Chapter 1: Heavenly Heat
Sanguinius 'Sunny' Xavier-Stark stood in the cluttered art studio of the Institute, her towering ten-foot frame hunched over a canvas as if she could hide her celestial glow by sheer willpower. Her molten sunlight hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the late afternoon light, and her white-gold wings twitched irritably, knocking over a jar of paintbrushes for the third time that day. She sighed, a sound like a harp string snapping, and muttered, 'Why do I even bother with mortal hobbies? I’m a walking disaster.'
The door creaked open, and in strode Logan, the gruff Wolverine himself, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder, a cigar dangling unlit from his lips. His dark eyes flicked over her, lingering on the way her soft fur-lined apron clung to her curves despite her otherworldly height. 'Damn, Sunshine,' he growled, a smirk tugging at his mouth. 'You look like a goddess playin’ house. What’s the damage today? Resurrected any paint thinner?'
Sunny rolled her golden eyes, flecked with crimson, and straightened up—accidentally smacking a shelf with her wing and sending a cascade of sketchbooks to the floor. 'Hilarious, Logan. If I had a nickel for every time you mocked my miracles, I’d buy you a personality transplant. What do you want? I’m busy failing at normalcy.'
He stepped closer, unfazed by the chaos, his boots crunching on spilled charcoal. 'Just checkin’ in. Heard you purified the damn pool again. Kids are callin’ it holy water now. You’re a menace, darlin’.' His voice dipped, rough and teasing. 'But I ain’t complainin’. Makes a man wonder what else you could bless.'
Her luminous skin flushed a faint gold, and she crossed her arms, glaring down at him with a mix of exasperation and amusement. 'Keep dreaming, furball. My blessings don’t come cheap, and you couldn’t handle the divine fine print. Now, are you here to help clean up, or just to ogle the walking apocalypse?'
Logan chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, and leaned against a table, his gaze never leaving hers. 'Oh, I’m oglin’, alright. But I’m also thinkin’ you need a break from playin’ saint. How ‘bout you and me sneak off somewhere your wings won’t break half the damn mansion? I got a few unholy ideas to balance out all that purity.'
Sunny’s lips twitched into a smirk, her dry humor cutting through the tension like a blade. 'Unholy ideas from you? Shocking. What’s next, Logan, you gonna confess your sins? I warn you, I’m a terrible priest—too much empathy, not enough judgment.' But her voice softened, a hint of curiosity sparking in her tone as she stepped closer, her height casting a shadow over him. 'Fine. Distract me. But if you think I’m some delicate flower to be plucked, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m the one who does the smiting around here.'
His grin widened, all teeth and trouble, as he reached out to brush a strand of her glowing hair behind her ear, his calloused fingers lingering just a second too long. 'Smitin’, huh? I like the sound of that. Let’s see how hard an angel can hit when she’s riled up. Or… how wet she gets when she’s tempted.'
Her breath hitched, just for a moment, and her wings flared slightly, sending a gust of warm air through the room. She leaned down, her face inches from his, her voice a sultry whisper laced with challenge. 'Careful, Logan. Tempt an angel, and you might burn. But if you’re so eager to play with fire, let’s see how long you last before you’re sweating and panting at my feet.'
Their eyes locked, the air between them crackling with unspoken heat, her divine aura clashing with his raw, feral energy. His hand slid to her waist, gripping the edge of her apron, pulling her just close enough that she could feel the hard line of his body through his shirt. Her own pulse quickened, a forbidden thrill racing through her as she realized how much she wanted to push this further—how much she craved to see him break under her touch, to feel him hard and desperate against her. The studio seemed to shrink around them, the scent of paint and cigar smoke mixing with the electric promise of something explosive about to ignite.
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