Drowning
The Sequel
by
Dark Ferret
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, so please don't sue me.
NOTE: Yes folks, there is such a thing as liquid latex. 'Nuff said.
It was practically dawn and I hadn't slept a wink. Not that it mattered much to me anyway. Beast had asked me to do something about the god-awful sound the vent system was making, but I could do that after lunch. My only regret was missing out on an early workout. Before everybody showed up, the place was just for Marie and me. It was hard to keep on task with those outfits of her, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.
I look over and grin. The faint smell of chlorine was still in the room, but it was mingled with the smell of sex. It was several weeks since she first invited me on one of her little swims. Damn, that was something else. Eventually it became a habit, we went almost every other night. It was hard to get going the next day, but it was definitely worth it.
I actually learned how to float, which was an accomplishment in itself when you weight four times what a normal guy would. I was nowhere near swimming though, but that was mostly because we tried very little swimming. As a matter of fact, we barely got out of the shallow end.
Smiling again, I shift slightly to scratch my stomach. I was wearing an all body stocking that itched when it got hot. I know everybody wondered how we manage, with her skin and all, but they would be surprised at how little it mattered. Initially she wore these lacy tight stocking things, but after a while, something occurred to me. She shouldn't have to worry about her skin all the time. So we sorted through a dozen sex toy catalogues, and found something for me instead. To be perfectly honest, it felt odd at first. But the tradeoff was seeing Marie completely naked a whole lot more. In the moonlight, Marie's skin was pale and flawless. She had spent too many years hiding from the world. I wanted to give her freedom, even if I looked like an idiot.
I scratched again, debating whether or not I should walk over to the thermostat, when Marie turned over onto her back and regarded me through sleepy eyes.
"Why ahre yah still up sugah?"
The covers had twisted around her waist, so she was struggling to untangle them. Her skin was definitely something I could never get enough of.
"Nothing babe, go back to sleep." I went to stroke her hair, but she sat up, rubbing her eyes and smiling softly.
"Yah hot aren't yah."
It was more of a comment than a question. Still looking sleepy, she swung her legs out her side of the bed and walked to other side of the room - completely naked. Leaning over slightly, she turned up the air. She then sauntered over with a smile and settled into my arms. Her messy hair fanned out on my shoulder and her breasts pushed up against my side. Still smiling hazily, she traced a line down my chest with her fingernail. Instantly aroused, I closed my eyes and growled, "Marie." It was more of a warning than anything else.
Logan didn't get around to fixing the venting until late in the afternoon. Storm had predicted snow, so I was bringing him a cup of coffee up to the roof. Dirty and greasy, he was kneeling amid a bunch of tools and parts that looked like they could never fit together again. He must have smelled me coming because he looked up and wiped his hands on a rag.
"Hey sugah, ah have something fer yah."
Grinning like a fool, he went to take the mug from my hands. "Thought you had enough for one day."
Faking an indignant gasp I pulled it away from his reach and placed it on the ledge. "That is no way ta talk tah ah lady."
Walking towards me slowly, he backed me up into the wall and placed two hands on either side of my face.
"Logan, if yah dare touch meh wit those hands, Ah'll."
"You'll what?" challenging me to make a move, he just grinned.
Searching my head for a suitable punishment, I did the only thing I could think of, I grabbed him by the belt loops and pulled his hips to mine. Feeling my way up his chest with my gloved hands, I watched his face tighten in anticipation. Closing his eyes he breathed me in deeply, I knew he could smell my desire and it was enough to drive him crazy.
'Yah right, Ah've had enough fer one day."
Watching his eyes snap open, I burst out laughing and slipped out under his arm. Growling and calling me a tease, he went after me, but stopped short when Scott cleared his throat from the stairway.
"I just came to make sure you two lovebirds were coming to dinner." It was hard to read the expression on Scott's face. It was a cross between excitement and panic.
"Sure, One-eye I'm almost done." Giving me a hard look, Logan turned back to Scott who smiled tightly and left. It was kind of odd watching them being civil to each other, but I guess they had to grow up sometime. Still lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed Logan come up from behind me. He growled and tackled me to the ground, tickling me unmercifully until I begged him to stop. By then I was completely filthy, but I think he did it on purpose. He loved watching me shower.
A few hours later, Marie and I joined the others in the formal dining room. We were a little late, but that was mostly because I practically lived in Marie's room now, so naturally everything took longer to do. The others had started eating already, so I just dug in too. Looking over at Marie chatting away with Storm, I was struck by how much happier she was. It seemed like an eternity since she passed out crying in my arms on the jet. She wanted to die so badly, and I had never been so scared in my life.
By the end of the meal, Scott and Jean had announced they were pregnant. It was not really a shock for anyone since they had been married for almost two years, but it was still great news. I brought out my best stash of Cuban cigars while the younger boys brought out the liquor. Banned to the game room by the women, the men all gathered for a smoking party, while the women fussed and fawned over Jean somewhere else.
Later, when Scott could be tortured no further, I made my way to Marie's room already sober. She was at her desk, scribbling furiously. Coming up behind her, I nuzzled her cheek but was quickly pushed away.
"Ewwww, Lo-gan yah smell like ah chimney."
Giving up, I threw myself on the bed and asked her what she was doing.
"Ah'm in charge of decoratin fer Jean's baby showah, Ah'm makin ah list of things ah'll need." Smiling widely, her eyes glimmered with excitement.
Leaning back I placed my hands under my head and regarded her quietly. She went on and on about baby names, and baby clothes and baby this and that until it was pretty obvious I had zoned out. Flinging her pencil at me she drew her eyebrows together,
"Shit, Logan yah not listening ta ah word Ah'm saying!"
Did I ever tell you she was cute when she was exasperated? Yes she was, and it always made me grin. However, doing so always made her angrier, which usually meant I was in for it.
"I was just thinking." I knew it would be best to just keep quiet, but damn, I loved taking risks.
Eyeing me suspiciously, her curiosity eventually got the better of her, "About whaht?"
The corners of her mouth were starting to curve upward at the edges, so I proceeded cautiously.
"I was thinking maybe the black one."
Well, here I was, walking through the snow, holding hands with Marie. She was still yaking about Jean's baby, but occasionally looked up at me to see if I was paying attention. I nodded and yeahed my way through the conversation, until we reached the pool house. Pulling out the chain around her neck, Marie unlocked the doors and stepped inside.
It was the same chain that held my dog tags. She had kept them for years, and added the pool key just recently. I knew it meant a lot to her, having them both around her neck and under her clothes most of the time. At first it was hard for me to see them. It was a constant reminder of our past; the morning I gave them to her and promised to return, the night I asked for them back while she cried, the day I found her with someone else and left them and years later when I realized she still had them. It was hard to forget, but I guess that's also why she kept them around her neck. They were a reminder of where we came from.
Locking the door behind us, I let Marie lead me in. Taking off her boots and coat slowly, she stood before me in her black two piece. The air was humid, but her cheeks still looked flush from the cold. She was absolutely amazing. Smiling, she approached me and slid my jacket off my shoulders. I had no shirt on so she moved gloved hands down my chest and slowly unbuckled my jeans. Marie was always incredibly close when she took my clothes off, but the danger was part of the excitement. All I wanted was to press her up against a wall and take her, but I closed my eyes and steadied my breath instead. I growled as she pushed my jeans along with my boxers down to the tiled floor.
Finally stepping back, she took out the bottle we brought along. I kicked off my boots and stood before her. Using all my self-control, I clenched my jaw as she slowly spread the liquid latex over my body. It was a slightly yellow colored, but in the dim pool, the only lights came from under the water. In a matter of minutes, it dried to form an incredibly smooth and silky latex barrier. Acting like a kind of full body condom, it allowed us to touch and explore without worry. Growling against her careful exploration of my body I held her hands and helped her along.
Eventually our hands moved over to Marie's body. I smoothed the liquid latex under her bathing suit and over her breasts. Moaning slightly, she urged me on with a smile. I did just that, taking my time over all her curves. After a few minutes the gel began to solidify like wax. Marie moved away from my reach, slightly out of breath. Smiling in her shy and seductive way, she walked over to the pool and jumped into the deep end. I followed of course, using a careful paddle, holding a square foil in between my teeth. Laughing at me she told me to catch her. I laughed too because there was no way I could keep up. Marie was literally swimming in circles around me. But in a careless moment, she came too close and I lunged at her, catching her hand. Grabbing her by the waist I pulled her close. The white streaks in her hair, were clinging to her neck and I move to kiss them. No doubt feeling my hardening erection, she gasped softly and closed her eyes. The latex was set, and I couldn't wait any longer.
Starting in the soft spot above my collar bone, Logan trailed kisses down to my breasts. Unable to do anything else, I held onto his neck, feeling the sinews of his muscles flex and stretch. He was amazingly talented and I for one, couldn't wait forever. Kicking with my strong legs, I pulled us into the shallow end. Finally able to maneuver, Logan circles my waist with his hands and plants me firmly on the tiled steps above him. Looking down at his wild black hair slicked back, I can't help but think of how lucky I was. He was beautiful, and all mine.
In four feet of water I was definitely in more control. Pulling the triangles of fabric to the side, I worshipped Marie's flesh with my hands and mouth until I felt a jolt run through me. Her hands were busy working my erection, and I whispered the one thought on my mind, "I love you, Marie."
Stopping momentarily, Her face hovered over mine, and I ached to be able to kiss her. Sensing my thought she plants a kiss on a latexed finger and brings it to my lips. "Ah know, Ah love yah too."
Smiling ruefully, I press into her, feeling her legs wrap around my waist. Slowly, I enter her, watching her every facial movement in response. Growling, I work into her while she clings to the steps. She is bathed in blue reflective light and her soft moans echo through the wide-open building. For a moment I am reminded of the nightmares that tormented me once. In the dream her voice would also hang in the air, first calling my name, then
Chilled to the bone, I pause and close my eyes, trying to shake the image of her bleeding and scared. Sensing my hesitation, Marie immediately moves to hold me. It is something I haven't thought of in a long time, but the memory hurts so much. Cooing soft words into my ear, Marie holds me. I don't hear her words, but I know their meaning. They are the same words I tell her when she losses her temper in a blind rage of self-destruction. It occurs to me that we do a fair job of keeping each other sane. Opening my eyes, I look into hers and steal a quick kiss. Shocked by my boldness, Marie smiles,
"Yah must have ah death wish."
"Maybe."
Holding her waist tighter in the chest high warm water, my body wakes up to the fact it is holding a beautiful woman. Feeling my interest Marie, hops down from the steps and presses me to take her place. Grinning like a fool, I comply. I'm not one to argue when she takes charge. Settling over me, Marie presses down. Within moments she is bouncing happily in my lap, while I hold onto her jiggling breasts. Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on not coming until she does, and when she does, damn! She almost broke the metal in my arms with her grip. Like I've said before, healing factors come in handy with my girl.
Slipping Logan's dog tags and pool key around my neck, I steal a glance in his direction and notice him staring at me.
"Whaht?"
"Nothing." He looks down, buckling his jeans and putting on his jacket. Without a shirt on, he looks incredibly hot.
"Nothin mah ass, whaht ahre yah thinking."
Curiosity was a weakness of mine. And he knew it. I slipped on my boots and cloak, carefully buttoning up because I had nothing on under it. Logan took a minute to respond and I could tell it was definitely not what he was thinking.
"Just thinking you need a new bathing suit." So he noticed.
Offering a rueful smile I meander my way over to him and held his hand with my gloved one. We had taken the latex off.
"Ah yah asking meh ta go shoppin, cause if yah ahre.."
"No, forget it, you don't need a bathing suit to swim." Stuffing the little black triangles of fabric into his jean pocket, he walked to the door and waited for me with a fake frown. He couldn't stand shopping.
"So that's whaht yahr callin it now?"
Giggling brightly at his amused expression, I closed the pool house door behind us. He pulled me close to him, laying an arm around my shoulders. My hair was partially dry, but it was still chilly, so I put my hood on and wrapped my purple scarf on tighter. Shuffling through the snow, we walked back to the Mansion in silence. We were both content and sleepy and I was aching to be in bed. Reaching the door, I pulled off my glove and started to punch in my access code.
"Marie, "
I turned to look at Logan. He stared at me with a strange expression, but it was freezing, so I urged him on as I fiddled with the keypad to open the door.
"Whaht is it sugah?"
"Marie, I love youand I want to marry you."
Halfway through my code, I stopped and turned. Logan's face was so tense, I swear I could almost hear the metal strain.
"Marie, I'm asking if you'll marry me?"
He had taken a ring out of his jean pocket and held it out. It was not a clear diamond, instead it glimmered a pale blue. The light danced in it like water.
My expression must have been equally priceless, because he raised an eyebrow in concern, "Marie?"
Hearing my name again, I snapped out of my shock and let out a breath. Holding a hand to my chest I whispered the only answer I had.
"Yeah, Ah will."
Grinning widely, Logan looked relived. "I thought for minute you would say no, I've had this ring for months. I was just scared to ask."
Taking my left hand, he tugged at the glove and let it fall to the snow. Slipping the ring carefully onto my finger, he stepped back and smiled at me.
"How could Ah say no, it's ahll Ah've evah wanted, Logan."
Grinning ear to ear, Logan moved my thin purple scarf over my lips and kissed me passionately. Leaning against the backdoor, we clung to each other, temporarily forgetting the cold and allowing ourselves to drown in our love for each other.
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