This is my first Wolverine fic, so I hope you guys like it. I didn't receive any feedback of my last fic, and it's got me a bit blocked. So if you like it please tell me! Oh also it starts out a bit smutty, but I promise there is a story.

No one really understood Wolverine, he was wild, an animal some said. Then he met Ororo Monroe, to the whole world she was in complete control, but he saw her, the same way she saw him. She was primal, and just as wild as him. They became friends quickly, best friends even, but everything changed when Jean and Scott got married.

Storm was in the garden drinking copious amounts of Wolverine's best whisky. She didn't regret not telling Scott how she felt, but that didn't make watching him married Jean any better. Wolverine was looking for her. She was the only one who wouldn't berate him for feeling like shit on Jean's big day. He knew she'd be in the garden, but he never expected her to be drunk.

"Didn't know ya had a thing for Jean too." He teased, he had suspected her feelings for Scott, but he'd never say anything to her. He respected the strength it took to keep that locked inside for even a moment.

"Logan... Why are you here?" She shook her head a small smile finding her lips, he was good at that, making something awful seem not so bad. He tossed his jacket aside.

"There's free hooch in there, and ya still took my best whiskey." He answered taking the bottle and slugging back a good portion.

"How do you do it?" She asked as he sat beside her, he cocked his brow at her, holding out the whiskey.

"Do what?" He asked, she took a swig and handed it back to him letting her head fall onto his shoulder.

"Watch the person you love marry someone else?" She mumbled against his arm, he had never seen her drunk before, much less out of self pity.

"Good whiskey, and good friends." He answered looking down at her, she shifted, looking up at him.

"I don't want to be alone anymore." She whispered, he leaned closer looking at her lips briefly.

"Me neither darlin." He whispered back, as if anything more would break the spell that held them. She licked her lips, leaning towards him, and Wolverine, being a bold man by nature, took that final leap, pressing his lips to hers.

She was so soft, she tasted like the sun, and a summer rain, and he couldn't get enough. He shifted pulling her into his lap, his rough stubble tickled her chin, while his hot velvet tongue tangled with hers. He he tasted, hot and primal, like nature it's self, and nothing had ever felt so right.

"Logan! We... We shouldn't." She managed when the fire of his lips moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at her tender flesh.

"Why not?" He asked, his rough hands finding the lace on her awful bridesmaid's dress.

"We both love someone else." She managed, her voice weak, and her hands slipping under his rumpled white button up shirt.

"So?" He asked, letting go of her just long enough to tear his shirt over his head.

"We're outside." She tried, not sure she wanted to stop him, while her hands trailed over the hard plains of his back. He was a smaller man, but he was nothing but raw power, and steel hard muscles.

"So?" He asked, tearing her dress open, she gasped, capturing his lips again. He forced himself to just feet, taking her with him. She dropped to her feet briefly, shearing her dress, and revealing only a lacey white thong and no bra beneath it.

He growled dipping his head to capture her rosey nipple in his mouth, walking her backwards. He grabbed her ass roughly picking her off the ground with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder to keep from crying out his name.

"Logan!" She gasped as her back thudded against the rough bark of a tree.

"You like that darlin?" He growled, grinding the sizable buldge in his dress pants against her core.

"Please Logan!" She begged, he had never heard her sweet voice beg for anything, and it had him losing his damn mind.

"Tell me what you need darlin." He pushed, flicking his hot tongue over each of her perky little nipples.

"Logan, yes! I need you! I need you inside me!" She pleaded, her soft hand trailing down his front to cup his dick through his pants before unzipping them, he groaned, his knees nearly giving out as her sweet, soft hand wrapped around his cock.

"Hell ya darlin." He ground out pulling that scrap of lace aside while she put his cock exactly where she wanted it. She gasped as he drove into her, filling her so completely. His head fell back, and he let out a primal sound as she wrapped so tight around him. She was so wet for him, never in his considerably long life had he felt anything so good.

"Storm!" He groaned, moving back to taste her sweet lips, she wriggled against him, desperate for more friction. Hearing her name on his lips made her hungry for more. He took his cue thrusting into her hard, assuring himself that she was in the perfect position for him to hit her g-spot, and her clot with every thrust.

"Ah! Yes Logan right there!" She cried out, perhaps a bit louder then intended, but they were drown out by the sound of the festivities.

"That's it darlin, come for me!" The deep rumble of his voice sent a quiver of pleasure through her as he picked up the pace. The rough bark bit into her soft mocha skin, while he lavished every inch of her he could reach, thrust hard and fast.

"L-Logan!" She mewled as he worked her up towards the edge, it had been so long since she had let go with anyone. He marked her as his, claiming her sweet skin while she rode him into oblivion.

"Logan!" Her orgasmic scream was drown out by the clap of thunder rolling over them. The way her hot, wet pussy quivered around him in extacy pushed him over the edge.

"Ororo!" He name was more a growl falling from his lips as he came deep inside her. His legs gave out, and they tumbled into the soft grass. He was sure to land first with a soft thud, leaving her straddling him, cling to his chest.

He held tight to her, riding out the last desperate waves of pleasure that rolled through him like the sound of her thunder. She pulled her legs free before they could go numb, and he groaned, shifting to allow her to get up. He stood unsteadily, looking around for his shirt. Storm's sweet laughter trickled down like the first drops of rain that had appeared.

"What?" He asked, his voice rough, and satified looking over his shoulder at her, tucking himself back into his pants.

"I may have been a bit rough with you Logan." She told him trailing her fingers down the small trail of blood which now covered only soft pink scars.

"Trust me darlin, I like it rough." He told her wrapping his arm around her bare waist, pulling her to him for a rough, passionate kiss.

"Yes, what will I ware now that you've ruined my dress?" She asked leaning over to pick up the item in question. He leered, and her lace clad ass, wet from both their pleasure. He couldn't help it,he gently slapped her ass. She gasped, a devious smile playing across her features.

"Here." He said as she pulled on the now backless dress, he snagged his coat slipping it over her shoulders.

"Such a gentleman." She teased finding his sort for him, he took it shaking it clean before putting it back on.

"Logan, that..." She started, but before she could finish the thought Jean came rushing around the corner.

"Storm, thank God! It's starting to rain!" Jean exclaimed, Storm looked up feeling the light sprinkle of cool rain on her flushed skin, while Logan just glared in irritation. He could no more ask Storm what she had been about to say then she could tell him, hadn't Jean done enough to them tonight?

"So it is, I'll take care of it." She assured Jean, her eyes turning white, and the clouds parting. Wolverine was startled by his thoughts, a few hours ago Jean could do no wrong, but one taste of his sweet weather goddess and he was cured.

"Thank you, what would we do without you. Come on, I'm about to cut the cake." Jean insisted, they both went with her, not seeing any other option. Suddenly the party didn't seem so bad anyhow, but Storm blushed.

"Alright, but I really would like to change after. No offencet to you, but this dress is a bit... Constricting." Storm told her, Logan snorted, unable to stop himself.

"Don't laugh, you should try squeezing into one of those. They're even harder to get out of." Jean sighed, Logan smirked cocking his brow suggestively at Storm.

"I wouldn't say that, but it would be nice to change." She blushed furiously, suddenly very glad she had darker skin. She made her escape the second she had a chance, changing out of her ruined dress.

Neither of them knew what they had, all Logan knew was that he had been so blinded by Jean that he hadn't realised how beautiful Storm was. She was his other half, he was animal, and she was a force of nature.

The next day she woke up to a soft knock on her door, she knew it wasn't Logan, he wouldn't have knocked, so she pulled on her robe.

"Good morning you two." She said, her smile a bit less fake then it had ever been when she saw Jean and Scott. She was pleased to realise that for the first time she didn't ache when she saw Scott, Logan had saved her from that pain without even knowing.

"We were just about to head out, but we wanted to say goodbye to you before we left. You're... Storm is... Is that a hickey?" Jean asked looking at the trail of marks up her collar bone to the hollow of her neck that Wolverine had left.

"What?!" She gasped looking over at the mirror, and cursing inwardly.

"Oh my God it is! Good for you, who was it!?" Jean asked excitedly, Storm groaned, she didn't want to have this conversation yet, she wanted to know what she had before she told the world, because telling Jean meant telling the whole school.

"No one Jean, honestly, go on your honeymoon, have fun." Storm deflected, Jean crossed her arms trying to probe her mind. Storm's eyes turned white.

"Jean! You know how I feel about that!" She nearly growled, Scott took her hand.

"She's right Jean, let her have her fun, we'll be late if we don't leave soon." Scott tried to lead her away, the tension was only amplified by the charge in the air.

"Fine, but I never kept secrets from you Storm." Jean punctuated her statement by walking out. Scott sighed giving her a smile.

"I'm glad you're happy, try not to be too mad at Jean. We'll see you when we get back." Scott told her before chasing after Jean, Storm bit her lip, she needed to talk to Logan.

She got dressed, putting on only a skin tight white tank top, and a thin yellow wrap as a skirt, with absolutely nothing else. Which was in no way because she was going to see Logan. She went downstairs finding Logan in the kitchen. She was surprised when he held a mug out to her, inhaling the sent of her black tea with just a touch of honey.

"Mornin." He greeted like it was nothing knew for him to make her tea. She smiled sipping at her favourite drink while his eyes raked down her curves with a leer, his sharp senses not missing her repeated lack of a bra.

"Good morning Logan." She greeted just as Kitty and half a dozen other students came filing in.

"May I speak with you Logan?" She asked, he nodded slugging down the rest of his coffee.

"Sure darlin." He said setting his cup in the sink. She took them to a class room that would be empty until after lunch. She locked the door and closed the blinds on the small window.

"I..." She started as she turned around, but as soon as she was facing him he stopped her words, and any coherent thought with his lips mixing the taste of tea and strong rich coffee on their tongues.

She tangled her fingers in his hair pulling him closer, hungry for his touch. His hands on the door pinned her in place as he leaedinto her grinding the buldge in his jeans against her core. She whimpered doing a little hop to wrap her legs around his waist. His hands went to her ass holding her to him.

"Couldn't stop thinkin about ya last night Ro." He whispered against the hollow of her neck. She mewled at his words raking her nails down his back. He stumbled away from the wall walking her over to the desk, and swiping whatever was on the top onto the floor so he could set her on top of it.

"Logan, I need you!" She moaned, as his once again free hands roamed over her body. He slid his hand up her shift only to find her sweet wet pussy bare before his hand.

"Damn To, you're so damn hot!" He growled dropping to his knees, she gave him a look of confusion until he spread her legs and ducked his head below her wrap. She gasped leaning back as his hot tongue found her clit, and he dipped two fingers into her wet heat.

"Oh goddess Logan!" She whimpered, her climax building fast, he grinned dipping his tongue inside her to lap up her sweet pleasure as she came undone, using his fingers to keep her at that peak while tasted her.

"Logan! I need you inside me!" She ordered pulling him back by the hair. He grinned getting to his feet, he freed his cock driving into her without warning.

"Ororo!" He groaned as he stilled, adjusting to the blissful feeling of her around him.

"I love the way you say my name Logan." She purred, squeezing his cock, and bucking her hips to punctuate her words.

"Say my name." She pushed working her hips against his, he growled thrusting into her had.

"Ororo!" His voice rumbled through her as he worked inside her hard, and fast, his hands everywhere at once while he rubbed up against her clit with every thrust. She came hard, biting him harder to keep quiet.

"Ororo!" He roared spilling into her, she could taste the metallic tang of his blood on her lips. With anyone else she would have felt bad, but as she watched it began to heal.

"Fuck darlin! Yer so damn hot, love when ya talk like that." He said rolling his shoulder, she smiled wiping the bit of blood from her lip.

"That... Was for giving me a hickey, really Logan, are you twelve?" She asked, he chuckled leaning his head against her neck for a moment as if resting, but then he nipped her neck.

"Logan!" She squeaked slapping his shoulder, and he broke out in an all out laugh.

"I can't help that ya taste so damn good." He teased her, she rolled her eyes adjusting her wrap.

"Do try to control yourself Logan, at least when it comes to my neck." She scolded, he grinned watching her hands as she smoothed out the thin fabric.

"Ya don't make it easy, not wearin a stitch under that, gonna drive me crazy all damn day." He told her, she smiled a sweet, coy little smile.

"Then perhaps we can revisit this talk tonight." She purred, running her hand down his chest.

"Wolverine, are you in there, you're late for class?" Bobby called through the door, Logan groaned, pulling her in for one last kiss before going towards the door.

"I'll leave the door unlocked." She whispered, she could wait until tonight to talk to him about this.

"Blame her, I swear I can't go two damn days without ya dragin me off for an ear full." Logan excused their presence in the room with the door locked.

"Perhaps if you didn't feel the need to bring this upon yourself, I could leave you be." She played along, Logan grinned walking past Bobby.

"I ain't ever been much for followin the rules darlin." It felt like their words ment so much more now. They went there separate ways. They didn't even get to talk the rest of the day, but she would catch him looking at her, and when they met each other's gaze he would shoot her a wink that made he wet all over again just thinking about getting him alone.

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