Just a short one shot I had written about Logan having a one night stand, implied Lomille. Also this may seem a little out of character for Logan but I wanted to do something a little realistic, but anyway enjoy.
He wasn't really surprised when he woke up that morning to find that she had already left. Logan looked at his clock and noticed that she left (he guessed) before the guys had come back to their shared apartment.
It'd be a lie if he said that he didn't want to feel her lying next to him, her dark hair cascading over pillows and her warm skin pressed against his body. He kind of wished she was lying next to him still sleeping now.
But here he was in bed after their fist night together and he was already having regrets of the boundaries he had set.
"It is what it is, we're friends but with benefits," he had said with a smirk as he pressed her up against a wall. "Lots of benefits."
At the time he ignored the obvious hurt and anger in her eyes, he was too horny to think beyond the growing problem in his pants. And the entire time he would speak to her, showering her with compliments, sweet little words and tried to tangle his hands into her thick hair she'd pin him down, harshly tell him to shut up and bit down roughly on his neck.
Turning to his body surprisingly was full of a lot of aches; he knew the bruises she left would stay with him for a long while. And Logan guessed that was his punishment for trying to use her.
'She probably won't look at me after this,' the raven haired boy thinks to himself wincing as he got up from his bed.
Making his way to the bathroom, he felt his head swim with all of the images from the night before. They assaulted his mind viciously and he sighed wishing that he could change it all.
Looking in the bathroom mirror he sees the bruises and scars littering his fair skin, they were red, purple, blue and pulsing with pain.
"I shouldn't… God… I feel like such a jerk," he mutters to himself as he turns on the shower making sure the water is steaming hot.
When there's fog on the mirror he steps in hissing as the hot water splashes against his injuries from the night before. As he scrubs his tendered skin clean he wonders what she's doing at the moment, he hopes she isn't crying or slipping back and renewing the scars that used to decorate the delicate skin of her wrists.
He's all clean now, his mind out of its fog as he turns off the shower and steps out guilt hitting him like a punch to the ribs. Another sigh leaves his lips as he thinks of her words and his careless reply.
"I love you," she'd said her eyes hopefully, scared and wide.
"Oh that's nice," he'd said shaking off the broken look in her eyes and ignored the tears threatening to fall.
"… I understand… if you don't feel the same way," she said looking down awkwardly at her feet and wringing her hands.
"Don't worry sweetie, we can be friends, just with benefits," he said to her with a smirk and a leer brimming in his eyes.
She didn't reply, rather she looked disgusted, conflicted and broken. Why didn't he notice it before? Why did he convince her to go along with it? Even James wouldn't stoop to such a level, but why did he?
"She won't talk to me… not now," he mused as he thought of calling her while getting on his clothes.
He already knew that she'd tell Carlos everything, the Latino was a far better friend (and person) than he was at the moment… or maybe ever.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this," he sighed sitting on his bed, his head heavy in his hands.
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