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Morgana couldn't hide the giggles rising from her throat as Logan sat bewitched in front of her, his gaze glued to her exposed chest and his jaw hanging aloof. She could get so very addicted to the faces he made when taken off balance, especially when she first woke up as well. But as much as she wished to tease him further, she could knew she had been woken for a reason, and decided to pull the comforter up to her chin, a small wink following as the hypnotic stare on Logan's face disappeared.
"I'm sorry, but I can tell you that look was most definitely worth it. I promise, no more of that." She said, making sure only her head as showing as she pulled her wings up and under so that they were curled up on her back behind her. Making sure not to crush her wings she lay back down, snuggled up under the comforter with one arm holding it up to her chin, the other resting across her stomach on top of the comforter. She watched as the color came back to Logan's face and smiled expectantly.
"R-right...umm…" Logan sputtered. Morgana considered that maybe her little stunt had done more than she intended, as he coughed to himself and tried to take some deep breaths. She made the mental note to remember to do this more often; his inability to deal with a little nudity was irresistible to her.
"So….wanna tell me what you were doing on my balcony last night?..." Morgana shuffled, taking her eyes off of him. She knew she owed him an explanation, even so she couldn't shake the embarrassment of having to tell him exactly why she was there.
"Okay…" She turned back to him. All the humor gone from her face, a tinge of fear in her eyes as she looked back up Logan. "Promise you won't be mad or say anything until I finish?" Logan narrowed his eyes slightly. In the back of his mind he still felt a reserved distrust towards the demoness, but seeing as he was able to sleep a full night with a monstergirl in the next room and not wake up to a broken down door and being raped mercilessly, he supposed it was alright to press his luck. "Sure...but the full truth." He scooted forward a little, making sure to put her in the entirety of his vision.
"Alright...so…..you may know how my kind are...mamaou need….~ugh~..." This was not as easy to explain as Morgana had hoped. She was concerned that any overtly intense information may scare her Logan off, and ruin the budding trust she was gaining with him. Still yet was the fear of withholding any information from him and later being discovered and accused of betraying his trust in her. She reasoned that it would be better to have him upset now than furious later.
"So when a mamaou find a man…" she paused, considering her words with the utmost care. Logan was hanging on to her words, she couldn't scare him off now. "...I'm sure you know that they exchange energies with each other… I won't say how!" She quickly blurted out, her nervousness getting the better of her. For the most part Logan wasn't looking like he was about to dash back to his room or throw her out.
"Just...you know...they love each other...and when a mamaou finds a man she love and can call her husband, she can't live without him. I know...I know that's an exaggeration for some, and for most mamaou that's a complete exaggeration, but for demons…." She felt so self conscious with him staring so intently at him, it was turning gears inside she wasn't anticipating. "...For me...it's different. If someone like me, finds someone…" She held her breath a moment, unable to predict how he'd take all this. "...someone like...you...then it really is a matter of life or death. I've been with you for so long...I know and it was wrong of me to do that I get it, please don't be mad, please…" She felt so stupid as she felt her eyes get hot, her vision misty. Logan didn't seem too offput, but his eyes were beginning to get as round as dinner plates and as though all the brain matter had been scooped from his head. Go for broke, Morgana. What do you have to lose now?
"But I-I...it hurts...it hurts me to be away from you now." she brought her free hand to rest over her right breast, just where her heart was beating frantically and driving her anxiety through the roof. "I've had you near me for so long that I can survive just by being close the energy you put off. I could be fine just on my own before I found you, but now...after so long….that's why I couldn't leave. I know...you may not have wanted to see me again...but I couldn't do it." She squeezed her eyes shut, she couldn't look at him, she couldn't risk seeing that anger or hurt coming from him as she poured out her heart to him.
"All of this isn't how I wanted it to be. I never meant to make you mad…I thought maybe…~sniff~...I don't know what I thought…~hic~...But it had been nearly twenty years of silence, wanting to hold you, spoil you and be with you. It's like…" she choked back, holding the tears at bay as best she could. She cracked her eyes again, staring up and off to the wall away from him. "It's like not being able to breathe. You just ~hic~, just take little gasps for air, barely keeping alive."
Logan felt gravity being turned up and simultaneously as if he as free floating in space. Morgana's confessions felt like a growing lump of lead in his stomach, throwing his mind through a bender. He could only blink, trying to wrap his head around it all.
"I don't want to live without you...It would be too much for me..." She turned back to him, her right arm outstretched to him, palm up and a pleading look on her face that nearly made his heart explode. Tears now freely running down her face as she searched his face for a sign of anything other than rejection.
Is she serious? Can't survive without… Logan pondered that for a moment. He had heard of monsters from old times being separated from their husbands meeting sad ends, since they grow dependent on their men for energy and affection. They also appear to be monogamous once they find a partner, maybe fooling around before hand but once they settle down, they settle down hard. It had been rarer nowadays to hear about monstergirls dying off from heartbreak, but it happened. I don't want to be responsible for someone dying….and I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't at least flattered by her…
He had a hard time denying that she was truly beautiful. Even like this, compared to their first meeting, she looked frail, as if she were about to break. The desperation and hurt behind those eyes, which had intimidated him at first with their predatory gaze, now looked innocent, unwavering from his focus. Her words did not carry any malice in them, and now just as before, he didn't feel as if he was being lied to. Maybe she's a little crazy, he thought to himself. ...Maybe even possessive. But she's not evil.
Morgana's heart was whirling out of control as she waited for Logan to do something. She could almost see the debate in his mind tug and pull as she outstretched a hand to him. She couldn't stand it anymore; she needed him, craved for him like nothing she had ever felt she needed before. She was not sure she could stay alive another moment without having felt his touch upon her skin, every fiber of her being cried out for him. So her heart sang when he slowly reached over, placing his left hand under her outstretched right. He was so very warm to her, a pleasant type of warmth that coursed through him into her. She cooed in satisfaction, twisting her hand around so that it was gently holding his arm, her wrist held in his palm and thankful that he did not recoil from her touch.
Logan thought his heart had stopped when Morgana smiled up at him; it was easily the most genuine, beautiful smile he had ever seen. He marvelled at the feel of her hand on his arm. He had expected her to be burning, being a demon and all, but she was surprisingly gentle, her skin a pleasant warmth on his skin.
"You can't imagine how long I've waited for this...just to know what this feels like." Morgana gushed like a school girl, but she could hardly care. A curious combination of soft and rough skin on Logan's arm felt pleasant upon hers, moving her fingers about in a flexing gesture on his arm. She felt Logan tense up a bit, so she paused momentarily before tightening her grip, pulling him onto the couch with her, deciding that this game of cat and mouse was getting old to her.
"W-wait, hang on a-" Logan tried to call out, but he couldn't get it out in time as he found himself on the edge of the couch, brushing up against Morgana's hip as she pulled her legs up to accommodate him on the couch. Her grip was firm, but she was not holding him there, and he felt her slacken once he was on the couch. "Please...trust me Logan? I won't hurt you..." Logan paused, her look not malicious or false. She wasn't holding him there, so perhaps she was genuine in wanting to be closer to him. He relented, allowing her to keep him there, adjusting only to get more of a seat of the now shared couch. She hummed in satisfaction, almost sounding like a purr, as she brought his hand forward.
"Thank you…" was all she whispered. Her warm breath tickled the hairs on his arm as she brought her other hand to meet his, pulling it forward until the tips of his fingers grazed her face. He scooted forward to avoid falling on top of her, but otherwise he dare not move a muscle. He jumped a little when she slid one hand up his arm to cover his, bringing it to cup her cheek as she nuzzled into his palm. "Mhmmmm…" she purred into his hand. The softness of her face was matched only by the silky smoothness of her hair as a finger or two slipped up to her hairline. She simply held him there, face in hand, one hand covering and caressing his hand, the other latched onto his forearm and keeping him close.
In any other instance Logan may have found himself right back behind the door of his bedroom, and if not for the meager behavior of the demon in front of him he would have fled the minute she took his hand. He still felt the gut impulse to run, to get away from her, but only due to their new closeness. It was completely new territory for him, to be this close to a woman in such a romantic way. He tried his best to put the image of his parents spotting him like this out of his mind, as he could only imagine the shock his parents would feel by finding not only a woman but a monster being alone with their son and so close in proximity.
"You are quite handsome, Logan." Morgana whispered into the palm of his hand. Logan could not hide his blush, and it spread too fast for his hand to cover up completely. He opted to turn his head to the side, as much away from Morgana to hide his embarrassment and uttered a small "Thank you", and bringing his free hand up to support his chin as he continued to turn away from her. He had never been complimented like that, sure by his mother but that was maternal pride, he thought. In many ways he couldn't help but believe Morgana's involvement in his life had actually worked against his ability to handle the advances of women, as it was right now.
She beamed up at him, smiling up at him like a cat who just caught a mouse in her jaws. "Come now, no need to be shy. It is only us here, no need to be embarrassed. I just want to be honest with you." She could only make out some grumbled speech he muttered into his chand as he kept his face turned away. Giggling to herself at his bashfulness, she decided to up her play. "And what do you think of me?"
That got his head turning back around. She had an expectant look on her face, waiting for him to say something. She's got to be kidding. Why is she so insistent to put me on the spot? "Well…." he began. The words felt like molasses in his mouth, sticking in his throat and keeping him from speaking. He felt the heat on his cheeks as she had backed him into a corner. She's not bad looking by any means...but why ask? What does she have to gain from interrogating me?
"I…well I-...umm…" She could tell he was struggling, he was practically petrified at the thought of answering her question. His heartbeat through his palm was rapid, almost as though his chest were about to explode. She attempted to calm him down, rubbing her hand over his arm. She moved his thumb to rest on the corner of her mouth, and smiled once again as his thumb made small movements on her cheek. He grazed over the corner of her mouth, just a simple motion, but comforting to both of them. "Logan, you don't have to be scared. You aren't agreeing to anything, I just want to know what you think of me."
He looked down at her, his eyes relaxing a little but his blush remained. The pulse through his arm slowed, eased as he was calming down. "I…" he spoke slowly, a little more calm in his voice than before, "...find you...very beautiful…"
It was all the demoness needed to hear. Her heart was soaring in her chest and her tail was waving excitedly on the floor. Even her wings twitched a bit as she smiled back up at Logan. He looked as though he had melted from the stress of his simple confession. She turned her head a little into his hand, finding the errant thumb and capturing it on her lips. Gentle but firm, she pressed her lips to his thumb with all the feeling she had.
For Logan, the feeling of his thumb on her lips was odd. It was gentle enough, and while she looked like she was desperately clinging to his arm, it wasn't so much a forceful hold but a loving one, like his arm was a stuffed bear in her grasp. They stayed like that for a few moments, Morgana savouring the closeness and Logan allowing her the moment. It felt like an eternity before she looked back up at him, eyes a little misty but looking radiant otherwise. He felt like was being pulled in by those eyes, the red slits on the black silica beckoning him, pulling him down to her-
The alarm in his room rang out, signalling 9AM and snapping his head to look down the hall towards his room. It was Thursday, the final day of his classes, and he realized he would normally have just woken up. He turned back to Morgana, those eyes still holding sway but the enchanting gaze had softened somewhat.
"So...um...I've got-"
"Class, yes."
He sat still for a moment, feeling slightly unsure was to what to do, her grip on his arm still there.
"And well...I won't be gone too long-"
"Because you only have few classes on Thursday." Morgana finished.
Logan blinked, taken back a little by the nonchalant responses from the demoness at knowing his schedule to such as degree.
"Yes…" he muttered with only the slightest unease. "So in the meantime...you can stay here...catch up on some sleep…"
"Is that okay?" She muttered into his hand. Pushing her cheek into his hand a little more, she looked up wary, maybe even a little afraid.
"...Yeah...It's okay. There's some food in the fridge. I'll be back soon." He stood up, or at least tried to. Morgana kept his hand close to her, not eager to be without the warmth and softness of his hand. His tug was gentle against her hold, and just when he began to panic she relented, letting his arm slip through hers as he rose.
"Come home soon, okay?" she asked.
His lips formed into a trace of a smile. "Yeah, sure."
He turned, walking back down towards the hall to change when something from their first meeting clicked in his mind. He remembered the last time he had seen her, and what he had done. He stopped his pace in the middle of the hallway, turning back to the living room. He kept his gaze low, not quite able to look her in the eye.
"Hey...about the other night...I...I shouldn't have done that. You didn't deserve it and...I'm sorry."
She sat, looking back at him and holding her silence. She had almost forgot about being slapped, and it really never hurt her. Morgana only felt the hatred towards her behind the slap, and of course that was what drove her off in the first place. She held no grudge against him for it, and had it truly angered her he would have known it well before now. But given the odd scenario she found herself in, she again decided to play her luck as a wicked idea formed in her mind.
"Well…" she began slowly, "...it's alright. I understand humans don't react well to these things sometimes. Imagine if I were a Minotaur, that would have been horrible." She smiled back at him, smirking at the shudder as the idea of a pissed off Minotaur rampaging through his home not agreeing with him.
"But I'll forgive you, I'm know it was a gut reaction…" He looked back at her, about to speak until he saw her hold up a finger to him. "...On one condition."
He turned a little more towards her, now finding himself a little off balance at waiting to hear the demons' demands.
"I want you to tell me, and be honest…" She paused. Letting her hands drift slowly back towards her chest, she looked as though she were about to cross her arms, a little fear creeping back into Logan's mind. She smiled at him, the demon from their first meeting had returned, entrancing him with her gaze, that smile promising all the evil that Logan originally feared from her.
She then placed her hands on top of her chest, scooping down on her generous bust from on top of the comforter and holding herself up, raising her chest even higher as she winked at him, saying, "Did you like what you saw, handsome?"
He choked back a moment, Logan being thrown completely off guard. He stood dumbstruck as she smiled back at him, moving her hands around to jiggle her tits right in front of him. Unable to stop the rising demands from his groin, he made straight away for his room, closing the door and locking it in a huff as he got his heart rate under control. All the while Morgana's unstoppable laughter was chasing him from the living room.
It had taken Logan a few minutes longer to get ready that morning, mostly due to the antics of his houseguest, but eventually he got dressed enough to head out for classes that day. Morgana could not help but giggle at his blush when he came back out of his room, trying to do anything but look at her. He muttered a goodbye of sorts, wishing her a good rest while he was gone, and she merely winked at him and told him to hurry back.
But for Morgana she was not the least eager to have him immediately return. She couldn't believe in her luck as he left her alone in his apartment. Not only was she known to him now, and far more comfortable around her than their first meeting, but she was allowed to remain in his home with his knowledge, and he was expected to see her when he returned later today. It was such a thrill, to be a part of his world at last. It was all the demoness has wished for these twenty long years. Now at least, they could begin to build a proper relationship, as she always intended. She sat simply staring around his apartment, and her first occasion to interact with the various objects within.
Since he had moved into his own place and settled down, she had wanted to investigate various objects in his apartment. There was the TV, which for the most part was not too terribly thrilling. She had known of the many forms of entertainment that humans chose to indulge in, but had never taken much interest in them until Logan came around. She had grown a appreciation of martial arts movies, Bruce Lee being one of the most capable human fighters she had ever seen. Various films intrigued her but only when Logan seemed to enjoy them. She had longed to watch those alongside him instead of over his shoulder, but that may yet come to pass, given the chance in circumstance. Television in general was a bore, she never found much interest in it.
What she did credit to humans was music, one of their most ingenious inventions. Such a delicate and captivating artform as ever she had found in her many years. Logan had been gifted a old record player from his father from his 17th birthday, and she was grateful to the man for the gift as she took partook in it's enjoyment. It seems Logan's father had a perchance to rock and roll, and such a bombastic style had rubbed off on Logan, and her by association. Many an afternoon of watching Logan chip away at homework from school was made enjoyable to the tunes of men like Chuck Berry, the later appointed King Elvis, even the Beetles, which she thought was a curious name for human musicians. Most of the beetles she knew of were not so much in to peace and love, as much as they were about finding a husband and endless sexual escapades which, Morgana reflected on later, did include love, so perhaps these were Beetle friendly humans.
But there was one musician that Logan had in his collections that rarely got played, but it sent her heart into a frenzy whenever she heard it. A lone album by a musician called Labyrinth, and a song called "Beneath Your Beautiful". Logan always played it when he was feeling a little down in the dumps, but she was overjoyed at the lyrics of the song, and the delicate voice of the artist.
Finally alone now with his treasures, Morgana flung the comforter off of her, stretching her legs out and her wings wide. She felt finally free to move around, the warmth of the comforter only partially missed. The atmosphere of the apartment was rich with the lingering scent and energy of her beloved, and she had to remind herself every now and again that he would return so as to now go seek him out. There was much planning to do, preparations to make, before his return this afternoon. She eyed the shirt he had given to her, scrunched underneath where she lay the previous night. She picked it up, bringing it to her face to take another whiff.
"Ah...that's the ticket…" she muttered to herself. It was such a pleasant aroma, most humans could not appreciate the fragrance that most mamaou could enjoy from their human lovers. Though this article had lost its freshness, no doubt from her using it all night to comfort her. She decided to be bold, and trekking down the hall ventured into his room. It was much the same state as she had found it the first night of being here, though slightly torn through as he must have rushed to get prepared for the day. Though the closet was open, and after searching through a few of his clothes and enjoying the treasure trove of his essense in the air, found her favorite old sweater of his. She dared not take any of his clothes before her introduction, for risk of her exposure prematurely, but now she felt a liberty in finally being able to take one for her use.
It was an old dull red sweater with the number 44 on the front in white fabric. She never understood the purpose of the numbers on the piece, but she knew it was soft and warm. Logan always put it on when he was cold in the winter, and now that she was somewhat accepted in his life she had the chance to find out for herself. She held it to her face again, the rich smell of him had suck deep into the fibers. This would keep her going well beyond the standard wait for him to return. A small gesture of her hand and muttered incantation, and the wings on her back slowly melted into nothingness. A little trick she had mastered in just this situation, so that she would not fight against the clothes to get her wings into the garment.
Slipping it on carefully to avoid tearing it on her still exposed horns, she was very pleased with the feel of it on her at last. She threw her arms around herself and welcomed the warmth and the smell of him surrounding her. In her mind it was almost as though she was wrapped up in his arms, as she always dreamed, and imagined that it must feel twice as good as she felt right now. She stood for a few moments in the heat of her daydream, only snapping out of it when she heard the chime of the clock on his bed. The time was now 9:45AM, and it had surprised her how little time had passed since he left. She shook her head.
"Focus now...he'll be back, he said so…" She refused to worry on him while he was out. She had to; if she could not show she was capable of being separated from him for even a little while he could be driven away by a sense of neediness from her. Instead, she would endeavor him to seek her out, desire her presence as much as she did his.
Luckily she had just the plan to woo him.
She rummaged for a moment or so through his closet, finally finding a pair of sweatpants that fit somewhat. Amongst the many reasons to be grateful for her full, child bearing hips and curvaceous rear, otherwise the pants would have just slid off her for how baggy they were, offset down her hips from where the waistband met the base of her tail. Finally fully dressed, warm and surrounded with the smell of her man to be, she set off back down the hall and began to tidy things up. Folding the comforter back across the couch, smoothing out any wrinkles from the couch, she stood satisfied with her work.
She noted the kitchen, though small had everything she needed for her little plan to come together. Before she stepped into the kitchen, she turned first to the entertainment stand where Logan's record player sat. She popped the cover and turned it on, then shuffled through a stack of records until she found one of her more preferred rock bands he kept in his collection, Genesis. She smiled to herself, dreaming of Logan's reaction when he came home to see her good work.
Classes for Logan passed in a haze. He hadn't really paid much attention in either College Algebra or European History up to 1800, his only classes for the day. The bulk of his attention had been diverted to figuring out this woman he had left in his apartment. He still felt leery about her; he had no idea who she truly was or where she came from. Only knowing that he had been watched by her since he was practically a toddler did not sit well with him either.
During his teachers' lectures on Pythagorean theorem or the expanse of serfdom in Eastern Europe, he had taken his time to do some quick research on demons. Most of his findings came up empty, and so little had been known about them. It figured as much; the research he did not long ago yielded similar results. This time, however, he had found something that at least shed some light on his situation. A crazed scholar had written down some notes on the nature of demons in his encyclopedia on monster girls, and an article on demons was included. Though the information was limited given the author didn't have much knowledge of them either, he did find a few bits and pieces of facts in the speculation.
Apparently they weren't too different from Succubi, coming from the same family tree, though they were more intense than their Succubi cousins. Demons saw humans as frail, fragile creatures that apparently needed to be protected and watched by 'superior beings', such as demons themselves. There was a vague connection between the description and Morgana; she was that overly protective demon the author described. Where she differed though caused him some confusion. Morgana had not, at least not yet, tried to display some sort of dominance over him.
Ever since they had met, she had given him as many chances to either accept or deny her as he could choose from. There was no denying that he was not being corralled like a wild beast by her to suffer like a pet. If anything she was treating him like a real human being, an equal. That was apparently unheard of among demons. She also was not forcing herself upon him, attempting to drown him in sexual pleasure (rape, he thought later, just glorified rape). He did note though, that even demons seek a husband to share their lives with. It followed suit then, that all of Morgana's actions were in line with that goal, though she was clearly no ordinary demon. His finding also had no explanation of her hair and tail, since demons can come in a variety of colors, they were mainly blood red or light blue. Her hair and tail were turning white, from the tips to the base the change was undeniable.
After classes had ended and he found the rest of his peers gone by the time he took notice, he shuffled off from his final class to begin the long walk home. So many questions still, but at the least she seemed to know when to keep her distance. Even while he was researching and pretending to be a good student, he had not felt her presence the entire day. Whereas before there was the cold tingling feeling on his neck, or the feeling of being watched, today he felt free of both sensations.
It was a 30 minute walk from his apartment to his campus, sometimes the walk back being a little longer since the traffic through the city became congested with all the commuters out to lunch. It was just past 2PM, and today he was catching all the last minute businessmen and workers going from their midday meals back to their places of work. He felt a bit of apprehension when he found his building again. So far, no crazy winged women trying to scoop him into the sky. He felt that maybe, just maybe, this demon that was (he hoped) still asleep in his apartment and actually turned out to be closer to his style of normal than the rest of her kind. It would do him immense good to take some time to just think this all through, get a handle of what he was going to do. He walked into the lobby of his apartment, the usual emptiness with most of the other students was all that greeted him.
Avoiding the sometimes lingering gaze of the Weresheep receptionist, he found an empty elevator and made the slow climb up. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen to him now. Just what could he do about a demon that was, for the most part, unable to live without him? Even though that seemed a little farfetched to him, the sight of her curled up and spent on his balcony couldn't completely convince him she was lying. So say that she couldn't survive without him, was he now forced to look after this woman who had so unexpectedly come into his life?
The elevator had opened at last, cutting off his inner questions and he stepped out. The floor was just a quiet as ever. Most of the rambunctious neighbors and their mates were out to class. Only the Arachne at the end of the hall would be in at this hour, more than likely webbing up a freshman that had wandered too close to her door and tripped on of the sensitive webbings that alerted her of intruders.
Finding his door once again, Logan breathed deeply and sighed, trying to prepare himself for whatever Morgana had in store for him upon coming home. He rummaged for the keys to his apartment, but paused a moment by a sound coming from the other side of the door. Either he was going crazy or he was hearing the faint tune of one of his records playing. It was dull, but it was also as though "Money" by Pink Floyd was playing from inside the apartment.
Turning the keys and stepping inside, a warm, lovely odor reached his nose. He inhaled, taking in what smelled like fresh cooked food and blinked a few times in disbelief. Maybe she actually got into some of the food, he thought to himself. So much for being asleep.
Shutting the door behind him now and kicking off his shoes, he was overtaken by the smell of cooking and the sound of "Money" playing loud, but not annoyingly so. Thankfully the thicker walls of the building cushioned the noise going out, as and luckily all the noise of his neighbors more depraved behaviors. Stepping past the small doorway wall and into the main area of the apartment, Logan first saw a decent spread at the kitchen table. A small mound of sandwiches sat in the center, along with a covered pot of slow steaming soup, and some crackers even next to it. A small bowl of salad along with a fresh pitcher of what looked like lemonade completed a table set for two..
Oh god. Logan's mind reeled back as he realized that the table indeed had to placemats and dishes, at across from each other on the small round table. This was a set up, and Logan knew he was trapped. The aroma of the food was incredible, and already he was feeling his lunch-deprived stomach growl in anticipation.
From around the corner of the hallway, Morgana came walking and it stopped Logan's heart in his chest. She had been in his room, clearly, wearing his favorite winter sweatshirt and a pair of his old sweatpants. The sweater hugged at her chest, even with the bagginess of the sweater, her chest still made itself known with the sheer size of her breasts. It hung lower on her, her left shoulder threatening to pop out of the collar opening like a boyfriend sweater that his sorority classmates would wear to class. The sweatpants were about to give him a heart attack as they hugged her hips far too well.
Once again it was her smile that really took his attention. The moment he came into view of her rounding the corner, she smiled that same genuine, happy smile and even her tail wagged a little behind her.
"Logan, welcome home!" She was fiddling with her hair, now in a ponytail high behind her and two locks of hair falling from her temple to frame her face.
"Um...yeah hi. What's...all this?" He gestured over to the table, and the assortment of food that adorned it.
"Oh yeah! Hang on a sec…." She turned to his record player, gently lifting the needle off the record and turning it off. Turning back to him, she walked over towards the table. "Well I knew you'd be home soon so as a way of saying thank you...I wanted to make you something good for lunch!" She beamed as she looked over her hard work, walking to one of the two chairs of the table. She pulled the chair out and looked at him expectantly.
"...You made me lunch?" Logan asked. It was surreal, and he wasn't exactly sure what to make of this, being wholly unprepared to walk back into an apartment with a girl dressed in his clothes making him meals.
"Yeah...I just thought you'd be hungry...and I wanted to do something for you since you've been so nice…" That hit Logan like a freight train. She looks at being feared, doing almost anything he could to keep his distance from her, and she thinks that's being nice?
Well, he thought, don't look a git horse and whatever they say…
"Well...thank you. Yeah, I gotta admit, it all smells great. Sure yeah, let's eat."
She smiled back, eagerly taking the lid off the soup and waiting for him to join the table, the warm lovely aroma of tomato soup hitting him. He sat down as she grabbed a ladle from the kitchen and portioned out some soup for both of them into some smaller bowls while he grabbed a few small sandwiches. They were grilled cheese, each with either ham or large pepperoni slices in them.
"This uh...looks like it took you awhile. Did you manage to get some sleep too?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said, "I was fine. I just...got bored lying around, I didn't want to have you come home and me be asleep. Plus I'll be more awake after I eat." She had portioned out the soup, pouring them each some lemonade and settling down at last, grabbing a few sandwiches and then tearing into her salad. He took a bite of his grilled cheese and marveled at how good it was. Buttery but still crunchy on the outside, even he couldn't make grilled cheese this well. He grabbed his spoon and dipped it into the soup, giving it a few blows before taking a small taste. The soup was just as good, creamy and with small chunks of tomato still in it that washed the sandwich down well. He couldn't help but give a small hum of satisfaction at the taste of it all. Morgana took notice, her long elf-like ears perking up and her eyes finding his.
"You like it?" she asked inquisitively.
"Yeah!" he eagerly replied. "I haven't had grilled cheese like this since I was a kid." Her smile was as radiant as the sun, and he could see the pride flowing off her in waves at his appreciation of her cooking.
"I'm glad...really glad…" She continued to spoon herself some soup and then taking a sip of her lemonade, and Logan could easily see the blush engulfing her entire face. For someone as intimidating as she had been at the beginning, it was sort of off putting to see her blushing like a little kid and acting more like a schoolgirl than a monster of her caliber. He got through a few more sandwiches, his salad and another bowl of soup before he felt himself sufficiently full while they ate in silence. He signed heavily in bliss at the meal he had devoured. Morgana too ran through her own share of sandwiches, going heavier on the soup and now sipping a glass of lemonade and looking at him dreamily.
"I thought you'd like something like this...I remember you always liked this meal when your mom made it." she spoke, breaking the silence.
He jerked a moment, trying to remind himself as to why she would know what his mother used to make for him, before she continued.
"Please don't let that upset you...I just remember you liking this the most, and I figured, with school and all, you might be missing home."
Okay that is nice. He could not help but feel a little special at that, a monster...a girl thinking of him that much…
"That's awfully nice of you. I haven't really thought of it much, but yeah, this was just like home. Thank you."
She blushed again, her tail slapping the sides of her chair as she was clearly pleased by his praise. "By the way...where did you find those clothes?"
Her tail stopped, and she sat wide eyed to him for a moment before returning to a calm demeanor. "Well it was a little chilly in here, and I didn't want to freak you out with my normal outfit, so I borrowed some of yours-"
"That's fine.", he interrupted, perfectly fine to not imagine the first time he saw her and the lack of clothing involved, "I'd rather you be comfortable. Besides, it looks good on you." Something that sounded like a stifled moan came from Morgana's throat that was trapped behind her mouth as she smiled back at him. For a moment he felt more like a piece of meat in her eyes than anything else, but once again she left that look go, a clear look of pleasure on her face.
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it. Now, since I made you that lovely meal, would you consider indulging me in something?"
Once again Logan felt the desire to run at these words. Hoping against hope she just wanted him to do the dishes with his clothes still on so she could relax, he remembered earlier this morning and the not so subtle suggestion of her body to him. He nodded, all the while counting the number of steps needed to reach the door and make his escape.
She smiled, standing suddenly and going to the record player. She knelt down beside it, rummaging through the collection of various artists until she found one she was looking for. Popping the old record out of the player and into its sleeve, she replaced it with a new record, turning it on and setting the needle carefully. It searched for a moment on the track before finding the groove, and then surprised to hear "Beneath Your Beautiful" come through the speakers. He couldn't remember the last time he heard that song, since he so often put on classic or alternative rock to listen to.
He felt the remnants of his brain sink into his feet once she stood back up, sauntered over to him and extend a hand out, tilting her head a little and asking, "Would you dance with me, Logan?"
To Be Continued
Guys this chapter was not easy. I struggled with how to get from point A to B, and while I knew how I wanted this story to go and where to go, I couldn't get the images out of my head and onto paper. So the writers block hit me hard this chapter but here it is, my longest chapter yet and I must say I'm happy I worked through the struggle.
If anyone would like to be a beta reader for these or other works please message me. I went through and looked at things but I am only human, and I'm sure someone will mention I missed something.
Thanks again for all the support, and like I've said, I'll keep writing so long as you guys like what I put out. Thanks again and as always, a review will only help me to keep going!
-Banis
