Chapter 9:
Camille smiled pulling away. She looked up at Logan with eyes that shined in the dim light. Her hair was falling loose from its hold she put it in that morning, crowning her face. Logan freed the rest from its restraint, and ran his fingers through it.
Logan realized that he loved running his fingers through her hair. It was so soft, and smelt so intoxicating to him that he didn't understand what took him so long to realize how much this beautiful creature meant to him.
"I love you." He whispered, "And I'm so proud of you." He started kissing her cheeks, forehead, chin, jaw; anywhere that his lips could touch.
"You are the strongest person I know." He said between kisses, leading to her ear, and down her neck.
"Mmmmm, Logan?" She moaned as he nipped at her collarbone. "Stop talking."
Logan chuckled and started maneuvering them into their bedroom, shedding her jacket and tossing it onto a chair in the corner of their room.
He smiled when he noticed her nimble fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, fingers lingering against his chest, and she could have sworn she heard and felt a purr come from him.
His shirt was gone and Camille felt her mouth go dry. She's seen Logan shirtless many times before, and every time she did always felt like the first. Just like his kisses. Speaking of which…
Camille felt Logan's mouth against hers again, pulling her shirt from her skirt, and unbuttoning the buttons.
"Having trouble there?" Camille laughed as Logan fumbled a bit with one of the buttons.
He smiled against her lips as he felt her fingers join his, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, their eyes locked both smiling gently. He threw the garment behind him, joining his shirt on the floor, and laying her down on their bed, legs around his waist, his hands running up and down her hips, and under her skirt.
He unzipped the zipper in the back of her skirt, shimmying it down her legs, trailing kissed from her hips, traveling up her torso, lingering on her slight baby bump where their unborn child rest.
Her fingers were clenched in his hair gently as he rested his forehead against her belly, whispering lovingly against her skin.
His attention then shifted upwards to her fabric covered breasts, kissing the skin between them, enjoying hearing Camille's gasps and moans as his hands traveled up her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts gently, before making their way up her shoulders to the straps of her bra.
Not breaking eye contact, he slowly pulled them down her arms. She arched her body upwards, and unhooked her bra for him; the fabric lying loosely under her chest and Camille was giving Logan a pointed look of "well, aren't you going to finish removing it?"
Logan chuckled at Camille's forwardness, removing the now useless garment and tossing it with the others, attacking her breasts with his mouth again.
Camille unzipped Logan's jeans, and slipped her hands inside over his boxer covered ass kneading gently, pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around him.
She started pulling his jeans down his hips and he shimmied them the rest of the way off. Using the motion for momentum, Camille gripped Logan's shoulders flipping them both over straddling him waist and running kisses of her own along his neck and chest.
Being over powered did not stop Logan as he tried to grab her and pull her back up to meet her lips, but Camille grabbed his arms forcing them into the pillow causing Logan to chuckle slightly.
"Have I told you lately how much I appreciate everything you've done for me these past few months?" she asked as her tongue started tracing around his right hardened nipple causing Logan to buck his body into her.
"C-Camille.." were all the words Logan could form. He was never one for elegant words. He was scientific and full of facts, but he was sure he forgot every rule and formula of equation as Camille laid claim of his heated heaving chest with her warm tongue.
"No, I haven't?" she looked up from him bellybutton. Oh god Logan was going to explode if her mouth didn't go any further. "Hm, I guess I'll just have to show you then."
Then he vaguely noticed her sneaky hands that were no longer holding his to the mattress running up the inside of his legs into his thighs, dangerously close to his….
Logan bucked into her hand again screaming to god as her hand enclosed around him through the fabric of his boxers, and her mouth stopped where skin met material.
Camille smiled at the reaction that she wasn't expecting. She didn't know where this confidence came from. The few times her and Logan had made love, it was all sweet and gentle with little foreplay. An innocent touch here, a tentative kiss there.
But this time there was a fire burning within here, one that she had no idea where it came from, or how to sedate it; not that she wanted to.
Logan was in a state of euphoria. His hands were clenched into the sheets, knuckles whitened by the strain. His head was thrown back against the pillows, beads of sweat glistening his matted brow and hair line. To Camille; he never looked sexier. And it gave her the initiative to pull his boxers down and release him fully to her.
Quickly; before losing her nerve; she planted a few slow kisses on the bone where hip met thigh, tongue lapping deliciously at the indentation connecting his right leg.
She gave a quick look up at Logan's face, satisfied at his loss of control, taking mental pictures of look of pure ecstasy on his usually reserved features. Good.
Smirking to herself in pre-victory, Camille's mouth traveled to his penis, blowing on it gently, listening to Logan's sudden intake of breath; surprising them both. Camille was about to retreat until Logan groaned in approval.
Camille wasn't one who considered giving head. She always frowned in disapproval when she overheard all the other teenage girls gossiping about going down on their boyfriends, and decided that it wasn't for her. But good lord, if Logan makes those delicious sounding noises every time she went down on him, she was going to make it an art form. Now the hypocrite knew what the other girls where so hyped up about….
Logan had never felt this way in his life. Sure it was the first time anyone had seen him so intimately, but even his own hand couldn't compare to how Camille's mouth felt on him. He was sure he was going to explode and die as her hot perfect mouth worked it's magic on him, and gripping the sheets in the tightest grip in history was all he could do to not grab the back of her head and plunge into her pleasuring mouth.
The few times they'd made love, Camille showed interest in him fully, but never with her mouth, and he wasn't sure she was into that sort of thing, but he wasn't going to give her any reason to stop. So he bit his lip so tight it started to bleed a bit, fighting the nerve ending urge to thrust his hips forward into her bobby head.
Camille must have noticed, her hands that were tickling his abs in gentle circular motions, had traveled unknowingly to help her mouths progress, and Logan felt himself come undone.
He sat up gripping her shoulders and smashed their lips back together again. In the back of his mind he noted that he tasted pretty good mixed in with Camille's natural flavor, and laid her back down on the mattress.
He plunged a finger in her, satisfied that she was as aroused as he was. And replaced his finger with his over-heated member; eyes never leaving Camille's.
At first it was tentative. Even in their lust filled minds, Logan knew he never wanted to hurt Camille in any way, so he gaged her reaction to him, glad that she was in the same euphoric state he was enjoying his stay in.
After a few slow deep thrusts, Camille started meeting him halfway, throwing her head back against the sweat dampened pillow as he hit the spot.
Harsh breaths and moans along with sound of slick skin meeting slick skin joined the slight rhythmic pounding of the headboard against the wall; was all that was heard as the two lovers reached their peak, both plunging into the deep depths of orgasm, calling out into the night in passion.
Logan had trouble catching his breath. He huffed and wheezed as he pulled out of an equally winded Camille, and lazily pulled her under the covers snuggling up into her side, one arm around her waist, the other gently kneading the skin of her belly as if to lull the unborn child to sleep.
"Eric, who?" Camille asks into the night, warm and content in the arms of the only man that ever mattered to her, both laughing into the darkened room.
Logan kisses the crown of his head, closing his eyes, the image of Camille's broken and bleeding body now replaced with the one of right now; he smiles and pulls Camille's face up to his in a gentle lingering kiss.
"I love you." Was all that needed to be said as he gently laid her head back onto his chest, the sound of his heartbeat already serenading her into slumber.
"I love you too, Logan. Thanks for helping me through his."
His arms tighten as his own eyes droop, head moving into her hair, self-consciously breathing in her scent.
"Thanks for letting me help you."
And they were both asleep.
A/N: And there you have it! It's finally finished! Or is it? MWAHAHAHAH *cough cough* AHEM! Okay, well this was like the hardest chapter to write, I knew I wanted something smutty, but I wanted it tasteful. This ship deserves that. And I don't like just weird sounding sex talk. If that makes any sense. Anyway, man it's been one hell of a year. Not to make excuses, 'cause that's not how I am, but seriously this year has been one of those years. All starting with the un timely death of my best friend's mom to cancer, then it got worse from there. Well I just wanna thank you all for being so patient with me. Especially poeticjustice. God Girl! You're an amazing author, and even though I haven't been able to review, I'm totally gunna make it up to you! Your stories lately have helped me through one hell of a time. So thank you!
And for all the great generous reviews I got for this story, you all deserve my love and so much more. So I'm gunna start working on the one-shot sequel I've got going for this story now that things have slowed down. (Not too much, I've still got a cross country move I'm gearing up for.) But I love you all so much that typed words cannot fully express my gratitude and the joy I feel being able to entertain you all this way. I love you all again, and I'll see you when I post my next work!
-Beanie!
