Title: Feral Attractions Part 9

Rating: NC-17....or it will be soon

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

Dedicated to: Stormfreak, thank you for the beta. I really appreciate it

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Feral Attractions

Chapter Nine: By The Balls

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Ororo slid her sweat-dampened hand across her exposed thigh. With her back flat pressed against the wall, she offered a silent but violent curse against the flannel wearing, mutton-chop sporting Easy Rider reject who was responsible for the near panic attack she was currently experiencing. By the Goddess, that man had a *very* special high voltage lightening bolt reserved for his adamantium-plated ass.

She could hear Jean's tinkering laughter drifting from inside the game room. A wince flashed across her face and for a brief moment she considering sneaking back upstairs. Somehow, in the midst of her anxiety over her secret and Logan's threats, she'd completely forgotten about Scott and Logan's insane bet. Obviously, the conniving bastard was lower than she thought. Not only was he going to humiliate her tonight. He was planning to do it in front of an audience.

She supposed she should be grateful that he'd chosen to do this on a Saturday night. The older children usually went out and the few younger students were in bed at this hour. But that did incredibly little to increase her opinion of him at this point. One day, I am going to make him suffer..... slowly and painfully. With vengeance on her mind she straightened her spine and prepared to make her entrance.

If Ororo hadn't felt slightly sick to her stomach, she would have cracked a smile at Scott's priceless reaction. He'd been the one facing the door when she came in, standing in the center of the room drinking what appeared to be a beer. Or that's what he must have planned on doing. Instead his aim with the bottle missed his mouth by a mile.

"Goddamnit....Storm!? What the hell...What the fuck are you wearing?" he stammered.

Hearing Scott use more swear words in one minute than he used all of last year, Jean nearly dropped the CD she'd spent fifteen minutes looking for. Amazed, she turned around to see what his problem was. Jean barely even noticed him dabbing furiously at his shirt as her eyes widened even more than her fiancé's had.

After she finally snapped her mouth shut, Jean gave her friend an appreciative whistle. "Whoa... Ro, you look hot!"

Ororo could only stand there, feeling her face redden as she realized just how low down Logan really was. That sneaky little asshole wasn't even in the room. Oh, goddess. He'd set her up. Fuck his stupid game. She was going to find him and throw a few thousand of those lightening bolts up his ass right now.

She spun around quickly, nearly tripping over her own feet in the impossibly narrow heeled shoes she was wearing, and bumped right into him. Logan's hand shot out to catch her before she could stumble, landing precariously low on the small of her back. Ororo forced herself to ignore the hot shiver that shot straight through the thin silk she wore in reaction to his touch. His eyes glittered dangerously as he met her angry gaze, and she knew immediately that he wasn't going to let her get by.

And he didn't. Before she had a chance to respond, Logan dipped his head and brushed his lips against hers so lightly and quickly she almost thought she'd imagined it.

"Hey, babe...I'm glad you decided to come down here and cheer for me." he said, loud enough for the other pair in the room to here. Her eyes widened slightly as he tightened his grip, pulling her more firmly against his solid frame, until she could feel the cold hard metal of his belt buckle digging into her hip. "Don't even think about running out of here early, Darlin." He was so close to her, she could feel the warm heat of his breath tickle her earlobe. "In fact, I want you right next to me so I can keep a close eye on you all night."

Fighting the urge to wipe off the strange tingle and the faint taste of cigar smoke off her lips, Ororo straightened her spine and forced on a smile as he guided her over to the pool table with a not so gentle nudge at the small of her back. Across from them at the other end of the pool table, Scott tossed his bride-to-be a questioning look. Jean could do no more than shrug, before turning around and returning to the CD player.

Logan was grateful for the heavy guitar chords filling the room as he drew Ororo against the wall and gazed down at her. He'd stood just inside the darkened kitchen watching for to her come downstairs, just to make sure she didn't turn tail and run. Ororo's steps down the staircase were so quiet he'd barely heard her until she came into view, holding her shoes in her hands to muffle the sound. He knew she'd once been a thief, but he'd assumed it was just pick pocketing and petty stuff that required no true stealth. Obviously, he'd been wrong. If it weren't for Logan's ultra-sensitive hearing he wouldn't have known she was there at all. Regardless, he sucked in a breath as she came into view.

Facing him, she bent to replace her shoes, the ridiculously high heels he requested, far too tall to be comfortable or even sensible. But just as Logan hoped they made her already long legs look amazing in the super short leather skirt she wore. But he was much more interested in the view up top, at the perfectly rounded tops of her breasts displayed like jewels among her silk top. He wondered how a simple dress shirt could look so damn sexy. With tousled hair, tight leather, and slinky silk, she was even more stunning than he ever imagined. Watching her straighten and tiptoe unknowingly in his direction, Logan pulled back further into the shadows and frowned at the nearly overwhelming urge he had to drag Ororo into the kitchen with him and forget his plans completely.

Now, she was standing right in front of him and it was impossible for him not to look down the midnight blue shirt. It was unbuttoned just enough to offer a peek at the black lace bra beneath that so perfectly displayed her cleavage. Of their own voilition, his hands reached out to finger the cool silk covering her shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?"

His lips tilted up in reply, as his fingertips began a slow glide across her shoulders, down her back to just above the hem of her skirt. The silk of her shirt was so thin, that the warmth of her skin could be felt as though there was nothing at all. Immediately her body tensed as, with a smirk on his face, his fingers travelled further. To make a sweep over the curve of her ass. He was certain the supple black leather was not nearly as soft as the flesh it covered. His eyes met hers, daring her. Teasing....before he cupped her in his large grip and squeezed. Her own hands clutched his forearms where she dug her nails into his flesh. Her eyes were icy cold with warning. "Stop manhandling me, Logan." she hissed through clenched teeth. "I am not going anywhere."


Logan didn't even flinch. "I'm just checkin' to see if you can follow all the rules, Darlin'." he murmured quietly, his hands continued their journey across the swell of her buttocks. She was so close to him, he felt the tremor pass through her body when his fingers grazed her bare thighs. The catch in her breath matched his own when his fingers moved under her skirt.

Stunned speechless, Ororo peered past his shoulder to see if they were being watched. Her eyes briefly met Jean's own wide eyed statement before involuntarily snapping shut as Logan's fingertips suddenly brushed across her sensitive naked flesh. Feeling the instinctive tightening of her muscles, Logan gave her another quick squeeze that made her gasp even as her nails dug even deeper into his own muscles. Grinning with satisfaction he released her warm flesh and calmly tugged the hem of her skirt back in place. Immediately, she looked away from what she saw smoldering in his dark gray gaze, unable to control the hot flush of her skin.

Logan resisted the urge to grab her chin and force her to look at him. It was almost overwhelming, the need he had to double-check what he thought he saw in Ororo's eyes underneath the chilling anger. Lust. The scent of it was very faint, as though she was trying to suppress it. But nonetheless it was there. She was both extremely pissed off and really turned on. She liked the game. Or she just plain wanted him. He hoped it was combination of both. It could make things really interesting in the long run.

"Did you come down here to play pool or with Ororo, Logan?" Scott's irritated voice interrupted his thoughts.

In more ways than one, Scooter, Logan thought, dragging his gaze away from Ororo's darkly flushed face to sneer at the other man. "If I'd known you were so anxious to loose your bike, Summers, I would have suggested this game a long time ago."

"Whatever, Logan. Let's just get this over with."

Edging as close to the door as she dared, Ororo sat gingerly atop a stool, taking painstaking care not to allow her skirt to ride up any higher up her legs. Hopefully, Logan would be too distracted with taunting Scott to care what she did, but true to form, when she looked at him he was still watching her. However, the sharp look he threw at her before he resumed racking up the pool table shot her hopes down instantly. He wasn't done with her yet. Swearing softly under her breath, she noticed Jean heading towards her. Ororo forced what she hoped passed for a neutral expression on her face and braced herself for the questions she could already see forming on Jean's lips.

"My goodness, girl, what's gotten into you? What's with the outfit, and the hair...and Logan? I mean, you look incredible, but this is a little out of left field. Since when are you and Wolverine all over each other like this?" Jean whispered, as she slid onto the stool closest to her.

Ororo opened her mouth, searching for a reasonable reply. She didn't get a chance because Jean was on a roll.

"I mean, I'm a telepath, Ororo. I didn't even know you two liked each other. And now you're involved with the guy. I should have figured it out...all those weekends you guys both would go missing..the way he's always watchin' you.... For heaven's sake, even the kids knew before me. I cannot believe you'd keep a secret like this from me - after all, I'm supposed to be your best friend."

"I...it was not like that. You do not under..." Ororo broke in.

Jean waved a silencing hand. "S'okay, Ro. I understand why you've been hiding it for so long. I know, everyone thinks I have this huge crush or something on the guy, but I don't. I mean, I admit for a while there, I was confused but I'm waaaay over hi....um, it. I really am. In fact, I'm really happy for you. Don't get me wrong, Logan has his issues, he's way too intense, but he's a good man. I just never noticed how perfect he is for you."
Listening to her dizzying tirade, Ororo was amazed she'd been able to follow. It was like a conversation with Jubilation Lee. Ororo slid her friend a careful glance, nodding at the nearly empty green bottle the other woman held loosely between two fingers. "How many of those have you had?"

The sound Jean made was halfway between a giggle and a snort. "Just about two or three. Don't worry I'm not drunk...at least, not enough to let you change the subject on me."

Ororo groaned as Jean's weight suddenly pressed against her shoulder nearly knocking them both to the floor. Jean had a grin on her face the size of Texas when she finally straightened up. "So you gotta tell me..." she whispered a little too loudly, "What's the Wolverine like in bed?

*

Ro figured she owed Scott dish duty for a month when he suddenly interrupted them.

"Ladies, I've decided to be gracious and give Logan a little shot at winning tonight. Why don't one of you come over here and break for us."

Logan slid a careful look at the two women in consideration, a tiny smile flickering across his face at the goofy grin on Jean's face. "Sounds like a plan, Scott. I wanna make sure you have no reason to gripe when I wipe the floor with ya, tonight." Logan agreed, easily. "In fact, let's make it even all around and play elimination."

"Whoa, wait...this is supposed to be between me and you, and my bike." Scott balked.

Logan shrugged, leaning casually against the pool table. "Hey kid, I'm tryin' to be a descent guy and give you a chance to save face. I've seen you play pool, Scooter. You don't have a chance."

"Yeah, whatever you say, Logan....whatever you say."

"Okay, fine. But it will make things a lot more interesting if we played my way. Me and Ro against you and Jeannie. Winner takes all. You ladies don't mind evening up the odds for Scotty boy, do ya?"

"Not at all, Logan." Jean chirped, already sauntering across to where Scott stood, who was looking more annoyed by the second. "I've never played before but it could be fun, right honey?"

Scott groaned, muttering something even Logan didn't quite pick up under his breath.

"You wanna join us, Ro?" Logan asked in a tone that would have been polite, if it weren't for the challenge in his eyes.

It was tempting to tell him to go screw himself, but Ororo already knew better. Afterall, if she refused he would only use it as furthur ammunition to humilate her. Instead she shrugged and gave up her post near the door. At least if she played, she'd have something to keep her mind occupied other than Logan and the other plans she knew he had in store for her later that night. "Of course." she smiled, weakly. "I have not played in ages."

*

The four of them divided the balls up evenly, Logan getting the three remaining simply because he insisted he'd been playing pool before any of them were a twitch in their Daddy's drawers. No one argued. It was decided that Scott would break first, and if he or Jean won, they'd keep the bike and vice versa. Ororo could care less about the terms as she selected a cue, reacquainting herself with the cumbersome weight. She hadn't lied about it being a while since she'd played but she was certain she hadn't forgotten. Somehow she managed to appear genuinely interested as Scott attempted to explain the rules to Jean for the second time.

***

"What the fuck?" Logan growled only an hour later, his stick clamoring to the floor as he stared at the pool table and the woman across from him in disbelief. A few minutes ago, he'd been gloating over how easily he'd sunk her nine ball and here she was taking the motorcycle keys from a very shaken looking Scott.

Absently, he leaned against the wall behind him and cursed his own stupidity. It was the goddamned skirt and her fucking legs. That's what had fucked up his game. She'd been sauntering around all night, purposely nudging him out the way with her hips, giving him those sneaky little grins. Hustling his ass all night.

Then there was that little thing she did, just before she'd completely wiped Scott off the table. Leaning over the table the way she did. He couldn't believe how gullible he'd been. She'd been setting them both up, as she came around to where he stood under the pretense of lining up her next shot. He'd been too busy glaring at Scott, whose gaze was nowhere near where it should have been, too notice. Right there under the very tipsy nose of his fiancé, Scott Summers was openly staring in the direction of Ororo's ass. Logan was seriously considering knocking the man into the next county, as moved around the perimeter of the table and caught a glimspe of exactly what had made the other's man jaw slack so goofily. He perfectly mimicked the strangled sound he'd heard coming from Summers' throat, as Ororo bent low across the table, her skirt rising right along with her movement. And for one brief moment in time, both men where in total agreement. The weather Goddess had an ass that would make an onion cry.

Scott barely even registered that Ororo had sunk his ball, his face as red as his glasses. Taking one look at Logan, Scott backed away from the table wordlessly, with a blank face and what appeared to be a blank mind. He bumped directly into the foosball table on his way to where Jean sat, with a sympathetic pout on her lips. Scott took the beer she held out for him with a small sigh.

Logan's game had shot straight downhill from that point on. He managed to scratch every time he touched his cue, unable to focus on the little while ball, due to the picture of her perfectly shaped ass in a tiny black G-string that kept popping up in his hand. Damn.

Ororo waited patiently as Scott reluctantly dug the keys to his beloved bike out his pocket and slowly dropped them into her hand. "Thank you." she smiled at him, mildly concerned that his color still hadn't completely returned to normal.

"I cannot believe you're gonna take my bike, Storm. I suppose it's better than Logan getting it but, do me a favor."

"What kind of favor?" she asked, still giddy with the excitement of one-upping the Wolverine.

"If anyone asks...make sure the kids think it was a gift."

Ororo couldn't help it, she laughed. "All right, Scott. No one will know you got beaten by a girl as long as you and everyone else here remember that I won it fair and square."

Scott agreed miserably, but Ororo knew better than to feel sorry for him. She'd heard him talking on the phone two days ago with the Professor about the brand new bike he was having delivered Monday morning. Nope, she felt no guilt whatsoever.

Across from them, Logan called her name. She turned to him, her grin fading. "What is it, Logan?"

His eyebrow quirked at her tone, but he smiled anyway. "I was just wonderin' if you wanted me to take you for a ride on our new bike."

He frowned as her grin returned. "I think you mean my bike, Logan."

"Ororo," he warned, "you seem to be forgettin' about our little arrangement, Darlin."

Her smile tightened as she tossed her hair with an ease she didn't feel. And even though she knew she'd have hell to pay when she got back, the rebellious streak she was riding was all the bravery she needed.

"I have not forgotten anything, Darling," she drawled sweetly. Jiggling the keys around her index finger, she grinned at both him and Scott. "But like I told Scott, I won it fair and square, winner take all. And I am going to take my winnings for a nice long ride." Dismissing Logan's jaw twitching stare and Scott's open amusement, she moved over to where a happily buzzed Jean leaned against the table, giggling at all of them. "C'mon, Jean. Let's go feel the wind in our hair."

"Don't say a goddamn word, Summers." Logan had warned, the minute the women were out of sight. Fortunately, Scott learned long ago when to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help sipping on his Heineken and observing the green bottle as though it was the most amusing thing in the world. In the deathly quiet gameroom, Scott watched Logan bend down and pick up his cue stick several minutes after two laughing women strolled out of the room Still, even he managed a shiver at dark determination he saw cross Logan's face while the other man methodically disassembled his pool stick. He was certain there was something a little off about this sudden "relationship" between Wolverine and Ro. Scott couldn't put a finger on it, but he would most definitely be sure to find out.

"Good night, Logan." he said, cautiously moving past the other man. Pausing on his out the door, Cyclops grinned. "Cheer up, Logan. Ro will take pity and get a side car for you, sport."

"Go to hell, Cyke."

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