FIC: An AU!Fic (NC-17)[L/R] Part 9/11
- XXX Mansion 9/11
See part 0 for disclaimers, etc
Seven Weeks Later
Marie and Jean were sitting on the bed in Marie and Logan's newly
redecorated suite, Adam between them, playing adorably with his own
feet. They were looking at color scheme books, trying to pick out bed
linens while stopping to watch as Adam gurgled and cooed happily.
"No Laura Ashley, Jean. Seriously."
The red head grimaced. "Yes, I can see where you'd want to avoid
that. Well, this set looks good, and would be a good match for the walls,"
she said, waving her hand around the room, decorated in shades of deep
amber and celadon.
Marie nodded, the colors would certainly match. She gazed around the room,
a blend of both of Logan and herself, their books and personal items in the
bookcases and on the tables, clothes hanging side by side in the
closets. Logan's big TV sat across from the bed, Marie's DVDs in the case
beneath. The fireplace hadn't been touched in the remodeling, but now
interesting little curios adorned it, unlike its days of stark bareness
when Logan had lived here alone.
"I never thought they'd be done so quickly," Marie confided.
Jean chuckled, putting the book aside to tickle the sole of her son's
foot. "Never underestimate the impact of the words, 'If you think you
can't do it yourself, we can always hire someone to do it all', on the male
psyche. Not to mention the words 'if we only had a hot tub' uttered after
sex," Jean stated cheerfully as Marie blushed.
"All right, all right, you were absolutely correct on that one," Marie
Looking down at her son, Jean's smile grew wider. " I know."
Marie relaxed against the headboard of the king-sized bed, watching Jean
and Adam. So many things had changed since their rescue and return to the
mansion. She hadn't quite known what to expect from Logan, but he had
simply carried her from the landing pad to his room and put her to bed,
crawling in behind her after pulling a sheet between them. He had
whispered a promise to take care of her, smiling when she gave him the same
promise. The next day they had started to move her things into his room
until Ororo suggested they might want to redecorate. Instead, they moved
Logan's things into her room while Logan and the guys smashed down walls to
enlarge the suite. Rocco, a mutant plumber from Salem Center had been
hired to redo the master bath. It had only taken four weeks for the
construction to be finished and another two for them to have the major
Marie sighed softly as she thought about Logan. He had accepted her
inability to regain her control swiftly with his usual practicality. After
her agonized confession of the problem he had simply shrugged it off, slit
a hole in a sheet, rolled on a condom, and proceeded to make love to her
all night. That was the first full night they had been back, and he seemed
perfectly willing to do it that way until they didn't have to. As long as
she slept in his arms, a sheet between them didn't seem to matter to him.
Marie blushed again as she emerged from her reverie to see Jean looking at
her with a smile. "Sorry, I was just thinking "
"About Logan." Jean finished for her.
That was another thing that had changed. Everyone knew their real names
now, a gift offered freely to people who cared enough to fight for them.
Marie and Jean looked up as Logan stomped into the room. Seeing Jean, he
growled low in his throat. Adam, who apparently shared his mother's
opinion of Logan, giggled. Jean just looked amused, but knowing retreat
was in order, started to gather up her son's paraphernalia from the bed,
putting it into the diaper bag.
"What?" Jean asked, grinning at Logan who started to unbutton his shirt,
which was covered in motor oil.
"Go talk to Scott," he bit out.
"Come on, give me a hint," Jean entreated as she gathered up Adam's
blankie, putting it in the diaper bag.
"He wants to dress up in leather and go play super hero!" Logan roared in
horror. He glared at them apparently offended they didn't share his sense
of outrage at the idea.
"Well, sugar, you do have to admit, they did save us " Marie said, ducking
her head to hide her smile as he stared her.
"We make adult porn movies for god's sake! Next you'll want to turn this
place into an orphanage or a school for mutant foundlings," he growled
Jean snickered, and picking her son up, headed toward the door. "You didn't
lock Scott in the trunk of the Ferrari again, did you, Logan?"
"Okay." Reassured, mother and son left the room.
" not that I didn't think about it." Logan said to the closed door.
Marie watched as he stripped, tossing his clothes into the hamper
specifically designated for 'Logan's Automotive Repair Clothes'. She
frowned as the blue shirt she had bought him last week was tossed in the
hamper, covered in dark black oil stains. Mentally she shrugged, writing
"How does the truck look?" She asked, referring to the used truck and
camper, bought a month ago and now installed in the garage next to her
'new' five year old Volvo. It would never be Sven, but Olga seemed to be a
good car. She had worried that their cars would be hard to replace, but
the insurance adjuster, after meeting Logan's sense of urgency and
fairness, had capitulated nicely, giving them fair value on their vehicles.
"Looks good, got the camper on, got the brakes and the radiator taken care
"Didn't the dealership take care of that before we bought it?"
"Can't trust those guys, Marie." Logan finished stripping and headed to the
shower, not seeing her roll her eyes at him.
Keeping an eye on his muscled buttocks as they disappeared into the
bathroom, Marie sighed. Taking off the thin leather gloves she had been
wearing, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She could feel it, the
control. Her mind was attuned, the psions controlled. 'Ro had touched
her after her session with Charlie, when they were down in the
gardens. Nothing had happened, aside from the happy sniffling as 'Ro,
Marie, and then Jean, had realized she had that precious control back. She
smiled, thinking of Jean's raised eyebrow when she had slipped on a pair of
gloves upon returning to her room, Jean and Adam in tow. Jean's blush had
almost matched her skin to the auburn of her hair and Marie knew she must
have been broadcasting her intentions full blast. She apologized, but Jean
just grinned, thanking her for the ideas.
Throwing the gloves on the writing desk next to her computer, Marie removed
the rest of her clothes, tossing them in the 'Non Logan's Automotive Repair
Clothes' hamper. Hearing the water in the shower running, she headed
toward the bathroom.
Logan had just lathered his hair up and was about to duck under the water
to rinse when he heard the shower door opening. Knowing it had to be
Marie, he didn't panic, but turned, eyes closed, into the spray to rinse
the soap off. The feel of her bare hands on his back caused him to turn
around, the shampoo suds running down his face as his eyes bulged open. He
shut them immediately and started cursing, the soapy water continuing the
insult by flowing into his open mouth, turning his curses into undignified
"What the fugglled "
Marie reached around him and took the second handset, moving to stand in
front of him. Taking his flailing hands, she gently ran the warm water
over his face, first over his tightly closed eyes, then over his mouth, the
lips pursed closed to avoid any more soap. Turning him slightly, she left
his back to the showerhead and told him to lean his head back. When his
hair was clean, she held the handset up and told him to open his eyes. As
the water ran down his back, she ran the water gently over his forehead,
letting it rinse his eyes.
Logan shook his head and looked down at Marie, smiling at her small hand
holding his larger ones. Leaning down, his lips sought hers, and for the
first time in over a month they kissed with nothing in between. Her lips
demanded entrance as she dropped the handset to wrap her arms around his
neck. He pulled her closer, his hands cupping under her soft bottom to
pull her up, her legs going around his waist on instinct. The water made
their skin slick, and her hands floated over his skin as she stroked his
shoulders and down his back. When he broke the blissful contact with her
lips, Logan was breathing heavily. Returning to her warm, wet flesh, he
kissed down her neck while she continued to touch him, her fingers moving
to play in his hair.
Her hands moved down his arms, skidding into the motor oil
residue. Pulling away, she unclasped her legs and wiggled a bit to let him
know she wanted him to put her down. He did, groaning as her bottom slid
over his erection, going rigid as she regained her feet and his turgid
manhood slid over the warm cleft between her thighs, the curly hairs
brushing against his sensitive flesh.
They were in ecstasy, finally being able to touch skin to skin again
exciting them beyond all reason. Reaching around him, making sure to rub
her breasts against his chest, Marie pulled the shower mesh sponge off its
plastic hook. Squirting a dollop of the manly liquid soap she bought for
him, she kneaded the sponge until a thick lather was dripping from her
hands. Taking one arm, she massaged the soap over him, sliding over his
chest and down his other arm. Scrubbing gently, she moved to the flat
washboard of his stomach, using circular motions to sensitize the skin as
she washed him. She worked his nipples, cleaning them until his hips
thrust forward, his engorged manhood pressing against her.
With a muttered oath he took the sponge from her and turned her around,
pulling her into his arms. Holding her, his penis pressing firmly against
her back, his smile was feral. One large hand used the sponge to caress
her breasts while the other hand stole down her body and delved into her
moist heat, strong fingers running up and down the inner lips as Marie
moaned his name.
"More, Logan, more "
Twisting around in his arms, Marie pulled his head down to her again, the
kiss desperate and needy. Taking her with him, not letting her lips escape
his, Logan leaned against the shower wall. He knew if he took her now it
would be rough, and that's not what he wanted her to remember this first
time for. Pulling his head away from hers, Logan sighed, then picked her
up, and turning the water off, left the shower stall. Setting her on the
counter in between the double sinks, Logan grinned at her. She was his wet
kitten; a plait of white and brown hair falling over her eyes, soap suds
still clinging to her silky skin. Moving over to the side of the double
Jacuzzi tub, he started the water, turning back to her just in time to see
an expectant smile steal over her face.
Returning to stand before her, he separated her thighs and moved between
them, feeling the shiver of desire rush through her. Keeping half an eye
on the filling tub, Logan returned to her lips, then kissed down her throat
to her breasts, heaving with the exertion of taking a breath. The taste
of soap wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't enough to make him stop trying to
excite her. He rolled his neck when her fingers threaded into his hair,
pressing him closer, causing him to thrust against her.
Breathing heavily, he rested his head on her shoulder, then, seeing the tub
was full enough, picked her up and carried over, placing her in the warm
water. Turning on the jets, he smirked as she trembled, getting a blast in
an already excited area. Sliding down the other side of the tub, Logan let
his head fall back. He heard soft splashing sounds as Marie slid over, her
knees going on either side of his hips. He sat up and she put her arms
around him. Kissing him passionately, she pressed herself down upon his
aching manhood. Bearing down, she didn't stop until he was totally
sheathed deep inside her, until they both relaxed, the closeness they'd
needed finally achieved.
The feeling of Logan, inside her without a barrier for the first time, the
sensation of warm skin and the friction of muscles straining made them
tremble. Thanking whatever gods there were for the invention of birth
control pills and mutation control, Logan shuddered as she moved up then
down, her warm channel clenching as she rode him. The jetting water
pummeled them, but they were oblivious, the feeling of his body in hers the
only thing that mattered.
Marie was in her own world as she felt him deep inside, his jerking
movements massaging her, exciting her, fulfilling her. She wanted to pull
him completely inside her, and he seemed perfectly happy with the idea as
he tried to thrust upward again. A whimper that could have been his name
falling from her lips as he moved.
It was in a haze of words and touches that they found their rhythm,
accompanied by the never-ending pounding of the water. Logan moved as much
as he could, the overwhelming feeling of Marie inside and out as she moved
atop him so good, so right. He watched her closely as she came, her muscles
going rigid, except for the ones deep inside that pulled him behind her
into euphoria. Surrendering himself deep inside her, Logan shouted her
name, letting it echo around the room as he fell back, water splashing
Logan wrapped his arms around Marie as she melted bonelessly against him,
the aftershocks of completion still shooting through them. Still inside
her he held her tightly, her head snuggling against his chest as he
continued to stroke her back and bottom.
They stayed like that for awhile, until Marie stirred and
stretched. Moving carefully to avoid stepping on anything important, Marie
got out of the tub. Logan reached over and turned off the jets, and
followed her, accepting his thick terry cloth robe from her as she returned
to his side, already wrapped in her own robe. He was tying the belt into a
loose knot when she giggled, and he raised an inquiring eyebrow at her.
Marie grabbed a large hand, the fingers wrinkled from the extended stay in
the water. "Guess that healing factor doesn't extend to pruning," she said.
"Guess not," he said, looking down at her. Swinging her into his arms he
gave her a lustfully leering smirk. "Takes care of other things, though,"
he murmured in between kisses as he carried toward their bed, her laughter
stopping as he placed her gently on the bed and opened her robe.
"Fair enough," she murmured as his lips descended to hers.
Charlie looked up from the book he was reading when Logan stalked into his
study, closing the door firmly behind him. Looking up at the other man
Charlie raised an eyebrow in a silent question. Logan didn't wait for the
pleasantries, just sat down on the leather sofa across from him.
"Why did Hank get all quiet when Marie and I came down to breakfast this
morning? He wouldn't tell me. Said I should talk to you."
Charlie gave him that unsettlingly sage look, but didn't
hesitate. "Ironhard should have gone out of business months ago. They
were on the edge of bankruptcy, you know." Logan nodded; the rumors of
Ironhard's financial troubles hadn't been a secret. "They received a cash
infusion of five million dollars two weeks before you and Marie were
kidnapped," Charlie continued. "Hank and I wondered about the coincidence,
so we traced the money."
Logan stood up quickly, the angry look in his eyes making them dark
brown. "Who?" he demanded icily.
Charlie sighed. "Logan, you don't want to know. We both know if I tell
you, you might go and do something rash." He held his hand up to forestall
Logan's protests. "You have to make the decision, Logan. Revenge or Marie."
Logan fell back onto the sofa, glaring at Charlie. "I want both."
Charlie gave him a determined look. "You can't have both. And you know
it. Anti-mutant sentiments are growing stronger, Logan. If you are seen to
do something precipitate, you will not get a fair hearing. And it will be
used to condemn us all." He gave Logan a determined look. "It will be
handled. I will see to it myself, I assure you."
Logan didn't respond. He knew Charlie was right, but not being able to
slice the life out of the people responsible still smarted. He reminded
himself of his promise to take care of Marie, and she was the most
important thing to him. Rubbing a hand over his pounding temples, he was
relieved as the pain started to fade quickly. "All right."
Charlie breathed a sigh of relief. "Good." He wheeled over to his desk,
putting the book down and picking up a script. "I was wondering if you and
Marie might be interested in this." He wheeled back over to Logan and
handed him the treatment. "It's a pretty standard couple movie, for all
Logan looked at the title and smirked. "'Gladiator: The Golden Cage'," he
read aloud. An amused expression on his face, he glanced up at
Charlie. "I'll ask her what she thinks, her first starring role." He
grinned. "I guess it'll be a good distraction. While you do what you are
going to do," Logan said pointedly.
"Of course. We should be ready to film in two or three weeks. The rest of
the cast and crew should be back from Mexico by Friday, it sounds as if the
filming of 'Fire and Ice: Desert Ice' went well. Bobby said Jubilee did
wonderfully for her first directing job. And I foresee the other problem
handled by then."
Logan got up, taking the script with him. "I hope so. I'll show this to
Marie, see if she wants to practice her lines." Charlie gave Logan a
knowing grin before picking up his cup of tea.
Logan turned in the doorway, remembering another question. "So, where are
you on this idea of Scott's? Ready to play superhero?" Logan
scoffed. "Maybe we should open the place up to mutant runaways too."
"It might not be such a bad idea, Logan." Charlie responded, ignoring
Logan's snickering laughter.
Taken aback by Charlie's statement, Logan paused halfway through the door.
"This is this the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Logan groused as he
closed the door, heading out to the gardens to find Marie.
The inner sanctum of Senator Robert Jefferson Kelly's Washington DC office
was a leather and dark wood appointed den, reeking of money and power. It
was three o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, and Kelly was packing his
briefcase, ready to make the trip back to his home in Kansas when Charles
and Ororo Xavier entered his office, unannounced.
"Xavier, I'm afraid if you don't have an appointment, I can't see you " the
"This will only take a few minutes, Senator. I'm sure your staff can
handle itself while we chat." Xavier said, parking his wheelchair in
between the two overstuffed leather visitor's chairs. Ororo watched out
the door for a minute then closed it firmly, coming to sit on Charlie's
left, raising an eyebrow at Kelly who shrugged and sat down in his own chair.
"To what do I owe the," he paused, his mouth twisting sardonically,
"pleasure of this visit, Xavier?"
Charlie smiled thinly, quite willing to cut to the chase. "I think we both
know, Senator. I've had someone digging into the offshore financial
situations of a former competitor of mine, Ironhard Brothers Studios. You
might have heard of them, and their recent troubles."
"Yes, just another disgusting example of your kind of business, I believe."
"Quite, quite. The interesting thing was, Ironhard was paid to make a
movie recently. A double snuff film," Xavier said, his smooth head
wrinkling in consternation.
"Disgraceful," Kelly sneered.
"But what was interesting is when we traced the financial records for that
film, we found the money came from a company owned by a shell corporation
which is owned by your personal re-election committee: 'The Human Right
"Really. I had no idea."
"I'm sure you didn't." Xavier barely managed to contain his sarcasm. " I'm
sure that the film could be used to show not only the evils of the adult
entertainment industry, but also how psychotic and dangerous mutants can be
would have nothing to do with this situation."
"Really, Xavier. You and I both know I would never have anything to do
with paying five million for something like that."
"Of course," Xavier said, and in the silence there was the sound of gloves
being taken off. "By the way, you won't be getting it back," he smiled
mockingly at the senator. "Your five million dollars, that is. A rather
sizable donation was made to 'Next Step'," Xavier named a pro-mutants
rights organization that Kelly had recently denounced from the Senate floor
for 'seditious acts against humanity in the United States'.
Kelly stared at him in outrage.
"You made a mistake, Senator. You chose the wrong mutants to try to
kill. If he finds out, you won't be able to dig a hole deep enough, even
out there in Kansas, to hide from the man you tried to kill," Xavier said
as Kelly seethed. "And the girl " A distinctly malicious gleam shone in
Xavier's blue eyes. " she is the most innocently sweet looking young
lady, Senator. If I was to put a picture of her and a picture of Victor
Creed, perhaps his mug shot for killing those police officers, side by side
and tell people what you tried to have done to her? Even your own
supporters would be willing to lynch you in the capitol rotunda."
Xavier stared at him for a moment, then started to wheel out of the room,
Ororo at his side, her brown eyes sending daggers at the senator.
"You can't come in here and threaten me!" Kelly shouted.
"Oh, but I can, Senator," Xavier said, turning to face the enraged
politician. "You see, I was never here." With that Ororo opened the door
and walked out, Xavier's wheelchair humming as he followed.
"Henry!" Kelly shouted.
Henry Guyrich, his personal aide ran into the room.
"How could you let them in here?"
Guyrich looked at him blankly. "Let who in, Senator?"
Three Weeks Later
In one of their many late night conversations, Marie had told Logan one of
her favorite memories of him so far was that first night, the first
fluff. She had whispered this to him on a dark night in late winter as
they snuggled together under the covers, in of those perfect moments before
sleep settled over them. He had remained awake a long time after that,
just holding her, thinking about what she said.
So he shouldn't have been surprised by the feelings that went through him
at the sight of her waiting for him on the eve of their first shoot
together. She was sitting on the sofa in their suite, looking over the
script; her sable and white streaked hair covered by a tightly curled
jet-black wig. Sylvia must have been up earlier because her face was made
up and he could see the shimmer of body oil on the V of skin exposed by the
loosely tied navy silk robe that she was wearing. The scent of peppermint
oil drifted over to him, setting his blood on a slow boil.
She looked up and smiled at him, putting the script aside and standing
up. He was amused to see the robe was one of his, the hem falling onto her
feet, the cuffs down to her fingertips. She blushed at his stare and
started to roll the cuffs up. "Hey there yourself, sugar. Where have you
been? Hank was looking for you earlier."
Logan crossed over to their bedroom and went in, returning a minute later
to stand next to the chair by the sofa. "Had to run an errand." He
started to undress, throwing his clothes over the chair, shoving his cowboy
Marie sat back down on the sofa, curling her legs under her. She leaned
back, openly appraising his body as he removed each item of clothing. He
was slightly disappointed when she stayed on the sofa instead of coming
over to him. Throwing his jeans over the chair, he walked over and stood
in front of her.
She raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Logan leered down at her, making sure she knew he was looking down the gape
in the robe. "You wouldn't happen to know what a guy has to do to get
fluffed around here, would you?"
Rising to her knees and moving to the edge of the sofa, Marie's hands went
to the belt of her purloined robe. "Well, I think that we have a few
fluffers on salary. Would you like me to get one for you?" she asked,
letting the robe fall open.
The smirk fell from Logan's lips as she revealed more of that glistening
skin, as he remembered the feel of it on and around him. "Might be a good
idea, Marie. I've been told that this is the big climax scene, and that
the stars will have to be up for it."
He felt the muscles clench as her hands slid over his washboard stomach and
abdomen. "Hmmm. It IS the big climax. Maybe we should handle things
ourselves. That way, we can be sure that the job is done right."
"If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well," Logan agreed as her hands
moved lower, petting his burgeoning erection, causing him to thrust forward
into her hands. Her fingers squeezed him tenderly, and he knew that Marie
could feel the blood flowing, engorging the shaft, and filling her hands.
Leaning forward to kiss his stomach, she let his penis fall between her
breasts; balancing herself on her knees, she continued kissing the muscled
wall before her, wrapping her arms around his hips to fondle the muscled
cheeks of his ass. She nibbled at the ridged muscles as he continued to
thrust between her gleaming breasts, in time with the rhythm she set as she
pressed him to her from behind.
"So good, baby, that feels so good " Logan moaned. He struggled to catch
his breath as her teeth gently raked over his sensitive flesh. Peering
up, Marie saw his head thrown back as he gave himself over to her hands,
breasts, and mouth. Releasing his buttocks she inched back slightly,
leaning down to place a kiss on his throbbing flesh. Her tongue darted out
to lick off a droplet from the thick head. Staring up at him she saw his
eyes were wide and a tremor moved through him as she licked her lips.
Spinning around, Logan collapsed on the sofa. Breathing hard for a minute,
he sighed, then pulled her onto his lap. Adjusting herself so she wasn't
pressing on his aching length, she let him pull her to him. The was kiss
only seconds old when his tongue demanded entrance, her hands stroking his
smooth cheeks, tracing the slight lines left by decades of frowns. Words,
murmured and unintelligible, were whispered between them as their bodies
demanded touches and caresses. They both felt the relief of having each
other in their arms, the need to have touch, the blissful satisfaction when
touch was given and received.
Finally breaking for breath, Logan held her to him as he lifted them both
up off the sofa. Moving over to the thankfully clear library table in the
middle of the room, Logan set her down, indicating wordlessly that he
wanted her to let go. The dark blue robe was still hanging off her
shoulders as she did, and he stepped back a pace to stare at her, the spicy
scent of her arousal mixing with the minty scent of the body oil.
"I think you could use a little fluffing yourself, darlin'," Logan
whispered. He moved between her thighs again, spreading them even wider,
pulling her round bottom to the edge of the maple table.
"Fluffing is good, sugar," Marie said, her voice faltering as he bent and
pressed her down, her arms circling his neck automatically. Letting his
cock press against her, he didn't enter her, just applied pressure against
her pubic bone. Logan started to kiss up her neck, ending at her lips,
lingering only for a second.
Sliding his lips back down her silky skin, he lingered on each breast,
making sure the nipples were taut and hard. Resuming his exploration, he
kissed her navel, letting his tongue circle the shallow recess, entering
with a thrusting motion he knew she could never misinterpret. Hearing her
low cry, he moved lower, always licking, tasting, and kissing, the flavors
of mint and Marie combining in delicious ways. With a grace peculiar for
a man with metal fused skeleton, he went to his knees in front of her, his
position between her legs giving him an open view of what he wanted most.
Ever so gently, to avoid leaving a mark on her pale skin, Logan lifted one
leg, licking behind her knee. Marie shuddered as he continued to touch her
with his tongue, moving up her thighs to brush only the lightest of kisses
over her outer lips. Following the same pattern down her other leg, he
licked behind the other knee.
"Logan!" Marie groaned, her hips coming off the table, her leg twisting in
"Easy, darlin', easy. Don't want to bruise that lovely skin now, do we?"
"I don't *care*, Logan," she sobbed passionately.
Kissing the smooth and sensitive skin of her inner thigh, he whispered
soothing words. Licking her skin, he followed a pattern he had only in his
head, the canvas of Marie's skin calling upon the inner artist to make
intricate designs. Stopping to watch her writhe, he gave in, moving to the
molten source of the heady scent that surrounded him. Pulling her legs
to his shoulders, he let them hang lax as strong fingers parted the tender
folds, covered by only a small V of hair. Logan thought about this
morning's orgy of shaving; Marie wrapped around him as she shaved his face
and chest. How trusting her eyes had been as he had taken the razor to the
curly brown hairs between her legs.
Returning to the moment, he blew a breath on her moist folds, feeling her
back go tense, her hips shifting to give him better access. Using the tip
of his tongue he prodded her clitoris, the erect column of nerves straining
toward him, aching for his touch. Logan smiled a self-satisfied smirk as
her legs slammed into his back, using him for leverage as her hips pistoned
off the table. His tongue slid under the hood of her clit and he sucked
gently, moving one finger into her tight, wet, channel. He wasn't
surprised at her scream of pleasure, or the warm Marie-essence that flooded
Feeling her legs relax against his shoulders, he waited, letting her
muscles massage his finger deep within her. The last of the strong
aftershocks over, Logan withdrew mouth and hand, gently removing her legs
from his shoulders and stood up, the pleasure he took in her satisfaction
in every pore of his body. She looked languorous and satiated, a smile
curving her kiss bruised lips.
Marie opened her eyes as he leaned over her, still trying to catch her
breath, still trying to categorize the feelings into easily understood
sensations. When he kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips and
tongue. For a moment she let herself miss that distinctive hair,
remembering the feel of his whiskers on the sensitive skin between her
thighs. She would be glad when he could grow it all back. Her heart in
her eyes, she let him pull her up, and wrapping her arms around him and
holding him tight, felt his erection pressing against her.
"I didn't think fluffers were supposed to make the fluffees come."
Pulling back, he looked at her closely, her skin flushed to a rosy shade of
pink, her nipples still hard and peaked with arousal. "Special treat being
your first movie and all," he said, kissing her deeply.
When they broke apart he let her off the table, leaving the blue robe to
puddle on the wood. He groaned as she brushed his penis, still erect and
straining. She looked down at herself and giggled. He raised an eyebrow.
"The oil kind of rubbed off, didn't it?" Marie smiled faintly.
Taking her hand, he pulled her into the bathroom. Rinsing his face, he
turned and placed a bathmat down and handed her the bottle of oil that sat
on the counter. "Oil me up?" he asked unnecessarily.
Taking the oil from him she poured a stream into her cupped hands,
breathing on it to warm it up. Rubbing it into his shoulders, she moved
down to his chest, fingers lingering, fondling the ridges, then up his
arms. More oil for his back then down to his glutes and legs. The silky
warmth of Marie's hands on his lower back, pressing in that sensitive spot,
caused him to thrust his hips sharply. Frustration warred with relief as a
soft hand came around to stroke his aching cock, her other hand continuing
to massage his back.
Logan was concentrating on keeping control, the feel of her hands and the
steady ache of his own body's demand for gratification driving him to
distraction. He opened his eyes when she released him, moving stand in
front of him. Looking behind her in the mirror he saw them, his body
glistening above her smaller frame. He watched closely as she moved closer
to him, his body buzzing at her presence, and he clamped down on the urge
to sit her on the countertop and have his way with her. He raised an
eyebrow questioningly as she drizzled the oil onto her breasts, then rubbed
her hands quickly on her sides.
Marie knew he was holding on by a thread, but she was ready to see how far
they could go. Pulling his hands from his sides, she placed them on her
breasts, sighing in relief when he started to massage the oil in, his
fingers fondling the hard peaks. His hands kept moving, spreading the
minty oil over her skin, returning the luster his fluffing had rubbed
off. Marie quivered as his slick hands moved between her thighs, the palm
rubbing against her, a finger lazily stroking the outer lips. She felt a
tortuous jolt of need when he picked her up, her legs going around him,
holding him tight, trapping his hard flesh between them.
"Can't wait," he muttered huskily, positioning himself at the juncture of
her thighs. He started to press forward, then stopped.
"Logan? Please, sugar?" Marie whimpered as he stopped, poised at her
entrance. She looked at him, her eyes imploring him to continue. Then,
from their bedroom, she heard it
"Logan? Marie? We're ready to start filming if you are " Hank's voice
trailed off as he stopped in front of the open bathroom door. Looking at
them, he blushed, not an easy thing to do for a furry blue mutant. "I'll
just go back to the set," he stammered, beating a hasty retreat. Seconds
later, Logan heard the door to their suite close.
Logan groaned, leaning his head against Marie's, trying to collect himself,
even as she shook with humor and repressed passion. "Fuck."
"You said it, sugar," Marie said, her voice hoarse with foiled passion.
There's nothing like a being in chat, working on this story. At 0300, I was
getting all nutty like... the fruits of my labors: Behold, the sex tub!:
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