WHO: Kaylee Frye, Logan Howlett WHEN: After this entry WHERE: Somewhere in the desert outside Tumbleweed WHAT: Evil!Kaylee wants to get her rocks off. It gets hot and heavy before Logan puts a stop to it. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Non-con (since it's not Kaylee) attempt at sex. Extremely sexual situation here.
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This was fun.
Kaylee wasn't usually the one behind the wheel of a car, and not because she couldn't drive. Driving was easy. She just didn't own a car of her own, and though Bobby offered to let her use the cars around his lot, she'd rarely taken him up on it.
At least that Kaylee didn't.
This one headed right for Town Hall and stole the Mayor's BMW right from under his nose. Okay, maybe not right from under his nose. He wanted a tune-up, and as the mayor he felt he was entitled to have someone pick it up for him. She wasn't on the job today, but the mayor didn't know that.
A few moments later, she was peeling away from Logan's ranch with Logan in the seat. She headed out of town, screeching around corners and speeding through lights. Mid-morning was slow around the town, it wasn't nearly as much fun as a real obstacle course. She might have pouted if she didn't have something better in mind.
Her confidence was set to HIGH, something Logan had never seen before. Kaylee — the real one — was lacking on self-esteem most days, but she knew she was the type of girl that people had a little fun with and left. Besides her laid-back (and on top) ways when it came to sex, she was often looked at as the easy type. She was, but she also had hope for something more and it was usually gone in the morning.
This Kaylee didn't care about all that 废话, and finally jerked the wheel of the BMW, turning into a spin the saw them dusting out off the road in the desert.
"That was fun," she breathed, turning to look at Logan. "It feels good to let loose every once in a while, don't you think?"
Logan was all for letting loose and having fun, but this was different. Something was off, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. She looked like Kaylee, had the same, great Kaylee smile. Hell, she even smelled like Kaylee, but something inside told Logan that it wasn’t her. At least not with the way she was acting. He tried to take on Pixie’s mindset, that sometimes it took time for some personality traits to come out, but he just couldn’t.
He looked over at Kaylee from the passenger seat as she ripped through the town at high speed. Her driving didn’t scare him — hell, if they got into a crash he knew he could recover. But her? Logan couldn’t say he wasn’t worried about her safety. He was glad when she finally stopped the car outside of town — way outside of town — that he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“Yeah that was a blast,” he said in a deadpan tone, something that wasn’t unusual for Logan. “Next time, though, I think I’ll drive. Take you out on my bike.” Instead of criticizing her outright he offered up something else. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings especially if this really was a side of Kaylee he had never seen.
Kaylee had a better idea. She hadn't had a seat belt on when racing through the streets, so it wasn't difficult at all to tweak the seat adjustment until there was a whole lot more room for her to hop onto her knees in the seat. Her grinned widened as she inched forward. The smell of beer and cigars was thick as usual as she nuzzled the side of his neck up to his ear where she breathed, "I was thinkin' of ridin' somethin' else."
She pulled back to look at him, really look at him. There was something feral about him, something that bubbled beneath the surface that this Kaylee decided she liked. Something of a wild animal. She bet he fucked like one too. Her hands tip-toed up his thighs, drawing a line to where she wanted to end up. Her mouth hovered over his his. "I've been itchin' to kiss you like you wouldn't believe, Logan."
There was no changing Logan or the fact that underneath it all he was a wild animal. It took effort to show the control he did otherwise he’d be off living in the woods somewhere away from everyone and everything. Some could say that time had tamed him, but those that really knew Logan knew that wasn’t the case. So when Kaylee nuzzled the side of his neck, and whispered those words into his ear he couldn’t help the guttural sound that came forth.
“I’ve been doing my best to be a gentleman, Kaylee,” he said with a smirk. “But I guess maybe I’ve been taking too long.”
He grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her onto his lap. Logan wasn’t playing coy — he really couldn’t not with the arousal that was growing in my pants. “Why don’t you show me how you wanna be kissed,” he said.
"That's the spirit." It wasn't quite the noise of a wild animal when she growled the words, but she didn't necessarily need words when she began to rock her hips against his. Even through their clothing, she could feel how much he wanted her. The other her. Whatever. They were the same goddamn person to him. "We both know gentlemen never get anywhere."
And if he wasn't going to play coy, then she certainly wasn't. She hooked an arm around his neck and fisted a handful of his hair, pulling his face upward so that she could dominate the bruising kiss that followed.
Logan was no stranger to rough sex, or even rough foreplay. And while he knew that Kaylee wasn’t a virgin he also didn’t expect this sort of behavior. But he was caught up in the moment. The heat of it fueled him to continue. He wrapped his arms around her body as she rocked against him, hands grabbing at her shirt so he could slide his hands underneath. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way she grabbed his hair, but there was a little voice in the back of his mind that told him something was up. That as right as all of this felt it still wasn’t right.
The voice was silenced by the kiss, however, just as he managed to push the back of her shirt up to her neck to pull over her head.
She broke away, just long enough to get the shirt from over her head. Her lips red from the friction of their mouths against one another's. Why were the damn vehicles on this place so damn small? She bumped her elbow against the window in the process, but aside from a hiss, she ignored it and reached for his shirt. She'd been hoping for a quickie, but hey, if he wanted to do this all the way, she was game.
"Like what you see?" She grinned. "Bet you can't wait to taste me."
If it were just one or two different behaviors on different occasions Logan might not have taken note of it. But it was everything about Kaylee that was different, and that it all happened at the same time that finally gave Logan some pause. Just as her shirt was lifted over her head he took a deep breath to see if she somehow smelled different. When he didn’t catch anything he tried to take note of any unusual marks on her body. Not that he had seen her naked before, he he could tell if something might have gotten in her to make her act weird.
Then there was the sound of her voice. Usually sweet with a bit of twang he noticed there was none of that here. Logan looked into her eyes, and while they seemed to be Kaylee’s he just knew that it wasn’t. His hands smoothed up her back, before he let out a sigh. As much as his body wanted to go through with this he knew he couldn’t. Not until he figured out what was wrong. His gut told him something was up, but it was still too soon to tell.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “But this ain’t right. Not like this.”
There was one way to tell things weren't right and the sudden fierce glint in Kaylee's eyes definitely were a mirror into her soul. What was rough but playful, erotic even before had turned hard. She flung herself off his lap, ignoring the the softness — the pitiful weakness — in his voice. Her shirt was tossed on the floor at his feet as she yanked the driver's side door open and slammed it behind her.
She folded her arms across her chest, her back to him as she leaned against the car door.
The reaction was all Logan needed to solidify the fact that this, whoever this was, wasn’t Kaylee. Might’ve looked like her, might’ve even smelled like her, but everything else was wrong. He had a feeling that this was somehow related to all the other people that were acting strangely. He let out a sigh, proceeded by several deep breaths in order to calm himself down. Logan picked up the shirt that had been tossed to the floor, and looked out the driver window at her bare back. She’d burn up out there without anything covering her body — the Texas sun was ruthless against people on the ground — and when she didn’t get back in the car after a few minutes Logan decided to get out.
“Kaylee,” he said (even though he was almost certain that this wasn’t Kaylee) when he stood to his feet. He watched the girl carefully as his hand moved to close the passenger door. “Kaylee,” he called again as he started to make his way toward her.
It was petty and childlike, but Kaylee didn't care. She turned her face, inch by inch, away from him the more he came around the car. Her hand, just out of sight, moved slowly until she'd grabbed a hold of the handle. As soon as he was around the very back of the car, she hooked her fingers into it, jerked the door open, and jumped in.
A quick flick of the keys locked the doors as she spun the tires to get away from him as fast as she could. Over her shoulder, she flipped him off.
Logan was all too aware of the movements that Kaylee made, so when she had jerked open the door and jumped in he had partially expected it. She had turned over the engine quickly, and as the wheels spun in high speed Logan had already started running after the car. His claws were extended, and he swiped at the trunk in an attempt to latch on. He was too slow this time, partially on purpose because the last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight with her even if she was acting oddly.
He caught sight of the finger she gave him, and thought he saw her laughing gleefully in the rear-view mirror. He stood in the middle of the quiet side road, watching the car speed toward the horizon until it was out of sight. Logan let out a sigh, and then looked down at the shirt that was still gripped in his hand. At least he could use it to wipe the sweat off his brow; it was going to be a long walk back into town.