Title: Bring me to Life Chapter Five
Author's Notes: Hope ya'll enjoy!
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Leora walked through the door, the knob turning easily under her fingers; the darkness from inside the room enveloped her immediately. She walked silently inside, cursing whoever let the drapes shut so that the moonlight was all but blocked out. A sharp 'snick' sound, followed by the room suddenly being flooded with the light from a bedside table made her jump, her hands going immediately to her neck and waist, a defensive gesture. She stared silently into the Wolverine's hard eyes, he sat up in the bed, shirtless, the blankets pooled around his waist and she sucked in her breath, she'd forgotten about that chest. He was silent, it was obvious that she'd woken him up, probably as soon as she'd turned the knob, but he wasn't saying a word, and to be honest after the way she'd kicked him out of her room earlier she didn't blame him.
She looked at him quietly, her hands straying to the loose knot that held the robe in place. Watching his face, she untied the knot, letting the belt fall to her sides, then, taking the edges of the robe in her hands she gently parted the folds, shrugging the tiniest bit so that the two halves fell from her shoulders. Holding the satin in place at her elbows, Leora took a slow step forward, then stopped when she was beside the foot of the bed. The robe slid from her body to puddle in the floor, and suddenly she was clad only in a very skimpy, very revealing nightgown. Logan's eyes raked over her body, none to gently, his eyes catching on her breasts, on the nipples she knew were hard already. She smiled softly, dipping her head and letting her hair fall into her face.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, swallowing before speaking, "What do you want, Leora?" She winced, that hurt and he knew it.
"I should think it would be painfully obvious," she answered, showing nothing on the outside of how he'd cut her. He arched an eyebrow.
"Well, under normal circumstances then yes… but I'd hate to think I was using you as a distraction." She sighed, walking completely to his side on the bed. Reaching up she placed a hand on his chest, sliding it through the furry mat and clenching it when the gesture brought back a flood of memories.
"I was wrong, Logan," Leora answered softly. He simply stared at her, silent, calculating. "I wanted you, in that room. I wanted you so much it scared me. But I couldn't handle the thought that maybe you only wanted me because you were hurting." She looked up into his eyes, her own suddenly pleading, "I wanted you to tell me I was wrong, that you wanted me too, and when you didn't…" she sighed, "I'm sorry."
"And now?" His eyes were keen, he was watching her, assessing her, he'd always been able to tell when she was lying. She stared into his eyes, letting him know she was telling the truth.
"Now? I can't stop wanting you. I tried, I convinced myself it would be… better, if I stayed away, if I sent you away. But that doesn't work anymore." She brought her hands up to the straps of the ankle length nightgown. Staring him straight in the face, she forced them over her shoulders, the gown fell downward, catching on her breasts momentarily and then ever downward, stopping at her waist. She looked at him, pleading with him silently to pull her into the bed with him.
He didn't say anything, but he didn't send her out of the room either. She reached for the hand that sat on his leg, turning it palm up. She traced the lines there, and then brought it up slowly, gently, to her chest. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed again. Leora held his hand to where her heart was racing in her chest. "I need you, Logan," she whispered softly, "I don't think I can go another night with you this close and not have you touch me. Please…" His fingers flattened against her skin and she felt her breath catch in her chest. His hand slid slowly up her chest, his fingers stroking up her neck to cup her head. He guided her head gently to his lips, taking her mouth in a long, slow kiss.
She pulled away from his lips, her hands sliding the dress over her hips to puddle in the floor. Suddenly standing before him completely naked and defenseless, she felt her body constrict at the vulnerability, but staring up into his eyes, she found that she wasn't afraid. He threw the covers back, exposing his body, he slept nude, it was a habit he'd passed on to her after the first few weeks of their relationship.
She smiled up at him slowly, placing her foot on the bed frame and climbing up into the bed. Rising over him for a moment, she ended on her knees, straddling his body. He stared up at her, truthfully a bit breathless. She stayed that way, above him, her breasts at his eye level and he slowly reached up, cupping them in his hands, molding them. She arched her back the tiniest bit, letting out a low gasp as his thumbs brushed her nipples. His hands spanned the skin underneath the curves of her breasts, his fingers sliding down over her ribs and then to her waist, his thumbs trailing to her belly button, gently putting pressure on either side of it and then his hands trailing ever downward. They caught on her hips, staying, then sliding backward to her buttocks, squeezing the tiniest bit and making her arch toward him. Her hands went behind her back, closing over his hands and holding them there, she stared down into his eyes, a smile taking her lips back.
He cocked an eyebrow, dipping his head forward to place his lips in a chaste kiss on the valley between her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat and he smiled against her skin, opening his mouth and kissing her in earnest, his lips making her shiver as he lavished attention on first one breast and then the other. Leora's hands snaked up his forearms, then his shoulders, finding his head and twining themselves in his hair. She gently pulled his head back, her upper body dipping forward so that she could savage his lips. Her tongue danced with his, moving with it, creating a seduction so very like the act it mimicked that she felt a rush of something pool to her loins.
Leora's body was starting to shake, nothing more than a fine trembling in her muscles but he felt it and he felt his own wave of pleasure that he could still make her as weak as she made him. She eased her body down, sitting on his lap, his erection between them. She sighed, putting her head on his shoulder, one hand wrapping upward to grasp his neck, the other furrowed in his chest. Logan stared down at her cherry-black hair, his hand coming up to caress her hair, she shook in his arms. His other hand trailed down her back, finding the scars on her shoulder blades again. He furrowed his brow, his hand flattening, he was right, one for each finger, like fingernails. "Leora…?" She sighed.
"They happened that night, I don't remember how," she lifted her head to look him in the eye. "Let's not talk about it," she paused, looking down and then back up into his eyes again, her own eyes suddenly with a sheen like glass, tears yet to spill, "Could you just be kissing me right now?"
He grinned, though the look in his eyes was rather bittersweet, his hands going to immediately cup her face, angling it the tiniest bit up ward he took her lips, this time more gently, savoring. He knew there had been others for her, since that night, Logan knew that she'd probably changed completely from the girl he'd known to a woman. Seductress, rather. He saw the way she looked at him now, the way she seemed to know how to touch him, not like a lover who knows what their partner wants (though that was certainly there as well) but as a woman, who knew what men liked. Part of him ached that she had to lose that innocence.
His feelings for her had always been complex, one minute like a man in love, the next like a wolf protecting it's cub, he was savage to the people who so much as looked at her crossly, but to her he could be rude as all hell and be fine with it. To be honest their relationship had been no picnic, they fought constantly, often one of them picking fights simply for the sheer enjoyment of the verbal exchange, and then the making up was just as fun, he'd been surprised that first night. She'd been a wide eyed innocent, she'd had sex but it was obvious it was just that, sex with boys who didn't know what they were doing, after the first time, or rather, sometime in the middle of the first time, she'd changed into a kind of nymph. Her body was so much smaller than his, it still amazed him that this sylph of a girl who barely grazed his shoulder could make him do things he swore he'd never do again. Feel, for instance. Care, for another.
Leora kissed him, her eyes closed, letting the feel of his lips on hers, the image of his emotions in her mind's eye, the memories, all of it wash over her in a huge wave. She felt herself being eased to the side, she put a hand to the mattress, her fingers sliding over the silk of the sheets, it bunched a bit, but she didn't care. She slid her body away from his, lying back on the bed completely, her hand sliding under the pillow. He rolled on his side, then over, rising above her even as he broke the kiss. She opened her eyes, staring up at him with complete trust, lust tingeing her look more than a little and he smirked, nudging her nose with his own then kissing her lips briefly. She eased her legs apart for him, he rested his weight on his forearms, one on either side of her head.
Logan's body slid down the length of hers, his hips resting between her thighs and she groaned, low in her throat. He gently nipped the hollow of her collar bone and she jumped, her body going against his briefly and then settling back down on the bed. He chuckled softly and she smiled up at him, "What?" He shook his head, nipping her lips this time. She could feel him at her opening, feel the way he was purposely holding himself back. She trailed her hands down his back, feeling the muscle play she slid her fingers down his lower spine and then gently took his hips in her hands, guiding them toward her, urging him.
He took the silent invitation, the plea in her eyes changing to a sharp intake of breath on her lips and he held completely still for a moment, letting her get used to the feel of him again. He watched her close her eyes, watched the way she drew her lower lip into her mouth to bite sharply with her teeth. She was silent for a time, her eyes closed tightly against his gaze. He watched as a tear slid out from beneath the lashes on her left eye, he bent his head forward, a fine trembling beginning in his own body now. Only this was brought because of his need for control, his silently commanding his body to hold still and not take his fill of her now. Wolverine's lips brushed her cheek, taking the salty tear and then going to her ear. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked softly, his voice a rumble in his throat.
She opened her eyes in surprise, shaking her head, her hands going to his face, drawing him back so that she was looking him in the eye. "No, don't stop, I…" she closed her eyes again, opening them to stare up into his and biting her lip again. She lifted a shoulder against the mattress. "It's just that it's been so long, I never thought I'd feel this again." He lifted a corner of his mouth wryly, then took her lips as he moved inside her. Leora gasped, immediately wrapping a leg around his waist, her foot against the back of his thighs. He lifted an arm, sliding it down her body and taking her other thigh, urging it to wrap around his waist as well and she let him, her ankles hooking just below his buttocks, keeping with the tempo he set she matched him thrust for thrust, her arms going to wrap around his neck she held his body to her, knowing a part of the pleasure came from the deprivation as he moved in and then out again.
She felt her body tightening and Leora bit back a scream, holding in the sound the closer she came to climax. He kissed the column of her neck, then her jaw, quickening his pace as he came close to his own orgasm. Logan rested his forehead in the hollow of her neck, forcing his body into hers, making them one, taking her with him as the pleasure heightened, until he wasn't sure when he left off and she began, when he spilled inside her and she milked him, her inner muscles clenching around his organ and he squeezed his eyes shut, his pleasure ripping through his body like white lightening. Her cries were harsh, punctuated with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, his own hoarse moans cutting off as well. When she came, the waves crashing around her as she clung to his body like she had so many times before, she wailed, his name a plea on her lips as she tried to find relief in his arms.
Afterward, he collapsed against her, to spent to try and save her the weight of his body. Leora made a sound in her throat and he rolled, pulling her with him so that she was pillowed against him. They were a sweaty mess in the silk sheets, the blankets shoved to the end of the bed, falling off the sides, but he couldn't' seem to care. Leora's eyes were beginning to close, her skin was rosy, the flush after sex that he so remembered. She raised her head to look him in the eye, "I missed you," she said softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair and Logan smiled, turning his head to kiss the palm of her hand.
"I know, me too, darlin'."
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Leora came awake slowly, opening her eyes to the room and stretching luxuriously, her fingers curling in the sheets like a cat. She was on her side, a warm body against her back, turning her head she found herself staring into the Wolverine's eyes, just now darkened with pleasure. "What time is it?" She asked softly, not wanting to break the languor that had enveloped them.
"Sometime in the afternoon, three-ish, maybe." He rested his head on the heel of his hand, wrapping his other arm more securely around her midsection and holding her tighter against him. She made a face at the time and he cocked an eyebrow.
"I missed a meeting with the professor and Jean this morning," she answered softly, rolling her eyes and biting back a grin, "but something tells me he expected it." Logan's look didn't change and she shrugged. "We had an interesting chat last night."
"Oh? Talk about anything interesting?" She grinned.
"Just my obsession with Jean-Luc Picard."
"The guy from Star Trek?" Leora nodded, feigning innocence and making an affirmative sound in her throat. He lifted the hand at her waist, allowing her to turn over so that she was facing him, mirroring his pose. Logan lifted his hand, cupping her face and she smiled, kissing the thumb that brushed over her lips.
"Be careful, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment," she warned, feigning snobbishness and he grinned, dipping his head to kiss her.
"Don't tempt me," he muttered, pulling away and letting his hand trail over her side, drawing patterns in her skin with his fingers. Leora arched an eyebrow, but didn't comment, choosing instead to change the subject to something safer.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Not long, an hour, maybe." She smiled.
"Watching me sleep?" At his nod she felt something twill in her stomach, "Doesn't sound like a very interesting time," she answered, trying to make light. He shrugged.
"You've never seen you sleep." She looked down at the sheet, thrown carelessly over his body, but wrapped more securely over her own, she didn't remember wrapping up last night, but odds were he'd done it for her. Logan was like that, remembering little things like that, tender things that made her want to never let him stop kissing her, or run in the complete opposite direction. She knew he wasn't nearly as indifferent as he said he was. She reached up, cupping the side of his face, a gesture that said so much and so very little that he almost commented on it. But she beat him to it.
"I can feel it, Logan."
"What, darlin'?" She shivered.
"I'm falling for you, all over again." He furrowed his brow and she smiled, "I don't think I can lose you again." He nodded, kissing her nose.
"I know," he took her face in a similar gesture, turning his head so that he could kiss her as thoroughly as she deserved to be kissed. When he pulled back her ice blue eyes had darkened a shade or two, a sure sign of her desire, "But if you fall," be began slowly, knowing he shouldn't make promises he couldn't keep, and also not being able to stop himself. "I'll be there to catch you."
Leora wanted to tell him not to say it if he didn't mean it, but she couldn't. She didn't want this to turn into yet another fight, the moment was here and she wanted to enjoy it. She smiled, raising her head to his, offering her lips for a long, deep kiss. It broke and they sat for a moment, staring into each other's eyes, a smile tugging her lips, his look that of a man who just got lucky and is very, very sure of his abilities. "Logan-"
"Hey Logan!" Leora was cut off, the doors to his room thrown open and a ball of energy bouncing in. Leora jumped, immediately going to pull the sheets closer to her body, Logan sitting up, not really caring exactly how precarious a situation his modesty was with the sheet. Rogue stopped before she could speak again, her eyes widening in shock, not that Leora blamed her. The girl's face fell, looking as though she'd been punched in the stomach. Leora sat up slowly, holding the sheet to her chest, trying not to look condescending. It appeared the Wolverine was having the same problem whereas under normal circumstances he'd have told the teenager to simply get the hell out.
"What is it, Marie?" Rogue jumped, she'd been staring at Leora rather than Logan, betrayal shining in her eyes. When he spoke she blushed, taking a hasty step backward.
"N-nothing, I just… uhm… nevermind." She turned, tripping over an ottoman and then backing back out of the door, "I'm sorry."
"Marie-" she waved a hand, looking pained.
"I'm sorry!" She slammed the doors shut behind her.