Storm Brewing (X-Men; RoLo; #127: Pressure; R/M)
Title: Storm Brewing
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: #127: Pressure, 1-Million-Words: Jumping, and 12_Stories: Thunder
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 353
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Sorry this is a little bit late! Just finished a 10 workday stretch and am just not having a lot of luck with getting my Muses flowing the last few days. :P
Winds rip at him as he charges down the highway, gunning his Harley as fast and loud as he can go. Thunder clouds roll and roar ominously over his grey head. He takes turns on one wheel, his tires screeching and muffler complaining all the way home. He stops his bike just short of the steps and jumps through the door as one of their many telepaths is opening it.
He catches sight of flame red hair and a whiff of a familiar perfume, but he doesn't slow. Not even Jean Grey could turn his head now. Nothing can slow him as he charges through the school, his pounding heart as eager as the rest of his body to reach his destination.
When he slings open the door to the attic, she's waiting for him as bare as the day she was born. She is a true beauty; all other women pale in comparison to her. Her soft, supple skin is the color of cocoa, and her flowing, silken hair is the purest white he's ever seen, purer even than the first snowfall in Canada. Her hair reminds of the stories of old about another woman with skin as white as snow, but no fairy tale Princess could compare to his woman.
Lightning streaks outside as he takes a moment to just gaze upon her beauty. She is beauty incarnate. She is a Queen among men, a Goddess among mortals. She is all his, and as he charges onward and yanks her to him, her winds pull him even closer.
The storm rages outside, hurricanes brewing, hail and lightning striking, but inside, his mouth is crashing down upon hers. Her long body wraps around his, completing the perfection they are when united together. The world spins in a crazed inferno, but inside him, his beast is calm. He takes her hard and swift, and although his mouth silences her moans and cries of love, the storm speaks for them both as he holds the Earth in his arms again. At last, the storm settles, pressure gone, Mother Nature calm and sated once again.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: RoLo (Ororo/Logan)
Rating: R/M
Challenge/Prompt: #127: Pressure, 1-Million-Words: Jumping, and 12_Stories: Thunder
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 353
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Author's Note: Sorry this is a little bit late! Just finished a 10 workday stretch and am just not having a lot of luck with getting my Muses flowing the last few days. :P
Winds rip at him as he charges down the highway, gunning his Harley as fast and loud as he can go. Thunder clouds roll and roar ominously over his grey head. He takes turns on one wheel, his tires screeching and muffler complaining all the way home. He stops his bike just short of the steps and jumps through the door as one of their many telepaths is opening it.
He catches sight of flame red hair and a whiff of a familiar perfume, but he doesn't slow. Not even Jean Grey could turn his head now. Nothing can slow him as he charges through the school, his pounding heart as eager as the rest of his body to reach his destination.
When he slings open the door to the attic, she's waiting for him as bare as the day she was born. She is a true beauty; all other women pale in comparison to her. Her soft, supple skin is the color of cocoa, and her flowing, silken hair is the purest white he's ever seen, purer even than the first snowfall in Canada. Her hair reminds of the stories of old about another woman with skin as white as snow, but no fairy tale Princess could compare to his woman.
Lightning streaks outside as he takes a moment to just gaze upon her beauty. She is beauty incarnate. She is a Queen among men, a Goddess among mortals. She is all his, and as he charges onward and yanks her to him, her winds pull him even closer.
The storm rages outside, hurricanes brewing, hail and lightning striking, but inside, his mouth is crashing down upon hers. Her long body wraps around his, completing the perfection they are when united together. The world spins in a crazed inferno, but inside him, his beast is calm. He takes her hard and swift, and although his mouth silences her moans and cries of love, the storm speaks for them both as he holds the Earth in his arms again. At last, the storm settles, pressure gone, Mother Nature calm and sated once again.
The End