Seventeen Years and 58 seconds
Chapter 12
The longest ride of my life was that ride to get to the bed and breakfast. When we made the turn up their driveway, I was ready to fly off the bike and up to our room. When we got to the room, it was a flurry of clothing flying off. I went into the bathroom to change into the nightie I'd brought and when I came out, I found the room bathed in the glow of candles (graciously supplied by the management). Logan stood at the foot of the bed in only a pair of pajama bottoms.
I felt my knees buckle at the sight of Logan - gorgeous, virile, gruff and buff - standing there, waiting for me. His eyes were locked on me and what little I was wearing. I was wearing a short white satin nightie that seemed to glow off my skin.
As I walked toward him, three short steps, the thought kept racing through my mind. Is this real? I'm not just imagining this? I've imagined this moment a thousand times and now it's real. For six hours and 23 more minutes.
He kissed me gently, softly, tasting me, his hands busy elsewhere. I ran my hands through his hair, pressing my body against his. He kissed my neck, nipping me lightly and I clenched my fingers at the delicious sensation. His hands were caressing my back, sliding over the satin of my nightie. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. I quickly got up on my knees and while he was still standing beside the bed, I pulled off the nightie. He started at me for a heartbeat then removed his own clothing.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt so that we were facing each other. I couldn't catch my breath as I stared at his naked body. I couldn't stop myself from touching it, tasting it, caressing it. His hands and mouth did the same to me, caressing me and bringing me so much pleasure I could barely stand it.
We lay down and when his hands skimmed over my body, I couldn't lie still. I was writhing with 21 years of sexual frustration and here was the man who was going to release it, fulfill it, embody it. His mouth teased my breasts as his hand dipped between my legs. I bucked my hips against his clever fingers, gasping and moaning incomprehensible noises.
He moved over me and I felt his erection, hot and hard, press against my hips. I struggled to get closer, moving and urging him with my body. He used his leg to part my legs and readied my hips for him. He cupped my face with his other hand and kissed me with intense passion. Then, he paused and locked eyes with me. He stroked my cheek and rubbed my lip with his thumb.
"I love you, Marie." He closed his eyes and kissed me gently.
"I love you too, Logan."
He smiled almost to himself and pushed his hips against mine. Like a hot knife, he entered me and completed me. I cried out against the unexpected pain and pleasure. I was unprepared for the feeling of him inside me, thrusting. His name poured out of me over and over as his body taught mine the infinite levels of pleasure available. We rolled around on the bed, anxious and feverish in our need to please each other. I came again and again, my body singing under his touch. When he came, I caught my breath and thought to myself there was no better sound than the sound of him in the throes of passion.
We lay in each other's arms, for once with no barriers between us. He nuzzled my neck and rested his head against mine, his eyes closed.
"I love you" he whispered again.
Fresh tears stung my eyes but I didn't mind. What better momment was there for tears of joy than this?
"I never knew .... didn't know it could be like this." He squeezed me close and kissed me thoroughly.
"How much time do we have left?" he asked. I'd explained on the way over about the time limit. I looked at the clock on the side table and groaned.
"Three hours"
"Give me fifteen minutes and we'll start again, alright?" he smiled and I shook my head at his bravado.
"We don't have to rush tonight. We know we have time now. On our terms. When can you come home again?"
There was a long silence and I worried if I'd said something wrong. Did it bother him that I'd said New York was home? Did he think I was getting too clingy? I turned my head to look at him and found he was trying to hold back some tears. He touched my cheek softly.
"YOU ... YOU are my home, Marie. Your lips, your hands, your eyes ... your heart. That's home to me."
I didn't try to stop the tears as they fell.
He reached over and opened a drawer on the side table and pulled out a small black velvet box. My heart caught in my throat and I suddenly couldn't breathe. He cleared his throat and seemed to be concentrating on remembering what he wanted to say.
"From the moment we met, you've managed to find a way into my heart when I thought it was long dead. Sweet, beautiful, sometimes firey Marie. I can't imagine a day without your laugh. I can't imagine living without you. I don't have much to offer but everything I have and am is yours. I love you, Marie. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box and revealed a gorgeous diamond ring nestled inside. But all I could see was him.
"Yes. Yes! Of cuorse, yes!" He slipped the ring on my finger and we kissed to seal the moment.
---
That was two years ago. Logan and I were married in a beautiful ceremony that included my parents. By tweaking the doses we've been able to extend my 'cure' to almost four full days. Logan and I honeymooned in Hawaii but I can't say we made it out to the beach much. We purchased a house about 20 miles from the mansion, deep in the lush woodlands. The professor has told me it's possible for Logan and I to have a child together with the help of gene therapy. I look forward to the day I have our children, but for now we're content to have each other. Logan has officially joined the X-men but has not given up looking for the pieces of his past. He still doesn't like Scott and I still don't get along with Jean.
The future is wide open now, I have no more demons to haunt me. At night, I lay my head on my husband's chest and feel his heart beating ... beating for me. I was once so lost in despair I couldn't see the promise of the future. Now, I have everything to live for.
'Hope is good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies.'
-- 'The Shawshank Redemption
Chapter 12
The longest ride of my life was that ride to get to the bed and breakfast. When we made the turn up their driveway, I was ready to fly off the bike and up to our room. When we got to the room, it was a flurry of clothing flying off. I went into the bathroom to change into the nightie I'd brought and when I came out, I found the room bathed in the glow of candles (graciously supplied by the management). Logan stood at the foot of the bed in only a pair of pajama bottoms.
I felt my knees buckle at the sight of Logan - gorgeous, virile, gruff and buff - standing there, waiting for me. His eyes were locked on me and what little I was wearing. I was wearing a short white satin nightie that seemed to glow off my skin.
As I walked toward him, three short steps, the thought kept racing through my mind. Is this real? I'm not just imagining this? I've imagined this moment a thousand times and now it's real. For six hours and 23 more minutes.
He kissed me gently, softly, tasting me, his hands busy elsewhere. I ran my hands through his hair, pressing my body against his. He kissed my neck, nipping me lightly and I clenched my fingers at the delicious sensation. His hands were caressing my back, sliding over the satin of my nightie. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. I quickly got up on my knees and while he was still standing beside the bed, I pulled off the nightie. He started at me for a heartbeat then removed his own clothing.
He climbed onto the bed and knelt so that we were facing each other. I couldn't catch my breath as I stared at his naked body. I couldn't stop myself from touching it, tasting it, caressing it. His hands and mouth did the same to me, caressing me and bringing me so much pleasure I could barely stand it.
We lay down and when his hands skimmed over my body, I couldn't lie still. I was writhing with 21 years of sexual frustration and here was the man who was going to release it, fulfill it, embody it. His mouth teased my breasts as his hand dipped between my legs. I bucked my hips against his clever fingers, gasping and moaning incomprehensible noises.
He moved over me and I felt his erection, hot and hard, press against my hips. I struggled to get closer, moving and urging him with my body. He used his leg to part my legs and readied my hips for him. He cupped my face with his other hand and kissed me with intense passion. Then, he paused and locked eyes with me. He stroked my cheek and rubbed my lip with his thumb.
"I love you, Marie." He closed his eyes and kissed me gently.
"I love you too, Logan."
He smiled almost to himself and pushed his hips against mine. Like a hot knife, he entered me and completed me. I cried out against the unexpected pain and pleasure. I was unprepared for the feeling of him inside me, thrusting. His name poured out of me over and over as his body taught mine the infinite levels of pleasure available. We rolled around on the bed, anxious and feverish in our need to please each other. I came again and again, my body singing under his touch. When he came, I caught my breath and thought to myself there was no better sound than the sound of him in the throes of passion.
We lay in each other's arms, for once with no barriers between us. He nuzzled my neck and rested his head against mine, his eyes closed.
"I love you" he whispered again.
Fresh tears stung my eyes but I didn't mind. What better momment was there for tears of joy than this?
"I never knew .... didn't know it could be like this." He squeezed me close and kissed me thoroughly.
"How much time do we have left?" he asked. I'd explained on the way over about the time limit. I looked at the clock on the side table and groaned.
"Three hours"
"Give me fifteen minutes and we'll start again, alright?" he smiled and I shook my head at his bravado.
"We don't have to rush tonight. We know we have time now. On our terms. When can you come home again?"
There was a long silence and I worried if I'd said something wrong. Did it bother him that I'd said New York was home? Did he think I was getting too clingy? I turned my head to look at him and found he was trying to hold back some tears. He touched my cheek softly.
"YOU ... YOU are my home, Marie. Your lips, your hands, your eyes ... your heart. That's home to me."
I didn't try to stop the tears as they fell.
He reached over and opened a drawer on the side table and pulled out a small black velvet box. My heart caught in my throat and I suddenly couldn't breathe. He cleared his throat and seemed to be concentrating on remembering what he wanted to say.
"From the moment we met, you've managed to find a way into my heart when I thought it was long dead. Sweet, beautiful, sometimes firey Marie. I can't imagine a day without your laugh. I can't imagine living without you. I don't have much to offer but everything I have and am is yours. I love you, Marie. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box and revealed a gorgeous diamond ring nestled inside. But all I could see was him.
"Yes. Yes! Of cuorse, yes!" He slipped the ring on my finger and we kissed to seal the moment.
---
That was two years ago. Logan and I were married in a beautiful ceremony that included my parents. By tweaking the doses we've been able to extend my 'cure' to almost four full days. Logan and I honeymooned in Hawaii but I can't say we made it out to the beach much. We purchased a house about 20 miles from the mansion, deep in the lush woodlands. The professor has told me it's possible for Logan and I to have a child together with the help of gene therapy. I look forward to the day I have our children, but for now we're content to have each other. Logan has officially joined the X-men but has not given up looking for the pieces of his past. He still doesn't like Scott and I still don't get along with Jean.
The future is wide open now, I have no more demons to haunt me. At night, I lay my head on my husband's chest and feel his heart beating ... beating for me. I was once so lost in despair I couldn't see the promise of the future. Now, I have everything to live for.
'Hope is good thing, maybe the best of things and no good thing ever dies.'
-- 'The Shawshank Redemption