[ 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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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. ]