[ She has not felt the passage of time like he has, but it is disturbing in its own right to know that she has lost a chunk of time with no explanation. It is a relief to feel his touch draw her back into the life she has built here.
The kiss takes her by surprise, but it only takes a split second for her to lean into him, arms wrapping around his waist while she kisses him back. ]
That was stupid.
[ But if he wants to have his very own Hollywood cliche moment, who is she to crush his dreams?
[ It's so cliche, so unwise if she has been under quarantine. Logan has had to be wise these past few weeks, he's had to swallow down the knee-jerk desire to go racing for the hills as fast as he fucking can. Love keeps him tethered to Laura, to Charles, to the kids he tore through a planetary outpost to save, but love can't keep the mounting stress in check, or relieve him of that feeling of slow suffocation under a heavy weight.
He has no smartass quip for Storm in reply, just the slide of his hands into her hair, and a deeply fervent kiss. ]
[ It's not their first kiss, but it feels like it. There is a surrender of sorts in this moment that wasn't quite there when they were on his farm. Whatever he was holding back then he seems to be letting go now, but Logan being Logan there is no telling how long that will last.
The intensity of his kiss kicks up a response of equal ardor in her, echoed in the gust of wind that suddenly swirls around them, making passing strangers stumble in surprise. ]
[ The wind catches in his coat, carding cool fingers through his hair. There's no hesitancy in his affection, it's all heat and desire that pours out of him now, focused on the taste of her mouth, the scent of her skin.
Logan lets go a slow, shuddering breath against her lips. ]
Come home.
[ Home, not "the farm" and assuredly not "the mansion". ]
[ Leaving presents a problem in its own right, as now they'll have to unwind from each other. All he wants to do is pull 'Ro to him, to share his warmth and mouth himself a path down her slender throat...
Logan's hands find hers, lifting them to his lips. There's a wolffish glint to his dark eyes, hunger slanting alongside need. ]
[ Ororo has a lot of questions at the moment. She doesn't know what happened to her, she doesn't know what's been going on while she was gone, she doesn't know what this reunion will mean for her and Logan once the heat of the moment dies down a little.
What she does know is that she likes the way he is looking at her right now. She likes it a whole lot. ]
[ That question leads them to a hotel that must be geared toward visitors coming in from the Ingress, sleekly modern by Earth standards, a hive of activity even at that late hour. Under the blue lights in the lift, Storm's hair glows like a pale lightning burst, and her mouth is a siren call he can't resist.
They spill with that blue into a neatly-appointed hallway, where Logan's thumb slips over the keypad, too caught up in the way his teeth skim along her clavicle, and the sharp tug she gives his shirt. With a locked door between them and the world, Ororo's heartbeat in his ears, her hip canted into his, he has to pause, overwhelmed. ]
I love you.
[ There it is, a breathless confession in the dark. ]
[ She feels in that moment as if several worlds collide at once, crushing her between them. She stills, unable to even do so much as draw breath for a moment as her mind races to catch up.
The man she remembers, the man he was, didn't love her, but there had been something there. An unrealised potential, a "what if" locked behind the gate of his devotion to Jean. She never did try to get too good a look at what might lie beyond that gate, since the knowledge could only serve to break her heart.
The woman he remembers is someone she has yet to become. Someone who has touched his life in ways she may never know.
And here they are, meeting in the middle. Strangers, in a way, but finding in each other something too precious to live without.
Does he love her, or his own memories? Is he trying to reclaim something that he lost, perhaps before he could make the most of it? She wants to believe that he wouldn't do that to her.
He's got a head start on her, under all circumstances.
Well, she thinks, I guess I have some catching up to do. ]
[ The quick stab of fear that fills him in her silence is absolute as it is dreadful. Logan finds he has no regrets though, and nothing in the world would ever compel him to take it back. She might reject it, but at least this time he's said it, and she knows, and he isn't left watching a shovelful of dirt hit a coffin lid while he wishes he had been less of a coward.
Storm's reply makes him breathe once more, overtaken by relief and surprise.
When he kisses her again, it's with a slow, tender certainty. This time he does pull her in, his warm hands sliding beneath her shirt. ]
[ It's been quite a while since she had hands on her like this, and she soaks up the touch like a cat basks in a warm spot of sunlight. She takes in every nuance of the moment, the contrast between his soft lips and the coarse beard around them, the tingling sensation spreading over her skin in the wake of the slide of his hands, the way her pulse has started to pick up some speed. ]
Say it again?
[ A request rather than a demand, while her fingers get busy unbuttoning his shirt. ]
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The kiss takes her by surprise, but it only takes a split second for her to lean into him, arms wrapping around his waist while she kisses him back. ]
That was stupid.
[ But if he wants to have his very own Hollywood cliche moment, who is she to crush his dreams?
So she kisses him again. ]
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He has no smartass quip for Storm in reply, just the slide of his hands into her hair, and a deeply fervent kiss. ]
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The intensity of his kiss kicks up a response of equal ardor in her, echoed in the gust of wind that suddenly swirls around them, making passing strangers stumble in surprise. ]
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Logan lets go a slow, shuddering breath against her lips. ]
Come home.
[ Home, not "the farm" and assuredly not "the mansion". ]
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[ Her lips are still brushing against his while she speaks, as if she can't stand to be further apart from him than what is absolutely necessary. ]
Make sure everything is okay before I go anywhere.
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[ The fan of his fingers glide slow and soft along the nape of her neck, tracing his thumbs down the shell of her ears. ]
You think they'd have just let you walk out under a quarantine?
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[ Though it's in the air whether she's referring to his actual words or just the way his hands are turning her mind very much away from her worries. ]
Alright. Let's go home.
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Logan's hands find hers, lifting them to his lips. There's a wolffish glint to his dark eyes, hunger slanting alongside need. ]
We should detour first.
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What she does know is that she likes the way he is looking at her right now. She likes it a whole lot. ]
Where to?
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They spill with that blue into a neatly-appointed hallway, where Logan's thumb slips over the keypad, too caught up in the way his teeth skim along her clavicle, and the sharp tug she gives his shirt. With a locked door between them and the world, Ororo's heartbeat in his ears, her hip canted into his, he has to pause, overwhelmed. ]
I love you.
[ There it is, a breathless confession in the dark. ]
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The man she remembers, the man he was, didn't love her, but there had been something there. An unrealised potential, a "what if" locked behind the gate of his devotion to Jean. She never did try to get too good a look at what might lie beyond that gate, since the knowledge could only serve to break her heart.
The woman he remembers is someone she has yet to become. Someone who has touched his life in ways she may never know.
And here they are, meeting in the middle. Strangers, in a way, but finding in each other something too precious to live without.
Does he love her, or his own memories? Is he trying to reclaim something that he lost, perhaps before he could make the most of it? She wants to believe that he wouldn't do that to her.
He's got a head start on her, under all circumstances.
Well, she thinks, I guess I have some catching up to do. ]
I love you too.
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Storm's reply makes him breathe once more, overtaken by relief and surprise.
When he kisses her again, it's with a slow, tender certainty. This time he does pull her in, his warm hands sliding beneath her shirt. ]
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Say it again?
[ A request rather than a demand, while her fingers get busy unbuttoning his shirt. ]