InsaneJournal

Who: Logan and Velma
What: A homecoming
Where: Their house
When: 7/12
Rating/Warnings: Hard R for sex
Status: Complete



It had been a day or two since the battle had ended. Velma had studiously tried to avoid the TV; she’d kept busy as much as she could since then. She’d cleaned the house, she’d touched base with her friends, had a talk with Eli to make sure she was doing all right. Kitty had sworn Logan was alive and in one piece, so she did her best not to worry about that; he’d come home when he was able.

It was late on the second day when Logan started to trudge up the driveway. He’d stayed at a motel and so was relatively clean, even if one didn’t want to know what that tub looked like by the time he’d cleaned four days of blood and dirt off.

Mostly he’d done a lot of thinking, and some mourning. And some inner yelling at the fairness of the universe.

Velma heard footsteps outside, and went to the door, looking through the peephole. She blinked, not sure what to do for a second, but eventually just reacting. She opened the door, standing there, waiting for him.

“Hey. I’m back.” Logan stepped into the door and wrapped his arms around Vel. He kissed her, like he’d been gone much longer than a week.

She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him right back, sighing as she let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “Hey,” Velma murmured into his shoulder, eyes closed. “I’m sorry about that woman.”

"It's all right." Logan stroked Vel's hair and kicked the door shut behind him. It didn't sound entirely all right, but he was pretty sure she didn't need to listen to him wax on about a dead woman he'd had a thing for. He couldn't even place why it had affected him so badly.

“Kitty said she might come back.” Velma rested her chin on his shoulder. “She told me a little about her and you.” She wet her lips, feeling like she had to say more, but she didn’t want to say it was okay or whatever; he didn’t need her fucking permission to mourn someone. She finally just settled on, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

"Yeah...?" Logan looked at her a little worriedly. He always thought people assumed too much about his feelings for Jean, but then again he was often in denial about them. "Yeah. Hard not to be, but it was...fuckin' crazy. Think I wore out my fightin' urges for awhile."

“Kitty said she was the one who got away from you.” Velma was tired of being nervous, and she’d sworn to herself she’d never lie to him. “But if you wanted her, you’d have her.” And he had Velma.

She looked at him, appraising him, up and down. “No offense meant, but honestly, you still look like hell. Come in here and we’ll get you real food, to start.”

Logan smiled tiredly. It made him happy that she had worked through that. And that she was a little jealous. That always felt pretty good. He shook his head. "I wanted you, an' I got you. Think that matters more." And it was likely that Jean was on so high a pedestal she'd never meet his expectations, anyway.

“Kitty also told me about that Viper bitch. I will fight if I have to.” She wanted to make him laugh; it really seemed like he needed it. “No, just ... I have to trust you, Logan. If I don’t, I’ve got fuck-all.” In terms of a relationship - any relationship, platonic or romantic, was nothing if you didn’t trust each other. “Come on, I cleaned the place after I got back from Lo’s. We still have beer and bacon.”

"Viper could kick my ass," Logan replied, laughing gruffly. He put his arm around Vel and walked with her. "Won't ever do anythin' to break that trust. Not on purpose. God knows I've been mind controlled enough not to promise never."

“With your past, that’s fair enough.” Velma led him into the kitchen, pointing to a chair. “Sit. For once I’ll play waitress. Pretty woman bringing you beer and bacon has to be one of your fantasies.” She grabbed the beer first, handing him one to start with. “Wait, I’m not naked. Half a fantasy?”

"I love you." Logan said, suddenly, when he was handed the beer. As though the beer had jogged something deep within him, and made him feel again. "An' I just didn't want to rip that shirt."

Velma laughed, taking out the rest of the bacon and starting to cook it up. “When you said I love you, you were talking to the beer, right?”

"No." Logan took a sip, then got up to put his arms around Vel as she cooked. He kissed the back of her neck, then her shoulder.

“Aw.” Velma chuckled. “Still won’t ask if you love me more than beer. I know the answer to that question.” Laughing with him felt good; it wasn’t the same as before, but it helped take away some of the tension and the sadness that felt heavy as hell.

"An' what if I did?" Logan grinned and nuzzled the side of her neck.

“I’d say you were full of shit.” Actually, she’d be incredibly touched, but still. Velma couldn’t help squirming a little as he nuzzled, laughing. “Aagh, you’re scratchy.”

"I ain't shaved in a week, course I'm scratchy." Logan nuzzled again, scratchy on purpose, and grinned. He felt... so much better, right now, than he'd been since all this started. The past two days had been such a blur..

“Aagh, bastard.” Velma laughed, still squirming. She managed to not overcook the bacon, swatting at him with her free hand. “Go on, let me get rid of hot grease and stuff before you burn my hand off trying to be cute.”

"Fine." Logan headed back to the table to work at his beer. He missed the numbness alcohol gave him, but Vel was filling him with other emotions and feelings that more than made up for it. He could almost admit that he needed her.

“Hey, I worked a shotgun the last two days without blowing my hand off. I’d like to keep the streak going.” Velma came over with a plate of bacon and a beer for herself. “Lo’s place is right by a freeway ramp and me and a few others made it a shooting gallery. We were trying to keep the ramp open so people could evacuate a little easier.”

“Promise the only hurts you’ll get for awhile will be the fun kinda injuries that make doctors blush.” Logan knocked back more of his beer. “Good thinkin’.”

"I had to do something." Velma opened her beer. "I'm not bad with a shotgun and being in Lo's window made them sitting ducks. I still do want to train - Kitty said she'd help, and I'm going to ask Neena - but still." She smiled a little. "And for the record, if somebody has to get hurt, I will take one for the team." Honestly, that kind of crazy remind-you-you're-alive sex didn't sound like a terrible idea at some point.

Logan snorted. “Don’t need to tell you to be careful...jus’ be smart.” Frankly any woman that wasn’t willing to be a little crazy stupid violent was probably not someone who’d last long with him.

“Yeah, learned that lesson.” She smiled crookedly. She’d deal with the fact she’d flat out enjoyed herself killing later on. “Even though I kind of see myself being support if I’m anything, Kitty did give me a call sign? Said it wasn’t safe to say my name over open comms.”

“What did she give you?” Logan asked, with a tone clearly one of ‘this I have to hear.’

“She asked me to pick one, but she said it was okay. I picked Cicero - in my dreams, the Hotel Cicero was where I killed my cheating husband and my sister.” Velma had to laugh, though. “At first, she said Legs, because she said that’d be what you called me.”

“I like legs,” Logan admitted. “Cicero works too. Ain’t like a lot of codenames have to make sense. Shit. Wolverine. Right?”

“Wolverine makes sense, claws.” Velma couldn’t help but smirk, theatrically lowering her voice. “Wolverines are also gentle, sweet creatures until you piss them off.” Logan did have a reputation to uphold.

Logan narrowed his eyes at her. “An’ where did you hear such baseless rumors. Gentle. Sweet. Bullshit. You ever met a wolverine?”

“Oh, Christ, I was just teasing.” Velma rolled her eyes playfully. “I have not ever met a wolverine, I’ve only seen them in zoos.” She did smile at him, though. “They’re also protective as hell of their families, though.” Were they and Eli a family? Maybe, maybe not, but they were as close as any of them would get for now.

“Yeah...” Logan smirked, glad to have gotten a rise out of her. “Yeah, real protective of my family. You, an’ Eli. An’ everyone.” But mostly her and Eli.

“Well, wolverines are also on the small side in terms of height ...” Velma grinned, ready to duck or run.

Logan laughed, and in one quick movement had Vel thrown over his shoulder and was taking her to the bedroom. He smacked her on the ass. “Now you’re just askin’ for it, darlin’.”

Velma squeaked, trying to kick him when he got her on his shoulder, but mostly laughing. “Dammit! Logan.” She flailed, but it was mostly just making a fuss. “Put me down.”

“Nah.” He carefully entered the bedroom, not wanting to bang her head, then dumped her onto it with some small amount of ceremony. There’d been too much loss lately. He wanted to do and think about things there were the polar opposite.

Velma was still laughing when she landed, pulling him on top of her. “You going to be okay?” She smiled up at him, just happy he was back in one piece and smiling.

“Yeah. I’ll be okay.” He stroked back her hair from her face, eyes searching hers. “It...ain’t easy. I’ll admit that. But I’ll be okay, darlin’.”

“I love you. So does Eli.” Velma said, but she said it as if to remind him. It obviously wouldn’t be some kind of fucking cure-all, but hopefully it would help. She went for a kiss, even if he was scratchy.

He kissed her back, hard and hot and hungry. There was fiery emotion in this kiss. Like he wanted to prove to her that she was the one he'd picked.

Okay, if he kissed her like that, she could forgive the scratchy. Velma sighed, letting one hand tangle up into his hair. She’d been worried that he’d have been traumatized by what he’d seen, and maybe he was, but at least she could seemingly make it go away, even for a while.

Logan growled her name. His claws slid out with their trademark snikt and cut into her clothing. He bit at her neck as he utterly ruined her clothing in an effort to get it off the most quickly.

Velma heard her own breath sharply intake, but instead of being hurt, she wound up naked. It worked for her. She laughed breathlessly. “Long as that works, it’s really a turn-on, just saying.” She reached up to help get his pants off, feeling the urge to claw up his back. He’d always liked that.

Logan kissed her again, pinning her body down to the bed by way of claws on either side of her chest as he fondled her breasts. He left her hands free, and groaned her name.

She did reach around, clawing up his back as hard as she could, getting more turned on when he moaned like that. Velma purred, arching into his hands.

"Harder," he commanded, then kissed at her throat, using his lips and his teeth to leave marks there. His voice was gruff and throaty.

She went as hard as she could, wrapping a leg around his, sighing loud. Christ, she’d missed this, though not only this. Still, the man was fucking gifted in bed.

He grinned at her, sheathing his claws and propping himself up to look down at her. He looked like he was going to say something, then changed his mind and leaned down to kiss her again. Less animal. More kind and gentle Wolvie.

She hadn’t anticipated that, but it was actually sort of nice. Velma smiled, just enjoying his closeness. She tried to help him get the rest of his clothes off, shifting up the mattress a little.

The clothing thunked heavily on the floor. He ran his hands up her body reverently and then nibbled along her collar-bone. He nipped at a breast, then the underside of one, teasingly.

Getting the shit fucked out of her was always nice, but she had to admit, she kind of liked this too, even though she wanted to strangle him by the end. Velma couldn’t help making noise when he did something nice, though, and she knew it’d just make him tease more. “Oh, no fair.”

"No fair?" Logan had slowly made his way down to her stomach, and stuck his tongue into her belly button. His hands found that perfect ass and squeezed. He suddenly had a craving. Then....he tended to have that craving a lot around her.

“You can be a huge fucking tease - ” Velma broke off when he settled between her legs. Really, it was horribly unfair.

“You love it.” Logan growled, and started to move his tongue, like he was playing the sweetest instrument possible.

Maybe a little. Velma purred loudly, spreading her legs and letting herself melt. She kept her hand in his hair, knowing he liked her pulling, sighing.

It was a sexy kind of pain. The best kind of pain, and it egged Logan on. He showed no signs of stopping, or slowing down. He wanted her to beg him to stop.

He ought to know she didn’t beg by now. Well. Most of the time. Velma did make noise, just inchoate happy purrs, running her hands over her breasts and working not to arch up and make him readjust.

He loved when she touched herself. He couldn't really say why. It was just really erotic, and turned him on. He pushed her legs farther apart, lifting his eyes to meet Vel's.

That, by comparison, got her. One of the things she liked best about sex with Logan was that it actually was incredibly personal, despite all the women he’d fucked over the years. Velma managed a glassy smile, just glad to have him home and safe and in relatively one piece, and willing to let her work through his shit, and help work through hers.

He really did love her, flaws and all. He thought she was strong, and stubborn, and beautiful. She didn't put up with his bullshit and he didn't put up with hers - it made their relationship easier to work through, when there were rough points. After everything she'd seen, she was confronting it head on. He loved her for that, too.

This was pretty damn nice, but Velma pulled his hair to get his attention. “You going ...” She had to take another breath, and whuffed out a laugh. “Feel like fucking me or what?”

"Maybe later," Logan replied, licking his chops. He slid up her body, then kissed her. He teased her rubbing between her legs but not giving her what she really wanted.

“You are such an asshole.” But there was no real anger in it, just laughing a little. She knew he’d give in eventually.

Or never. He could give in never. Never ever. There was a gleam in his eyes like he was up for that challenge, and yet...he very much wasn't. The promise of her was too much to really bear, and he kissed her suddenly when he gave in. Suddenly and with one sharp thrust.

Velma couldn’t help but grin against his mouth. Whether he liked it or not, there were some things she knew about him by now. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him as deep as she could.

It was cheating. It was totally unfair. And Logan loved it, grinning back against her mouth as he rested inside her. It was like coming home. He lifted his head just enough to growl her name, then kissed her again, moving his hips in a slow grinding pattern.

Velma purred loudly, pulling herself up a little and arching to meet him. It had been such a clusterfuck lately. It felt damn good to get back to basics. Well. He wasn’t exactly basic about this shit. “Logan - ”

"Vel..." He growled, half words half animal, and picked up the pace. He wanted to be loud, he wanted to be rough and tumble and lost in her. They could do gentle later - first they could be alive.

Worked for her. She had to work not to lose it right away, after all he’d been doing earlier; she’d have never heard the end of it. Velma bit her lip hard, letting her neck go limp, enjoying the ride.

That wasn't going to stop Logan from doing everything he could think of to make her lose it. He kissed her and bit her, setting a pace that still let her move with him. He nuzzled at her ear, breath hot and ragged.

Velma whined, locking her feet at the small of his back. At least if it wouldn’t be long, she’d help with it. It only belatedly occurred to her that Eli was probably asleep in the basement - or was - as she clawed up his back again, hoping it got Logan closer.

Logan gave out the kind of sound that would wake the dead. The combination of her shifting her legs and the nails in his back didn't just get him closer, it threw him wholly over the edge. He kissed her, hard and loving and desperate.

Well, hell, when he lost it like that, she couldn’t exactly not follow. A couple minutes later she came hard, pleasantly shivering, limbs numb. “Mmm.”

He rocked to a slow stop, and had to consciously keep from flattening on top of her like a 300 pound paper weight of a bear man. He nuzzled Vel's neck. He had a sudden feeling like dust was in his eyes.

Velma knew the steps by now, and she shifted so she was on her side. She stroked his hair, just pulling him close, eyes closed. “Needed that.” Probably both of them had.

“Yeah..I love you.” Logan looked at her like he physically needed her to understand that. No matter how hard he might mourn for Jean, or Mariko, or any woman, he loved Vel.

“I know.” And she did. As Han Solo as that might sound. “I love you too.” Velma really did hope that woman Jean came back. She looked over at him. “I’m always in your corner, hon. Always.”

He grinned, and pulled her into his arms. He felt, in a way, as complete as he'd ever been. He couldn't help but joke. "Maybe you'll put a ring on my finger yet."

Velma laughed. “You know I don’t expect it, right? And I don’t think I’m stupid enough to actually try and propose to Wolverine, even if I did.” No, she’d told Alyssa the truth; she needed loyalty, not necessarily legality. She wouldn’t really turn it down if he did ask, but as long as he was faithful - and she trusted him on that score - it was okay by her.

"I know," Logan replied, stroking his hand down her body and resting it on her hip. "Means more than you think."

She snuggled close, feeling safer and more secure. “You’ll laugh, but I’m glad I have a family that isn’t shitty now.” This felt more like a family than her parents and brothers ever had.

Logan smiled fondly, and pulled her closer. “Yeah, we’re family.”

“We have to apologize to Eli later.” Velma kissed his neck, figuring she could stay where she was. She’d slept in the wet spot before. She didn’t want to move.