Promise
by
Zerelda X
A little PWP, no point to it at all, except that it was fun.
As always, Logan belongs to Marvel, though I think he'd have more fun under my ownership. Charlotte is mine. No profit, no harm. Suing me is pointless unless you want some kids and a mortgage. Even then, I'd wonder about your sanity.
"I won't hurt ya. I promise."
His face was grave as she gazed at him, her own features alight with wonder. She reached out to run a finger from his forehead, down along his oft-battered nose to his stubborn chin.
"Thank you," she simply said.
Logan didn't smile at her, losing himself in her eyes as he drew her closer, his hands sliding up her arms to rest on her shoulders, then to cup her cheeks. Brushing her mouth lightly with his, he paused to savor the moment.
Her hands found their way up his chest under the soft flannel of his shirt to teasingly trace his stomach muscles, smiling at the involuntary breath he took at her touch.
She pulled his head down with surprising strength to meet her kiss. He bit her lower lip teasingly, using his teeth to tug on the soft flesh, then deepened the kiss as a purr escaped her to send shivers down his spine.
Growling, he sighed as she opened to him, her tongue met his boldly, exploring his mouth eagerly as he did hers. She tasted of sunshine and the wine she had at dinner, and he gave free reign to his desires at the feel of her lips against his.
Her head fell back as he brushed his mouth along her jaw, trailing hot fire down her neck. He breathed in the vanilla scent she used, her soft sighs echoing in his ears as he licked and nibbled his path back to her mouth.
She couldn't let him have all the fun. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, she carefully undid each one, bending her head to kiss each spot of skin as she uncovered it. Finally done, she slid her hands inside and over his shoulders to smooth the shirt from him.
Logan moaned as tiny shudders rolled over his arms and down his spine. She raised her head to capture those lips, taking his sighs into herself before she proceeded to explore his neck, paying particular attention to the join between neck and shoulder, nipping his skin to soothe it with her kisses. She followed the curve and hollows of his collarbone, memorizing again the scent of his skin, the feel of him against her lips. His chest gleamed in the dim light. Her hands drifted lower, brushing against startlingly defined muscles to cup firm buttocks, then lightly scratch her way up his back.
Charlotte nibbled her way down his chest, her tongue encountering a firm nipple. Suckling gently, she scraped with her teeth, losing contact when he shivered out of her reach.
"Charlotte."
His hands tangled themselves in her long, wild hair as she moved further down. Easing the fly of his jeans down, she pushed them down his muscled thighs, stopping to stroke an admiring finger over the taut muscles. Logan steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder as she helped him step out of them, tremors racing through him at his own seduction. He couldn't remember when a lover treated him as a treasured gift.
His arousal was glaringly obvious, but she purposely ignored it as she kissed her way around his stomach, then to lightly sweep the tip of her tongue along the length of his penis and crown the engorged head with a brief, teasing kiss.
Rising slightly, she kissed her way along the hard ridges of his chest and down the line of his stomach. Arching back under her attentions, he thrust his hips out unconsciously, but she moved away from him.
Logan opened his eyes at the loss of her touch, his mouth suddenly dry as she pulled off her own shirt to stand before him, proud, ageless, a little challenging.
She had the lean body of an athlete, muscles clearly visible beneath the creamy smoothness of her skin. She radiated strength and confidence in herself. The scars that covered her right side extended part way across her abdomen, and one thin line snaked up to curve along one plump breast. She stood before him, offering herself to him, trusting him.
Logan accepted the unspoken invitation. Stepping forward, he pulled her to him to bury his face in her hair as he again breathed her unique scent. It tempted him to be savage, but she deserved better from him. He wanted to be tender for her, to show her that he was more than a man/animal.
He sighed, feeling her hands reach around him to slide up his back, savoring the hairy texture of his skin. Claiming her mouth, he tried to carefully walk her back towards the bed, but the distance was too far. He swept her up into his arms. Her eyes opened, a startled look on her face for the first time at her position. It made her seem literally decades younger; his arms tightened around her with infinite tenderness.
Carrying her to the bed, he carefully lowered her onto the quilts, stretching himself down next to her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Charlotte shivered at the passion darkening his eyes. She reached out to tenderly caress his face. He returned the gesture, brushing her hair back from her cheek. Pulling her close, he lowered his mouth to hers, drinking in the moment, feeling complete in a way he never had before, knowing he never wanted to let go.
He kissed his way down her body, giving close attention to her breasts. She felt his lips tracing the path of the scar on her breast and froze.
After a brief look at her face, he murmured to her, stroking her until she calmed. He couldn't believe it was vanity that caused her to draw away from him. He'd ask about the scars later. Right now he wanted to absorb her. Her large golden-amber eyes watched him, an unspoken question he didn't have an answer to.
Changing tactics, he moved himself around until he could reach her foot. Circling one ankle with thumb and forefinger, he lightly pressed his lips to the small hollow behind the bone. Trailing kisses up her leg, he left no part untouched, lips twitching at her uncontrolled shivers as she reacted to the ticklish sensations. Her hands twisted themselves in his thick hair, her body arching as she moaned her pleasure, urging him upwards.
He placed one soft kiss in the mound of curls at the center of her body before moving up to meet her lips for a demanding kiss. Pulling him close, she wrapped a leg over his hip and tried to fold herself around him. Trembling, Logan separated himself from her, ignoring her moans of protest to spread her legs and kneel between them, his eyes locked onto hers.
Charlotte nodded at the silent question, then gasped as she felt him enter her, wrapping her legs around him as she buried her face in his neck. His hands came up to grasp hers, holding them at above her head as he struggled to regain control, a choked gasp escaping him.
"Logan?" she asked, her eyes opening, her breath stolen at the sight of him poised above her. Compelling under any circumstances, aroused and wanton he was magnificent.
He swallowed and met her gaze, framing her face with one hand, leaning in to capture her lips with his own as he began to move. Her head fell back as the feelings built, moans of delight filling the air as neither held back.
Pulling her up, he settled her into his lap and wrapped her in his embrace. Char tried to smile at the sight of him. A deeply sensuous lover, this was something she was ashamed to admit that she'd forgotten over the decades. Breathing heavily, she reached down to grasp his backside, pulling him closer as they fell back onto the mattress.
Heat and tension welled up uncontrollably and Logan trembled with the power of it. Charlotte gave a startled cry as she felt Logan's lips suckle her, her back arching as she dug into his back with her nails, evoking the same reactions in him.
Shuddering, he buried his face in her hair as his focus narrowed to just this one woman, this one body moving beneath him, with him, in a rhythm older than the both of them. Feeling him peak, Charlotte let go, crying out as raw sensation overtook everything, sinking her teeth into his shoulder to muffle the sound. Together they ascended, the pleasure becoming overwhelming and frantic as they slide over the edge into satiation.
Quivering, and unwilling to part they lay, bodies entwined just kissing and caressing each other. Logan withdrew, pulling Charlotte close as he drew the quilt over them to keep the chill night air out. Settling her head on his chest, she moved a leg over him again, wriggling until she was content. Ignoring his chuckles, she eventually quieted, snuggling against his warm body with lazy satisfaction.
Lightly stroking her hair with one hand, he lay basking in the unusual feeling of happiness. Feeling her move, he glanced back down to see her looking back up to him with questioning eyes. A rare smile escaped him as he reached down to kiss the tip of her nose.
"G'to sleep, Char. I'll be here when ya wake up."
"Promise?"
He'd laugh at the absurdity of it, but it wasn't a joke to her. "Promise."
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