Miranda turned to find Heather standing next to her, looking stunningly gorgeous in a narrow black skirt that fell just below her knees, slit almost t... mid-thigh, strappy heels, and a sheer blouse that just hinted at flawless skin underneath. Miranda nearly swooned at the sight. The stares from people milling about outside were not lost on Miranda, and she felt genuinely privileged to be seen with someone so classically beautiful. Heather had the sort of timeless look that skipped fads and. Logan clenched his fists, looking at her. He still wanted to shove her away, get up and run as he always had in the past. Bear his own pain, forget about other people. But now, thanks to all they had shared, he knew he could not do that again. And also, he knew he shouldn't. Not when this woman was next to him, willing to share what troubled him now."St..." he began, then shook his head. Reaching out, he put his hand on her shoulder. "Ororo."She turned and looked at him. "What?"He coughed, then. " You know, for years I wanted it to be me. I wanted you to fall for me the way I did for you." He looked up at her, she was smiling. "But I've seen the way you look at her, I've seen the way you are when she's gone." She leant down and kissed him softly. Her fingers threaded through his hair and he pulled her to sit on his knee holding her close and deepening the kiss. She moaned softly before pulling back and staring into his bright green eyes. "But if its OK with you sir I'm going to dye my. The goon had an almost feral smile now. Fletcher walked behind his desk. “Ok now? Clothes off.”“Wait.”“What? You said you’d undress after your five minute powwow.”“No, sir, I said we needed time to discuss this between ourselves. Now that I have a complete picture—well, not complete but perhaps a sightly better one—I know what we need to make this work maybe a little better; at least for six of us. The other two are much more complicated.”“Are you trying to negotiate? There’s no negotiation,.