Oh look! SEX.
Arctic Monkeys - Do I Want To Know?
Glee Cover - Fire
Tegan & Sarah - Closer
Florence and The Machine - Remain Nameless
Fatboy Slim - Demons
Taylor Swift - Blank Space
Fun - We Are Young
AO3X - Meaning there's more to that sex scene. Go to the other site. :)
Chapter 10, Fire:
Logan's hand caressed her lower stomach. While Holly was annoyed with the little bit of extra flesh since her pregnancy, he didn't mind it. It reminded him she gave him kids and that, that was a hell of a turn on. He found that spot with his lips, the place between her shoulder and neck, and bit it lightly.
"Hey," she murmured, looking over her shoulder, her book ignored. "What was that about?"
His thumb stroked over her lower stomach. "You need to tell me something?"
Holly's brow furrowed. "No?"
"You missed your period." Logan prompted.
Her head bowed and with a small chuckle she moved his hand from over her stomach to where it could be put to better use. Over one breast. He resumed stroking immediately. Holly's head fell back against his shoulder. "I went back to back with my birth control this month. Should have known you'd notice."
This time he let his teeth scrape over that spot. Her breath drew in sharply when he combined it with squeezing her breast. Her hips rocked back against him. "So no baby." Logan murmured, breath tickling her skin.
"No baby." She confirmed with a pleased hum. Holly dropped her book on the nightstand.
A small part of him was disappointed. Another baby with her… he rocked his hips back into hers. "Holly," he murmured as his hands explored and she tilted her head to kiss him.
"Yes?" She asked against his mouth. Her fingers were working between them to get his jeans open. Fuck… he groaned against her lips when those fingers of hers slid into his boxers. He gave a shallow thrust when she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him quickly. His world narrowed to her hand, soft fingers, up, down, christ - this wasn't going to last very long if she kept doing that.
He had her on her back underneath him in less than a second. She was pulling at his shirt and he was ready to cut off her clothes.
"Couldn't let me have my fun?" She whispered looking up at him with those dark green eyes of hers.
"Your fun will end up with you unable to walk," he warned through clenched teeth. "We both have to teach tomorrow."
Her fingers found his stomach under his shirt, nails stroking down the line of hair to the top of his boxers. "I'm not the one that started it."
The hell she wasn't. She was breathing, that alone got him hot. Logan pressed his mouth against hers. The fingers of one hand were in his hair and - fuck - she was sliding her other hand into his boxers again. "Clothes off," he ordered and sat up to drag his shirt off, "or I'm cutting your bra off again."
"Don't you dare. These things are like fifty dollars. " Holly sat up too, quickly removing her shirt and plain black bra. He'd never tell her how good she looked in just a bra. Then it was off and his mind reduced to one word:
Breasts.
His mouth was on the left one with a hand on the other a second later, gently tugging and teasing her nipples. She was purring, fingernails scratching his back. He pushed her back against the bed firmly, and sat up again to hook his fingers over the top of her leggings. He eased them down, peppering her skin with kisses and light nips on her hips, belly and thighs. He breathed in and the scent of her wet sex made him painfully hard.
"Hey," she murmured to him, scooting herself down to start in on his jeans again. She wasn't a fan of him licking her. Still made her come though.
He'd learned a while ago, she preferred his cock over fingers and tongue. Holly let him go down on her because he liked making her orgasm. She liked going down on him because she liked reducing him to incoherent grunts and moaning.
His wife, biting that lower lip at him, looking up at him, eased his jeans and boxers down his hips, over his hard on and pressed hot, wet open mouth kisses to his stomach muscles. Her fingers wrapped around him again, stroking, her thumb spreading precome. Fuck if she went down on him.
Logan, gently but firmly, took her wrist in one hand and pushed her back onto the bed. "Don't start that again." She pouted at him, her lower lip jutted out a little. He leaned down and nipped it. "I'm finishing inside you."
She bit him back. Hard. Which only turned him on further. "You would have finished inside me." The devious, sexy little...he growled and slid two fingers into her warm, wet heat. Her head dropped back onto the bed, her spine bowing up as she moaned his name long and loud, "Logan."
Two years of marriage gave him a certain appreciation for knowing how to make his wife moan like that. Just for him. He worked her clit with his thumb and added one more finger, just to hear that sharp-
"Oh god," she clutched at his forearm with both hands, head back against the pillows, her hips moving in time with his fingers.
"What was that darlin', didn't hear you."
She managed a half hearted glare from those heavy lidded green eyes before she was reaching for his shoulder. Her hand, frantic in the way it grabbed at him. His fingers pressed up into her g-spot and made small circles. Speech left her as white hot stars exploded behind her eyes. She stopped grabbing at his arm with the other hand and pressed it to her mouth and muffle the loud, wanton moans. He heard her say his name again followed by a 'oh god, please' at least once.
Logan withdrew his fingers, moved off the bed and shed his jeans. He had the presence of mind to shift the bed enough so that it wouldn't hit the wall repeatedly once they got started. They didn't need to undo all the work it took to get the boys to sleep.
He was back on the bed, between her knees a second later. She was still breathing hard, coming down from the first orgasm. "Holly," he called her name, making those green eyes focus on him.
The first time, like always, was frantic. Like they couldn't get enough of each other fast enough. Her hips rising to meet him, the chaotic clash of their mouths, tongues, the scraping of the bed under them. A few minutes and he felt her go, clawing at his lower back, biting her lower lip to stifle her cries. Another moment or two and he joined her.
He rolled off of her. The room smelled like sex, hers, his, theirs. "I want another kid." He said drawing her against his side.
Holly, head against his shoulder, one arm across his chest, propped her chin on the back of her hand. "You want another one. What about me?"
He gave her that look. The look that had her hot again.
"I'd like a little girl this time," she told him with a small, happy smile. She pressed a kiss to his chest over his heart. "But, I think we should wait. At least until we save enough to buy a home nearby. We can't keep having kids and expect to live in the school forever."
Logan grunted unhappy with that. "We have almost ten thousand dollars."
"And I'd rather have twenty. Houses up here aren't cheap Logan. I grew up in New York, remember? I know what it costs to live here."
He brushed dark bangs out of her eyes. "The Professor made me an offer a while ago. I could build us a house at the edge of the property."
"Build us a house?"
"He said if I can clear the land, it's ours."
"By the woods?"
"By the woods," he confirmed.
Holly bit her lower lip, evergreen eyes bright with excitement. "You get the first two bedrooms built and I'll go off birth control."
"Yeah?" He was grinning.
"Hell yeah." She pressed her mouth to his.
He sat up in bed half expecting her to still be there, pressed into his side to avoid the wet spot where they'd made love. Logan scrubbed his hand over his face. What time was it? He grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand, the same night stand in his dream and checked the time. Five twenty four in the morning. He fell back against the pillows.
They were beginning to lose her smell.
Was that a memory or a dream?
He glanced at the window with drawn curtains. There was only one way to tell. He got up, pulled work boots on with his sweatpants and grabbed his jacket. February was still cold and it looked like there was a little snow last night. His boots crunched as he exited the mansion via the patio doors. A blast of cold air slapped him awake.
There were a lot of woods.
He didn't have to look long, five minutes and he found it. Almost like his feet knew exactly where to go. A place where two trees were cut down and stumps were waiting to be pulled up. There'd been equipment here. Logan crouched, ignoring the sting of cold to press his hand into the indents.
The table saw went there.
"Logan," he heard Hank's voice.
Logan stood up and turned around.
"You're up early," the blue furred man said, pulling his robe tightly around him. He looked around the area. "Are you remembering anything?"
Logan turned back to the area and he saw it. "Main bedroom was going there, the boys' bedroom across the hall. Baby's room next to ours." He dragged one hand through his hair. The outline was there, but not a single part of the foundation had been put down.
Holly, if that really was a memory and not a dream, wasn't pregnant yet.
He breathed out in relief and regret. Part of him remembered touching her stomach gently, feeling a child kick his hand. Laughing at it being like him before the kid was even born.
Hank was standing next to him. "I helped you draft the house." He moved through the dirt to an area where there was still a tree. "The kitchen would have gone here. One bathroom there," he pointed to an area with a stump pulled up but not disposed of. "The other one was going in the basement." Beast spread his hands and walked another foot or two, "The basement stairs were going to go here." His hands dropped as he looked around. "It would have been a nice little house."
Would have been. It would have been. "Still could be."
Hank looked at him in the predawn light. "True, it still could be. However, this house was being built by a man deeply in love with his wife and devoted to his children." He pointedly nodded at Logan. "Are you that man?"
He was trying to be.
Logan stood, "We still have the power saw?"
The very same morning, though much later, Holly was trying to tape her fingers to go under her gloves and failing miserably. Usually she had it done with no more effort than it should normally take, but sadly, this morning hadn't been good. She'd slammed her right hand in a drawer and then Tommy kicked her on top of that. Then while slicing their apples for their snack break she'd slipped with the knife and cut her forefinger open right at the knuckle. It hurt to bend the knife cut so deep. She may or may not have also hit the same hand on the refrigerator a few minutes later.
Thus why she arrived early to the gym in an attempt to be ready before Natasha got there. Except, that wasn't working. Damn.
The door opened behind her and she called out, "Hey Nat. Sorry. I hurt my hand this morning. Give me a minute to finish taping my hands okay?"
It wasn't Natasha. Steve came around, finding her fumbling with the tape. "Here let me."
Holly sighed in relief. "Oh thank god. I thought you were Natasha." She tried to smile at him, but her hand hurt the second he brushed against the cut. It turned into a grimace.
"Holly," he said, taking her hand in his, several bruised fingers and a black and blue mark right on top of the knuckle to her middle finger. "What did you do?"
"I was trying to cut apples for the boys!" She cried in frustration. "Okay, but Tommy kicked my knuckles really hard, I swear he put force behind it and I'd just slammed my hand in a drawer. May have smacked the refrigerator right after I cut my finger? I think?" She hung her head. "I know, you can say it, I'm a hot mess."
He tried to keep from laughing at the situation, but a small chuckle left him anyway. "I wouldn't say that."
Forest green eyes glared up at him. "No but you're thinking…" her eyes narrowed, confusion making her forehead scrunch, "never mind." He wasn't thinking anything of the sort. In fact, he was thinking about how to gently wrap her fingers so she could train today. He was also thinking maybe Natasha shouldn't have Holly do anything involving grappling or punching today. Silently, he wound the tape around her fingers, without caring that she could see everything he was thinking. Which was new for her. Most people avoided touching her skin to avoid the glitches and the mind reading. Except Logan and her dad.
"How does that feel?" Steve asked, completely oblivious to her thought process.
Coming back to reality, Holly flexed her fingers. "Good. Thank you."
They were standing like that, his hands hovering an inch or so away from hers as Natasha walked in. To them it was all perfectly innocent. To an outsider, like Natasha, it gave her pause.
"Cap." Natasha said on approach. "Holly."
Holly moved to grab her gloves from one of the benches. "Morning Natasha. Let me get my gloves on."
"Nat." Steve nodded, hands dropping to his sides.
The Captain had been touching Holly's skin. Interesting. Holly trusted Steve to touch her, thereby meaning that Steve trusted Holly enough with his thoughts to touch her in return. Holly didn't even touch Rogue, Ivy, Remy, Hank, Storm or the Professor in return. Holly, for all of Holly's personal hang ups, didn't just touch other people. She was extremely careful. Almost paranoid about it outside her children, husband and father. Which completely flew out the window when she allowed Cap's uncovered hand to come into contact with her own ungloved one. And her hand lingered for a second too long. Neither of them seemed to notice it happened. The silent communication between the two of them nearly shouted familiarity.
"When you're done getting your gloves on Holly," Natasha told her, "stretch."
"Got it." Holly replied, pulling her gloves on slowly.
Why slowly? Natasha crossed the space between the door and Holly in a couple of strides. "Wait," she took Holly's taped fingers in her gloved one, turning it over. "What happened?"
"I had a bad morning," Holly told her simply with a shrug. "I got clumsy with a knife, a drawer, a fridge…"
"A fridge." Natasha repeated. "I told Stark those smart refrigerators would try to take over one day."
Snorting, "Oh my god, the world is ending!" Holly giggled, withdrawing her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen of New York City, Natasha Romanov just told a joke!"
"Humor is good for the soul, or so I'm told." Natasha replied. She looked over to where Steve had been, but he'd moved toward the back of the room to start loading one of the bars with weights. "Your hand needs to rest." She told Holly, "after stretching, get on the treadmill for ten minutes."
"Okay, anything else boss?"
"Two minutes walking to warm up, five minutes running, the rest cool down. And I want you using the two pound leg weights."
Holly groaned. "You're so mean."
"You'll thank me someday. I need to speak to Cap for a moment." Once she was sure Holly was stretching, Natasha roamed over toward the Captain. Who was benching at least four to five hundred pounds.
"What was that?" Natasha's asked, stopping at the base of the bench by his legs.
Steve, completely oblivious, settled the weights in their spot before looking at her, "What?"
Taking in his expression with a critical eye, huh, he had no idea. Interesting. "With Holly," she elaborated, one hand on one side of her hip, the other motioning to his hand, the one Holly allowed to touch her skin. Or that their hands seemed to linger for a second too long. Neither of them seemed to notice it happened. "That?"
He looked thoroughly confused. "What?"
Interesting. "Did you reply to Fury's offer?" Natasha asked.
Steve paused, unsure of what the previous subject had been. "No. Not yet."
"It won't be on the table forever Cap."
He opened his mouth to say he knew. He was a SHIELD asset and the offer could have been an order if Nick Fury wanted it to be an order. Right now SHIELD wasn't pushing for anything. If he let the offer go unanswered much longer, there might be repercussions. "I understand. I'll speak to Fury," later, "in a few days."
Now that, Natasha observed, wasn't the whole truth either.
I'm really just enjoying writing about sex right now. A lot. Even in my other fanfics that are currently unposted.
