Velma Kelly (jazzkiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-18 23:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), velma kelly |
Who: Logan Howlett & Velma Kelly
What: A weekend in Vegas
When: Night of 6/14
Where: See what!
Rating: PG13 for handwaved sex, language, and Logan.
Status: Complete
Vacations were a good thing. Vacations with the potential to win or lost thousands of dollars were even better. Vacations with a beautiful, classy woman on his arm? Were the best. Logan booked the best suites at the Wynn, even.
She’d been intending to book it herself; there were times when Velma genuinely forgot that Logan had more money than she did. Still, she was glad he’d taken the initiative. All she’d had to do was pack a bag of clothes, a bag of tricks, and get Lo to teleport them over. As they walked through the lobby, she had to laugh. “You must be used to that teleporting thing.” He had barely blinked; it was still new to her.
“Yeah, it’s kinda old hat. nice to not have to bug Illyana or Clarice though.” He put his arm around Vel and smiled. He figured they could treat each other to various things.
She leaned against him, smiling a little hesitantly. It would have sounded stupid out loud, but his scent relaxed her; he always vaguely smelled like cigars and bacon, somehow. “Eli’s got enough bags for the weekend, I’m guessing.” She tried not to worry about the girl, but still. Logan was fond of her, and Velma was getting there too. “And just so you know, I’m ordering a bottle of something alcoholic once we get up there.”
“Eli’ll be fine. It’s not like we need to worry ‘bout her bringing her boyfriend home an’ gettin’ up to shit.” Hell, he doubted she could get pregnant but the odds of her boy actually making any moves for the next thirty years were pretty low.
Velma couldn’t help but be amused. “You keep thinking that, hon.” She patted his shoulder.
They got into the elevator and Velma pressed the button for the top floor. Their bags had gone ahead already, so Velma felt no shame in curling up against her man. “If something explodes while we’re here, I will seriously have to debate whether or not to care.”
He wrapped his arms around Velma and kissed her softly. It was an unusual tenderness, but they were alone. He gently patted her rear with both hands. “Back in the dream world, would sometimes get involved in cage matches under casinos.” He grinned at her.
“Seriously?” Velma raised an eyebrow. “Hot.” When there was no worry about him being seriously hurt or killed by sheer chance she liked watching him fight. She’d snuck into the sparring room a few times in the old house, just for the view.
Logan laughed. “Fun too. Lucrative. Part of the fortune I amassed.” He leaned in to kiss her, hands rubbing up and down her back.
“Maybe you should pick up something like that again, just for the fun. I bet Lo would pop you between here and the OC.” Velma grinned. “I worried he’d check you out, but I think you’re too hairy for him.” She pinched his ass a little.
The elevator stopped at the top floor, and Velma let Logan lead her up toward the room’s door. “Never been in this penthouse,” she said. “Been to the Bellagio’s, and the Mirage’s, but not here.”
“Bellagio is nice. Like the Cosmo. Wynn is my favorite though.” Logan’s hand slid into the back of her pants as they walked, and he pretended he wasn’t doing anything.
Velma wiggled a little, mostly to make him laugh, before she opened the door. The parlor suite, as it was labeled, was done in light woods and dark fabrics, but what got Velma was the view. “Wow.” She turned to look, smiling, even as she let him feel her up. “Nice.” And private. Nobody could see up here.
It made the window appealing for certain things. Logan slid his arms around her and held her tighter. “Yeah the view is nice.” He wasn’t looking out the window.
She saw, amused. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody you’re a hopeless romantic. Though you do have to let me go if you want me to take my pants off.” Velma slid her hands up under his shirt.
“Well when you put it like that.” Logan let her go enough to give her some wiggle room, and kissed her happily.
She mumbled thank you against his lips, grinning. She did take off her pants, reaching for his, mostly just to get them off for now. Put them on an equal footing. “I did bring a bag of tricks here, by the way.” Velma murmured between kisses.
“Bag of tricks, huh?” He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, before resuming his kissing of her. He moved in for her throat.
“Stuff we talked about.” Velma smiled. She had a video camera, some rope, and she’d found a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, with regular glass in the frame, after Eli had hinted at their possible use. It was a little weird that it had come from Eli, but she hadn’t questioned it much.
Logan grinned. "We can play around with that later." He brought his hands to her face and kissed her again. "Right now I just want you." Unless she would be insistent, then he'd play along.
That was okay with her. Velma liked it when he got right to the point. She broke the kiss to get her shirt over her head, hoping he liked the barely-there bra that matched the panties. She’d wanted this to be at least a little special. They’d both been through some shit lately, after all.
He actually pulled back a little, feasting with his eyes, and then his hands, and then his lips. Logan picked Vel up to carry her into the suite's bedroom, and lay her down almost reverently.
Velma had to work not to giggle; Logan would pout. She managed to mostly avoid it, only letting a giggle escape as he laid her down. “You’re sweet, you know.”
“I’ll make up for it later, don’t worry.” Logan said, his voice a low, hungry growl. Like he was about to eat her all up.
“Pants, hon.” Velma finished getting his pants off, then pulled him on top of her. “Mm. Kinda looking forward to a couple days of lying around, fucking, and eating good food.”
“Not always in that order,” Logan said, kissing Vel with the same ferocity as the way he took her a moment later.
They surfaced some time later, and already Velma didn’t feel like moving. She stretched, purring. “If you want me to leave the room, you are either going to have to carry me or the building will be on fire.” At least for right now. He had a nice way of making her legs go boneless.
Logan rolled onto his back, pulling her against him and rubbing her skin lightly with his hand. "If you're as hungry as I am, you'll make your legs work, darlin'. Or maybe I'll just carry you. Might be easier."
“Mmph.” Velma grumbled, but the thought of food did get her to move a little. “You do work up a damn sweat.” She kissed his jaw. “You want to go downstairs? Or want to see if we can get into Carnevino, or someplace like that?” Carnevino was one of Vegas’s best steakhouses. And Velma obviously knew if there was meat, Logan wanted it.
"Wouldn't mind going out." Even Logan liked to dress up a bit. It was a matter of picking out the best place. And Vel had just named one of the best places possible. "That sounds fuckin' perfect."
“I do have a few favors I can call in.” Velma chuckled. “And I did bring a dress.” Carnevino wasn’t quite black tie, but it was definitely long dress.
She stretched again, sitting up. “Ugh. I’m doing this for you, you know.” She kissed him with a chuckle. “Give me a chance to go get cleaned up.”
Logan grinned, watching her sit up and move. He seemed perfectly content to recuperate while making her do the work. He’d move in a minute- Naked Vels were something to be savored.
She flipped him off, but part of her kind of liked the attention. So she ignored it, going to wash and pull her hair back into something manageable. The dress she’d brought was grey, with a low back and a flowing skirt that stopped just below her knees. She slipped on similarly colored heels and walked out of the back room. “I think this’ll do.”
She was trying to make him bust something, Logan decided, once he'd seen her dressed. It distracted him for a bit before he cleaned up and dressed too. He dressed up even, though he didn't bother with a tie. He wasn't feeling that fancy.
Seeing Logan in a jacket did always make her smile. It reminded her of when Kitty and Alyssa had set them up, and she said as much. “So, Alyssa and Kitty are not in town, I’m guessing?” Velma kissed him on the cheek.
"Nope. They're back in the OC still," Logan took Vel's hand and squeezed it. "Just us, thank god." After the possession bullshit and then the power loss he was really just ready to relax. He hoped Kitty took some time to herself too.
“No more setups necessary.” Velma teased. “Christ, that was awkward.” But she’d always been a little glad they did it. If she was honest with herself. “ But okay. Give me one second and I’ll make a couple of calls. I should be able to get us into Carnevino.” She did still have a few friends in high places.
It took slightly longer than she’d thought, and an extra call to Lo to threaten someone genteelly, but after fifteen minutes, she hung up with a laugh. “They’ll have a table waiting for us. C’mon.”
Smirking, Logan took Vel's arm, for proper pimp walking. "Sometimes havin' connections kicks some serious ass."
Velma rolled her eyes. “Yep. I can get you into steakhouses. Some connections.” She chuckled, slapping his ass before they got into the elevator.
It was a short cab ride to the Palazzo, and soon they were headed inside to a cozy table in the back. “Work for you?” Velma smiled after being led back through the place. “I can smell the kitchen.” He must be in heaven.
“This place is fuckin’ perfect.” Logan looked around, his nose flaring as he inhaled the beautiful scent of steak and breads and so many other smells. “We need to make use of your connections more often.”
“I don’t actually have many. My family does, but I hate my family.” Velma made a face. “I just have a friend who’s part owner of the Palazzo. And given that I heard about this place dry aging its beef for up to a year, I figured it’d give you a culinary boner if we could get in.”
Logan smirked. "An' other kinda boners." He pulled the chair out for Vel, figuring that would amuse the hell out of her, before sitting. "I want the biggest fuckin' steak they got."
“I thought that was cause of my ass, not the restaurant.” It did amuse Velma when he pulled out her chair; he was a gentleman when he wanted to be and only then. “I bet you could put away their ribeye. It’s meant for two.”
“That too. An’ your tits.” He pointed a fork at her before unrolling the napkin and putting it on his lap. “Like Kitty would say, challenge accepted.”
Velma laughed, shaking her head. “Careful, you’ll probably make the damn paper or something if you can do it.” She wasn’t sure how much attention he wanted to attract to himself, but she’d be amused.
Logan rolled his eyes. "I've probably had bigger steaks before. It ain't nothin'. Mostly just happy to be eatin' meat an' bein' out with you."
And nothing horrible had happened yet. Velma didn’t dare say it out loud, though. “Well, just don’t say I never did anything for you.” She smiled at him, but it was genuine; she wasn’t smirking, just enjoying the time with him, for however long it might be.
Horrible was always a possibility, but Logan would probably shank someone if something horrible happened. "You do a lot of things for me, Vel." He looked almost sappy. Almost.
“I try. I’m mostly just teasing.” Velma smiled. A waiter came by, and she ordered veal, watching the waiter’s face when Logan ordered his enormous steak.
Logan just grinned at the waiter’s back as he left. “This is gonna be fun.”
“Are you already thinking how you’re going to take down that huge piece of meat?” Velma snickered, because nothing bad had happened yet, and yes, sometimes she was a twelve-year old girl.
"Well I'm not as good as you at taking down a huge piece of meat, Vel," Logan said, chuckling.
“I used to not have a gag reflex, you know that?” Velma pretended to look sad. “I stopped being a slut after I hit like twenty-five.” But she smiled anyway. “Never had any complaints, really, even with a gag reflex.”
"We'll have to work on that then," Logan said, picking up his beer when it arrived, to sip at it. His face was completely expressionless.
Velma rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m sorry,” she said, lowering her voice a little, “are you really dissatisfied with how I go down on you? You’ll pay for that later.” She liked how so much of their relationship, not just their sex life, was give and take. It was a good sign.
“I’ll pay for that?” Logan looked like that didn’t sound like it was a bad thing!
“I told you I brought a bag of tricks.” She sipped her wine, smiling still. She couldn’t do some things to him - tying him up would be stupid, unfortunately - but there were still things she’d enjoy. If he’d let her.
“I’m willin’ to try almost anythin’,” Logan said, serious. He really seemed to mean that.
“So am I.” Velma didn’t have anything crazy planned. Just a couple things that most men liked. “I told you that this vacation would be good food, fucking and lying around.”
“No tourist shit? Shows?” Logan was good with food fucking and laying around. “We should fuck with people. Pretend we got hitched.”
Velma laughed. “We so should. Kitty and them. Not Eli, though; she’d see through it anyway.” A tiny part of her wished it would happen for real, but most of her was realistic. “And I don’t know, maybe some shopping for me, but I’m not much of a tourist. If I ever really wanted to see a show, I could have Lo pop me here.” She laughed again, remembering. “Might be fun to watch you bring the damn house down at blackjack or something, though.”
"Blackjack we can do." Logan wasn't sure he'd want to get hitched in Las Vegas, anyway. Seemed kind of cheap. But the thought was in his head. He thought something smelled off, but he wasn’t sure what.
Not this trip, maybe.
“And I like fucking with Kitty. We still technically owe her.” Vel smirked. She would have said more, but then their plates arrived, and she had to laugh at the size of the steak on Logan’s. “Goddamn.”
"Seems kinda small," Logan complained, and stuck his knife in the fork. The” steak practically moo'd. "I think the best revenge is the one they think is comin' then it never comes. We should make some rumblin's at Lyssa too." He hadn't seen her in awhile, he needed to talk to her anyway.
Velma just shook her head indulgently at his complaint. Her veal looked fan-fucking-tastic, and she took a bite, purring. “That’s really nice.” Vegas always made her feel like a spoiled brat, but she deserved it every so often.
“Yeah it really is.” He grinned at her, then cut into his steak and took a bite. It was the kind of juicy warm that made his mouth throw a party.
It was better than beer.
Velma had to laugh as she watched Logan’s face. “Did we find an answer to whether steak is better than sex?”
Loggan shook his head, and laughed. “Nothin’ better than that, darlin’. But this is better than beer.” High praise indeed.
“Holy shit.” Velma’s eyebrows shot up, and she tipped her wineglass at him in a joking toast. “I still think that qualifies as the apocalypse.” She just liked seeing him so happy.
Logan snorted. He’d seen the apocalypse. Several of them. He wished this was all they’d been! “It’s a damn good steak.” And he was half-way done with it, pausing long enough to eat the potato.
They ate in companionable silence for a while, which was fine with Velma. She’d finished off the veal and the side, and she sat back, sighing. “I vote that every so often we use some of this money and go someplace nice for a little while.” It would be a good pressure release. Depending on whatever might have happened, they could hit shooting ranges, shop, eat, screw, sleep, whatever.
“Seconded,” Logan agreed, done with his own meal shortly there after. There wasn’t a thing left on his plate that had been edible. He’d go after the bone marrow if this wasn’t such a high class place.
Velma grinned. “Want dessert?” If he’d never had Italian gelato, he ought to.
“I take it you mean actual sweets or somethin’?” Logan nodded his head. “Sounds good.” He didn’t mind dessert and in his experience most women liked decadent things every now and again.
"Well, both. But gelato in public." Velma grinned wider. "It's an Italian ice cream that's smoother than the usual stuff. It's just really nice and creamy." Perfect palate cleanser and sex on a plate.
“I know what gelato is, an’ order that shit right this minute.”
“Wasn’t sure; not everybody knows.” She hoped she hadn’t been a know-it-all. Velma did order two of that day’s flavor, which happened to be pistachio. “Good shit. You don’t have much of a sweet tooth, or at least you don’t seem to. Or I’d get more of it for the house.”
Logan grinned at her. She was hot when she was a know-it-all, Logan decided. She was always hot. Really, there wasn’t a time when she wasn’t.
“I like it every now and again, but I’m more into savory things.”
“Well, yeah. Steak. Beer.” She would have added pussy to that list, but the waiter was within earshot. And she did have a shred of decorum.
“Pussy,” Logan said, for her.
Velma couldn’t entirely stop herself from laughing, but she stifled most of it. “Idiot.” The waiter, to his eternal credit, kept a calm face and said nothing as he went on with his work.
“I can’t help it if I like pussy, tits an’ ass,” Logan pointed out helpfully.
“I’ll take savory as a compliment,” Velma answered playfully. Their dessert arrived soon after, and she dug in with gusto. “Mmph.”
Logan spent several moments watching her, then dug in himself. He hadn’t actually had gelato in years, and the last time he had had in fact been in Italy. “You better.”
It was indeed damn good, and Velma inhaled the dessert with no shame. “Good sex, good food, good company. Don’t know about you, but I’m feeling slightly more relaxed than I was in the OC.”
"Almost don't wanna go back," Logan said. "But if we put down roots that'll just attract trouble."
Velma nodded, grimacing. “Unfortunately, I think the bad shit might just follow if we actually moved anywhere. And at least there’s lots of friends back in the OC.” She’d gotten genuinely fond of people like Kitty and Alyssa, despite their blind date setting up trick.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinkin’. Besides, Alyssa and Eli might kill us if we did that!” Logan laughed. He wouldn’t want to move Eli away from her boyfriend, anyway.
“Alyssa would pout.” Velma teased gently. “She’s still pretty fond of you.” Just in a slightly more appropriate way.
She shook her head. “No, I think I’m too entrenched now.” Velma smiled wanly, and figured she’d risk bringing it up. “When I thought you’d passed, my first thought was that I’d have to move, just because too much of my life is all tied up in people who know you.” They were her friends too, but people like Alyssa had known Logan first.
Logan sobered up a little bit. He took Vel’s hand across the table. “Got a call just before we left. They’re ready to start work on the house. Scott’s people already got the underground shit dug out. Goin’ to be a fuckin’ fortress.”
"Yeah?" Velma squeezed his hand. "Good." It wouldn't keep all the bad shit out, but it might at least keep out the revenge-obsessed psychos. "It'll be good to have a place of our own." God, it was so domestic. She couldn't help but be a little amused.
“Can make sure Eli has a place to hide out durin’ the day, too. A real secure place.” With an easily cleaned drain for blood. Or a way to store blood. That might be best.
“Do we actually have a plan? Like, drawn up by an architect? Might be the best idea.” Velma chuckled. “So they aren’t just spitballing.” They had talked about a lot, but she didn’t know if he’d ever gone ahead and gotten it down in blueprints.
“Yep.” Logan pulled out his phone. “Check your mail, I just sent you the plans.”
“Awesome.” Velma felt hers buzz and went to check it out. “Hey, that looks nice.” She smiled up at him with something that almost felt shy. It was hard to believe it was really gonna happen. “That’ll turn out great.”
“I figured you’d like it,” Logan responded, sitting back to let the ice cream, steak and drink all digest together.
“I’m hoping you do too.” Velma watched him for a little while. He seemed a little more at peace, which did her good. She squeezed his hand once more before letting go, figuring it said I love you more fittingly than telling him out loud.
The look in his eyes more than said the same thing.