A/N Hey people, I'm back and you know I love you so... I have given you another chapter. Lucky Buggers.
Thanks to VulcanLover12 (awesome name!) and SarahBloomSakura for reviewing all the chapters and telling me what you love about the story, it makes me want to write more and thanks to TeacupHeart! I love sequels too!
And heres some Logan/Ivy fluff because you know you love it
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Ivy's POV
I strolled down the halls idly, humming under my breath quietly as my eyes roamed over the familiar painting lining the wooden walls. Have I seen that one before... oh wait, yes I have, when I was drunk... huh it looks different
I sighed in boredom and my walking slowed as I got lost in my own thoughts. What was I going to get Logan for Christmas? The man was hard enough to buy a birthday present for—don't ask—and I did not want to have to go through that again. I ran a hand through my flame coloured locks before pulling down my shirt impatiently.
I rubbed the crook of my neck again before walking forwards quicker, suddenly craving a hot shower. The heat would sooth my aching muscles and maybe a quick burst of icy water would clear my slightly fuzzy head. I couldn't think straight with the slight drunkenness I still felt, like a presence in the back of my mind.
My feet slowly but surely led me back to the room I shared with Logan while my mind wandered elsewhere. My hands automatically twisted the polished door knob as I pushed the door open, my eyes slightly glazed over as I started stripping my clothes on my way to the bathroom.
I turned the shower head on, feeling the cold air hit my bare side as the cool water slowly heated up. I turned from the shower, facing the mirror before raising a hand and combing it through my hair, absently trying to control my mane of hair.
I frowned at my reflection before grabbing a wash cloth and wetting it under the stream of the shower. I faced the mirror once again and gently rubbed at my face, wiping off the make-up I had applied earlier that day to hide my tired features. The small white piece of cloth became a light beige colour as foundation transferred from my pale cheeks to the pale cloth.
I blinked down at the colour change before looking up, my eyes settling on my reflection and the dark eyes that screamed back at me. I shook my head, turning to throw the cloth into the laundry hamper before I stepped forward, pulling the shower curtain back.
When the hot water touched my leg and my side I breathed out in relief. I closed my eyes and hummed in contentment as I felt the grime from the previous day wash away, falling in streams down my body. I sighed loudly, my muscles relaxing under the hot water as I ran my hands through my hair, ensuring it was fully wet before applying a generous dollop of shampoo.
I smiled softly as the smell of ginger reached my nostrils. I chuckled when I remembered Logan's curiosity all those months ago, wondering why I smelt so nice to his senses, the smell of rose and ginger apparently. I rubbed the pastel orange coloured soap into my hair gently, tugging at the knots and smoothing the dark red hair down.
I heard the bathroom door creak open as I washed the soap spuds from my hair. I ignored the slight beat of panic that thrummed in my chest before I felt Logan's presence as the sink's tap turned on. I heard him splashing water—most likely onto his face and neck—before the rustling of material, my towel.
"Logan?" I called out, my hand poking out of the shower.
I felt his warm hand touch my own and I smiled gently before asking, "Can you pass me a new container of body wash?" I asked, holding back my chuckle.
He snorted before I felt the loss of his hand and heard the cabinets opening. I patiently waited for the cool container to touch my hands and when it did, I said a quiet thank you before grabbing a loofa and pouring some off the unscented white liquid onto the bright coloured ball.
"I'm not sure whether I'm happy you got a new shower curtain for our room or if I'm severely disappointed," Logan's deep voice grumbled over the shower.
I chuckled despite my best efforts, "well, I'll let you ponder over that when you're not in the same room as me," I told him, watching the soap fall down my ivory skin and down the drain.
He hummed quietly, the sound of marble clashing as he sat on the toilet, "now I don't want to leave," he stated, as more rustling sounded. I could picture his trade mark smirk painted on his features as he crossed his arms defiantly.
I rolled my eyes at his behaviour and comment but stayed under the hot spray of the water, allowing the heat to seep into my muscles. We sat—stood in my case—in companionable silence for what seemed like hours but couldn't have been more than ten minutes.
"It's lunch in a hour darling," Logan suddenly said, his drawl emphasising the pet name, "you better get dressed," he said before standing and leaving the room, his heavy footsteps stopping in the bedroom where creaking could be heard.
I sighed and turned the shower head off, before reluctantly stepping out into the cool air. I shivered and grabbed the large fluffy towel that sat, draped over the sink, before hastily drying myself off, water droplets still showing on my smooth unmarred skin. I quickly dried my hair rendering it, for the moment, unable to drip water down my back.
I wrapped the same towel around my body snugly before lazily walking out in the bedroom to witness Logan lying on the bed, his large frame taking up the better portion of it.
I smiled softly at his peaceful expression as I wandered over to him, watching his chest rise and fall with steady breaths. I cocked my head as I came to lie next to him, turning my head so I could stare at his face like something out of a romantic movie.
I always hated those films.
I blinked lazily at him, each time making it harder for me to force my eyes open again. I sighed and turned on my side, facing him as I felt water drip down my legs, sliding down my thighs. I lifted a hand and pushed his hair out of his face gently, making sure not to disturb him with the action.
As I lowered my hand, his own shot up to grab my wrist, making me jump violently. I turned a glare on him as he chuckled, rolling over and letting out a soft sigh in contentment. His hand went from gripping my wrist to gently holding it as his thumb rubbed the pulse point.
I gave him a playful wince, staring at him openly as he breathed deeply, "Lunch is in a hour," I echoed his words from before, my free hand coming free of my body to reach out and bop the tip of his nose.
He opened an eye in annoyance before shrugging his large shoulders and moving closer, nuzzling into my neck like a child. I cocked a brow, attempting to look down at his face but he burrowed deeper, his breath tickling my neck as he breathed.
"Hmm rose," he stated inhaling deeply as he gripped my wrist tighter, the soft stroking disappearing.
I chuckled, relaxing as we stayed close to each other, breathing each other in happily. I heard a voice in my head reminding me that lunch was probably in around three quarters of an hour and I had to get dressed. I winced before pulling back and sitting up, brushing my now dripping hair from my cheeks.
"Ivy," Logan mumbled, his face now pressed against the soft cotton duvet, a small frown marring his features.
I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned down a little, "yeah?" I asked quietly, my eyebrows crinkling slightly.
One of his eyes peeked open again and the same note of annoyance was visible in his chocolate eyes. I cocked a brow, waiting for him to explain what he wanted. Logan was strangely childish that way.
He murmured something, but it reached my ears as muffled noise. I rolled my eyes and leaned in closer, tilting my head so I could hear him better. He mumbled again and I shagged my shoulders when I still couldn't hear his deep voice through the comforter.
"Logan, for Pete's sake—"
His lips crashed against mine roughly, his hands quickly grabbing my hips and pulling me down. He let my lips go, a large smile on his face as I giggled and hit him on the shoulder. I shook my head as his grip tightened and he held me close again, his grip clearly stating that he wasn't going to let me go.
I wiggled in his grasp, muttering about lunch and our plans before I heard him cursing. I stopped moving out of habit and glared at his closed eye lids heatedly. He made a gruff noise before shifting to get comfortable, pulling me to his chest as his arms wrapped around my body possessively.
I shook my head but let him hold me close, a small content smile on my lips. I blinked, my eyelids feeling heavy as I inhaled Logan's scent, a deep musk and the pure woodsy smell of the outdoors... as cheesy as it sounded. I burrowed my head into his chest and allowed my eyes to slide shut, my breathing calming as Logan's hand gently rubbed up and down my back.
I hummed in contentment and relaxed fully allowing my body to go slack in my partner's arms. Logan chuckled softly, his head tilting as he pressed a soft but firm kiss to the top of my head.
"I love you," he muttered quietly.
I tensed up a little, my eyes flying open when he uttered the words I had wished for him to speak for months. My breathing increased and I sat, staring into the dark hues of his shirt in shock. Oh my god... he had told me he loved me... what do I do? Do I say it back? I do don't I?
"Ivy?" he asked, his voice holding slight fear, a tone I had rarely heard in his deep voice.
I swallowed before pulling back and looking up into his chocolate eyes, "I love you too," I whispered.
I got about a split second of air before he claimed my lips again, his mouth demanding as he slowly rolled over me, towering above me. I whimpered into his mouth as one of his hands slid up my thigh, his soft touch taking me breath away. I allowed my hands to travel under his shirt and caress the hard muscles that lined his stomach, instant appreciation for his body blooming in my own.
He pulled back, his breathing hard, before whispering, "We have to go to lunch," he said hoarsely.
I nodded, swallowing hard before pressing a soft kiss to his mouth and pushing him gently so he'd roll over onto his back once again. I stood up quickly, ignoring the small wet patch my hair had left on the dark duvet, as I walked over to the closet opening it impatiently.
I pulled out some dark jeans and woollen jersey along with lacey undergarments. I slipped the lace over my legs and clipped my bra before hastily pulling on the tight jeans and snug shirt. I hummed in the warmth and grinned for a few seconds before quickly throwing on some boots and skipping out to get my lover.
"Logan, if you're still on that bed when I get out of this closet, so help me I'll—" I stopped when I found the room empty.
I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose in annoyance. That's the second time today I thought I was talking to the man but he wasn't even in the bloody room! Well at least he wasn't on the damn bed... I grumbled under my breath, my mood souring as I stormed over to rip my phone off its charger.
I let out a small shriek as warm hands surrounded me, flipping me around and dropping me on the vanity, "ready?" Logan asked gently, his warm chocolate eyes focused on my own emerald green ones.
I nodded and grabbed his hands, my anger evaporating as I leant in for one kiss before humming and dragging him out the door. I had shopping to do and even the hunk of a man I called my boyfriend couldn't slow me down.
So it occurred to me while writing this story that I don't recall asking my loyal readers if they wanted a lemon!? I feel kind of guilty... I like to ask my readers in case some people don't like that or think it'll ruin the story. And please don't be embarrassed to say yes you want one because I think I'll be more embarrassed to actually write said lemon...
Anyway here is you're chapter and I hoped you liked it
-Taila
