--- Falling Amber [closed]

[Masume]

“You certainly have seen better days Miss Munroe." Ororo frowned staring at her reflection. The body length mirror that stood in her room reflected a pale pink nightgown that ended just aobe her knees. She gently poked the bags underneath her eyes. The girls had been at it again. She was all for them having fun and enjoying one another's company but now they were just inferring with her sleep.

She had spent the better half of her night tossing and turning, tangled in the azure silk sheets of her bed. She did everything she could to sleep away blissfully but every time she dozed off she dreamt of their giggling and mindless chatter. It was achingly annoying and had ruined the goddess sleep. Fed up with the entire thing she gave up and held up a white flag of surrender.

Her room was above the second floor where the student and staff rooms where. She lived in the attic, lovingly named “Ro’ Roast”. She moved there for the open space and privacy. Not to mention her plant collection was far too large for a small room to hold. Even though she used the greenhouse as her haven. Throwing back the covers Ororo stood in the room, slipping her feet into fuzzy slippers Rogue had bought her for her birthday a few months ago.

Music blasted through the walls of the mansion until about 3:30AM. Ororo supposed Scott had finally snapped and ordered them to shut the music off. She would have gladly volunteered to do so herself, however by the time she gained the strength to leave her bed someone already had. Thereafter she finally fell into a semi-deep sleep. Only to awake again from a nightmare about the girls giving Bobby Drake a makeover, opening their mouths and spiders crawled out.

Ororo was officially Anti-Girls night.

Pulling the belt of her robe closed, Ororo pushed open the door to her attic room. And walked down the hallway, fumbling slightly to find the hidden button that operated the secret elevator. She was just not herself this morning. She was tired and an irritating headache tapped at her brain. The doors opened and Ororo stepped inside, leaning against the wall, her hands on her temples. Once she got some good tea in her she would be fine, her morning would be spent in the greenhouse. The cure for a headache was connecting to what mattered to her most. Nature.

The elevator doors pulled open on the first floor. The halls were eerily quite but at this time in the morning, everyone…that was sane anyway was tucked away in their beds fast asleep. Covering her mouth with a delicate hand, she headed toward the kitchen. She paused for a minute when she saw the light was already on. Not completely out f the ordinary, students often forgot to turn off the lights at night all the time. Still…

Oh Goddess.

“Hello Logan…” Her eyes were still adjusting to the light but she was able to make him out. He had a certain presence to him. He had a way of sending of a “I could rip you apart in seconds” type of vibe.

 

[Josheb]

Wolverine

A healing factor was a nice thing to have. It kept your body young, at the physical age of a twenty-five year old. It let you drink as much as you wanted without getting drunk, and smoke like a chimney without getting cancer. Getting through scraps was alot easier, and it saved alot on healthcare. And it also meant you only needed two to three hours of sleep in a day. Gave you more time to play with.

Logan had read a bit, checked out a few maps of the Alkai lake region, and had sharpened his claws a bit. When the music started cranking he left the mansion and took a long walk through the grounds, out to Salem Center and then into the woods of Westchester. While the music wasn't keeping him awake, loud music wasn't the best way to make a mutant with enhanced hearing feel comfortable. So he wandered the countryside, sometimes stopping to watch the dear. There were always dear in New England, big bucks, some of the largest in the country. They were overpopulated, not enough natural predators left, and plenty of food to go around.

The countryside southed him. Being with animals was easy for the Wolverine. He was close to them. His heightened senses gave him far more input then normal humans. He knew things as much by thier sound or thier smell as by thier sight. And when the craziness of covilization became too much to bear he wandered off into the world to find a little piece.

Eventually he wandered back to Xavier's. The music had shut off as he approached and he could hear Scott Summer's voice bellowing across the campus. Apparently it was late enough for him.

Wolverine made his way past the Television where one of the kids, the one who never slept, Logan really had to learn the kid's name at some point, was watching television. They nodded at each other and Logan went into the kitchen to scrounge for beer. Of course there wasn't any. So he contented himsef to a cigar and leaned against the counter, losing himself in the aroma. Nowadays people hated cigar smoke, but Logan remember halcyon days when a fine cigar marked a man as a gentleman, the right tobacco and herbs made a scent that was pleasing, a refreshing break from the stench of manure and machinery oil that seemed to be permenent throught the land. A good cigar always brought him back to those days, though he remembered little else.

He heard the elevator long before it reached the ground floor. In the quiet mansion he had even heard her footsteps four stories up. Logan heard her get out of bed, walk around a bit and stumble her way down the hall to the hdden elevator. If he wasn't smoking his cigar he would have smelled the oil from the machines when the doors opened. But he didn't acknowledge her presence until she called him by name.

"Hello Logan"

Wolverine fixed her with his friendliest glare, which was known to scare small children and large adults, and continued to smoke his cigar. After he exhaled the rich fumes he murmured back to her.

"Roro." If he couldn't be bothered pronouncing her name right he certainly didn't have much else to say. He got along well enough with Storm, as well as he got along with most of the crew here. He didn't skewer them and they didn't skewer him. It worked out rather well and was probably the best relationship he had with a group this large in the last ten or twenty years.

 

[Masume]

Storm

"Roro."

She still wasn’t sure how she felt about the forced nickname either he couldn’t pronounce her name or he wasn’t in the mood to bother trying. She had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t going to change anytime soon. He’d become a lot more at ease and less hostile during the time he spent here. At first he didn’t want anything to do with the X-Men now he was apart of the team and even made a small effort to be a team player. As scary of a thought as that was, he was actually being nice.

The aroma of a cigar floated around her. She wasn’t a fan. Not to mention was smoking and drinking not allowed on school grounds. She had told him this so many times she felt like a broken record. Walking to the fridge, she pulled the rope around her robe tighter.

“You do know what about to say.” He had to; every time she met up with, he seemed to have a cigar between his lips. Soft lips. The random thought made her stand up straight almost knocking herself unconscious on the top of the fridge. Grabbing a bottle of milk, she closed the fridge door with her hip and placed the bottle beside him.

Pulling the cigar from his lips and snapping the cigar into two pieces with her fingers. She was serious. She did not intend to die from second hand smoke. She glanced at his hands, looking for any sign of movement underneath his skin. If he was going to shove a claw through her throat, she wanted to know.

“I did warn you.” She reminded him. She quickly washed her hand off over the skin, keeping a close eye in case taking away his poison made him a beast. Or rather more of a beast. At times she wondered just why Rogue gleamed every time he entered the room the two had some sort of bond. It had been the subject of her thoughts for weeks now.

Filling a glass with fresh milk, she watched him. Her exotic blue eyes washing over him. “Couldn’t sleep?”

 

[Josheb]

Storm walked past him, moving to the fridge. She smelled different. It was an elusive scent he couldn't quite track through the cigar smoke, but it was different. Not a lack of perfume, or sweat, but something, something familar.

He didn't register all that in so many words anymore then you would register when a friend gets a new pair of glasses and something is different but you don't quite know what it is.

Wolverine was too busy lamenting the lack of beer. It was too late to buy any around here. He needed to stock up again. It wasn't like the kids would be dumb enough to try and sneak one of his beers. They wouldn't even be worried about Xavier finding them, they'd be scared shitless that the Wolverine would find them.

“You do know what about to say.”

Damn it, he didn't want to talk. Taking a deep puff on his stogie he turned to Storm and blew it out while he replied, "I'm no psychic."

Satisfied that she'd leave him alone now, Logan turned his head back and continued his meditation. He'd learned to meditate in Japan back in.... When the hell had he been to Japan? It didn't matter. He had been there. He remembered the streets, the houses, the desolation of what were once the world famous gardens of Nagasaki. Not that he could tell you what a Nagasaki was, but he could take you there.

Wolverine heard her get the milk out and put it on the counter. He smelled the slight whiff of fear and anger Storm was giving off when she decided to do something bold. Wolverine knew she was going to attack at him with more then enough time to move out of her way. Or gut her. But even at his wildest he'd never killed something without cause. It was a complement when people called him a beast. Animals only killed in defense or for food. Only people killed for fun. So it was a complement the Wolverine hadn't earned, he'd killed his share of men in cold-blooded vengeance. But never once without cause.

When she grabbed his cgar and snapped it in half Logan laughed. It was Storm's fear that made him laugh. She wasn't in any danger from him, the Wolverine, the deadliest agent Department K ever had. What the hell was department K? As he was pondering that he heard her talk again, moving to the sink to get rid of the broken cigar.

“I did warn you.”

No she didn't. Oh she told him not to smoke but she didn't tell him she'd ruin a perfectly good cuban cigar. The Wolverine's subconscious decided it was time to assert dominance. He started to growl and turned to her. Then his brain finally smelled what was different about Storm. She was in heat.

Arroused, humans got aroused. And she wasn't heavily aroused but just slightly. In fact if she was wearing panties he probably wouldn't have been able to smell it. As he realized that Logan arched an eyebrow, looking Storm over again. SHe had a good body, healthy. And he was pretty healthy too.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

He was always up this time of day. It was she who couldn't sleep. Logan wondered why. S he decided to ask.

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

 

[Masume]

The steady growl he let off was her warning. Taking a few baby steps away from him, she narrowed her eyes at him. He wasn’t going to do anything foolish. Not here, in a mansion full of witness. Perhaps she had allowed Kitty to talk her into one two many episodes of CSI because she was acting pretty damn paranoid. That was the thing about Wolverine. He set off alarm bells in her head. Every time she was around him, she felt clustered. Claustrophobic almost.

She shuddered a deeply troubling reminder of her past flooded her mind. She had come to terms with her claustrophobic a crippling weakness of hers. Turning away, she stuck to the opposite side of the kitchen counter her eyes scanning her surrounding before falling back on him when she heard the growl of his voice.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Rogue decided tonight was the perfect night for her to test how loud her CD player could go. I have to admire her persistent to work that interests her. It kept me tossing and turning most of the night. I believe Scott took care of it. I tried to go back to sleep, obviously that didn’t work out as well as I had hoped.” Ororo spilled, dusting a few crumbs of cigar off the counter to the floor.

At this point, he could have already shredded her to bits. The fact that he hadn’t and that he seemed relatively cal took a load off her shoulder. So she relaxed…somewhat. She still had her trust issues to hurdle over. If she ever would. There was still a matter of rules and regulations he seemed to have a problem with. Scott used to be one of the only ones who dipped into the alcohol around here. He kept them in his freezer in the garage. Logan had somehow found out about and the two were constantly taking on the roles of cops and robbers. They were always fighting. Then there was Jean…was…

Ororo stopped her though, placing her hands to her temples, rubbing them gently. “You never told me why you were down here.” She wasn’t sure if he was going to give her an answer at all. A familiar scene wafted through the air. At least it was a scent that was becoming familiar to her. It smelled like him, like tobacco and something more primal that she couldn’t put her hand on. The outdoors perhaps? Fresh wood. Wood burning? Fresh wood burning? Whatever it was, it was welcomed. Anything to do with the outdoors was. Spicy and smoky. Stop. It. She ordered herself.

“The students will be training in the danger room. Care to join in?”

 

[Josheb]

“Rogue decided tonight was the perfect night for her to test how loud her CD player could go. I have to admire her persistent to work that interests her. It kept me tossing and turning most of the night. I believe Scott took care of it. I tried to go back to sleep, obviously that didn’t work out as well as I had hoped.”

Logan leaned back away from the counter. Now that he identified the smell of Ororo's sex he found the idea of her standing there naked except for a thin sheet nearly unbearable. His basest urges counselled him to grab her, bend her over the counter and mount her there. As appealing as the idea was Logan would never give into it. Not without consent. He wasn't a rapist. He wasn't a murderer. Even if he was a killer. As Storm's comment registered he laughed lightly.

"Sounds like Rogue. Hell she made ot to Alaska on her own. You know, you picked us up."

He sniffed the air. Damn but Ororo had an addictive scent. Mixing her sex scents with her fear was an incredible aphrodesiac to a predator like the Wolverine. He could feel the blood rushing down to his cock, feel each interwoven thread of his pants pressing against his foreskin. Logan needed another cigar and a beer to get that damn smell out of his head. Or maybe he could tell Storm to put on some panties. Yeah, that would go over well.

“You never told me why you were down here.”

"I was scrounging a beer and a smoke. But we're out of beer." Openning his jacket he pulled out another stogie. This one was short, he'd already started smoking it but hadn't finished it. He pulled out his lighter and stopped. The scent had gotten even stronger. Storm must have been entertaining adult thoughts. Logan grinned. The fear was starting to dissipate as well.

“The students will be training in the danger room. Care to join in?”

For the briefest moment Logan debated if he should say it. What the hell, the worst she could do is fry him with a lightning bolt or 60. Logan grinned, facing the reaper always made him laugh alittle.

"Don't you think you should get some panties on first?"

Logan lit his stogie, the die was cast.

 

[Masume]

Ororo choked on the air around her. Had she heard him correctly? Did he really just say that? Their gazed caught and held. Pulling her eyes could give away the fact that she indeed was naked underneath the pale pink nightgown she wore and the robe. She always slept this way it was comfortable to her, but she always dressed up to go downstairs. It just didn’t seem necessary as she was sure she would be alone. She only came to calm herself down with a nice drink and head out to the garden. What set her off even more was the fact that he knew. Just how he knew made it even worse.

“Excuse me?” She hissed. Thunder groaned in the distance. Yes, she was angry. Enraged rather. Coming from him it was hardly surprising but he’d been far more tolerable than he had in the past. The words seemed horribly lame in the situation but everything else she’d thought of only dug herself dipper into a hole.

“That was completely out of line!” Her voice and rose as did her temper. She wanted to run out of the kitchen or burn lighting through his chest but that would only betray her embarrassment and Rogue would never forgive her.

“Forget I qasked.”

 

[Josheb]

"Don't you think you should get some panties on first?"

“Excuse me?” She hissed. Thunder groaned in the distance.

Logan laughed, a simple chuckle. She was pretty normally but somehow sexier when she was angry. Logan was getting more aroused. Inhaling his stogie he let out a puff, enjoying this far too much, bringing the stogie down to his waist.

"You don't have to." Logan held her gaze and blatantly sniffed the air, letting Ororo see him enjoy her scent, making her react, keeping her on the defensive.

“That was completely out of line!”

Logan just grinned and smoked his stogie and relishing the moment. He was normally out of line. And he didn't have to say much to drive his point home.

"Forget I asked."

Logan exhaled from his stogie again, right at her.

"Come come now," Logan had the gall to wink at her, since he'd never say something so formal unless he meant it as a double entrendre, "I think I'd enjoy a good scrap about now." He purposely took a long look up and down Storm's body, her robe must make her feel naked at this point even if she was fairly well hidden by it.

"I'll go, especially if you stay like that." He leered at Ororo. Logan was going into heat himself and it was starting to show.

 

[Masume]

Ororo shivered. Her eyes flickered over him; he was as solid as a chunk of granite. A man….beast of his size and strength could persuade her to do anything he wanted. And for a brief moment she found that feminine helpless feeling intriguing. The sheer size of him unnerved her. He was too tall, too big and he enraged her more than anyone else she’d met. And he had the audacity to continue to puff that poisonous toxin in her face.

"Come come now," Logan had the gall to wink at her, since he'd never say something so formal unless he meant it as a double entrendre, "I think I'd enjoy a good scrap about now." He purposely took a long look up and down Storm's body, her robe must make her feel naked at this point even if she was fairly well hidden by it.

“Scott’s room is upstairs. Perhaps he will put up with your attitude. But I certainly won’t. Thank you Logan. I’m suddenly very tired. So if you’ll excuse me…” Fidgeting with her robe, she pulled it even tighter around her waist. She wore a nightgown but even still, she felt naked. Her sensitive nipples turned rock hard against the silk fabric underneath his gaze. He couldn’t see it due to the woolly robe. But the way he was looking at her made her feel like he could see right through her.

Working with him was going to pure hell. He liked to toy with her. She gathered that. But he was coming onto her. It seemed bizarre to her but only because until now his eyes had been plastered to Jean.

 

[Josheb]

“Scott’s room is upstairs. Perhaps he will put up with your attitude. But I certainly won’t. Thank you Logan. I’m suddenly very tired. So if you’ll excuse me…”

The scent was getting stronger, much stronger. Not nearly strong enough for a normla person to smell it, but Ororo was getting turned on. As uncomfortable as she was acting her scent betrayed her as did her actions. She wasn't leaving. So neither was Logan. He took a long puff from his cigar and let it out slow. He took his time, watching her pull the robe closer, she was actaully giving him a better outline of her hips and the roundness of her breasts, if not the hardness of her nipples. She was turning him on, and there are consequences for getting a beast excited.

Logan chuckled at her comment. Very tired? Not put up with it? She was still in the room. He wasn't stopping her from leaing. He grinned.

"So you're not gonna go commando?" he asked let his words drawl out nice and slow, "Well, I guess I could help you pick out a pair." Logan winked at her as he took another draw from his stogie. Nothing was too audascious for him.

 

[Masume]

"So you're not gonna go commando?" he asked let his words drawl out nice and slow, "Well, I guess I could help you pick out a pair." Logan winked at her as he took another draw from his stogie. Nothing was too audascious for him.

“Goodnight Logan.” She hissed. Turning her back to him, she marched out of the kitchen, feeling the crackle of static between them even as she left. She wanted to hit him hard. Really hard. The action would only bring him primitive satisfaction and she was not about to feed his urges.

He could smell her, smell her reactions and thoughts. Yes, her body had betrayed her and had given in to the intrigue that followed Logan everywhere.

Safely inside of her room, she shut the attic door with a hard click. She flung herself onto her bed, pulling her robe away from her body and letting it drop to the floor. A shiver tore through her body despite her protest she knew sex with Logon would have been an amazing explosion of passion.

 

[Josheb]

Logan grinned as Storm walked away, and couldn't resist firing off one last parting shot.

"So are you teaching your classes commando?" Logan couldn't help himself. classes were starting in less then two hours and he was going to be able to have another shot at getting inside her, this time with her too tired to adequately respond.

Grinning Logan made his way down to the garage and took Cyke's bike. Since he wasn't a teacher he was going to go have a big breakfast at Harry's Diner and then hit the packy and resupply the beer.

 

[Masume]

A fresh board, all remainder of chalk rubbed free. That’s how she liked it. She hated it when leftover chalk and dust covered her board, the desk or any other inch of her classroom. Not only did it cause the students to cough and sneeze up a storm – no pun intended- but also the horrible state it left her hands was most unpleasant. On a recent outing, she was able to get some more modern equipment. A chalkboard and brush had lost some appeal over the years. The rest of the mansion had stepped into the millennium so why should the classroom be any different. Now she chose to use a projector and wipe board. Much easier when it came to the clean up. Her chalkboard would just have to lie around and collect dust.

Strolling to her desk that sat directly next to the wall of windows off to the right. The sun had long ago made it’s grand entrance and she had made a trip out to the gardens to watch it rise. Since thanks to Logan sleep just wasn't an option. She watched the sun rise more often nowadays. It was just such an amazing shot. Taking a voyage into one of Rogue’s new hobbies, she began taking photographs of it and the sunset. Perhaps she would show them to her sometime.

Dropping a folder stuffed with unit review papers, three for each student the ivory haired goddess cringed at the cloud of dust that flew off her desk. Dessert your cleaning duties for a night and you pay the price in the morning. Wrinkling her nose, she crossed the room in quick steps to her closet and grabbed a bottle of Windex and a few paper towels.

“Take that dust bunnies!"She said aloud, wiping away the filth. While she was at it, she figured she could give each desk a quick rub down. A few of the students…John and Bobby quickly came to mind had a habit of doodling words, drawings and things she dare not say or think on their desks. Did they think she would not notice?

After a few short moments each desk looked brand new, pleased with her work she took a step back and admired the view. Tossing the used paper towel into her waste bin, she glanced up at the clock. Everyone should have been arriving now; she could hear her students chatting just outside her door. Until the bell rang, her room was usually empty. The mansion had it’s distracts. For the boys the distractions just so happened to be the female population and for the girls it was usually…everything else.

Storm leaned against her desk, within a few weeks, summer break would arrive and that would mean no more work. It meant just as much to her as it did the students. Taking one last look in the reflection of one window smoothing out the wrinkles of her floral-print strapless sundress. This was the time where she would mentally go over her summary for the day. She’d pass out today’s work while she explained what they would be doing in class. Remind them of their final exams. There was a huge difference between public school and the School for the Gifted. The academic statistics were defiantly something to brag about. With the exception of a few students who needed a little nudge in the right direction the grade averages were high.

RIIIIIING

“Ah, there we go.”

----

"Okay for the rest of the period. I will be handing you all back the results of last weeks test. I was pleased with the results and I am sure most of you will share this feeling. Not one single person failed. Congratulations." Scooping up a folder with "Results" in red bold letters into her arms, she began circling each desk handing out papers. Her morning had gone on event free and she prayed things would stay like that. If she had mentally, scheduled everything right she would not have to worry about running into him at all today.

 

[Josheb]

His foray into town had been very successful. He'd restocked his brew supply and had a huge Breakfast at a silver spoon called "Butch's Cafe." Nothing like steak and eggs with a side of sausage to get your morning started right.

When he got back The Professor and Jean were leaving for a genetics conference of some sort. Scott was off on a recruiting mission and they asked Logan to let Ororo know she was in charge for the remainder of the day.

That was why he was leaning against the wall outside the door to her classroom. He was smoking the stogie and working on a six pack because those were two of his favorite things to do. That they both seemed to piss Storm off were an added bonus. She was very sexy when she was angry this morning, and had driven him a little too crazy. He could still smell her, traces of what she had felt this morning lingered. Maybe he could spark that fire again.

Grinning at the thought Logan removed his stogie with one hand and took another swig of beer. Oh yes, she would be pissed.

 

[Masume]

She could see him through the reflection of the window, dark eyes prowling over her. Gulping, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, ignored the smirks, and confused looks on her student’s faces. Just because he was there watching her, didn’t mean she would be so mentally blocked she couldn’t do her job. Okay…he was making her nervous and her fingers worked endlessly, trying to flip through two pieces of paper that refused to pull apart.

“Sorry Rogue…” She muttered as the papers finally caved in. Her eyes caught Rogue fiddling with the dog tags, Logan had left her when he had left them, promising to return…to her.

“Miss Munroe...?” Rogue’s accented voice broke her away from her thoughts. Was she jealous? No of course not. Though she could admit the thought of Logan, ravishing her had crossed her minds. One time too many.

“Yes?”

“Are, you ah’lright?” She asked, her slim eyebrows rising in concern. Ororo smiled own at her.

“Of course.” She lied. “Okay gang, class dismissed.” She called out as her classroom emptied. It was amazing the rate in which they piled out, almost stepping on one another as they raced to the door. She liked to think she was an entertaining teacher. They told her so many times. No one ever slept on her watch. Yet they way they rushed out that door…made her wonder. Chuckling to herself she dropped the leftovers onto her desk and sat in her chair.

“Whatever you want. Take it and leave.” She said her tone as cold as ice.

 

[Josheb]

Far too short, but funny

Rogue wanted to say hi, but Logan sent her off to her next class, letting the kids walk past.

Logan stepped into the room and sniffed the air. The scent was there, but very faint. considering that she must be wearing panties now and how aroused Ororo had to be to smell even faintly of desire.

“Whatever you want. Take it and leave.”

"If you insist 'Roro"

Logan grinned. He drained his beer and crushed the can, tossing it into the trash bin. Putting the other 5 beers on a kids desk Logan stalked forward, crossing the distance between them in an instant, his arm wrapping around Storm's waist and easily lifitng her up and over a shoulder, never dropping his stogie, and picking up the other beers on the way to the door.

 

[Masume]

Quality over Quantity Hun

"If you insist 'Roro"

Still, she kept her head lowered; she was not reading her papers. She was waiting for him to leave. When she played, the aloof Ororo people took the hint and left her alone. Not6 Logan, she could hear the sound of his boots against the floor and crushing sound of a can of beer. Grinning her teeth, she bared the annoying sound and finally raised her head. Sapphire eyes burned a hole through him as he walked over to her. Leaving and possibly staining her important papers with the cans.

She was nowhere near prepared for his next set of movements. He grabbed her, lifted her with way to much ease over his shoulder, caveman style and dragged her kicking and screaming. The whole scene felt juvenile yet still she wanted to laugh.

“PUT ME DOWN!”

 

[Masume]

OOC: Interested in continuing?