It was after one in the morning when she arrived at the mansion. Most of the windows were dark, but she couldn’t help but notice that not only was Logan’s light still on, but so was hers. Checking the window, she found that it was unlocked. She snuck in slowly, relishing in the feeling of being home. Stripping off her clothes quickly, she went straight for her shower, wanting to clean all the grime from the last two days off.
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He had the television turned on, but he wasn’t paying any attention. He was too worried about her. She had promised that she would be back by now, and it wasn’t like her to be so late. Not when it was this important. Part of him was afraid that something had happened to her, and wanted to go back and find her. That she wasn’t coming home and he was wasting time by waiting. That it was already too late.
The other part, the part of him that was an animal, made him sit back and wait, reminding him that she could take care of herself. That she had just killed both Magneto and Mystique with ease. That nothing could touch her. He would wait until morning. If she wasn’t back by then, he would go after her. Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was already two am. Just four more hours and he would head out.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She had stayed in the shower for an hour, just standing under the spray of hot water. She cried silently, for her mother. She would never know what had truly happened. Never know if her mother had survived the ordeal. The only release she felt was knowing that it was over. No one would try to hurt her again.
She stepped out of the shower, drying herself with a large, plush green towel. She took her time, moisturizing her body with softest sent of lotion she had. She used the matching body spray, forgetting the perfume in the medicine cabinet. She also didn’t bother with the blow dryer, instead opting to towel dry her hair until it was only slightly damp.
She quickly dressed, throwing her robe on swiftly before leaving her room.
~*~*~*~*~*~
His mind was still reeling when he heard the knock. He growled slightly, not wanting to be disturbed. Who ever it was had better have something important to say. He was in no mood for company right now.
Throwing open the door, he was taken aback by the sight of her, standing there in her bathrobe. The one he had gotten for her last Christmas. It was her favorite.
“Hey, Sugar,” she said with a sweet smile. “You going to invite me in, or do you want to do this right here?”
“Come on in, Darlin. You know you don’t have to knock, don’t you?” He asked as he stepped aside. The banter was familiar, loving, and completely Marie. She was home, and he wasn’t going to let her go wandering off alone again. At least not for a long time. Just her presence seemed to release the tension that had been building up in the back of his neck.
She walked to his bed, plopping herself down unceremoniously. Her bathrobe opened to reveal the long, creamy flesh of her inner thigh. And was that a flash of black? Logan looked away, not wanting to do something that might scare her. He wasn’t sure if she was ready yet.
“When did you get back?” He asked, leaning against the door. She let her eyes wander down his body, and he suddenly felt a rush of lust in his groin. If she kept this up, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself.
“Before two. I just wanted to take a shower first.”
“And what did you find?”
She delicately tore her gaze away from his chest, batting her lashes. She thought for a second, before shaking her head. “I don’t want to talk about that right now, Sugar. Why don’t you come sit next to me?”
He hesitated for only a second before moving from his post. She was already straining his control beyond his expectations, but he couldn’t lose it. Not yet. Not until she was ready. No pressure.
He sat slowly, his demeanor stiff. Before he had the chance to feel comfortable, she threw herself into his lap, straddling his thighs so that her legs crossed behind his back. He felt her hands on his chest, massaging the muscles, exploring his abs. Her mouth met his with the same fierce hunger that was eating away at him. He lost control.
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She felt his lips respond to hers, his hands grab her tightly, plastering her body against his. It all felt so right, so perfect. She moaned into his mouth as he released a growl. She wrapped her legs tighter around him as he stood, picking her up with him. He didn’t go far, though, only turned their bodies so that he could gently lay her on the bed.
She felt his lips again, his tongue urging her lips open. He explored her mouth completely before moving to her neck, leaving small, wet kisses as he went.
She felt his hands on her, kneading her breast and caressing her stomach. She moaned as he opened her bathrobe, knowing what was underneath, knowing what it would do to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He sat up as he pulled the robe open, wanting to know if he had just imagined the flash of black. He hadn’t. She wore only the barest lace underneath the robe. Really, only scraps of fabric pieced together to resemble a bar and panties set. It all looked so delicate, he wasn’t even sure how she was able to get it on without tearing something. Oh well.
She took the opportunity to undo his pants as he stripped his shirt. By the time he was stripped, his blood was pounding in his ears.
He wanted to kiss her, to take her in his arms, but he also wanted to explore her body, to know every curve, every inch of her skin. He gently cupped her breasts, feeling them in his hands, their softness, and their fullness. Slowly, he lifted the flimsy fabric, freeing her from the cloth. Her breasts spilled out and he gave in to temptation. He bent his head, tasting her skin before moving to her nipple. He devoured her, feeling her body squirm and hearing her voice moan.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She hadn’t realized how good it would be. And, it seemed, he was only getting started. As his mouth paid homage to her breast, she felt his hand wander lower.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He didn’t bother with the fabric as he let his hand slide down her stomach, searching for her most secret spot. He glided past her pubic hairs, wanting to give her only a little taste of the bliss he was going to give her before she left his room.
He felt her body shudder harshly as he began to play with her, toying with her. Reluctantly, he left her breast, wanting to taste all of her. He couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed to taste like peaches, the alcohol from her body spray only making it seem like fine wine.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She gasped when she felt his lips kiss her mound. She felt his tongue explore her and she felt herself quiver, her muscles tightening in anticipation. She had an idea of what this was, she had brought herself to this point quiet a few times over the years. But, it was different now, stronger. She only wished that he would let her fall over the edge.
Just when she thought she couldn’t bare it any longer, she felt his teeth lightly on her clit. He growled at the same time, and she fell. Hard. Harder then she ever thought possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~
He backed off only a little bit as he felt the shudders run through her body. He continued to touch her, but only enough to emphasize the pleasure, not wanting to give her too much. And finally, as she came back to earth, he pulled himself up so that he was looking into her eyes when they opened.
“Hey, Marie.”
“Is it like that for everyone?” She asked slowly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Nope. Just for you,” he flashed a primitive smile, and her heart swelled. “And that’s not even half of it.”
“I know,” she whispered back, pushing against him and forcing him on his back. It was her turn to pleasure him, but she wasn’t going to take as much time as he did. She was in a greedy mood and she wanted to feel him soon, after she tasted him.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Her lips were like velvet against his skin, and when she wrapped them around his member, he knew he had never felt anything so wonderful before. She took as much in her mouth as she could, but it wasn’t all of it, and he felt his pleasure rise as she wrapped her small delicate hand around the base. Moving her head, she tasted him, devoured him. He thought it was almost unbearable until she began to twist her tongue around the head. At the same time, she used her free hand, the one that wasn’t full already, to massage his testicles.
He growled, knowing that he couldn’t take anymore. He grabbed her, flipping her around so that she was back on the bed, staring up at him, her eyes full of surprise. He kissed her before she had the chance to speak. He kissed her passionately, pushing his hard member against her. He squeaked in surprise, and he smiled, not yet breaking the kiss as he slowly entered her. She was tight, small, and ready.
~*~*~*~*~*~
She had never felt as complete as she did with him inside of her. She had never realized that it could be this wonderful, this magical, as he entered her, moving back and fourth, making her his. She came over and over, thrashing against him at the same time. She felt wild, animalist, carnal.
And, when his time was close, she knew it, felt it, and the anticipation grew within her. And when he fell over the edge, she came with him, also.
They spent the rest of the night and well into the next day exploring each other. And it was perfect.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Let's get it on.....
Chapter End Notes:
Ok, so I had to add this. I don't usually write this kind of stuff, just because I bluch easy, but I felt that the readers deserved it since I didn't elaborate too much on what happened during the fight with Mags and Mystique. Kind of like a small redemption.
Just a little more to go now...
Just a little more to go now...