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"Close your eyes..."
It was a door Marie knew as well as her own, thinking of every imperfection and picked at flaw that made it Logan's. Closing her eyes as he had asked her, his hand guided hers to the polished brass knob, soothed away the trembling of her fingers as she twisted it open. His breath at the back of her neck left her in want of a kiss, mewling in her need as he surrendered to her urges.
Held in his arms, blind to her every step forward by his wish, he was a welcome weight dragging her down into the desirable darkness of her dreams.
"Keep them closed."
Whimpering as he denied her his touch, the feel of his hands running down her sides he was finally free to know in a new, urgent intimacy, one last kiss promised he wouldn't be long. Tempted as she was to steal a peek, she endured his wish, her world one of scent, sound, and of touch to which she felt so very sensitive to with how she waited for his return.
The crack of a lit match brought with it the acrid smoke that smelt so nice, full of so many tantalizing possibilities, of candles and cigars and evenings spent in on a stormy night. Burning as incense to their evening, she plucked the new scent of a wine dipped cigar and smiled.
The darkness behind her eyes fled with the blossom of red that hinted of candles, listening to his quiet tread about the room that told of his making the rounds to light up gifts he had thought of silly at the time, but finally had found a use for. Whether from the naked, dancing flames or her own desperation, Marie felt herself grow warm, waiting in her longing for his return to her side so she might be alone no more.
She couldn't quiet her gasp to hear the unexpected in the music that played, a favourite of hers for evenings alone when her only company was a book ripe with romance, surprised that Logan had an appreciation for Portishead like her.
"Wandering stars, for whom it is reserved..." Marie sung in hardly more than a breath, lost to the soulful voice that serenaded her.
"The blackness of darkness forever." Said in a husky whisper that bespoke his own hunger, Logan wandered somewhere behind her in the darkness.
Lost to her enjoyment of everything that lay beyond sight, a realm of the scent of candles and cigars, a place of music that spoke to her heart in the slow and steady bass that beckoned her to join it, Marie hadn't noticed that her love had returned. Something silk fell over her eyes to take away temptation she might have to disobey him, tied with a tight knot that fitted snugly against the base of her skull.
"Say yes again..."
Speechless for the feel of his hand running down the flat of her belly, to feel his fingers find the very edge of the naughty negligee she wore in secret, Marie struggled to answer his request if just to see where it would lead.
"Yes, oh god yes, anything Logan..."
His answer came in a brush of lips that trailed kisses down her neck, between her shoulders to fall against her back. Crying out as she felt his teeth against her, her heart ached to know why he had abandoned her once more, answered in the tearing of a zipper that exposed her to the night. Her dress fell in a pool at her feet, guided there by his hands that trailed down her inner thighs, soothed away the shaking of her buckling knees.
She waited in her expectation, nearly nude for him if not for the silky things she wore that played at being modest. His guttural growl spoke of everything he had no words for, his breath hot against her as he rose from his knelt appreciation of her. For how he lingered at her very cleft, to hear his sharp sudden intact of breath that told of his flared nostrils, she couldn't deny the dampness that threatened to darken her panties.
"All I want from you tonight, all I need right now is to see you get off, to feel you tremble in my arms as you come."
Held against him tight enough to feel his wanton hardness press against her, Marie let herself be handled by him and led to his bed. Any other night would have had them watching a movie, cradled with him to listen to the patient patter of his heart, but this wasn't a night for the friendship that had seen them through to this very moment.
His heart hammered away as she fell against his lap, his skin hot against hers for the fire she kindled in him, that burned in his veins to raise a steamy, salty sweat. By the feel of his unbuttoned shirt she knew it was his tie that had become her blindfold, left her with a vision of his hardened muscles glistening in the candle light.
Having him so close was torture, to feel his arousal demandingly throb and twitch against her even as he denied his own need. Feeling his gentle touch at her breast slowly grow ever bolder as he pinched her roused peak between his thumb and finger, her hands fell to satisfy her own needy want so she might satisfy his only wish of her, to feel her come against him and hold her through that cresting wave of carnal lust.
Again and again he toyed with her, running his fingers across her as he tempted her greedy flesh to snatch at all he had to offer, stepping back from the brink to deny that hunger. Lost to all her fantasies that had seen her through the lonely nights when she had to find release, he burned away everyone who ever came before, replaced the lover of every smutty book she had ever bedded before.
"Oh god, Logan!" Marie moaned, whimpering from her want to not be alone as she came.
His hand tracing the softness of her stomach had an urgency she had never known before as she felt a finger delve within her navel, travel past her neatly trimmed and tended patch that he twisted between his fingers. Unable to breath as she waited in her expectation of his boldness, he slipped a finger past the wetness she had roused in her efforts, welcoming him as he penetrated her as none other than herself ever had.
Flooded with new sensations not her own, she came to the feel of herself writhing against his turgid length, felt the slickness his own need roll down his heated head. She wasn't alone in her climax, drunk on the feel of her thighs crushing against his hand from every angle, seeing through his eyes the swell of her own breasts that he longed to take in his lips, to lave with the roughness of his tongue.
Beating as one their hearts hammered away, the darkness coming to steal them both after the dazzling heights they had flown, the sun proving too hot for them to handle in the end. It wasn't sleep that claimed her, but fatigue. Soothed with his soft whisper promising her meaningless things, all she needed from him was his love, everything else could be figured out in the dawn where a new day waited for them as lovers ever more.
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Curled up against Bishop, Jubilee had won out in a war of attrition that pitted her boundless supply of perky against his worn nerves, battering his defences until he broke down to accept her offer of a night cap.
"Told ya I had some good sipping whiskey hidden where no one would think ta look for it, but you'd have to know Wolvie...I mean Logan...to know why I hid it in that gaudy ass bottle of perfume that was way better off flushed down the toilet."
Ruffling her pups ears as he laid curled upon her lap, Jubilee accepted Wolvie's kisses, it wasn't as if she had to worry about anyone else's tonight. It was nice enough to have some company, even if she had to bully Bishop into joining her.
Enjoying a sip that warmed her belly, a comfortable numbness softened her senses, left her feeling sleepy as she laid so warm trapped between Bishop and her pup. Every touch of his was a temptation she had to fight against, filled as she was with bold urges she feared might scare him away, that might set him back on edge as he had been since that first day she met him.
"Feel free to tell me to shut up and pass the bottle, but...any chance you could tell me why you look like a guy who's waiting for the other shoe to drop?"
She had been ready for him to leave, to tell her it wasn't any of her business, or to just ignore her and have another sip of her whiskey. What she hadn't expected was the feel of his arms wrapping her up in a hug, to feel his chin atop her head as he cradled her in his arms like a man who needed to feel something.
"Have you ever had a nightmare so terrifying that you couldn't tell what was real when you woke up? So vivid that every time you laid down to go to sleep, all you could think about was waking up to find out that everything else was the dream, and that the nightmare was real?"
"...maybe not that bad, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared about waking up to find myself back in foster care after I first came here." Jubilee whispered, sniffling against tears she thought had long ago been drained from her.
It wasn't an easy quiet between them, trying to think of something to say every time she passed the bottle back and forth. Even Wolvie felt it, nudging his mistress with his cold, damp nose, staring up at her with sad eyes that broke her heart to see. Forcing a smile as she petted him to ease away his concerns, she wished it could only be so easy with Bishop.
"You think it's not just some nightmare, don't you?" Jubilee asked after wetting her lips on a sip of whiskey, finding her courage in the bottom of a bottle.
"Not anymore, not after meeting Clarice and James. Not after seeing the Professor, and Logan, and everyone else."
"And me?" Jubilee asked, dreading the answer as she let her gaze fall to the soulful eyes that looked up at her from her lap.
"I never saw you in my nightmare."
"What did you see?"
Giving her pup one last kiss in apology before brushing him aside, Jubilee twisted against Bishop and stared up into his troubled eyes. Straddling his lap so she could rest her chin on his shoulder, so she could feel his rough, stubbly cheek against her own, she felt for the beating of his heart against her own breast and hoped he could feel hers against his.
Her relief came as his arms wrapped her up into a hug filled with the desperation of the drowning, suffering in silence and happy to be that thing he clung to so he could keep his head above water. She knew that desperation herself, her heart aching from the reminder of how much it hurt.
"It was a world where everything went wrong, a world where we had no hope. I saw everyone I loved, everyone I cared for die."
"Fuck, no wonder you're scared." Jubilee sputtered, feeling a tear not her own roll down her cheek that told of his tears.
Blinking away her own so she could see him, blurry for how impossible a feat that was, she kissed his cheek and pressed her brow to his lips so very like someone used to do for her. Struggling to speak for the ache in her throat, for the guilt that weight down on her chest thinking he was just another grumpy fucker too proud to let anyone in, she smiled at him full of all her sadness from seeing him cry.
"Sleep here tonight, no hanky panky or nothing. Just some bunk time. I'll be here with you, someone you can hold and feel and know that I'm real. Because you said it yourself, I wasn't in your nightmare. So I'm all the proof you need that this is real, that you're not gonna go waking up back there the moment you close your eyes."
"And the next night?"
"As many nights as it takes, cause I'm not going anywhere. Well, except the little girls room. But you got Wolvie to keep ya company until I come back."
His laughter was a balm to her soul, soothed away the aches and settled her worries. Sitting there on his lap and cradled in his arms, she nearly lost her struggle to pull away. Relieved after sipping too much whiskey and a few too many beers, her reflection taunted her to be just a little more bold. Stripping down to her panties and casting off her bra, she tugged her t-shirt back on and made ready for bed.
Cracking the door for Wolvie and turning out the lights, she curled against Bishop and helped him to chase after a good nights sleep. Through a few twists and turns in the sheets, she found herself held in his arms, heard his even breath that said he had finally drifted off to sleep. Feeling the sandman tug at her eyes, she surrendered herself, satisfied to know she'd be there for him if he ever needed a reminder of where he was, his own little dream catcher snatching up any bad dreams.
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