His Claws and Her Lightning (X-Men; RoLo; #124: Lava Lamp; PG-13/T)
Title: His Claws and Her Lightning
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: #124: Lava Lamp
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 489
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Blue eyes open to darkness. The night is still, and all is quiet save the bubbling of the lava lamp. She turns toward the thing left over from another decade. She doesn't really mind it. It can be fun to watch at times, but it also amuses her that Logan insisted first in buying it and then it keeping it by his bedside.
Although everything seems calm and normal, no threat appears present, Ororo can sense that Logan is already awake and has been for some time. Usually either her own presence or that of the lava lamp helps to calm his nerves and ease him into slumber, but tonight, something is keeping him awake. She knows it could be any number of things, but she worries that it's something neither she or the lamp can cure.
The corners of her lips suddenly turn up into a mischievous smile. It is nothing either of them alone can ease from his worried mind, but perhaps together they can. She nestles closer into his back, spooning her body along his and making soft noises as though she still sleeps. Then her blue eyes focus on the lava lamp.
A small lightning bolt streaks through the lamp followed by another and then another. She senses Logan tense even more as he watches the strange, miniature storm. She sends small bolts, careful not to break his prized lamp first up through the lamp, then down, and finally zigzagging through its mass. Logan is tensing, ready for action, expecting trouble, when she leans closer to him still and whispers right into his ear, "Watching something, sweetheart?"
Logan springs, claws unsheathing. As fast as her own lightning, Ororo finds herself thrown onto her back, her lover's claws embedded into the pillow beside her head. Her head cocks, angling a little closer toward those deadly claws, and she smiles, eyes twinkling, even as he remarks in a harsh growl, "Sly, little Witch."
She laughs. "I'll show you what I do to sly, little Witches who disturb my sleep."
She doesn't call him on the fact she knows he wasn't sleeping. She only increases her smile and teases lightly, "Promises, prom-- "
His lips are on hers in an instant, devouring her mouth and tongue, as his hands, claws now once more sheathed protectively, bury in her long, ivory hair. Ororo smiles against Logan's onslaught of passion and returns the same to him and more. Breezes caress his body everywhere her long, slender fingers can not reach as she kisses him back in full.
Lightning traces no longer in the confines of the lava lamp but in the night sky beyond their bedroom. Her plan worked better than she could have hoped. Not only is he no longer worrying, but this is far better than sleeping. His claws and her lightning are always a perfect match to which the lava lamp bears witness tonight and many more nights.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: #124: Lava Lamp
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 489
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Blue eyes open to darkness. The night is still, and all is quiet save the bubbling of the lava lamp. She turns toward the thing left over from another decade. She doesn't really mind it. It can be fun to watch at times, but it also amuses her that Logan insisted first in buying it and then it keeping it by his bedside.
Although everything seems calm and normal, no threat appears present, Ororo can sense that Logan is already awake and has been for some time. Usually either her own presence or that of the lava lamp helps to calm his nerves and ease him into slumber, but tonight, something is keeping him awake. She knows it could be any number of things, but she worries that it's something neither she or the lamp can cure.
The corners of her lips suddenly turn up into a mischievous smile. It is nothing either of them alone can ease from his worried mind, but perhaps together they can. She nestles closer into his back, spooning her body along his and making soft noises as though she still sleeps. Then her blue eyes focus on the lava lamp.
A small lightning bolt streaks through the lamp followed by another and then another. She senses Logan tense even more as he watches the strange, miniature storm. She sends small bolts, careful not to break his prized lamp first up through the lamp, then down, and finally zigzagging through its mass. Logan is tensing, ready for action, expecting trouble, when she leans closer to him still and whispers right into his ear, "Watching something, sweetheart?"
Logan springs, claws unsheathing. As fast as her own lightning, Ororo finds herself thrown onto her back, her lover's claws embedded into the pillow beside her head. Her head cocks, angling a little closer toward those deadly claws, and she smiles, eyes twinkling, even as he remarks in a harsh growl, "Sly, little Witch."
She laughs. "I'll show you what I do to sly, little Witches who disturb my sleep."
She doesn't call him on the fact she knows he wasn't sleeping. She only increases her smile and teases lightly, "Promises, prom-- "
His lips are on hers in an instant, devouring her mouth and tongue, as his hands, claws now once more sheathed protectively, bury in her long, ivory hair. Ororo smiles against Logan's onslaught of passion and returns the same to him and more. Breezes caress his body everywhere her long, slender fingers can not reach as she kisses him back in full.
Lightning traces no longer in the confines of the lava lamp but in the night sky beyond their bedroom. Her plan worked better than she could have hoped. Not only is he no longer worrying, but this is far better than sleeping. His claws and her lightning are always a perfect match to which the lava lamp bears witness tonight and many more nights.
The End