Finding Time
by
Zerelda X
Here we go. Logan's not mine, he's Marvel's, but heck, he's getting to live a little. Charlotte, however, is mine, and she's not complaining too much to leave me for another writer. This is for entertainment purposes only, mostly mine, but I don't care if you enjoy it, too.
Charlotte found Logan near the property line, the forest stretching out behind the estate. She'd been looking for him for nearly 30 minutes, and for some reason he'd used his own hard-won mental blocks to keep her out of his mind. She would have left him alone, but the cryptic note she'd found on her mirror had directed her to hunt him down, if she dared. Wrong words to throw at her, or the right ones if he wanted her to react.
The idea piqued her interest in a big way. They hadn't played hide and seek -- or as Logan called it once, 'find n' fuck' -- in a long while. They'd elevated their training/foreplay to work within the DR, and at her mountain property, but it had been too long since they'd played out here, not since Bishop stumbled across them locked in... er.. combat while on his rounds.
Logan reclined under a large tree, his hat pulled down over his eyes. His relaxed position didn't fool her. He was plotting, she could practically see the waves of evil flow off him.
One brown hand removed his battered cowboy hat to set it aside as he sat up. "See y' ain't lost yer trackin' skills," he greeted her, the most dangerous, crooked grin on his face. "Come here, got somethin' for ya, darlin'."
She actually shook her head slowly even as she obeyed the summons, moving closer until she stood over him, her feet planted on the outside of his knees. His hands wrapped around her bare calves above her boots to slide up, warm fingers caressing the backs of her knees. The short black suede skirt she wore was next on his list of obstacles to overcome.
"What do you want, Logan?"
The cool tone in her voice belied the burgeoning excitement that he could sense rising in her. He could smell her already. When he awakened this morning, he realized they hadn't taken the time to play in a long time, not with everything that had been going on, and he was now going to fix that little problem with an old-fashioned challenge.
His dark eyes crinkled at her as he considered the question. "I want ya, right out here. M' gonna make ya come 'till yer so weak an' tired, yer beggin' me to stop."
Charlotte let out a slow breath as his words sank in to her suddenly hazy brain. The motions of his hands were sending swirls of giddy feelings to the pit of her stomach. That was a challenge if she'd ever heard one, and she was in the mood to play. "Well, don't keep a lady waiting," she said softly.
Logan's hands crept up the back of her thighs to squeeze her buttocks, the hands she adored tracing patterns on her skin in smooth, feathery caresses. Charlotte shuddered as he parted her, stroking her gently. He rubbed her in a smooth, steady rhythm, her knees locking as she froze in a blissful stance.
Logan grinned at the sight of his hand disappearing under the suede skirt, Charlotte's head back, moans coming from deep inside her chest. His other hand hiked her skirt up so he could see what he was touching, watch his fingers disappear inside her.
He pushed her legs apart a bit more, then covered her with his mouth, stroking her, all the while sucking and licking, encouraging her to a quick, uncontrolled orgasm. He gloried in the taste and scent of her, the touch of her thighs rubbing his cheeks as she moved against him. How did she get such soft skin?
"I can't stand up, Logan, I can't..."
She collapsed into his arms. Holding her in one arm, he used the other hand to unfasten his jeans, his sex already hard and pushing out of the denim. His hands lifted and guided her hips down on him, his first thrust bringing on another climax. Her hands clutched in his hair while her head rested against his, giving him a prime view to watch her flushed face as she writhed around him, her breath panting against his mouth.
He savored the moment -- Lady Charlotte, with her refined mien and elegant bearing, rocking her hips on his, as wild as any woman he'd ever had, her knees planted firmly on either side of his body, the glint of the medallion peeking through the sheer cotton blouse she wore. He released the clasp in her hair to spill it down her back in silky waves.
Her breathing slowed in the aftermath to leave her resting limp against him. He was still hard inside her.
"Take off yer shirt, Char."
Her hands, obedient, shaking, slowly unbuttoned her blouse to slide it off her arms, then she lifted the tank top she wore under it over her head, baring her breasts to his leering gaze. His right hand traveled down her arm and grasped her breast firmly, kneading it, testing its weight. He captured her nipple, squeezing and rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger.
Charlotte could feel the desire pooling in her stomach again. She'd just had two quick, hard orgasms, and now he was priming her for a third.
He let go of her breast to grasp her hips, setting her into a motion that had his eyes flaring with the sensation, a breath sucked through gritted teeth. A despairing sound escaped her at the loss of his touch, her eyes fluttering shut in the stillness, head falling back. She was so hot against him, her skin temperature soaring, muscles quivering under the strain. He searched her face for answers, finding them in her body and soul, the medallion against her pale skin, marking her as his.
Logan removed one of her hands from his shoulder to lean her away while he bent his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. Charlotte moaned as he swirled his tongue around it, then began to suck hard, almost painfully. Her hand came touched his cheek, the muscles tense as he worked on her.
"Logan...talk to me.."
He knew she was close to orgasm, he could feel it in the way her body trembled with the effort of holding back. He released the gently tortured nipple, brushing it with his teeth, and cupped the breast in his palm. A kiss on her chin brought her face back to let him take her mouth.
"Whaddaya want me to say, Char?" he murmured against her lips. "That yer the best I ever had, that I love it when I get ya flat on yer back beggin' me to take you, or when yer ridin' me like you are now, demandin' I take you."
She moaned harder, unable to speak, pumping more fiercely against him, her hands holding onto him for support.
"'Cause yer mine. *Mine.* Yer always gonna be mine."
Then she came, her hips thrusting uncontrollably, her breast swelling even more against his hand. Logan kissed her again, drinking in her cries, running his tongue over her teeth and lips before burying his face in her neck. The contractions of her muscles around him, the incredible heat, drove him toward oblivion, nails raking up his back. He emptied himself in her, his own growl echoing in the air around them.
Relaxing back against the tree truck, he kept her against his chest in a loving, tender embrace, holding her as if he would never let her go.
"What brought this on," she murmured into his neck, followed by a yawn.
He pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, licking the salt of her skin from his lips. "Just wanted you to remember. Been a couple months, darlin', since we come out here to play. Been s' busy lately, I ain't had the time to just hold ya."
"I say you reminded me very well, babe." Her eyes closed as she nestled closer to him. "Now you'll have to get me back to the house."
"Who says we're goin' back?" He reached over to his hat, lifting it up to reveal the homing belt she hadn't noticed before. "We're on vacation."
In a flash of light, they were gone, leaving only her shirt and tank behind.
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