Disclaimer: Lena, Caleb, Annie, assorted bar patrons and fastfood clerks are the products of my fevered imagination. Everyone else in the story is property of Marvel. Uncredited song lyrics are from the Golden Palominos.
"Mon Ami? Hey Homme, you in dere? I'm askin' if you ready to lose more money to me." Remy shook Logan's shoulder. Logan had gone dead quiet.
"Huh? What Cajun? Oh, ah, no I ain't got time for poker tonight. I got some things to do."
"But you just said"
"I just remembered something I have to do before tomorrow, sorry." Logan headed quickly up the stairs to his room.
"Now dat was strange," Remy said to the empty room. Logan had seemed fine when they were out grabbing a bite to eat. But the minute they had gotten back he had become distracted. Wonder if he's caught a scent of som'tin? Remy thought. He decided to check the perimeter alarms just in case.
Logan closed and locked the door to his room behind him and tried to calm down. He'd caught the scent in the garage but he hadn't figured out what was going on until he'd gotten inside the house.
Lena as a whole might not have come to a decision yet but certain parts of her definitely had. There had been a distinct change to her scent. Vanilla, cinnamon, coffee and desire, lots o' desire. "Oh you're ready for somethin' aren't you, darlin'?" he ranted under his breath, "Good lord, Lena. What, in the name of all that's holy, are you waitin' for?"
He let out a low, keening howl. His nose twitched, drawing in the scent. It was nearly irresistible. He wanted to go out and get her. Sweep her up and carry her off, no more waiting. But they'd agreed the next move would be hers. He didn't figure that smelling that good counted as a move in her book. She might as well have been dancing naked on his bed considering the effect it was having on him. How could regular people not notice this? He wondered wildly if there was anyone else around the mansion with a heightened sense of smell. He didn't like the idea of anyone else getting a whiff of Lanie in the state she was in.
Well, she had it narrowed down, that was something. Red satin thong, it was simple but bold. Soft, rose-colored lace bikini, the color looked good on her skin. And then there was the plain old, soft white cotton. Those would allow her act like this was just a casual thing, nothing to get too excited about. What a load of crap that was. She hadn't been able to think about anything else since she woken up and decided that this was the day. She snatched the white panties up from the bed and put them back in her dresser. For the third time, she checked to make sure that her door was locked.
It would have to be the rose lace, she didn't really think she could pull off bold tonight. The red thong safely tucked away again in the lingerie drawer, she contemplated the rest of the outfit laid out on the bed. Her hand went to her mouth by habit but she was surprised to find that she wasn't chewing at the nail as usual. Instead, she was lightly tonguing the tip of her pinky, her mouth remembering the feel of his tongue against hers. "Oh for crying out loud this is ridiculous!" She muttered to herself. "Caleb said he'd like me in a garbage bag an' I've seen enough to know he's right. So what am I goin' nuts about this for? If I don't get my butt in gear, tomorrow's gonna be the day." With that she threw off her robe and strode purposefully towards the bathroom.
He shook his head angrily and looked around the room, trying to find something to do. He couldn't leave the room. He didn't want anyone to see him this way. More importantly, he knew that this would be one of the first places she would go to find him. And he definitely wanted to be found.
A half-an-hour later, the room was immaculate. He went out to his balcony and lit a cigar. It cut down the scent considerably, which helped him clear his head a little bit. When he came back in, he tested the air again. It was there still but fainter. Had she left? His heart nearly stopped until he understood what had really happened. It wasn't faint like someone leaving; it was just washed out a bit, like someone had maybe taken a shower.
"You freshenin' up, darlin'?" He wondered aloud. "You could show up at my door dipped in mud and I'd still take ya but you prob'ly don't know that do ya? Wat'cha up to, Lena?"
"Fuck! Stupid barrette, stay where I put you, dammit." Maybe she could live without the barrette? But no, she definitely had the image of him loosening her hair in her mind. Thinking about that caused her knees to give a bit and she swayed into the bathroom sink. She shook herself back to reality. Finally, saints be praised, the barrette went in correctly and stayed put. Her hands fluttered a bit as she pulled on her clothes but she wasn't going to turn back now. A pause to check the mirror and square her shoulders and she was out the door and moving fast. Her heartbeat rang like a bell in her chest.
He paused a second, sniffing, something had changed. Yes, she was on the move and definitely headed in his general direction. He desperately tried to pull himself together. He took a few deep breaths and tried to relax as best he could. By the time she knocked on his door, he would have passed for normal in front of most people.
"Hey Logan."
"Hey Lena."
She was wearing the halter and a low-cut pair of faded jeans. She hadn't bothered to put on shoes. Logan managed, somehow, to keep his jaw from falling off of his head. His knuckles went white as he gripped the door in order to keep himself from lunging at her.
"Can I come in?"
"What for?" Tell me what I wanna hear, darlin', please, he thought, desperately.
He was just so beautiful, standing before her in black jeans and dark blue flannel over a black T-shirt. His feet were bare and stuck flat to the ground. He was consciously keeping himself from perching on the balls of his feet in a ready stance. As hard as he fought to stay calm, she could see the need in his eyes and it made her tremble.
"Cause I wanna be with you."
"Ya sure now Lena?"
<Girl said thing! Take girl now!> Logan felt the beast beating against the inside of his chest. He ground his jaw tight and pushed the urge away.
"Yeah I'm sure. I swear Logan; you better not even think about turning me away!"
"Well, who's gonna argue with that?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her over the threshold. He was so quick about it that Lena thought her lungs must have been left behind. She certainly was having trouble breathing.
He set her down against the wall by the door. He shut and locked the door with one hand while the rest of him pinned her to the wall. His hands came to rest behind her neck as he kissed her. He rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.
"One more thing Lena."
"Logan!"
<No more thing!> The pounding intensified. <Take girl now!>
"Shhh," he put one finger up to her lips, as much to silence her as to steady himself, "Only one, I promise."
"What?"
"I locked that door so nobody could open it from the outside. Wouldn't want anyone disturbin' us after all. But you can leave anytime you want and if anything happens that you don't like or you don't want, you can say stop anytime an' I will. You know that right?"
"'Course I do. And if ya still don't stop, I can stop you myself. Worry about something else, cowboy. We got this one covered."
"Okay then, where were we?"
She pulled his chin up, put her lips back on his and kissed him hard. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled her hands down over his back, exploring his shoulders and arms on the way. Her heart was beating fast enough to make her tremble and her hands shook as they swept over him. She loved the way he felt, the shear mass and heat of him up against her body. His knee was planted firmly between her legs, nearly lifting her off the ground. She could feel the hard swell of his erection along the inside of her thigh. The pressure felt good. She rocked her hips forward to increase it. In response, he drew his breath in and kissed her harder.
As he kissed her, he took one earring out and then the other, and finally the barrette from her hair. Her trembling increased as he pulled the hair out from where it was gathered and gently combed his fingers through it, allowing the long ends to flutter against her bare shoulders and neck.
Even though they were both excited, the blood rush didn't seem to be starting up. He didn't want to push his luck, so he rested his hands on her shoulders instead of allowing them to roam lower and focused his attention on her mouth. Her lips were soft and sweet with just the faintest metallic tang from the closeness of the blood to the surface of the skin. He slowly opened his mouth and she followed his lead. Their tongues fell together like two waves crashing and they each closed their eyes to better focus on the hot, wet, sliding caress inside the kiss. His thumbs ran, reflexively up and down her neck but he truly wasn't aware of anything but the feel of her mouth and the way her tongue seemed to touch nerves that connected directly to the hard straining swell in his groin. He opened his eyes to see how Lena was reacting and was surprised to see her eyes flutter open at just the same time. A shuddery trembling giggle bubbled through both of them before he pulled away from the kiss and captured her full bottom lip in his mouth, sucking the blood even closer to the surface. Still no rush, he would keep moving forward.
He didn't remove the necklace. The idea of Lena naked but for a thin chain of gold appealed to him. Finally, he broke the kiss to turn her head to the side, holding it in place with his hand. She was pinned, gently but completely between his body and the wall. He started at the base of her neck, drawing his tongue up the smooth skin to just under her ear. He flicked the lobe with his tongue and drew it into his mouth, nipping it lightly with his teeth. He opened his mouth again, letting his hot breath warm her ear, swirling his tongue around the tip. She moaned low in her throat and writhed in his arms. He moved from her ear to the corner of her jaw, planting a soft, wet kiss before trailing his lips to her chin. Another soft kiss and quickly he rode his tongue down the front of her throat to her collarbone, stopping to explore the hollow of her neck. He rested his head on her shoulder and took a deep breath, marveling at her smell. She was still moaning lightly, the vibrations humming through her throat and chest. He could feel the damp heat increasing between her legs.
The beast still pushed at him and ranted but the logical part of his mind was having a much better time of it. None of the voices in his head doubted for a second, at this point, that Lena was his. That seemed to take the edge off of everything. He took a deep breath and allowed his hands to move downward.
She loved the feel of his bare hands on her skin. They were so strong and warm, almost hot at the moment. They were also completely smooth. Logan's healing factor prevented the growth of calluses or hangnails and that left his hands nearly as soft and sensitive as his lips. She continued to tremble as his fingers reverently traced her shoulders and arms.
The soft leather of her halter was only slightly cooler than her skin as he moved his hands down her arms and over the soft rise of her chest. The breath caught in his throat as he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. He cupped her breasts in his hands, taking in the weight and soft fullness of them, like ripe summer fruit in the heat of the midday sun. As nice as the soft buckskin felt, it had to go. He moved his hand down to the band of her halter.
"How's this thing come off, anyway?"
"Ties in the back."
"Mind if I"
In answer, she kissed him and reached behind her neck to pull the top tie loose.
His hand moved behind her and found the lower tie. A sharp tug and it came loose. He pulled the halter away from her and tossed it to the floor. He closed his eyes as he drew his fingers over her chest, committing every inch to memory. Starting at her ear, he kissed his way down her neck. By the time he reached her collarbone, his hands had come to rest, cupping her breasts. A hoarse moan came tugging out of her throat as he drew his thumbnails across her nipples.
"Hmm, darlin', you like that, don't ya?"
"Umpf."
"Umpf, huh?" He panted his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm gonna take that as a yes." He finally dared to pull back and look at what he had explored with his hands. He could make out one half-closed eye through the tangle of blonde hair that fell in front of her face. Small white teeth bit into her lower lip as she drew her fingers down the sinews of his neck. His eyes traveled down to her chest, following the curve of her neck. Her breasts were full and soft and just a shade paler then the surrounding skin. The nipples jutted out, demanding his attention. "Lord, Lena, you are gonna kill me. But I'm gonna die happy."
"Huh?" One gray eye looked up at him.
"You are absolutely fucking beautiful." He ran his hands down her sides and pulled her hips tightly to him. "Feel those curves. I swear to God; there ain't one straight line on your whole damn body. And your skin looks like champagne an' candlelight. And your hair feels like silk. And those eyes and those lipsand oh Lena. I'm gonna die happy." He brushed his lips against hers before bringing his face down to her chest and nuzzling the soft hairs of his whiskers against her skin.
"Hoohoouh, oh God that feels nice. Logan, don't you even think about dying on me yet."
"Ain't goin' nowhere, darlin'." She was blushing now, furiously, shy of his attention and excited at the same time. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked at it gently while he held her other breast in his hand. Everything he did made the moans and gasps intensify. She fell forward into him and the only thing that kept her upright was his leg between her thighs. The flush spread from her face all the way across her chest and Logan noticed it as much by sight as by feel. He reached up one hand to pin her shoulder to the wall. His tongue made lazy circles working down the muscles of her stomach, following the spread of the flush, fascinated by the rise of her blood. Suddenly, he felt her hands holding his head still. "What?"
"My turn!"
"Sorry, darlin'. I'm bein' greedy ain't I?"
With more control than he thought he could muster. He pulled himself back up to stand in front of her. She came forward, shyly at first. A tentative hand came up to his neck and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him as she undid the buttons of his flannel shirt. He reached his arms around her back and undid the cuffs. They both tugged the tails from his jeans. The shirt was off and soon the T- shirt underneath followed. She nestled her head by the side of his neck while she ran a hand down his chest and over his stomach. Her mouth began to explore his shoulder and neck, nipping and sucking at his skin, following the lines of his bones and muscles. She giggled a bit at his response. "I guess I was wrong. I guess you do like having your neck kissed."
He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. "Oh Lena, I dare ya; go ahead and try to find a place on my body that wouldn't like to be kissed with those lips."
She swallowed hard and stared at him with wide eyes. "There's not any place?"
He could feel her pulse quicken and the rush begin to build. Too much, he'd gone too far. He hastened to undo the damage. "Whoa there, honey. We don't gotta test that theory out tonight. Justfor the recordI like havin' my neck kissed, okay?" He hugged her, enjoying the feel of her bare chest against his. "We'll get to the deep end eventually; I don't mind spendin' some time in the shallows."
He could feel her breathe a sigh of relief. The rush calmed down and she went back to her explorations. Her hand brushed passed a nipple and he let out a low moan. Curious, she flicked at it again with her finger and was rewarded with the same response again. She bent her head down and used her tongue. Logan's body arched up and he growled out her name. His hands hooked into the waist of her jeans
As she explored his body, his hands roamed over her skin. She was soft and smooth and strong. Her jeans frustrated him more and more as he rubbed her. They interrupted the smooth flowing line of her skin under his hand. He couldn't think of a way to work the jeans off of her with out stopping what she was doing to him. Then she locked onto one of his nipples and the sensation of it went shooting down his spine into his groin leaving tingles of electricity in its wake. It sent him over the edge and when he was again aware of his surroundings, the remains of Lena's pants had been thrown against the far wall.
She stood there beside him, completely naked and still looking dazed. He moaned at the sight of her and dropped to his knees. That put her sex at just below his eye level. It was covered by a neat triangle of pale, golden hairs. A line of damp trailed down the inside of her thigh. He swooned a bit at the scent of her. Without conscious thought, one of his hands went up her spine to support her shoulder blades as the other hand pulled her hips towards him and parted her legs. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips following the damp trail upwards. His tongue arched across her causing her to call out and grind her hips into his face. She could feel his soft whiskers and scratchy stubble sliding along her legs. He found the swollen nub of her clit and sucked it into his mouth, playing his tongue against it gently.
She was so sweet and so close. She bloomed into his mouth, blood flooding the sensitive tissue. He slid his tongue over the slick folds of skin, practically lifting her up to his mouth. She quivered and moaned too caught up in the sensations to be skittish about the intimate contact. It would have been easy to send her over the edge with it. But that wasn't what he wanted to do. He once again got control of himself and switched over to teasing at her with his tongue and teeth.
Something inside her yawned and opened. It was hot and bright between her legs and it was changing by the minute. Everything was firming up and the strange yawning pull was increasing. She began to ache for his tongue, trying to maneuver it back to her clit or deeper into the opening center of her. He seemed to be refusing to do so. Finally, when she was whimpering and pleading for it, he deftly hooked his tongue deep into her and pulled it back and over the hood of her clit. The whole world spun around her. "Ooooh." Lena felt herself lose control of her legs and strong arms lowered her to the floor. He was above her now kissing her lips, his face still wet with the damp smell of her. Her hands found the buckle of his belt and she tried to undo it but she was at the wrong angle to be very effective. She moaned her frustration and tugged at the belt. She could feel Logan's chuckle as much as hear it and she shot him an angry glance.
"S'okay, darlin'. Let me take care o' that."
He picked her up and carried her to his bed. He pulled the covers back and set her down. He spared another second to take her in, sprawled upon his bed, pale against the dark flannel sheets, her hair and eyes wild, a single, golden chain around her throat. He wanted to remember the image forever. He knelt down between her legs and nuzzled her belly before resting his head.
"Ya sure now, Lena?"
"Surer than I've ever been about anything, Logan." she replied, running her fingers through his thick, soft hair.
He stood up and moved back from the bed. One hand reached down and undid the buckle of his belt and the button and zipper of his jeans. He scooped his hand underneath the waistband of his boxers to free his penis from its confinement. The head popped free above the top of his jeans and he bent forward to pull the pants down his legs. He straightened up, stepped out of his jeans and moved back towards her.
Lena's eyes never left his erection. He had been a bit worried about this moment all along. He knew the girl had precious little experience in these matters and even women who did know a thing or two about men had been daunted by the size of him. He didn't want to frighten her but there was a point at which he wouldn't be able to hide it anymore. Well, here they were and he could see Lena contemplating the physics and geometry of the matter at hand and not being able to conceive of a solution.
"It'll fit Lena. You just gotta trust me okay? We'll go real slow."
He leapt up lightly onto the bed and knelt between her legs. She closed her eyes and furrowed her brow, tensing up to survive the onslaught. With a shake of his head he launched forward and rolled off to her side. She opened up her eyes, surprised that he hadn't entered her yet. He merely regarded her with barely suppressed amusement; his head propped up on his hand. Her face crinkled up in confusion and not a little hurt. Quickly, he reassured her with a soft kiss. "Ya ain't doin' nothin' wrong, darlin'. Calm down. It's just ya were all white knuckled and clenched up like ya'd really like to pull yerself into a crash position before I got started. Yer kinda cute when yer terrified."
She lowered her eyes and thought for a minute. "Is that normal?"
"Bein' terrified?"
"No," She pointed to his erection, "that."
He shook his head slightly. "Nope. It ain't exactly abnormal either. It's just big." A thought caused his brow to furrow. "Hey, how come you never noticed this before? You used to see me naked all the time in the Program, didn't you?"
"Yeah but you were never," she swallowed hard, "soum, happy to see me."
He snorted out a chuckle and was thrilled to see a small smile grace her lips in response. She tucked into his side as he pulled her towards him. "Well, as you can tell, I'm pretty damned ecstatic to see you right about now." That got a giggle out of her and he nuzzled the back of her neck. "Please trust me, Lena. I wouldn't hurt you for the world." She relaxed in his arms and he sent up a silent prayer of thanks and got back to business.
He pushed her back down flat to the bed and took her mouth into a deep soft kiss. The backs of his fingernails trailed across her cheek and down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Pulling away from the kiss, he began moving his hands and mouth over her body. It felt so good to her that she rapidly forgot about her fear. All she could think about was the sensation that was ringing through her. Everything he did contributed to the strange pulling sensation between her legs. The aching need built up once again. As he drew his tongue up from the underside of her breast and flicked the nipple, he brushed his hand over the soft curls between her legs. His hand slipped into the slick folds, teasing the clitoris out again.
"Oh. . . my. . . god!" Her voice was rougher than usual and her breathing was speeding up.
"Yeah, darlin'." He purred. "That's my girl." He cupped her sex in the palm of his hand and pushed his middle finger deep into her. The heat of it drove him to the edge. He redoubled his efforts, teasing her body, bringing her to the edge. He bent his head and trailed kisses over the joint of her hip. She began to rock her hips to the rhythm of his hand. He worked another finger into her. She was bucking hard now, her whole body moving in time. Her hands ran through his hair as her breath came in ragged gasps. All she could think about was the throbbing ache inside of her. He pulled his hand out of her and guided just the head of his penis up into her. He waited for his vision to clear as the sensation overwhelmed him. Slowly, he worked the rest of himself into her until he felt the tip push against the very top of her.
Lena felt sparks all along her spine. It was as if he went all the way up to push at the top of her skull. She was stretched out around him tight as a wire and every move he made sent shivers through her body. Those shivers seemed to be doing something for the aching need inside of her. Instinctively, she rocked her hips and tightened her thighs to increase the sensation. She kissed him, working her tongue into his mouth. Finally he pulled his head away and hooked his chin over her shoulder.
He thought desperately of machine diagrams and engine schematics trying to calm the hot tremors running through him. He didn't want to short-change her but he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Finally, by the time he had mentally field stripped a dozen rifles, he managed to regain control.
"Hey, darlin' how you doin'?"
"Unh, real good Logan."
"Good, see I told you it would fit." Like a hot, wet, velvet glove he thought and had to steady himself again. "Now this next part may not last as long as you'd like it to. I'm doin' my best here to hold off but I been thinking about this for so long and it's even better than anything I thought of an' yer just so beautiful and so wonderful an' I'm sorry if"
She stopped his rambling with a kiss. She rocked her hips forward to take more of him in. His eyes popped open wide and he roared like a bull. There was no holding back now as his hips pistoned into her. He felt the shudders of her orgasm, as his own built up. Inside, she contracted muscles down around the length of him and he exploded. Large hands clung desperately to her waist. He was sure that if he let go he would rocket back off of her and embed himself in the far wall. The force of his ejaculation was like nothing he had ever felt before. He wouldn't have been surprised to see it shoot out of her ears. Finally, he was spent and he could dare to move his hands. He collapsed forward into her arms.
"Oh Lena, that was, that was sooo.ooh darlin' I could just eat ya up. I love you so much." He rolled off of her, gathering her up in his arms. "Hey, you okay in there?"
"Uunnhh." She was still rocking gently with the force of her orgasm. The itch she had been walking around with for the past three months had finally been scratched. Three months of not understanding what she hungered for, all slipped away in pulsing waves of sensation. She tried to look at him but couldn't quite focus her eyes. She could make out the huge grin, the light that sparkled in his dark eyes.
He chuckled to himself as he hugged her tight to him. "Yeah, me too, darlin'. Oh, I do love you so." He buried his head in the curve of her neck and they fell asleep in a tangle of legs and arms, breathing in time with each other.
He woke up in the middle of the night already halfway inside of her. "Whoa there, Lena. What'cha up to?"
"You woke me up. I was going to ask you the same question."
"Really?"
"Uhuh."
"We must be getting' good at this."
"Uhuh." She licked and sucked kisses from his lips. She pulled herself further onto him with her legs.
They were still lying side by side. He grabbed her waist and began to roll but thought better of it and rolled in the opposite direction. Lena was now on top of him.
"Is this okay?" She looked a little bit surprised.
He pulled her forward and brushed the stray hairs from her face. "Does it feel good?"
"Uhuh."
"Then it's okay. I swear that's the only rule. Just take your time and enjoy yerself."
Lena graced him with a small smile and pulled back up to straddle him. She arched her back and slowly lowered herself the rest of the way onto him. Oh yeah it fits, she thought to herself. It fits like it always should've been there. Like it was made for it. She leaned forward and rested her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart beating, strong and fast. Now she tested positions, moving her legs and arms and shifting her weight.
Logan watched her explore, enjoying the fine show of her, the unselfconscious grace of her movements. In the bit of moonlight that spilled in from the balcony, her skin glowed faintly. He watched her face to follow her progress. Her eyes half-closed, her full lips half-parted. Small white teeth were bared and her little pink tongue would come darting over her lips when something felt good.
He reached up a hand and brought her down to him, unable to resist her lips. He kissed her and ran his hands down her back and over her thighs. She pulled back a bit, dragging her lower lip away from his mouth, and lowered her head to his chest. She tongued at a nipple lightly, marveling at Logan's reaction. He shook and bucked underneath her. She struggled to stay on him, her hands clinging tightly to his shoulders.
Quickly, the motion built into a rhythm. She came up finally, arching her back and holding her mount the way she might ride a horse, using her legs and her balance to stay on top of him as he rocked. She drove into his hips with small, strong motions of her thighs. Logan licked his thumb and slid his hand down along the joint where her leg met her hip. His thumb found the nub of her clit nestled underneath the damp triangle of hair and he homed in on it. She went wild, rocking and bucking her whole body and calling out his name.
"Nnnnf, nn-Loogaan lov-love you, love yyoouu." She came then, wave after wave shimmering around her, electric fire, sparking between her legs. He tipped her slightly off kilter to get a better angle. He drove into her, holding onto her hips, working in and out of her with a growing frenzy and just as he reached his climax, she cried out as a second orgasm shook her.
As he fell back from his exertions, she moved up his body, planting kisses on his stomach, chest, neck and face. She rubbed her body against him lost in the sensation of his strong muscles and soft hair. She wanted to climb into his skin. "Oh Logan that was unuh so good you make me feel sooo good." She couldn't stop rubbing up against him.
"Ummm, glad to hear it, darlin'." He rolled with her again to spoon her body with his and held her close as the tremors subsided. She sank into a dreamless sleep and he propped himself up on an elbow to watch her. With his fingers, he traced the fine bones of her face and shoulder. He whispered his love into her ear.
Hours later, he was still lost in touching her. Slowly she woke up, responding to his touch. She cooed and pressed her body into his, taking animal pleasure in the sensations. He loved the way she responded to him, the way she opened herself up. A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he flipped her on her knees and moved behind her.
He worked his way slowly into her from behind, trailing kisses up her spine as he went. He stroked in and out of her getting exactly the response he wanted. She liked it. She wanted more. He stopped. She moaned in frustration.
"Okay Lena, let's talk."
"Nuhuh, let's keep doin' what we were doin'."
"All in good time, Lena darlin'. It's time you understood that relationships are about a certain amount of give and take. An' I think you'll have to agree that I've been pretty good about that up to now. I mean you know how crazy you had me goin'. And I'm of a mind that you owe me a bit of a favor. What do you say?"
She replied by trying to start the motion again herself, sliding forward and back on her knees. He came forward, easily pinning her underneath him and whispered in her ear, "Hey there, no cheatin' do ya hear? Now what about my favor?"
"What do you want, Logan?"
"I wanna feel ya from the inside."
"I think you already got that, sweetheart."
"Oh you hush up now, you know what I want. I want to feel what yer feelin'."
"You randy old goat."
"Better believe it, darlin'." He chuckled darkly. "C'mon Lena," he breathed into her ear, "open up."
She did then, opened up like a rosebud into bloom. He took a few moments to get his bearings. He could feel the way he filled her up, his own weight pinning her down, his breath stirring strands of hair and warming her ear. Glorious. He backed up, catching the curve of her hip in his hand as he went, bringing her back up to her knees.
One hand stayed latched onto the hip, the other steadied him on the bed. He pulled himself almost all the way out and then buried himself all the way in her. He was surprised by the sensation of his own balls crashing into her clit at the end of the stroke. She liked that. She liked all of it. Wanted more. She jerked her head back to try to steal a kiss from Logan's mouth. She was only close enough to brush his offered tongue with her own.
Logan's orgasm built slowly. He could take his time now that the edge had been taken off by the previous releases. He mapped her body. Found the places and motions that set her off. Used the information to bring her off again and again. She quivered and rocked underneath him. She was speaking but it wasn't coherent. She didn't seem to be aware of anything but the sensations in her body. He began to drive into her in earnest now, hoping to bring her to one more shuddering orgasm as he climaxed. They came together, stars shooting in their vision, electricity sparking through their bodies.
And then he felt it, a little piece of Lena, begging for more. She could still get further. He swung a hand down under her and found her clit. He strummed it furiously with his fingers, pushing what was left of his erection deep into her. He felt himself firming up again almost immediately. She was moving wildly enough to be hard to hold onto, but he wasn't about to be denied. Then the muscles of her legs locked and the front of her body practically levitated off of the bed. He could feel the tension building up like a tidal wave ready to crash. She was moving now without any conscious control. Her body wanted only the release that was threatening to explode from her. She came all the way up to the top of the sensation and, for a second, the world stopped. Then it all came crashing down on both of them as he felt the waves of her orgasm overwhelm her. Then the sound he hadn't been expecting. It started as a vibration deep within her diaphragm and burst out of her mouth as loud, raucous laughter. He found himself coming again as he struggled to hold on to her and they both shook. Finally they collapsed, completely spent. It took some time for Lena to catch her breath before she spoke.
"Logan, I'm so sorry I don't know what happened. I wasn't laughing at you. It just came out."
"Don't you dare be sorry. Don't you know that that's 'course you don't huh, whattam I thinkin' of. Oh Lena, honey, some women, when they get really excited, they laugh. It ain't real common but there's nothin' in the world wrong with it. I personally thought it was pretty flamin' amazing." He cradled her in his arms and kissed her cheek. It was more than that, he reflected as he held her, it was like water bubbling up from the ground and catching the sunlight; it was like pure joy. He wanted to bring her to that place over and over again.
His hand softly stroked down the curves of her side. His senses were full of her. A pleasant feeling of peace and calm swept over him.
<sweet girl, soft/sweet/warm girl, shining sunlight girl, Logan's girl.> Amen brother, he thought sleepily as he enjoyed the soft curving closeness of her body.
They fell asleep for what remained of the night, him on his back and her on her side, snuggled up against him. His arm was around her and she used his chest as a pillow.
They were woken early in the morning by the buzzer.
Logan swatted sleepily at the intercom. "Whatissit?"
"Logan this is Scott, we need you in the war room. Lena's missing. Jubilee was the last person to see her and that was at 10:30 last night. Her bed wasn't slept in and she's not on the grounds."
Logan stifled Lena's laugh with a big hand.
"No, she's fine. I just saw her a while ago."
Jean was standing behind Scott. She instinctively reached into Logan's mind to see if she could see what he had seen. And quickly fled back out as her cheeks flushed scarlet. "Whoa!"
"Jean, are you okay?"
"Yeah Scott. Sorry, but I think this is a false alarm."
<Sorry, I'll let you two get some sleep. Looks like you need it.>
<Yeah, you go on an' get out of my head now or I'll be forced to tell yer husband what a reprobate ya are.>
He reached up and flipped the intercom back off, rolled over and pulled Lena back to his chest.
"Oh man, we're never gonna hear the end of this are we?"
One hand stroked her side, following the curve of her hip. "What d'ya say we worry about that tomorrow?"
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