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Nicholas D. Wolfwood (wolfwood) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-30 23:23:00

Who: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and Bella Donna Boudreaux
What: Checking up on Wolfwood
When: A day or two after this log.
Where: Wolfwood's apartment
Rating: R for not-super-graphic smut
Status: Complete



Belle was grateful to be home after her adventure with Scott and the other mutants. Not home, she had to correct herself, shaking her head as she went up to Wolfwood’s door. Just her temporary home. She was used to her living situation being fluid, it was the people in her life that anchored her. Partners and superiors mostly, but these days they were friends and lovers. It was a nice change.

She smiled as she waited, eager to get out of her tactical gear and into her pajamas. She was already planning what she’d make for dinner while she waited for Nicholas to get the door.

After a couple of days begging for death, Wolfwood was about 80% better. He was still taking it easy, but he’d been doing things like laundry - slowly - and sitting on the couch. After looking through the peephole, he pulled the door aside with a smile. “As I live and breathe. A whole lot better since Sunday.”

Belle smiled widely at him, hugging him tight. It pressed her equipment up against her body uncomfortably, but she didn’t mind too much. It was just nice to see him again. “That makes two of us. You manage t’ keep yourself entertained?” She stepped in and closed the door.

Wolfwood felt it too, but he was just glad to see her. If she was wearing all that, it meant she’d been up to something, so the fact she was in one piece might be cause for celebration, too. “Between bad TV, sleeping, and begging for the sweet release of death? Yeah, I think so.” He chuckled.

She snickered and let him go. Her rifle was out in the car, along with most of her equipment, but some was too sensitive to let out of her sight. “I’m sorry I left you all alone for all that time. Had some work, but I’m done for a little bit.” Part of her was glad she wasn’t completely done. If she could make an excuse to stay she’d hang out as long as it pleased her. She was tired of moving around so much.

“I lived.” Wolfwood shrugged. She couldn’t stop her life just to look after him. “At least you can tell Vanille I’m basically fine.” He was fairly sure she’d worried - Vanille, not Belle. Belle didn’t seem the type to worry, even if she liked him. He risked kissing her gently.

She enjoyed the kiss. A shiver ran over her body. Oh yes, she knew this reaction well. It was the main thing that got her in trouble. “Feel like entertainin’ me tonight? I can leave if you’re too tired.” She stroked her hand over his chest. She wanted to give him the option to rest, if he wanted to take it.

“I think I might be up for it.” Wolfwood chuckled. He’d missed her. “Long as you don’t wear me out too hard.”

“Hmmm, I can be gentle.” She promised, standing on her toes so she could give him another soft, gentle kiss. She’d missed him too. Part of her was giddy that it was him she’d be sharing the last vestiges of her adrenaline rush with. “Gonna shower first this time, give you time t’ psyche yourself up.” She stroked her hand down his belly, tugging lightly on the waist of his pants before she pulled away and began peeling her tactical gear off. She was wearing an undershirt and panties, she she didn’t hesitate to slip those off, either.

Wolfwood sighed with something approaching sheer joy. “You implying I need help?” he teased at her departing back. Which was really nice to look at, for the record.

“Well, if you want a partner I could call somebody.” Belle called over her shoulder with a wink. In truth she didn’t have a backup lover, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him about it.

“Ouch, I’ve been hit.” Wolfwood artistically held his chest and winced. He’d be lying if he said Belle having someone else wouldn’t bug him, but he couldn’t complain. They weren’t official. He didn’t think.

Belle was in the bathroom by then, and the tile amplified her laugh, until she got the shower started. She was amazed at how well the raid had gone. It wasn’t until she looked down at her hands that she remembered her powers. She hadn’t expected them to show up. They weren’t like the mutants’ powers. Hers came from an artificial source. She wondered how much that mattered.

Wolfwood stood in the doorway of the bathroom, arms folded, smiling, having taken off his shirt. He was watching her, figuring she’d either laugh or tell him to get the fuck out. And it wasn’t like it wouldn’t get him in the mood. She was gorgeous, in addition to being smart and sharp as hell.

She liked that he was watching. It didn’t make her self-conscious, she could enjoy a shower under most circumstances. It did stop her from singing, but that was probably for the best. She had more enthusiasm than skill. “You gonna come back t’ work soon?” Since he was there, she could ask a few questions.

“Yeah, probably like day after tomorrow. Sunday-Monday are my off days anyway, so it’s only today and tomorrow I’d miss.” Wolfwood smiled. “Just said it was the cold from hell.” Which technically it had been.

She nodded. “Makes sense. I’ll hafta check up on you that first day back, t’ make sure you’re still up for the job.” It was a joke, she had no doubts about his suitability as a guard. She shut the water off and stepped out, smiling very smugly at him. “Hand me a towel, please?”

Wolfwood reached into the cabinet behind the shower cube, handing her a dark green towel. “Don’t worry, ma’am, you can count on me.” He snapped a mock salute, in his best form, wanting her to laugh. She had a great laugh; it was surprisingly abandoned for how regimented she usually was.

She did laugh, and she wrapped her hair in the towel, blotting the extra water out. “Of course I can.” She smirked at him and began drying the rest of her body. She wasn’t above making sure it had a little extra something to it. She wanted him to be entertained, after all.

As long as she understood that he liked her for more than just the sex, Wolfwood could ogle with a clear conscience. “Feel better?” He didn’t know what she’d been doing, but she’d been doing something, carrying that equipment with her.

She nodded. “Mmm, yeah. It’s been a long day, between Mr. Frost’s meetin’s all day and workin’ my nightjob.” She took his hand and led him to the bedroom. She bothered to grab the shirt of her uniform, but none of her other clothing. She had no intention of letting the computer equipment in the pocket get out of sight. Really she should be looking at that right now and writing up her report, but it would keep for an hour or two.

As long as whatever she had wasn’t explosive, he didn’t care. Wolfwood followed her, perching on the side of his bed with a faint smile. “I promise, you’ll get some sleep if you stay here. I did just put new stuff on the bed.” No gross sweaty sheets.

“Oooh, you know just what a lady wants t’ hear.” She said with a laugh, putting the shirt gently under the foot of the bed. She took a seat next to Wolfwood, putting an arm around his waist. “I could sleep f’r a week.”

He kissed her gently, liking the closeness. “You can do that, if you want. I’ve been there. One particularly nasty firefight with Taliban forces, I wound up awake for close to 38 hours. After that I think I slept for about fifteen. One of my guys only saw my back and thought I was dead.” It was funny now, yeah.

The kiss was nice and relaxing. She moaned softly into it, stroking his back when they parted. “Dieu, that sounds terrible. This wasn’t too bad, actually. Clean ‘n’ quick.” She was impressed at the success of the mission, truthfully. She hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. It was good to be here with him. For a second she thought that this was the way her dream self had felt about Remy, at first, but she shut the thought down as quick as she could.

“Good.” Wolfwood smiled. “Clean and quick is how they should go.” He wanted to know more of what she dealt with, but he knew not to ask. He just kissed her again, wrapping an arm around her waist. She wasn’t weak by any means, but she was smaller than him, and felt nice against him.

She liked to be held by him. She liked that he was so much taller than her. She drew him down for another gentle, lingering kiss. After frying a bunch of robots with some kind of energy from her hands and destroying a lab Belle wanted a little tenderness.

Slow and gentle was probably the best way to go, given that he was only about 80%. Wolfwood wound up on his back, with her on top of him, and he couldn’t help but smile up at her with something approaching fondness. “C’mon, a couple of orgasms might help you relax.” He was half teasing, but hey, it might actually help.

She snorted, then laughed loudly at that. “Maaaybe. You gonna help me out with that?” She bent her head down to nip and kiss along his collarbone.

“Gonna give it my best shot.” Wolfwood shot back amiably, chuckling when she snorted. He had learned one of her spots to turn her on, though, and his hand ran down her back to find it, pushing lightly at the joint.

Belle sighed softly as he stroked her back, arching up toward his hand. “Think you’ll do just fine.” She noted with a smile.

With strength he wasn’t sure he had after that bout of sickness, he shifted his weight, throwing her to one side and climbing on top of her with a grin. He bent his head to kiss and nibble along her collarbone, then the swell of a breast. He tended to relax when she was mellow.

Belle squealed with delight when he pushed her over, and laughed when he kissed and teased her. That felt so nice. She ran her fingers through his hair, groaning loudly when he moved down to her breast. “Mmmm.”

She responded when he did that, so he kept doing it. He moved his free hand down between her legs, stroking lightly to get her wound up. “Ah, Belle,” he murmured, “you’re incredible.”

She squirmed a little against his hand, gasping softly. “You’re incredible too.” Her voice was higher, and she was already a little wet. Being around him just got her worked up, and she didn’t mind that fact at all.

He could feel every reaction, and he appreciated that she didn’t just lie there. It was a whole lot more fun when both parties participated. “Normally,” Wolfwood murmured in her ear, “I’d suggest something a little more acrobatic, but you did say you were tired. I actually feel pretty good. So I got this.” Missionary wasn’t bad, especially when he wanted to pamper her a little.

Belle laughed. “I thought I was supposed t’ be givin’ you a rest.” She didn’t mind if he took control. She was more tired than she realized.

“I’m pretty sure I can take it.” He was about half sure he could take it, but dammit, he wanted to drive her a little nuts. And besides, he’d promised her a couple of orgasms. He spread her legs a little wider, replacing his hand with his mouth.

Belle was mid laugh when he ducked his head between her legs. The noise she made sounded more like an exotic bird than a human. She went back to laughing when the shock subsided. She just wanted to laugh and fuck and sleep for the rest of the night.

He wasn’t entirely okay with the fact she was laughing, but he didn’t think it was because of his ability. Wolfwood bent his head to work a little harder.

Belle got her giggles under control pretty quickly once he really got going. She stroked her fingers through his hair again, moaning and writhing a little as he worked his magic.

“That’s better,” Wolfwood murmured with a grin before going back in. It was stupid to say out loud, but she tasted nice - women did have different tastes, and she was sharp and clean, much like her personality.

She let out one last giggle at his comment, but she was really much more into the other things he was doing with his mouth. For a man who’d gone years without a girlfriend he was very attentive. The fact that he’d elected to do this without her asking was nice, too. Her breathing got faster and she became more vocal, gripping the blankets as her body reacted to his tongue. She tried to keep her voice down, but it was hard to focus on that when it all became too much. She groaned loudly as she came, her body tensing each time his tongue moved until she was finally too sensitive to handle it anymore.

There were some things you didn’t forget - his girlfriend when he’d been stationed at Fort McAllan had been unforgettable, and she’d given him a crash course on eating a woman out. She’d also given him the best oral he’d ever had, even now. Wolfwood remembered that woman fondly.

For now, he kissed his way back up her body, taking a second to lean next to her, getting his equilibrium back. He had no intention of letting her get much less sensitive, but he did want a second to breathe.

Belle was still gasping for air when he settled next to her, but she turned and kissed him anyway. “That was amazin’.”

“Thank you.” Wolfwood liked that kiss. He’d reach over for a condom in a minute, but he kind of liked this for the time being.

She didn’t mind the waiting time. It gave her a chance to catch her breath. She stroked her hand down his side, pausing when she hit the waist of his pants. “Tsk. You’re overdressed.” She turned onto her side, meeting his eyes, a smile on her lips. “Lemme take care of that for you.” She pushed him onto his back and moved to straddle his legs. She’d have to move once she got his pants down over his hips, but this would give her the leverage needed to get that far.

He’d just sort of forgotten, at least until his anatomy made it hard to forget. Wolfwood sighed, smiling with closed eyes. “Thank you.”

She was pretty good at getting people undressed in all manner of positions. She tugged them under his hips, then moved down his legs, taking his pants along with her. As she moved she bent down so her breasts brushed against his cock, and when she was a little further down she licked the tip as well.

Once his pants were disposed of Belle crawled back into bed. She wrapped her leg around his waist and kissed him passionately, her fingernails dragging over his scalp a little.

Goddamn, he could fall in love with her. Wait. He wasn’t supposed to think that. He tried to think about the here and now instead, with limited success; Wolfwood kissed her back just as hard, letting his hands wander from her cheek and neck down over her breasts and hips. She was just straight up fun to touch.

Belle shivered when he touched her. Her nerves were still pretty sensitive. She drew her fingers down his neck and shoulders, being careful not to scratch where it would show. She didn’t want to mark him up like that. She used her nails more freely as she got lower, moving her leg so she could drag them over his butt and hip.

He liked those scratches, groaning softly and leaning into her hand. "Goddamn, Belle," he murmured in her ear. Where was that condom?

Belle was thinking something very similar. She looked over at his nightstand. “Shoulda been better prepared.”

It took some stretching over her, but eventually he found one in the back of the drawer. “Gonna stock up,” he promised, managing a smile. “Promise.”

Belle laughed, relieved he’d found something to use. “I have a condom in my pants, we’d have been fine.” She was glad they didn’t have to move. “How you wanna do this? I’m open t’ anything.” Pun fully intended. she smirked up at him.

“Careful, I’ll spank you.” Wolfwood smirked right back. He dealt with the condom, leaning back over to kiss her hard. “I kind of like it against the wall, honestly, but I think I’d fall over right now.” He didn’t like admitting he wasn’t 100%, but well, he wasn’t.

The kiss made her whole body react, and she pulled her nails over his shoulders. After the reaction he’d given earlier, she had the idea that their sex life was about to get pretty intense. “Next time.” She promised. “For both of those.” She tugged his hips down, meeting his eyes. “But tonight all I care about is fuckin’ you as thoroughly as we both can handle.”

He didn’t like blood or anything too crazy, but he did like it a little bit rough. “I am game for that,” he told her, looking at her with a smirk in his eyes. He really could get attached.

“Thought you might be.” She replied. Her legs wrapped around his trying to draw him downward.

Wolfwood didn’t need much more convincing, but he wanted to try something different; instead of climbing on top of her, he knelt, pulling her body lightly downward until he had enough leverage to rock into her from an entirely different angle. It might not last long, given it’d hurt his knees, but hopefully it would feel incredible.

Belle was surprised, but quite pleased at the result. She was very vocal about it, too, moaning loudly as he thrust inside her. “Mon Dieu!” She put her hands over his so she could be touching him at least a little bit. He’d be doing all the work in this position.

“Wrap your legs around,” Wolfwood directed, helping her arch up even as he moved down to meet her.

She nodded and did as directed, her heels resting on the fleshy part of his butt. She didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, after all. She was extremely turned on by the fact that he could just grab her and pick up half her body. She arched up gracefully, propping herself up with her arms.

Maybe it was a little acrobatic, but it was good. Wolfwood groaned when she dug in, rocking forward a little faster.

She groaned loudly, pleased that he was making a little noise this time, too. This angle let him get a lot deeper and the difference was amazing. Her legs gripped him tight as he moved inside her, crying out as each thrust sent waves of heat through her belly. His attention earlier meant she was still very sensitive, it didn’t take long at all for her to orgasm again, her entire body clenching tight, her hips angling so he was hitting her most sensitive spots when he moved.

It took him a little longer to climax, but he appreciated that she rolled with it. Wolfwood got a hell of a lot out of watching her arch with him, knowing she was that acrobatic. “Fuck,” he ground out, trying to catch his breath after coming. “God.”

The best thing about being a woman was that she wasn’t out of the game when she came. Her body relaxed after he finished, until she used her legs as leverage to pull herself up and kiss him. She really hoped he didn’t lose his balance, this was only slick if they both avoided being concussed in the process.

It worked out pretty slick, actually; if he hadn’t just climaxed it would have helped him get there. Wolfwood wrapped his arms around her and kissed back hard, sighing happily. “Fuck,” he said again, still laughing.

She laughed with him, holding on tight. Thank God he’d kept his balance. “Mmm, that was fantastic. I’m glad you’re feelin’ better.” She spoke it softly in his ear, before tugging playfully on it with her teeth.

“You and me both,” Wolfwood told her, chuckling, still holding her close. He smiled. “I did talk a little to Vanille, by the way,” he told her, shifting his legs so he wasn’t sitting on his feet anymore. “I tried to fix it. Don’t know how well I did.” But she was here now, and it made things a little better.

“It’ll work out in the end, I’m sure. She just needs some time t’ settle down.” She kissed his neck softly, then slowly lowered her legs until she was kneeling in front of him. She sighed softly as they separated, then chuckled a little. “I think I need a cigarette after all that. Mind if I borrow your robe?”

“Nah, go ahead. It’s on the peg in the closet.” He’d had the same robe for at least a decade; there were patches starting to look threadbare, but it was comfortable and lived in and he loved it. Looking at her in it was a nice idea.

She nodded and kissed his neck. “Merci. Won’t be but a minute.” She just had to get her cigarettes out of her pants and head out to his balcony. The robe made her laugh. “Oh, the poor thing. Was it tortured?” She teased as she pulled it on.

"I got that thing about a day before I made sergeant." Wolfwood laughed. "It's a senior citizen." But it was soft and comfy, and he liked it, dammit.

Belle laughed as well. It was pretty comfortable. “I’ll try not to get it too smokey.” She grabbed her cigarettes on her way outside. She needed the fresh air as much as the cigarette. Wolfwood was really good company. She was a little worried she was getting too attached.

Wolfwood was thinking something similar, and yet he didn’t want to try and ignore it. He went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom, still just thinking. He wasn’t going to talk to her about it - at least not now - but he could get very used to this, and it both excited and worried him.

Belle leaned on the side of the building as she smoked, mulling over the week’s events. She decided to just enjoy things for now. They’d taken out a pretty bad terrorist cell, she’d almost been blown up, and her former lover and roommate had poisoned her current lover on accident. Now wasn’t the time to make any kind of decisions about anything. Well, except maybe whether she still had enough energy to cook something small before bed.

She finished her cigarette and stubbed it out, tossing the butt in the trash on the way back to the bedroom. Food could wait for later, she’d make a nice breakfast to make up for it.

Wolfwood had gone back into the bedroom after scrubbing up a little, liking that he’d had the energy to make it between the bathroom and the bedroom after the last few days. He wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay, but he wouldn’t object if she did.

Belle smiled at him, hanging his robe back up carefully. “So did I snore last time I slept over?” She still needed to clean up a little herself, but she wanted to talk to him. Too bad she couldn’t just yell from the bathroom.

“Don’t think so. If you did it didn’t keep me up.” Wolfwood chuckled. “Good sex knocks me out. Really, it’s a compliment.” He hoped she laughed, but it was actually true. Sex was a specific kind of workout, even if other things were more difficult.

She did laugh. “I know what you mean. I’ve been sleepin’ really well since we started hookin’ up.” She smirked at him, tucking her cigarettes back into her pocket. “I’m gonna wash up, I’ll be right back.”

“No problem.” Wolfwood watched her go, appreciating the view. For now, he’d just do that. Whatever happened, with her job or the county or even if she just got tired of him, he couldn’t change it much.

She washed up and dried herself off as quickly as she could. She wanted to snuggle Nicholas a little before he went to sleep. She felt a little like she had to make up for lost time. She smiled when she walked into the room, a soft, sweet smile. He looked damn good when he was relaxed. She was glad he could enjoy himself with her. She turned the light off and slid into bed, wrapping her arm around his waist. “I hope you sleep well, cheri.”

“Likewise.” Wolfwood guessed she was going to stay, which was fine by him. He kissed her neck, closing his eyes. “I’ll try not to wake you, if I gotta get up first.”

She sighed softly, slowly retracting her arm so he could sleep. “Don’t mind too much if y’ wake me.”

“Aye aye,” Wolfwood murmured before falling asleep.