Reach Out 4: Promises
author: Lucinda
rating: pg, pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
the site: http://qfic.moonlitpaths.com/index.php
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.
Willow smiled, laying back among the grasses and tiny wildflowers. They were somewhere in the Black Forest of Germany, just herself and Logan, meandering across Europe. What had started at a desperate desire to feel alive had blossomed into this wonderful relationship. Logan was passionate, intense, compassionate, tender, and forceful, a man filled with facets and complexities. He had helped her live again, and helped her discover passion in a way that she'd never had before.
But now, they had a relationship. They weren't just sort of lingering over a nice winter fling, they were committed to each other. There were feelings, even if they weren't discussed, she could see them in his eyes, hear them in his voice, feel them with her sort of empathic abilities. She mattered to him, in ways that he couldn't put into words, just as he mattered to her.
A sudden spattering of cool water fell on her, causing her to sit up, gasping from the surprise of it. "Logan! That was… cold."
Logan knelt down beside her, smiling. His hair was a wild mass, looking almost tangled, and still managing to sort of stick out. His eyes gleamed as he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. "You just looked so good… How can I resist such a lovely wood nymph?"
Willow smiled, until his kiss made that impossible. He tasted of cool water, and his body felt warm, solidly male. He thought that she was temptation incarnate, reclined among the flowers. Who was she to deny him that?
"Willow?" Logan sounded almost nervous, his fingers tracing over her spine in a soft caress. "I was wondering… will you… someday, when the time is right… would you maybe want to get married? Be my Willowy wife?"
Surprise and delight and giddiness danced through her veins, and she kissed him, needing no time to think about his awkward proposal. "Someday… yes. I would love to be your willowy wife, and build a nice home with you in a forest, and raise little wildling children."
"It might not be safe…" He nuzzled at her hair, his arms wrapping around her, surrounding her with warmth and protection, and the slightly musky scent of Logan.
"My life has never been safe, but with you, I could be happy. I want that happiness. This happiness." She ran her fingers through his stiff, coarse hair. "You bring happiness and intensity into my life. You made life worth having again."
"You're my happiness, Willow." His words were soft, but they came from the depths of his being.
"Well, then there's no reason why we can't try to build a happy, wonderful life together. Where do you want to live?" She smiled, her mind trying to envision what their children might look like.
"I don't know. But we don't have to start a house and kids just yet." His hands gripped her, thumbs rubbing on her arms.
"I have you, and you have me. That's the start. And together, we can make a future. Here, there, anywhere. But there's no reason not to see the world before we settle down." Willow arced up, kissing Logan. "Together."
"Together." His promise was soft, but heartfelt.
End Reach Out 4: Promises.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg, pg 13?
pairing: Willow/Logan (X-Men) (QPC 126)
the site: http://qfic.moonlitpaths.com/index.php
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.
Willow smiled, laying back among the grasses and tiny wildflowers. They were somewhere in the Black Forest of Germany, just herself and Logan, meandering across Europe. What had started at a desperate desire to feel alive had blossomed into this wonderful relationship. Logan was passionate, intense, compassionate, tender, and forceful, a man filled with facets and complexities. He had helped her live again, and helped her discover passion in a way that she'd never had before.
But now, they had a relationship. They weren't just sort of lingering over a nice winter fling, they were committed to each other. There were feelings, even if they weren't discussed, she could see them in his eyes, hear them in his voice, feel them with her sort of empathic abilities. She mattered to him, in ways that he couldn't put into words, just as he mattered to her.
A sudden spattering of cool water fell on her, causing her to sit up, gasping from the surprise of it. "Logan! That was… cold."
Logan knelt down beside her, smiling. His hair was a wild mass, looking almost tangled, and still managing to sort of stick out. His eyes gleamed as he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching hers. "You just looked so good… How can I resist such a lovely wood nymph?"
Willow smiled, until his kiss made that impossible. He tasted of cool water, and his body felt warm, solidly male. He thought that she was temptation incarnate, reclined among the flowers. Who was she to deny him that?
"Willow?" Logan sounded almost nervous, his fingers tracing over her spine in a soft caress. "I was wondering… will you… someday, when the time is right… would you maybe want to get married? Be my Willowy wife?"
Surprise and delight and giddiness danced through her veins, and she kissed him, needing no time to think about his awkward proposal. "Someday… yes. I would love to be your willowy wife, and build a nice home with you in a forest, and raise little wildling children."
"It might not be safe…" He nuzzled at her hair, his arms wrapping around her, surrounding her with warmth and protection, and the slightly musky scent of Logan.
"My life has never been safe, but with you, I could be happy. I want that happiness. This happiness." She ran her fingers through his stiff, coarse hair. "You bring happiness and intensity into my life. You made life worth having again."
"You're my happiness, Willow." His words were soft, but they came from the depths of his being.
"Well, then there's no reason why we can't try to build a happy, wonderful life together. Where do you want to live?" She smiled, her mind trying to envision what their children might look like.
"I don't know. But we don't have to start a house and kids just yet." His hands gripped her, thumbs rubbing on her arms.
"I have you, and you have me. That's the start. And together, we can make a future. Here, there, anywhere. But there's no reason not to see the world before we settle down." Willow arced up, kissing Logan. "Together."
"Together." His promise was soft, but heartfelt.
End Reach Out 4: Promises.