpse at the clock, her gaze would inadvertently land across the room towards where a certain Southern teenage girl and her surly Canadian buddy sat conversing.
If her dinner companions had been paying really close attention, they'd have seen the growing tension in her posture each time she completed her unusual ritual. However, tonight their attentions were thankfully drawn elsewhere having been diverted by and riveted on the young lady who'd unexpectedly arrived outside the gates earlier that morning.
Scott briefly introduced her as Heather Davis shortly after her arrival, before she was due to begin her next class. By what Ororo could grasp from overheard snippets of the conversation Jean and their guest was so heavily involved in the woman was a mild telepath of some sort. It was quite obvious she was intrigued by Jean's gift in particular, which was most understandable. It was a given that most people tended to gravitate towards those most like them.
It would remain to be seen if the young lady would be getting the job she so desperately sought, but Ororo like the others felt the ultimate decision would be in the Professor's hands. Heather Davis appeared to be harmless enough, with her petite frame and pixie-ish features. Hopefully she was a nice as she seemed considering both Scott and Jean appeared to like her.
Ororo was all for having someone available to work in the kitchen full time, considering she'd wound up with dinner detail on the worst possible night. It still amazed her that she'd managed not to burn dinner as she'd pretty much stumbled through the cooking process on autopilot. So if Heather could come in and take over that particular task, it would certainly not be unwelcome. Provided that her background check turned up reasonably clean and Charles approved. She'd always felt it would be prudent to have someone on staff to assist Charles in case the team had to be away from the school on an extended mission. The older students had proven time and time again how well they worked together in a pinch, but having another adult around would be invaluable.
But still, Ororo felt the need to reserve her final opinion for a time when her brain wasn't so scattered. At the moment she could barely manage to sit still, let alone focus enough to develop a concrete opinion on a virtual stranger. For all she knew her teammate was plotting to expose her betrayal to the team and her thoughts on Heather Davis would not matter much once they showed her the door.
"So, Logan didn't go into detail that night but would I be right in assuming everyone here has powers?"
Ororo glanced up from her plate in surprise at the unexpected mention of Logan's name. Given the fact that the man had yet to break away from whatever he and Marie were so engrossed in discussing, she had no idea that the two knew each other.
"Uhh, your name is...Ororo, right?"
Nodding, Ro acknowledged the question Heather suddenly directed at her and lowered her fork.
It was the first time all evening anyone at the table had acknowledged her presence other than a few mumbled compliments regarding the vegetarian dishes she'd prepared.
" I was just wondering what kind of powers you had?" Heather asked. "That is if you don't mind my asking." she added, as an afterthought.
Ororo smiled and lowered her fork to her plate. "Well, I.." she began, her voice failing as she noticed Logan suddenly stand up after whispering something to Marie and then direct his inherently confident stride towards her table. Straightening in her seat she unconsciously stiffened her spine in preparation for whatever he had up his sleeve and cautioned a look at the clock. 7:34. Goddess, she did not have much time, she realized as her gaze flickered to his. His hazel gaze was unreadable as usual, and she wondered for a split second if the note had been a hoax.
"Uh, Storm?" Scott's voice prompted at her side, causing her to jump ever so slightly.
"Oh, Heather....I am so sorry. I ...Of course, I do not mind." Ororo stammered, avoiding Scott's sharp look. Even through the ever present ruby-quartz his concern was evident. Ignoring both men she gave the petite blonde a quick apologetic smile as she spoke. "I have varying degrees of control over limited weather patterns such as temperature, rains, winds and the like." She paused just as Logan neared the table and released a grateful inward sigh when he appeared to be inclined to linger near where Jean and Heather sat.
"Well,"Scott interrupted smoothly, noticing his friend didn't care to elaborate. "Storm's being modest but I would not be exaggerating if I said she was also one of the most powerful mutant forces on the planet."
Ororo colored slightly, partly in response to how much she detested the way Scott always tried to paint her as some mystical mistress of the elements but mainly due to Logan's wry smirk. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she offered what she hoped was not a forced laugh. "I would not go quite as far as Scott, but it is true that my powers are quite extensive. However, just like anything else they have limits and must be used cautiously."
"Wow. They sound really impressive. It must be an absolute hoot to be able to make it rain on your every whim."
"I suppose." she said, thoughtfully trying not focus on one particularly heated gaze as she spoke. "It can be quite thrilling. But as with most things just because something is enjoyable, that does not make it practical."
"Well, I'd love to hear more about what you can do." Heather said as she looked up and noticed Logan's presence.
"That would be lovely." Ro replied, offering the most sincere smile she could muster before acquiring a renewed interest in her cold food.
"Hey, Heather. I thought I'd come over and say hi before I headed out. I'm sorry I can't stick around but I have someplace I need to get to tonight." Logan was saying.
She missed whatever he said to Jean, because Scott leaned over from his seat next to hers. "Ororo, I'd like to speak with you after dinner." he announced, raising a stilling hand as she opened her mouth to speak. "You've been avoiding telling me what's going on with you all week As both your teammate and friend I have found your distance disturbing to say the least.
"I am not being distant, Scott." Ororo cut in with a calm sounding whisper. "I have been having a few minor difficulties but I assure you, I am fine.
Scott shook his head. "It's not gonna wash this time, Ro. I will be waiting to see you in the library after dinner."
"Then I apologize, Scott, but I cannot be there. I have other plans." she declared, quietly.
"What other plans?" he questioned, disbelief evident in his hushed tone. "C'mon, Ro, this is getting ridiculous. Have I done something to upset you? Is it one of the students?"
"No, Scott. No one has upset me. I said I am fine." Ororo said, growing frustrated. She realized she's spoken a bit louder than she'd intended when the other three adults turned to stare at her, their conversation halted. A hint of surprise registered in both pairs of green and brown eyes. Amusement danced in the hazel set. Ororo sighed.
"Jeannie, I'll talk to ya later. You to Heather." Logan said as if on cue. Per status quo, he didn't acknowledge Scott's presence, instead choosing to shoot a pointed look towards the clock as both ladies bid him goodnight. Before he left, he couldn't resist making brief eye contact with Ororo. "Night, Storm." he tossed with a barely perceptible nod. Ororo looked away.
Burying her irritation, Ororo turned her focus back to Scott, not bothering to watch Logan exit the room. Her small ray of hope that the note had been a hoax had been extinguished, but she hid it behind her apologetic smile to the man next to her. "I am sorry for that, Scott. I really do have something I must take care of this evening, but I assure you that the first free moment I have tomorrow, we will speak.
Satisfied, Scott relented but across the table his fiancee lifted her finely arched auburn brow at the brief exchange she'd witnessed between her best friend and the elusive man known as Wolverine. She wondered if some of the rumors she'd heard the students giggling about were true. And if so, why did the thought of it bother her so much?
Not wishing to touch on that particular question, she resumed her conversation with the young woman seated next to her. Nodding and explaining several of the students gifts to Heather, she pushed her curiosity about Logan's plans for the evening to the back of her mind. It was none of her business, she reminded herself. She was even proud of the smile she managed when Ororo excused herself from the table for the second time that week. That too, she decided would be none of business. For the moment.
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Replacing the small but intricately detailed bottle back in the spot he'd found it, Logan smiled. At least the contents of the little bottle gave him a partial clue as to where at least some of her distinctive and alluring scent came from. The sandalwood. The rest was still somewhat of a mystery, he mused glancing around the huge room he was in yet again.
So this is how the other half lives.' he thought, looking around Ororo's living space. 'No wonder she decided to live up here', he concluded. Judging by the sheer size of the attic, which was at least three times as big as his own room, Ororo had hit the jackpot. Then again maybe that was just one of the benefits of being a Goddess. Big room. Beautiful antique and most likely hand carved furniture. A skylight.
Her scent was everywhere, imbedded in the walls most likely as he wandered around the room, his feet soundless as usual on the polished hardwood floor. He briefly wondered if the floor was cold early in the morning, despite the thick white rug underneath her bed.
The bed was the only thing not made of rich looking cherry wood. It was cast iron. Ornately carved and obviously antique as well. Fluffy, looking white bedding and a mountain of pillows surrounding it like something out of a fairy tale. Plants took up nearly every bit of unused space on the opposite side of the room. A bathroom, much bigger than his, equipped with one of those old claw footed tubs you rarely saw anymore in addition to a separate, more modern shower.
These things did not surprise him. They befitted a Goddess, he reasoned. It was everything else in the room that caught his attention. The little statuettes were scattered throughout, carved from what he figured was genuine ebony wood. The brightly colored cloth hangings depicting a variety of nature inspired subjects. They all appeared to be handmade. He'd been stunned by the amazingly beautiful and realistic nude portrait of her, that he'd found tucked near her closet facing the wall. He looked at it a longer than most things in the room, amazed by the obvious love poured into each stroke and not to mention his own male fascination. Damn. If she really looked like that, this guy Pietro, who'd had the pleasure of painting her was one lucky man. He couldn't help but wonder what this artist, Rasputin or something was to her. Probably a old boyfriend, judging by the exquisite detail he'd put onto the canvas.
Several photographs were scattered amongst the night stand and every other available table, of almost everyone in the mansion including the Professor. Somehow she even had a photo of Marie, but of course none of him. He didn't take pictures and she'd have no reason to want one anyway.
He peered at the small glass clock near her bed. She had five minutes in which to make an appearance. He had five minutes to decide if he really wanted to do this. He still hadn't quite made up his mind how far he wanted to take things. And he didn't like his doubts one bit.
Sighing, he made his way to her oversized bed and sat down near the pristine white pillows. Inhaling her unique scent as he sank into the softness, he made up his mind. After all, how often did a guy like him get presented with the chance to make a Goddess squirm. Settling in fully across her bed, boots and all, he tucked his arms behind his head against the huge pile of pillows and smiled at the faint sound of footsteps on the landing. Yes, tonight he would test the waters. See how far she would go to keep her teammates in the dark, he reminded himself hearing her light tread slow just outside the door. Already he could hear smell her fear, her nervousness. His nostrils twitched in anticipation and he worked hard to maintain his relaxed posture as he watched the doorknob slowly twist.
"Logan?" she called softly, tucking her head into the door cautiously as if expecting him to pounce at her.
He watched her silently, grateful that he'd left the overhead lights out, as she took a hesitant step into her own room.
"Logan?" she repeated again, only slightly louder this time still lingering near the door. He could almost hear the hopeful note in her tone, fully aware that she was hoping he'd changed his mind. He smiled as she picked up his form on her bed, noting the sudden hitch in her breath.
"Evenin' Ororo" he said, keeping his voice quiet and his gaze trained on her. Her moonlit features registered both shock and outrage, mingled only momentarily with fear.
"What are you doing in my bed?" she hissed, still gripping the door. Her anger was palpable despite her hushed tone.
"Waiting for you."he replied, not missing a beat. "Close the door."
"No." she whispered fiercely, her carriage stiffening in open defiance.
"Fine."he sneered."I'll just go back downstairs and let everyone ya care about know just how low their beloved Goddess sank to get a man between her legs." Logan warned quietly and waited patiently.
A strangled gasp filled the room and he resisted the urge to smile as he heard the door click shut. In the subtle light her gaze took on an indigo hue, but her indignant outrage burned true.
"What the hell are you trying to prove, Logan ?" she asked with a surprisingly steady voice, even as she leaned against the door for support. He could hear her heart racing a mile a minute despite the bravado behind which she hid.
This time he allowed a smile. A small chilling one. "I have nothin' to prove, Goddess. You do."
He watched her push off the door, her long strides making a short path towards him. She halted at the foot of her bed, her hands going to her hips in that self-righteous pose that only a woman could pull off.
"I do not have to prove anything to you, Logan. Now get out of my bed." she commanded, her eyes raking over his prone form in dismissal.
Logan let his eyes drift down her form with leisurely care taking in her angry posture with smug satisfaction. From his vantage he got a glimpse of exactly why men would want to worship at her feet. From her hips encased in supple brown suede to her perfectly shaped breast hugged by the lightweight cream colored sweater, she looked every inch the type of woman a man would willingly pledge servitude to. Her pale hair curtained her neck, drawing his eye to notice the erratic pulse at the base of her throat. Licking his lips, he reached behind him with a casual ease that he did not feel and fluffed the mountain of pillows behind him. "Nah, Darlin'. I kinda like it here." he announced, smoothly.
The wind whipped a high standing tree branch against the side of the house in warning.
"Hmmm, that sounded like you were wonderin' what I'd look like deep fried, Ro." he murmured, snuggling into the softness with a sigh.
Her reply was a humorless snicker. "Maybe you really are not as dumb as you look, Logan."
"Yeah, yer right. I'm not." he told, his face shifting from amusement to soberness instantly. "So keep your fun little weather tricks to yerself. If I feel even the slightest shock, you'd better believe everyone in this house will be in for an even bigger shock the second I open my eyes."
He grinned to himself watching her fume. Sometimes that healing factor was a handy thing to have around.
After a moment, she gave a tired sounding sigh and folded her arms across her chest. "What do you want, Logan? Money?"
"Nope." he said, crossing his booted feet.
A frown marred her smooth forehead as she glared at the action. His black motorcycle boots were reasonably clean she noticed but that still did nothing to keep the arrogance of the move from grating her nerves.
"Your little note said your plans had changed, Logan. I am not going to play childish guessing games with you. Tell me what you want." Ororo demanded, clenching her teeth.
The old bed gave a protest at the sudden shift of its load as he shot to his feet bringing himself toe to toe with her. She took a cautious step back but was halted by the iron strength of his arms around her waist.
Gasping, from the unexpected impact of his impossible weight she stumbled into the forced turn and found herself flat on her back. "Get off of me." she cried, gasping under the unexpected crushing pressure. 'Goddess, she had no idea he was this heavy' she thought wildly, struggling to draw breath with what felt like three hundred pounds of steel and masculine heat pressing her into the mattress.
It seemed like an eternity before he moved, but in actuality it was just a second or two that he remained in that position reeling from the shock of having her fully stretched beneath him. Her impossibly soft curves writhing in his grasp making it difficult to remember to be careful of his artificially heavy bone mass. He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt that particular pleasure, a soft pliant woman completely underneath him, every errogenous zone meeting simultaneously. It had always been simpler to let them take the top, but he supposed that animal instinct inside still wanted to experience this simple joy once in a while. "I'm sorry." he grunted, the moment he realized he was crushing her and eased off her torso.
"Get off me, then." she grunted back, pushing futilely at his arms.
He shook his head, refusing to move as his hips stayed where they were. Straddling hers as he'd originally intended. 'Down boy.' He commanded a certain member of his anatomy, in vain. His hand squeezed her suede covered hip as he spoke. "Are you okay?"
"I am fine. I will be even better when you get off me."
"Nope." he said, trying not to be blown away her beautifully agitated face.
"What are you doing, Logan?" she asked him, in breathless alarm trying to strain away from his touch. The action only succeded in sending her sinking further into her downy soft bed and her pelvis squirming against his.
"Showing you what I want." he rasped when she brushed against himagain.
"Wha...."she attempted, the word broken as his dark head bent to the low scoop neckline where her cleavage met and she felt the hot wet stroke of his tongue slide between the juncture.
"Goddess." she hissed, her back arching up instinctively at the shock of heat sizzling through her entire body. She tried to focus on the skylight above her...anything but the feel of his hands kneading at her thighs and hips in counterbalance to his slowly stroking tongue on her scorching flesh.
'Goddess, this is not happening.' her mind clamored. He was not supposed to do this. She was not supposed to want him to keep doing it. 'Goddess, why? Why is he doing this?'
"Logan, stop it. "she demanded, wincing as her words came out like a moan.
She heard him growl low in his throat as he stilled and slowly lift his head. She tried her best to be entirely furious when he smacked his lips together and grinned up at her. But at least her mortification was genuine. 'I can't believe I did not try to stop him...He must think I am a complete slut.'
"Don't try and act like ya didn't like it, Ro." he dared, feeling her stiffen awkwardly. "I know better."
She felt her color rise and pushed against his heaviness with renewed vigor. "Get off of me, Logan. I mean it."
"Why should I?" one dark brow raised, the hazel eyes beneath appreciating her pretty flush. Maybe she had no idea how brilliantly her eyes sparkled when she was turned on.
"Wh..why are you doing this?" Ororo stammered, trying to ignore his hand as he resumed his caress on her hip. She told herself the hot little tremor was just a reflex.
"Well," he smirked . "I thought I was makin' it pretty obvious, Darlin'."
This time her gasp was a result of sheer stunned disbelief.
"Y..you..expect me to sleep with you?"
He shrugged. "Maybe. If you work hard enough ta earn it."
Ororo froze, her eyes widening. "What did you say?"
"You heard me."
"No...I am certain I misunderstood that."
"No. You didn't."
"Get the fuck off of me you...animal."
"NO."
"Logan, I swear if you don't get up right now, I'll..."
"I dare ya."
"This is not funny, Logan. Now get off."
"Nope. Not until you tell me what I wanna hear."
"I do not give a damn what you...?"
"Ororo. If you want my silence...yer gonna pay for it."
"Oh, my God...You have lost your mind."
" Maybe I'm just a man smart enough to capitalize on a good opportunity."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, it's real damn easy. You want me to lie for you day in, day out, then I don't plan on walkin' away empty handed." Logan said with a quick squeeze of her hip.
"What? There is no way I am going to do this. No damn way."
"I'm sorry to tell ya, sweetheart, but ya got no choice. You either do what I say or I blow everything you hold dear sky high."
"You cannot force me to have sex with you, Logan."
"I won't have to, Darlin'. You already wanna do that. I have a lot more excitin' things in mind for you, Goddess."
"I hate you."
"I know. I don't like you much either."
"Get off me, you..."
"Say please."
"Fuck you."
"Maybe one day."
"Arrggghhhhh....".'Goddess, do not make me kill this man.' "Logan, get off of me right now or I will bite you."
"S'okay. I can take it. Can you?"
"Damn it." Gasp. "Wha...What are you doing?"
"All ya gotta do is say yes."
"LOGAN, GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY PANTS !!"
"Say yes. Say you agree to my terms."
"Logan, Oh....Goddess. Stop."
"Say yes, Ororo."
"Logan.....please, you have to stop that."
"Say it."
"Oh.....oh...shit."
"Nope. That ain't the word I was lookin' for."
" Stop...I cannot take it...."
"Try again."
"Oh....Logan...God.....Yeeessssss."
"Yeah. That's all I wanted ta hear."
"Wha...."
"Goodnight."
"Wha..where are you going?"
"Don't worry I'll see you tommorrow?"
"You're leaving...NOW?"
"I'll see ya tommorrow."
"COME BACK HERE.. YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS."
"Watch me."
Ororo lay there gasping for breath, stunned beyond belief as he walked out of her door, shutting it with a final, annoyingly frustrating wave.
"Bastard."
Please R & R. ~Trilogy