Logan didn't waste any more time with the teasing. He wasn't gentle, his mouth pressed hard against hers as he practically crushed her body against his. He pulled back only for a moment, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth before moving in for a renewed kiss. The bruising, oh-my-god-finally intimacy of it made it slightly clumsy, and there was a small slip further into the water with her, sending a small shiver down his back.
Ororo wasn't Jean, and Logan didn't care. Ororo was the unassuming one who was always at his side, where they flirted with the knowledge that nothing would come of it, where they didn't take one another the least bit seriously. She was the steady friend, the strong woman who didn't let her emotions out of control for fear of causing a thunderstorm or blizzard by accident. She didn't do shit like this.
---At least, Logan didn't think she did shit like this. For once he wasn't too unhappy that he was dead wrong.