Goddess In A Blue Dress
Chapter 1: You Should Be Dancing
by
stormfreak



Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men.




The Black Orchid was dimmed. A throbbing bass beat made the dance floor pulse with life. Hundreds of New Yorkers danced, drank, flirted, and listened to the music. Jean Grey-Summers sat, taking in the whole club atmosphere. She rarely got a chance to go out with the rest of the X-Men on their nights out, but with her husband Scott out of town, the rest of the house refused to take "no" for an answer. Men came up and talked to her, but she turned them away with a polite wave of her wedding ring. Still got it, she thought, amused.

Her friends seemed to be on different agendas. Logan surveyed the pretty women in the club with a wary eye. Bobby was talking to a tall, pretty blonde, but from the look on his face, she was less than impressed with his intelligence. Warren and Betsy were sitting side-by-side, deep in an intimate conversation. Rogue, on the other hand looked troubled.

Jean leaned over, nearly yelling in Rogue's ear to be heard. "Something on your mind, Rogue?"

"Nah, Ah'm okay, sugah."

Jean smiled. "You're worried about Gambit, aren't you?"

Rogue sighed. "Ah tol' him Ah didn't want him ridin' his bike in t'rain. It's slick out there."

"He just went to pick Storm up; it won't take long. He'll be okay."

"But what's takin' them s'long?"

"I don't know."

Bobby walked over to the table and sat down. "Where's Gambit and Storm? Someone turn on the radio and see if anyone's mentioned any bank robberies or car thefts."

Jean laughed, but Rogue shot Bobby a dirty look. "Ah'm worried. They'd shoulda been here over an hour an' a half ago."

"Hey, speakin' of which. . . dry yer eyes, Rogue. Bonnie an' Clyde are here," Logan remarked.

Indeed, they were. Jean watched as the X-Men voted Most Handsome and Most Beautiful walked into the club, laughing with a back-and-forth banter that came easily to the two. Remy stood behind Ororo and helped her out of his oversized leather jacket, and the two made their way to the table. Gambit took his place beside Rogue, but Storm remained standing, greeting her friends with a dazzling smile. The attention of the room, which had once been on music and booze, had subtlety shifted to the tall, silver-haired black woman, who reached for and took Logan's bottle of beer from his hand and took a swig. (He shot her a dirty look, but said nothing -- she was probably the only person alive who could do so.) Her hair was windblown, and her blue eyes shone like sapphires in the darkness. Her dress fit her slim body like a glove; leather, blue, short and tight in all the right places. But one look at Storm let Jean -- as well as everyone else -- know exactly what had taken her and Gambit so long.

Betsy spoke of it first. "Storm. . . is that a tattoo?"

Sitting high on Storm's right breast was a large Chinese symbol.

"What t'hell?" Rogue exclaimed.

"Shouldn't that be covered up, Storm?" Bobby asked, trying to be as neutral as possible.

"That's not all that needs to be covered up," Logan muttered under his breath.

But Storm heard. "Something to say, Logan?" she questioned coldly.

Seven pairs of eyes were suddenly focused on Logan. Logan inhaled slowly, then let his breath out. "Whatever, Ro."

"I did not think so." Storm's hair swung behind her as she walked away.

Two women faced two different men, but asked the same question. "What did you do!?"

Gambit spoke first. "Chere, t'wasn't my idea! We were on our way here, an' we passed a tattoo parlor. Stormy's all like, 'Wait, Gambit, let us stop here,' an' before I knew it, she was titties out in the damn chair askin' for the Chinese symbol for the word 'storm!' "

"You let Storm get a tattoo?" Betsy asked dubiously.

"You watched her get that tattoo?" Rogue demanded to know.

"Storm was titties out?" Bobby questioned, a huge smile spreading across his face.

"Let her? Let her? She's a grown-ass woman; what d'ya mean, let her? No, dames, Gambit ain't t'blame fo' dat." Gambit lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. "She wanted a tongue ring, too, but I had t' talk her out o'dat." He leaned over to Bobby and whispered. "Tig ol' bitties. Size of watermelons." The two men exchanged a snicker. Logan growled loudly, and the laughing stopped.

"What's gotten into her, I wonder?" Betsy asked aloud.

Rogue turned to Bobby. "Whateva it is, Ah blame you, Mountain Man."

"Oh, you and every damn body else," Logan barked. Lately, it seemed that Logan and Ororo couldn't take two breaths without the whole X-House in their business. Everyone had a suggestion, a story, a reason why they knew her better than anyone else. Logan felt that if he heard one more person stop him in the hallway, he was going to scream. Loud.

He focused his attention on the dance floor. Ororo Munroe was the only woman he knew with enough balls to dance alone, but it hadn't been for long. In mere seconds, men had swarmed around her, and she danced in the center of a large circle. The closest one now had wrapped his arms around Ororo's waist, and they were swaying to a slow song. His mouth was close -- too damn close -- to her ear, and she was laughing. Jealousy washed over Logan like a tidal wave. If I can play this off just right, it won't show. . .

"Logan, your teeth are grinding," Warren quipped.

"Logan," Jean said quietly, "did you and Ororo break up?"

For the longest pause, Logan's eyes never left the dance floor. Finally, he replied. "No. . . but we had a fight. A stupid fight, that's all."

"An' yer too pig-head t'say yer sorry," Rogue injected.

"Just like men," Betsy added.

"What makes you think I'm wrong here?" Logan asked, irritated.

"Because your sittin' here pissed, and your girl is shaking her ass with the ex-linebacker of the New York Jets," Bobby sneered.

"Looking quite lovely, might I add," Warren said. Betsy elbowed him in the ribs, but Warren simply shook his head. "Hey, it's true. Lovely. Bootylicious, even."

"Oh, dear," Gambit suddenly groaned.

Immediately the X-Men turned to where Gambit was looking. Storm had left the dance floor and was trying to make her way back to their table, but the guy she was dancing with wouldn't let her arm go. He was a rather large man, and his weight bracing against Storm's forward motion didn't make for much of a struggle on his behalf. Logan gave a low growl, and in a flash, he strode across the club to where Storm and the man were standing. "Let her go, bub" he demanded, although Logan only stood chest level to the man's bulging ebony biceps, which read Kareem.

The man looked down at the short white man, and became highly, highly amused. "And who are you?"

"Does it matter who I am? I said let her go."

The man named Kareem laughed. "Look, squirt, me and the lady were only dancing, and she has the right to dance with whoever she wants -"

"It doesn't look to me like she wants to dance with you anymore."

"Logan --" Storm interjected.

"Take your hands off my girlfriend, now!"

"I'm dancing with a grown woman, and I don't think she needs Super Midget to come over here tryin' to rescue her --"

"Super Midget?" Logan repeated, his anger escalating to an extreme rage. "You better keep your hands off my woman, or you're gonna see how much damage this midget can do!"

"What's this? Some punk-ass runt tryin' to test my nuts?" Kareem stepped forward, and now he and Logan were standing with their chests touching.

"That's the last short joke I'll take off you!" Logan yelled, and he pushed Kareem with all his strength. Despite the man's size, he went flying, and smacked his head against a wall before sliding down.

"Logan!" Jean cried from the table. Bobby, sensing that the end was going to be slow in coming, grabbed Storm and pulled her to the table just as Kareem stood up. "I'm not gonna do this here," he declared. "Bring your punk ass outside!"

"Logan, no!" Storm screamed, grabbing for his arm. "This is insane! What are you trying to prove?"

"What, you think I can't take care of myself? Let go of my arm, Ro."

"Goddess, Logan, you are acting like a jackass!"

"I'm acting like a jackass!?" Logan raged. "I'm not the one here, all ass out and shaking it with somebody else!"

"Logan, why are you doing this!?"

Why am I doing this? "Logan --"

"What's the hold up, shorty? Bring your little ass out here!"

Shorty. Oh, yeah; he called me Super Runt. Logan shrugged Ororo's hand off his arm and headed outside. "Remy, Warren, Bobby," he called over his shoulder. "Take the girls home." And he was out the door without looking back.

*


Outside, it was still misting rain. It felt quite cool to Logan's forehead. Still, it wasn't enough to control the rage that was burning in his chest. He had seen her eyes when the big brute wouldn't take his hands off her, the friendliness turning to confusion, the confusion melting to terror. Logan felt his fists clench as he remembered standing close to her. Even for all her boldness, he could smell her fear, and it enraged him. This man, this. . . bastard had put his hands on Ororo. And now he was going to do something about it.

No sooner had he rounded the corner did he come face to face with Kareem. "Where's Sexual Chocolate?" he demanded, looking around. "I was hoping I'd get to bang her after I'm done fucking you up."

"Fuck me up, huh? Hey, why wait?" Logan asked, and connected his fist with the man's right jaw, sending Kareem sprawling. He was up in a flash, though, and his fist connected with Logan's nose. The pain shot through Logan's head and blurred his vision, but he fought on, determined. It seemed endless, with neither man falling.

"Logan!" he heard a voice from what seemed like nowhere. Warren Worthington III was walking toward the men with a silly smirk on his face. "Hello," he addressed the big man jovially. "I'm really sorry to break this up, but we have to get our Wolverine home and get him fed, bathed and put to bed before his girlfriend decides to leave him for good." Warren turned to face. "Let's go, Logan."

"Warren, don't tell me what to do," Logan growled, not taking his eyes off Kareem. Any movement and Logan was going to pounce. . .

"Logan! Geez, man, c'mon!" Bobby's voice echoed through the open alley. "It's cold out here, man, and my hair's getting wet."

"You're always cold!" Logan yelled.

"Logan, man," Remy walked up on Logan. "I hate t'be t'one t'break dis news t'ya, man, but as we t'girls were leavin, I heard Ororo say somet'in about burnin' up a teddy. The green one."

"Aw, NO!!!" Logan moaned. "Not the green one. . . damn! Are you sure?"

Warren nodded slowly. "You know how the women are once dey get started. I heard Jean encouraging Ororo to cut up her Victoria's Secret card."

"No, man, no!" Logan turned to Kareem. "I ever see you on the streets, it's on, man! I'm only doin' this for the green teddy!" And with that, the X-Men were off.



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