Sorry to the great people who reviewed me before, but when I re-read the
story. I realized that in my haste to get any one of my stories out there.
I had left a lot of little, annoying spelling mistakes. Like grow for
growl and when you are talking about longan, you don't want grow and growl
mixed up. It sounds just a little bit kinky.
Alone in the mansions kitchen, Logan was steadily going through a bottle of bourbon and thinking of leaving. Leaving the only place he had ever called home, because he could not stand it a second longer. She touched him all the god dammed time and he did not think that his control would hold out much longer. At first when she was younger, it was soothing. Nothing calmed him like the scent and touch of Marie. But early in their relationship he seemed to develop a lack of interest in other women. They smelt wrong. They talked too much or to little. They annoyed him when they tried to come on to him or they bored him. But not Marie, she was always fascinating. He realized that she was a beautiful woman. But besides absently noting her beauty, he had felt no need to bed her or any one else. He made dame sure no one knew that though, especially Scouter. No need to completely lose all the fun in life.
He had been in and out of the school for the past four years. Chasing his past and facing some of his demons. He was never going to find out much more about where he came from, or what the weapon X people did to him. No trace of them or his past seemed to exist and after eighteen years of searching, he let go. Joined the team for real and tried to make a life for himself. It did help that he got to beat the shit out of other Mutants occasionally. It was a perk that came with the job and almost as good as a good cage fight.
It had been about a year since he had come back for good. And Marie seemed to have changed. He could not put his finger on exactly what had changed about her. It was just there, teasing his senses. Every touch now seemed to set him off. Still no other woman attracted him, but suddenly she did. Everything she did excited him. The way she ate, sat, walked, talked, smelt, everything. And after a few years of celibacy it was not helping that she did not seem to be aware of this. It was dammed inconvenient. It made a man re think his tight jeans wardrobe.
Logan had realized that things were getting completely out of hand when he would wake up sweating, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Not because of a nightmare, but because of a particularly vivid Marie dream. Lots of pale smooth skin, open arms and heat. More then a few nights were spent in the private kitchen in the mansion. With coffee or bourbon, whatever worked to keep him from going to her and finding out if these dreams could come true.
And still she persisted in touching him. She would link her arm with his when they walked. Leaning into his body, so her full breast brushed his arm with every step they took. She would snuggle up to him while watching Hocky or a movie. She would even fall asleep with her head resting on his lap. He was always unable to move in these situations. Unable to do anything to stop it, and with no real interest in loosing her precious touch. He would sit through the hell of all the little sleepy movements she made when she napped. And hope that she never noticed the rather pronounced affect she was having on him. He was still the only one she touched so freely. She never held back from his hugs, she did not flinch away from his hand when he smoothed her hair from her face. Instead she would look at him with her beautiful big eyes, with total trust. And he would be dammed if he did anything to loose that.
Today's episode had almost killed him. Determined to learn how to ride a bike she had begged him to teach her. He had only given in when she had threatened to go to Scott. No way was that dick cozening up to Marie on a bike. He knew he was in trouble the minuet she had stepped into the garage. Dressed in leather pants, jacket and gloves. She was perfectly dressed to ride a bike safely. It was just that he knew those tight fitting pants would probably take a staring role in a Marie dream that night.
The lesson was going well, Marie was a fast learner when she was interested. And she really wanted to know how to ride a bike. A lot she already knew. So he mainly answered her questions about the bike, how it worked, fuel costs and a few tips on road safety. The trouble came when they got to the practice part and he swung his leg behind her on the bike. He had never sat behind anyone on a bike before, it was new and with Marie very dangerous. His thighs were on the outside of hers, his hands on her hips. Her breathing was a little heavy, but he took that as excitement. She started the bike and the gently road around for the longest half hour of Logan's life. She kept wiggling in front of him. When they went around corners she rubbed up against him and it was all he could do to keep his hands firmly on her hips and away from danger
He stoped the lesson abruptly, he had to get away from her. Her eyes looked confused and a little hurt, but he knew if he stayed with her he would do something that he would regret. Which is why hours later, he was sitting alone in the private kitchen. A bottle of bourbon at one elbow and a cigar in his other hand. He had not even bothered going to bed. He knew the dreams that waited in the darkness would not help the situation. His mind was already having a hard time staying away from the whole Marie in leather pants issue. No reason to add to it.
His acute hearing heard someone coming down the stairs, before he smelt her. Marie. He put out the cigar and stayed as still as possible in the darkness. She wondered into the kitchen, not bothering to switch on the light. Opening the freezer, she was illuminated. She was wearing one of those long, stretchy nightgowns. It was white, covered her arms to her wrists and went all the way down to her ankles. He was sure on a hanger it looked perfectly innocent. But on Marie, it showed every forbidden curve. His fingers itched with need to touch her. She grabbed a spoon from a near by draw and turned facing him, leaning her back against the bench she took a scoop of the ice cream and made a little noise of satisfaction. A little sigh, that's what undid him.
Silently he gracefully got up from his chair. His drink forgotten for something far more satisfying. Stalking towards her, she started when he suddenly appeared before her out of the shadows.
"Muh God Logan you scared me." The smile that lit her face soon disappeared as she stared into his shadowed face. Finding his eyes her breath caught. He had no idea what was revealed there, but if it showed her just a little bit of what he was feeling. He understood her fear. She held her second bite of ice-cream frozen between them. He lent his head down, his hair just brushing her breasts and sucked the ice cream from the spoon in one smooth motion. He knew that right now, she tasted of dark chocolate ice cream. One of his favourites. He just might have been able to walk away in that moment, he knew that he was frightening her, but it was then that the smell of her arousal rolled over him and he gave up the fight. His hands went to the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pair of fine leather gloves. He never seemed without gloves these days. Every day he put them in his jean pocket, just in case he got an opportunity to touch her. Her eyes were huge as they watched him pull the gloves on. It was the next item that he drew out of his front pocket that drew a gasp. It was a half a meter of shear transparent material. He had also been carrying this around with him ever since a particularly exotic Marie dream. The Lady's at the milliners shop had been somewhat surprised to see a man like him looking at material, but he had eventully fond a cloth, soft and silky enough to re-enact his dream. He had a whole roll of it stashed in his room.
Cupping her face with his hands, with the material covering the lower part of her face. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. Upon that first brush, she dropped the ice cream. It made a strange sound as it hit the floor, but neither of them payed any attention. Her hands were without gloves so she griped onto the corner of the bench as he leaned in for a deeper kiss, this time running his tongue across her lips, dampening the fabric. Before settling in for one long warm kiss. She made a little whimpering sound, and Logan purred in response. She opened her mouth and tentivly licked his lower lip, Logan made a savage little growl of approval and joined her in her explorations. Nothing had ever felt this good, he was halfway gone and he was just kissing her. He needed to get closer to her like he needed his next breath. He was trying to think coherently of some way of getting his hands free, but still being able to kiss her. When he heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. He broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers, protected by her hair. Panting, his eyes stared into hers. Something passed between them, they both new this was not finished. But he did not want to answer anyone's questions right now. Not when this was so new and raw. Stepping back from her, breathing heavily. He touched her cheek softly and her eyes drifted closed. When she opened them he was gone.
To be continued………..
Alone in the mansions kitchen, Logan was steadily going through a bottle of bourbon and thinking of leaving. Leaving the only place he had ever called home, because he could not stand it a second longer. She touched him all the god dammed time and he did not think that his control would hold out much longer. At first when she was younger, it was soothing. Nothing calmed him like the scent and touch of Marie. But early in their relationship he seemed to develop a lack of interest in other women. They smelt wrong. They talked too much or to little. They annoyed him when they tried to come on to him or they bored him. But not Marie, she was always fascinating. He realized that she was a beautiful woman. But besides absently noting her beauty, he had felt no need to bed her or any one else. He made dame sure no one knew that though, especially Scouter. No need to completely lose all the fun in life.
He had been in and out of the school for the past four years. Chasing his past and facing some of his demons. He was never going to find out much more about where he came from, or what the weapon X people did to him. No trace of them or his past seemed to exist and after eighteen years of searching, he let go. Joined the team for real and tried to make a life for himself. It did help that he got to beat the shit out of other Mutants occasionally. It was a perk that came with the job and almost as good as a good cage fight.
It had been about a year since he had come back for good. And Marie seemed to have changed. He could not put his finger on exactly what had changed about her. It was just there, teasing his senses. Every touch now seemed to set him off. Still no other woman attracted him, but suddenly she did. Everything she did excited him. The way she ate, sat, walked, talked, smelt, everything. And after a few years of celibacy it was not helping that she did not seem to be aware of this. It was dammed inconvenient. It made a man re think his tight jeans wardrobe.
Logan had realized that things were getting completely out of hand when he would wake up sweating, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. Not because of a nightmare, but because of a particularly vivid Marie dream. Lots of pale smooth skin, open arms and heat. More then a few nights were spent in the private kitchen in the mansion. With coffee or bourbon, whatever worked to keep him from going to her and finding out if these dreams could come true.
And still she persisted in touching him. She would link her arm with his when they walked. Leaning into his body, so her full breast brushed his arm with every step they took. She would snuggle up to him while watching Hocky or a movie. She would even fall asleep with her head resting on his lap. He was always unable to move in these situations. Unable to do anything to stop it, and with no real interest in loosing her precious touch. He would sit through the hell of all the little sleepy movements she made when she napped. And hope that she never noticed the rather pronounced affect she was having on him. He was still the only one she touched so freely. She never held back from his hugs, she did not flinch away from his hand when he smoothed her hair from her face. Instead she would look at him with her beautiful big eyes, with total trust. And he would be dammed if he did anything to loose that.
Today's episode had almost killed him. Determined to learn how to ride a bike she had begged him to teach her. He had only given in when she had threatened to go to Scott. No way was that dick cozening up to Marie on a bike. He knew he was in trouble the minuet she had stepped into the garage. Dressed in leather pants, jacket and gloves. She was perfectly dressed to ride a bike safely. It was just that he knew those tight fitting pants would probably take a staring role in a Marie dream that night.
The lesson was going well, Marie was a fast learner when she was interested. And she really wanted to know how to ride a bike. A lot she already knew. So he mainly answered her questions about the bike, how it worked, fuel costs and a few tips on road safety. The trouble came when they got to the practice part and he swung his leg behind her on the bike. He had never sat behind anyone on a bike before, it was new and with Marie very dangerous. His thighs were on the outside of hers, his hands on her hips. Her breathing was a little heavy, but he took that as excitement. She started the bike and the gently road around for the longest half hour of Logan's life. She kept wiggling in front of him. When they went around corners she rubbed up against him and it was all he could do to keep his hands firmly on her hips and away from danger
He stoped the lesson abruptly, he had to get away from her. Her eyes looked confused and a little hurt, but he knew if he stayed with her he would do something that he would regret. Which is why hours later, he was sitting alone in the private kitchen. A bottle of bourbon at one elbow and a cigar in his other hand. He had not even bothered going to bed. He knew the dreams that waited in the darkness would not help the situation. His mind was already having a hard time staying away from the whole Marie in leather pants issue. No reason to add to it.
His acute hearing heard someone coming down the stairs, before he smelt her. Marie. He put out the cigar and stayed as still as possible in the darkness. She wondered into the kitchen, not bothering to switch on the light. Opening the freezer, she was illuminated. She was wearing one of those long, stretchy nightgowns. It was white, covered her arms to her wrists and went all the way down to her ankles. He was sure on a hanger it looked perfectly innocent. But on Marie, it showed every forbidden curve. His fingers itched with need to touch her. She grabbed a spoon from a near by draw and turned facing him, leaning her back against the bench she took a scoop of the ice cream and made a little noise of satisfaction. A little sigh, that's what undid him.
Silently he gracefully got up from his chair. His drink forgotten for something far more satisfying. Stalking towards her, she started when he suddenly appeared before her out of the shadows.
"Muh God Logan you scared me." The smile that lit her face soon disappeared as she stared into his shadowed face. Finding his eyes her breath caught. He had no idea what was revealed there, but if it showed her just a little bit of what he was feeling. He understood her fear. She held her second bite of ice-cream frozen between them. He lent his head down, his hair just brushing her breasts and sucked the ice cream from the spoon in one smooth motion. He knew that right now, she tasted of dark chocolate ice cream. One of his favourites. He just might have been able to walk away in that moment, he knew that he was frightening her, but it was then that the smell of her arousal rolled over him and he gave up the fight. His hands went to the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a pair of fine leather gloves. He never seemed without gloves these days. Every day he put them in his jean pocket, just in case he got an opportunity to touch her. Her eyes were huge as they watched him pull the gloves on. It was the next item that he drew out of his front pocket that drew a gasp. It was a half a meter of shear transparent material. He had also been carrying this around with him ever since a particularly exotic Marie dream. The Lady's at the milliners shop had been somewhat surprised to see a man like him looking at material, but he had eventully fond a cloth, soft and silky enough to re-enact his dream. He had a whole roll of it stashed in his room.
Cupping her face with his hands, with the material covering the lower part of her face. He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers. Upon that first brush, she dropped the ice cream. It made a strange sound as it hit the floor, but neither of them payed any attention. Her hands were without gloves so she griped onto the corner of the bench as he leaned in for a deeper kiss, this time running his tongue across her lips, dampening the fabric. Before settling in for one long warm kiss. She made a little whimpering sound, and Logan purred in response. She opened her mouth and tentivly licked his lower lip, Logan made a savage little growl of approval and joined her in her explorations. Nothing had ever felt this good, he was halfway gone and he was just kissing her. He needed to get closer to her like he needed his next breath. He was trying to think coherently of some way of getting his hands free, but still being able to kiss her. When he heard the sound of feet coming down the stairs. He broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on hers, protected by her hair. Panting, his eyes stared into hers. Something passed between them, they both new this was not finished. But he did not want to answer anyone's questions right now. Not when this was so new and raw. Stepping back from her, breathing heavily. He touched her cheek softly and her eyes drifted closed. When she opened them he was gone.
To be continued………..