Dinner wound up being thick pork chops fire-grilled in the stove, along with potatoes roasted in their jackets, and a salad. Leah laughed at the last, so obviously for her, as she knew very well that Logan wouldn't even look at a vegetable on his own.

He'd stocked up on alcohol too – the beer and scotch he favored, and white wine for her. As she put the wine back, she took a glance at the rest of the fridge and had to admire his choices: steaks, chicken, and more chops, some fruit and vegetables, but mostly heavy proteins.

"Energy food," she observed, shutting the fridge door and picking up her glass.

Logan was already on the couch with a beer, and he shrugged with a smile. "You think we won't need it?"

"Didn't say that," she grinned, coming over to join him. She'd thrown on a flannel shirt and yoga pants, and settled down to lean against the opposite arm of the couch, stretching her legs over Logan's lap.

Logan immediately reached up and grabbed onto the waistband of her pants, pulling them down and tossing them off to the side. Leah squawked in protest, but subsided as he started to run his hand up and down her now-bare legs.

His hand was cold from where it had held the beer bottle, but quickly warmed up, and she was feeling a little warm herself – between the fire, the wine, and the caresses…

A hand on her waist nudged her closer. Leah scooted over, and closed her eyes as his hand wandered back to her thigh, slipping over the smooth skin and then between, and up – fingertips, skating over the surface of her panties, and she could feel herself growing damp again under that touch. He grasped her around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and slowly unbuttoned the first few buttons of her shirt, letting it slide down off her shoulders.

Her bra was a front clasp; one twist, and his attention turned to what he'd revealed. He cupped her full breasts in his hands, thumbs lightly brushing the nipples. "Feel like I forgot about something," he murmured, watching Leah arch into his warm hands. He'd barely touched her breasts earlier, but it was clear she wanted him to now, and he gladly obliged, slowly kneading the soft flesh and bending his head to the tips.

His mouth was so warm, and the rasp of his hair against her skin was a study in contrast. She whimpered as he sucked on her, and his hand stroked her other nipple to peak, and she ground herself against the bulge between her legs, eliciting a gasp.

Her hands dived down between them and started working on his jeans. She hurt with wanting him so badly, and the minute she'd freed him and felt him nudging at her entrance, the ache intensified to the point that she…Not going to beg. Not going to do it…not going to do it…shit.

"Please, Logan," she whimpered. Fuck. "Now…please, now…"

His hands were beneath her shirt, trying to push her underwear out of the way, but it wasn't working. One hand came back out and he raised it to her eye level.

She saw the glint of metal on his knuckle; just one, a tiny bit of the claw peeking out. She nodded.

One quick, straight slice. A second later he was in, rocking his hips into the snug fit with his hands on her waist. And then he stopped, breathing deeply for control.

Leah tried to move, but his hands held her firmly in place. "Slow down," he breathed. "We'll get there."

His hand delved back down between them, and he got his thumb just in the right place – and at the same time, rocked forward, using the other hand clamped on her hip to control her movement. His thumb flicked against her clit with his thrust, and she gasped.

Flick. Rock. Flick. Rock.

He was going way too slow. Leah squirmed, but he wasn't letting her speed up; he kept it slow, maddeningly slow, and the ache between her thighs kept building. His breathing grew harsher and his nostrils flared, smelling her; she was whimpering, mewling, lost in pleasure, her focus only on his hands touching her, the feeling of him inside her.

"You tell me what you need, Leah," he growled in her ear. "Ain't ever my way to finish before you do...so when we fuck, if I'm not getting you there, you tell me what you need, how you need it..."

Goddamn - she was burning up already, and his voice, gravelly and low, sent her over the edge, her cries turning into half-intelligible expletives as the heat peaked and crashed into her. She was inventing words, fuck shit damn just weren't going to cut it, clawing at his back, and he was still rubbing her clit and drawing out her climax, and starting to curse back at her as she finally came down from it and hiked herself up on his lap, and started to move on him, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head to the side, fastening his lips onto her neck.

He invented words too as he came, groaning into her neck, his teeth biting the soft skin.

Leah slowed and stopped, dropping her forehead, slick with sweat, onto his shoulder, smiling as she panted for air and listened to him doing the same.

"Next time," she breathed, "I'm taking charge."

Logan chuckled. "You can try."

She rested for another moment, then peeled herself off him gingerly, realizing they were both sticky with sweat and sex. "There's a shower in there, right?"

"Actually…" Logan got to his feet, pulling up his pants. "I've got something better."

"Oh my god."

He looked mightily pleased with himself as he rolled the tarp cover and pushed it to the side, and she couldn't blame him. It had obviously taken a ton of work to dig the large pool behind the cabin and line it with smooth stone.

"Natural hot tub." She shook her head. "I know you said there was a hot spring…"

"Not too hard to tap it. What was really hard was figuring out how to keep it circulating. I turned all the pumps on when we got here."

Leah had shed her clothes, including her destroyed underwear, and had wrapped herself in a large robe against the chill. She looked with a question, and Logan nodded as he started to strip. "Go ahead…be there in a second."

She slipped out of the robe and into the pool, moaning as the hot water touched her skin. The heat soaked into her muscles, which were beginning to make noise about the extra exertion of the day, and she could just go ahead and fix them…but this was really, really good.

Naked, Logan stepped into the pool and settled down next to her, reaching for one of the beers he'd placed within easy reach. She reclined back against the rock wall, watching him.

"Like what you see?"

"Mmmm." She smiled. "Yes." The steam from the pool was beading on his chest, adding sheen to his muscles in the candlelight from the lanterns by the door. It was a delectable sight.

"Okay, seriously...I would not have thought you'd have something like this here. I sort of had you pegged as a no-frills kind of guy..."

He shrugged. "I've had this cabin for a long time. Kept adding things, the more times I came up. And you know how it goes - the healing factor heals, but sometimes the pain lingers. Heat feels good on muscles that hurt."

She nodded. "I can see that. And for the record, this is totally me, not complaining."

He chuckled and she shifted position, and winced audibly as the swollen flesh between her thighs brushed the rock. Logan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "You OK?"

"Mm-hmm. Just a little sore."

He wasn't quite able to suppress the smug look that crossed his face, though she gave him credit for trying. "See? Going slow was a good idea."

Leah concentrated for a minute, then relaxed again, reaching for the bar of piney soap he'd left next to the pool. "All better now." She grinned at him.

She soaped up vigorously and then passed it to him, feeling much better without the sweat and stickiness. For a moment, her back was to him as she reached for her glass of wine…

And felt lips touch soft on her neck.

An arm snaked around her waist as she brought the glass to her mouth, pulling her back against hard muscles and masculinity. The lips nibbled, replaced by teeth that bit down – just a little too hard. She cried out and felt his tongue wash hot over the bite mark.

Nibbles again, better this time, and movement – he was gently pushing her up against the edge of the pool and maneuvering her legs to straddle his lap.

"I realized something," he breathed into her ear. "We might have a problem."

Leah folded her arms on the edge, exhaling deeply as she felt his hand under the water questing between her thighs. "Oh?"

"Smelling you hot for me gets me hot too." He slid a finger into her, lubricated by the water. "And right now, that entire cabin reeks of sex."

"Ahhh…" She wasn't even sure if that had been a sigh or an acknowledgement. "So basically, you're not going to stop being horny. At all."

"We might have to air it out a little." Another finger slipped in, and his hand reached to caress her clit at the same time. "Or you could just wear me out to unconsciousness."

"Somehow I…ahhh…I don't think that's possible."

He pulled her up, her back against his chest, and cupped her breast in his free hand. "We should at least try."

Hell, yes.

She reached down and guided him in, then leaned back down on the rock wall. He laughed as he began to move, gently. "What was that about you being in charge this time?"

"Mmmm. Maybe next time."

They were sated enough for slowness; his hips moved in short strokes, minimizing the friction, and Leah arched her back in delight. Logan responded by leaning forward, changing the angle, and bracing his hands on the rock wall on either side of her.

"Shit," he groaned. "This feels so goddamned good, Leah…you feel so goddamned good…"

"So do you," she breathed. "I am…rather upset…that we took six months to get around to doing this…"

He kept moving in her slowly, chuckling. "Got a whole week to make up for lost time."

He felt amazing inside her, but she was mindful of his instructions to her earlier. Tell me what you need. "Touch me," she whispered.

She didn't need to ask him twice. His hand slid down her stomach, delving back to the apex of her thighs, and he found her clit again. He slowed his thrusts even more and the pad of his finger stroked her in time, and she felt his teeth nip the shell of her ear. "Like that?"

"Yeah...yeah, that's good..."

He kept working her with his finger, and the climax built and took her gradually this time, a delicious bubbling up of heat that washed through her. As she finished, he sped up, and followed her seconds later, letting out his own long sigh of relaxation. His head rested on her shoulder for a moment before he gradually withdrew.

Leah rested her head on her arms, not moving. She let out a replete sigh and felt a hand touch her back. "Still feeling good?"

"God yes." She laughed. "Although I might be hungry again."