TITLE: Soft on Bright: Ororo
AUTHOR: Sare Liz
EMAIL: TeknoVamp@yahoo.com

Series: Soft on Bright #4
Disclaimer: Belong not to me.Codes: R/L, Ororo pov, Rated: NC-17 for explicit sexSeries: Soft on Bright, by jenn and sare liz

Author's Note: Please. I beg of you please. I know quitea few of you out there know this character far better thanI, so please - constructive criticism only. Remember thatSare is a fragile butterfly and she's only writing this povbecause the character never ceases to intrigue her, despitethe fact that she should really just stay with Logan, Jubesand Jean when it comes to characterization...I'll have youknow 'blowjob' wasn't in my spell check.

This is dedicated to Jenn, who is the best beta i've everhad and who gently and not so gently reminds meoccationally that I'm behind in my writing, and to Diebin,drunk off her ass atm. ::grin:: You scare me in chat,dear. But happy birthday anyway. I won't sing. You'vedone nothing to deserve me singing. On with the fic.

More Disclaimers: Not mine. Written to Kirsty MaColl's'Nao Esperanto', 'Alegria', and 'Us Amazonians'. I highlyrecommend her CD 'Tropical Brainstorm'. It kicks seriousbooty. Also written to Rusted Root's albums 'Cruel Sun'and ...another I can't remember atm.

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She was having a distinctly Brazilian day. A true shame that no one else in the mansion spoke any form of Portuguese, to the best of her knowledge. The greater shame, of course, was that she hadn't been to Bahia in several years.

Perhaps she could rectify that. Perhaps a school trip for carnival.

Granted, that opened up an entirely different facet of tension - keeping then eight or ten older children that would go in some semblance of sane organization while staying sane herself. Then again, perhaps the trip could be inclusive of the graduates and younger teachers only. At least then she could let them stir what trouble they would on a clear conscience.

Perhaps she could persuade Logan to accompany them. He seemed to have quite a tongue for languages and it dawned on the weather goddess that he might already know Brazilian Portuguese. She would have to ask him, the next moment she found him secluded.

Ororo smiled at that thought. She's probably have to ask him *in* Portuguese to get a correct answer. After all, he hadn't known he could speak Japanese until he responded to Rogue in it, wasn't that the story Jubilee told?

Of course, Scott would probably veto the idea, but she didn't really plan on giving him notice. Charles on the other hand... Charles would probably have Scott courier them in the Blackbird. Again, Ororo smiled.

And again, at the soft breeze that swept her hair slightly. Her face lifted, acknowledging the zephyr as it kissed her curved lips. It had been unseasonably warm the last day or so, but a front was coming from the northwest, bringing with it all the moisture from the lakes that it hadn't yet returned, and that would change everything. For now,however, she was content as she was, sitting in the grass between the thick hedges of climbing flowers, near her jasmine which was almost ready to bloom for the evening.

So content, that when the heavy tread of Logan alighted on the other side of the hedge where Ororo knew someone to already be on a bench, she could not be bothered to move. After all, if they'd wanted absolute privacy they shouldn'thave come to her garden.

It was with a barely raised eyebrow and a small amount ofcuriosity that Ororo realized she might incidentally beable to confirm what Jean had hinted at earlier at thevarious stores they'd gone through, because it was obviousthat only two people wouldn't move when confronted with astomping Logan, and Charles wasn't on the bench..

"What the hell are you wearing? And where were you?"

She wondered if he was actually as annoyed as he sounded. Probably not. It didn't seem like him to be so minutelyconcerned about Rogue's comings and goings. Her protectorhe might be, but she'd never allow him to be her keeper.

Though apparently, she was looking for something more, orthe trip to various lingerie stores was for absolutelynaught.

"I told you earlier I was gonna go shopping with Jean and'Ro."

"For six hours?"

"They're amazing women."Ororo smiled. It had been an amazing trip. Rogue hadn'tbeen forthcoming about any intentions she might have hadtowards anyone, not to mention a certain feral Canadianthey were all acquainted with, but she hadn't deniedanything either. And the young woman had taken every hint,every suggestion, and every innuendo that she and Jean hadto spare - and they'd been in rare form.

She was an interesting young woman. Ororo was glad Jeanhad decided to include her.

"And what the hell do you call what you're wearing?"

That was an interesting question. Which of the purchaseswould Logan take issue with? He seemed to be particularlyfond of leather in any form and the skin-tight nature ofany other fabric. Unless Rogue had purchased something shewasn't aware of, which didn't make any sense consideringthe purchases Ororo *was* aware of, there wasn't a singlething the three of them hadn't thought Logan would like.

Then again, perhaps that was the problem.

Voyeurism, Ororo decided, was more dangerous than any drug. More addictive and more convenient. She still didn't move,however. In the end, she'd been there first. It was herprivacy they were impinging on. That was her version ofevents and she liked it.

"Brand new."

So she *was* wearing something from the shopping trip.

Ororo spent the next moment pondering which outfit it couldhave been. Finally, she settled in her mind on the blackleather pants - skin tight, of course - the short sleevev-neck mulberry sweater, also skin tight, and the pair ofblack kid gloves that only came to her wrists. That outfiton any woman a man was already lusting over... Yes, it coulddefinitely put Logan in a bothered state of mind.

"Jeannie let you get that?"

"Jeannie *paid* for it. Ororo suggested it. You like?"

And that settled it in Ororo's mind. It was definitely theblack leather pants. That was the only thing she'd reallyinsisted on, being rather fond of leather herself.

"You look like fucking sin, Marie."

Ororo smirked at Logan's particularly interesting choice ofwords. Voyeurism was entirely too much fun. She'd have toavoid it in the future or risk any reputation of beingethical she'd ever had.

"Thanks."

If there had been any residual doubt as to Rogue'sintentions, there no longer were. All she had to say wasthat one word and Ororo could imagine how her face musthave looked. Sensuous, playful, and nothing remotelysibling-like.

"Why are you trying to torture me?"

There was a interesting question for the masses. Why wasit torture? Why wasn't it a promise? Logan had never beenparticularly understandable to Ororo, but this entireepisode took it to new heights.

Besides, what in a look would have been torturous? Orwasn't it the look? Was she doing something that couldn'tbe heard?

"I thought I was being obvious. I'm trying to get laid,here."

Ororo's eyes widened as her jaw gaped, still curved in hersmile. The goddess closed her eyes briefly, trying toimagine how they were situated on the other side of thehedge. Rogue had been sitting, but she stood up to twirland show her outfit. And now they were both standing,perhaps very close? Or perhaps they would be, as right nowtheir voices were too loud to be too close.

"No."

And he stepped closer to her. He had to have, becauseOroro couldn't imagine him stepping away from anyone, evenRogue.

"Y'know, you keep sayin' that, but then you get all growly and your eyes get dark and ya get hard and I know ya want me, sugar."

Growling. That would explain that. So, Logan wants her, Rogue is throwing herself at him in apparently every creative fashion she can imagine and he refuses?

Ororo hoped - she greatly hoped - that he wasn't holding himself back because of what people might say, or because of some yet manifested disapproval. But this was Logan, sothat could not be.

But he wants her. And she wants him. What in the great heavens above was the problem?

"I already told you, no."

Ororo wondered seriously how long this had been going on. Jean hadn't mentioned specifically, but she had to wonder. Perhaps quite a while.

"Lo-gan..."

"I'm not gonna be the first of many, Marie."

No. It couldn't be. No. Not Logan.

But the thought was there and Ororo couldn't look around itsimply because it didn't quite fit in with her world view. The thought that Logan wanted more than Rogue was willing to give. But, since it couldn't possibly be true, notconsidering Logan and certainly not considering Rogue, shereleased the errant cognition immediately after she'dcaught it.

"You're operating under a few seriously archaic notions, I just want you know, sugar."

Was he? Or did he just want her to want him exclusively? An old notion, true, but not archaic.

There it was again, the errant thought practically divebombing her mind. Ororo shooed it away once and for all.

"Don't care. I won't do it."

Logan being stubborn with Rogue. That was something to see. Or, hear as the case may be.

"Well, for not being the first of any at all, I do believe that's first base you just got to, babe. Did I tell you you could stop?"

Ororo's eyes widened once more when she realized that yet again, she had no idea what was going on. Quickly she tried to catch up in her mind's eye. Where had she imagined them before?

Standing next to the bench. They'd been standing next to the bench. Close enough to reach out and touch. Ororo assumed that's what Rogue had been doing. A hand trailing down from his chest, she would take the direct route perhaps? It would explain her comment on his hardness. And perhaps he'd come closer to her after that. Perhap she'd touched her.

Her breasts, probably, though Ororo wasn't entirely sure what first base was, she was fairly certain it was the beginnings of foreplay. Yes, if Rogue had a hand on his manhood it would be difficult for a man - any man, even one like Logan who could show amazing restraint when he chose - to resist, if only for a moment. Then she commented on it and he must have stopped. Perhaps not the wisest thing for her to do if she was intent on seducing him, but then if she wanted him to fully consent to it she'd gone about it correctly enough.

He was groaning now, so Rogue must be stroking harder. It would be interesting to see. Were they sitting down, or still standing up? Had Logan realized they had an audience, or did he even care?

Rogue was moaning, but it was really partly a throaty giggle. An interesting sound and one Ororo was fairlycertain would have its desired effect on the man in her hands. The sound of a zipper pulled slowly and an even louder groan proved her right.

"Fuck, Marie."

Were they still standing? It would be interesting if they were.

"That'd be nice, sugar. You bring the condoms, I'll bring the bodystocking."

"No, I... No."

Had Logan had a sudden spurt of self control, and really was it necessary? It was decidedly obvious that each wanted the other, and it was common knowledge that each cared for each other beyond all else. Wouldn't such a physical expression of all of the emotion they shared be the logical and natural progression of events? What was wrong with him?

Perhaps he'd come to his senses because it had been quiet for a while now.

Then a tell-tale rip of paper, but no response from Logan. It's inconceivable that he'd not heard it, so he must not have had much objection. Or perhaps he was so unaware of his surroundings that it had gone unnoticed? Unlikely, but always a possibility.

"Mmmm... Yea. Y'like that?"

They must still be standing, Ororo decided. Rogue's hand was probably sliding up and down his shaft, with her gloves on. The goddess couldn't help but wonder if at some point after Rogue could control her mutation the gloves wouldn't make an appearance, just for old times sake. She could imagine Logan to be the fetish type.

"Oh, fuck."

Oh dear, she thought. He sounded rather distressed. Perhaps he hadn't heard the condom wrapper open after all. Ororo could hear his breathing - erratic as it was - and imagined Rogue sliding to her knees and not letting go.

"Oh, fuck, Marie, what are you..."

What *was* she doing? Excellent question. Perhaps she'd decided to put the condom on with her mouth? Wouldn't that just give him a thrill, on all accounts? Ororo hoped she'd practiced before, using her teeth, as using her lips could result in an unfortunate accident that would surely end all things enjoyable.

"Oh, shit. Don't stop."

Ororo raised an eyebrow at the distinct change in attitude and demeanor. Logan, begging. It really was blackmail material. A good thing she was the only one listening.

How were they now? Perhaps she'd just put finished rolling the condom on with her teeth. Now sucking lightly, her lips receded? Yes, that must have been the case, for now she spoke.

"Tell me what you want, Logan."

Whispered. A very nice touch, Ororo had to agree. Was she looking up, her face near his exposed rod? Were her lips a glistening red? Where her eyes dark and shining as well?

"Tongue."

Goddess, Ororo thought, will he instruct her through the entire thing? Her eyes widened as she looked around her gardened alcove in askance. It was too unreal, too like an odd mixture of lover and teacher, attempting at each and achieving neither.

"Use... ah, yea."

Apparently, it was just that.

Ororo swallowed stiffly for a moment, regretting not making her presence known earlier. But the unfortunate fact was true and all she could do was wait them out. She could either go back to her silent meditations, or continue in her inaugural foray into voyeurism.

Several moments later, her answer was there.

"Just like that."

She could, Ororo reasoned, meditate when people had sex around her. That was not the issue. What she could not do was meditate when a couple was *talking* their way through sex around her. It was like participating in an orgy. One needed to at least pay it the attention it deserved.

"Yea. And hands."

So where had she been? Yes. Logan had been instructing Rogue to use her tongue. So... She'd lapped up and down the strength beneath the condom's latex covering? That sounded reasonable. Perhaps she'd swirled her tongue as well, while she sucked.

And now he wanted her to use her hands. One gloved hand cupping his sac, undoubtedly, and one on his root? Ororo wondered if Rogue had Logan in her mouth all the way with a hand simply squeezing or if her lips were latched and sucking on the tip while her hand pumped him. Either way, Logan was growling quite appreciatively.

"Harder."

Perhaps she had the tip in her mouth after all. Ororo smiled at that, she couldn't help it. It was a favorite thing for her, when with a man, to just play with the tip. It was so very sensitive and as a lover you could get away with so very much if you just suckled on the tip while you looked into his eyes. It really was grand fun, as fun goes.

So perhaps Rogue was just suckling at the tip while her hand squeezed him and stroked him even harder. It might send Logan careening into the grass, if he hadn't been prepared for it. Ororo supposed he was, as she didn't hear any sort of thud to accompany Rogue's occasional moaning and Logan's incessant growling.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit-"

It was amazing, she thought, how he could do that. Ground the words out till they sounded like a growl as well. That was a talent, she realized. Definitely a talent. Had he honed that, or was it natural?

And what was Rogue doing now? Still sucking on him? Probably. Perhaps some rough handwork. Really, her room was so far from everyone else's she never had the benefit of listening in before. Except for the one time with Jean and Scott in the kitchen, but that was entirely different and still tended to make Ororo blush.

Quickly she brought her mind back to the issue at hand. Logan, specifically, in Rogue's hand. Yes, quite. Ororo refreshed her mind's eye quickly. Logan was standing, probably with his legs braced a bit apart, probably with one or both hands buried in her hair - not necessarily to hold her there but just to touch her, to feel her. Logan seemed like the type who would need that sort of physical connection with someone whom he had an emotional connection, or else how could he differentiate it from any other blowjob he'd received? So he had his hands in herhair. He had his eyes closed? And his head back, and he leaned into her just a bit, not thrusting but just coming closer to her touch. And he was growling softly, mustn't forget that.

"-shit, shit fuck, Marie."

What had Rogue done to prompt that? Ororo thought for a moment and decided she must have changed the pace on him slightly. Sucked when he'd anticipated her to lick. Went deeper when he'd anticipated she would linger.

"Yea, just... Yea."

It was like she could read his mind. He would point out something else that could be done at the instant and she'd snap to it before he could get the words out.

A very strange thought occurred to Ororo just at that moment, but she brushed it away, instead wondering what he'd wanted her to do. Suck harder? Pump differently?

"You can take a little more..."

How far could she take him? How big was he, at any rate? Ororo didn't know and was afraid to imagine.

"...just like... Oh, fuck, how'd you know..."

Indeed. Apparently she could take all of him in her throat. That was a neat trick. Had she practiced on another boy? If Logan ever found out he would have to be quarantined until the boy could be taken somewhere safe, and if anything were a sobering thought, that was it.

But the latest errant thought came back to Ororo, thethought that perhaps this truly was Rogue's first time doing what she was. And yes she knew. But she still needed direction, and who better to give it than Logan?

Ororo shivered. It was such a strained thought. There had to be more involved than that. The two so obviously cared more than just a matter of simple instruction.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck, baby."

It seems Logan has finally found a lover at the mansion. For so long he'd kept the two lives separate - work and play and no interaction between the two. All that waschanged now, Ororo thought.

And she smiled, because Logan had turned out to be anamusingly vocal lover. Several years back she and Jean hadtaken bets about that. Well, Jean owed her fifty dollars,if Ororo chose to collect. Which she might, all thingsconsidered.

Besides, even though it hadn't been her to illicit thesingular and remarkable phenomenon of Logan in the throesof his passion, Ororo could certainly enjoy it. And enjoyit she did, as the growling got louder.

"Oh, just like that."

He was breathing hard.

This entire episode was going to fuel her imagination formonths to come, she was certain of it. Ororo was alsocertain that she needed a lover, but that wasn't to beremedied at this point. Perhaps Remy... No. She wasn'tgoing to begin to think of Remy again.

"Yea. If... If you can swallow..."

And he groaned again, as if his body were aflame, as itmost likely was. His breath had become more labored still,and quicker. Now was definitely the time to extractpromises, should she feel the need.

"Marie... Oh fuck, Marie. Oh, fuck, harder."

His commentary was coming with greater frequency now. Hewas so much more aroused now, probably. Probably hard as asheathed steel - or what was it called... adamantium. And hewas down her throat, and she was swallowing and suckingstill, and apparently going even harder than she'd beenbefore.

"Harder. Oh fuck, Marie."

Her hands were probably on his legs, or that very tightjean-clad ass that every woman in the mansion had noticedmore than once. Yes, she was probably holding on to hisass to steady herself because he might have begun to rockinto her.

"Oh fuck, just like that, baby."

Logan's voice was a hoarse whisper now. He was comingclose. It wouldn't be much longer, she could tell.

"Just... A little... Oh fuck, a little more."

He was panting and Ororo had to admit that it was sexy. She'd managed to last this long without getting undulyaroused herself, but the sound of Logan panting did her in. She was only a mutant, after all.

"Ah, yes. That's it. That's it."

Would he come in her mouth? Ororo remembered the condomwith a start, and realized it wouldn't matter.

"Ah, fuck yea. Just a little... A little more, baby. Just..."

And then what had to be a groan and growl combined, and hehad to be coming. Throbbing, she could imagine.

"Oh *yes*."

The first exertion, the last long thrust into her tightthroat

"Ah fuck."

It was so rhythmic.

"Ah fuck."

So primal.

"Ah fuck."

It was his body pumping his seed.

"Marie."

It was done.

"Yea, baby, just milk it like that. Oh, yea. Nice and easy, yea darlin'."

They really were quite a couple.

"Ah, yea."

Ororo smiled when she finally heard Logan fall into the grass.

"Come 'ere, you."

The rustling was not doubt Rogue crawling into his arms. Ororo's heart ached a little bit for their love. How couldanyone be against this couple? They share everything withsuch amazing candor. They couldn't possibly belong toanyone else but the other.

"Mmm... That was fun. Next time I say we pop the top cause Iwanna taste you."

Definitely a Rogue thing to say.

"Ain't gonna be a next time. Don't get all riled on me, just chill out a second, okay? Humor me."

Ororo was aghast. There really wasn't any way around the shock she felt.

"You at least gonna tell me how I did?"

Yet Rogue seemed to take it in stride. Like she was wearing him down, or something equally as ludicrous.

"You give damn good head, baby."

"Thanks."

"There still isn't gonna be a next time, though."

"Um, hm."

She'd agreed? No. This could not be, Ororo thought. It could not be. They shared such a close bond, they should *treasure* that, not treat it as if it were something to be found any day in any person.

"You finally understanding?"

"Nope. Still humoring you."

At least there was still hope for Rogue. Logan, they would have to work on.

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The End