Another night, another fire. It's been a week since I last had time to sit and think. We've been moving so fast, and barely having time to hunt and eat. We've been exhausted. I like this cave we found. A nice bed made up of the hides from our dinner, a small fire pit and good protection from the outside chill. I know neither of us feel the cold, but I find being warm comforting. He made me a blanket out of a bear. My man fought and killed a bear so I would be comfortable.
He is asleep on our bed again. I find it funny. Sex makes him fall asleep, it makes me wired. I wonder if we were always this sexually charged. Or does it have to do with what the people in that lab did to us? I like to think whoever we were before, we still spent our nights driving each other to the brink of insanity and relishing our lover's pleasure with a wild glee. I have no proof of this of course, but I don't care.
I've added to my list of certainties. I am now certain Logan is smarter than he gives himself credit. He likes to think I am the brains and he the brawn. But I know better. Something buried away inside of him is deeply intelligent; perhaps I just need to coax it out. But a selfish part of me likes his reliance on me for decision making. We have been talking the last few days about perhaps finding a small town. We remember things. Not memories. But ideas, like clothing, cars, fast food and hotels. I think he is scared. He is afraid of losing me, or of me not needing him. Bless him. I think I am always going to need him, and he will always need me. It may not be healthy or sane, but at least it's fair.
He noticed the other day I move like him. I thought it was a compliment, but he was actually pointing out I am too small to move like him. I should try being smaller and more agile when I move and when I fight. So far the only thing we have had to fight is wildlife. And after we walked into a den of wolves and I came out rather bloody, I think Logan is right. I need to move quicker, not stronger. I actually tried to lift up a huge wolf and throw it against a tree. It worked for Logan but why not me. Well I am not six feet of muscles. I'm like five and a half feet of curves. I need to move more. But that's a job for another day.
Logan and I both had a nightmare last night, both about the tanks and the green water. It took us a while to calm down and stop shaking. After we relaxed a little we fucked. Well it certainly wasn't making love. I think that is the most primal and sexually aggressive we have ever been. I actually scratched his face halfway though just because I wanted to. He just grinned and threw me against the cave wall and kept thrusting into me. It was definitely rough, but I think it was good for us. Catharsis. I just hope I don't have to have that damned nightmare to get a repeat performance. This morning he was a little skittish. He thought he went too far, I didn't.
When I came I accidentally let my claws out into his shoulder. I'm not going to mention it, but I think that worked for him. I should note that away for later. Tonight we had very slow sex. I think he was trying to make up for last night by trying to prove he can be slow and gentle too. It wasn't the same mind blowing pleasure rocketing through me as my vision faded for a few moments, but it was good. Good, not great. Oh god what if I was one of those really kinky people, who likes being dominated. Is that bad? I don't know if that's bad. I mean I really liked it. And he likes it when I take charge. Perhaps we are just wired that way. Damn I don't know, I guess all I can do is take what I enjoy doing, repeatedly if necessary.
Oh, that's one more certainty. I love it when he wakes me up with his mouth; licking me, suckling me, all of it. It's not being fucked roughly against a cave wall in the middle of nowhere, but the end result is still the same. Definitely a certainty! Best part is I think he likes it; I think he gets off on it. Win fucking win. Goddamn, sitting here thinking about sex has got my all turned on. I know I should let him rest, but I can't help myself sometimes.
Even as I am talking myself into waking him up and ravishing him his hand snake around my belly from behind. Curse his sneaky-ness.
"Can smell you darlin', all hot n' bothered" he whispers sleepily into my ear as his hands travel up to cup my breasts under the bear pelt. "Want help with that?" All I can do is nod dumbly as his strong fingers gently knead into my now aching breasts.
His fingers wrap around my sensitive nipples and twist lightly. A small squeak comes out of my mouth as I decide I am just going to sit here and let my man work me into madness. As one of his warm hands trail down my belly and over my naval into the slightly damp brown curls between my thighs all I can think of is: thank god for letting me have these moments.
His fingers gently play with my moistening entrance, as his other hand gently works my breast. His lips attach themselves to my neck and he slowly sucks red welts into my skin as he moves down my shoulder. God this feels good, but enough teasing. I take the hand between my thighs in my own hand and press it hard against my core. He takes the hint and lets his two thick fingers burrow deeply inside me.
His lips work their way back up my neck and nibble at my earlobe as his fingers start pumping their way inside me. I can't help the gasps and soft moans escaping my lips but Logan just takes it as encouragement and speeds up his movement. His hand on my breast has long since stilled, but is now making its way down.
He bites down on my earlobe as his other hand meets my center and starts to stroke my sensitized nub. Meanwhile his other hands thrusts have become frantic. I reach back my hands and grip his knees to stop myself flying away.
Both arms wrapped around me, one working in long sharp thrusts into my core the other rubbing fast circles around my clitoris. My panting and gasping is filling up the cave. I just stare into the fire and watch the flickering flames entrance me as he brings me higher and higher pleasure.
His teeth bite into my shoulder, drawing out a long deep moan from me. His hand rubbing circles is practically a blur as the other pumps roughly into me. With each pump of his fingers I rock back into Logan. I can feel his hard chest against my back. I can feel his hot breath on my shoulder as his tongue soothes the bite mark he left there.
"C'mon babe. Come for me" he whispers seductively into my ear as my cries become shouts as my voice begins its crescendo. I wish I could say loving words to him, but I can't get the words out between the desperate sounds coming out of my mouth.
My whole body tenses as I let out a high pitched whine and I am floating. I can feel my body spasming, but all I really notices is the waves of pleasure rocking through me. His finger's inside me still as my core pulses around them. His hand keeps rubbing slow soothing circles. He is good at this part, keeping me at the peak for as long as he can.
I can see my vision go dark and Logan is somewhere whispering words to me. Probably something sweet, but I can't focus on it. The waves of pleasure are receding, and all I can hear is my panting breath and the fire crackling. Logan's hands have stopped now, and just remaining comfortingly between my thighs as I come down from the blissful high.
I can hear his chuckle as he removes those thick fingers from my channel and examines the proof of my pleasure coating his hands. And all of a sudden I feel weightless and I think I have actually gone and floated away. But no, it's Logan; he picked my boneless body up and is carrying me to our bed.
He is laying me down gently and tucking in my bear pelt around me and for a man who looks like Logan does, it must be quite a sight. But I don't care, I can already feel sleep coming. Wasn't he the one who gets sleepy after sex?
I'm not going to spend long worrying over that though. I'm almost asleep now. He is lying down and snuggling into my side, holding me in his arms. I am falling into the dark of a dreamless sleep and I hear Logan whisper lightly into my ear "Love you Marie".
He's never said it before. I smile.
AN: Well that was something I was dreading. But as sex scene writing goes, I think it came out OK. But I had the thought the entire time I was writing it 'this is too tame and too sickly sweet'. I think I accidentally changed tense and perspective a few times in this chapters. So once again look the other way.
Also Chapter 5 now has new content.