|i_alpha (i_alpha) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2014-01-24 08:36:00
|Entry tags:||enigma, logan, zz:status complete|
Home again (Logan/Effie Log)
(Warning! Graphic content! :))
Effie kicked the door to the log cabin a few times, paused, then kicked it again. He arms were burdened with her bags, tears rolling down her cheeks again. She had tried, so hard to stay with Bruce, but the man had taken to living in his lab and it was making Effie even more miserable than she could have imagined.
She had left, leaving him a note explaining why, a tear stained note that left off mid sentence because she just couldn’t do it...she couldn’t stay there, haunted by everything that was.
She reached out, kicking the door again, cursing as pain lanced up her leg.
"You kick that door one more time an I'll make damn sure you ain't got legs left ta stand on," Logan growled. He came up behind Effie, looking at her curiously for a moment before taking some of the baggage from her.
"Key under tha mat. Yours. Open it like a civilized person and I'll help ya take this stuff in." He didn't mind hosting her if she needed to stay but she wasn't going to disrespect so blatantly something he had built himself and took pride in. When she as gone all he had was the cabin, and he wasn't going to let her mess it up no matter how bad she was feeling.
“You like my legs,” she snapped, allowing him to take some of her belongings so she could get the key, heading into the cabin. “Besides, it’s not like my little kicks could damage something you, a manly man put together.”
Okay, they probably could since Effie was a trained vigilante and kept up with the training, but she wasn’t going to point that out. “And who said I was civilized?”
She had a point. "Yeah but ya don't need two ta keep yourself upright," he growled, though it was less threatening, "An if you're gonna stay here you're gonna show this place some respect. Damage or not. It's the thought and action that counts wether or not ya leave a mark behind."
Logan carried some of her stuff into the house and into a spare bedroom. It wasn't like they couldn't sleep in the same space. He had seen her in compromising poses already, but he knew she was going to need a place to be on her own. And where better than a comfortable, well-built spare?
"More civilized than some," Logan replied. "Ya hungry?" He noticed her tear stains but didn't bring it up. If she wanted to talk about it then he would indulge her. If not, he wasn't going to keep beating the same dead horse.
She raised up a leg, slowly moving it over her head and then onto his shoulder, arching an eyebrow. “If you remove one, how am I supposed to wrap one around you to tease you?” she asked before backflipping out of the way, picking up her bags again and following him, dropping her stuff off, making a mocking hand motion as he chastised her behind his back.
“Mm, famished. I barely ate breakfast and it’s almost two...feed me!”
She leaned against his back, giving a few hops to whine in his ear so her voice ended up getting near and far as she did. “God damn tall people,” she muttered. Everyone in her life was too damn tall!
His palm cupped her ankle for a moment and he shrugged, "Guess you'll figure it out, won't ya?" He teased, releasing her to the backflip.
Once she was settled in the guest room Logan nodded at her about food, "Got something cooking in the crock pot. It'll be good. If ya like protein, which I know ya do." He had watched her eat almost her own weight in food.
"Ain't that tall." Logan shook his head and trend around, sliding his arms around her, "If you're starvin' then you can eat. I'll even escort ya. You better be feelin' lucky," Logan teased again.
“Mmm, and why should I be feeling lucky?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him, unable to stop the small smile that crossed her lips. She loved Bruce, madly, desperately...but Logan...made her smile. Made her want to enjoy life in this little cabin in the woods, so far removed from the modern technology she was so enamored with.
And yet...she would want to murder anyone who got close to Bruce. Effie fully accepted she was a hypocrite.
"Cause I don't escort just anyone. Ain't my style." He liked her company a great deal. His existence was doomed to be a lonely one considering his lifestyle choices and the fact that he outlived about everyone. But Logan had settled into that. He wasn't going to deny the occasional thing was nice, but it wasn't destined to prevail.
"Come on," Logan said in a soft growl, pulling from her. He lead her out of the room, across the house and to the kitchen. It was subtle, suitable for its purpose. On the counter sat a crock pot full of chili that he had made, which was ready to be consumed. "Sit."
“Aye aye, captain,” she said, taking a seat and watching him, smiling still, her tears drying on her face. She gave a soft, happy sigh, closing her eyes for a moment, banishing all thoughts of Bruce and what was going on at home from her mind. She would call him later and they could talk, figure things out. Right now...she just needed human company,
rather than empty walls and employees who avoided her (seriously, her head of R&D ran the other way to get away from her! And she wasn’t even upset at him!)
“We’re making medical robots,” she said randomly. “Down at Stark...so far we have one that can grip a scalpel pretty good...but he keeps getting off track and dancing whenever someone’s cellphone goes off.
Logan gathered the proper vessel in which to contain the chili, and poured her a bowl. He dropped a spoon into the mixture, set it in front of her and got her a soda to drink in case she was thirsty.
He listened to what she said about the robots, settling into a seat next to her to keep her company while she ate.
"I can take a look at 'em if ya like. Programmin' ain't much my style but I can do it. " he was a man of many skills, including hacking systems and building tech. That was what he had done for the military at some point.
“Mm, please,” she said, taking the spoon, poking at the chili for a moment before taking a large bite. “I’m supposed to have these ready by February and we can’t even show them off if they interrupt a heart transplant to start a conga line.”
Granted, it was her own self imposed deadline, but she was always hardest on herself most of all.
“So what do you do with your spare time when I’m not here to bug ya...you can’t just sit around your cabin all day staring at walls…”
He nodded at her, "I'll come take a look at 'em for ya. Betcha I can get 'em running in no time."
When she asked the next question Logan shrugged, "Work. Got a job over at Fixit helpin' one of my former students get stuff done. She's good at a lot of things but mechanics ain't her skill." Megan was a charm but her skills lay in fields other than getting her hands dirty in machinery.
"Or I'm out ridin' or workin' out. Can't keep this figure if I don't maintain it," he replied, amused.
“Good,” Effie muttered under her breath. There was only room for one mechanical genius in this City and that was Effie, no matter what Tony or her father thought.
She snorted chili up her nose at his comment, wincing as the spices burned. “Owe….who said ya got a figure to keep,” she said, before blowing the spices back out of her nose, wincing.
"That's what ya get for comments like that," Logan replied at the snort, offering an amused smile. For all it was worth Logan liked the company of Effie a great deal. Despite any of the emotional baggage or whatever else she had going on in her life.
They could do whatever she wanted when she was done with her early dinner, late lunch...whatever. He didn't really care either way.
“‘is true though,” she muttered through pepper induced pain before sticking her tongue out at him and taking another bite of the chilli. She finished off the bowl quickly, as hungry as she had exclaimed before pushing it away and standing, shifting and nudging his chair out until she could slid into his lap, sitting nose to nose with him. “Entertain me,” she demanded, teasing him.
He could hear her mutter, hearing being so keen, but he only shook his head at her. He definitely had way more going for him than Bruce did, and he knew how to maintain it properly. Lifting weights, eating the right food...and a great metabolism helped. Sure he drank but it never stayed in his system long enough for full effect so he never worried about getting any of the bodily effects from consuming alcohol.
When she was in his lap, Logan curled his arms around her and arched his eyebrows, "Entertain ya? What does this look like? A game show?" He laughed and tugged at her clothes gently, "I can think of a few ways ta keep ya entertained."
“Mm, if I say yes, do I get a prize?” she asked, grinning before laughing as he tugged at her clothes. “Hey, I said entertain not fuck.” She leaned in, kissing him softly, slowly, teasing at his lips before pulling back.
It was...different, to have a guy who could tease back, who seemed interested in her long before she had her mouth wrapped around him. It always seemed like her husband had been too busy to care for her needs until she physically dragged him away.
“Besides, I’m a married spud, remember?” she said, tapping Logan’s nose. “Perhaps juggling would be a better form of entertainment..can you juggle?”
"Any prize ya want," Logan replied in a soft growl, amused at her antics. He hadnt necessarily meant sex but if it went there he certainly wasn't going to complain. He would let her set the pace though. It only seemed fair.
Logan was attentive because he had learned how to be. Three wives had taught him a great deal about women but of course there was always more to learn.
"Ain't stopped ya before," he replied, then shook his head, "Nope. Never learned. Pick somethin' else."
“Evil!” she said when he growled, shivering before arching an eyebrow. “All those years and you never learned to juggle? I learned from one of the clowns when I was seventeen…” Okay, so mostly she had learned because she was using him to try to get closer to Joker before she hooked up with her father and his goons again, but still!
“Hmmm, well, we could play poker, but I have a feeling you’d want it to be strip and then cheat…”
"Naw. I'm more of the fightin' type than he circus type." Logan used to bet on cage brawls to see if anyone could beat him. He always won.
At the mention of what she believed his intentions would be Logan couldn't help but laugh. "You think I would be the one trying to take advantage of you? Keep dreamin'."
He shifted some beneath her, "It don't matter ta me what we do. Poker, whatever makes ya happy."
She looked shocked, poking him in the chest. “Are you trying to imply, that I, a cute, innocent, sweet little girl would take advantage of you?!” She then yelped as he shifted, biting her lip. “Sparring,” she snapped out, the first thing that came to her head.
“We can spar!”
"You ain't no little girl. I've seen little girls of all shapes an sizes. You don't qualify so don't even try to go there," Logan replied with a smirk and the shake of his head. The innocent girl routine didn't work on him. He'd seen it far too much to fall for a ploy like that.
At mention of what she wanted to do, Logan lifted his eyebrows at her again. Had she forgotten who he was? He could end her comepletely by accident. Not just with his claws but his weight alone.
"If ya think that's safe, then I guess it's fine. But I'm faster than I look." He was a rather stocky mutant but his skills were unmatched by anyone. His training had taught him to move quieter than a spring breeze on a hillside, to be faster than any land mammal in existence and to be stronger and smarter than anybody else on the planet. There were some that could beat him but his endurance and healing prevailed.
She smirked, the classic Nigma ‘You’re Going to Die Now” Grin that her father made famous and feared. “Yes, but I’m good, so don’t be thinking this will be an easy fight.”
She slid off of him, bouncing off to her room to change, returning in a green sports bra and tight purple leggings. “Bring it, metal man,” she taunted, bouncing out the front door and giving a front flip down the stairs to a more open space.
"You're a human. The disadvantages are already mountin' against ya," Logan said as she slipped away.
He stood and eased out of his jacket, leaving him in just jeans, his white tank and boots. He draped the jacket over the back of the kitchen chair and rolled his head to flex the muscles in his neck.
He followed her outside into the wilderness, the small, open field of wildflowers that she had been in before. It was there he rose to his full height and offered her a playful grin, "Lets see what ya got, human."
“Hey, I beat up Batman!”
...okay, so she got punched by BAtman...at lot, and then dragged around by her pigtails. But it wasn’t Batman, Batman, it was Dick as Batman (and if she ever returned to Gotham she was kicking him in the balls for that one), but he didn’t know that!
...unless he read her comics.
She studied him, shifting from foot to food, waiting, testing him, before giving a lash with her leg, not intending to strike him, but testing the waters.
Logan was very far from the Dark Knight. What batman lacked in power Logan made up ten fold. As well as endurance, speed....he was better than a gold medal athlete. And much more adept.
As she lashed out with her leg, Logan shifted backward. He shook his head at her, "You can do better than that," he said with a soft growl, "Gimmie all ya got."
All she had she had left back at the apartment tower in a secret room hidden from everyone, but she made do. She used the momentum of her last kick, twisting and bringing up her other leg, while at the same time grabbing a handful of dirt as she spun around, throwing it at Logan’s eyes while following it with a punch to his nose.
Logan's eyes were keen and without the eyes his other senses were sharper, so no matter how hard she fought he would be there to match it and offer more.
He watched her body twist as she brought up her leg, almost as if she moved in slow motion. Instantly his arm lifted, forearm colliding with her shin to deflect the kick.
The dirt only served to irritate him. Which earned her a feral growl in response. His recovery time was instantaneous but that didn't include the time it took for him to recoil from the blow.
And of course her punch landed on its intended target but by the time her fist had flown past his face Logan had lifted his free hand and curled his fingers around her wrist to continue the momentum towards the ground.
Essentially he helped her find the Earth that she had so readily been willing to throw into his face.
She twisted as he threw her, landing in a crouch, glaring up at him. “Growling is cheating!” she said, before launching herself up, one hand going up to send his nose backwards into his skull, the other moving to strike his stomach, realizing she left herself a bit of of a bad position as her legs left the ground.
Dirt was cheating. And claws were cheating. Growling was allowed.
He saw her launch and leaned back as she leapt at him, spine curling as he leaned backward to avoid the hit, almost matrix style. He brought his arms upward, fingers curling around her pelvis as he lifted her like an ice skater in a performance.
It was then he launched her still moving overt himself and once more towards the Earth.
When she was out of his grip he rose back up and turned around to face her.
"You can do better than that."
“Shit,” she cursed, curling. She was a gymnast, she was trained to take a fall...but there was still a loud snapping sound as she hit the earth, one of her fingers bent oddly. She stared at it for a moment before biting her lip and tugging on her finger, blood dripping from her mouth as she bit through her flesh from the pain of righting her finger.
She spat the blood out before standing, and suddenly droping again, intending to sweep his legs out from under him while she slipped a knife from her boot, launching herself at him again, aiming for his chest.
He noticed her drop and her quick movement. He could've deflected but he was curious on what she was intending to do. She couldn't hurt him, he was invincible, but he took it easier on her anyway.
Her boot collided with his lower leg, hitting the intended spot and while distracted at keeping himself balanced Logan didn't even notice the blade until it was protruding from his chest plate with naught but the handle visible.
A trickle of blood ran down the corner of his lip and he looked at her, tongue rushing out to meet it. "Ow."
He shoved her backward and withdrew the knife, a spurt of blood managing to spray outward before his skin began to knit itself back together. He tossed the knife at the ground, and glared at her. "Oh so you wanna play like that, huh?" Logan inquired, growling at her playfully, "I got more of them than you ever wanna be on the receiving end of."
“I win, I win,” she said, giving a wiggling dance before yelping as he threw her back, wincing. “Owie” She yelped, suddenly spreading her legs as the knife came sailing down so that it landed between them, before she flipped to her feet. “Hey, I knew ya wouldn’t be harmed…”
She pouted at him for growing, his blood covering her face and chest.
"Dont make it a fair fight then, does it?" Logan replied, before leaping at her unexpectedly. He pinned her to the ground and chuckled. "Maybe ya should find someone in your own skill level ta play with. Don't want ya gettin' hurt unnecessarily."
She wrapped a leg around his hips, flipping them over so that she was straddling him, smirking. “I think I have the right skill level,” she said before lifting one of his hands, poking at his palm. “Come on...lemme see them….”
"I'm not so sure," He replied, looking casually up at her from the ground. He didn't mind her twist and pin, and when she lifted his palm he indulged her.
With the flex of his arm and his hand the claws slid out quickly.
"Why do you wanna see 'em so bad? They're just claws. A lot of other creatures have 'em." His claws were much different now than they had been early in his life. He had Apocalypse to thank for that, too.
She jerked her head back as they came out before moving back in, studying them in great detail. “Because they’re hot,” she said, before smirking. She leaned in, slowly running her tongue along one of the claws wrapping her lips around it and slowly..carefully sliding her mouth down until she couldn’t take any more of it into her, before slipping back up.
Blood spilled from her lips, staining the claw, dripping down the sides and she licked her lips, feeling the cut she had given herself.
That was not the first time he had heard that about his claws. There was something about them that attracted women. Maybe adamantium was magnetic. Who knew?
His eyes watched as she took one of the claws into her mouth, and he couldn't help but lick his lips as blood tricked down her face as well as the metal from the action.
Logan sat up some, not enough to dislodge her at all, but enough to get close. He leaned in and licked tenderly at her lips, wiping away the blood. His claws slid back into the forearm to avoid any accidents. He'd been there before too.
She whimpered as he licked at her lips, pouting slightly as the claws went away. “And here I wanted to feel those against my bare breasts,” she teased, before kissing him, her blood flavoring the kiss as she poured all of her pent up desire into the kiss.
He chuckled and lifted a hand up, one claw sliding out slowly from between his knuckles. Without even needing to look he dragged the claw down the front of her sports bra, splitting the fabric without even glancing the skin.
He kissed her, emitting a soft growl against the connection, unable to resist. He could taste not only her blood but her, and his feral nature couldn't resist the temptation of either.
“Mmm, you’re keeping that out the whole time,” she demanded, pressing up against the claw, not enough to cut her, but enough to really feel it as they kissed, her tongue flicking against his lips before she pulled back, leaning back slightly on her arms, displaying her bare torso to him. “Do you think I should get my implants removed?”
Whatever she wanted. He no longer cared.
His tongue slid out to dance against hers, and when she pulled back Logan didn't miss a beat. He shifted forward, over her and shook his head as he leaned inward. He pressed his lips against her neck, growling against her skin. His palm pressed against the ground for support, the one with the claw settling at her hip. He then lowered the kiss to her shoulder, the clavicle and then the top swell of her breast. "Don't wreck what looks good already," he mumbled against the skin.
She giggled, soft moans escaping her. “Then I guess I won’t…” she whispered, before drawing his face up for another eager kiss. She sifted, falling fully back against the ground and dragging him over her, giving soft, mewling whimpers sure to tease the preditor deep inside him.
She couldn’t help herself, she loved that side of him...loved being consumed by him.
"Would be a shame an a waste of good flesh," he replied, lifting his face up to reconnect their lips.
As she moved he shifted with her, almost fluidly, minding the claw that protruded from his hand without even having to consider it.
He sat on her hips, a leg on either side, using his body to press hers gently against the ground for a moment. He could be very heavy when the situation warranted, but he could also manage and distribute the almost three hundred pounds of flesh, metal and muscle so that he wouldn't hurt her at all.
The claw then tilted and slid slowly down the side of her workout pants, the fabric splitting. Tha or mewling sounds were driving him crazy and all he wanted was to claim her as his own. Like he had done before.
She gasped as the claw slid over her body, her back arching up towards him, another whimper escaping her. “Logan..” she moaned..begged, needing him. She needed everything he could offer her, right there in that moment before her brain returned to thinking levels.
Her body was giving him a silent offer that he knew he couldn't refuse. He pulled from her and sat up, claws on both hands appearing. In another moment they both were without a ribbon of cloth to set them apart. His skin was more durable than hers, healing any scratches he might have acquired in the hasty removal.
As his name left her lips he knew there was no going back.
He allowed his claws to remain as he moved, sliding his body down hers pressing soft kisses against her flesh. He pushed her legs apart and lowered his lips to her exposed organ, lapping at the skin. He couldn't help but crave the taste of her, especially out in the wilderness.
“Oh..” she gasped, her legs parting more for him, her nails digging into the soft earth as her eyes fluttered shut, allowing her body to simply ride the sensations he was giving her without thinking. “Oh fuck...Logan..” she whimpered, one hand pulling out of it’s stranglehold on the dirt and grass to clutch at his hair, gasping softly.
His mouth worked expertly, going between tongue and lips, offering the area full attention. He wanted her shivering against the dirt and grass, screaming and making noise. The primal part of him needed it.
All the while his tongue worked, Logan lifted a hand carefully and brushed the faintest touch of the tip of his claws over the side of her frame, tracing very thin, bloody lines against her skin.
She was gasping his name as a mantra as he worked her over, but it was the claw that had her crying out, almost ripping out his hair. The flahs of pain mixed with pleasure made her body eagerly arch, her voice both praying and cursing him, both hands moving to hold his mouth tigher against her body, so close to her release from a simple touch of claw.
He could feel her body buckle and basked in he pheromones pouring from her skin. He turned his face towards her thigh and offered the taut skin a playful nip before he crawled slowly back up her body.
Once more his lips found her neck and he resumed the assault against her flesh with his lips and tongue, keeping the motion of the claws at her side.
He eased himself in to her, pushing deep until he could no longer thrust forward. Finding a simple pace was easy, and he worked her from as many angles as she would let him, taking his time to draw out her pleasure.
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you…” she whimpered, repeating the words endlessly even as her body eagerly moved with his, whimpering needily as he drew things out, her body trembling violently with her put off orgasm. “Hate you, hate you, hate you…”
The magnetism they shared was unmatched. Absently Logan wondered if she felt even a tenth of this depth when she was with Bruce. If he could satisfy her. But of course Logan knew she was never satisfied which was what made it so good in the first place.
His hand pushed one of her thighs up, thrusting becoming a bit faster and deeper, building up his own release.
He pulled his lips from her neck and captured her lips, kissing her both tenderly and with all of the ferocity he could muster in the moment.
The hand he had free sold down her body and the tips of his fingers worked over the already assaulted organ of skin below his own working organ, wanting her in the thoroughs of passion and the moment.
Nothing compared to sex with Logan. Yes, Bruce was good, and yes, he satisfied her for a while...but nothing, no lover compared to the feeling of being at Logan’s mercy.
And that’s exactly what she was, at the mercy of this man’s every whim and desire. She gasped as he kissed her, eagerly, hungrily kissing him back, screaming into his mouth as he touched her, sending her over the edge of pleasure, her body freezing, gasping into the kiss as she did pull out some hair this time, hoping she wasn’t going to pay for that later.
He felt her tense, muscles locking in all of the familiar places as he climax peaked and ensued around him. He felt it, every buck and motion, every tremble. And of course the small patch of hair that she had managed to rip from his scalp.
He only growled softly, too caught in her release to worry about hair. And it would grow back anyway.
After another well placed thrust Logan pushed deep into her and released, his own body stiff with orgasm. A breath against her lips coupled with the race of his heart and he milked the climax for what it had been.
Slowly he drew back, after placing another kiss against her lips this one tender and not so full of the feral nature he was apt to display. This was one for her only, so she knew that there was still some caring beneath the outer animal.
He looked down at her and pulled himself out, claws sliding back into their informal positions, letting her have a moment to regain herself.
She smiled softly at the tender kiss, returning it before shifting and shoving him down, resting her head on his chest. She snuggled against him, watching the clouds above as she idly traced a finger over his chest.
“I thought I said no sex…” she teased, kissing over his heart.
He rested against the ground, feeling almost at home in the grass and dirt as he did in the cabin. His arms slipped around her and he bathed in the afterglow of the coupling. The sky above them remained clear save for a few shaply clouds that lulled idly by.
When she commented Logan glanced over at her, "I thought you did too."
She stuck out her tongue at him before going silent, simply enjoying the moment. No one rushing off for work, no distractions...just them curled in the sunlight, the smell of earth and sex around them.
Logan only chuckled in response. She had thrown out he bait and he had taken it willingly. They both were to blame. But he wasn't going to willingly object to a romp with her. Even if it was outside in the grass.
He closed his eyes for a moment, resting in the soft blades with her in his arms. It was perfect, better than it had been in a very long time. At least he knew it would be until the moment was over. And she would find her husband again at some point. But Logan would be there when she came back. And he had a feeling she would.