MARIE: [He always makes me forget myself. The way he is with me, it transports me to some other place. His mind, maybe. I feel like I'm in his head and he's in mine in an entirely different way. I've completely forgotten about the others. All but Hank. I respect and admire him. I think, in my heart-of-hearts, the fear of being discovered by him has never truly left me. He's a good friend and I don't want to hurt or embarrass him. It's not that I feel guilty, exactly. I just don't want to flaunt this in his face. What I share with Logan is for him and him alone. We should have the chance to figure out exactly what it is before we're forced to explain it to someone else. God. A lot of someone elses.]
LOGAN: [I decide that there's one thing she won't be expectin' from me tonight. I've let us go real slow on purpose because I wanna shock her some. See if I can make her talk even though she knows she can't. It ain't that I want her to fail. I never want that. I wanna walk her right up to where she's challenged the most and then let her see she's got more in her than she realizes.]
MARIE: [It's hard not to say anything once I remember anyone might catch us together in here. He has deliberately set me on edge again and yet, somehow, I still feel safe. It's like he holds my hand while taking me right up to the edge of where I think I can go and then he lets go so I can go on farther. Alone... but still safe. Always safe with him. I twine my fingers with his and squeeze his hand, willing him to understand that I have given myself completely into his care.]
LOGAN: [I smile at the touch of her tiny hand. She feels safe with me. I do with her, too. It almost makes what I'm about to do seem brutal, but I do it anyway. I can feel the animal risin' real strong now. She can read somethin' in me and I see her shiver in anticipation as I reach out for her, gettin' the bra with one swipe and then my fingers hook on the panties and down they go. She's naked before me except for the bra that's open at the front and hangin' loose but still caught around her shoulders. That one lingerin' scrap of wispy fabric makes her seem vulnerable. I feel the wildness inside me flare brighter in response.]
MARIE: [The feeling between us now, it's like that moment before dry tinder flashes into flame. I bite my lip; afraid the words might slip out, aching for him to make his final demand of me. Logan, please...]
LOGAN: [She tries to catch my eyes but I'm already whippin' her around. Forcin' her to her knees. Comin' in behind her. Almost roughly shovin' her onto her hands. I can't help the way this makes me feel. A combination of takin' advantage and lettin' her see what I want. Nothin' held back. I know it's almost not right. I know she'll feel she has to rise to my challenge. Maybe she don't wanna do this... but I know she will. For me. And for herself.]
MARIE: [I gasp at his rough treatment and feel my body become even more loose and wet. It's nearly impossible keep the words in. I almost wish for the gag. He makes me feel like a wild thing. I like it. And I like feeling him on the edge. I want to give him what he wants but I also want to challenge him, to be someone who makes him challenge himself. And how strange in this moment of sheer masculine domination, that he also shows me his most vulnerable face. He has shown me exactly what he wants, without any hesitation or reservation of any kind. His fantasy uncensored, as it is in his own mind. A naked look at the animal's raw need. I feel as if I am there with him. It is an intensely intimate act to share your erotic dreamscape with someone and it's a bigger thrill for me than any sexual act between us could ever be.]
LOGAN: [My thigh roughly separates her legs, makin' her knees widen their stance. Her elbows are locked. Her arms are shakin'. She wants it. Bad. The carpet is rough under us. I grab her hips and pull her back toward me. Wanna shove in fast. I don't hafta feel her... I can smell her... I saw her damp panties... saw that wet shine as I shoved her legs open. I know she's ready for me.]
MARIE: [I flip my hair with a toss of my head, hoping to see him over my shoulder. His face is hard and set, jaw clenched and eyes dark and feral. I suddenly realize that aside from our two kisses, he hasn't really touched me. He wanted only the touch of my mouth on his cock and to bury himself between my legs. Mouth and pussy. It sounds crude and yet somehow it's not. He's the dominant partner here and yet oddly, also the most vulnerable. He risks so much to give me such a revealing look into his head.]
LOGAN: [Hot. Wet. Tight. That little arch she does to welcome me in. Jesus. Pushin' herself back at me even though I know she's still adjustin' before I've really opened her up. I don't really care. A few more thrusts and it won't matter. She can't even catch her breath all of a sudden. She has to be wonderin' if I might go too far. I wanna... but we both know she won't want any marks on her. Not this trip. Not even under her clothes, even if all I can think about right now is puttin' my teeth on her neck to secure her to me while we finish this.]
MARIE: [Blunt pressure gives way to such a sweet stretch. I can take him this way. I'm ready. Tasting him has made me soft and wet. I'm a little worried by the more violent nature of our coupling, but with that rising wildness is also trust. It's always like that with him. Wonder and trust. Sometimes one outweighs the other, but I know he'd never hurt me. I wouldn't be here on my knees with him if I didn't know that. He's rutting harder now, shunting me across the small patch of carpet until my hands are braced on the wall, giving him the resistance I know he needs to thrust against. Oh, God. God...]
LOGAN: [We're both dyin'. We needta come. Her body's shakin' but we're tryin' to hold on.]
MARIE: [I need to feel him. Inside. Deeper. I tell him the only way I can.]
LOGAN: [She arches her back and sinks down lower on her elbows, offerin' herself. Showin' me... she'll let me go deeper. Showin' me she needs it. Wants it. Before I know it, we're both pantin'. But we're so involved in this, so far into each other's heads, that we just don't need words... we don't want to ruin it. I can't say what I want. I want to tell her to come for me. I want to order her to do it because I can't hold on much longer.]
MARIE: [So close. I squeeze around him hard, urging him on. I feel how close we are. Hear it in the cadence of our breathing. Feel it in the wild movements of our bodies. In the way his hands grip me. In the way his skin slaps against mine. I feel our need. Yes... more... harder...]
LOGAN: [We feel it but I can't say it... so I touch her. I'm rude. Almost rough in how I'm pawin' over her sweet spot, tryin' to show her my desperation. Come for me! Come on! She shakes and stiffens under my fingers and I feel her contract tight around me with a gasp. I make this whimper and know she hears me. God, how her comin' makes me feel.]
MARIE: [I hear the words as if he's spoken them directly into my head. Come for me. I start to come, fluttering rhythmically around the thick cock buried so deep inside me. So deep. So good. God!]
LOGAN: [Just as she begins to come, just as I feel her losin' it... I pinch her so hard on the ass and she squeals out my name.]
MARIE: Logan!
LOGAN: [Satisfaction burns through me and I'm laughin' as I start to come... Only now, I'm intent on me, on gettin' what I need... big hand on the small of her back holdin' her in just the right position to make it so good for me. She's still comin' and I know she's so goddamned pissed at me, but it makes her come harder... increasin' her pleasure. And mine. And when I'm finished pumpin' into her, finished fillin' her, I don't show her much in the way of mercy. I grab her around the waist and drag her over onto the ground with me. She's smackin' out at me, not at all pleased... but then I've got her layin' on top of me and as she takes one good look at the smile on my face, she sees the humor in this and now we're both tryin' hard not to laugh out loud.]
MARIE: [That pinch! Dirty pool! He is such a rotten sneaky bastard! Of course, seeing that rare, true smile on his face, seeing the way it's warmed his eyes so much... God, I'd never deny him that. He smirks from time to time, but a real smile? Because he's happy? A smile for himself? To be even the smallest part of something that could put such a look on his face? That just makes me feel so damned good. And you know something else? I'll bite my tongue in two before I say another stinking word to him this entire dadgum flight.]
LOGAN: [That little sparkle in her eye... oh, man. She doesn't even need to talk. I know exactly what that look means. One order of silent treatment, comin' up. And you know what? I kinda figured she'd do that... but it was so worth it. She should have seen her face. But it was nothin' compared to the final part. I make us both get up and get dressed. We clean up best we can, but I've got the advantage on her. No underwear, see? So I'm rushin' to get dressed before her and then I'm out the door.]
MARIE: [God, he's worse than a kid, racing me to get dressed... tossing my shirt back into the far corner so I have to go scrambling after it while he gives himself one last once-over in the mirror and takes off with a sly smirk. Heh. He's got such an adorably twisted sense of humor. I'm also aware he's trying to protect me. I know this will look better if we don't both come out of the bathroom at once, flushed and sweaty and boneless.]
MARIE: [As I finish up the last of my buttons and smooth down my skirt, I look into the mirror and can't help but smile at what I see staring back at me. A well loved woman in every sense of the word. I don't wipe away the come between my legs. I pull on my panties instead, wanting to feel what we've just done when I'm back in my seat like a good girl. I also know what it'll do to him to smell that scent on me. He's gonna pay for that pinch. Mess with the bull, you get the horns, sugar.]
LOGAN: [I was out the door first... which means I'm sittin' in my seat, mindin' my own business, knockin' against the popsicle's chair... tellin' him to fuck off when he bitches about me wakin' him up. He says something nasty. The firecracker's spoutin' off now. And out comes Marie. Heh. It don't happen real often outside a good fight, but sometimes bein' me is so fuckin' much fun.]
MARIE: [He's shameless! I try to retain some semblance of composure but inside I am screaming with laughter. He is such a pain in the ass... but oh, how I love it. Of course, I can't let that go unchallenged, even if I am a bit worried someone might guess what just happened. I wonder if he can see my hand as I walk to my seat. It's in the folds of my skirt but I give him a subtle one finger salute under the guise of rubbing my leg.]
LOGAN: [Damn, but this is fun. Now, nobody actually saw us both in there, but they gotta figure somethin' might have happened if we were both awake, despite my little show here in the chair after; harassin' the popsicle and establishin' an alibi. They don't really know for sure and nobody's actually stupid enough to ask. Except the swamp rat catches her little one finger salute. Heh. Her eyes widen at the look he throws her. Hey, don't blame me, darlin'. That's on you. I was tryin' to protect your honor. Heh.]
MARIE: [Oh God! Please don't let Remy have seen that. Please! Of course, of all the men on this flight, I know Logan'd like him to catch it the most. Remy gives me this look and I'm sure he knows... God, he can probably feel it, bein' an empath, and all. He looks like he's swallowed a bug. I smother an absurd giggle of giddy laughter.]
LOGAN: [Oh boy. She's sure sweatin' it. Love watchin' that color creep up her neck. I dunno if Gumbo knows for sure, but he annoys the shit outta me and I tend to enjoy anythin' that gets under his skin. Especially if I just got some and he didn't. Heh.]
MARIE: [For all my anxiety, I feel boneless and happy. It's hell trying to keep the smile off my face when I look at Logan, even if I want to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the crap out of him. I stifle a giggle. Really, though, all I want to do is curl up in his lap and sleep with his arms around me. Funny how this time when there's literally no place to go, I don't want to run. I wonder what that means?]
LOGAN: [I'm such a man... She's still tryin' like hell to regain her composure and all I want to do is put down a stiff belt or two, stretch out and sleep. Good thing the cabin's dark. She's got a blush on her that just won't quit. And I imagine it don't help much when Hank comes strollin' out of the cockpit aimin' for the galley. There's no foolin' him. He's got senses like mine. His eyes jump from her to me. What I see burnin' there tells me we're gonna have words later and I find I'm surprisingly okay with that.]
LOGAN: [I watch Marie pretend to be sleepin'. I can smell me all over her though, and that's well… that just feels right in a way that shakes me down to my bones. We didn't even need booze this time. Christ, that's somethin'. Maybe we're beginnin' to get the hang of this shit.]
~ooOoo~
So, here we are. All of us behaving as well as this ragtag bunch ever does. At least for now. It's been a couple of hours since Logan and I have been back in our seats. I think maybe, against all odds, we actually got away with it. Or maybe we're just deluding ourselves. I wonder how he feels about that? We're about thirty minutes from landing. The cabin lights are back on and the cockpit door is open. Every now and then I can hear the chatter of the radio as 'Ro and Hank talk to the tower, getting ready for their final approach.
Although I usually have my nose pressed to the window, this time I can't really take my eyes off Logan. He's in the seat across the aisle, resting quietly with an unreadable expression on his face. It looks like part satiation and part something else that I don't really understand. Not yet. Every now and then he looks over at me and our eyes meet. He doesn't say anything but the warmth in his eyes makes me smile inwardly.
There is more than just friendly amusement in his gaze, though. There's something else there when he looks at me now. I wonder for the hundredth time since he started us down this road of sharing fantasies, how it's possible for two people to so fully share something like that, to be so far into each other's heads. So in tune. That he would share it with me, now, like this... it just makes what I feel for him so much stronger.
This time when our eyes meet, I see real happiness there. No guardedness. No fear. No shadows. He doesn't reach out and touch me. He doesn't even shift in the chair, but it rocks us both. We've shared some pretty intense, intimate experiences together but hands down, my favorite of them all was hearing him laugh. Really laugh. That's— that's new.
He never does that. Sometimes he grunts a little in amusement or a lets out a brief chuckle if something strikes him just right, but he doesn't laugh. Or at least he didn't before. Now he does. With me. Underneath all the games we play, there's a growing closeness; a deepening intimacy that's not about what we do with our bodies and that's what scares us both. We're not just playing kinky games to have mind-blowing sex. Logan's had a lot of hot dirty sex, but I get the sense that the playfulness is new.
It's unfamiliar, but he likes it and so do I.
Until now, what he's been — everything he's been — has been about survival. Endurance. With me, he has room to play, and that's a way bigger deal than simply getting sweaty with someone. That's the real prize. The thing that makes these games of ours worth playing.
Last time he took my sight. This time he took my voice. I can only wonder where we'll go from here.
Feedback is love.
Author's note: Three senses left. Any guesses/suggestions how that might go? (I make no promises and a certain growly someone has some damn specific ideas, but ya never know what might spark a bunny...)
Confession - my WolverineMuse can't seem to leave this universe alone. Instead of finishing Shine, I just finished ANOTHER story in this arc because I am clearly crazypants. (And because my WolverineMuse is a bully and a perve. heh) Also, I need sleep. And maybe some tea.
Next up:
Comfort
Sometimes, even the strongest hearts need to be carried. The Wolverine needs. The Rogue gives. W/R
Onward!