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Three Weeks Later
Logan couldn't shake the paranoia he had been feeling for the past few days. It was a relatively new feeling for him, as he discovered. There had been a certain peace of his life that he had enjoyed without truly acknowledging it, but now felt it's absence and he now lived on edge most days.
The few weeks that had passed since his home invasion and finding out the truth of his past had left Logan feeling out of sorts. The Woman, as he would refer to her, had flown the coop after he had woken and confronted her, and had not shown up since. He even felt the feeling of the cold on the nape of his neck was gone too, which he had piecemealed together that the presence of the Demon and the odd sensation of being watch constantly were now gone. At first it had been wholly pleasant; Logan had relished in the feeling of being well and truly alone.
The first week or so had given him the liberty to be a little more flashy about his predicament, as he had gone out of his way to say hello to anyone who made eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds. It had even led to having full conversations with people who had previously not felt the desire to approach him. It had been quite a change in character from before, as most people would have said that before, it was like a dark cloud followed Logan wherever he went, whereas now it felt like he had brightened up.
Although now, Logan pondered, there was almost an absence of….something, he could not exactly describe. It was an untouchable sensation, like being tired but not being able to fall asleep. Classes were interesting but lacking of focus and motivation he felt distracted. He would wander on his campus, or even the streets of Monstergirl City, simply to walk. Logan also began to notice attention he had not been used to before; many of the monstrous ladies that he had barely got a glance from were now giving him long, curious stares.
It had thrown him through a loop one day, when a rather shy Satyr approached him with a free coffee at the campus bookstore. She was sweet enough, offering a friendly hello and fluttering those big brown eyes. "We made one extra, added some extra sugar too~. Let me know if you need anything, and enjoy!" She then skipped off back to the small cafe near the entrance.
Logan had seen some similar tactics before; monstergirls would often bring lunches or snacks to his old school and give them to a select man of their choosing. Either it was a heartfelt attempt to woo their intended target, or a trap to ingest some part of the girl. Logan shuddered at what some of his peers had discovered they were eating before being whisked off as a "newly married man" but the mamoau that had given them a danish or crepe they had laced with their own special ingredient. Barring being impolite and unduly rude, Logan set the book he had taken from the shelf back in its proper place, making his way out of the bookstore with coffee in hand. Once a safe distance away, he threw the coffee cup in the trash, making sure he was not being tailed by a hopeful Satyr.
There had been a string of these occurrences since the woman had broken into his home. By far the Satyr was the boldest attempt to date, but he found the Red Oni's of his class were making a habit of sitting a little closer to him now. The succubus that taught Modern Maou and Culture class had been a little too eager to offer him extra time to get his midterm paper, and even offered him after class instruction to help guarantee him a passing grade. It was becoming a mounting issue that Logan loathed to admit, but since the demon had apparently vanished completely from his life he found the task of surviving life in M.G.C. to be more stressful than he had initially bargained for.
Even now, as he lay on his back in bed, his dread of the dark of his room made sleeping an issue. The occasional flash of lightning and the patter of rain on the window made a pleasant measma of sound and light that did calm him somewhat, but the gnawing concern of his daily grind was outpacing the need for sleep. Was this truly what his life was to be? He thought of the many young men he had known from high school and the monstrous women who would eventually claim them. How odd that now, finding himself in the position of losing all safeguard against the hordes of bodacious monsters, he found some kinship with the victims of those women. Logan thought of himself as a rat in a wheel, constantly running and going nowhere until a creature with some power greater than his came and ripped him from his mundane, caged life.
That woman….He never got her name. A curious thing that he had finally understood the very reason why most of his fellows felt distant from him, and all the answers were now before him, yet he could not help but wonder at her name. Moreover he wondered at just what kind of person she was to decide upon him at such a tender age. Why had she decided to let him a long life absent of her presence? Was she the last of her kind, and if not where were the rest? He had begun to look into creatures that matched her features about a week ago, in an attempt to answer some of these questions.
What he found was minimal, only that demons were a type of Mamaou and had a mastery of illusions. Nothing on preferences, habits, nothing. What he found did credit what he had seen in his apartment; demons being alluring creatures, similar to succubus but more tenacious, and certainly closer in power to the Great Maou. Not as rare as he had imagined them being, but rather uncommon by most monster standards.
Lacking comfort on the bed that was usually very kind to him, Logan swung his leg over the side and sat there, elbows on his knees and head hanging over. Her eyes...those eyes seemed burned into his brain and seared in his memory. Black sclera instead of white, outer red to golden yellow on the iris, split down the middle by a slitted pupil. Yet there was something there, staring back at him through those eyes that called out to him, some intangible pull into those depths that he felt he could not escape. Sure he would be lying if he said that he wasn't drawn in by the rest of her features. She was practically dripping in femininity, and the role model of seduction. So much to be tempted by, and yet…
"She held back…" He whispered to himself. No matter the rage he had felt the night of the break in and the subsequent days that followed, he could not make heads or tails of that. She had not technically acted like any monster he had witnessed before. Withholding any interaction with him had been an odd expression of affection, but he had led a relatively boring, albeit normal life. He had remained unaffected but the world changing around him, because of her. He even got to go to school and stay with his parents for his young life while being childless and single. They never had to worry about his well being from being raped at school or taken from them in the night by a ragingly horny mamono. He in turn never suffered indignity of being coerced into a relationship with a girl by mad and violent rape. She was, in the ways Logan could hardly comprehend, just a girl with a crush that had tried her best to give him what she thought he would want.
Maybe crush wasn't the correct term, as Logan reasoned the lengths the demon had gone to just to be near him. More like a soul crushing obsession, maybe even an insatiable love. That could explain why she was absent from his childhood life for so long, but what about now?
He had changed the locks of the apartment and been sure to keep all windows and doors locked tight since the incident a few weeks back, but even so, would that truly change anything? If she wanted to, she could easily break a balcony door, or force a window while he slept to assault him in his sleep. Where was she now?
He stood, his eyes well adjusted to the dark and the bleeding light from the city outside enough for him to navigate in the darkness. He opened the door of his bedroom and walked out into the hall. He stood silent for a moment, letting his senses adjust to the apartment. Silence and the darkened space of his home was all there was to meet him. He felt nothing out of the ordinary, no even that cold tingling sensation that he had grown so accustomed to.
Even he dared not admit what he was looking for, though his heart knew. He wanted to know why, after so many years and with so many options available, this demoness had settled on him. He wondered, daring to not hope, that perhaps she was simply still hidden from him as she had done before. He walked to the living room, casting his gaze at any dark corner he could find for some distortion, anything that would suggest a presence in his apartment. He saw nothing; not a shadow or trace of anything awry in the home. He sighed, admonishing himself for being so curious about a creature that surely could not desire anything but enslavement for him. Though he could not forget those eyes that had looked so longingly into his from the living room couch he now stood across.
She spent all that time watching me, I find it hard to believe that her obsession would end simply because I slapped her. He froze for a moment, bringing his hand up to inspect it. He had struck her, in a moment of rage and he did not regret the emotions he felt at that time. He did regret the action he took, and the welling hurt that came from the demon in his apartment was playing with his heart. To see all that hope and love snuffed out by him, the object of her obsession, rattled him somewhat. He couldn't find it in himself to feel rotten about it, but to say it didn't make him feel somewhat sorry for the demon…
He thought he was maybe overthinking things a bit, that maybe he was being hard on himself because he was mean to her. Of course it could be that she was manipulating him still, but he felt very much in control of his faculties. More importantly, and it struck Logan as odd to have this thought about a person he knew almost nothing about, more importantly though he somehow knew she wasn't the type of person to manipulate him to that extent.
The rain continued to fall outside in torrential waves and it was doing nothing to calm his nerves. A sleeping pill, he thought, perhaps if he just knocked himself out he could get these thoughts out of his head for a while and come back to them fresh. He turned left, moving towards the kitchen area. He shuffled around the kitchen, grabbing a glass and some sleep aids from the cabinet. He had not turned on the lights yet, but found his way well enough in the dark.
He was coming back around the corner to go back down the hallway when a flash of lightning illuminated the room for a second. The bolt had to have come fairly close by because it gave off so much light. He could see the light outside and the lightning throw the room into momentary brightness. He say the couch fully, a few scant boxes in the corner next to the TV, and the balcony outside. More importantly was the balcony, because for a brief second Logan felt his heart drop to his feet.
It looked for the split second of light that shown through the room, that something was on his balcony porch. It wasn't the largest of spaces, and it hardly did anything for a view if you didn't count the street and cityscape outside. At best he could use it for some light reading in a porch chair if he ever got around to buying one. But the glass doors were a plus, and just like the night the demon had appeared standing there on the other side, so too did she appear there tonight.
She looked so much smaller than she had when she first appeared. Whereas before she had portrayed herself as an imposing force from Hell, it seemed this time her spirit was nowhere in it. She was huddled in a small ball in the corner of the small balcony stone railing, huddled close to it with one wing pulled up over her right side as a sort of blanket. Logan stood shaking all over again, the room becoming inexplicably drier and almost unbearably still. Just as quickly as the lightning flashed, it was gone. Soon the shadows returned and the porch was again in darkness. Logan could not help but baffle at the sight, wondering if it was an illusion or the lack of sleep playing tricks on his mind. He made the braver choice and decided very cautiously to flip the balcony light and see if he wasn't imagining things.
He set the drink and pull down on the coffee table and moved slowly to the light switch by the door. The rain pattered on the glass with some force, and the storm outside was really ramping up. He let his hand slide along the wall until it found purchase, then flipping the lightswitch up and the light returned to the balcony.
She was indeed on the balcony. She was curled up in the corner and somewhat shielded from the rain, but obviously it helped little as he could tell she was shivering. He eyes opened at the persistent light, looking around until finally looking directly at him. The playful light that had danced across her eyes was long gone, and the hurt and pain she was feeling was evident. She pulled into herself tighter and it looked like she was sniffling. If not for the rain he could have sworn tears were streaming down her face. She closed her eyes, her face twisting in pain and she brought the wing covering her higher up to cover her face.
Logan could not understand why he felt like the lowest form of life there was, but at the same time that look she wore had brought him emotionally to his knees. There was depth of guilt and pity he felt in any time of his life, except this woman on his balcony had brought him as far as he thought possible. He hesitated for a moment, torn on what exactly to do. The shaking coming from under the bat-like wing triggered something in him, and he moved without thinking. His hand came to grab the door and pull open. The noise from the rain and wind were loud, but not deafening. He could not hear her sobs, but he was at least certain she had heard him when he spoke.
Moments Before
She hadn't anywhere else to go. Ever since that first night Morgana had nowhere to go to stay. She was admittedly alone in this city without him, and she could not feel good about herself knowing she'd leave him on his own. Even now, knowing he hated her, knowing there was likely no chance of reconciliation between the man she loved and herself, the idea of leaving him was physically painful for her now. She couldn't be bad at her circumstances, but a part of her didn't regret a minute of it. She had finally revealed herself to her intended, and attempted to help him see the reason for her actions. But in the few weeks that had followed and her utter abandonment of her duty to look after and safeguard him from potential threats, she could still not separate from him. He was her warm light in the dark, a dark she did not wish to return to without him.
She had cried until her throat was hoarse and her body weak from the convulsing. In the rarest of circumstances, when a mamono was separated from her mate for too long, it would cause her to lapse into a state of catharsis and eventually a mindless existence. Forever craving the presence of the man who they had imprinted their demonic energy on, and likewise the spirit energy that the man gave off. That energy was like food to mamono; the absence of it from the man they commit to is like starving for them. Even now, when Morgana could risk it, she would find herself here on his balcony. At first she was able to conceal her presence from him with a simple illusionary spell, but dared not risk being too close and revealing herself to him again. She could not bare to be scolded by him again.
Yet for the past week, she begun having trouble summoning the strength to perform her routine magic. It had even become difficult for her to fly anymore; in fact reaching the balcony as she had this last morning had caused her extreme strain and left her feeling woozy and out of sorts. She did the best she could to hold off on using any spells unless she needed to, resting as she needed to keep up her strength. Even the residual energy Logan had given off when she would regularly be hidden from him but so close at the same time was enough to sustain her and keep her magics active. Now though, the pressure of being denied his presence and maintaining her illusions were wearing on her body. In any other capacity it was the equivalent to not having eaten for several weeks, and she was losing her ability to maintain her invisibility to Logan.
Morgana knew she was reaching the end of a short rope. She could not risk exposing herself again, she knew that, lest he become more aggressive in driving her away. She considered breaking her vow to have him accept her, but she considered his reaction to her being present at almost all of his young life. Taking that final step from him that was meant to be a shared experience was the last thing Morgana wanted for either of them, as she wanted their love to blossom together as equals, not as a triumphant lord over a weakling. She knew the calling of her kind was to lord themselves over their captured men, but Morgana wanted different. She desperately wanted to keep Logan as her equal, her only match in this world.
The cold rain and wind buffeted her form as she shivered on the balcony porch. She had no other options. She closed her eyes and felt the residual warmth of tears trickle down her face and meld with the pouring rain.
"Logan….*ffffff*...please….." Her teeth were chattering uncontrollably as her body tried to retain any warmth it could.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a shadow moving from inside the apartment. Luckily the darkness of the balcony and the apartment had kept her hidden for a moment. It was him; she still had enough magic in her to tell his spirit energy apart in a crowd of thousands. It was that bright, warm light he gave off that gave her the chance of seeing tomorrow. He moved slowly, though he was stopped in front of the couch at the moment simply staring. He had a look on his face as though he was searching for something, his eyes squinting in the dark to find whatever it was on his mind.
Morgana held her breath as best she could, and tried to get her shaking limbs under control. She had no desire to be found and told to leave; this was as close to comfortable she had been in a few days. Luckily he turned away from the couch and walking into the kitchen. Morgana watched as he reached into a cabinet and grabbed himself a glass and a bottle of pills.
Sleeping pills? Odd that he had trouble sleeping, he had been having some trouble sleeping the last few weeks. No doubt the fear of her potential return had jolted him somewhat. As much as she needed to be close to him, she hated the thought that she was making his life any harder than it had to be. Her soul broke a little more at the thought of hurting him further.
He had filled his glass and was about walk back towards the hallway to his bedroom. Just a few more seconds and Logan would be out of sight, and perhaps Morgana could try fruitlessly to fall asleep.
At that moment a blinding bolt of lightning and thunder ripped through the sky above the apartment. It had been so bright that for an instant the entire living room of Logan's apartment had been illuminated, casting light on the balcony as well. Terror took Morgana as the light touched Logan's face, and she could have sworn his eyes found her in the brief moment of light. Just as suddenly as the lightning flashed, so again was it out.
Morgana was frozen like stone as Logan stood motionless as well. With her enhanced vision the demoness could see the curiosity and realization click into her beloved's mind. He had a look of disbelief on his face and Morgana feared it would soon turn to rage. She was too weak to fly, and she felt that any confrontation with Logan right now would end in further separation and heartbreak. She pulled herself in tighter under her twitching wing, dreading what was bound to happen next.
The young man in the apartment set his glass of water and pill down on the table, making slow, hesitant steps towards the balcony.
Oh Maou, she thought to herself, please Logan, don't do this to me, oh gods please get me out of this, don't make him cast me aside…
His hand travelled up the wall until he found the light switch. Morgana tensed and prepared for the worst. The light came on, and at last she could see him clearly, just as he could her. His face was pure shock, it seemed as though he was looking at a ghost. Morgana could only shut her eyes, trying desperately to hide from his sight in any way. Fresh tears spilled down her face, mixing with the falling rain as she pulled her wing up as much as she could to cover her face. She loathed Logan seeing her like this. She heard the door pull open and the warm are of Logan's apartment spilling out onto the balcony. The demoness prepared herself for the terrible, soul crushing torrent she would likely receive for failing to leave him alone.
"You can't stay out there, get in here!"
Morgana flinched. That was not what she had expected him to say. Her eyes went wide and she risked a peak as her wing came down enough for her eyes to peer at him from underneath. His face was not the contorted mass of anger she expected, but instead was level, firm, and with a touch of concern in his eyes. She was not sure what alternate universe she had stumbled into, but he dared not move in case she had misheard him. He gestured a hand inside.
"Come on, before you catch something!"
The demoness could not believe it. Her mind went blank and she slowly uncoiled and hesitantly moved towards the balcony door. She did not push through him into the warmth of the living room, but kept her head low, her wings and tail wound as tightly around herself as she could make them. She was not entirely sure this was not a trick; some means of bringing her inside to give her a verbal thrashing before throwing her back out to the elements once again. Nevertheless she complied, and was given back a small bit of hope that she was not doomed when he made plenty of room for her to step inside. She stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the room, her body still shaking and water dripping from every part of her as she tried adjusting to the warmth.
Logan had closed the door behind her, then walked past her to the hallway and disappeared. He reappeared a moment later with several towels and a change of clothes. He placed the clothes down on the table and stuck his hands out to her, presenting each hand with a fresh towel.
"Here." he nudged the towels at her. "Dry off." She took them slowly from him, careful to move slow and deliberate. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute and she dared not give him reason to regret allowing her in. Her hands grasped the towels, reveling in the scent of him coming from them. He watched her for a moment, and she stared shyly up at him. He simply walked back into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. She watched him leave, then a moment after he was gone she uncoiled her tail from around her leg and used it like a towel hanger to hold one dry towel, the other she put to work on her face and hair. The towel was war on her skin, and the residual warmth of him was in the fibers, giving her a wonderful sensation of warmth and satisfaction. Soon her hair was no longer dripping wet, and she moved onto her chest and back.
She was grateful to him for offering the spare change of clothes to her; her current demon's outfit was soaked all the way through. She shivered as the cold dampness remained even after she patted them as dry as she could. That first towel now sufficiently damp, she took the second towel and dried her legs and wings. She could not help but feel a blissful disbelief that she was back inside his apartment again, and that he had willingly let her inside. She could not let herself hope that he had a change of heart so quickly, but perhaps…
The door opening down the hall signalled Logan's return. Morgana turned her head back towards him, and she could feel her heart doing somersaults as he carried a pillow and a thick comforter from his room. More lightning crashed outside causing Morgana to jump a bit, making Logan slow down in the hallway a bit to look at her.
"I'm sorry...sorry...it was the…" she felt so foolish in that moment. Jumping at lightning then babbling like an idiot was not exactly the best way to convince Logan she could be trusted, but it seemed like that mattered little as he continued to move into the living room with the slightest of smiles on his face. He set the pillow and blanket on the couch next to her, Morgana's eyes following him the entire time with a loving smile following him.
"It's...fine. Just um...yeah you can stay in here tonight...out of the…the…" He tapered off, and Morgana noticed he was staring at her and his jaw slightly aloof. Morgana could not help but feel flattered that Logan had taken a moment to notice her, and she was sure with the help of the rain she her attempting to seem as small as possible she might have looked disheveled and more comely than she could have on her own. The heat of Logan's spirit was burning a little brighter now, and the demoness could not hide the fiery blush that rose on her cheeks at his lingering gaze.
"Rain...right?" she finished, not ashamed of the smile creeping up her face. It had warmed her heart that she could throw him off like this, and as much as she wished to capitalize on the situation, she resorted to simply taking it slow from here, attempting to make him as comfortable around her as possible.
"Y-yeah...the rain...Just uh...let me know if you...um…"
Oh my Maou, she thought, her stomach turning over at his stuttering. She could not have expected his spirit to be so distracted by her presence. She was tempted so awfully to forget the subtlety and take him right then and there, but she held back, painfully, but maintained her composure. His spirit was a pure white, like a flame blowing in the dark, and ever so slightly the tips of the flame were dancing in her direction. Her heart sang at this...perhaps she was wrong to so quickly doubt the attraction between Logan and her.
"Yes...of course. Thank you Logan…"
He smiled a goofy grin, causing Morgana holding back a giggle as he walked back towards the hallway and down towards his bedroom. She had just turned to the sofa and had been adjusting the pillow at one when he called back out to her.
"So...I um...I never caught your name...the other night…."
The demoness turned back towards him, only coming half way to look back at him. Her tail slowly began to wag as he stared back at her, the gears in his brain turning as he waited for her reply.
"It's Morgana...please call me Morgana." She could see the shiver going up his spine at her words. Ooooo he is just so DELICIOUS, she screamed internally. He was dangling himself before her and she was having the extreme difficulty of denying herself of him.
"R-right...um...well then. G-goodnight...Morgana."
"Goodnight, Logan…" she was careful to taste his name leaving her lips and revelled in the heat his spirit was giving off even from this far away. He nodded once, eyes lingering a moment before shutting the door tightly behind him. She huffed in disappointment as he locked the door behind him, but giggled once again as he shuffled around his room and his breathing was coming in short bursts. Thanks to her enhanced vision she could tell he was all of the frightened rabbit trying to sleep next to a hungry wolf. Her face was aglow with a ravenous smile as she adjusted the comforter on the couch before she decided the bed was well made for now.
Pulling her wings in tight she began to undress, letting her armored bikini bra and panties slight to the ground. Her boots came of with a bit of a squelch from the water tapped inside. She patted them dry before she finally stood, wings stretching from her sides and her tail coiling and whipping as she made use of the open space around her. She then moved to the shirt and shorts she had been left, taking some effort with the shity to make it fit over her wings before simply folding it up and placing it on the coffee table. Better to let the girls hang free, she thought. The shorts were a better fit for her, sliding up and sitting snuggly on her wide hips and stretchy enough to allow her tail to still move freely and in full range.
Comfortable with her arrangement and admittedly excited at the thought Logan may wake first and discover her half-naked form in the morning, she pulled back the comforter and crawled onto the couch. The comforter was perfectly warm, more importantly it smelled of Logan. Her wailed coiled and writhed as she took in his scent like she had with the towels. It would do for now, but Morgana felt lighter than air settling in to sleep in his apartment. She still felt weak, not quite up to snuff, but a warm sleep and the presence of Logan nearby would surely help her.
She yawned, the cold and the dampness settling in on her in contrast to the warmth she was now surrounded by. She pulled the comforter up to her chin and let her tail slide out from underneath to wrap itself around the shirt Logan had left for her. She would not waste the change to absorb as much of her lover as she could, and closed her eyes with her tail pulling the shirt underneath the comforter and up to her hands. She held it close to her chest and breathed in his scent as she felt herself drifting off to sleep, her body thumming with warmth and her desire for Logan growing by the minute.
The Next Morning
It was a little after 9AM whenLogan awoke the next morning, having had a dreamless nights' sleep. He felt around him and saw that in fact, there was no demon in his bed when he woke up. The woman….Morgana, as she addressed herself, had not broken into his room in the night as he expected. He had sat awake after locking the door behind him just in case he had been terribly wrong about letting her in and sleep on the couch.
None of this makes sense, he thought to himself. If she was like any other monster girl, she would have probably done everything in her power to break into his room and have her way with him until he was well and truly her husband. Instead all he had was a relatively trouble free night and morning so far. He had tested his luck so far by letting her into his home and depending on a locked door to keep him safe, and so far she had not betrayed that much trust.
He sat up and straightened out his sleepwear so he was a little more presentable and steeled his his mind. He needed answers from her that he wouldn't get by tiptoeing around her anymore. He knew she would listen to him, leave if he wanted her truly gone, so the concern of his safety was considerably less than when she had first appeared.
He grabbed the handle of the door and unlocked it, pulling slowly and peering into the hallway. Logan saw only her back with one wing on the floor and the other pulled up over the comforter and hugging into herself. She was breathing slow and steady, hopefully a sign she was still asleep. He took slow, cautious steps into the hall, any floor creaking muffled by the socks on his feet. He got up to the coffee table and it appeared Morgana was still asleep.
He moved slow, noticing her tail was peeking out from under the comforter and coiled on the ground of the couch. Carefully as he could he moved to stand in between the couch and coffee table, not stepping on a wing or tail as he settled to sig on the edge of the table. She was still asleep, lightly snoring to herself and mumbling every now and again. He took a moment to truly take her in.
I can't believe some like this is a demon…
She couldn't much more an an inch or two taller than he was, but in front of her she looked so much smaller than when she had been standing before him. Her hair was violet, a very dark purple that faded into a snowy white on the tips of her hair and about halfway down her tail. He wondered if she was an albino demon, not actually having heard of such a thing before, but in this new age who knew what variations of monstergirl there were. Her hair was a mess, but in the way one gets when having slept on a couch, he supposed.
The hair fell in long strands all about her, covering her shoulders and coming down over her great wings. They were magnificent, leathery and a light hue against light blue hue of her skin. She was flawless; had she been born human there would likely have been no end to the interested men biting at the chomps for her. Her face...for some reason he was mesmerized by her face. Even asleep she was putting any celebrity or crush he ever had to shame. He hadn't even noticed when one of his hands moved towards her, looking to brush a rouge strand of hair away to unobstruct his view of her face. He caught himself halfway, moving instead towards her waist, giving it a gentle rub to wake her.
"Sorry to wake you, but...:" he whispered to her.
A moment of brushing from atop the comforter and she mumbled some more, stretching out slightly and opening her eyes. She looked back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes found where his hand was sitting and granted him with a gorgeous smile and turning over, letting her wings fold back in and around her body. Sitting fully up and on her back, Logan withdrew his arm and had a sharp intake of breath.
He had hidden herself well with the comforter and her hair, never failing to expose herself to him until he turned over. He cursed his own luck as she stared back at him, eyes hiding mischief and a wicked smile forming on her face. Her breasts, free of bark or covering, were exposed for the world to see, or in this case just Logan. He could only have imagined how perfect they looked before in the scant armor she wore, but now fully exposed before him, Logan felt his breath catch in his throat. He shuddered under her sight as she giggled up at him.
"Good morning, Logan..."
WOO I got a long chapter out. This is one of the longer chapters I've written so far and I wanted to capture some of that detail I'd gotten in my last chapters. I knew this was going to be a drawn out process of reconciliation between Morgana and Logan and now I feel like it was all well worth it.
I was very happy that this is how Logan found out Morgana's name. The scenes in this just feel right to me. I will say that while this chapter had things go better for Morgana than the previous, there is still some hurdles she needs to pass before she's out of the woods and back with Logan.
Please let me know what you all think, I want to know if this is going in a direction everyone is happy with!
-Banis
