A Time and Place
by
Zerelda X
A little PWP, no point to it at all, except that it was fun. All due to a conversation with Rob (read Kylen's fiance) in which he made an offhand comment that got me to thinking....
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.
Logan entered the room right behind his wife, catching her about the waist to swing her around into his arms, the door slamming shut behind him. He held her against his chest with one burly arm, the other hand closing over her arm to bring her hand to his mouth.
"Logan," she said in teasing protest, "I have things to do."
His lips left a trail of heat from her wrist to fingertips. "Ain't I always at the top o' yer list, darlin'?" he growled in response.
Charlotte backed away from the temptation of his nearness, but the door stopped her retreat. "Can this wait until I'm done?"
He moved closer, shaking his head in answer, closing the distance between them to press his body into hers, letting her feel his need, the need for their differences and similarities, silk and steel, strength and grace. His breath fanned over her skin in a warm silken caress, the sensation turned her body to liquid. Her fingers moved gently across him, pressing against the steel as she pushed herself against him to demand more. She opened her mouth, an unspoken invitation to drink him in, her tongue meeting his. He broke the kiss when he felt her smile against his lips.
"What?" he whispered.
"You pick the oddest places, Logan."
A wild grin crossed his face. "Thought it made y' happy?"
"It does, wildboy."
His tongue traced the lips a breath from his. "Let's see if I can do better 'n just happy."
Capturing her wrists, he pulled them behind her back, forcing her body closer, his mouth nuzzling into the tender flesh of her neck, brushing the erratic pulse under her skin. Her body arched and stretched against his, needing to touch him.
Released from his hold, her hands pulled at the clothing separating them to stroke firm flesh, smoothing her palms over muscles that trembled beneath her caress. A moan escaped him as her hand moved lower between them to touch straining flesh, warm and hard. His lips claimed her mouth again, filling her, pushing her beyond caring, only the touch of his skin against her would ease the burning.
Logan stepped away from her, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants to walk her back against a wall, sliding his hands into her clothing to cup firm buttocks, squeezing not-so-gently before stripping her clothes off all together.
Charlotte groaned, arching under his touch, her body aching for him as they stood face to face, dark eyes meeting golden eyes, full of light and passion, then to glance possessively over her bared body, taking in every curve of tempting flesh, the absolute trust and love shining from her eyes terrifying him, eyes that held him as her fingers tugged his remaining clothing away to free flesh swollen in desire.
"I love you," she whispered as her lips moved over him with a whispered touch, his eyes closing as her mouth traced lower, stealing his ability to think or do anything but feel her fingers comb through the coarse curls at his groin to rest on straining flesh, her hand tested the weight of him, enjoying the warmth. Touch alone was not enough; her lips joining her fingers as she slid down to her knees, her tongue tasting the hard, silken length of him.
He moved against her mouth, unable to control the thrusting of his body, lost in the haze of ecstasy her lips were giving him, her tongue and lips bringing him to the brink time and time again until he could stand it no longer. Logan pulled her away to claim the mouth that tortured him so mercilessly, crushing her back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his hips, greedy for him. He closed his eyes, the heat of her overwhelming, his tongue sliding slowly between her lips even as he slowly sank himself into the hot wetness of her body.
Charlotte rode the waves his body aroused, her breath caught in her chest as she concentrated on the throbbing within her, her body tightened around him, pulling him deeper, surging around him, teeth nipping at the skin within reach, fingers sinking into sweat dampened hair.
He pulled her closer, trailing kisses across hardened nipples, burying his face into the satiny skin, reveling in the soft touch of her surrounding him, tempered steel wrapped tender peachskin velvet.
Logan's eyes closed, fingers gripping taunt flesh, arms tensed as he slowly withdrew to enter her warmth again and again, lips tasting the flesh beneath them, locked in a desperate dance, release always a few more strokes away. Waves surging around them in exquisite pleasure, pulling them deeper to unleash the storm, binding their souls together.
Locked together, pressed against still trembling flesh, he whispered one word against her ear, a question, a demand, a plea.... "Again."
A loud pounding on the door near where her head rested startled them. They both dissolved into weak laughter.
"Hey!! The laundry room is for EVERYONE!" Bobby yelled through the door. "You guys gotta room!! Use it some time!!"
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