Goddess In A Blue Dress
Chapter 2: Green Teddies Calm Wolverines
by
stormfreak
"So what did y'all fight about?"
"Who says we had a fight?"
"Logan," Rogue replied smugly, like a childhood tattletale.
"I suppose," Storm answered, dabbling a white cream over her newly acquired tattoo, "that he did tell you that it was none of your business."
"Ouch," Betsy muttered under her breath.
"C'mon, Ro. You know we're not trying to pry or anything. We want to help," Jean interjected. She sat up on Ororo's large four-post bed. "You know we'd do anything to see you and Logan together."
"Even flirt with my man, Jean?" Storm asked quietly, keeping her back to Jean.
Jean let out a low sigh. "Ororo. . . when I flirt with Logan, it. . . it's just a game; I would never. . . "
Ororo held up her held. The thunder outside rumbled with her gesture.
Rogue leaned forward. "Uhh. . . Jeannie? Ah wouldn't go there right now if Ah were you. Ah think yer campaignin' fer an ass-whuppin, and from t'sound of that thunder, yer about t'get elected."
"You know Storm," Psylocke interjected quietly. "She aims to please. So," she called to the weather goddess, "now that we're out of the Black Orchid, maybe you can tell us what incited this road map that you call art on your breast."
"It is the Chinese symbol for the word 'storm,' you ignoramus," Storm stated coolly.
"Look, Lady Ice. I ain't nobody's igno-nothin' and rubbin' on dat dere tattoo's only gonna make it scab s'more." Rogue petted the bed in a gentle fashion. "Now, c'mon; be a nice Storm an' tell us why y'all we're havin' a fight. . . "
"Come on, Ororo," Jean called softly. "It'll still be there in the morning. It's one of those permanent things, you know."
Ororo gave an exasperated sigh, but after much egging found herself in their center of her plush and cozy bed. "Sooooo. . . " Betsy shot off first.
"So what?" Storm shot back, smiling wryly.
"What? You have a big blow-up with Wolverine, you're almost two hours late to the club, you rode in with Gambit of all people, and then you show up in a well-placed piece of blue leather and a tat on your titty? Nun-uh, not our weather goddess." Betsy rolled on her side, putting her face to face with Storm. "I wanna know what was said that had your skin tattooed as the end result?"
"What, are y'all getting' married or some shit?" Rogue questioned.
"Goddess, no!" Storm lay down, placing her head in Jean's lap. She gave a low sigh before continuing. "We were talking this morning and. . . he took a shot about the way I dress-"
"What's wrong with t'way ya dress?" Rogue demanded. "Ya dress jus' fine. Jus' fine!"
"He does not think I dress to appeal to his manhood," Storm scoffed.
"Fuck his manhood!" Psylocke shouted.
"Umm. . . she does, actually," a small voice called from the doorway. "My room's next to Wolvie's, and, well. . . consider his manhood fucked."
Jean, Rogue and Psylocke snickered loudly. "Jubilee, what is your reason for being here?" Storm inquired, highly exasperated and very embarrassed.
"Uhhh. . . the guys are here. Wolverine sent me up here to ask about a. . . green teddy." Jubilee had the decency to lower her head.
Three sets of wide eyes fixed on Storm, whose own eyes were blazing. She bounced off the bed. Striding over to her grand chest-on-chest drawers, she rifled through the top drawer, found what she was looking for, and hurled it at Jubilee's head. "Tell him he can keep it, for all I give a damn!"
Jubilee picked up tiny, green negligee. "Um. . . like, where's the rest of it?"
That did it. Rogue, Jean and Psylocke erupted in hysterical laughter. Jean psi-grabbed the teddy from Jubilee and brought it closer to the women for investigation. "Good night!" Rogue whooped. "Ah could fit this in mah back pocket! Ah could use this-- " she held up the bottom half with her pinky-- "tah floss mah teeth!"
"What is this, 'easy access?' " Betsy hooted.
"You would know, wouldn't you, Bets?" Jean took the teddy and reexamined it. "Well, Ro?" She stood up. "When are you gonna model it for us?"
Half a second later, she was on the ground, staring at Storm's cold face as she removed the teddy from her hand. "When you admit that you are a natural born flirt." She tossed Jubilee the nightie, which she caught. "Unless you'd like to join Mrs. Summers on the floor, be gone, you." Jubilee took one look at the dazed telepath on the ground, then left.
"Roooo?" Rogue drawled slowly. "Ya wanna talk about it, hon?"
"No, it was not my primary wish. Can we break up this pajama party so I can get some rest?"
"No, we cannot. I want to know who Logan think he is, talking about the way you dress!" Jean demanded.
Storm shrugged. "Maybe I should dress more like you, Jean. You seem to seduce Logan so well. I believe his exact words were, 'Why can't you dress more like Jean?' "
Rogue's eyes widened. "He told you that!?"
*
"You tol' her dat!?"
"What? I was jus' makin' a suggestion-"
"Aw, hell!" Remy shook his head. "No wonda she mad at you, homme!"
"Logan, my man," Bobby smirked, "you are definitely in the dog house. How are going to tell the woman you're dating to dress more like the woman you've been crushing over for as long as I can remember? I mean, how would you feel if she told you to dress more like Warren?"
"Hey," Warren muttered, "I'm not in this, at all."
"I'm just saying. Storm is Storm. Storm is not Jean. You want Storm to look like Jean, sleep with Jean. You've got much better odds that way."
"Watch it bub. 'Ro's my girl, an' everyone knows that."
"Look, homme," Remy interjected. "Stormy's like a soeur t'me. If you can't accept her fo' t'girl she is, den maybe you need t'find anotha girl. Besides, she dresses sexy fo' one night, an' you can't even stay in yo' chair fo' one night. You up an' fightin' in alleyways and whatnot."
"Ever hear of the expression, 'Be careful of what you wish for?' " Warren mused. "Well, you got what you wished for tonight. Was it worth it?"
Wolverine rubbed his nose. "I didn't fight 'cause of what 'Ro had on. That big bastard wouldn't take his hands off her. What was I supposed to do-- sit around like a little bitch while my girl got man-handled?"
"No one's saying that," said Bobby. "What we're saying is that if you want Storm to dress sexier, then you'd better prepare yourself for a lifetime of fighting in alleys. I don't think you've noticed it lately, but Ororo is a very attractive woman."
"I know that, Ice Bucket!"
"No you don't," Warren disagreed.
"She's always been exotic t'you," Gambit interjected. "Some kind of goddess wit' an earthly beauty. I'm tellin' you dat t'men out dere don' see her like you see her. Dey see her like you see Jean or Betsy or Rogue. She may not be sexy t'you, but she's damn sure sexy t'everyone else. You need t'open your eyes, homme, befo' anotha man does." With that, the three men stood up and left Logan to be alone with his thoughts.
*
"Wolvie?"
He was sitting in his room, staring out of a window when Jubilee entered. "What is it, kid?"
"Storm told me to give you this," she replied, and dropped a small piece of green cloth in his lap and left.
Logan knew what it was before he looked down. It was the teddy-- THE teddy. The forest green teddy that he loved so much. It was the one he had shuffled around a Victoria's Secret store scowling at saleswomen to buy for her birthday. He hadn't a clue about her size, but when he saw the silk negligee with its matching robe and slippers, he knew it was perfect. He remembered the look of shock on her face when she opened the pink and white box, the tears that sprang to her eyes. It was the first night he told her he loved her, and it was the first night he proved it to her.
What had stunned him was the morning after. Not finding her in his bed, he had gone downstairs to find her at the table with the rest of the X-Men, adorned in the silk green slippers and the short robe to match. The robe was riding high on her thigh, her hair was tousled in a post-coital manner, and her eyes sparkled. Logan knew he had to be with her forever then.
He rose and walked up the stairs that led to her attic bedroom. She was sitting on the window ledge, her bare back to him. Her hair, white as snow, was hanging down her back, making for a suitable cover for her nudity. She lifted a well-toned arm and ran it through her hair, making it shift, then stand still. "Ro?" he called softly.
"I do not wish to speak to you, Logan," she responded curtly.
"Ro. . . I wish you would."
She turned around then, fully naked in the moonlight and largely unashamed. "Talk. Quickly."
Wolverine sighed. "Ro, when I said what I said this morning, I didn't mean it like that. I was just sayin', y'know, you have such a fabulous body. Why don't you show it off?"
"Why should I show off my body? I am not Jean, or Betsy, or Rogue. I get no satisfaction from having men ogle me. Men have ogled me my entire life." She waved her hand impatiently.
"Yeah, but-"
"But nothing. If you do not like the way I dress, you can go to hell."
Logan tried not to smile. "I never said I don't like the way you dress." Logan walked closer to Ororo. "It's just that I know how good you look under all those layers you wear-"
"That's right!" Ororo yelled. "YOU know! You know! You are the only one who needs to know! You are my boyfriend, Logan. I am not going to parade around in hot pants and a halter top just so you can get nudged in the ribs and told how good your girl looks! I don't dress for your damned ego! I dress for me! And if I want to wear a short dress to go clubbing, or if I want to get a tattoo, I think I should be able to do so without my man acting like a jackass!"
"You're right. I think we've already acknowledged that."
"Well... good!" Ororo folded her arms, exasperated.
Logan smiled. Ororo was darling when she was frustrated. "I didn't mean t'hurt your feelings. You're the sexiest X-Woman we've got an' I think everyone here knows it. Seems like I was the last one to get the e-mail. But in case anyone asks, let the record shows that I love you just the way you are."
Ororo rolled her sky-blue eyes, and her hands flew to her hips. "Thank you, Billy Joel."
"No prob. Still mad, darlin'?"
Ororo sighed, rather loudly. "No. You know I cannot stay mad at you long." A small smile curved across her lips. "Super Runt."
Logan laughed and embraced her. "You love this super runt," he murmured. "An' I love you, Miss Munroe."
"You only love me because you are eye level with my breasts."
"Hey, every little thing helps," he laughed. He kissed her new tattoo gently, then swooped her up and carried her to her bed.
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