Sarah Connor is cursed to be ever vigilant (ever_vigilant) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-29 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, logan howlett (wolverine), neena thurman (domino) |
Ground rules are good.
Who: Logan and Domino
What: The morning after
Where: Dom's apartment
When: This morning
Rating: PG-13 (any smut is only hinted at)
Status: Complete.
Logan woke first. This wasn't uncommon with him. He liked to take a few moments to collect himself, alone, before his lover woke up. It also allowed him to study the woman. You could tell a lot by how someone slept.
Dom liked to sleep on her side, one hand tucked under her pillow where a gun was usually kept safe. A few strands of her hair had made it into her mouth, which she was still sleepily chewing on.
She had the kind of body, now that he could see it, that showed it was used to all kinds of dangerous encounters - interesting scars in some places, and a few that were obviously gun shot wounds. There were a few faded tattoos along one shoulder that appeared to be the logos of various mercenary bands, and a birthmark on her left butt cheek that looked like a black leopard spot.
She'd hogged most of the sheets, too.
Logan ran calloused fingers along some of Dom's scars. Each one spoke of a story, not unlike the scars that marked his own body. Fights, and accidents and a life time of hard, sometimes brutal work.
He'd learned a few things about that birthmark last night, and again earlier this morning, and grinned as he stroked it lightly.
She mewled a bit in response, and twitched in place. Obviously the things he'd learned about that birthmark were still applicable, even while she was dozing.
His grin grew wider, but he let the woman be, slipping out of bed to use the restroom.
While he was in the incredibly immaculate bathroom, Dom purred and stretched a bit, then rolled over and squeezed an eye open. The bed was all messed up and smelled of guy and sex, and she swallowed down the polar opposite mixture of emotions that always stirred in her.
She rolled out of bed and started pulling the sheets off. Then wondered if the guy in question would think that was neurotic. After a while of staring at her sheets, she wondered why she cared about what he thought.
"Coffee," she finally grunted at herself. She headed to her kitchen to brew it, leaving the bed in its half pulled apart state.
Walking out of the bathroom, he stared at the bed and processed it's state, comparing it to the beer incident last night. Snerk.
He pulled on boxers and headed downstairs, pausing in the doorway to watch Dom work. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, but damn that smelled good.
And looked good.
While Dom couldn't claim to be an expert at bringing strange men home from bars, she'd had a small amount of experience with handling the awkward morning after.
It was usually best to get the whole 'no strings' thing out of the way before the act, but she'd been too busy taking his clothes off for that. She decided to be straight with him, but got out two coffee mugs. It was just rude to kick a guy out without some form of breakfast.
Coffee was now breakfast. Logan was used to that. Some mornings he subsisted on beer and leftover beer.
As if reading her mind, he said, "Was a good time, darlin' but maybe we ought to set some ground rules."
To be fair, she was pretty sure if she tried to feed him her eggs she'd never see him again. That's how bad they were, generally.
She tried not to look relieved as she poured some coffee into his mug and handed it to him, "Ground rules are good. They keep people from doing stupid shit."
He'd eaten some horrible eggs in his time. He'd be the judge of that. He was also used to people doing stupid shit, "Learned a long time ago where you have strings an' where you cut 'em."
"Sometimes it's best just to not have any to begin with," Dom nodded, and leaned against her counter. It sounded like he was the kind of guy who understood the kind of girl she was, which was a good start.
"I'm a professional, I have a career that doesn't work well with people unless it's an investigation or an arrest." Or an assassination, or an interrogation, or..., Dom listed off in her head, then shook it, "You're an awesome lay, good in a fight, and fun to drink with. That's where it'll stay on my end."
They should shake on it. Logan dismissed the thought, it was funny though, "Ain't lookin' for flowers an' perfume, no. No strings."
Dom held out the hand that wasn't on a coffee mug, fully intending to actually shake on it.
"No strings. No perfume or candies or flowers. I do like chocolates though," She winked.
She was going to shake on it? Logan laughed and shook her hand, "Chocolate, I'll keep that in mind." He pulled her against him and then shoved her up against the fridge, leaving a trail of teeth marks along her throat.
Hot coffee splashed around places, making the kissing dangerous and hot in more than one way, but Dom didn't care at all. She made a mental note to disinfect her fridge door later, but otherwise resolved to enjoy herself.
Especially since kissing against the fridge was going to lead to other things against the fridge, which was actually one she'd never done before.
Yeah, this was a good fucking arrangement. And a good arrangement for fucking, too. Afterwards, about the only thing keeping him standing was the fact he was pressing her against that fridge.
Why did he think it would be hot to do this while getting shot at?
Because it totally would be. And she'd say so if he ever mentioned it.
This was something to consider! He toweled them both down and tossed the towel in a laundry basket, "I should get goin', Dom. Kings are playin' the Leafs tomorrow night. Want to catch a beer an' a game?"
Dom laughed, "I don't officially start work until next week, so I'm up for that."
He headed back to the bedroom, pulling on his torn shirt and fixing his belt and pants as best he could, then walked back into the kitchen, "See you tomorrow then."
"See you then, hot stuff." She got the door for him and slapped him on the ass on his way out.Hot Canadian Ass