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My Friend, My Lover
Chapter 18: Preparations

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Friday came all too soon for the residents of the institute. The Sadie Hawkins dance was on everybody's mind and Jean was no exception. Even though she didn't have a date, that wouldn't stop her from going. She had to be there. Because if Scott got back together with Taryn, that could affect their relationship.

For one, it meant that they may not be able to have sex anymore. That would constitute cheating and Scott wasn't a cheater. But where would that leave her? And where would that leave their friendship?

Only now was she willing to admit that she felt something more for Scott than just friendship. She had over a month to get that out and now she could lose that chance. It was a real dilemma. While friends with benefits didn't restrict dating, it still made Jean feel so conflicted.

So after hearing Logan's advice, she avoided Scott for the rest of the week and began planning to make her move. Taryn or no Taryn, she had to let him know. But she didn't just want to walk up and tell him flat out. She didn't want to come off too demanding and she didn't want to put Scott or Taryn in an uncomfortable position. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it in the best way possible.

First, she wanted to see how things went with Taryn. Maybe it would work out or maybe it wouldn't. But only when that was clear would they sit down and have a nice, long chat. And maybe from there, they could make something happen. But it was still up in the air.

She didn't want to lose Scott. She didn't want to lose what they had. But tonight would decide whether or not her chance had been squandered. Even if it meant watching Scott fall for her 'friend,' she had to let him know. And under the cover of chaperone and transportation, she would make sure she was there.

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"Jean! Hey Jean!" yelled Bobby from down the hall, neatly dressed and ready to go, "Come on! Hurry it up! We're going to be late!"

"Take it easy, Iceman! I'll be there, okay? Just give me a few more minutes!" yelled Jean from her room as she held up a couple of nice dresses to her underwear clad body.

"Well hurry it up! Jubilee and the others say their ready, Scott's already on his way to pick up Taryn, and Lance just picked up Kitty!"

"I'll be ready when I'm ready, okay?" she shouted back, "Just get the others down to the garage!"

Bobby fell silent as he eagerly went to meet up with his date, Jubilee. Looking over at the clock, Jean let out a deep sigh, gently rubbing the temples of her head. Scott was already on his way and the others were getting restless. Kurt especially seemed nervous since he was still weary about Amanda. But the encouragement of the others kept his spirits high.

For Jean, however, she was stuck in a world of frustration as she threw her dresses down on the bed and just looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh what the hell are you doing, Jean?" she asked herself, "You don't have a date, you missed your chance with Scott, and you're STILL going to tell him how you feel? Why me? Why all this nonsense?"

Looking at her horribly unprepared appearance, she was on the verge of giving up. She wore only her Victoria's Secret bra and panties, her hair was a mess, and her makeup was marginal at best. On top of it all, she looked miserable. How could she go to a dance like this? Moreover, how could she go to a dance like this and hope to win back her lover?

She was about to try the dress again, when suddenly she got a knock at the door.

"Jean? Are you still in there? The others are getting a little restless," came Ororo Munroe's voice.

"Uh...Yeah, I'm fine, Ro," she replied, promptly snapping out of her daze, "Just...I need a few more minutes."

Looking back in the mirror, Jean took a deep breath and tried to shake her head clean of negativity, forcing herself to stand up tall, fix her posture, and look confident.

'Come on, girl! You can do this! Stop brooding! You're an X-man for crying out loud! You've faced Juggernaut! You've face Magneto! Pull yourself together, put on a dress, and go to that fucking dance!'

Having sulked enough over this mess, Jean felt ready to face the challenge ahead of her. Even if it ended in heartache, she had to do this. She had to see it through.

Picking up the elegant yellow dress that she had been considering earlier, Jean finally made her choice and promptly slipped it on, adjusted the fit so it hugged her sexy frame perfectly, and fixed her hair as best she could with her brush.

"Jean..." said Ororo, still waiting on the other side.

"I'm almost ready!" replied Jean, making a few quick adjustments before going to her makeup.

She chose to use her favorite shade for this. In fact, it was the same shade she wore the night she and Scott first had sex. She also wanted to use the same brand of mascara for luck. And to top it all off, she used her best perfume.

She was still a bit disheveled from working against the clock. Looking over to her bag, she used her telekinesis to levitate and pack it with extra supplies while she used her free hands to fix hair. And once her bag was full, she guided it to her hands with her mind and took one last deep breath before exiting her room.

"Well...Here goes."

As soon as she opened her door, she saw Ororo still standing there. She cast the young redhead a warm smile as she took in her appearance. Looking at her full grown figure, it really showed just how much she had grown from the little girl she helped raise.

"You look wonderful, Jean," she said kindly.

"Thanks. That means a lot to me since it's kind of the last minute," smiled Jean, still nervous, but a bit more at ease thanks to Ororo's encouragement.

Ororo couldn't help but laugh. She heard from Logan about how down she had been earlier this week with the whole Taryn affair. And like him, she was shocked that they hadn't done it sooner. But based on Logan's advice, she was confident that this would work...That is, as long as Scott and Jean stopped stalling and just came clean.

"I appreciate you driving everybody to this little event, child. You know I would have done it if..."

But Jean cut her off because she knew that the others were probably going to have an aneurism if she didn't hurry.

"Hey, no biggie, Ro. Since I don't have a date, I might as well make myself useful," she shrugged, doing her best to hide her 'other' reasons.

"Indeed..." said Ororo, not convinced, "Well try to have some fun anyways, Jean."

"Don't worry...I will."

With one final grin, Jean made her way down the hall and into the foyer where the others had been waiting impatiently. Kurt was on the verge of throwing a fit, but thankfully his nervousness kept him from going too crazy. After all, he had enough to worry about with keeping his appearance under wraps with this girl.

While Jean led the formally dressed crew of mutants to the garage, Ororo watched them depart from the top of the foyer, smiling the whole way.

'Good luck Jean.'

Ororo truly hoped that Jean and Scott came clean. She had knew they shared a special bond. She had hoped that by encouraging their 'friends with benefits' relationship, she would facilitate their blossoming feelings. But their stubbornness remained.

This time, however, she hoped that would change. Because if they didn't make their move soon, then someone else like this Taryn girl surly would.

"I take it they left already," said a gruff voice.

"Yes, they're all on their way now," said Ororo as she turned to face her long time friend and lover, Logan.

"Even Jeannie?"

"Yes...Even Jean."

A slight silence fell over the two elders. They had been the most actively involved with Scott and Jean's ongoing arrangement. Hell, they were probably the only ones who knew about it...Unless, of course, the Professor was just keeping it to himself.

And after having seen Jean so distraught over what happened with Scott and Taryn, Logan and Ororo were concerned that this would have a serious impact on the both of them. They knew those two had deep feelings for one another. They just had to get them out in the open.

"Ya think she and Scottie will come clean?" said Logan, casually leaning against the banister.

"With those two, it's hard to say," sighed Ororo, "You know they're stubbornness knows few bounds."

"Well I hope she takes that advice I gave her to heart. I'm sick of seein' those two walkin' around completely oblivious. It's freakin' annoying."

"Well given your rather blunt advice, I hope they'll work this out," she said, laughing at the recollection of just how Logan had helped Jean with her problem.

"Hey, sometimes it's best to just skip the bullshit," shrugged the burly Canadian, "I was kinda hopin' she'd do it before this freaky dance thing. I swear, waitin' till somethin' like this is just askin' for trouble."

"Oh come now, Logan. What makes you say that?"

"Simple Ro...Scott and Jeannie are very private when it comes to shit like this. And if they can't come clean in the safety of their own freakin' home, then I don't see how it's gonna be any easier at some wild social gathering."

"It's not a social gathering, Logan...It's a dance," said Ororo, "And a dance is the perfect place to open one's heart. With music flowing, food that's readily available, and energy hanging in the air, I couldn't think of a better place for such passions to come about."

Logan looked at the former weather goddess skeptically. While he may not have had any memories of being a teenager, he just didn't understand how something like this would be any different for Scott, Jean, or anybody for that matter.

"Sorry, Ro...But I just don't see it," he said as he prepared to head downstairs for a beer.

"Oh really?" she said with a sneaky tone, "Then how about I show you?"

That got Logan to stop. Turning back to face Ororo, he could see that sultry look in her eyes. Ever since they started doing it, he had come to see plenty of this from the woman once revered as a goddess. And once again, he was completely enticed by it.

"What do ya have in mind, darlin'?" he asked with a curious, yet intrigued look.

Ororo kept on smiling as she approached her burly lover and ran her fingers down his manly chest.

"Allow me to be blunt this time. The house is empty, the students are out for the night, and the Professor and Hank are deadlocked in a game of chess."

"I take it this all means something," he grinned, loving the feeling of this sexy woman's touch.

"Indeed it does. It means I have a chance to show you why dances can be so important. And if you meet me in my room in precisely 30 minutes, I'll make sure you never forget it."

His animal instincts were quick to react as he entertained thoughts of throwing this woman down on her bed, ripping her clothes off, and fucking her until she cried in delight. Ororo picked up on this and played it flawlessly.

"You got it, darling! I'll be there," he told her.

"And I'll be ready."

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While the rest of the students were on their way to the dance, Ororo set up her own little event. Ororo was checking the last of her little setting, making sure she had the right CD and that the stereo she borrowed from Kitty was working. Looking in the mirror, Ororo smiled at her appearance. If this didn't get Logan going, she didn't know what would.

Normally, she wouldn't have done something like this. But Logan brought out this raging passion within her that she couldn't help but embrace. He was strong, noble, and passionate. He was everything she had ever fantasized about in a man.

And now that they were lovers, the chances of them going further were better than ever. Either way, she hoped to continue this journey of theirs, not knowing just how deep it could get.

Then, a full 30 minutes after she made her offer, Ororo heard a knock on the door.

"Ro...Ro, are ya there?" said Logan in a gruff tone.

With an eager grin, Ororo took cover behind her closet door and prepared to commence the fun.

"Come on in, Logan. I'm ready."

Upon entering her room, Logan was bombarded with a maze of scents. It sent his feral instincts into overdrive in a way few women could have. But Ororo she was truly something else. And she seemed bent on making that all the more clear with this little activity.

"Go ahead...Make yourself comfortable," she said in a deep, sultry tone, still concealing herself from behind here door.

Logan wordlessly obeyed as he took a seat on the foot of the bed, the arousing scents pushing him to the edge of his sanity. Then, as Ororo came into his line of sight, he gasped in amazement, for he had never seen anything so beautiful.

"I take it you like my formal attire," she said with a sexy grin, swaying her hips to further entice the Wolverine.

Logan didn't say a word as he took in what she was wearing. It was a very elegant, yet deeply erotic African style dress with a jungle color scheme. It made her look as though she was some kind of jungle queen or sex goddess.

The top piece was very thin and partially transparent showing off her breasts. It was tied in a way to further augment her imposing cleavage and draped down her back. The bottom was even more enticing, consisting of a similarly colored dress that dipped all the way down to the floor, but was also transparent, showing off her sexy legs and a little thong colored like the spots of a cheetah.

Needless to say, not much was left to the imagination.

"Good God, Ro," he said in amazement, "Ya look...Great."

"Glad you think so," she said, doing a little spin to give Logan a view of her sexy butt and shapely legs, "But the dress is only part of the deal. The best is yet to come."

Low growls of lust welled up within Logan as he took in the African beauty. Ororo heard this, feeling her own arousal building as her craving for his animal love grew. Those growls always seemed to do something to her. It triggered that primal lust she had always felt towards him. But she wanted to save that for a little later.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show, Logan," she said with a sultry grin, "Allow me to demonstrate the true appeal of dance."

With a remote control in hand, Ororo hit the play button on the stereo, starting the music. It was a special blend of African style dance that she had gotten from her sister, but she probably didn't expect it to be used for something like this. But the strong beat, powerful rhythm, and energetic pace was perfect for what Ororo wanted to do.

The former weather goddess allowed her body to become taken by the music, gently swaying her hips in a slow, yet sexual motion. She moved her hands around her sexy curves, further conveying a sense of deep desire. Already, Logan was shifting in his seat, feeling his pants tighten under the arousal.

Gradually working her body faster to the beat, Ororo slid her hands down her sexy body, touching her breasts and feeling tracing curves. It further enticed both herself and Logan. She could feel it welling up inside her. A wet feeling formed between her legs and the more she moved her body, the more she wanted to just strip naked and fuck him. Yet still, she remained in control as she continued to entice him.

"Damn..." said Logan as he watched Ororo dance with such grace.

Ororo winked at him as she began playing with her thin top. She then turned around, giving the Wolverine a nice view of her naked back as she sensually removed her top, using his inability to see it as a means of mystery. And by the time the garment was off, she used one arm to cover her breasts and the other to turn around and playfully tossed the thin fabric right on his head.

It was a gesture that pushed the Wolverine's self control. But as he tossed her top to the side and took in the sight of her sexy breasts, his attention was diverted down to her legs and butt.

Working her legs to the rhythm, Ororo played with the clasp on the side that kept the thin streams of fabric up. And like last time, she turned around so he had a nice view of her ass while she undid the restraints, allowing the thin fabric to fall to the floor so that she was wearing only a small piece of underwear.

Logan could smell the wet arousal dripping from her pussy. It was so intoxicating. He didn't know how much more he could take. She was so elegant, graceful, and sexy. And of all the men in the world she could have had, she picked him. No matter how many times he said that to himself, he just couldn't believe it. She wanted him.

After a few more sexy dance moves in nothing but a pair of skimpy underwear, neither Logan nor Ororo could take it anymore. They had to fuck. And with the music still going strong, Ororo made her move.

"And that, as they say, is dance, Logan. But now, I think it's time for something else," she said in a deep, lust filled tone.

"Darlin', I don't think I can watch another second," grinned Logan, on the verge of stripping and fucking her on the spot.

"In that case, I won't make you."

Before Logan could get up, Ororo took the initiative, sensually swaying her hips as she made her way over to her lover. Straddling his hips while he was still upright, she gave him a close up view of her sexy breasts. And as soon as she was close, he eagerly took them in his hands and assaulted them with his mouth.

"Ooh Logan," she moaned in delight, "Please...Play with them."

Letting out deep grunts, Ororo went for his shirt, eagerly sliding it off over his head. Attacking his manly flesh with her hands, she fueled his burning lust as he recaptured her breasts with his lips.

The former weather goddess lett out cries of bliss as the Wolverine teased her breasts, kneading them with his hands while also licking and biting on her hardened nipple. Shots of pleasure coursed through her body, fueling the growing wetness in the soft folds of her vagina.

It was too much for her to take as she pinned Logan to the bed, his face buried in her breasts. She could feel his erection pressing against her, causing even more arousal. And once she managed to pull herself away from Logan's teasing, she eagerly motioned to remove his pants.

Ripping off Logan's jeans in a lustful frenzy, she freed his hard cock from its confines. It was already so stiff and ready for her pussy, but before she could get it there she yearned to taste it.

"Oh Ro...Fuck that's good!" grunted Logan as he grasped her head.

She went faster than usual because of the music, but Logan didn't mind. She stepped up her pace, deep throating him in a show of raging lust. But soon, it became too much for either of them to bear. Ororo's fervent sucking was going to send him over the edge, but he wanted to save that for when he was inside her.

"Ro...Ro, I'm gonna cum! And I wanna to be in ya! I wanna feel ya," he growled, so full of animalistic lust.

"Then you will Logan," said Ororo, removing his penis from her mouth, "Besides, I think it's time I show you the best dance of them all."

"Lead the way, darlin'!"

With a sexy grin, Ororo got up on her knees and sensually removed her cheetah patterned underwear, giving Logan a full view of her wet pussy. There were already fluids seeping out of her slit, hinting at just how aroused she was. And once the underwear was gone, leaving them both completely naked and ready for sex, Ororo went for the final step.

"Ohhhhh Logan! I want it so bad!" she gasped as she straddled his hips and guided his cock towards her wet entrance.

He was so hard and aroused...So ready to fill her all the way. And in the spirit of the fervent music, Ororo let his cock impale her tight pussy and eagerly began to ride him with great vigor.

"Rah! Rah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" grunted Logan as he watched the African beauty dance atop him.

The music kept playing as Ororo gyrated her hips to the rhythm, working her lover's hard dick inside her tight depths. Her large breasts bounced and moved to her frantic motions, prompting Logan to adjust so that he could take the large orbs of flesh in his hands.

Soon, he began working the rhythm as well, thrusting upwards into her pussy with his dick while she moved up and down his length, her naked flesh inundating his acute senses to the point of euphoria.

Ororo cried out in a sea of pleasure as her lover's burly naked body pounded into her tight flesh. Logan was in full animal mode as he eagerly caressed and held her womanly body. He just couldn't help himself. This woman brought out the animal lover within him. And as such, he gave her all the vigorous fucking he could muster.

"Oh Logan! Oh Logan! Oh it's so good! So fucking good!" cried the weather goddess, her exotic body now covered in a thin layer of perspiration.

"Rrah! Rrah! God Ro! Gonna...Cum...Soon!"

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! I want to feel it, too! Give it to me, Logan! Unleash the animal within!"

Ororo felt as though he was going to tear her in half. The sound of his hard cock pounding in her wet vagina echoed over the music as Logan worked it at an intense rhythm, further driving them both closer to their climax.

His hands then transferred from her breasts to her hips while she enraptured her arms around his neck, holding him close as he plowed into her, trailing his lips along her cleavage, intoxicated by her sweet scent.

Soon, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to cum with his alpha female. Ororo wanted it so badly, her passions fueled by Logan's animal lust. And finally, with one powerful thrust that penetrated deep into her tight canal, Logan grasped her hips and let out an orgasmic howl as he emptied his seeds into her womb.

"Mmmrahhhhhhhh!"

"OH GODDESS! YES!!!" cried Ororo, her pussy tightening over her lover's cock, releasing a strong load of her womanly juices.

The sound of Logan's deep growls filled the room even as the music kept playing. After his climax, he collapsed onto his back with Ororo atop him. She kept her weight against him, covering his burly face with a plethora of kisses. While she gave Logan's healing a chance to kick in, she took a moment to savor the sweet feeling of having her lover's naked body up against hers.

He made her feel so warm and content, as if nothing could harm her while in his protection. In many ways, it was that noble, warrior spirit that Ororo admired so much. And the more he held her, the more it made her heart beat for him.

"Ya know how to give dance a hell of an appeal, darlin'," said Logan with a grin as he ran his hands through Ororo's silvery white hair.

"Glad you enjoyed it," she smiled, "I had a feeling I could get you to come around if I put it in the 'proper' context."

"Context, eh?" he said in a husky tone, his hands starting to run up the curves, "Well in that case, why don't I show ya a little dance of my own?"

"Logan, you umf..."

Ororo quickly found herself cut off as she was taken by a passionate kiss from the usually reserved Logan. It was definitely a surprise, but one she eagerly returned as she felt his hands hungrily move about her naked skin in another show of primal lust.

Then, he flipped her over so that now she was on the bottom. Her arms were still around his neck as he was held her legs wide open in a V-shape, giving him a nice angle to enter her still dripping vagina. And thanks to his healing, his dick was hard and ready to go.

"Ooh Logan...You catch on quickly," grinned Ororo with a purr of contentment.

"Hey, I ain't the only one here who's got the drive of an animal," he said, smiling right back as he lowered himself towards her, pressing his heavy weight atop her naked body.

Logan watched as Ororo's face contorted to the feeling, causing her tight walls to stretch to the presence of his hard dick. And with the music still playing, the animalistic lover began to plow into the African beauty with renewed vigor, slamming his hard penis into her wet vagina.

"Mrah! Mrah! Mrah!" he grunted in a mantra.

"Logan! Oh Logan!" she cried, arching her body with each of his thrusts, absorbing the intense waves of pleasure.

The spirit of their lover's dance hung in the air as Ororo fucked back with her hips, working her body with his in the same vigorous motions. It was amazing to think that a woman as graceful as her could have such a powerful libido. But then again, this was an amazing woman in her own rite. And if anybody deserved this kind of pleasure, it was her.

For the duration of the song, Logan kept pounding into her while the former weather goddess kept up with him every step of the way. He was strong and vigorous, showing a strong, primal taste for her sweet flesh. He also got a good feel for her pussy, finding all the sensitive spots she loved to be pleasured with the most. Whenever he hit these spots, she let out that angelic cry. And the more he heard it, the further it drove him.

"Ro...Ro! I-erah-So good! So-ugh-beautiful" he grunted, drawing closer to his climax.

"Ohhhhh Logan! Yes! Goddess! YES! I'm so close! Oh it's so deep! Logan! Such an animal! LOGAN!"

Her cries were like divine music. And as he heard her orgasmic cries and took in the sights, sounds, and smells of her wondrous sex, it sent him over the edge.

"Mmm...Darlin'!!!" he moaned, shoving his dick into her tight folds as far as it would go as he shot his load deep into her depths.

This seemed to send Ororo over the edge as well as she felt her pussy contract over his hard cock, tightening all over his length as she unleashed another load of her juices.

"OHHHHHHHHHH YES!!!"

As the song ended, the two lovers collapsed to one another's side, still gasping for air after the height of their mind blowing orgasms. Feral loving didn't come without its price and exhaustion just happened to be one of them. But for what it had brought them, it was definitely worth it.

After taking a moment to recover, Ororo snuggled up to his naked body. While usually he was never one to get close, it was just too damn hard to resist a beautiful, naked goddess. Few people could have brought this out in him, but as Ororo Munroe looked back up at his burly face, it became all too clear that this woman was special.

"That was wonderful, Logan," she said, resting her head on his manly shoulder, "That's quite a dance of yours."

"Ha! Dance indeed," he grinned, holding her closer and absorbing the warm feeling of her naked skin, "I don't know if ya can classify that as a dance of any kind."

"Perhaps...But hey, I'll take it," she grinned, sensually rubbing his hairy chest.

Logan couldn't help but laugh, a feeling that was still unfamiliar to him. But that didn't make it feel any less good.

"Damn Ro. Ya really do have a taste for the animal."

"What can I say? I have my preferences and I can't help it if I enjoy a little vigor in my lovemaking."

"I guess that explains where all that stormy passion comes from."

"Oh don't tell me you're making jokes now, Logan," she said with a mischievous grin.

"Don't go too far, Ro. Ya know I still got a rep to uphold," he replied, although that didn't erase the smile from his face.

"Yes, I know...I know."

There was a brief moment of silence as they took a moment to relax from it all. Dealing with unruly mutant teens, a world that was constantly in peril, and powers that were hard to manage because of raging emotions made it so difficult to find a moment of peace.

But with what they had right now, both Logan and Ororo could safely say that they had found something truly special.

For Logan, who was never too keen on emotions, it was a bit confusing. Sure, the sex was great, but there was so much more to it. The way she allowed him to just release all his frustration and the way they made this passion together was just so...He couldn't even find the words for it.

But as he held the African Goddess in his arms, he knew these feelings were real.

"Logan...Do you think Scott and Jean will work things out with their feelings?" asked Ororo, finally breaking the silence.

"Can't say for certain Ro," sighed Logan, "But I hope they do. Emotions are a tricky thing. And when it comes to things like...Well, this...It's just...Hard."

Ororo couldn't help but notice the shift in his voice and she found herself looking back up at him with an affectionate expression...One that was enough to make even Logan's heart skip a beat.

"Yes, I agree with you on that. But still, watching them hold it in like that can't be easy. Because sometimes emotions just build up so much over the years that they..."

However, Ororo was unable to finish as she ran her hand down his burly chest. It was an act that helped relax Logan into a much easier state. But the more he felt it, the more he thought about such words. Sure, they were talking about Scott and Jean here, but that didn't mean that there weren't 'other' connotations to consider.

Finally, after what felt like a long argument with himself, Logan decided that it was time to make his leave. And despite some reluctance, he slipped out of Ororo's grip and gathered up his things.

"Well, thanks again, darlin'. I know I say this a lot, but you're a real goddess at heart."

"Mmm...You're sweet, Logan," she said, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek, "So what are you going to do now?"

"Me? Guess I'll go on a little nighttime bike ride," he said as he found his boxers and pants, "Aside from sex with a Goddess, the wind in yer face is a great way to set your mind at ease and get a little clarity in this world of shit we live in."

"You don't say?" said Ororo with a smile as another idea popped into her head, "Well in that case, mind if I come along too?"

Logan cast the naked goddess a bewildered glance. Being into sex and hard fucking was one thing, but motorcycles? Was that even remotely possible?

"You're jerkin' my chain, right?" he said with a skeptical glance.

"I assure you I'm not," she smiled as she gathered up her panties and slid them back on, "I think it's only fair really. I dragged you into doing this, so the least I can do is participate in something you like to do. That and well...Maybe my head could use a little clarity as well."

Logan didn't quite know why, but that made him smile. Maybe it was because it hinted she was feeling the same thing he was feeling right now. Or maybe it was because a part of his feral nature was rubbing off on her or something. Or maybe it was because she was still topless.

But either way, the thought of riding down the road with this woman at his side was a thought he just couldn't help but find appealing.

"In that case, let's get you a helmet," he grinned as he pulled up his pants, "Because like sex, ridin' a hog has its own vigor. But knowin' you, I think you'll be just fine darlin'."

"Well then..." grinned Ororo as she put on her bra and grabbed some casual attire, "I guess I'll just have to see for myself."

And with that, the two lovers went on to share yet another little activity together. And for the moment, Logan and Ororo wanted to take in this new experience and sort out their growing feelings as they came. Because at the rate they were going, there was no telling what the future held in store for them.

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While the others were making their way to the dance and while Logan and Ororo were having their own 'fun' back at the mansion, Scott was left to pick up his date. The whole drive to Taryn's house was like one big blur because he just couldn't stop arguing with himself about this whole mess.

'God Scott...What the hell are you doing? And moreover, why the hell are you doing this? Taryn asked you and you said yes. Why? You know you wanted to go with Jean. You were holding out for weeks even though so many girls wanted to take a shot at you. And what do you do? You go with your ex! Just what the hell is going on here?!'

Such inner musings continued through the drive until he reached Taryn's house, where she was waiting in an elegant, light blue dress that hugged her petite curves and athletic features perfectly. And as soon as she saw him pull up, she smiled as she made her way down her driveway and towards Scott's trademark red convertible.

"Hey! You look nice Scott...Real nice," she commented as she took in the sight of him in a well kempt formal suit.

"Yeah...You too. You look beautiful," he said, managing a smile as the voices in his head stopped raging for a moment.

"Aww...You really are a sweetie pie," she cooed playfully, "I really am glad we're giving this another shot, Scott. I think we owe it to ourselves to see whether or not we can make it work. And who knows? Maybe this night will really mean something in the long run for the both of us."

"Yeah, I think so too," said Scott, although in his mind, there were plenty of other reasons why that could be.

"Great! In that case, let's go have some fun! The dance of destiny awaits!"

Taking a deep breath, Scott pulled out of the driveway and began making his way towards Bayville High where so many uncertainties were sure to come together. He wasn't quite sure where this would go with Taryn. That, and of course, Jean was still never far from his mind.

There was no telling where this night would take them. If he and Taryn got back together, what would that do to their 'arrangement?' What would it do to their friendship? He wouldn't be betraying Jean...Would he?

Granted, Scott had come to realize that his heart belonged to Jean, but there was just so much that neither of them were willing to let out because of what it may do to their friendship. He knew Taryn wasn't the one for him...So why was he going to the dance with her? And moreover, what could possibly come of this?

Neither he, nor Jean for that matter, knew the answers. But hopefully, they would find out at the dance.

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