logan_wolf (logan_wolf) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2021-08-10 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2021 august, ~~logan jonsen (logan_wolf), ~~~pamela barnes (eyingmyrack) |
Logan J and Pam
Who: Logan J and Pam
What: Logan brings some pizza over/talking
Where: Pam’s
When: Sat. evening
Warnings: possible mentions of sex
Status: open/closed/in progress/complete
Logan found himself looking forward to time with Pam. And, since she invited him over, he decided to bring a few pizzas. He knew their activities usually left him hungry. Which also explained the random snack foods he brought in his bag.
When he arrived at her door, he knocked briefly. He liked Pam’s attitude. And she looked great, naked or not. And while she couldn’t see, his face held a smile at the thought of seeing her.
***
There had been aspects of Pamela’s blindness that she hadn’t told Logan. Since him coming to her place was becoming a regular thing, she thought she should probably let him in on the secret. It would only be fair. So tonight would be more than just food and sex.
She opened the door with an appreciative smile on her face, wearing nothing but a tshirt because she was Pamela. “Hey, handsome. I smell pizza.”
***
He whistled appreciatively at how Pam greeted him. “You look great.” He leaned over and kissed her. “What kind of booty call would I be if I didn’t bring food?” Also, he tended to need more food after sex so...yeah.
Logan entered and found counter space to set down the two pizzas. “Want me to grab plates while the pizza is still hot?” And at the question his stomach answered.
***
Pamela laughed. “The normal kind,” she said. “I’ve been taking advantage of things. Sooner or later I gotta get a job.”
She shut the door then followed him toward the kitchen. “Sounds like a good plan. Unlike some heathens, I think cold pizza is disgusting.” Since he was getting plates she went to the fridge. “Want a beer?”
***
“Yeah, but the food is more for me. Werewolf metabolism and all. This way I’m not stealing food from you.” Logan didn’t mind helping himself to the food at the Pack house, because he contributed to that fridge too. But a friend with benefits? Nah.
“I’ll eat cold pizza, but warm pizza definitely wins the ‘more delicious’ prize.” At the mention of beer, Logan resplied, “Sure! Thanks.” He eyed her legs as she bent into the fridge.
***
“Oh, I see how it is.” Pamela chuckled as she came up from the fridge with two beers. She set one down on the little kitchen table before she took up a lean against a counter and opened hers. “I have to settle for your table scraps?”
She took a long drink of beer. “How’d it go with your alpha?”
***
Logan snorted at the mention of table scraps. “Hardly. My grandmother taught me table manners. This way we both get food before sex.”
He took a swig of beer. “Alright. I’m living in the Pack house, so I think for the time being hookups should happen here. It’s hard enough without the extra fantastic hearing. But, I joined Elena’s Pack. I...needed to be sure she’d still want me, since back home I die in the next 5ish hours in my timeline. Fucking mutts.” Logan didn’t usually have issues with people, but werewolf mutts felt different. And some of the mutts could be fucking dangerous.
***
Pamela cracked up. “You sure? Could be fun to give them an ear-full.” She had absolutely no shame.
“I have no idea what mutts are.” Pamela took a long drink of her beer as her brows came down. “Sucks about the dying thing, though. You seem pretty ok with that knowledge.”
***
“Nah I’m sure. Two of them are teenagers and I’m apparently already at the ‘uncle’ stage.” He did smile as he replied, though. While he definitely felt no shame regarding sex, he didn’t feel the need to deal with that quite yet.
“They’re werewolves outside of the Pack.” He rubbed his face. “I’m...I don’t love the information, but I don’t think I can do anything about it. Worrying about it feels pointless.”
He grabbed a slice of pizza. “Besides, I’d rather not think about that here when you look hot in your t-shirt.”
***
Pamela chuckled as she was drinking then grinned. “Can I call you Uncle Logan, too? A bit less creepy than Daddy.” She was joking, but that was just how she rolled. Inappropriately.
That didn’t make much sense to her, but then she didn’t know too much about his brand of werewolf. So far, it sounded a lot better than what she was familiar with, but this mutt thing. There were a bunch of questions that came to her head.
She laughed for the comment, however. “I wore it especially for you.”
She got a bit more serious then as she grabbed a slice of pizza. “So I have a confession to make.”
***
“Please don’t. If we’re going to use pet names I’d like to avoid any which make me think of my niece and nephew.” His tone held amusement, though, to let her know he knew she joked.
He could tell she had questions. “You’re welcome to ask any questions you have about how werewolves work in my world.”
At the change in her tone, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “Oh?” before he bit into his slice of pizza.
***
She huffed in amusement. “You’re opening a whole can of worms if you give me free license to be nosey.” But since he said as much she would totally start asking questions. After what she had to say.
“Ok,” Pamela began. “You know the whole blind thing.” She wiggled her fingers at her eyes. “I am blind. But I’m not as blind as people believe. I don’t need the cane. I use my extra senses kinda like radar. I know exactly where everything is, and what everyone around me is. I’m not using it as a prop to get what I want. It’s just hard to explain to the average Joe how my psychic shit works.”
***
Logan shrugged. Back home he couldn’t share his werewolf side with anyone who wasn’t Pack. And obviously the secrets caused his relationships a certain lack of intimacy. He liked Pam; quite a bit in fact. And didn’t see a reason to not answer questions.
“I did notice the blind thing, yes,” Logan responded, amused. As she explained, he found himself rubbing his chin. “Nah, I understand. Back home I have to hide my werewolf identity, so I definitely avoid certain things. So, you can see me, even if you can’t...see me?”
***
“Sort of,” she said. “I don’t know what you look like. I know how tall you are, how in shape.” She grinned. “But that was from touching. And licking.” Pamela chuckled before she continued. “But you could hide from me and I’d find you easy. There could even be a group of people hiding, and I could identify who I found without a doubt.”
She tapped the side of her head. “It’s a gift and a curse. I love having it, but sometimes it’s like sitting in a room of screaming people. I don’t hear everything mainly because I’m not being a nosy bitch, but I know where everyone is, what everyone is. Things like that.”
***
He choked on his laughter. “You do seem to know me pretty well via licking at this point.” Not that he complained, because sex with Pamela fell under the category of hot.
“Honestly the power sounds exhausting. But I think the fact you could pick me out, without really seeing me, seems kind of cool.” Her power was not one which Logan wanted, though, thank you very much.
***
She shrugged. “You get used to it. It’s been dialed up to 11 ever since I had my eyes burned out of my skull, but it’s better than absolute nothing.” She finished her beer then got up to get another one. “People who know like to use me as a party trick and throw things at me when they think I’m not paying attention.”
Pamela got her beer, opened it then walked over to help herself to Logan’s lap. “So now you know.”
***
Logan thought the part about her eyes being burned out of her skull sounded like the worst part. “I will try to not use you as a party trick.” He couldn’t tell if she found it funny or annoying.
Once Pam settled on his lap, he finished chewing, set down his food, and kissed her neck. “Hi sexy.”
***
Pamela laughed. “Just know that if you do I can catch whatever it is out of the air and toss it back at you with deadly accuracy.” She grinned since she’d pegged a few people in the forehead with bottle caps already.
Her hum for the attention to her neck was practically a purr. “Hi. Have you eaten enough pizza or should I go back to my own chair?”
***
“I do have werewolf strength, but definity don’t plan on throwing anything at you.” He healed fast, but didn’t want to throw anything at her. “I feel like a story exists.”
By that point, Logan managed to inhale half of a pizza. “Nah, I think I’m good until after, his hand moving up her thigh. Bedroom? Here?” Obviously they’d enjoy more than one round, but a starting location seemed nice.
***
Pamela gave a naughty chuckle. “Honey, I have a lot of stories. You’d have to be here forever before you heard even half of them.” What. She had a past.
With a grin on her face she shifted so she was straddling his lap. “Dealer’s choice.”
{{ftb and wrap}}