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It was a boring day at the X Mansion. Logan was sitting on a bench reading a book, glancing towards the gate occasionally, waiting for the new student Charles said would be coming in today. He didn’t know why it was his responsibility to be the welcome party but for whatever reason Charles thought this would be a good use of his time.
As a girl entered, he sat up straighter, looking at her and wondering what grade she would be in. Her face looked young, but something about her seemed mature.
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As I walk into the mansion, I look around shyly, hoping someone will help guide me to my dorm. I make eye contact with a tall, rugged looking man and blush, quickly darting my eyes to the floor. I begin to turn around as he approaches, seeing that I am totally lost and in need of help.
“Hey, you lost kid?” Says a deep, almost raspy voice.
I turn around, my bright blue eyes taking his breath away for a moment. I stumble on my words a bit but try to regain composure. “Hi. Uhh yeah. I think so. I’m looking for the girl’s dorm?” A shade of pink washes over my freckled face.
He smirks and lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah, follow me. I’ll show ya. What’s your name, kid?”
“I’m Jane. Sorry I look crazy. I’ve been traveling all night and…” I trail off as I glance up and catch the man staring at me deep in thought. As soon as our eyes meet, I cut myself off, not wanting to annoy the only person I’ve met so far. “Never mind.” I tuck a strand of my auburn hair behind one ear and smile nervously. Luckily, the man doesn’t seem annoyed, but intrigued. I notice him steal a quick glance at my lips as I talk before clearing his throat and nodding in the direction of the girl’s dorm as I follow him.
He can’t help but notice your beauty but conceals it for now. You were very pretty, though very young, and it was obvious you were a little timid. “Hmm. Jane… How old are you kiddo?”
I smile when he says my name. I hope I get to hear him say it again someday. “25. It’s actually my birthday today. He seemed relieved by that answer. “Oh, happy birthday.” He says with a hint of a smile. “Thanks.” I say, also failing to conceal a smile. “So, are you a teacher here?” I ask. He shook his head. “No... I’m an X-Man. And the welcome party, apparently.”
My face lights up, even more impressed with this mysterious man if that was even possible. “Wow, no way! You’re a mutant too? I guess that makes sense. Dumb question.” I shake my head hoping he doesn’t notice my embarrassment. “So, how about you? What’s your name Mr. X-Man?” My eyes sparkle with wonder at finally meeting another mutant. Logan chuckles quietly at your excitement. He found it endearing. “Calm down kid. My name is Logan… Wolverine.”
“Wolverine… that’s an odd last name” I joke. He chuckles and looks at me with a slight hint of a smile. I want to ask him more. I want to know everything about this man but before I do, we arrive at my dorm room. “This is you, kid. Settle in and make yourself at home.”
“I appreciate your help, really. It was great to meet you, Logan.” My eyes beam up at him and before Logan can control it, a pink blush spreads across his face that shocks even him. He clears his throat a bit and nods towards my arms full of my belongings and asks if I need any help. I nod, a little too enthusiastically. “Oh, sure! I mean, if you’re not busy. With you know, X-Man stuff…” I trail off, embarrassed. I laugh quietly to myself as I fumble for my keys. He smiled a little at your enthusiasm. “I’m not busy. I have a little time here to help. Plus, everyone needs help unloading into a new home...” He took a few of your bags, his hand brushed against yours for a moment.
My heart skips a beat as his warm skin touches mine. I suppress a smile. I pretend I’m not screaming on the inside and calmly open the door. Logan sets my things down on the bed. I sat abruptly on the bed and throw my head back, clearly exhausted from the long travel. Logan can’t help but scan your body, darting his eyes away before you notice. “Home sweet home. Thanks again. I guess I’ll see you around.” I sound a bit sad as I expect him to leave.
He noticed the slight sadness in your voice and felt bad for you. Normally he wouldn’t ask this but a young woman all alone on her birthday? He felt bad. He tried to sound nonchalant. “Yeah, you will... Umm... do you have plans tonight?” He seems nervous, like this isn’t something he’d usually offer.
“Reading alone in my room?” I shrug and chuckle at how pathetic I sound. “I like reading though, so it’s fine.” Logan can tell it’s not fine and I’m too shy to tell him I’m hoping I won’t have to spend my birthday alone.
He shook his head. How the hell would he forgive himself if you spent your birthday alone? He didn’t like the thought of it at all. He looked around for a moment before an idea popped into his head. “No... no. You can’t spend your birthday like that. It’s gotta be more... special.”
I shrug and smile at the floor, darting my eyes up at Logan, hoping he doesn’t smell my desperation. “Any ideas?” He pushed himself away from the wall and stood up straight, running a hand through his hair, thinking about what to do. “Well… I got a couple ideas… but they require going out.”
I look down at my shabby travel clothes. “Uhhh... can you wait here for a minute?” I rummage through the suitcase behind me and grab some clothes, my hairbrush, and my favorite perfume and head towards to bathroom. “Be right back.” My eyes pleading with him not to leave.
He nodded, leaning against the wall again, shoving his hands in his pockets to restrain himself as you went in to get changed. He chuckled when you asked him not to leave, like he actually thought about leaving in the first place. “Take as long as you need, kid.”
After a few moments I step out. I am wearing a short black leather skirt, sheer black stockings, black leather boots just below the knee, a black leather jacket with a cute white collared shirt underneath. A little black leather purse rests on my arm. My hair is long and wavy, tied half up with a cute bow. I had enough time to quickly throw on some makeup and a spray of delicious smelling perfume. This dark sexy look is totally different from the nerdy, comfy look I had earlier. It’s such a drastic change that Logan is stunned in place as I step out. His lips part slightly like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. I fiddle with my skirt nervously. “Sorry that took so long. Will this work?”
Gone was the cute, shy girl that couldn’t even look him in the eye. You looked like a completely different woman, you looked gorgeous. His eyes roamed all over your body, taking in every perfect curve and contour, staring especially at your legs. He mentally cursed himself before clearing his throat and speaking. “That’ll work just fine.” I bite my lip a little to stifle a smile. “Cool. So, where did you want to go?”
He was still struggling to get his bearings from looking at you all dolled up, but when you bit your lip he felt a stirring down below. He walked forward a few steps, standing a little closer to you than usual. “I know a place.”
When we pull up to a dingy bar, I have to hide my disappointment. I don’t know what I was expecting. But then again Logan didn’t seem like the fun birthday party type. I’m not much of a drinker but I wanted an excuse to talk to Logan more, and this was as good an excuse as any. And it sure beats being alone. Then again, the idea of being alone with Logan suddenly makes me nervous.
“I don’t know... I’m a bit of a lightweight.” I glance at the floor nervously but after a moment decide to take a quick breath and swallow my nerves. I didn’t come all this way to push everyone away again. “Well... maybe just one, it is my birthday guess.” Logan shrugs away my indecisiveness and opens the door for me, nodding for me to go ahead.
We sit at the booth silently for a minute. I fidget with my skirt nervously, thinking of how I can break the silence and make him not regret taking the time to bring me here. “So… wanna do a shot?” I ask shyly, as if I’ve never asked anyone to drink with me. He leans back against the booth and smiles. “You sure you can handle it kid? You said you were a lightweight…” he teased.
I knock back the whiskey and cough like an idiot. Logan sits up straight making sure you are okay. You wave him away, the alcohol hitting you hard, immediately. “Hey, first of all, I’m not a kid. I’m 25. Second of all… yeah... I am a lightweight.” I quickly reach for the water. Logan scoffs and takes the shot like it’s nothing.
“You’re right. You’re not a kid, you’re just… young.” His hand moves to his neck like he’s working out some sort of hidden tension.
“I might be young, but I’ve had to grow up fast.” I say in a more serious tone, looking at my water. Logan notices the mood shifting, like you were remembering something unpleasant, and nods at the waiter to bring another round. He was curious to know more, but he didn’t want to pry and make you uncomfortable. He nodded silently when the waiter brought the second round and downed the second shot a little quicker than the first one. “Why’d you have to grow up so fast?”
I stare at my shot glass, knowing that I’m already very tipsy. I take the shot and shiver visibly. “You wouldn’t understand. Well, you’re a mutant too so maybe you’re the first person I’ve met who would.”
He could tell there was a deeper meaning behind your words as you stared at the shot glass. He picked up on your mood, you seemed more serious, almost sad. “Try me doll, you might be surprised.”
I can’t help but give in. “Well… I’ve been… struggling to control my abilities. I was able to hide the worst of it from people, but recently…” I notice my voice starts to quiver and I take a big sip of water to calm myself down. “I trusted someone I shouldn’t have. My choices were to stay there and end up getting hurt or leave everything and everyone behind… so here I am.” My eyes dart up to Logan and nearly pierce him with their coldness. “Hopefully now I don’t have to be ashamed of who I am… of what I am.” I lean back against the booth. “Sorry. I just met you and I’m pouring my heart and soul out to a total stranger. I’m an idiot…”
Logan listened as you talked, his eyes never leaving your face the whole time. He felt a twinge of sadness as he listed to you describe your reasons for ending up here. His eyes darkened as you spoke of someone taking advantage of you, he felt the need to protect you, like a guardian watching over you. He shook his head. “No, don’t apologize. Besides I’m not a stranger, not anymore at least…”
“Thank you, Logan... I mean it. So, I was curious. What sort of abilities do you have? They must be pretty impressive if you’re part of the X-Men.”
He smiled and gave a small nod as you thanked him. It made him happy knowing he could offer you some comfort. When you asked him about his powers he chuckled dryly, he never really considered his powers to be cool like everyone else. “Don’t get too excited. It ain’t as cool as some of the others on this campus. I have a healing factor, makes it so I can survive just about anything. And-” He raises a hand and I hear the sound of metal slashing as he exposes his impressive adamantium claws.
My eyes light up. “Healing factor! And those claws… That’s amazing Logan!” I suddenly rummage through my purse and pull out a small notebook and begin taking notes. “Healing factor… cool metal claws…”
Logan raises an eyebrow, looking at me up and down, confused. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m researching mutants. My whole life I thought I was the only mutant on the planet until I started hearing about more of us on the news and about this amazing school for mutants to be a community together. I’m trying to learn more about mutants and their abilities. And about me and mine. The more I learn the less afraid of myself I’ll be. Hopefully. Is that… weird?”
“Yup.” He chuckles and takes a swig from a beer he ordered earlier. My heart drops a little but then I hear him speak up again. “But it’s also pretty damn cool. I imagine it gets pretty lonely not knowing anyone like you.”
“It is. Well, it was.” I smile as Logan warmly. “Maybe I could study you... sometime?” I trail off, embarrassed by how forward I’m being and slowly bite my lip to shut myself up, feeling my face turn pink.
Logans eyes darkened for a moment as you bit your lip, a small lump seemed to appear in his throat as the sight of it, he had to look away to not show his reaction. He swallowed it back down before turning back to you. He chuckled at your odd request. “Like… a science project?”
“Uhhh… Yeah! But I won’t dissect you or anything, promise!” I reach out my hand and gesture for a pinky promise. Logan looks at my hand for a moment then back at me with an eyebrow raised. But Logan found himself unable to say no to you. Especially when you looked at him with those big innocent eyes. He shook his head slightly as he put his pinky out as well. “Yeah, alright. No cutting me open then.”
Logan did his best to pay attention to your eyes and face while locking pinkies, he really did. But his eyes betrayed him and darted down, noticing the slightest peak of your cleavage. He froze for moment as he stared before sitting back and clearing his throat, trying to get his thoughts straight. He struggled for a moment before he could form coherent words and speak again. “Uhh… right. What were your powers exactly?”
I lean forward, bringing my hand in front of me. His eyebrows raise, impressed as my fingernails start to grow like claws. I smile a little, exposing the slight fangs that have grown as well. “I guess I’m just a glorified werewolf. But less hairy, luckily. Extreme agility, strength, ability to see in the dark, heightened sense of smell and hearing. But luckily, I can control it.” My claws begin to shrink back to normal fingernails. “Well… for the most part... except for…” I shake my head, not finishing the sentence. “Anyway, super strength, claws, night vision. But no healing sadly. I’m not that cool.”
He quirks his eyebrow when you start to say something but don’t finish the thought. He leans forward, curious about what you were going to say. “Except for…?”
I smile nervously and look around; I wave at the waiter for a third round. “Like I said, I’m still working on controlling my abilities.”
“So… what do you struggle to control then?”
I look away from Logan and wait for the waiter to bring the shot. I knock it back quickly, less phased by the sting of alcohol by the third round. Still, it does its job at removing my filter, and I begin to speak without thinking. “Well, it’s only during the full moon when I’m in my heat phase and-” My eyes dart to Logan, my mouth stays open, not finishing the sentence. I can’t believe I just said that. I quickly reach and grab Logans shot, taking it for myself. “Never mind, sorry, you didn’t hear that-” I slur my words as I point an accusatory finger, trying to cover my own embarrassment but failing miserably.
Logans eyes widen as you take his shot and down it. Though he was more concerned with what you were saying. His eyes darken when he hears you say something about your ‘heat phase’ and he felt a stirring between his legs, trying to ignore that feeling. He leaned forward a little more with a smirk. “No no… I think I did hear that…”
I look up at him helplessly, as if I were being scolded. “Shit. I knew this was a bad idea…” I try to get in a deep breath to keep my heart from leaping out of my chest. I’ve only told one other person about my heat phase and have no idea why I felt compelled to share now. With Logan of all people. “No, you didn’t. Forget it” I squirm in my seat nervously, tuck some hair behind my ear, and gulp down my water messily.
Logan might be an alcoholic, but he was feeling it too. And your obvious anxiety and nervousness was making him curious and intrigued. He reached out and held his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Now, we both know that’s not gonna happen.”
I slap his hand away. I’m as shocked as he is by my actions. What’s come over me tonight? “I... I’m sorry…” Flustered, I quickly scoot out of the booth. I dash to the door, somehow not stumbling over myself in my drunken state. I make it to the alley next to the bar before I fall over. It’s then I feel Logans strong, warm hands grab me as I fall. I look at him with tears in my eyes.
I push Logan off of me and shakily stand up, catching my breath. I hold my hand out in front of me to create distance between us. “Fine! You really wanna know?” I wipe the tears from my face. “Why do you even care so much, huh?” I’m hoping any of that is coherent enough for him to reply.
He scowls slightly at you. His mood shifts suddenly as you question why he even cares, a low growl in his throat. “Don’t ask stupid questions… You can… tell me.” He gives me a nod, brows furrowed. Hearing the hurt and concern in his voice, I can’t help but give in to his request. “Just… promise you won’t tell anyone. And promise you won’t be disgusted with me…” I quickly wipe another tear I feel falling down my cheek.
He softens his expression and steps closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. He gently reaches up and wipes your cheek. “You have my word. I won’t tell anyone. Not a soul. And don’t worry about me being disgusted… I’m not that easy of a man to disgust, trust me…”
I take a shaky breath and feel myself melt a little from his touch. “Well, I doubt I’ll remember any of this tomorrow anyway…” My eyes dart up to meet his then quickly back down to the various cigarettes and half broken bottles strewn on the floor. “So… I started noticing a few years ago that during the full moon… I…” I swallow the lump in my throat.
Logan watches you silently. He steps closer to you again, his hands gently coming up to brush some hair away from your face. “Tell me.”
I sigh heavily, taking a few steps back. “During the full moon my abilities are… heightened. My whole body gets unbearably hot. My claws and fangs grow and I can’t control them. I also can’t control my desire… my desire to… mate…” I chew on my nail, not daring to see the look on Logan’s face. “And that desire won’t stop until the full moon is over. It can last for days, Logan. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. It’s so painful.” My voice trembles. My face is red, and I know he notices. “It’s disgusting…”
He listened as you explained everything to him. Telling him about the intense desires that overcomes you during the full moon. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his eyes locked on yours and away from your body, his own desires beginning to creep up on him. He heard your voice tremble and crack, knowing how embarrassed you were telling him all this. His eyes darkened considerably and he clenched his hands into fists as he heard you call yourself disgusting. “Hey... you’re not disgusting-”
Before I can answer, I feel a jolt through my body. In a panic I look up and see the full moon gleaming above us. I feel its weight on my body, practically pushing me into the pavement. I usually keep track of the moon phases but the lack of sleep from traveling, going to a new place, meeting a handsome stranger, it all consumed my focus, and I forgot what day it was. “Shit- shit shit shit shit!” I frantically dig through my purse to find the medicine that helps suppress the urges. The bottle is empty. I was in such a hurry to leave home I forgot to pack an extra supply. “God dammit, not now…” I place a hand against my head and look at my other hand through parted fingers. I see my claws start to grow. I feel my skin getting hotter. I look at Logan with wide, panicked eyes.
A small lump formed in his throat as he realized what was about to happen, but he tried his best to remain calm. “Dammit, hey. Listen to me. Take a deep breath…”
“No… I’m… I’m sorry Logan… you need to leave, now. Stay away from me.” I back away slowly, holding one hand in front of me, and one hand gripping my side so hard that blood starts to seep through my shirt. I wince with pain. He stayed where he was, not budging as you told him to leave. He saw you wince in pain and looked down to see blood soaking through your shirt. “What the hell are you doing? You’re hurting yourself, stop-”
I look down at my wound then up at him. I see the fear in his eyes. I turn around and try to run away but being five shots drunk I trip and fall to my knees. My stockings ripping and more blood now trickling down my legs. He quickly caught up with you and knelt down next to you, gently wrapping his arms around you to help you up. He watched as the blood trickled down your legs, the sharp scent filling his senses. “Jesus, you’re gonna hurt yourself more trying to run off like that. Just-”
“But I don’t want to hurt you…” I bite my lip. My legs are shaking as the light from the moon envelopes us. “And I’m not your… responsibility.” I say, nearly breathless.
He listened to your words. One arm found its way around your hips, keeping you against his chest. He held you close. “You won’t hurt me. I’ve dealt with a lot worse. As for not bein’ my responsibility… I made you my responsibility… Got it?”
I nod my head slowly. I begin to smile up at Logan when I feel another, more painful jolt through my body, this time making its way down between my legs. I double over in pain, letting a quiet moan leave my lips. I hear a ripping sound and see my claws have slashed through Logan’s shirt. Logan heals right away but his shirt doesn’t. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry Logan, I-” I try to stumble away when I feel him grip my wrist. Tightly. His lips begin to part but close again. His gaze is dark, serious.
“I... need to be… alone…. Please…” I rub my knees together nervously. His grip tightens. He shook his head and spoke in a low voice. “No… you ain’t goin’ anywhere… not like this...” I look up at him. He’s so beautiful in the moonlight. My eyes travel to his lips and I start to chew on my own bottom lip, my hunger growing. Logan’s eyes following yours as you glanced at his lips. A low growl escaped his throat at the sight of them and he felt himself getting hard. A lump formed in his throat, making it harder to speak. “You… don’t look at me like that... You’re gonna drive me crazy...”
My eyes remain on his lips. I feel his bulge against my hips. It created a stirring in me. “I can’t hold back Logan… I’m sorry…” I slowly lean forward and place a shaky kiss on his lips. He remains still, letting his eyes close for just a moment, a shiver going through his entire body, fighting against the strong desire to give in to his newfound craving for you. I slowly lean away from him, shaking visibly and looking at him with half shut eyes like I’d just woken from a strange dream. “I’m sorry, I- I shouldn’t have done that…”
He takes a shuddering breath and opens his eyes to look at you. “Don’t… don’t apologize. It’s fine.” Realizing the situation we’re in, and that it’s in public, I snap to my senses. “W-wait! We can’t…” my voice breaks. I look around terrified that someone might have seen what just happened, what’s currently happening to me. It’s a bustling Friday night. Getting charged for public indecency is the last thing either of us needs right now. Logan realizes he can’t leave me alone, but maybe we do need to go somewhere private. “Calm down... no one saw us. Just... just come on... I know a place we can go.” He wraps an arm around me for support, his calming, gravelly voice melting me from the inside. “Let’s go, nice and easy… that’s it…”
The car ride is silent. Awkward. I bring my knees to my chest and bury my face between them as we drive to Logan’s house. It’s close to the school but definitely more private than my dorm room. He glances over at you when he hears you panting. He can practically hear how fast your heartbeat is. And he can clearly smell the desire radiating off you like a strong perfume.
Another jolt goes through me. I let out a timid growl and wrap the seatbelt around my hands, biting into it and squirming helplessly. I roll my head over to Logan and look up at him, tears forming in my eyes. Logan quickly steps on the gas to hurry the drive home. He can tell you’re fighting your instincts just as much as him and it was driving him insane.
“Pull… pull over…” I say quietly, half hoping he doesn’t hear me. His eyes widen. He jerked the car to the side of the road, pulling over. He looks over at you, his eyes dark, taking a shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down enough to speak. “What... what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Get… in the back.” I nod my head towards the back seat, my face beet red. “I can’t wait Logan, I’m sorry… I can’t… it hurts…” I dig my claws into my legs and a small string of drool falls from my gritted teeth as I pant heavily. My eyes dart between his face and the floor. My vision grows blurry with flashes of desire. He swallows at your words, nods slightly, and reaches for the door.
Before he can open the door, I grab his arm. He watches as I crawl out of my seat and onto his lap. I don’t dare make eye contact. I straddle him, my chest at his eye level. I timidly wrap my arms around his neck. My voice is quiet and shaky. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry... I’m-” He watches you with a hazy look in his eyes, feeling the heat coming off you in waves. “Hey... don’t say sorry… God dammit... you don’t have to say sorry...” He lets out a shuddering breath at the feeling of you on his lap.
I nod slightly and lean forward, my lips meeting his. I feel his large, rough hands coming up to cup my face gently as the kiss gets more passionate. My grip around him tightens and I let out a little moan between deep, slow kisses. It wasn’t very loud. But it was loud enough for him to notice. Logan wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his strong chest, his large hands nearly covering your entire back. He heard that small moan you let out, and he knew that it was enough to nearly break the last thread of patience that he had.
I break away from the kiss and bury my face in his neck, inhaling that alluring musky scent. I can’t help but bite down lightly on his collar bone as I begin grinding my hips against his, more muffled groans leaving my lips. His breath hitches when he feels you moving. A low, feral growl comes out of his mouth, he can barely keep his eyes open. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back anymore…”
I stop suddenly and look up at him. My lips part slightly into a smirk, revealing one of my fangs. I slowly trace my finger down his shirt then bring my finger back up to rest under his scruffy chin. “Take it off.” I say with newfound confidence. My eyes growing as sharp as my claws. He follows my orders like an obedient soldier. My eyes glint and I feel a stirring in my body when the moonlight hits his strong body. I shakily reach forward and explore his chest, my eyes occasionally darting up to meet his. He lets his eyes flutter shut at the feel of your delicate hands on him, his breath becoming labored and heavy.
He helps me remove my jacket and I shakily unbutton my shirt. I remove it and hold it in front of me, my usual embarrassment creeping back just a little. I squirm in his lap and nibble on my shirt to ease my growing fangs. He stares at you in a sort of hazy lustful daze, taking in the sight of your pale exposed skin and all of your curves. He wanted nothing more than to rip the fabric away and feel your skin against his.
“You’re... really hard…” My eyes travel down his body to his waist. Before he can acknowledge it, I start grinding my hips again, making slow seductive circles, carefully moving each vertebra in a calculated, vicious rhythm. His expression turns me on even more and I can feel a subtle stream of saliva running down my neck. Logan lets out a quiet, low growl. He knew you’d feel it when you were in his lap like this and he was thankful for it being nighttime, hoping no one would see if they looked in the car. He almost had the presence of mind to respond, but he lost all thought when you started grinding your hips against his again. A guttural, feral gasp escaping his mouth through gritted teeth at the movement. “Jesus Christ...”
“Do something about it.” I say, half teasing, half pleading. I drop my shirt and lean forward, planting a wet kiss on his lips, slipping in my tongue to meet his. A low, feral snarl comes out of his throat in response. One of my hands explores his chest, the other explores the hard bulge under his jeans. I feel a hand grip the back of my head. Logan gently tangles his fingers in my hair as his tongue glides against mine. His other hand grips my thigh gently, caressing me with his thumb.
I raise my hand to cover his mouth. I am panting and out of breath but the need for him to tear off my clothes is overpowering. I look at him deep in the eye with a pleading look. “I said… do something…” Logan can’t take it anymore. Your words are all he needs to fully submit to that feral, animalistic side and it fully takes over him. With a grunt Logan shoves me against the steering wheel. The loud beep from the car doesn’t hide my obvious moan as I feel his hot tongue lick slowly from my stomach up to my neck, his large hands gripping my thighs eagerly. My eyes roll back, and I feel a shudder travel throughout my body.
I wrap my arms around him as he growls into my neck. He leaves visible bite marks along my collar bone. Goosebumps cover my body as I feel my bare chest against his, and I begin to squirm from the sensation. I grab Logan’s hair tightly, as if trying to keep myself from floating away. “Ah... yes…” I feel myself losing control. In an instant I push Logan back, breaking the car seat and sending him laying on his back. I cover my mouth with one hand, shocked by my own strength. Logan lets out a chuckle, his eyebrows raised, surprised by my strength, and a little turned on. “S-Sorry! It felt so good, I just snapped, I’m... sorry…”
My eyes dart down to Logan. Having been knocked back I could get a better view of his exposed body, his broad chest, toned abs, covered in a dark fuzz. I feel my skin crawl and I can’t help myself but touch what I want to claim as mine. I trace a claw along his toned midsection. I chew on my other finger nervously as I look up at him. His eyes dart between my eyes, my hand on his abs, and my exposed chest. I hear a low growl in his throat and notice goosebumps on his skin. Logan reaches up to grab my wrist and in one smooth motion I find myself on my back with Logan over me, gripping the seat. He looks at my body in the moonlight, as if committing every bit of it to memory. I reach up and touch his face as his eyes make their way between my legs. In a low tone that sounds almost timid, he tells me to take it off, referring to my skirt.
I nod, unblinking, and remove my stockings and skirt, the only clothing on my body now being my cute pink underwear. I’m embarrassed by the juvenile choice of clothing, but it wasn’t like I was planning for any of this to happen. “Don’t… laugh…” I say as I press my knees together and use my hand to cover the pink lace between my legs. My cheeks grow even hotter, and I can’t bear to look at the grown man above me. Logan feels himself go slightly insane. The second you tell him not to laugh he quickly shakes his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. They look... good on you.”
He looks away for a moment and covers the blush forming on his face. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest at the sight of it. Hearing that deep, gravely voice praise me sends me over the edge. I feel my skin begin to itch and burn with yearning for his touch. Right when I am about to ask him to touch me, I feel him grab my ankle. A gasp escapes my lips when he begins kissing down my leg. He arrives at my underwear but decides to move past it, kissing every inch of my body and leaving the area between my legs for last. “God…” I can feel my legs begin to quiver. I’m sure he notices too.
“You’re... doing that on purpose.” I whisper. He scoffs at your words. “Doing what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I arch my back and let out a pathetic whimper. This is becoming unbearable. “Please Logan… I need… I need…” He feels you becoming more and more desperate. He watches you struggle to find the words to articulate what you want. “Tell me what you need.” His words come out in a quiet growl.
“Touch me… there...” My hands travel down my waist. He grabs my hand, kisses it, and leans down and begins kissing over my underwear. I let out a few quiet whimpers. I can feel my eyes rolling back. He moves my underwear to the side, not even bothering to take it off. Before I can breathe, I feel his tongue press against the sensitive area between my thighs. I let out a long, pleasurable whine and squirm around uncontrollably. With one hand he keeps my underwear to the side, he grips my thigh tightly with the other, leaving a slight bruise. “Fuck…. Ahhh... fuck… Logan-”
After several breathtaking minutes I see him look up at me and tell me how amazing I taste. He slides his tongue across glistening fangs. “No one’s ever done this… it feels… good…” I continue to squirm, inviting him back down with my body. “No one’s ever done this before? That’s a shame…” He wipes his lip with his thumb and reaches towards his zipper. I’m conflicted. My heat is making me crave him but I’ve never gone this far with anyone. I admit it, I’m scared. “Wait! Not yet… I’ve never been with anyone… I’m scared.” I nibble on my lip and flutter my eyes closed. Tears of overwhelm and frustration flood my vision.
“Shh... it’s okay… it’s okay… I’ll take care of you. I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.” His tone is softer and his grip on my thigh loosens slightly. “We can stop any time you want.” I feel a pang of guilt. At first glance Logan doesn’t seem like much of a gentleman. He’s aloof, angry, powerful. But in this moment, he’s… gentle. I nod and take a deep breath. “Maybe you can keep… doing that… for now.” I nod towards my thighs. He smirks, exposing a fang. “I can do that for you…” Logan leans down to continue working magic with his tongue. I let out a deep euphoric sigh.
My breathing becomes rapid, too rapid. I start to feel lightheaded. I feel a warm, tingling sensation between my legs and goosebumps cover my entire body. My eyes roll back, and I grip Logans hair with one hand and dig my claws into the cushion with the other. Logan happily rides me through the orgasm, his grunts and groans filling the air alongside mine. He slows his pace as he heard my breathing start to slow down.
Logan releases my underwear and sits up straight, wiping his face. We’re both dripping with sweat, breathing heavily. I can no longer see the moon through the fogged over windows. I hear the word ‘Wow’ leave Logan’s lips, as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Just the sight of you all flushed and sweaty in the front seat is almost too much for him to handle.
I shakily sit up and tuck my knees to my chest. He hands me my shirt and I use it to cover myself. “Wow… I…thank you Logan… that helped, a lot.” Logan still hasn’t fully caught his breath yet and he’s trying to come down from the high. He nods slowly “You’re welcome… how do you feel?” I can’t help but laugh a little. He looks so tough and scary on the outside but the way he asked that was surprisingly… sweet. “Better. But maybe a little thirsty… and hungry… definitely still drunk. Um, could we go to your place really quick? I think I need to sober up a little.”
He looks at me for a minute or two with a warm smile. It nearly kills me. He nods a bit and reaches over to start the car again. “Sure, we can go back to my place. We both need a chance to sober up a bit. And you should eat something. I’m gonna assume you haven’t had a chance to eat yet today-” Before I can answer, my stomach lets out a loud embarrassing growl. “Uhh... yeah not yet... haha.” He can’t help but smile wide, trying not to laugh. “…Ha, alright kid, I’ll take that as a no. We’ll get you something to eat, okay?”
I nod and look out the window, trying to distract myself from the sheer embarrassment of both my stomach growling and of the past hour of events. We arrive at his place. It’s a small house, nothing fancy. It’s a little messy on the inside, typical bachelor pad. I pick up the scent of old cigars and ash as we walk in. I can tell he’s not used to having guests. He confirms this, “Sorry… don’t usually have guests.”
As I walk through the door, I feel the alcohol hit me again. I stumble to the kitchen and he helps me sit down at the counter. He pours me a glass of water and begins riffling through the sparce fridge trying to find something for me to eat. “Thanks. Sorry to put you out like this… I won’t stay long.” I say. “Don’t worry about it. I should have fed you before you got so wasted. You can stay as long as you want… it’s late anyway.”
It’s quiet as he puts together a sandwich for me. I scarf it down eagerly, having left every polite, ladylike instinct at the door. He watches me, impressed at how I eat it like an animal that’s been starving for days on end, I hear him chuckle quietly. “Mmmm. It’s good.” I mumble. Feeling confident and talkative from the alcohol, I find myself wanting to learn more about this mysterious gentleman that now knows me far better than I know him. I wipe the crumbs from my face and prop my head on my hands, meeting his eyes with a slight smile. “So… Logan… what’s your story? Besides being really good at making sandwiches for drunk girls.”
He pushes back from the counter “My story is a long, complicated, shitty mess hun. But I’ll give you the short and sweet version... I’m over 200 years old. I’ve been alone a long, long tine… What else do you want to know?” He asks. “200 huh?” I look down at my torn-up clothes, then back at him with a raised eyebrow. I don’t know why but I’m feeling… playful, cocky. Probably the full moon. And the countless rounds of whiskey. “Pervert.” I say in a teasing tone.
Logan scoffs at rolls his eyes. “I’m not a…” He shakes his head and waves his hand dismissively. “Just really old.” He says. I push further. “Hmm… Wolverine the really old pervert.” I smile and close my eyes, wiggling in my seat playfully, not even caring that he’ll probably kick me out any second now. “How long have you been at the school?” He rolls his eyes again, knowing you’re enjoying getting under his skin right now. Still, he can’t find it in him to be mad at it. “Been there about 7 years now.”
“Hm. What brought you there in the first place?” I ask. He sighs softly, his smile slowly fading as he thinks about why he initially went to the school in the first place, the memories that come flooding back. “I… I was tired of being alone. And I wanted to use my abilities to do some good. I figured joining with the X-Men there would be a good place to start.”
“Well… I’d say you’re doing some good. I mean, this is the best birthday I think I’ve ever had…” I blush and smile at Logan. I see him suppress a smile. “This is the best birthday you’ve had, huh?”
“Yeah… I’ve never really been good at making friends so I usually just spend it alone, going for a walk or reading. Pretty pathetic, I know. But I’m determined to change that. Now that I’m around other mutants, others like me, I’m hoping to turn things around. I have to.” He can’t help but feel a pang of sadness when you tell him you’ve usually always spent it alone, that you’ve never been good at getting close to others. He’s always been a lone wolf so he can understand what it’s like. He nods his head slowly, watching you. “Cmon you’re being hard on yourself. It’s not pathetic to spend your birthday alone…. I’ve… spent many alone myself.”
“Well… maybe neither of us has to be alone anymore.” I smile at Logan and crinkle my nose playfully. Logan smiles when he hears your words, feeling his heart beat a little but faster at the thought of not being alone anymore. He’s been alone for a long time, it’s been a while since he’s had someone in his life, someone to care for. “You’re just full of surprises kiddo.”
“Speaking of... I think I know what I want for my birthday.” I hop off the stool and walk over to Logan who is looking at me up and down suspiciously. “Close your eyes,” I say, trying to hold back a cheeky smile. After a moment he shrugs and keeps his eyes closed as he speaks. “Okay… my eyes are closed. What are you up to?”
I lean in closer, taking this special opportunity to study every line of Logan’s face. I’ve been too embarrassed to really get a good look, but he really is handsome. I feel the butterflies in my stomach but swallow down the nerves. I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. A rather sweet and innocent gesture considering the past hour. He opens his eyes and takes a step back. “There.” I say. “Also, I wanna watch a movie. You pick.” I’m blushing a little due to my alcohol induced boldness. Logan is used to people being scared of him. But you’re different. Never in 200 years did he think a timid thing like you would end up in his life. And he was finding himself grateful for it. “S-sure...”
After taking a moment to collect himself, he follows me over to the couch. I sit down and he finds a blanket for me. He goes over to a shelf full of VHS tapes and searches through them. I need to fill this awkward silence somehow. “What’s your favorite movie?” I ask. He stops for a moment, thinking it over. A classic western that he’s always found himself going back to pops in his mind. “If I had to pick one it’d be ‘Shane’… it’s a western from the 50s... I can tell you’re bored already. But we ain’t watchin the Proposal, sorry hun.”
I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Okay, I actually haven’t seen many westerns, you’re right. Let’s watch it!” I smile but then remember how late it is and I start to feel bad for holding Logan hostage like this. “Oh, I mean, it’s getting pretty late, if you’re too tired…” I trail off. He shakes his head. “Hey, c’mon, it’s your birthday for Christ’s sake, don’t worry about it. I’m not too tired to watch a movie with you…” His voice grows quiet at the end and I miss that last part.
The movie starts. Logan is sitting next to me but not too close. There’s a pillow between us. Locking eyes with the screen, I subtly sneak closer. When I reach the pillow, I take it and put it on my lap and feel my thigh press against him. Logan clears his throat and looks over at me. I keep my focus locked on the movie. I’m usually not this clingy. I usually don’t catch feelings easily. I usually don’t spend my birthday with strange, mysterious men who go by strange, mysterious nicknames. But I’m drunk. And in heat. Give me a break.
The movie carries on and I don’t say much besides an occasional gasp which Logan finds amusing. And the occasional suppressed yawn, which he doesn’t find as amusing. This feels... strangely comfortable. I begin to let myself snuggle a little closer when I feel a familiar jolt. I can barely see the TV as flashes of lustful imagery consume my vision. I double over in pain, grabbing my head. Dammit… not again. I thought I was satiated earlier but it wasn’t enough.
“Woah, Jane..?” Logan asks, a little panic in his voice. “Ahh… sorry, uhh, where’s your bathroom?” I ask. “Down the hall. First door on the right…”
I dash to the bathroom and close the door loudly, locking it. I grip the sink to keep myself from falling. My eyes travel to my hands. My claws are starting to grow. I look up suddenly and see my face grow red, beads of sweat pushing through every pore. “Shit…”
Logan rises and moves towards the bathroom, his ears picking up on your ragged breathing. “Hey... you alright in there?”
“Uhh… fine…” I’m lying, obviously. But he’s already done so much for me. I can’t bear to ask him for more help. I need to take care of this on my own. “Just… finish the movie, I’ll be out soon. I’m fine.”
Listening to you he knows damn well you’re not fine. He knows what’s happening in there, he’s not an idiot. He can practically hear your heartbeat. He sighs softly and leans against the wall beside the door. “I… I know you’re not fine…” I ignore him. I’m breathing so rapidly I can’t respond, even if I wanted to. I support myself with one hand on the sink, the other starts traveling down towards my shaky legs. As soon as I make contact I let out a sharp hiss and bite my lip to quiet myself. I can’t let him hear me, I might die from embarrassment if this heat doesn’t kill me first.
He notices a beat of silence followed by your sharp hiss. His nose picked up your scent as soon as he got closer to the bathroom. “Hey. Let… let me help you…”
I ignore him again. It’s getting difficult to stay standing so I slowly sink down to the cold floor. It feels nice against my hot skin. I’m facing away from the door, on my hands and knees. My hand trying desperately to take care of this awful feeling as quickly as possible. I dip my back and let out a few mushed moans. I bit my lip hard to keep myself quiet and a few drops of blood hit the floor. Logan knocks on the door a few times but hears no response. He picks up on your heavy breaths in between some of the soft moans you’re letting out. He stands there watching the door until he picks up the sharp scent of blood. That’s the last bit of patience he has. He suddenly pounds on the door. “Dammit, Jane! Let me IN there… Now!”
I sigh, defeated. Even if I am able to take care of this myself, it’s going to take all night. I cut my losses and stand up shakily. When I open the door I keep my eyes pinned to the floor. Logan notices the blood around my mouth and the slight quiver of my legs. I try not to let him see that I’ve started crying. He moves quickly and steps into the bathroom. “Goddammit, what did you do to yourself? You-”
I cut him off, “I should go. You’ve already done more than enough. Really. I can’t bare for you to see me like this... again… it’s disgusting.” I try to push past him. Logan reaches out and grabs your arm, preventing you from leaving the bathroom. “Like hell you can just leave looking like that. Listen to me, I can help you. I want to help you.”
I don’t even fight back. Every second standing here feels like torture. I take a step forward and bury my face in his chest and nod my head. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in closer. A part of him knows this isn’t a good idea. He’s pushing past all the walls he had put up around himself. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ll take care of you... you’re okay, you’re safe.”
I cling to those words as we make our way back to the couch. The movie plays in the background. I’m grateful there’s something to break the silence. He wastes no time kissing the blood on my lip and traveling down my body, helping me remove the clothes in the way. I moan a little when I feel his hands on my bare skin. And I feel a shiver travel down my spine as he removes my underwear, exposing me completely. I slowly squeeze my knees together and bite my finger, looking at the screen, wishing my mutant power was invisibility. I know I must look ridiculous. I feel his eyes scan my body and I don’t even notice that I’ve started to wriggle around impatiently, my body acting on its own accord.
He sees your body needing more. And he’s stunned at how beautiful you are. Your soft, pale skin dusted with freckles, your curves, your failed attempt at hiding your blushing face. His eyes remain locked on mine as he leans down slowly. He buries his face between my legs, quenching his thirst. I moan and growl audibly and dig my claws into him. He doesn’t flinch, obviously putting all his focus on the intricate movements of his tongue. “Ahh… L-Logan…”
He leans back a little and licks one of his fingers leaving a trail of saliva as he pulls it away. He very lightly starts drawing circles between my legs. I dig my claws deeper into the couch to keep myself from thrashing. I cover my face with my arms, not being able to bear how I must look. After a few minutes he slips the finger in, and I feel a jolt go down my body at the new sensation. I move my hips along his hand, following the rhythm.
“More… please...” I say. He slips another finger in and I can barely hear the TV over the sound of my heart beat. Logan lets a few deep growls form in his chest at the scene unfolding before him. He’s trying his best to hold back, pushing down the urges that are rising in him, but it’s getting harder to resist. “Damn…” He growls.
After several moments I feel my body loosening up, ready more. I’m no longer scared. I want more. I need it. I look at Logan desperately, my face covered in sweat and drool. “I’m ready… you can… do it. Please…” Logan doesn’t move. Usually, he wouldn’t hesitate to succumb to his desires. But he’s developed a fondness for you and is worried your delicate frame won’t be able to handle it, heat or no heat. “I don’t know… I… don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t… please… I can’t take it anymore Logan. I really can’t. It hurts… please... I need you…”
He can’t take your pleading words, seeing the pain and begging in your face, he growls softly and nods his head slowly, giving in to you. “Dammit... okay.” He runs his fingers through his soft black hair.
I close my eyes but my acute hearing picks up the sound of his zipper, my heightened sense of smell picks up his deep musky scent. It’s incredible. I feel him lean over me and a slight pressure down below as he lines himself up with me. He pins my wrist above my head so he can see my face. Tears begin to well but the lustful look in my eyes gives him the go ahead to continue. I nod at him frantically, and move my hips around. I thought when this moment finally came it would be scary and intimidating, but I’ve never felt so safe and sure in my life. I take a sharp breath as I feel him slowly move inside. He’s being gentle, which I’m sure is hard for him, especially right now. He lets out a deep sigh once he’s all the way in. My eyes roll back and my claws rip holes around them. Drool pours helplessly out of my mouth, and I can barely remember to breath, feeling him nearly hit my lungs. “Ahh…ahh...”
His movements are slow and shallow at first. When he feels me loosen up he begins to move almost all the way out then slowly back in. I’m in a puddle of drool and tears. I never imagined something could feel this good. I look up at him with blurred vision and manage to get some words out. “Thank… you.”
Before he even gets a chance to speed up, I notice myself getting close. Maybe it’s because I came earlier, or maybe it’s because it’s my first time, maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s because I’m starting to catch feelings for Logan. But I notice that familiar sharp shudder through my body as I come to an orgasm, rather quickly. It catches me off guard as the warm release passes over me. I squirm around from the over stimulation of him still inside me. “Ahh... Logan- I… just came… it’s too much… Ah-”
He blinks at me. He’s happy I came but I can tell he hasn’t yet. Before I consider my options, I feel him pull out of me. I shakily sit up. “Sorry… it felt so good. But it’s… too sensitive. I’m sorry.” I cover my face, embarrassed by how cruel I’m being. Logan has gone above and beyond for me and all I’ve done is give him blue balls as payment. He runs a hand over his face and through his messy hair, failing to hold back a frustrated sign. He looks around the room, trying to figure out what to do now.
I look up at him, seeing his sharp jaw, beautiful body, big hard dick... It’s starting to stir even more feelings. But I can’t let him down there again, not right now. It would be too much, even for me. Then the idea hits me. I’ve never given a blowjob but I can’t walk away without trying, even if it’s the worst blowjob Logans ever had in 200 years. “Wait… I… I think I can help…” I stare at his groin with wide eyes and wipe my mouth. He can see what I’m thinking. Logan looks at you for a moment, his eyes narrowing a bit as he looks over your features. “Are… are you sure you wanna do that?”
“I can’t just… leave you like this. After everything you’ve done for me. But it’s not even that, I want to. Really.” I look up at him and smile nervously. I hope he can’t tell that I’m shaking a little. “You might just have to… guide me a little… I’ve never actually…”
He can tell you’re nervous, but he can also tell that you really want to do this, and he doesn’t feel like stopping you. He lets out a sigh, again running a hand over his face, nodding slowly. “Alright... I’ll guide you. Do what I say, can you do that?” I take a deep breath and nod reassuringly. I slowly look up at him, waiting for my instructions. Logan lets out another sigh, looking down at me as he runs his hand through his messy hair. “Alright… come here…sit.”
Logan adjusts himself so he’s on his knees on the couch. I sit in front of him on the couch, my hands on my knees, eye level with his dick. I gulp. It's big. I have no idea how it fit inside me. And I have no idea how it's going to fit in my mouth.
As he instructs, I reach forward and take him lightly in my hand. I can’t even wrap my hand around it fully. I can tell he's a bit uncomfortable, but I don't want to mess this up. “Now with your tongue… lick it.” I obey, slowly licking him from base to tip. When I do, his reaction is immediate. He jolts and lets out a satisfied growl. I lick again leaving just the tip in my mouth, and flattening my tongue, exploring him. He grips the couch and clenches his jaw. “Keep going… ahh… and move your hand. Up and... down.” I begin using my hand and lick more rapidly, slowly moving my head and hand up and down in unison. My fang catches him, and he hisses. I pull back, embarrassed. He chuckles and wipes the sweat from his forehead. “Less teeth." I continue until I hear his moans grow louder and more feral. He's close.
I can feel his hand gently caress my head. He presses lightly, but gently. I follow the rhythm he sets for me. It grows more rapid, and he gets deeper inside my mouth. I moan at the amazing sensation and deep wonderful scent of Logan this close up. He moves even deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Drool pours out of my mouth. I feel his body tense up. "Ahh... I’m close… You can… stop…" I pull back and look up at him with a determined look in my eye. “Cum in my mouth…” I say, almost asking permission. I'm too horny to be embarrassed. His lips part slightly, like he's shocked by my command.
"Hah... okay." He says nervously, running his fingers through his hair. I lean forward and lick the area full of nerve endings right under the head. He seemed to like that area most. I moan, and the sensation sends him over the edge. I hear him curse under his breath and feel a hot liquid in my throat. It shocks me at first but I don't stop. I keep going until he stops cumming. When I feel his breath slow, I pull away and wipe my mouth. I catch my breath and look up at him. He looks so beautiful right now, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted, his body slicked with sweat.
We both sit back, both shaking and catching our breath. He looks at me amazed. I timidly ask, “Was... that okay?” Logan nods his head gently. “Yeah…yeah. That was…. that was okay… that was real good…” I let out a little sign of relief. “Good. You uh... you deserve it.” I look away and blush, wiping the corner of my mouth.
“Is there a shower I can use really quick? I'm a little...” I look down and we both see that I'm covered in drool, sweat, and cum. We both laughed a little at the ridiculous situation. He nods towards the bathroom I was in earlier. “I have a spare change of clothes you can borrow if you want… though… not sure they’ll fit that well…”
When I’m done in the shower I change into his clothes. They smell like him. I never want to take them off. I have on a pair of his sweatpants, nearly falling off me, a white t-shirt, and an oversized flannel. I look absurd. But at least I’m clean. I step out and bite my lip, looking up at him embarrassed, but grateful. Logan lets out a soft amused laugh, seeing you drowning in his clothes. “Well, aren’t you adorable…look at you…”
“Yeah, I don’t know, I think I found my new look?” I say jokingly, twirling around to model my new outfit. “I'll throw my stuff in the laundry and head out as soon as they're dry. Thanks again for... just everything.” He shakes his head and smiles, leaning against the counter. “Don’t mention it… and… um… actually… you don’t have to leave… you can uh… you can stay for the night… if you want.” Seeing the sexy, rugged man stumble over his words makes my heart skip a beat. “Oh... l don’t want to intrude... Well, any more than I already have.”
“It’s okay…I don’t mind. You’re… more than welcome to stay… no need to feel like you’re intruding… unless you have someplace else you need to be…”
I don't. “I guess in that case I’ll stay. Thanks.” I hop on the couch and pat it lightly. “This'll do perfectly.”
He chuckles and shakes his head again, a look of mild amusement on his face “You’re really gonna try to sleep on the couch…. Don’t you…? You’re not even gonna ask to sleep in a bed…?”
“Logan... after the night I’ve given you I would never ask to kick you out of your own bed. Please, this is perfect. Really.” I lay down and snuggle under the blankets before he can protest.
“Well… I mean… there’s room for us both if you wanted to…” He looks away and massages his neck nervously.
I blink a few times. Why am I feeling anxious? We just did… all of… that. And I’m nervous about sleeping quietly next to him? Still, it’s a pretty hard offer to refuse. “Oh, sure, yeah, I mean, uhh, yeah... Hah.”
He smirks and nods towards the bedroom. I settle in awkwardly. “Hey… thanks again… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t-”
I’m interrupted by the sound of Logan snoring softly. I smile to myself and close my eyes.