Velma Kelly (jazzkiller) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-10 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), velma kelly |
Who: Logan and Velma
When: 8/9
Where: Their apartment
What: Venting and trying to get laid
Rating/Warnings: PG13, handwaved awkward sex
Status: Complete
Velma had been doing errands all day to try and get her mind off her life. The house was nearly done, but still about a week away from being livable. Eli’s life was calm, from what she could see, and Velma was happy for that, but damn if it wasn’t kind of annoying. The man she loved was stuck in the body of a jackass who jumped when his wife pulled his dick string. And she hadn’t gotten laid in days. And Logan had conditioned her to pretty damn regular sex.
Still, there was only so much she could do. So she headed home in a bit of a mood. Velma opened the door, looking around and seeing only the dog, at least at first.
Adjusting to a world in red wasn't that difficult for Logan. Not even the constant headaches phased him. He was used to living in a world with pain.
It was the height that bothered him. Scott had about six inches on him, and he felt like a towering giant.
However, he really enjoyed that he could get buzzed.
Velma was normally happy to see Logan, but when he was in Scott’s body, it wasn’t quite as nice. “Oh, hey.” She set her bags down, heading for the fridge. “How’re you holding up?”
“By staying consistently buzzed,” he replied, taking another sip of beer. “Plan on it so he gets a hell of a hangover when we switch back.”
“Hope so.” She also hoped it was when and not if. Velma could use one of her own, come to think of it. “Logan, you better have left some fucking alcohol for me.”
He pointed with his beer can. “There’s some vodka and whiskey there. Summers can actually hold his liquor, who knew?”
“Thank you. And seriously, he can? I wouldn’t have thought it.” Not because Scott was a pussy or something, just Velma wouldn’t have imagined the man allowed himself to drink. She poured herself a shot of whisky, going to sit down. “Any word from Emma about fixing this?”
“Nothin’ I’m aware of. Don’t talk to her much. We get along better than we do in the dreams but there’s still some matters of disagreement.” Logan grunted, which sounded off in Scott’s voice.
It did. Velma sighed. “I should probably try and make nice, but it’s hard. She clearly doesn’t think I’m good enough for you, and I don’t need her commenting anyway.” She knocked back the shot, shaking her head. She’d needed that. “Sorry if I’m bitchy. This whole thing has me in a mood.” Obviously, Logan’s mood was probably worse, but still.
“Funny, I never thought she’d think I was good enough for anyone,” Logan retorted. He plopped onto the couch with a groan. “Shit I hate Summers.”
“I honestly don’t, most of the time.” Velma shrugged. “He’s a milquetoast, but there are worse sins. I just want you back.” She looked as upset as she felt for a second, and she knew it. “I worry about Eli, and I don’t know.” She wanted him to laugh or at least smirk. “Still say we’d have to get pretty inventive if you want to get laid during however long this lasts.”
“Not sure I want him in you,” Logan said, making a snorting little snerking sound. “But fuck I miss you.”
“Not having sex in a week is weird, and I don’t like it.” Velma grumbled. She chuckled in spite of herself, though. “Don’t suppose Scott’s the type to keep a condom in his wallet?”
It occured to Logan that he didn’t actually have any condoms. At all. That was probably generally a bad thing but he gave no fucks. He pulled the wallet out and looked. “Nope. He’s married, an’ she’s pregnant.”
“Worth a shot.” Velma sighed. “Sorry, hon, but I’m not comfortable with it.” What if she got knocked up or something, and she didn’t know whose it was? Nightmare. “I don’t know. Get a condom, or at the very least, a blindfold?” She laughed, but there wasn’t much amusement in it.
“Damn it.” Logan had no idea she was already pregnant. He couldn’t smell it, after all. “Blindfold I got, Condom...wait I think I gave some to Eli.”
Velma had to laugh. “Of course you did.” She got up. “They’d be in Eli’s room, probably the nightstand.” If they were in plain view, it was okay to take, as far as she figured. “I just appreciate you understanding that yeah, I’m not interested in fucking Scott Summers bareback.”
“You ain’t the only one who appreciates that,” Logan replied. He made a face at the thought. “I might need the blindfold too.”
Velma stuck her tongue out. “At least you get to look at me. I have to look at Scott.” She got up, though, curious as to whether or not Eli had left any condoms out.
It turned out, she had - two. Velma came back holding them, tossing them like little ninja stars over at Logan-in-the-Scott-suit. “Jackpot?” She wondered how many Eli had kept for herself.
“Point.” Logan caught the condoms in the air. He was a little impressed by Scott’s reflexes. “You know, sometimes I wonder why the fuck people follow Summers. Then I see him do some shit that would make your jaw drop.” He tapped the glasses. “Could probably cut a mountain down to size.”
“With the lasers? Wouldn’t be shocked.” Velma came over and sat next to him. She could kiss him on the cheek, which she did, but that was about it. “You know I love you, right? Just ... I don’t know, it’d feel like cheating even if it wasn’t Emma fucking Frost’s husband. I don’t want you to think I’m sickened by you or whatever.”
“You’re sickened by Summers, that’s a perfectly normal reaction,” Logan replied, patting a hand on her leg.
“Scott’s not ugly. Just ... he’s not you.” Velma smiled, looking down. “I actually think you’re good looking, not just sexy and kind and funny. Believe it or not.” Whenever Logan got his body back, she’d make him shower a few times, but then she’d jump on him hard and fast.
Logan rolled his eyes. “I ain’t that good looking. I don’t know where I got that rep.”
“I think you are, and I let you screw me, so quit arguing.” Velma joked. She closed her eyes and kissed him on the cheek again, going down to his neck. Even Logan wasn’t usually hairy on his neck, so it didn’t feel quite so weird with her eyes closed.
He lifted his hand to the back of her neck and stroked lightly and gently. His fingers were a different shape, which was a little weird even for him, but touching her still felt absolutely amazing. “I thought it was my charm.”
Velma smiled. “You get all pissed off when I tell you that you’re sweet or charming.” She did like his fingers in her hair.
“‘Cause I ain’t,” He groused, in a voice that was not anywhere near growly enough.
“Bullshit. But I won’t tell anyone.” Velma reached for him, resting her fingers on his sides, trying to ignore the weird proportions.
“I love you, did I tell you that today.” He looked at her, her face and eyes the color of blood.
“I know.” Velma smiled. “But you either need to find me a blindfold, or we need to think of not-sexy things.” She winked, getting off the couch, going to get a little more whisky.
Logan hopped off of the chair. “I got one. In a box somewhere.”
“Shirt might work too.” Velma chuckled, following him into the bedroom.
Grinning, Logan found himself one of his wife-beaters and tossed it to Velma. “How’s that?”
“That’ll do fine.” It was as if he forgot all the sex she’d had in her twenties sometimes. Vel was used to improvising. She went into the bedroom, starting to undress.
He didn’t forget, it wasn’t like he hadn’t slept with eight billion and a half women himself, and that was just this life. He grinned and started to undress.
Velma turned her back on him, kicking her clothes over toward the general direction of the laundry basket and tying Logan’s shirt over her eyes. It was heavy enough that all she could see were outlines, and it smelled like him. “This might actually work.”
“You look beautiful,” Logan ran his hands over her body, then pushed her onto the bed. He made his voice very gruff.
Velma was used to that, and smiled. “Smells like you,” she explained. “Makes it way less weird.” His fingers weren’t as callused, nor were they as sure, but still.
“Glad to hear that.” Logan hadn’t shaved since this all started, so his face was sufficiently scruffy as he kissed her shoulder, and then her neck.
That helped, too. Velma made a happy noise as he got close. Still, it wasn’t idea. “There’s too fuckin’ much of you.” She laughed. Scott was much taller.
“Shut up an’ take it,” he growled, half laughing and rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, that’s not intimidating at all in Scott’s voice.” Velma laughed, but she did appreciate the blindfold. And she did her best to make it good for him as well; she’d never tell Logan, but it was kind of nice having a little more leverage with his longer legs.
Logan would be put out. But then he’d just make up for it, doubletime...
Velma didn’t, frankly, enjoy it as much as she usually did. It just wasn’t the same. And she’d gotten spoiled by the lack of condoms. But in the end, they both did get off, and she didn’t feel quite so pissy at Emma and Scott anymore. After she got her breath back, she sighed, laying there. “Even if you still are in the Scott-suit, I fuckin’ needed that.”
He hadn’t enjoyed it near as much either, but it was something he could live with. Sex was a very important thing in their relationship. Going without it would be a crime!
Velma sighed, taking the blindfold off. “At least now I think we both have some patience back.” Not a lot, but some. “Eli’s the only person I’ve seen this week besides present company that I haven’t debated smacking.”
“Lack of sex makes Velma bitchy?” Logan leaned back, arms behind his head.
“Oh, like you don’t grumble.” Velma made a face. “I’d think you were an incubus if you didn’t know better.”
“I think that’s what I wanna be when I grow up,” Logan replied, good naturedly. It was something that did seem to fit Scott’s voice, oddly enough.
Velma noticed. “You sound weirdly innocent. It’s freaking me out.” She laughed, but she did kiss his cheek again, curling up naked with him. “I just want you back.”
“I’ll be back, even if I have to carve our brains out an’ swap them around,” Logan promised. It sounded like he meant it.
“Last resort, if only because Emma would probably try to kill you.” Velma sighed, closing her eyes and laying her head on his chest.