Smell the Roses
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
sequel to Reach Out
the site:
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not own Logan, he belongs to Marvel comics/entertainment.
distribution: Quickie Challenge, WLS, NHA, Bite Me please? Twisting the Hellmouth
note: set post season 6, post X-Men the movie.
Theme for February (up to the 15th): love, flowers, chocolate, PWP, courtship, Valentine's Day, weddings.
Willow had never expected anything beyond New Year's with Logan. Granted, he seemed to be alone, and things between them... They'd had great chemistry. Not to mention fantastic, passionate sex of the sort that she'd never thought existed outside of smutty romance novels. But she'd never expected him to stay with her.
But he'd still been there in the morning, she'd woke with her head resting on his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest, leg hooked over his knee, as if trying to keep him from slipping away. And he'd made no efforts to leave her. Granted, he did things that were elsewhere, but he came back to her at night, with a smile for her, and his eyes holding a rich hunger for her... company.
That had been far more than she'd ever hoped for at New Year's. She'd wanted reassurance that she was real, wanted one night of contact, a night where she mattered to another person. She'd asked for no commitments, no promises but those of good health...
She'd got Logan.
He seemed to take great delight in feeding her chocolates, and had a fondness for what he called 'Willow Sundaes', sticky confections involving chocolate syrup, warmed carmel, whipped cream, and sprinkles. Wow... the experience was almost enough to make her think that she'd found herself an incubus... and she was finding that she rather liked it.
Gradually, they'd been learning more about each other. About each other's pasts, their hopes and dreams and worries. It turned out that Logan was a mutant, and she'd been able to tell from his eyes that he'd half expeced her to pull away at that soft revelation, had expected her to be afraid, revolted, horrified. But it hadn't changed anything for her. He was still Logan, still the strong, muscular man that she was starting to care for, staring to expect to come to her arms at night.
It terrified her that he'd carved out a place in her heart. She'd never meant to care like this, because it only seemed to cause her pain to care deeply for another person. But she did care about him.
What was more puzzling to her was the way they kept opening up to each other, sharing more and more personal details of their pasts. Or the way he would do little things for her... not the opening doors and pulling of chairs that whispered of old world gentlemen helping delicate maidens, but... he would point out a pretty view for her to admire, or suggest a movie that he thought she would like. He gave her chocolates, and stood beside her when she watched with almost envious eyes as happy newlyweds left glorious cathedrals.
It was almost as if he was courting her. But nobody had ever done that for her. Oz had never courted her, never sought out to slowly win her over with acts of concern and gifts chosen to make her smile. With Tara, she had done the courting, had been the wooer seeking the blushing maiden. She really wasn't certain what she was supposed to do... so she smiled at him, delighted in his thoughtfulness and consideration even as it baffled her.
Valentine's was approaching though, and she could see all the decorations for it in the stores. It made her a bit nervous... would he or wouldn't he? Should she? Willow hadn't expected this to become a relationship, but it had.
"Hey Willow darling. I picked you up something... Thought you might like it in honor of the day and all..." Logan was there, looking a bit hesitant as he held out his offering. A single red rose, the color a bit pale, not the deep red of blood or burgundy velvet, but a brighter one, like fire engines and tomatoes.
She smiled, her hand trembling as she pulled the flower close, inhaling the most wonderful rose scent. "Nobody's ever given me roses before..."
"Willow, you're... you've become very special to me. I don't know how things will go in the future, but I like how they've been. I'd like... would you be willing to stay with me? To make a try for the future with a guy like me? I mean, commitment, and a real, serious... well, something we can put a name too?" She could feel the tension in him again, knowing that he was nervous, fearing the chance of rejection.
Kissing him, she smiled into his eyes. "You've become special to me as well, Logan. I didn't want it to happen... caring about someone always seems to lead to pain, but it happened. And I sort of like it. I'd love to try to work out a future between the two of us. Even... especially with commitment."
Sometimes, you just had to stop and smell the roses in life. For however long it would last.
end.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
sequel to Reach Out
the site:
disclaimer: I do not own anyone from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not own Logan, he belongs to Marvel comics/entertainment.
distribution: Quickie Challenge, WLS, NHA, Bite Me please? Twisting the Hellmouth
note: set post season 6, post X-Men the movie.
Theme for February (up to the 15th): love, flowers, chocolate, PWP, courtship, Valentine's Day, weddings.
Willow had never expected anything beyond New Year's with Logan. Granted, he seemed to be alone, and things between them... They'd had great chemistry. Not to mention fantastic, passionate sex of the sort that she'd never thought existed outside of smutty romance novels. But she'd never expected him to stay with her.
But he'd still been there in the morning, she'd woke with her head resting on his shoulder, her arm draped over his chest, leg hooked over his knee, as if trying to keep him from slipping away. And he'd made no efforts to leave her. Granted, he did things that were elsewhere, but he came back to her at night, with a smile for her, and his eyes holding a rich hunger for her... company.
That had been far more than she'd ever hoped for at New Year's. She'd wanted reassurance that she was real, wanted one night of contact, a night where she mattered to another person. She'd asked for no commitments, no promises but those of good health...
She'd got Logan.
He seemed to take great delight in feeding her chocolates, and had a fondness for what he called 'Willow Sundaes', sticky confections involving chocolate syrup, warmed carmel, whipped cream, and sprinkles. Wow... the experience was almost enough to make her think that she'd found herself an incubus... and she was finding that she rather liked it.
Gradually, they'd been learning more about each other. About each other's pasts, their hopes and dreams and worries. It turned out that Logan was a mutant, and she'd been able to tell from his eyes that he'd half expeced her to pull away at that soft revelation, had expected her to be afraid, revolted, horrified. But it hadn't changed anything for her. He was still Logan, still the strong, muscular man that she was starting to care for, staring to expect to come to her arms at night.
It terrified her that he'd carved out a place in her heart. She'd never meant to care like this, because it only seemed to cause her pain to care deeply for another person. But she did care about him.
What was more puzzling to her was the way they kept opening up to each other, sharing more and more personal details of their pasts. Or the way he would do little things for her... not the opening doors and pulling of chairs that whispered of old world gentlemen helping delicate maidens, but... he would point out a pretty view for her to admire, or suggest a movie that he thought she would like. He gave her chocolates, and stood beside her when she watched with almost envious eyes as happy newlyweds left glorious cathedrals.
It was almost as if he was courting her. But nobody had ever done that for her. Oz had never courted her, never sought out to slowly win her over with acts of concern and gifts chosen to make her smile. With Tara, she had done the courting, had been the wooer seeking the blushing maiden. She really wasn't certain what she was supposed to do... so she smiled at him, delighted in his thoughtfulness and consideration even as it baffled her.
Valentine's was approaching though, and she could see all the decorations for it in the stores. It made her a bit nervous... would he or wouldn't he? Should she? Willow hadn't expected this to become a relationship, but it had.
"Hey Willow darling. I picked you up something... Thought you might like it in honor of the day and all..." Logan was there, looking a bit hesitant as he held out his offering. A single red rose, the color a bit pale, not the deep red of blood or burgundy velvet, but a brighter one, like fire engines and tomatoes.
She smiled, her hand trembling as she pulled the flower close, inhaling the most wonderful rose scent. "Nobody's ever given me roses before..."
"Willow, you're... you've become very special to me. I don't know how things will go in the future, but I like how they've been. I'd like... would you be willing to stay with me? To make a try for the future with a guy like me? I mean, commitment, and a real, serious... well, something we can put a name too?" She could feel the tension in him again, knowing that he was nervous, fearing the chance of rejection.
Kissing him, she smiled into his eyes. "You've become special to me as well, Logan. I didn't want it to happen... caring about someone always seems to lead to pain, but it happened. And I sort of like it. I'd love to try to work out a future between the two of us. Even... especially with commitment."
Sometimes, you just had to stop and smell the roses in life. For however long it would last.
end.