Dinner by Candle-Light
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
sequel to 'Reach Out' and 'Smell the Roses'
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 didn't know quite what to say. Today was Valentine's Day, and Logan had surprised her again. He'd sent her out to find some chocolates for later, and while she faced the hordes of people, many of them boys and men frantically seeking gifts for the females in their lives, Logan had remained in their hotel room. Not just lounging around, but apparently hard at work, judging from the sight awaiting her when she'd returned, box of Ghirardelli chocolates in hand.
Candles were along all the shelves, along the window, over the false fireplace, and on the little tables, their soft glow making the room seem almost mysterious and at the same time very welcoming. Mingled scents of roses and vanilla and cloves filled the air, as well as the scent of grilled and seasoned steak. While Willow was away, Logan had somehow set up a romantic candle light dinner fo the two of them, with salads, grilled steak with steamed vegetables, and a rich chocolaty desert. It was amazing, and positively one of the sweetest things that Willow had ever seen. There were vases with assorted flowers, some pale roses, others graceful pale lillies or brightly colored flowers that Willow couldn't name.
"Logan... this is... wow." She could hardly believe that this was the same room.
He smiled at her, his eyes almost caressing her body. "The only thing missing is a lovely lady to join me for dinner. Would you like to have dinner, lover? I've been waiting for you to get back."
She could feel herself blushing. "Dinner sounds... and smells wonderful, Logan. I'd be delighted."
There was a note of wicked promise in his voice as he spoke again, his voice low with a hint of growl. "No, the delight comes a bit later."
She blushed through the whole dinner, her mind wandering towards his promise of later. Considering some of what they'd been doing, it was a safe bet that he'd keep that promise. She felt herself smile as she considered him. Logan was not the most classically handsome man, but he was in amazing shape, and he had this rugged appeal that just made her want to run her hands all over him... well, it inspired very naughty thoughts. She'd save those for later.
But there was more to Logan than his great body and sex appeal. He was sweet and kind... not in the sappy Hall-mark commercial sort of way, but... well, she couldn't quite describe it but it was there. She could see it in the way he touched her, in the way he kept an eye on her to see if she was happy somewhere, or the way that he would so easily give her back rubs that lasted for a long time and became glorious exercises in sensuality.
Willow had already realized that she was falling in love with Logan. It frightened her, partly because she didn't know how he felt, and partly because she was afraid to get attached again, afraid to open her heart and let someone inside. That had brought her so much pain... Xander, Malcolm/Moloch, Tara... It was a dark and unhappy list. She just hoped that things with Logan would be better. They would just about have to be. He was already in her heart.
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, knowing every line of muscle, every curve of her body, every scar traced over her skin with the passionate eyes of a lover. He'd seen and touched and tasted every inch of her, and the simple gaze of his eyes brought all of that flashing back to her. She smiled at him, and hoped that there was a chance that she held some similar power over him.
"Logan? Do you think... maybe the desert could... maybe the chocolate in the serving cups could wait?" Her voice was low with anticipation.
He looked at her, his eyes darkened with passion and anticipation and need, and smiled. "I think the chocolate can wait. Willow, have I ever mentioned that I love the way you think sometimes?"
He slid from his seat, almost stalking around the table to her side, fingers trailing slowly up her arm, making her intensely aware of everything. "I could fall for a woman like you Willow. I just hope... well, life hasn't been kind to me. I hope things stay as good as they are now."
Willow felt joy and relief and hope bubble up in her, like the bubbles in a shaken bottle of carbonated soda. They came forth in a deliriously happy smile, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him until her lungs cried out for breath, and they were both left gasping for air. "I might be falling for you as well."
Dinner was only the beginning, after all. And life was very, very good to Willow right now.
end.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
sequel to 'Reach Out' and 'Smell the Roses'
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 didn't know quite what to say. Today was Valentine's Day, and Logan had surprised her again. He'd sent her out to find some chocolates for later, and while she faced the hordes of people, many of them boys and men frantically seeking gifts for the females in their lives, Logan had remained in their hotel room. Not just lounging around, but apparently hard at work, judging from the sight awaiting her when she'd returned, box of Ghirardelli chocolates in hand.
Candles were along all the shelves, along the window, over the false fireplace, and on the little tables, their soft glow making the room seem almost mysterious and at the same time very welcoming. Mingled scents of roses and vanilla and cloves filled the air, as well as the scent of grilled and seasoned steak. While Willow was away, Logan had somehow set up a romantic candle light dinner fo the two of them, with salads, grilled steak with steamed vegetables, and a rich chocolaty desert. It was amazing, and positively one of the sweetest things that Willow had ever seen. There were vases with assorted flowers, some pale roses, others graceful pale lillies or brightly colored flowers that Willow couldn't name.
"Logan... this is... wow." She could hardly believe that this was the same room.
He smiled at her, his eyes almost caressing her body. "The only thing missing is a lovely lady to join me for dinner. Would you like to have dinner, lover? I've been waiting for you to get back."
She could feel herself blushing. "Dinner sounds... and smells wonderful, Logan. I'd be delighted."
There was a note of wicked promise in his voice as he spoke again, his voice low with a hint of growl. "No, the delight comes a bit later."
She blushed through the whole dinner, her mind wandering towards his promise of later. Considering some of what they'd been doing, it was a safe bet that he'd keep that promise. She felt herself smile as she considered him. Logan was not the most classically handsome man, but he was in amazing shape, and he had this rugged appeal that just made her want to run her hands all over him... well, it inspired very naughty thoughts. She'd save those for later.
But there was more to Logan than his great body and sex appeal. He was sweet and kind... not in the sappy Hall-mark commercial sort of way, but... well, she couldn't quite describe it but it was there. She could see it in the way he touched her, in the way he kept an eye on her to see if she was happy somewhere, or the way that he would so easily give her back rubs that lasted for a long time and became glorious exercises in sensuality.
Willow had already realized that she was falling in love with Logan. It frightened her, partly because she didn't know how he felt, and partly because she was afraid to get attached again, afraid to open her heart and let someone inside. That had brought her so much pain... Xander, Malcolm/Moloch, Tara... It was a dark and unhappy list. She just hoped that things with Logan would be better. They would just about have to be. He was already in her heart.
She could feel his eyes on her, watching her, knowing every line of muscle, every curve of her body, every scar traced over her skin with the passionate eyes of a lover. He'd seen and touched and tasted every inch of her, and the simple gaze of his eyes brought all of that flashing back to her. She smiled at him, and hoped that there was a chance that she held some similar power over him.
"Logan? Do you think... maybe the desert could... maybe the chocolate in the serving cups could wait?" Her voice was low with anticipation.
He looked at her, his eyes darkened with passion and anticipation and need, and smiled. "I think the chocolate can wait. Willow, have I ever mentioned that I love the way you think sometimes?"
He slid from his seat, almost stalking around the table to her side, fingers trailing slowly up her arm, making her intensely aware of everything. "I could fall for a woman like you Willow. I just hope... well, life hasn't been kind to me. I hope things stay as good as they are now."
Willow felt joy and relief and hope bubble up in her, like the bubbles in a shaken bottle of carbonated soda. They came forth in a deliriously happy smile, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him until her lungs cried out for breath, and they were both left gasping for air. "I might be falling for you as well."
Dinner was only the beginning, after all. And life was very, very good to Willow right now.
end.