Balance of Power
Chapter 1
by
D'Jean
Disclaimer: Lena = mine, Logan = Marvel's
How's that saying go? Pride goeth before a fall? Well, I'll be the first to admit I been feeling pretty damn proud of myself. I just don't know if I'd say I was falling. No, I take that back. I know I'm falling. I just ain't quite convinced that it's such a bad thing. It's mostly just a game with us. See who bends first. I suppose it could get out of control but for now, it's all in fun. Like right now, we're about to have a whole lot of fun . . .
Have to hand it to her. She's trying. She's not gonna succeed but she's giving it her best. Bra goes on and I kiss her and pop the catch. Panties go up and the jeans go on and I take her in my arms. When I let her go, she's naked as a jaybird again. She gets exasperated when I work her panties off with my teeth for the second time.
"Logan! You're gonna make me late for my meeting!"
"Ain't gonna make you late. I'm gonna make you miss it."
"Logan!" She swats at my head with an open hand. I duck it.
"I'm serious, darlin. You'll save yourself a lotta trouble if you just cancel the meeting now."
"You aren't gonna be happy 'till I'm completely addicted to this are you?"
"Until? Ya mean you ain't there yet? Oh Lena, you'd best just get back in this bed right now. 'Parently I missed somethin'." I pull her down onto my chest and wrap my arms around her. She struggles a bit. As if that's gonna help her. Something about having a beautiful naked woman squirming in my arms doesn't exactly incline me to let go. She gives in when she realizes she's only adding fuel to the flames. "That's a girl, darlin." She's spooned up against me now, skin to skin from the tips of our toes to the tops of our heads. When I speak, it warms the back of her neck. She arches into me like a cat, stretches a bit and cuddles back in.
Now the trick of the next part is all in the delivery. Gotta pitch my voice low enough that it rumbles through my chest and right up her spine. Gotta get my breath warm enough and send it across her ear at a steep enough angle to get some of it into ear and the rest stirring the hair around it. It's more difficult than blowing a note off the top of a bottle but it's a hell of a lot more rewarding.
"What's this Lena?" I trail a finger along her shoulder.
"It's my shoulder, Logan."
"Nope."
"No?"
"Nope, it's mine, for today, for right now. The shoulder and the whole rest of ya, for today, it's all mine." I nip at her shoulder with a fang. "Don't worry I'll take good care of it." My hand can't really be trusted this close to Lena. It's already finished with her shoulder and moved on to her chest. Not that I mind; she certainly doesn't.
"You are . . . ummm . . . absolutely . . . unnhh . . . incorrigible."
"C'mon Lena, let me play." I purr into her ear. "Ya won't regret it." I lean over her and punch up the extension on the intercom.
//"Forge, here."//
"Hey Forge it's me Lena. I can't make the 9:00 today. Can we reschedule for later tod"
I take one of her breasts halfway into my mouth.
"Um better make that tomorrow."
//"Sure Lane, I'll see you tomorrow then."//
Score one for me. I reach over and flip the intercom back off. Then I get back to business.
"Hoohooo, that tickles . . . Okay Logan, I guess you got me for the rest of the day. What do you want to do with me?"
"Lot's o' things, darlin'." I pull her up into a sit, so I can look into her eyes. I got a feeling she's gonna bolt when I tell her what I wanna do. "Now what's this craziness I hear about you not bein' able to make yourself feel good?"
She ducks her head away from mine and blushes so hard I can feel the heat come up in her skin. But at least she don't bolt. I keep telling myself that one of these old days, she's gonna figure out she can't hide from me. Sometimes I wonder 'though. I'm beginning to think of that pointy little chin of hers as a handle. A tug and I've got her attention again. "Hey, I didn't tell ya, you could look away."
"Sorry, I just . . . it's just embarrassing."
Right, that's what I thought. Better nip this in the bud. "Lena, I don't want you to be embarrassed about any of this. That's real important to me. You understand?"
Nope, she don't, not a bit of it. I can tell by the cute way her forehead is crinkling up. Sometimes I'm tempted to talk nonsense just so I can see her face scrinch up like that. Not this time. I take a good second to come up with the next words because I do want her to understand.
"You can't be ashamed of yourself in front of me. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide anything. If you do that, it's gonna make things bad between us and I want it to always be good." I take her hands up in mine. "Do you trust me, Lanie?"
She nods and then, real quiet she says, "Yeah."
"Close your eyes." Well, she closes them but she's still nervous. Guess I'd better make this worth her while. I get behind her so she's sitting between my legs and resting against my chest. I lean forward and she goes with me. I take her hands into mine and guide them over her legs. "Now you're a lucky little girl 'cause your skin is pretty much sensitive everywhere. You're almost as bad as me. Take these ankles fer instance." I run her fingers along the insides of her ankles. A little giggling sigh comes spilling out of her and I can tell she's relaxing. We spend some time exploring her legs, outsides of her calves, backs of her knees, insides of her thighs. Now she's starting to get into it. She gets upset when I pull her hands away from her just when she thinks she's gonna go for the good bits. "Not yet, darlin'. We got the whole top of you to work on still."
She whimpers but she doesn't fight me. We trace little circles on her stomach with our fingers. I show her how to make it tickle and how to make it not tickle. Then we make our way up to her breasts and I show her how the backs of her fingernails against her skin feel different than her fingertips. I can feel her sink back into me as the tension melts away from her. I take her fingertip and mine into my mouth and swirl my tongue around them both. Then I put her finger up to one of her nipples and I take the other. Her head falls back against my shoulder and I can feel her breath getting more ragged as her heart speeds up. She's definitely getting into this. "Yeah, see how it feels different when it's wet? And when it's wet, you can do this." I blow across her chest and she giggles and squirms. "So what do you think, are you ready to go solo?
"Uh huh."
"Okay, but I still don't want you touching down between your legs yet."
"Awww."
"Hey, whose day is this anyway?"
"It's yours, Logan."
"That's my girl."
Now I can play with her hair, which I've been wanting to do since we started this little exercise. Girl has the softest hair you can imagine, like washed silk. I comb my fingers through it, careful not to tug at any tangles, and pull it away from her neck. Then I feather it down over her shoulders and that gets me one whole body shiver and a couple of nice moans. Lanie sure makes interesting noises when she's enjoying herself. Can't wait to see what she does next because I'm going for her neck and she's got a real sensitive neck.
With teeth as sharp as mine are, I've gotta be pretty careful about how I use them. I put just enough pressure behind the bite to let her know what I'm up to and she gets good and still. Now I can play with her throat for a while. I work my tongue over the tendons of her neck and the bones of her shoulder and she's getting to be just about where I want her to be. Her hands start moving down her front again, tracing the curve of her hips. She's still enjoying herself but there's a desperate edge coming into the noises she's making. She's starting to lose control and I'm not too far behind her. I am, however, far enough behind her to notice what she's up to. I catch her hand just as she's going for the goods. I wish to hell I could tape the noise she makes. It's amazing, somewhere between a whimper and a growl.
"Hey now Lena, you know that's off limits."
"Please Logan?"
"Please Logan, what?"
"I . . . can't say it."
"Can't have it if you can't ask for it. You gotta be able to ask me for anything you want. I promise you, if you can ask for it, I'll give it to you." My lips are close enough to brush her ear as I speak. "Tell me what you want, darlin'"
"I . . . want to touch myself."
"You already are touching yourself."
"I want to . . . oh please, Logan?"
"Can you show me?"
"If you let me move my hand."
"Okay, go ahead and show me." Her hand is shaking a little bit but she does alright.
"Here now Lanie, don't just go straight for it. There's a whole mess of nerve endings down there and the skin's real thin. You don't wanna get yerself raw. Let's back up." I take her middle finger and mine into my mouth. Then I take her on a tour of the territory. "See, don't that feel good?"
"Ummmmm."
"Yeah, 'Ummmmm,' exactly right. Just about anything you do down here is gonna feel good. So just take your time and enjoy it, darlin'."
Soon she's built up into a rhythm and I can feel the muscles in her legs tensing up. I tense my legs around hers to give her something to push back against. She's shaking and moaning and her hand is going like a jackhammer. Everything stiffens except for the hand. Then, real slow, her hips start to sway and she starts to moan and mutter. I think she's telling me just exactly what she thinks about all this and exactly what she's feeling at the moment but it's kinda hard to tell. And I've set up a cheering section of my own, telling her all about how pretty she is and just how crazy I'm going from watching her. Her head's thrown back against my shoulder and she's biting her lip. Her hips slowly lift off of the bed as she arches into what she's doing. Suddenly, she's rocking and shaking and making the most amazing sounds I've ever heard and she's got the prettiest look of contentment on her face. If I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my life, I sure as hell can't remember it at the moment.
"Good God, Lena, you are wonderful."
"Did I do okay, Logan?"
"You did great, sweet thing. You did just fine. Did it feel good?"
"Oh yeah, wow, I can't believe I just did that. That was so . . . and I felt . . . and you're so good . . . and oh wow. I feel so good." She leans forward and stretches her whole body like a happy cat and cups herself back into my chest.
"Perfect, that's just how I wanted you to feel." I brush all of the hair off of her face. As I kiss her cheek, a growl starts up in her stomach. Damn, I forgot all about food. "Well Lanie, much as I like to stay here all day kissin' your cheek, we better get you somethin' to eat. I did promise to take good care of you today and leaving you starving don't qualify as good care in my book. What do ya say we get cleaned up and I'll take you out for breakfast?"
"Steak and Eggs?"
"If that's what you want."
"Okay, I'm gonna go jump in the shower."
"No you ain't."
"What?"
"It's still my day."
"You don't want me to wash myself?"
"Nope."
"Logan, I smell like . . . God, I don't even know. Nothing good, that's for sure. "
"You smell like a Texas bordello the morning after the big game. I didn't mean that you weren't gonna get clean, I just meant that you wouldn't be the one doin' the washin'. C'mon." I pull her up out of the bed and lead her to the bathroom. "You ain't never been in here before, have you?"
She eyes me suspiciously. "What have you got in there?"
"Oh the usual, a stretching rack, an iron maiden, couple cat o'nine tails, -oof-. Hey, I don't think you're allowed to hit me on my day."
"I just did."
"You wanna get breakfast or don't ya?" She narrows her eyes but she don't sass me back. I open the bathroom door and motion to her, "In."
"Good Lord, Logan, how did you get this set up?"
"I paid for it. Last time the mansion got trashed, I had the contractors build me a real bathroom. Sit down on the bench." I start getting the sprayer to the right temperature.
"This is really nice."
I look up to notice that she's walked over to the Japanese-style tub in the corner. She already has the lid off and she's checking the water. I hit her in the behind with a shot of water from the sprayer. "I said sit down on the bench, not wonder around and check stuff out."
"Sorry, chief." She goes over to the bench and sits down facing me.
"Other way, Lena. Face the wall." As she turns, I flip on the heat lamp so she won't get cold once she's wet. Then I get her wet, starting with that beautiful soft hair. Once the shampoo's worked in, I can massage her neck and scalp. She carries a lot of her tension in her shoulders. It takes a few minutes of rubbing before they start to give. I love the way her hair feels in the soap. She must love it too, because she's purring like a cat. I'm glad I have her facing away from me or I'd definitely have trouble staying focused on the task at hand. And I gotta be careful so I don't lose track of time. Girl still needs her breakfast. "Okay, lean back so I can rinse it out." She leans back and I concentrate on making sure the soap doesn't get in her eyes.
"Logan?"
"Mmm?"
"If this is your day, how come I'm the one getting treated so well?"
"'Cause that's what I want to do. Would you prefer I threw ya out the window instead?"
"No, I just . . . well I just though I'd be the one doing nice things to you." She smiles innocently and pushes her head back to rest against my stomach. That sends a stream of water and hair spilling down between my legs. Girl really does know how to turn me on. Takes a lot of effort to calm myself down.
"Whoa, Lena. I'm trying to concentrate here." Her bottom lip sticks out as she frowns. I reach down and push her lip back in. "None of that, little one. We still have to get you fed. We can talk about things you can do for me when we get back. Now lean forward." I send the hair over her head with the water and twist it up at the crown so it won't get in the way.
Then I kneel down to work on her back. I use a big natural sponge to rub the soap over her shoulders, down her arms, down her spine, working my thumbs into the muscles and tendons. She's back to purring and I'm back to tryin' like hell to concentrate. Then I reach around and do the same to her front. I don't know if she's really getting into this or if she's getting faint from hunger but she definitely isn't holding herself up any more. She's leaning into my arms and I realize that the sponge has long since fallen away. I'm just pushing soap over her skin with my bare hands. No wonder she's losing control; I'm hardly in the driver's seat myself. She's soft and slippery and warm and she's rubbing up against my chest and I can't stop moving my hands over her skin. We're both covered in soap and I can feel her hands sliding up my shoulders. I pull her up to my mouth and kiss her as softly as I can. And her lips part and I'm in her mouth and it's all as soft as water. We flow through each other and I can't tell where I end and where she begins. For a minute there isn't anything in the world but peace and her mouth.
Her stomach brings us out of it. Well, it brings me out of it anyway. Lena still doesn't want to let go. "Better stand up and let me get your legs, darlin'." She's still a little bit shaky, so I let her lean on my shoulder while I get the rest of her. "I like the toenails."
"Thanks. A pedicure came free with the manicure."
"Well rose is definitely your color." I can hear her smile. "Here's another thing to keep in mind, just for future reference an' all. This sprayer is useful for more than just washing up."
"Huh?"
I direct a jet of water up between her legs and she jumps up and nearly slips onto her backside on the tile. I just manage to catch her in time. For a minute we're just staring at each other in surprise and then we both start laughing at the same time.
"I thought you said you were gonna take care of me?"
"I caught ya, didn't I?"
"I guess that counts for something."
"You guess? Button up that smart lip of yours and get in the tub."
"Hai!"
She gets up carefully and makes her way over to the tub. I try to take the quickest shower I've ever taken in my life. I notice her eyes on me as I rinse the soap off of my chest. Since she's switched over to Japanese, I do too. *"Enjoying the show, little tiger?"*
*"Hai, Logan-san."* She's got her head propped on her folded hands on the rim of the tub. She keeps watching me as I soap up my lower half. If I thought she was fascinated with my chest, well it's nothing compared to the attention she's focusing on this bit of clean up. She doesn't say a word but I can hear her sigh. All this attention has given me a lot more to wash. When I'm finally done rinsing off, she speaks up again, *"Logan-san?"*
*"Hai?"*
*"I would like to wash your hair."*
Now the trick with Japanese is that it's bad form to say anything directly negative. That means I can't just say no. I wonder how good she is at this? *"You are already warm in the water."*
*"You could join me."*
*"We'd get shampoo in the water."*
*"If you'd bring the shampoo and the sprayer, I have an idea."*
*"What is your idea?"*
*"If you lean out of the tub, I can direct the shampoo down the drain."*
*"You are very hungry."*
She turns the full intensity of those big gray eyes on me and smiles. *"Please Logan-san, it would make me very happy. I can wait for food."*
Well every man has weaknesses and Lena's about fifteen of mine all rolled into one tight little package. The smile alone is kryptonite. Girl wants to wash my hair; says it'll make her happy. Who am I to argue? Anyway, it gives me a chance to soak in the tub and I thought I was gonna have to go without. *"You must be quick."*
*"I will be. Domo arigatogozaimasu, Logan-san."*
*"Douitashimashite, little tiger."*
I can't even begin to describe how good it feels to have her hands working their way over my scalp. She's kneeling by my side and rubbing up against my arm as she washes my hair. I'm watching her out of half closed eyes but I don't think she can tell. I purr at her and she gets the devil's own smile on her face. She starts rubbing up against my chest and her face dips closer to mine. I open my eyes all the way and she shifts her attention back to my hair but she's still smiling and the tip of her tongue peaks out the side of her mouth as she concentrates on playing her little game. I let my eyes close again to see what she does. Sure enough, she leans forward and her lips just brush mine as she lifts up one knee to straddle me. The little minx is trying to get me going again. I hope she don't think she's being subtle. She's about as subtle as a high school marching band. I catch her shin as she tries to set it down on the other side of me. *"You should rinse my hair out now."*
She sticks out her bottom lip but she stops fooling around. *"Hai, Logan-san."*
*"We can play in the tub later if you want."*
*"Arigato!"* There's that smile again and I can't resist pulling her into another kiss. I climb out of the tub and get two big soft towels for us. Once I've given myself a good once over and wrapped my towel around my middle, I help her out of the tub. I bundle her up in the dry towel and, for a second, I just hold her in my arms. I love the way her head fits just below my chin when I hold her. She sighs and molds herself to me.
*"You are the sweetest thing in my life, Lena-chan. I love you. Thank you for this day."*
I finally manage to get us both dry and back to the bedroom to get dressed. Soon, we're heading into the garage and back to speaking in English. "By the way, Lena. I had a 1945 Chief."
"Do you have any idea how long I looked for a '45?"
"At least you got the colors right."
"Yep." Then she looks at me out of the corner of her eye. "I hope you're not gonna get all cocky now, just 'cause of the bike?"
"Oh no Lena, of course not. I'm not gonna get cocky just 'cause of the bike. Plenty of other stuff to be cocky about."
"Pretty damn proud of yourself right about now, huh?"
"Sure. Got me a girl who thinks I'm the bee's knees."
"That so?"
"Yep."
I guess I should have realized how much that sounded like a challenge. Think I'd be smart enough not to challenge Lena. At the time I was flying too high to notice the calculating look in her eye. So I wasn't prepared at all for the next morning . . .
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