Fever Dreams
Chapter 10
by
Chris



Within the hour, Kiara had damped the fire in the little stove, closed and latched the shutter on the window and made sure that neither the elements nor maurauding animals would be able to get into the cabin while she was away. She pulled on the worn hooded parka Logan had noticed hanging near the alcove and, picking up her sack, stood in the center of the cabin. Looking around with a last, forlorn glance.

"Why do I feel like this is the last time I'm going to see my home?" Her voice was hushed, filled with that same apprehension he'd seen earlier on her face. Logan padded silently across the room to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he leaned in and gently kissed the nape of her neck.

"It'll be alright, Kiara - I promise. You'll be back.. *we'll* be back..." Logan whispered softly into her ear, as he felt some of the tension drain from her body. She leaned back into him, and nodded.

Reluctantly, Logan released her and they made their way to the open door. With a sigh, Kiara shut the door behind them and locked it. Logan had already taken the motorcycle outside, and strapped his own rucksack to the back. Taking hers from her hand, he quickly undid the straps and added it his. Once he was certain they were secure again, he swung a leg over the bike and held out a hand to her. A moment's hesitation and then her hand was in his, her body sliding into the small space on the bike between him and the gear. Despite the frigid temperatures, Logan felt his body temperature increase by a thousand degrees, at the sensation of her thighs pressed against the outside of his legs, of her arms slipping under his denim to wrap around his waist. Resting perilously low for concentration's sake...

"Alright, hold on." His voice sounded gruff, even to him, and he had to struggle against the sudden urge to pick her up off the bike and carry her right back into the damn cabin. Instead, he popped the clutch and the bike roared to life. Kiara's arms tightened around him for just a minute, and then relaxed as he carefully wove the bike through the trees along the deer run, and back to the road. Once they hit the highway, he opened the bike up, intent on getting as many miles behind them as possible before they stopped for the night. Kiara rested her head on his back, and he could feel the slight warmth of her breath before the cold wind wipping past chilled his skin again. As the miles flew by, he felt her arms relax further and one hand slid down to rest on the waist of his jeans. A groan escaped his lips and he turned his head back towards her.

"You want me to drive right off the road?"

"Oh.... sorry..." came the laughing reply, as the offending hand returned to a safer postion.

The damn night better hurry its ass up...

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The sky had barely begun to darken, when Logan finally pulled off the road and into the parking lot of a small inn that advertised food and lodging. His legs were stiff from being in the same position for so many hours and it felt good to climb off the bike and stretch. He heard a groan and then a laugh, and turned to face Kiara. She was still sitting on the bike, trying to straighten her own legs without wincing in pain. She looked up to see him watching her and laughed again.

"I think I'm frozen to the bike..." Logan laughed out loud and moved quickly to her side.

"Here, let me help..." Looping an arm underneath hers, he helped her to climb off the bike and supported her until the muscles in her legs had uncramped enough to make walking feasible. Of course, by that time, he didn't want to let go...

Kiara turned her head to face him, and for a moment, he felt himself drowning again in those eyes... Eyes that stared back up at him... the scent of warm spice growing ever stronger in the space surrounding them. Then Kiara's teeth started chattering and her body started to shiver and the moment was broken.

"God, I'm starved and I'm freezing!" Kiara managed to stutter out, as she shyly looked away and, with a chagrined smile, Logan led her into the warmth of the inn.

The inn held only a few patrons, but the air was saturated with the smell of good food and roasted meat, and Logan's mouth began watering before they'd barely passed the threshold. Kiara had her hood pulled up and her head down, to keep anyone from noticing the color of her eyes. From noticing she was a mutant... Logan steered them to a corner booth and motioned for the waitress as they sat down. As she wove her way through the tables towards them, he turned back to Kiara.

"What do you want?"

"I'd kill for a steak - rare. Oh, and a beer... haven't had one in a very long time..." Logan laughed at the wistful tone in her voice and turned to face the waitress.

"We'll have two steaks, rare, and two Molson's," he said, before the woman had even had a chance to speak. The waitress only laughed.

"Hungry, are you?" Logan looked at Kiara with a sly grin on his face.

"Yeah, you could say that..." The waitress simply laughed again and headed to the kitchen behind the bar, to place their order with the cook. The silence at the table grew, as Logan continued to stare at Kiara's bowed head.

"Will you PLEASE stop staring at me?" she finally giggled, twisting a napkin between her fingers.

"Can't help it..." Logan began, and Kiara raised her head to cut him off. Until her eyes locked on his, and her retort died on her lips. The laughter disappeared from her face, to be replaced by something darker. Intense need... At that moment, the waitress returned with their beers and placed them in front of them. Logan had to clear his throat before he could speak.

"How do we get a room here?" The waitress glanced at Kiara and then back at Logan.

"I'll just tell Tom at the bar - he'll see to it. Would that be one room or two, Mr.?" Her eyes twinkled as she looked at Logan's face and then back at Kiara's bowed head.

"One room. Mr. and Mrs. Logan." A giggle escaped Kiara's hood, and he had to kick her foot under the table, without laughing himself. The waitress nodded, what looked supsiciously like a grin on her face and left. Hand shaking slightly from the surge of hormones tapdancing along his nerves, Logan lifted the cold bottle to his lips and gulped down a third in one swallow. Kiara followed his actions, taking a considerably smaller swallow of her own, before placing the beer back on the table.

"God, that was good..." she sighed, eyes closed in enjoyment.

"It only gets better..." Logan whisperd softly, as he reached across the table to run a finger along the back of her hand. Kiara's eyes opened slowly, and she looked at him with what couldn't be mistaken for anything but desire. Her hand turned in his and soft, delicate fingers stroked across a callused palm. Logan's breath left him with a hiss, and he shot an impatient glance at the kitchen door.

"Where the hell are those steaks?" Kiara giggled at the pained sound in his voice, and her fingers curled around his. Fortunately, for both the safety of the inn's staff, and Logan's sanity, the waitress arrived shortly thereafter with their plates. Dinner passed in a blur, as they both set to eating without any more talk. Logan leaned back in his seat and watched as Kiara finished wiping her face with the napkin. Rising, he again held out his hand to her, and this time, there was no hesitation. Stopping at the base of the stairs that led to the second level, Logan spoke in a voice roughened by want.

"Wait here. I have to get the bags off the bike." Kiara nodded, and watched as Logan started to turn for the door. He hadn't gone two steps before he was back in front of her, his hand reaching up to grasp the back of her neck and pull her to him in a rough kiss. Breaking away, he looked at her and grinned. "Be right back..."

"Hurry..." Kiara whispered back, as she struggled to stand on suddenly weak knees. Logan just winked at her and then was out the door. She closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. Only to open them and find Logan standing in front of her again. She blinked in surprise. "That was quick..."

"Didn't want to keep you waiting," Logan smiled slowly, as he watched her body shiver to the unspoken meaning behind his words. "Tom says we're in room 3, at the end." Taking her hand in his, he led her up the stairs and down the hall. Unlocking the door, he kicked it open with his foot. "After you..." he said, letting Kiara precede him into the room. Following right behind her, he dropped the bags on the floor and shut the door behind him. Leaned against it for a minute, as he watched Kiara's eyes roaming the room, taking in the simple bed, the cotton sheets, the bare, but clean carpeting. Then he moved slowly to stand behind her.

"This has got to go..." he whispered softly, as he raised both hands to slide the hood from her head. To slide the parka from her shoulders, letting it fall forgotten on the floor. Kiara drew in a deep, shuddering breath, as his hands came to rest on her shoulders. Logan moved closer still, only bare inches separating them, and leaned down to bury his face in the hair at the base of her neck, one hand coming around her waist to rest, fingers spread wide, on her lower stomach. The warm, spicy scent of *her* inflamed his senses and he slowly ran his mouth down her neck with small nips and licks. Kiara groaned and leaned back into him. The sensation of her body pressing along the length of him brought a growl up from his chest and his lips locked on the sensative skin of her bared neck. Suckling until he could feel the heat rising off the flesh that meant there would be a mark there. *His* mark... A louder groan from Kiara, and her hips rubbed against him as a ripple traveled through her body. Now that, that was too much...

Logan's hands spun her around to face him and his mouth left a trail of kisses that ended in the hollow of her neck. One of his hands found it's way to tangle in her hair, as he bent her head back to expose even more of that beautiful stretch of skin... She moaned and leaned into him on wobbly legs. Without ever removing his lips from her neck, Logan steadily pushed her backwards, until she finally came to rest against the wall.

"Logan..." It was somewhere between a moan and a plea, and the sound of her harsh, throaty voice did things to Logan's insides that no woman ever had before.

"You have extra clothes in that sack?" The muscles of his throat were so tight, it was almost painful to speak.

"Yes... why?" Confusion in her voice, as she tried to get past addled senses.

"Just wanted to make sure you'll have something else to wear..." Logan grunted as the claws slid out of his right hand with a metallic snap. Easing away from her, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he slowly ran a single claw inside the front of her shirt. Watched those eyes close and that body shake, as he drew the claw down through the cloth with a tearing sound. Claws withdrawn, he leaned back in, his mouth resting next to her ear, as he ran a hand inside the ruined shirt to cup a breast. "I have wanted this all damn day..." he whispered, gently rolling the nipple between two fingers.

"Logan...please...." Kiara pleaded, as her body arched into his touch. He laughed softly into her ear.

"No... last time was too rushed.... I'm taking my time tonight..." Slowly, he drew the shirt down off her shoulders, baring her skin to the warm air of the room. Bent his head to take one nipple into his mouth as his fingers continued to tease the other. He could feel Kiara's breath coming faster and he smiled into her flesh. Released her breast to continue kissing a path down her stomach. Reached the waist of her pants... Claws snapped out once more... Once more, tattered cloth fell to the carpet...

On his knees before her, he spread his hands across each hip as he leaned it to flick out teasingly at the soft skin of her belly button. Swirled his tongue around to suck gently at the tender flesh, felt Kiara's body squirming underneath his hands. Felt her hands come up to grasp at his hair in desparation...

"Logan... I don't think I'm going to be able to stand up much longer..."

"Don't worry, baby, I've got you..." One arm pressed gently at her thighs, spreading her legs more. Both arms looped around behind the muscles of her thighs, until her weight was supported by his arms and shoulders... Bent his head again.. Tongue flicking out to sensitive flesh... much lower this time...

"Oh god..." Kiara moaned, as she threw her head back against the hard wooden wall. Fingers dug into Logan's scalp, as her hips writhed beneath his tongue. "Please.. . god...Logan... stop... I can't.... oh..." He ignored her pleas, instead moving a hand to slide a finger along her warm center. Her hips bucked at his touch and he chuckled low in his throat. Continued to flick his tongue across her dampness as a finger, then two slid inside her. Began to move them in time to the strokes of his tongue...

"Oh my god, Logan!!" she screamed, her head thrashing from side to side uncontrollably. With that scream, Logan could feel himself growing painfully close to losing control. But still he continued... this was something he *never* wanted her to forget...

Her body grew taught above him, and he could feel all of her muscles lock. Fingers tightened in his hair and didn't release. The sound that tore from her lips as her body shook was devoid of words... Still, he continued.... Continued until, once again she began to moan and writhe, senseless words spilling from a gasping mouth...

Only then did he stop. Rose up along the length of her body to take her head between his hands... To cover her mouth with his own, tongues entwining in a ferocious dance... His hands slipped down cup the backs of her thighs. Raised those legs to wrap around his waist as he slid into her... Grinding, thrusting, pushing... He felt her muscles tighten around him and he lost it. Tore his lips from her mouth and screamed into her hair with sweet release... Her voice joining his...

Exhaustion.... pleasant, mind-altering exhaustion... Logan wrapped his arms around Kiara, whose limp body was resting heavily against him. With a tender kiss on her lips, he lifted her up, her head lolling against his sweaty shoulder, eyes already closing in sleep. Walked to the bed on shaky legs of his own... slid the sheets back and laid her down... slipped in beside her, molding his body to hers... closed his eyes...and slept.



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