Tabula Rasa by Pari

Hot like Fire... by Pari


Author's Note: This chapter contains explicit scenes of sexual situations. It will contain subject matter not tasteful to everyone, but I felt necessary for the story I'm trying to tell. You have been warned.


He had sensed her watching him but he didn't mind so he didn't call her on it. He kept his eyes and focus on the secluded winding dirt road they were traveling down. She sat with her back against the passenger side door with her knees bent and to her chest, as she openly watched him with interest.

"Is that part of your mutation?" She asked, ending their three hours of comfortable silence.

"What?" He responded but didn't take his eyes off the road.

"Your hair," That question earned her an icy glance from him as he arched a brow at her. "The way it sticks up like that, all wild and unruly."

"I don't 'style' it if that's what yer askin. I wash it and leave it." He replied.

"Hmph, well I like it," She said as she stretched out her legs and rested her bare feet across his lap. "I think it's sexy," She added and he looked down at the wiggling toes attached to the feet in his lap, and then up into the face of the woman seated beside him, whose face held a wanton look.

"You really, really like playing with fire don't you kid?" He growled.

"I'm not afraid of you and in case you hadn't noticed I'm not a kid either," She arched her back a bit and raised her arms above her head, she appeared to be stretching, but he could see her true purpose was to display her ample breast, which he gazed at unashamed and appreciatively. He chuckled as he shook his head slightly and returned his gaze back to the road. "Don't laugh at me, Logan," She hissed as she narrowed her eyes and kicked at one of his thighs with one of her feet. This got her another growl, a warning growl and she knew it, so she yanked her feet from his lap, as she turned in her seat and place her feet on the floor.

"You shouldn't try to play some sexpot, seductress. It don't really suit ya."

"You mean it doesn't suit 'her', but like I keep telling all of you. I aint her," She huffed out as she crossed her arms across her chest, and Logan couldn't figure out if she did that as a defense mechanism or as some form of comforting mechanism.

"'Her', ya mean 'Ro? Naw darlin I don't mean 'Ro. No 'Ro was a born seductress, and she was all the more alluring because she didn't have to try. Hell I don't even think she realized just how sexy she was. She didn't have ta 'act' it she was just sexy 'period'. No effort needed. Now you, you try too hard and you look silly because you really have no idea…" Logan stated and didn't go further leaving her to wonder.

"I don't have any idea? What the fuck is 'that' supposed to mean?" She asked angrily as she turned back to him. "Come off it Logan, we both know that you want me, and I think I've made my wants very clear. You're the one being Mr. Chivalry…no you're more like some whipped motherfucker getting blue balls waiting around for some pussy you ain't never 'ever' gonna get, instead of taking the pussy being offered to you on a silver platter." She suddenly jerked forward, and she instinctively threw her hands against the dashboard as the jeep jerked to a sudden stop. She turned to ask him what was wrong only to stare at his back as he exited the driver side of the Jeep, slamming the door closed behind him. She watched him curiously as he stalked around the Jeep to her door which he yanked open. He reached in and grasped her arm roughly. "Hey!" She yelped as he pulled her from the Jeep. Before she could question him he twisted her around until she was facing the inside of the Jeep and then he pushed her chest down against the passenger seat. A part of her was confused but mostly she was aroused and excited, almost giddy with anticipation. She bit down on her bottom lip and swallowed a moan when he reached down in between her legs and tore open the crotch of the cut-off jeans she wore and then roughly yanked away her white cotton panties, tossing them on the seat beside her, and then he fumbled with the opening of his jeans. She brazenly opened her legs wider to him, welcoming him and he couldn't help the snarl that fell to his lips as he grasped his harden cock in his hand and positioned himself at her opening. He surged forward slowly pushing himself in between her scorching hot, slick folds. Her arousal and excitement quickly crumbled away as a burning, tearing sensation built up between her legs. "Wait," She said half gasping, half groaning as she began to push herself up from the seat. Logan tangled one of his hands in her hair and forcefully pushed her face down into the seat as his other hand held a bruising grip on her waist.

"You said this was what you wanted darlin, said you weren't afraid of fire, right?" He grunted as he pushed into her a bit more, purposely taking it slow, inch by inch wanting her to hurt and to tear a bit. Her tears filled her eyes as she clamped them tightly shut and bit into her bottom lip so hard it drew blood. A sudden downpour washed over them but it didn't still Logan, he continued his painstakingly slow pace. She tried to quell the scream that scratched at her throat for release. She knew he was right, this was what she had asked for and taunted him with, and her pride wouldn't let her back out now and the way Logan was excitedly grunting above her, told her he probably wouldn't allow her escape even if she had begged him. "That's enough foreplay," He said gruffly as he removed the hand from her hair and used it to grasp the other side of her waist. He yanked her back against him as he thrust forward, fully burying himself inside her. This time she couldn't contain her scream at the pain throbbing in her center.

"Ahhhh!" She cried out and then quieted once again as she gripped the leather seat her upper body rested against, and bit into it with all her might, which muffled her cries. Logan took her from behind savagely. He raged within her for nearly 45 minutes, though it had felt much longer to Ororo, until he finally roared his release. After a couple more pumps he pulled out of her and she whimpered partly from pain and partly from relief. The monsoon that had been raging around them instantly ended just as Logan moved to the side of the road to take a piss. She grasped the torn underwear from her seat and gingerly wiped between her legs. She winced as the cloth brushed against her very tender and slightly swollen pussy. She wasn't a bit surprised to see blood when she pulled the cloth up.

"Thanks fer helpin me with my blue balls, kid," He spoke against her ear with a sneer as he patted her ass. She jumped a bit, but he knew it wasn't out of fear, that she was just startled because she had not heard him approaching. "Now let's hit the road and find some place ta stop for tha night. I could use some grub and a couple of hours of sleep." She simply nodded her head in reply and he moved back around the front of the Jeep to the driver side, while she carefully got back into the passenger seat and quickly crossed her legs. They continued on in complete silence, Logan focused on the road as Ororo stared out her window at the passing scenery.


The second they entered the one bed motel room she hurried to the bathroom to start a very hot bath for herself, just as she settled into the soothing water she heard Logan's voice on the other side of the closed door, mumbling something about getting food. She soaked for well over an hour before the coolness of the water became unwelcoming. After her bath she lingered in the bathroom as she prepared from bed. She took her time drying her hair and moisturizing her skin, before she slipped a black satin nightgown over her body. As she stood over the sink brushing her teeth, she heard a knock at the door and she jumped slightly, startled.

"Food's here," Logan's gruff voice came through the closed door. She looked at herself in the mirror and took a couple of deep breaths before she exited the bathroom. She found Logan already seated at the small dinette which sat in front of the only window in the room. He had already begun eating what looked to be a very rare steak, smothered in sautéed onions and mushrooms with a side of French fries. "I wasn't sure if you were still a herbivore or if you'd turned carnivore after yer accident, so I got a steak and a side salad for ya," He said as he sucked at the juices on his fingers.

"Thanks," Ororo replied as she raised her head a bit and moved to the table. She carefully seated herself in the chair across from Logan. Even after soaking in a hot bath her core still held a dull ache. She didn't readily begin to eat she just sat watching Logan for a few moments as he, seemingly oblivious to her, continued devouring his meal. "You hurt me," She finally spoke as she focused her eyes down to her steak which she began cutting up. "And I'm sure you tore something."

"I know," He responded nonchalantly as his gray eyes locked with her blue ones.

"And you don't care?" She asked with arched brows.

"Yer a big girl, yer the one who said you could handle yerself. You shouldn't let that mouth of yers get you into shit yer ass can't get ya out of." She got silent for several long moments letting his words resonate.

"Would you have been rough with 'her'?" Ororo asked truly curious.

"No, 'Ro was too classy and precious ta be manhandled," He answered. He had known who 'her' was because it was how Ororo referred to herself, that person she was before the accident. "And she didn't go around actin like a bitch in heat either." He added and Ororo couldn't help but to flinch at the truth in his words.

"And what kind of a man are you Logan, a brute who likes to rough up ladies, even the ones you claim to be your friend?" She bit back wanting to hurt him as badly as his words had chaffed her.

"Naw, I've never been rough with a lady, in fact can't ever really recall ever being with a 'lady'," He said around a cocky smirk. "And you ain't 'Ro, least not my friend 'Ro, I know she's gone and she probably ain't ever coming back. So don't think you can use that as some kind of sympathy card with me kid, 'cause I can now see who and what you are. Yer just some cheap knock off, real cheap." His ears registered the sound of the slap before the skin on his cheek sensed the sting of her hand striking it.

"Fuck you," She spat at him as she quickly stood and stepped towards the bed. Logan bolted up and was on her with such speed he appeared as a blur. He grasped both her wrists and jerked them back and locked them behind her back with his hands. She gasped out when he push her arms a bit higher up her back far enough that it caused the sockets of her shoulders to ache, but not with enough force that would cause her shoulder to dislocate. He turned them back to the table and shoved her forcefully on the top, knocking over the food containers they had been eating from.

"Ya offerin again Darlin, you think you can handle me now?" He asked in a whispered tone into her ear, from his position behind her as he pressed the front of his body up against her backside. She refused to reply even as her body shuddered a bit in revulsion at the thought of him inside her again and so soon after their first encounter, and she silently cursed herself for such weakness, as Logan pushed her face down against the table top and used his knee to nudge her legs open wider. He removed his hands from her wrists freeing her, but she didn't move, because her stubbornness and determination to not give Logan the satisfaction of thinking he intimidated or scared her would not allow her legs to move. She steeled herself when she felt his hands stroke her satin clad backside, as they slid down and grasped the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up to her waist. He snarled and licked at his canines as he stared at her bare ass. He smirked at the fact she didn't bother wearing any underwear as he appreciatively rubbed his hands over her backside. He dipped one of his hands down in between her legs and cupped her mound, the feel of her swollen lips and the way she slightly jolted away from his touch made him feel a twinge of remorse for being so rough with her earlier. He looked up and locked his gaze onto her face. Her head rested turned to the side against the table and her face held a stoic look as she stared at the far wall. There were only two things that alerted him to her 'true' emotions; the lightning and thunder occasionally flashing and rumbling outside and the tears that wet her face. "Fuck!" He growled as he took a step back from her and stumbled to the bed, where he stood with his fists clinched at his sides. After a few moments he noticed that Ororo still lay across the table, on display like a feast and the sight angered him. He wasn't sure what pissed him off more his treatment of her, her submissive behavior, or his painful hard on. "Get up," He barked at her and she did; righting herself and smoothing her gown back down. She turned and glared at him as she tilted her head up a bit, and in that second he saw a glimmer of the Ororo he use to know, so proud and regal.

"What you want to hit me now, punishing me with your dick not doing it for you anymore?" She asked with barely contained anger and disgust.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you purposely doing and saying shit ta provoke me, ta get under my skin and make me want ta hurt you?" She didn't reply because she didn't have an answer. She didn't know why she provoked him but she knew that it was something that she was purposely doing. "I need a drink," Logan grumbled as he moved to the exit. An intense fear gripped at Ororo as she watched him leaving.

"Will you come back?" She asked in a small voice, and he was sure that if he hadn't had such keen hearing he would have missed the words. He paused at the door, with his hand already grasping the doorknob. He stood there for a moment contemplating if he would come back or just leave her there.

"Yeah I'll come back, try ta get some rest, we're heading out at first light." He finally said and then left the room, leaving Ororo to wonder if he was in fact coming back.

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