Ororo forgot to reset her alarm. By the time she woke, the bedroom was bright with sunlight, and she felt hazy from sleep. Almost too rested. She stirred against a warm, solid bulk, squirming and stretching within the snare of a heavy pair of arms. She yawned gustily and hummed her approval of the warmth and the soft, slightly hairy skin beneath her cheek. Gentle, blunt fingers caressed her hair.
“Hey. Darlin’. Is this all right?”
The voice was soft and deep, rough and scratchy from sleep.
“Mm-hm.” She nodded against him and burrowed her face into his neck. He huffed, and she heard the crack of his smile.
“You sure?”
“Sure,” she repeated, and she coiled her arms around him, trapping his thigh with her leg.
“Made yerself awfully comfortable, ‘Ro.”
“S’only fair. You kept me up.”
He was immediately contrite. “Look, darlin’... I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I keep… I can’t stop… Damn it. Damn it, damn it-”
“No. Don’t. Don’t worry. Please.” She leaned up and stared down into his face. His hand paused in her hair, and he plucked a strand from the corner of her mouth where it had stuck. “I know this isn’t typical, okay? This isn’t something I just ‘do.’”
“Understood.”
“And I know this seems a little… forward on my part.”
“On yer part? Okay, ‘Ro. Sure.” His eyes were still drowsy, but they crinkled in amusement. They were lovely up close, a warm, deep brown with bits of amber in them.
“Okay. You’re not exactly subtle, either.”
“Subtlety ain’t exactly my strong suit,” he agreed, and he settled her more comfortably against him, still not quite believing that he had that luxury.
“But.” She paused a beat. “I like you. There’s just something about you, and… I like you, Logan.”
That made his smile spread across his face at its full wattage. “Oh, ya do, do ya?”
Her smile was crooked, and her eyes flitted off to the side, but he teased her chin with his fingertip to prompt her to look at him. Her eyes were honest and warm. Logan read the affection there, mingled with a hint of mischief. “Yeah. I do.”
“Well, I hope ya like me for my mind, darlin’.”
“That. And your modesty.”
Laughter. It burst from him in rough, raspy chuckles and sputters, and he poked her in her side, making her yelp. “Yer the worst,” he muttered.
“I know.”
“I like you, too, darlin’.”
“Never would have guessed, buddy.”
“Can I kiss ya good mornin’?”
Ororo nodded and hummed in the affirmative, and she dipped her head, caressing his lips with hers. His pushed back, temptingly soft, and their lips met again, another pliant stroke, followed by another, before he sucked her plump lower lip to urge her to open for him, and from that moment, the kisses grew hungry and hot, consuming her.
He was still lusciously naked. All Ororo had on was the brief sleep shirt and soft, satin panties. His touches were tentative, as though his hands wanted to ask permission as they found each curve, dip and hollow of her body. Her skin smelled sleep-warm and her hands explored him, too, making him glad he woke up in a bed instead of with cold, damp grass tickling his nethers.
She cut off their kiss with a short, sharp “Oh, shit! Look at the time!”
It was a Tuesday, after all.
“Ooooh. Ya slept in, darlin’.”
“Eeearrrrghhh…” She slumped against him in temporary defeat. “Well. I can’t call off, but we can raincheck.”
“Can’t call ‘em and fake a cough? Food poisoning? Make a pretend ransom call? Maybe ya got kidnapped by a cult of party clowns.”
She snickered against his chest. “Oh, man. You’re making it hard for me to leave this bed.”
“That’s the point, darlin’. It’s nice in here.”
“Will you come back? Later?”
“Whatever ya want, ‘Ro. Whenever.” She felt him shrug beneath her and sighed as he resumed stroking her hair.
“Wearing actual clothes? And come in through the front door?”
“I could work something out. I’m flexible.”
“And, hey, buddy. You wouldn’t have to wear them for that long.”
“Oh. Now you’re speaking my language, Ororo.”
“The view is pretty nice.”
“Yes, it is.” And his eyes drank her in, memorizing her face. “I just can’t seem ta stay away from you for too long, darlin’. And I like wakin’ up ta you.” His hands framed her face, and Logan skimmed his thumb over the edge of her lower lip. She responded by nibbling the edge of it, staring into his eyes. Challenging him. Desire filled him, and she made a pleased little sigh when he drew her down for another kiss. Her hips moved wantonly against him, and Logan groaned at the feel of her pressing down against his flesh.
Despite her warnings about needing to leave for work, he held her there. His inner voices reminded him that this could still be a dream. He could really be lying out on her lawn again, dreaming this, craving the feel of her arms instead of basking in the reality. He didn’t want to let go of her or watch her take away her heat, her scent, her softness, or the sound of her rich, smooth voice.
But she broke the kiss, this time looking and sounding apologetic. “You know where to find me. That goes without saying.”
“When, then?”
“Tonight. Seven. I’ll feed you.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Do you work today?”
“My shift starts a little later, kiddo. Kinda helps, with the life I lead.”
“Right. Sure.” She huffed a laugh and eased off of him reluctantly, treating him to another long look at her body as she climbed out of bed. “At least you won’t be late.” Then she had a thought. “Hold on.” She darted out of the room and down the stairs, making Logan tsk.
“O. Kay.” He lay back against the pillows, then turned his face to breathe in her scent from one. Oh, that’s nice. She jogged back up the stairs with something clutched in her hand.
“Found you a pair in the clean wash,” she said triumphantly, brandishing the pair of mens’ briefs. She tossed them to him, earning herself a chuckle.
He refused her offer of a shower. “I ain’t gonna get into your shower without you in it, and I might never let ya go to work, darlin’.”
Point taken. “I’ll just get ready, then.”
Twenty minutes later, Logan sat buckled into Ororo’s passenger seat, clad in the briefs, an old, oversized college t-shirt of Ororo’s, and her stretchiest pair of yoga pants. It beat being nude, but Logan still drew stares from her neighbors before they left. Still…
“I’m usually smoother than this,” he murmured.
“Hmm?” She turned into his apartment complex’s parking lot, following the direction of his hand as she looked for his unit’s space.
“This ain’t how I like to break the ice.”
“Logan. Consider it broken.”
His eyes crinkled, and Ororo knew she wanted to make him smile like that again. Soon.
Frequently.
*
Ororo went home for lunch, and she ran into Emma as she came out that afternoon to check her mail and water her front lawn. Emma hailed her briefly after she turned on her sprinklers and met Ororo halfway across the street. “Did you take care of things with your houseguest?”
“Ooooooh, I’d say so.”
“God, Ororo, what’s his deal? What’s going on with him? Is that just his thing?” Emma looked intrigued when she saw how Ororo hedged and hugged herself.
“I don’t even know how to explain this. He’s not a pervert. He just… sleepwalks. But Emma, he’s so nice.”
“Sleepwalks? Really? That’s what all this is about?” Emma’s mouth dropped open, and Ororo felt momentarily guilty about the lie, but Logan’s secret wasn’t hers to share.
“Pretty much.”
“So, he sleeps in the nude, then.”
“Yep.”
“Well, that explains that. Okay! That’s not weird at all!”
“I know, I know…”
“But, you like him?”
Ororo nodded slowly, and her smile was shy. “Yeah. I really do.”
“Okay. Just… see what you can do about the whole naked-on-your-lawn thing. Esme doesn’t need the anatomy lesson quite yet…”
“We’ll work on that.”
“Thank yooooouuuuuu.” Emma dashed back into her house, and Ororo went to make herself a salad with leftover chicken, musing.
Ororo couldn’t help him with the change. She couldn’t make him not change. But she had to wonder, what made him wander out at night? What gave him itchy feet? Was it because he was restless?
Or maybe, just because he was lonely?
She came home that night and went through her usual routine. Dinner. Laundry. Sprucing up the bathroom. Making the living room look less like a pack of wild moose had stampeded through it, picking up the clutter and the discarded clothing that made her sofa look like her laundry hamper.
She put away the bat, relieved that she wouldn’t need it.
She made sure that supper was still warm and waiting by the time Logan arrived, on the dot and definitely better dressed. He wore a zippered cardigan over a turtleneck and a comfortably broken-in pair of jeans, and his hair was combed through with some product. Ororo gave a low wolf whistle and told him, “Hubba, HUBBA.”
“Oh, God… stop. Don’t.” He looked embarrassed but tickled, rubbing his nape, and she watched a blush creep over his cheeks.
“Oh, honey hush,” she continued as she stepped aside to let him inside. “Oh, my goodness. I liked you out of those clothes, but I like you in those clothes. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to get you back out of those clothes, but I promised I’d feed you.”He looked civilized enough at a glance, but there was always something wild under the surface, if you looked closely enough. He blushed and tsked under his breath, but then he closed in on her, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her, warm and sweet. She sighed in contentment, and the sound resonated through him, settling over his nerves. It felt so good to hold her.
It was getting difficult to stop kissing him, and Ororo had to break free long enough to lock the door. Her breath sounded shaky and uneven when she spoke. “How was work?”
“Too damned slow. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout ya, darlin’.” He wanted to drown in those eyes, now glazed with passion. He stroked the curve of her plump lower lip with his thumb, caressed the perfection of her skin.
“Me, too.”
“Thought ya were gonna feed me.”
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
“Is that gonna include dessert, darlin’? Huh?” She nodded, making a little noise of agreement.
“Promise you won’t bite me?” she husked.
“Not unless ya ask me, ‘Ro.” There was so much promise in that voice. So much heat in his eyes, and his body blazed with warmth through his practical clothes. She wanted to wrap herself in it, but first…
“Come to the table. I hope you’re hungry.”
They sat close to each other at her dinette, and she just picked at her own food while he ate his slowly, appreciatively, occasionally feeding her a morsel of his chicken. Ororo made a show of it, eating from his fingers, licking the sauce from his skin and sucking it clean. She heard his breathing change, watched his pupils dilate. She swore she could hear his pulse jump.
He’d certainly heard hers, as well as her heartbeat that sped up a little every time he fed her, slipping his fingers into the satiny wetness of her mouth.
“I wasn’t expecting this, ‘Ro. I dreamt about it enough, but…”
“The last couple of times around, I realized I didn’t want you to run away from me. If you’d stuck around, I would have made you breakfast.”
“I like this.”
“Good.” She wiped a smudge of sauce from the corner of his mouth with her thumb, tasting it off of him, but he leaned in and kissed her. “Mmmmm…”
“Mmm-hmmm.” She chuckled and drew back, needing to know something. “What made you pick me?”
“I felt something when we met. Can’t even describe what it was, but… I felt myself bein’ pulled back here, toward you. You were safe. Strong. And calm.”
“Maybe not that calm. I kinda freaked out a little when I saw you with the fur.” She reached out and caressed his jaw, cradling it in her palm. “I could get used to it, though.”
“I hope ya mean that.”
“Oh, I do.”
“All right,” he said with a shrug. Then Logan pushed back his chair, startling her, before he stood up, pulled her to her feet, and then hoisted her over his shoulder by the waist.
“Logan!” Giggles escaped her, and she swatted his ass ineffectually. Her hair hung down into her face from being tipped over like that, and she felt herself bouncing along as he took the stairs quickly.
“Ya mentioned dessert.”
“I might’ve…” Her voice was cut off as he plopped her down onto the bed. And his expression was hungry.
“I’ve got a sweet tooth, darlin’. And ya look pretty sweet ta me.” His voice was a deep rasp that made little thrills run down her spine and gave her goosebumps, and when he leaned down to kiss her, she clutched at him, dragging him down with her to the mattress. That firm body covered her, and he drank deep kisses from her mouth, exploring it, mapping the interior and making her arch against him. Ororo’s arms twined around him, and she combed her fingers through his thick, unruly hair, mussing it up. She wanted him messy. Wild.
“Protection’s in the top drawer.” Her voice sounded breathy and full of need.
“That’s fine, darlin’.” He murmured that into her neck as he undid the buttons of her thin sweater and then kissed a path between her breasts. She felt the faint chill of the room as he exposed her skin, but he replaced it with the heat of his mouth and hands. Oh, he was good at this. He lapped and nibbled her everywhere, just taking his sweet time, finding and undoing all of the fastenings on her clothes, letting each piece drop to the floor, one by one. His tongue swirled inside the dip of her navel, nearly making her come off the bed. “Taste sweet, ‘Ro. Taste so good.”
She shuddered at the arousal in his voice and the way his eyes ate her up. Her hands skimmed over him, finding the zipper of his sweater and tugging it down impatiently, jerking at the buckle at his waist. She needed to see him, to touch him without any barriers and linger over his skin after staring at it for so many months, like he was her offering. He loomed over her as she gradually freed him of all those layers and textures of fabric; cable-knit cotton, soft turtleneck, thinner cotton briefs, rough, scratchy denim, all of it was shed with abandon, mingling with her clothes on the floor. She lolled beneath him for a while, just drinking him in while he slowly rutted against her. She reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his swollen, twitching flesh. It felt hard and hot as she stroked it, and his face went slack with bliss.
“Please, darlin’...”
“I know what you want,” she purred. “But it’s okay to tell me how. Or to show me.” He made an intelligible sound and jerked in her hand. Ororo leaned up and lapped at the cords of muscle in his throat. He was exquisite, male, strong; his skin was firm and hot, covered with a layer of dark hair. Logan’s breathing quickened as she wrested control from him and rolled them over so that she straddled him. He moaned in pleasure and gripped her hips, letting her kiss him senseless. Ororo’s hair tented their faces, tickling his skin, and Logan tangled his fingers in it, savoring how silky it felt, how it smelled; its fragrance whispered to him and inflamed his senses. Her body’s curves were generous, and they yielded to his caress. He teased her nipples, barely skimming them with his fingertips, circling them with a feather-light touch, and she rutted against his hardened flesh in response. So much sensation pooled her stomach at the feel of his hands at her breasts, and she didn’t object when he sat up, keeping her on his lap so he could suckle her. Long, lazy spirals of his tongue around one stiffened, luscious dark bud made her hips move, but he tightened his grip on them, stilling her.
“Not yet,” he rasped. She’d finish him off too quickly, and he wanted to savor this and draw it out as long as he could. But he could still tease Ororo, in the meantime, and he feasted on her, on her neck, collarbones, and her breasts until he felt her grow slick, dampening his flesh. “Look at you, darlin’. God, just look at you… yer beautiful, ‘Ro. I wanna make ya forget yer own name.”
She nodded, and his fingers traced the line of her spine, giving her more shivers, until she had to kiss him again to stifle herself, because she was about to wake the neighborhood, with no remorse.
Logan lifted her up with him, scooting to the edge of the bed and carrying her with her legs wrapped around him toward the dresser. He rested her against the edge of it while he dug in the drawer one-handed, finding the box of Trojans, unopened. That flattered him. He grabbed one foil-wrapped disc and ripped it open with his teeth before handing it to her to fiddle with. She prized the condom loose and gripped him, stroking him a few times just to make him make that sound again, before she eased it over the head and rolled it down, kissing him, and he carried her back to the bed, easing them back to their prior positions, and this time when she reached for him, she guided him to her waiting entrance and sheathed him in one smooth thrust. Her eyes widened at the feel of him, how stretched and full she felt. The choked, shuddering gasp that escaped her, paired with that look of wonder on her face woke the animal in him, and his grip on her hips tightened. Ororo thought she saw a brief flash of amber in his eyes, but it faded an instant later, and she began to move. Long, slow thrusts, with her arms wrapped around his neck. She rode him, taking him so sweetly, breathing in the scent of his skin and sweat. Slow, sharp pumps of her hips drove him mad.
“Feel so good, darlin.’” She was hot, snug, and fit him like a glove. His hands skimmed over the slopes of her thighs, molding the tight muscles, kneading her ripe, round ass as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her halfway. The change in pressure as he hit her sweet spot forced little cries from her, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. “You like that, don’tcha.” His voice was gritty and low. Smug. “Like how that feels, huh? Havin’ me up inside ya.”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, ya do.”
She nodded, unable to form words when he reached down and flicked her clit with deft fingers, stroking it and making it slick and hot. She rode him faster, harder, but he kept up with her. She squeezed him, lowering her face to his neck. “Oh, God, Logan… oh, God…” Her thighs burned, but she needed more from him. Her hands clutched at him, and she nipped his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin.
Oh.
It was like she flipped a switch.
Excitement and electricity shot through his body at that small, subtle bite, and Logan growled in his throat, and he couldn’t let her delay what was happening to him any longer. Logan tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her hard, tongues dueling, before he tugged her hair to make her expose her neck to him. He laved it, nibbling the cords of her throat, and her cries grew in volume. He thrust up at her faster, more insistently, and her legs felt like they would give out. He felt her falter, and he rolled her onto her back, wrapping her legs around his waist. Logan resumed his thrusts into her wet heat, making her breasts bounce enticingly. This was what he liked, not just to feel, but to watch. She was arched back into the pillows, crying out his name like a prayer. It was so damned good that he could practically howl.
Their skin misted with sweat. She felt the sensations building in her center, felt a fluttering in her womb, slowly giving in to the building, swelling ripples, and her climax rolled loose. Her hips jerked in little spasms, and Logan watched her face, saw those gorgeous eyes go hazy and close as he curled her toes.
He let her come down from it, and she was lax and limp. Glowing. He stretched himself out against her and kissed her. Soft, lingering and appreciative. Even apologetic. “Darlin’?”
“Mm-hm?”
“I’m turnin’ ya over.”
“What? Wait… oh! Logan, what’re you…?” Her voice was incredulous as he eased off of her and flipped her and leaned over to grab one of her pillows, which he tucked under her chest. “What… are you… oh. Oh.” He swept her hair aside and lapped at the tender flesh of her nape and shoulders. His tongue traveled down her delicate spin, tracing the pearls of her spine. He kissed the dents in the small of her back, then nipped at her ass to make it jump.
Surely he wasn’t-
- oh, God, he WAS.
Logan lifted her hips, urging her to come up on her knees, tilting herself up to him, and he gave her still-damp crease a deep, loving taste. Ororo’s eyes widened, then completely glazed over with pleasure.
This man was going to kill her. Honestly.
Local Woman Dies from Heart Attack Brought on by Multiple Orgasms. Details at Eleven. Holy. SHIT. Oh, his tongue… it felt like hot velvet, stroking her tender flesh and building her back up to fever pitch within seconds. And he was still hungry… still savoring her… still exploring all of her secrets and hidden nerves and hot zones with that mouth. His dark stubble oversensitized her, a counterpoint to his soft lips. He had her shuddering and crying out into the pillow, fingers curled in the sheets as he made her come again. Her legs wobbled, and he gripped her hips to steady her.
“I ain’t ever gonna get tired of that,” he admitted.
Ororo tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse. “Hnnnnfff.” He kissed the curve of her ass, tracing patterns over his skin with his fingers.
“Stay with me, sweetheart. Just a little longer. You feel so good, darlin’.”
She moaned at the gentle probe of his fingers stroking her, spreading her and slipping inside. Ororo moaned again into the pillow, gripping it. She felt him rub his sex against her entrance, and her head spun at the thought that he still hadn’t come and that he was ready for another go.
Yet she thrust her hips back at him in invitation, letting his cock slide just along her crease, promising that she would welcome him back. He let her tease him, just warming his cock, and she pushed herself up onto her hands, fully on all fours. The arch of her back and the proud tilt of Ororo’s ass made Logan eager to be inside her again, but he just let her rub on him, grinding back on him in smooth slides, cradling his balls against her divide. He was so swollen and hard; inside the condom, he was leaking. Dripping with need.
“That’s it, darlin’. That’ it. That’s how I like it.” His own breathing was uneven and his voice was ragged, but she heard the smile in his tone. “That’s right… ya feel so right, ‘Ro.”
How could she still be so hungry for it? For him? She let out a small mewl of need, urging him to give her what she wanted, continuing to rub on him. He let her for a few more precious strokes, before he returned himself to her heat in one smooth, hard thrust.
By the third thrust, she was pushing back to meet him, finding his rhythm and making it hers.
By the tenth thrust, Logan began to move faster, driven by those moans and whimpers. She sounded so damned sweet. Sounded like that for him and that sent his brain into a tailspin.
By the time he lost count, she had a pulsing grip on him, insides squeezing and coddling him until he couldn’t hold on. His climax worked its way down his spine and into his hips, and he felt himself burst. He came shuddering, thrusting his way through it, and the short, hard snaps of his hips pushed Ororo over the edge one last time. Her breath came out in helpless, disbelieving pants and broken cries.
This time, they both collapsed. She was so deliciously limp, welcoming the freedom from the burden of coherent thought. Logan’s arms found her, enveloping her so that they lay spooned together. His breath fanned over her nape and stirred her hair.
She twitched, arching back against him, hand caressing his arm where it was looped around her waist. He breathed in her scent and brushed reverent kisses over her shoulder. “I’m gonna tuck ya in. Just like you did me.”
“All right.” She yawned and felt him kiss her again.
“And I’m gonna throw this thing out.” Logan managed to free the covers from where they were bunched underneath them and spread them over Ororo, locking out the chill. She heard him pad out the door to her bathroom and heard the snap of the condom being removed and pitched into the trash. When he came back, he turned off her light and crawled under the covers with her. She automatically curled herself around him in the dark and just listened to him breath. She fell asleep with the sensation of him stroking her hair again.
He drifted off, and Logan dreamt of her eyes, of her voice calling his name.
They felt safe. Warm.
Like perfect mates.
*
Logan still changed once a month. But he ceased his late night wanderings once his reason for it was right beside him, beckoning and inviting. He never woke up on Ororo’s front lawn again.
But sometimes, Ororo’s neighbors still sighed and scratched their heads at the sight of the short, stocky guy with rumpled hair making his out to get her newspaper off the lawn, dressed in her pink chenille bathrobe with teacups on it. What was the deal with some people?
FIN.
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Summary: Logan receives a very welcome surprise.
Author’s Note: Smut. Don’t act shocked.
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