Velma Kelly (jazzkiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-02 23:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), velma kelly |
Who: Logan and Velma
When: 8/2
Where: Their temporary house
What: A little roleplay
Rating/Warning: Hard R for smut!
Status: Complete
Eli had gone out for the night, and Velma decided to take full advantage of it. She’d gone to Tokyo with Lo a little while ago, and tonight could be the night to use the proceeds. She hadn’t surprised Logan in a while; she liked trying different things to keep him interested.
Logan was out somewhere, and Velma was getting ready. She wasn’t going to go nuts with it, but she did like a little roleplay. She’d pinned her hair up in the typical Far Eastern bob style, and she was wearing a very light yukata she’d picked up in the flea market in Shinjuku. All she wore underneath were some very small panties. Hopefully his head would explode when he got an eyeful.
Logan tended to disappear on his own a lot, when he wasn’t at home or wasn’t at his shop. He’d snuck by to check on the new house and was satisfied with the work. He couldn’t wait to move in - he was going to have Kitty try to break in at some point, to, to test the safe room.
He rode up, and made his way inside, leaving his shoes by the door. “Vel?”
“Up here.” Velma called, smiling. “Eli’s out for the night. You stay late at work?” Mostly just curious. She was trying to enjoy the normalcy while she still could; God only knew it probably wouldn’t last.
“Eli’s out?” Logan snorted. Good. He liked it when she got out. Sure, he got pretty protective of her, but Athelstan wasn’t really a threat, as far as he was concerned. He jogged up the stairs, sniffing around as he did so. He narrowed his eyes. Something was up.
“She said she was going out.” Velma smiled, making sure her hair was in good shape and rising from her mirror. “I did some errands and then came back.”
Logan came into the room and then came to a stop, blinking at Vel with a slightly slack-jawed look on his face, any words he’d planned to say dying on his lips. “Huhn....” He drank her in, not for the first time astounded by this woman who chose to love him.
Velma smiled. “I was out with Lo in Tokyo,” she said, “and between the markets and the pink salons, I picked this up.” She’d had the panties. It would have been too much even for Lo to go into a sex store with her in Japan. “A little touch of a place I know you think of as home.” She smiled. Hoping the accent wasn’t fucking Godawful, she tried one of the Japanese phrases she’d learned. “So. < I was hoping you would bend me over a table and fuck my brains out. >”
"Huhn." Logan rubbed at his jaw, trying to close his mouth. He was still reeling from the way she looked in that outfit. It went with her skin so perfectly.
"Huuhnn.." Logan replied, in English and not Japanese, before rushing across the room to seize her in his arms and kiss her bruisingly.
Mmph. Velma grinned, wrapping her arms around him, laughing when he grabbed her. “Take that as a yes,” she managed in English, pulling him close.
Logan laughed and broke the kiss. He lifted Vel into the air, hands groping hard on her butt. "God I love you. What possessed you to talk like that?"
“What, < bend me over a table and fuck my brains out > ?” Velma kissed him again, just quickly. “Um. Cause I’d like you to do that? It’s been a while.
“A position I like to try on a regular basis,” Logan replied, carrying her over to the table. He grinned as he kissed her. “Know any other good ones? ‘cause I wanna hear ‘em all.”
“I’m not telling you where I learned the Japanese.” Velma smirked. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, her body close against his. “ < I’d like you to touch me everywhere. >”
“Damn. Because it’s not the best Japanese and you can learn be...” Fuck. Logan leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. He bit, and sucked, leaving a large, possessive mark. Vel was his. He was going to prove it.
“Teach me sometime.” Velma sighed, closing her eyes, leaning into the bite with a faint purr. She loved that possessiveness. She liked when it was her turn to show it, too.
“< I’ll teach you, >” Logan said, sucking at her neck again. He started to work at his shirt, wanting to feel her skin against his own.
She thought she understood the word ‘teach’, but she’d ask him later. Velma helped him out of his shirt, feeling the yukata grow loose as the tie began to come undone. “Arigato?” She tried, scratching her hand up into his hair from the base of his neck.
He licked his lips, eyes fluttering closed when he felt her fingers against the back of his neck. The touch made him shiver. “Good start..know how to beg me to make you come?”
God, that was hot. “Not really.” Velma felt him draw her closer, wrapping one leg around his. The best she remembered was “< I want it now. >” Her ass hit the side of the table, and she smirked, catching his lips with hers, but just barely. “Please.”
“Good start.” Logan seized her lips with his own, pushing the yukata aside and rubbing his hands over her bare legs. Then he turned her around and bent her over that table.
Velma hadn’t been kidding; they’d had a lot of missionary sex lately, and this was a chance to mix it up. She spread her legs, smirking with bitten lips, looking over her shoulder. The light robe was slipping, and one shoulder was artfully bare.
Artfully bare and soon marked up by Logan’s teeth as he vigorously had his way with her. It was one of his favorite positions and they really didn’t do it enough. The man could probably wax (dirty) poetry about how good this position was.
It felt good to do something different. Velma was left yowling and damn near clawing the table by the time they’d finished. “Good thing ... Eli’s ... out,” she managed, breathing out a laugh. “Fuck, can we do that more often?”
"Every night?" Logan asked, his weight pressing her into the table and making it creak loudly in warning. He wondered if they could make the table break. Maybe they could try.Meanwhile, Logan Super Sperm ACTIVATE
“Honestly, works for me.” Velma still didn’t move, lying her head on the table, still trying to catch her breath. “Is this a favorite for you?” It actually was weird that they’d been together for a long damn time, and she didn’t actually know some stuff like his favorite sex positions.
“One of them. I kinda got a list.” Logan kissed her shoulder, where the marks were deepest, and hip nuzzled her.
“Yeah?” Velma chuckled. “I was just thinking that I don’t know some stuff like that. I should. We could be doing new things.” Hey, anything that made their already-solid sex life even better. She got up, fixing her hair, turning back around to wrap her arms around him after she took off her panties. “Kinda wish I’d taken those off before you bent me over; I think they crawled up my ass.”
“Looks great from the angle I had,” Logan replied, grinning at her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her face, moving his lips to her ears, and nipped.
“Yeah, you wear ‘em next time.” Velma joked, sighing. She smiled, nails running lightly down his back again. “What else do you like me doing, besides scratching the shit out of you?” She dug in a little harder. “I like knowing.”
He nuzzled her cheek, then dragged his teeth along her jaw. “Against the wall. Both facin’ an’ away. You on top is always nice. No sane man turns that down.”
“I can remember that.” Velma closed her eyes, resting her free hand at the back of his head. “Just, I don’t know, I’ve told you what I like. Doesn’t have to be about me all the time, though.” Hence the Japanese-style yukata. “Sounds kinda stupid, maybe, but it’s fun to keep you guessing. I don’t know how those pink salon girls don’t hit their customers, though. I can tell you I want to come or whatever, but the voices.” She laughed, parodying the scary hentai shriek. “ < Give it to me now! >”
Logan snorted and gave her a sudden thrust. She asked for it, and he was going to deliver. Repeatedly. Over the next several hours until his voice was hoarse, the table was broken and even Logan was sore.
Velma hadn’t actually expected that, and might have let out a yelp when he basically pulled her up and set her back on the table. Her robe was open, and as she lay back she ran her hands down her body, laughing from the adrenaline. “めちゃ きもち い,” she murmured. He was always good, and she’d just told him that.
Logan smirked, giving her a light nip on the lips. "Thanks. But I'm only as good as you are. Ain't nothin' without you." His voice sounded a little raw.
“Wouldn’t go that far, you’re pretty amazing.” Velma sighed, arching up against him. “I love you, too, though. God!” He did something incredible, even going slowly.
"I love you too, darlin'." He cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Fuck me, I do."
The next relatively coherent thought she managed was a few minutes later. Logan had shifted her up a little, and she’d wrapped her legs around his waist, and her weight was mostly against the table, so when he pressed into her, she felt all of it. Velma whimpered loudly when he hit a perfect spot, but then she heard a crack. “Shit, Logan - !”
They went down with a crack, and then a crash. Logan tried to stop himself from falling on top of her, using his claws in the wall to slow his descent. He didn't want to crush her. He started to laugh.
Velma hit the ground hard, but she was laughing too hard to hurt, at least for now. “Holy shit, ow!” It was more surprise than pain. Eli was going to sigh at them. Though that made it funnier, somehow.
Logan looked at the wall, then at Vel, a shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at her. “That was fuckin’ great.”
“We broke a wall, and now a table?” Velma kissed him hard, still grinning right back.
“Yeah. Pretty amazin’ thing,” Logan replied. He rolled off of her and then pulled her into his arms. He squeezed her tight.
Velma laughed, burrowing herself tightly against him. “Do we have any other tables?” Come on, it wasn’t like they couldn’t afford to buy Lo some new furniture.
"At least five," Logan replied, running one finger along Vel's collar bone.
“And probably at least a few hours until Eli gets home.” Velma looked up at him fondly. “If aliens don’t attack in the next few hours, I move we spend ‘em screwing until I can’t walk right.”
“I second the motion.” Logan thought he could walk, given a few moments to recover. He’d have to carry her, but he’d be able to do it. And enjoy it, because he’d have a free hand to grope at her.
“Maybe tomorrow can we go look at the house?” Velma wanted to ask before she forgot. “I haven’t been up there since it was just a foundation.” She smiled, squeezing his ass a little, mostly because she could.
“You’ll love it,” he promised. He looked almost ecstatic. “I think we can move in any day now.” Logan dropped Vel onto the bed, then crawled in with her, trailing kisses along her stomach and thighs.
“That’ll be great. It’s got all you want it to?” Velma would have asked more, but then he was nuzzling, and it was both scratchy and ticklish.
“All we wanted an’ more,” Logan replied, his kissing and biting reaching her shoulders.
“Excellent.” She’d probably live to regret it, but right now she didn’t see how things could get better.