Sun and Wind
by
Paxnirvana
Author's Note: Rating for sex, a few bad words and a lot of laughing. Movieverse. [Because Hugh and Halle are just so pretty.] I figured I'd tortured these two enough for a while.
Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. But if they ever go up on eBay, I'll be bidding on them!
He was starting to get worried. Where was she? Logan sat on a flat granite outcropping at the top of a fire-scarred ridge deep in the Canadian Rockies, squinting into the bright summer sky. She'd left him over an hour ago, leaping off the edge into the teeth of a wind she'd summoned up from the valley below. There wasn't a cloud in sight and a fitful breeze only rarely stirred his dark hair as he waited. Then a distant flash of something white high in the air finally caught his attention. He lifted a hand to shade his eyes, standing for a better look.
The white flash was growing steadily larger, a stiff breeze picking up around him. He blinked glare out of his eyes and suddenly she was upon him, brown limbs flashing in the sunlight, white hair blowing like a banner behind her. Ororo was laughing joyously, her arms spread wide to the sun as she twisted in the air high above him.
"Logan! It is so beautiful here!" she called, her dark eyes filled with wonder.
"Thought you'd like it, darlin'," he said, watching her with his quirked smile. "Are ya ever gonna come down?"
She threw back her head and laughed. Then she put her hands to the buttons of her blouse and started undoing them. He gaped at her in shock.
"No, dearest, I don't think I will. Will you come up?" The shirt fell open and she shrugged it off, letting the bright yellow cloth flutter down to the ground near him. She wasn't wearing anything under it. He swallowed hard, staring at the smooth arc of her back, the tender line of her breasts gleaming in the sun.
"If I could fly, darlin', I'd be up there with ya in a flash," he growled. She smiled down at him as she slithered out of her loose cargo shorts. She'd left her boots on the ground beside him before she went up. Christ, he thought wildly as the tan material dropped beside him, didn't she ever wear underwear?
Naked as the day she was born, Ororo hovered in the sun high over the ridge. She closed her eyes, letting it beat on her for a timeless instant. Thank you, Bright Lady, she thought in silent prayer. Thank you for the gift of this time and this place and this man. The wind caressed her body gently bringing the heady scent of sun-dried grass and wildflowers like an answer.
"Then I will have to come down to you," she replied, looking down at him as she slowly returned to earth. He couldn't wait, reaching up for her as her ankles came into range. She gave a very undignified squeak as he yanked her down into his arms, but she threw her arms around his neck happily.
"You're an exhibitionist," he said accusingly. His hands were cool on her sun-warmed skin, and stroked her carefully despite his fierce expression.
"Sky-clad," she corrected graciously, with a slender eyebrow raised. "An honor to the Goddess."
"Honor my butt," he rumbled. "You're just tryin' to make me horny."
She laughed, tossing her head back. "Do I have to try so hard, Logan?"
"Don't say that word. I was hard the minute I spotted you comin' back." He stared down at her intently for a long moment, then lowered her feet to the granite shelf behind him. Leaning down, he lifted up the pack he'd carried all the way up from their cabin. He took out a thin polar fleece blanket and tossed it over the flat rock, spreading it carefully. Then he sat down to remove his boots. Two small foil packets gleamed in the sun beside him.
"Why, Logan," she said brightly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Were you a Boy Scout?"
He shot her an annoyed look. She smiled sunnily back at him, oblivious to his pique, standing on the rock and stretching up toward the sun as he finished with his boots. With a growl, he reached over and pulled her down on top of him as he tumbled back on the blanket.
"Does your Goddess object to both 'o us goin' sky-clad?" he rumbled. She shook her head, her pale hair falling about her shoulders as she leaned over him.
"Not at all," she said, her hands busy on the buttons of his shirt. He lay back and tucked both hands under his head, propping his head up so he could keep an eye on her progress. She finished with the buttons and pushed the shirt away from his chest, her slender hands trailing over his firm body with eager anticipation.
"Is this why you brought me here?" she whispered, her breath ghosting across his stomach , making the skin tremble and his heart race. Her hands were making short work of his belt.
"I brought ya here for a lot o' reasons, darlin'. This is just the most fun."
She looked down at her progress, and gave a short burst of laughter. Startled, Logan looked down as well. He swore under his breath when he saw the boxers decorated with little yellow happy faces revealed by the open fly of his jeans. Her head fell down against his hip, her shoulders trembling with suppressed mirth. Annoyed, he batted her hands away, tugging at his jeans to get them - and the offending boxers - off as quickly as possible.
"Ah, hell," he said, a dull flush on his face. "Ran out o' mine this mornin'. Found these in the back o' the dresser at the cabin." She rolled away from him, hands pressed to her ribs and her mouth as she shook with the effort of containing her glee. He glared at her balefully.
"Don't you dare," he warned. She took one look at his flushed face and annoyed expression and burst out laughing. She laughed until tears ran down her face and she couldn't breathe. Only then did she stop. By then he'd stripped to the skin and was propped on his side watching her laugh with a rueful look on his face. She settled down finally, lying on her back, breathing deeply as only occasional chuckles convulsed her frame. He lifted a hand to stroke across the soft fall of her ribs down to the slight curve of her belly. His hand settled there, warm and vibrant.
"At least I wear underwear," he grumbled indignantly, his gaze devouring her. "Flamin' hell, I can't believe I walked behind ya all the way up that trail an' didn't realize ya weren't." That set her off again into paroxysms of laughter.
"Was it worth it just to avoid doing the wash?" she asked finally, gasping, her voice hoarse from laughing. Her own question set her helplessly off again. He growled and tugged her close, annoyed but in a tolerant way. A patient way. Shit, he deserved a medal for puttin' up with this. It seemed like she'd been laughing since they arrived. But she seldom laughed at the mansion.
"Are ya done yet?" he asked as she calmed again, savoring the feel of her slender form against his own. She sobered instantly, lifting her hands to frame his face.
"I'll never be done with you," she said, looking deep into his eyes. "Thank you for bringing me here, Logan, to your home." He pressed her head down, taking her lips and shaping them hungrily with his own. She opened her mouth, gasping as his tongue swept inside, claiming her. She clung tightly, drowning in the feel of him.
He reached over her then, groping at the edge of the rock as he kissed her. He drew back finally, a silver packet in his hand.
"Now," he growled, looking deep into her eyes. "Yes," she replied, taking it from him. With a quick nip of her teeth the packet was open. She smoothed it onto him with quick efficient motions, his breath hissing inward at her touch. She reared up over him then, throwing a slender thigh across his hips, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. He caught her waist in his hands, squinting up at her as she was framed by the brilliant summer sky. She paused there for an instant, holding him at the entrance of her body, looking down into his eyes.
"I love you," she whispered as she pressed down onto him. He groaned, throwing his head back at the sensations as she took him. His hands clutched her tightly, trying to pull her down to him, but she resisted. She sat up straight, gasping at the feel of him piercing deep inside her.
She spread her arms wide, toward the sky and closed her eyes. Throwing her head back, she cried, "Bless us, Bright Lady!" Then she snapped back down, dropping onto him so quickly he almost jumped. She smiled tenderly at him, her hands curling into his shoulders, her graceful breasts swaying as she began to move. She was sun and wind, fire and light. He tried to watch her, nearly blinded by her beauty, but his eyes drifted closed and he arched under her, savoring the feel of her moving on him, tight and wonderful.
His hands streaked across her back, to her hips, clutching her, helping her ride him. She cried out. His eyes flew open in brief alarm. But she just clenched about him, her breathing harsh, sweat gleaming on her skin. He groaned, watching her, feeling her. Then, too soon, he jerked and came, pouring himself, his heart, his very soul into her. She froze above him, her breath catching, and he felt the ripples of her own release in tandem with his own.
Her satisfied cry echoed back endlessly from the mountains around them.
She slumped over him, panting and damp, listening through her thundering pulse to the echoes as they faded. He held her tightly, stroking her tumbled hair, laying a tender kiss on her temple. She lifted her head and kissed him, her eyes dark with spent desire.
"Say my name," she whispered urgently.
"Why?" he grunted, surprised.
"I think I've forgotten it," she said with a wicked smile. He chuckled and kissed her again, whispering her name over and over against her lips until, purring with satisfaction, she deepened the kiss to silence him. They tasted each other for a long while, savoring the connection, not really trying to stir desire again yet. Eventually she lowered her head to his chest with a contented sigh. The sun was warm on them, the mountain air soft and gentle.
"'Ro," he said at last, his voice rough. She lifted her head to look at him. "I don't have very many pretty words in me."
"I don't need pretty words, Logan," she said, smiling tenderly as her hands smoothed across his chest.
"Maybe not, but you deserve 'em," he grunted, settling her against him more comfortably. She felt right and good nestled in his arms, her hair spread wild across his chest, her legs entwined with his own. Too bad the rock under them wasn't more comfortable.
"Those were very pretty words, Logan," she whispered.
"Hell, I must be gettin' soft."
"Not anymore. . . "
Joyous laughter echoed through the mountains.
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