Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-02-01 16:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, logan howlett (wolverine) |
That
Who: Logan and Alyssa.
What: The next morning!
When: Friday Morning.
Where: Logan's Room.
Rating: Holy smutballs, Batman. Don't read this at work or around relatives. (NC-17.)
Status: Part Two of Two for length, Complete!
Logan held her close, until she drifted off into a dreamless, happy sleep. He let her lay against him and cling to him throughout the night. When morning came, he coaxed her awake with gentle, knowing fingers, and showed her a gentler side to love-making.
She hadn’t dreamed at all. It was the first night in weeks where she’d slept soundly and hardly moved the entire night. Alyssa woke up to warmth flooding her center, and she smiled as she nuzzled her head into Logan’s chest. “Mmph, don’t wanna get up,” she murmured.
"Mm, you sure you don't want to wake up?" Logan kissed her neck, and nibbled a bit. He was in a good mood, and didn't seem all that pissed off or anything.
The warm sensation moved into the melty, muscle tense feeling she knew so well. Gasping, she moved her hips experimentally against him. “Okay, maybe waking up sounds good.”
Logan grinned, nuzzling at Alyssa's throat and stoking the fire in her belly with his hand. He closed his mouth over a nipple, tongue flicking against it as he suckled.
Apparently her needing to beg had come to an end. Shuddering, she ran her fingers through his hair, running her fingers over his scalp gently, murmuring his name as she bared her throat to him. Her hands ran down his chest after a moment, enjoying the hard lines of his body before running her fingernails ever so carefully along his length. “Morning.”
"Mornin'." Logan was just giving her the Full Logan Experience(tm). He spread her legs, kneeling between them and kissing her on the lips. "This is what I shoulda done last night."
“Not teased me for so long? I don’t know, it helped.” She smiled, kissing him back, kneading at his shoulders lightly.
Logan laughed gruffily. Morning wood and in general not giving a fuck because they'd already done it made him just want to enjoy her. He kissed her again, rubbing his hands in long, lazy paths along her body.
This was different. Just as nice, but different. It made her smile, gave her the same warm feeling as when a boy she fancied complimented her. The kind of fluttery, butterfly in the stomach feeling. Her hands cupped his face, and she moved her legs up so her calves were resting on his hips.
Logan didn't wait for permission, but he was gentler and slower this time. He could say it was because he was tired, it was the morning and he'd just woken up. He hadn't had his morning beer yet. He could say all that and it would only be half true.
The other half of the truth, was that he simply wanted to give her this.
Getting some was a bonus.
Her little gasps and moans were quiet, soft, and she kissed along Logan’s shoulders and neck, wrapping her legs harder around him to get him closer. She didn’t mind what had gotten into him, but figured he was just a bit sleepy.
He kissed her, moving lazily, but carefully measured and skillfully executed. Lifting himself up on his arms, he grinned down at her, the sun shining on his face from slightly open shades.
He was in a good mood, and Alyssa grinned right back at him, moving a little underneath him. She wanted to tell the whole world that awesome things had happened for her, that she knew more about herself, and that she’d actually slept well without Ambien - but no, she had to keep it secret.
As long as she didn't name names or point fingers, Logan didn't really care who she told. He grunted at her movements and rocked his hips against her encouragingly. He wanted her to move and use him back.
Getting into it, she rocked her hips, finding the right rhythm to meet his hips when he thrust into her, getting him deeper. Her breath was coming in shuddering gasps, and she whimpered quietly when he seemed to bottom out.
Logan pinned Alyssa's hands above her head and beneath his, letting their fingers twine together. It let him have a really fantastic angle into her. His eyes burned. "Fuck..Lyssa just keep doin' that... Just like that."
When he said her name, Alyssa whimpered, arching up and wiggling a little against his hold on her hands. What fun was it being pinned down if you didn’t pretend you didn’t want it?
He grinned at her, voice ragged. “You’re a natural, darlin’.”
“Really?” She beamed, turning her head to kiss his arm. “Your practice is ... totally paying off.” Her thighs were deliciously sore, and she knew that when she got home she’d just end up laying around all day.
And her MOTHER WILL KNOW.
Laughing, Logan shifted his body again, picking up the tempo and letting go of just one hand so he could lift her body and grope her ass.
“Mmmph,” she purred, liking when he touched her bottom, groaning and wiggling with him. “I want to do this more,” she sighed. “Not always with you, but ... yeah.” That sounded bad, but she knew he’d know what she meant. She really just wanted to reassure him that she wasn’t about to become a barnacle.
"Good.." He wanted to do it more with her, but he didn't want her clinging to him. She needed more experience, and he'd feel a lot less guilty if she got that. "But fuck I shoulda done this to you sooner."
“Told you,” she grinned, nipping his chin. “New position, show me something else you like.” She was a fairly apt pupil in most things, especially things she liked.
Logan simply pulled her up as he sat back, so he was sitting cross legged and she was straddling him. It was a very intimate position, allowing for a lot of touching.
It let them rock together, which she liked, and it also let her snog him. She was becoming a great fan of snogging. Was there anything better in the world than kissing someone that was good at it?
Maybe fucking someone that was good at it? Logan rocked with her, snogging her back and rubbing his hands in large circles on Alyssa's back.
It was rare that she ever felt safe or protected, not since the dreams had started. She always had this weird back of her mind tickle, this sense that she had to be on guard. Logan made that go away. He blotted it out with his presence and with tactile sensation. She moved a bit harder, biting down on his shoulder to muffle a groan.
Logan liked that. He held her head against his shoulder and moved them faster. He gradually slowed down, however, then then slid out of bed, still carrying her. “Anythin’ or place you want?”
“Floor,” she murmured, having giggled when he picked her up. She was smart enough to know this wasn’t how this always would work, but the fact that this was how it worked this one time was thrilling.
Logan snorted, and took her against the wall instead. Take THAT, jailbait!
Pouting for half a moment until he moved faster, Alyssa wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering loudly. “Like that,” she purred. It felt like he was going too far, but just when she thought it was too much, a bolt of pain that turned to pleasure made her yelp.
There was a part of Logan that wanted to claim all of Alyssa’s first. First time, first oral, first in the ass, just about anything he could, because then she’d have to compare every lover to him. That primal part of him was in control as he used the leverage of the wall to great advantage.
Her toes curled as she tried to kiss him harder, tried to coax him even further along. It was only her second time, but already she felt like she could never go back to just fantasizing about things in her room at night. She wanted this.
Logan was getting attached, in the "I will protect you and fuck you on occasion" kind of way. He pulled out of her, but kept her pinned to the wall as he slid to his knees. He smirked.
Alyssa pouted. “Oi, where’re you going?” Her lower lip peeked out.
Logan hefted Lyssa's legs onto his shoulders and pressed his face between them. He gave no other warning before his tongue started wagging.
Oh. Oh. Once she discovered his intention, she closed her eyes tightly. So that was how this felt. She couldn’t help the slight roll of her hips, the hand that went to tug his hair.
Taking her cues, both silent and not, Logan shifted and changed his technique until he could continually bring her to the edge, then back down again, but never quite over.
Which was just cheating, really. Alyssa whimpered, reaching out with her free hand to find something to hold onto. Clearly, he was trying to make it where she wouldn’t want to have sex with anyone else. Not that that would work - she already had a crush on a boy - but still.
Hell, if he could make her celibate it would be a win! He growled, fingers leaving bruises in her thighs as he kept her propped up in the air against the wall. Logan lifted his eyes to look up at her face.
Her jaw was slack, eyes closed, head thrown back, The bruises were the perfect compliment to his mouth. Alyssa doubted celibacy was an option after this.
Centering on her little nubbin with lips and tongue, Logan tried to throw her over the edge. He wasn’t really that far, himself, but he wanted to do this for her before he saw to himself.
She was panting, tiny whimpers. “You have to - you too - “ She was already worried about being a considerate lover, and she happened to find his getting off the hottest thing ever.
"Ladies first." Logan laughed against her, before pulling her down to the floor and laying her in her back.
Her back hit the floor and she felt her legs hitch up over his shoulders without really asking them too, and she ran her fingernails sharply down her chest as an orgasm bit down on her, making her arch her back off of the floor so hard she felt it cramp in her gut.
Logan chose then to push back into her, her legs still over his shoulders as he did so!
Alyssa’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the floor. Finding none, her fingernails simply raked the ground, hips arching into him. The stimulation was almost too much, enough to bring tears to her eyes, and it occurred to her that her mouth was very dry. She hoped people couldn’t die from coming too much.
Not even trying to be quiet, Logan shuddered as he came, pulling Alyssa’s head up so he could kiss her, invading her mouth with his tongue.
When they were finally breathing again, Alyssa chuckled to herself. “That,” she murmured, “did not suck.” She couldn’t manage to move, and instead she just focused on breathing. She was infinitely pleased.