Who: Logan and Alyssa. What: Catching up over steak and beer. When: Right after this thread. Where: Alyssa's house. Rating: PG-13 for FTB shagging. Status: Complete! Also long! (Part 2 of 2.)
"She's a viking. She has an axe. Teachin' her to ride a bike. Not the only one I'm doin' that with either." Logan belatedly pulled away, scratching at the scruff on his cheek. "Firecracker, but cares real strong for people."
“You still have to teach me how to ride one too,” she smiled. Alyssa sighed when he moved away, reaching back out for him and pulling him into a hug. “I’ll only say this once. If you die again, I will cry and never stop, so ... don’t. Not permanently. Do you hear me?” She buried her face into his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, using her seated position to her hugging advantage. “You bastard.”
"Yeah, we can get started on that whenever you want." Logan rubbed her back, smiling down at the top of her head. "Well, we can't have that. If you don't stop cryin' eventually you'll flood your house."
He inhaled deeply, and sighed. "Really didn't want to die, for once."
“I’m not crying, I’m smelling you. You’re ruining the moment.” Her words were muffled against his neck, but she was smiling. “This is why I dumped you. No romance.”
He snorted. He was going to protest, but she did have a point. His way of showing affection tended to be either really obvious or really subtle, with no in between. He stroked her hair. "Eh, you're probably right. But I've done flowers before. I think."
“Flowers aren’t romantic, they’re lazy and a waste of money.” She found herself butting her head into his hand, enjoying the hair stroking more than she should. “Dunno, romance is when one person knows another person well enough to do simple things. I thought you letting me sleep over when I had nightmares was very sweet.”
"That was purely selfish," He joked. His other hand remained on her back. Where it was safe. "Still a standin' offer, but I hope not somethin' you need. But ain't sure that's romance. Sounds more like companionship. Stuff you do for people you love, no matter what kinda love that is. Romance is..." He trailed off. "When someone can make you feel things no one else can. Like there's this big hole in your chest that only they can fill. An' maybe you don't need it filled to live, but when it is..."
“My nightmares are really less bad now.” She leaned back a little when he trailed off, meeting his eyes. “When it is, you do things like move back to California because you missed a grumpy old man?”
Logan smiled ruefully, leaning forward and resting his arms on either side of Alyssa. "I ain't old."
But there was something familiar about that ache. Something to do with why he'd left California in the first place before Christmas. The only part he remembered for sure is he'd planned to come back in time to celebrate it with Laura. He'd just needed to do something first.
“You’re plenty old.” She was still looking at him, wondering why he was leaning forward. She wanted to kiss him, but some part of her didn’t want to be the one who leaned in first. So she moved a tiny bit more forward, but not close enough.
Logan's nostrils flared. "I'm only a hundred fifty."
She laughed, leaning back a little, moment gone. “And you were worried when I was seventeen? Idiot. Everyone you’ve ever slept with has been too young for you. You should get over that, or you’ll never shag again.”
Logan felt both momentary relief and disappointment. He pulled her hips against his pointedly. "Dunno what you mean by that, darlin'. Been shaggin' plenty, just hasn't meant much."
Almost against her will, Alyssa gasped and bit her lower lip. “Well, you should shag someone who means something. You like it better.” She enjoyed sassing him at all times, really.
He smirked at her knowingly. "You know me that well. It's better with someone who means somethin'." Her sass was attractive, her smell was attractive, her legs were attractive. "Fuck. Remember how hard it was to ignore you."
“I know you pretty well in general. And I imagine it is hard to ignore someone who you’re dry humping.” She couldn’t help but grin, reaching up to touch his scar again. “So weird to see you with scars.”
"What do you think about 'em?" They were new to him, and it kind of felt nice when she touched it. He had others, too, but he wasn't about to invite her to look. That way led madness and possibly regret in the morning. Part of him had always gotten stuck on her. Blame the red hair. He had a thing for red hair. Jean ever showed up he'd be fucked. Adult jean or Time-lost-teen-jean. Either way. Fucked.
“You look more handsome. Rugged.” She smiled and looked up at him. “We should either stop or just dispense with the trousers, you know. This is going to drive you crazy.” Because she was fine, of course.
Logan sniffed her, his lips turning up into a knowing smile. "Scent already is."
Alyssa rolled her eyes. “I always forget that you’re super that way. That must be awful when you’re hungry.” She mimicked his gruff voice and tried for a Canadian accent but mostly sounded drunk. “Think I smell bacon, eh.”
The man laughed, lifting her off of the table. "Once followed a smell three miles, just for bacon. But I got control, darlin'. I ain't entirely an animal." Maybe not any more.
“I understand why, bacon’s really good.” Alyssa blinked when he lifted her up, legs and arms going more tightly around him. “Where are we going? Are we going to go find bacon? You just ate.”
He grunted, because that was cheating. She always cheated, even when she wasn't trying to. He hadn't thought that far ahead, mostly he just wanted to be close to her. Most of the women he was close to he wasn't this kind of close to.
“Well, I don’t have any bacon, and we’d have to go to the grocer’s to get any, so you’d have to put me down.” She let her fingers run through the hair on the back of his neck.
Logan carried her back into the living room. "What were you expectin', when you came back?" She just got back a week ago, he wasn't going to screw things up with her again.
“Nothing, really. I promise. I missed you, but ... I don’t know.” She let her legs drop and moved to sit on the sofa. “I expected you to be married to Neena or something. You being single wasn’t part of my plans at all.”
"It's somethin' that's inevitable," Logan replied. He sat next to her, then pulled her back into his lap. It was just a feeling he had but... "An' somethin' I'm okay with. Bein' single."
“It is not inevitable. I told you, I ... I missed you.” She chuckled. “I should make you leave, I’ll get feelings all over you. You like being single, apparently, and I’m still so young.” She waggled her fingers and stuck out her tongue to show how she felt about his opinion on their age disparity.
Logan smirked, grabbing her tongue between thumb and finger. "Know I want you. Ain't sure that's a good idea just yet."
Instead of freaking out, if only because he’d done that to her before, she snapped her teeth playfully at his fingers. Besides, if she said anything, it wouldn’t be intelligible anyway.
He let her tongue snap back into her mouth. "Glad to see you still fall for that." He looked proud of himself.
“Only because you’re still immature enough to do it. I’m the one who fancies a bloke who’s more immature, if you ask me.” She folded her arms and pretended to look upset, but she was smiling. “Do you want those idols? While you’re here.” She stood up, smoothed out her skirt, and walked toward her mother’s old room - her current bedroom. It had her own bed inside, her own things, but a couple of boxes that had “NECESSITIES” written on the side in Nancy’s exacting penmanship.
"God no." Logan got up and followed her, thinking they could burn the things. Or maybe give them to a museum if they were actually ancient. "The fuck I want those for?" He looked around the room. It felt too big for her, but what did he know.
“Fond memories of the time you and Mum traumatized me as a little girl?” Alyssa looked up and handed him two small wood carvings. “I doubt they’re even really fertility idols. Probably just some touristy money sink she wouldn’t have admitted to.”
"I wonder how much if that was really fuckin' with people or not." He turned them over in his hands. One had made in China on the bottom and the other said made in Mexico. "Well, definitely fake. No wonder you ain't ever got knocked up. You should though. Sometimes. I might as well make it three for three in twenty years."
“I should what, get knocked up?” Alyssa’s eyebrow raised. “Did you just ask if you could impregnate me?”
"If I knocked you up I couldn't get frisky with your daughter," he pointed out, with the shit-eating-est grin ever. "We'd make either a good lookin' kid or a really hairy one."
“Logan, all of your children will be hairy. And I’m not having children, so don’t get your hopes up on shagging my daughter.” She rummaged through the box for a bit longer before finding another, larger wooden sculpture. “And here is the weird one of two eagles shagging. Merry Christmas.”
Logan stared at it, then popped his claws. "I think they need to be separated, darlin'." He sheathed them, then sat on her bed. He wondered if she was still seeing dead people. Probably. "Don't wanna pass on the thing?"
“Is Mum’s thing ... wait, I don’t see ghosts, why do you?” She cocked her head to the side. “I’ll just burn it.” Moving to sit on the bed next to him, she put her hand on his knee. “Give me your hand.” Instead of waiting for him to offer it, she took it between her own smaller ones and rubbed between his knuckles, gentle. “Are you all right?”
He closed his eyes and bit back a groan. Right, she knew about the claw soreness. It was almost enough to get him purring. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wasn't rememberin' how your ghost thing worked."
“I just see them. Kind of like you’d see if someone walked into the room.” She kissed his knuckles, moving to rub between the next two. “Still sore?”
"Always." He tensed a little, but he (usually) had good control of his claws, so he wasn't worried about knicking her. "Was just wonderin' if the gift was hereditary."
“It is in my dreams. Mum never told me if she had it, but now that I have my powers, if I were to have a child at all, it would be a girl first. She’d see ghosts, and ... well. Now you know why I’d rather not have children at all.” Alyssa smiled weakly. “Adoption’s an option if I change my mind at any point.”
"That's what I figured," Logan said. What he'd meant about passing on the thing. Gift or curse, he still remembered the bullshit surrounding the tower. "You'd make a good mom. When you're fifty." He turned his hand in her grip, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
“Well, when I’m fifty, I’ll think about it.” She smiled at him, looking at his fingers as they touched hers. “Besides. What Mum bought when she was drunk has no hold over me. Or you, for that matter. I think she just wanted to make sure someone looked after me since she never had.”
"That's somethin' I can do." Watch over her. Keep an eye out. Not throw her onto the bed. That was something he could do, right? Or not do. Or. Whatever.
“I don’t need a parent, I’m an adult.” She sighed. “If I don’t kiss you, it’s never going to happen. Why are you so bloody stubborn?” Reaching up, she turned his head and pulled him down for a kiss, surprisingly gentle despite all her fuss. She mostly wanted to see if that ... thing they’d had was still there.
He slid his hands up her back, then back down to her skirt. He kissed her like he cared, like this was probably a bad idea and he didn't really care about that part of it. He still his hands because he wanted to touch her and that would only prove that's all he wanted from her.
Twining their fingers, Alyssa sighed as their lips parted, chuckling. “I’m sorry. I just had to know.” He still made her heart beat faster and her stomach flip. “Shit.”
"Layin' you out on the bed an' having my way with you's probably a bad idea," Logan replied, voice deep and gravelly.
“Only if you won’t see me again afterward. I care about you. If that bothers you, then you can go. I won’t hold it against you. Honestly, I was an idiot to come back.” She sighed, leaning against him, wishing that growl thing didn’t work on her so well.
“You ain’t an idiot,” he growled, leaning in to nip at her throat. “I’m the idiot. I don’t know what I want right now. You. But I wouldn’t leave afterwards.”
“Then you can do what you want,” Alyssa murmured, baring more of her throat. “But if you even think of saying ‘I told you so’ or anything like that, I will stab you.” She moved closer to him, sighing a little. “You just... it’s just that you matter. We’ll figure out how later. But you do.”
“I’m tryin’ to figure out who’s taken advantage of who,” he murmured back. It sounded like something he’d said before. Maybe he had.
“Yes. The answer you’re looking for is yes. We probably both are. We can stop still. If you’d prefer.” She’d not prefer, but she was courteous.
Logan laughed, biting at her neck several more times before he flipped her over onto the bed, pinning her. When was the last time he had sex with someone who mattered? He quite literally couldnt’ remember.
Neck biting was one of her Things, and Logan surely knew it. Even when he flipped her, she laughed, worrying less and less about how the love bites would look the next day, how people would tease her endlessly for doing this. It didn’t matter. Logan did, and he knew it.
She'd deserve the teasing. He'd deserve the teasing and probably the dirty looks. And the bill for what he just did to her dress.
“Oi!” Alyssa swatted him, then did the same thing to his shirt. “There, see how you like it. Only your shirt probably cost a dollar.” Men could wear undershirts in public and girls couldn’t, it wasn’t fair.
"Five bucks," Logan admitted, hands stroking along Alyssa's hips. "I'll buy you a new dress, maybe one a little longer." He grinned broadly.
“Jesus, who took you shopping?” Alyssa swatted him again before kissing him. “Do not buy me any dresses, you’ll get me a nun’s habit. Are you going to fuss when I sleep with other people after this?” Because this wasn’t the start of anything serious, and nobody knew that more than Alyssa.
"No, I won't fuss." He was actually relieved, and kissed her back before replying. "Don't think I'd mind an open thing right now." A pause, like he was leaving it open to be a closed thing at some undisclosed point in the future. "But I reserve the right to murder anyone who treats you like shit."
“According to you, that’s everyone but you.” She playfully nipped his chin. “Is Scott still around? I feel like I should ring him too.”
Logan shook his head. Scott was the last person he wanted to think about right now. “He took off. Don’t blame him. Think he an’ Frost eloped.”
“Good for him. Those two are better people when they’re around each other.” Alyssa propped herself up onto one elbow. “It’s like Scott Summers is your safe word, he makes your penis just ... stop.”
"He sure as hell doesn't make it start." Logan popped a claw and made like he was going to remove her underwear with it, but he stopped and grinned at her.
Alyssa just laid down and arched her hips into his claw. “Well? I’ve done a bit more since the last time we shagged, Logan. This wouldn’t be the first time someone’s cut off my knickers.”
"You bitched about your dress. Wasn't sure if these were the expensive kind or the cheap kind." He sliced them off, with only the barest brush along her skin.
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, they are, but honestly, I can afford to get new ones.” She put her hands over her head and arched her back slightly, trying her best to look impish.
Logan smirked. He'd have something to say to that, but then his mouth was a bit busy.