Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-12-20 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells, logan howlett (wolverine) |
I suppose we could always come to a compromise.
Who: Logan and Helena
What: Hooking up at a charity event
When: During the mistletoe plot, but they didn't really need any mistletoe
Where: Event, then a bar
status: complete
Rating: PG-13 for flirting
Every once in awhile, Logan liked to fancy himself up a bit and go out. He was at home in a dive bar in leather but he could also look the part in a nice suit at a high class function. Or a charity event as the case might be.
He took a sip of his drink and looked around. The downside to this was he was bored out of his mind. He might look the part, but he could definitely use something to do. He shoulda invited Kitty or Rogue. They at least knew how to get into trouble.
Helena enjoyed charity events, doing what she could to donate to good causes when she could. She had the time this year to attend some functions if she wanted, so she’d dressed up. Helena was one who rarely, if ever, wore dresses or skirts. She was wearing a nice pair of black dress pants and a crisp white blouse. Her black hair looked like liquid silk, and she suddenly thought she’d need a haircut soon because it was getting rather long.
With Harley watching the kids, Helena was able to enjoy herself. She’d already said good night to the girls, and told Harley she’d probably be home late depending on how entertaining the evening was.
Though it wasn’t hard to pick out the guy who looked bored out of his mind. Helena moved towards him, pausing along the way to chat with a couple people before she came up to him.
“You look like you could use some excitement,” she said smoothly with a bit of a smirk on her face. The top few buttons on her blouse were undone, giving a little view of her chest and cleavage. Her locket was the only thing breaking up that view of skin.
It was lucky Harley let her leave the house, if only because of the hair and blouse combination and the things it did to her. But she got a chance to be mom all by herself for a night, for Lucy and for Christina too, and once Helena was gone oh were they going to break almost every rule. As a special treat.
Logan glanced at her, and gave her a gruff, yet friendly smile as his eyes dipped. “Do I look that bored?”
Once she got back home, Helena would certainly let Harley peel the clothes off of her all too happily. She did enjoy driving her wife crazy in the good way. Helena could be a terrible tease at times.
“Not overly so. I’ve seen people look more bored before.” Helena chuckled. “Though one can scarcely complain when the money goes to a good cause. Yet I would say they could have better entertainment.” She felt like the night needed something a bit more lively to it. Harley definitely had an effect on her in that way. And she certainly didn’t mind it, rediscovering her playfulness had done wonders for her.
“The music is a bit dull. This party needs somethin’ to make it more entertaining. ” Logan adjusted his collar, looking up at the woman as he held out his hand. “I’m Logan, nice to meet ya.”
“It could use a little rock and roll touch. Something a little edgy.” Helena was more into classic rock than she was modern rock, but there was something to be said about music with a bit of an edge to liven the atmosphere. Though at his name, Helena arched an eyebrow and gave him a closer look. He seemed to meet the description Harley had given her. “I’m Helena, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you happen to know a woman by the name of Harley?”
“I’ll take disco at this point.” Logan wrinkled his nose. “Some classic rock would be better. Any rock.” In another life he’d met both Elvis and Johnny Cash. “Harley? Kinda crazy, tie dyed hair?”
“If this makes you prefer disco, then clearly this party needs some life injected into it.” Helena replied. She was not a disco fan herself, so she understood that kind of sentiment. “Yes, that would be her. She mentioned you, and it would seem you are the one she spoke of.”
“Huh. Small world.” He itched to smoke, or drink something harder. Or both. “You’re not gonna shoot me are you? I just got this suit cleaned.” He’d opted to believe Harley about her relationship, but sometimes people lied, and the ring was pretty obvious.
Helena chuckled. “If I were going to shoot you, I would have already done so.” She winked at him. “Besides, she and I have an open marriage. There is nothing to get up in arms about.” She had to say, he looked good all dressed up. “Even with the lack of good music and better drinks, at least it’s for a good cause.” Helena had spent some money. It was the season, after all!
“I’ve heard that before,” Logan said, a sly smile on his face. “Nearly got shot over it. But it was worth it.”
He nodded towards the refreshments. “Want anything?”
“So long as it is worth it, then that is what matters most.” Helena chuckled. It tended to take more than that for her to shoot someone. Now, if Logan had hurt Harley? Then yes, Helena would shoot him, though not before making him hurt.
“I would, yes.” She flipped some hair over her shoulder as she glanced over at the refreshments. “I have to see what they have to offer. Champagne isn’t quite going to cut it.” She wasn’t a champagne drinker. Oh she’d have a glass when celebrations called for it, but when she was just enjoying herself like this? She preferred whiskey.
There didn’t appear to be whiskey, and the snack foods left a lot to be desired. It wouldn’t be so bad except the money saved probably wasn’t going to the charity, or the refreshments were donated by cheapskates. So Logan picked up two glasses, reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask. “Sometimes you gotta be prepared.”
She smirked at seeing the flask. “I do like a man who comes prepared.” There were many who didn’t come prepared by any stretch of the imagination. “What do you have in the flask?” She’d drink whatever it was because the refreshments here were sorely lacking.
“Jack Daniels. Quick and easy.” And pretty good too, even if a lot of people might get snobby about it. Logan had his favorite but he wasn’t going to put that in a flask unless he had a good reason for it. He poured, and offered her a glass. “For the lady.”
“A good choice.” Helena had her favorites when it came to whiskey, and she liked Jack Daniels. “Thank you,” she said as she took the glass. She didn’t fully understand people getting snobby over liquors. She got the whole quality of the product aspect, and that if you weren’t spending top dollar, the liquor wasn’t good. But when it came down to it, all liquor would do the job you wanted it to in the end, so what was the point of getting snobby? “This certainly makes the evening better.” She raised her glass in toast to Logan.
“You’re welcome, darlin’.” Logan toasted her back. He had that way of using the word darling where it balanced between inappropriate and endearing. It probably helped he used it with men too.
Not many of them would be willing to pick a fight over it either. Logan knocked back his glass, the burning lasting all of a few seconds.
Helena liked the use of darling. She used that term as well with people. It tended to vary between being a term of endearment and being a snide remark towards someone she disliked. She took a drink of the whiskey, feeling it burn its way down her throat.
“Now that hits the spot,” she commented with a smirk. “Much better than what’s being offered here.”
“I like to keep some around. Never know when you need a good stiff drink.” Made him sound like an alcoholic, and technically he’d be one but did it really matter when the effects lasted a maximum of five minutes? And that required a binge. A beer buzz lasted three seconds.
“That is quite true.” Helena wasn’t one to judge unless she saw it was actually a problem impeding the person and herself in the process. Until then, people could do whatever they wanted and she wouldn’t judge. “You look like a guy who knows how to enjoy himself, or at the very least bring some life to the party, as it were.”
“You’ll have to pay me more to get up on the table.” He grinned at her, pouring more into their glasses before slipping the flask back into his jacket. “Last time I was this dressed up I was in another country, in a casino.”
“What’s the minimum price for that?” Helena responded with a grin. She had a quick wit and was not above teasing people. She was curious about Logan. “You look good. While getting dressed up is nice to do, I would not wish to do it to this extent on a regular basis.” Unless Harley asked her to, then she probably would just to watch her wife’s reactions to her.
“I dunno, how much for Make-a-Wish again?” Logan winked, then gave her a once over. Not the first one by any means. “I think you win the contest on lookin’ good.” Not many women could really pull off that look, and he appreciated it when one did.
There really weren’t too many looks he didn’t find attractive though.
“Such a high price, though not unexpected. Such an outburst should come with a high price.” Helena smirked at him and took another drink of whiskey. “Thank you.” She noticed his once over, and she rather enjoyed it. While some women could stun in a dress, Helena was the type who could stun in pants and pant suits. Though she could also knock people dead in a dress when she was pressed to wear one.
“So, what sorts of things would you think could liven this evening up?” There was certainly something attractive about Logan, and it wasn’t just that he was handsome. Helena was rather fond of people who had edges to them, and she was rather good at picking those edges out.
“What kinda things you interested in?” Logan tilted his head. “We could blow this joint. I already paid a small fortune. Hop on my bike, go somewhere else.”
“As it happens, I’m rather fond of motorcycles. I’m up for leaving, I already paid my fair share as well.” Helena stepped closer to him, invading his personal bubble as she finished off her glass of whiskey. “Besides, I think we’ve earned ourselves some measure of fun after making generous donations.”
“Sounds perfect.” Logan offered up his arm to her. “I’d offer up a nice pub crawl but I drink like a fish an’ that wouldn’t be fair to you.”
He still had some ideas. Helena seemed like the kind of woman that belonged in a speakeasy.
He knew a speakeasy.
Taking his arm, she smiled. “I would rather not be the only one making a fool of myself, no.” Helena chuckled as she let him lead the way. “Though I am not afraid to try new things.” Within reason, of course. She didn’t do drugs or anything like that.
Logan nodded, and guided her out of the affair, and to the elevator. Someone gave them a look and he nodded his head in their direction as they got inside. Someone else had stuck up some mistletoe, dangling it from the ceiling. Normal mistletoe, nothing evil. “Cute.”
She didn’t mind the look, she never really minded them. Helena didn’t care about what others thought of her. She glanced up at the mistletoe, raising an eyebrow and chuckled softly. “Very. Do we indulge in the spirit of the holiday?” She definitely wasn’t opposed to kissing him, especially since it wasn’t a compulsion.
“I ain’t gonna deny a pretty lady,” Logan replied. He’d have to stand on his toes, but that was usually worth it. He randomly missed Ororo, but banished her from her mind. It wouldn’t do to think of someone while kissing someone else.
Helena chuckled softly before she leaned in and kissed Logan. Despite it being just mistletoe, Helena didn’t just kiss someone half-heartedly either. She made it a good kiss.
It was a good kiss, and Logan gave it back in equal measure. He slid his hand behind her head, letting his lips speak, so to speak. And there might have been just the briefest amount of tongue.
She definitely echoed the brief amount of tongue, and Helena rather enjoyed the kiss. She brushed her fingers along his cheek and through the mutton chops on Logan’s face. It was rather sexy facial hair, certainly better than some of the proverbial twirly moustached men she’d kissed in her dreams. After several moments, she broke the kiss, pulling back only enough to look at him. “You are certainly an excellent kisser,” she commented with a sultry smile.
“Mmm...can only take it half-way, darlin’. You took it the rest of the way.” Kissing, like love making, was teamwork. Fucking less so but that also depended on the kind of fucking. Some people sometimes just wanted to be bent over a table and used and Logan was happy to oblige that too.
Helena would look great bent over something. Logan smirked. “Bike is this way.”
Helena had different moods when it came to sex. Sometimes she liked being the one in control. Others she preferred love making. And others, she preferred to be bent over something and hammered. “It is ever so much better when teamwork is involved,” she responded with a smirk, then followed along in the direction Logan indicated.
He laughed. The garage was kind of creepy quiet, and he tilted his head as they walked, listening for anything that could be a problem. Granted, it would be a problem for the other person, but still. A devious little mistletoe started towards them, then stopped. Those two didn’t need any help. But there was a diner that had some people that needed a push, so it disappeared out into the city.
Logan’s bike was a Harley, the classic kind of chopper that honestly someone would expect him to have.
The garage was indeed quiet, but Helena wasn’t afraid. She was never really afraid of these situations. Helena could defend herself quite easily. She had knowledge of two different martial arts, and she was with Logan who had the look that he shouldn’t be messed with. So she felt rather safe currently. Upon seeing the bike, she had to smile and admire it.
“You have a Harley. It’s a nice looking one at that. I do have an appreciation for the more classic kind of style.” And as was usual, Helena was a walking innuendo, but she didn’t think Logan minded.
“I like someone who can appreciate the classics,” Logan replied, in a tone that indicated he was one of the classics. He let his hand slide down her back a bit, before getting onto the bike. “Hope you like a little bit of roughness.”
A little shiver ran up her spine as his hand slid down her back. “Not at all, I do fancy a bit of roughness.” Helena smirked at him before she got on the bike behind him and slid her arms around his middle. She pressed up against his back, possibly more than was necessary for the situation. Though she hoped he wouldn’t mind.
Why would Logan mind? He revved the engine, glancing behind him before tearing out of the garage like the devil himself was after them. The bike was tuned well and clearly cared for, and once they were on the streets it was a smooth ride. “This good?”
Helena hung on tightly to Logan, more than loving the rush that came with how he took off. The ride was certainly a smooth one once they were on the streets. This was definitely the start of making things more exciting for the evening. “It is very good.” She responded with a smile.
“Good. Ain’t the kinda place to get all dressed up for but no one is gonna care.” He turned down some side streets, entering a seedy part of town. “How well can you hold your booze?”
The seedy part of town did peak her interest, but not in a bad way. On the contrary, it kind of energized her a bit. “I can hold it pretty well. Why do you ask? Do you have some plan of challenging me to shots or something?” She certainly wasn’t opposed to it, and she had a playful tone to her voice.
“My dream gift,” Logan explained, glancing behind him and giving her a feral grin. “I can’t get drunk. So you ain’t gonna win any drinking contests. But I ain’t gonna do anything if you're wasted. Don’t work that way.”
“Lucky you,” she commented. That would be a somewhat useful ability to have. “Though I am glad to know there are still gentlemen that exist.” Helena smiled, giving him a little appreciative pat to his stomach. Not that she’d ever been taken advantage of, but she’d met some real sleezes in the past.
Logan smiled, pulling into a parking lot in front of a comfortable and warm looking bar. The kind of classy version of a dive bar. A good place for a good drink. He undid his bowtie. “Smoothest whiskey in town, darlin’.”
Looking over the outside of a bar, Helena could tell it seemed to be an inviting place. She smiled and slid off the bike, brushing a hand through her hair which seemed to be way too perfect to have just been on a motorcycle ride. “I am looking forward to it. And I am rather glad I didn’t wear a dress that would be far too formal for this.” She was still dressed up, but at least pants and a blouse tended to fit in most anywhere relatively easily.
“Easier access,” Logan joked, even as he got the door for her. With the tie off and jacket shrugged off, he looked a little dashing. Maybe unbuttoning a couple of buttons helped. He signaled the woman at the bar with two fingers, then led Helena to a booth. “This place feels better.”
“True, but where’s the fun in that? Part of the fun is undressing the other person to some degree.” She replied with a gleam in her eyes. Helena sat down in the booth, immediately crossing her legs. She then took enough time to shoot Harley a text that she ran into Logan at the charity and it was almost a given she’d be home later than anticipated. She chuckled and glanced around. “It does seem both more lively and more relaxed.” Even as she said that, she had perfect posture. Helena didn’t slouch unless she was having an emotional crisis.
Oh, he liked her, she was flirty. “There is that, but you always run the risk of ripping something.” Or clawing it open, which Logan had been known to do.
“More relaxed, except for you,” Logan pointed out, like it was something that needed to be taken care of. And he’d be happy to do it.
“Ah, but sometimes ripping something adds more to the moment.” There was always room for a good tear of clothing that added to the arousal of the moment. Helena had been known to rip clothing from her partners now and then. And she certainly didn’t mind having her own ripped. So long as she was left with enough clothing in tact to get home without causing a scandal, of course.
“I suppose there could be something done about making me more relaxed.” And there was a smirk to match that gleam in her eye.
“I can think of a few things,” Logan said as the drinks arrived. The whiskey was dangerously smooth, but it really was the best in town, at least as far as he was concerned. Besides his own place, anyway.
“So what do you do, Helena?”
“I am open to suggestions,” she responded smoothly. Helena took her drink in hand and took a drink. Man that was some damn smooth whiskey. She certainly liked the taste of it.
“I am a forensic archaeologist. Not exactly a job for the faint of heart, but I enjoy it.”
“So you’re the person that listens to the stories dead men tell,” Logan replied, taking another sip. It wasn’t an easy job. Sure, he could smell or hear things that others couldn’t, but he wasn’t trained in actually studying a body to determine what that story was. So he was impressed.
“In a manner of speaking, yes. I do the external examination and, when required, unearthing the remains. Some are harder to take than others.” That didn’t even have to do with how recently or in what manner the person was killed. The circumstances surrounding it could be bad enough. Such as that mass grave she’d worked on in Germany. That was probably her toughest job of them all.
“Takes an iron stomach for that kinda work.” Logan toasted her with his glass. “And a sexy brain.” Wasn’t there a tv show like that? Logan didn’t watch much tv, but he seemed to recall something about it.
“That it does.” She sipped her drink, then grinned. “Thank you.” Helena was rather proud of her sexy brain. She could probably do something more with her brain in a professional manner, but that was what hobbies were for, right? Plus she loved her job. “What do you do, Logan?”
“I run a bar. Not this one.” Logan took another sip of his whiskey. “Also own an outreach center for disadvantaged youths. Leave the day to day running of that to other people.”
He could run it himself but it had been the right call when he’d made it. Neal had been the right choice.
“Which bar? Perhaps I should stop in sometime.” A warm smile crossed her face at the second part of his statement. “That is a good thing to do, to help others like that. Especially those who need it the most.” Helena liked giving back, and she had quite the soft spot when it came to children.
“The Nightcrawler,” Logan said. It was a reference few would actually understand, but an important one to him. “It has a nice side benefit as a place for people who might be affected by certain dreams to practice things that could maybe get people hurt.”
He wasn’t afraid to talk about that sort of thing, and he knew Harley was a dreamer.
Helena made note of the name. “That is certainly a good thing. Some of us who dream need a place like that.” Helena didn’t. She just needed a place to test her inventions, but Asami had provided her with that opportunity. But she’d heard several talk about having powers that required a good place to practice them in.
Logan nodded. That answered that question, at least. He leaned back, and said in an exaggerated voice, “Tell me your dreams, darlin’.”
Taking both the fact she didn’t like talking about the major details of her dreams with many people and his exaggerated tone, she opted for the more abstract meaning of his statement. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, Logan. You see, I am a woman of many dreams.” She smirked at him over the rim of her glass.
There was something about the curve of her lips that was just a little distracting. Logan grinned back. “How about this. What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
It was a fair question, and a little bit proof that Kitty and Rogue had rubbed off on him as much as the other way around.
Helena had to laugh at his response. “Well, let me see. Considering being successful is far too general to count as an answer, I shall instead go with wanting to be the best at whatever it is that I do. I am rather competitive, and I enjoy coming out on top.” That was probably way more insinuation than was necessary, but Helena was flirtatious by nature. And there was something about Logan that just brought it out of her. It was probably the feral edges on him, or the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled.
“See that might be a problem. I like coming out on top too. But I ain’t ever thought a woman didn’t deserve to be on top either. Sometimes the view is really nice from down here.” A joke about his height and some more innuendo? He couldn’t help it.
Sipping her drink, another gleam passed through her eyes. “I suppose we could always come to a compromise. Perhaps each of us getting a turn on top? It would only be fair. Besides, you should get the higher ground at some point.” And she couldn’t help that little joke about his height.
“I work best from higher ground,” Logan said, voice low and rumbly. “Tactical advantage, and experience.” He paused, then added, “Can hold my breath a long time too.”
Okay, that certainly sent arousal to the pit of her stomach. She licked her lips. “Holding one’s breath is certainly a useful skill. I am rather good with my mouth.” Harley could attest to that, both as a female and a male. “Something tells me that you are also rather strong. And I have been told you have certain claws that can work to your favor as well.” Helena insinuated him using those claws to remove clothing. Which was rather a turn on for her.
Logan grunted, but wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him get turned on by her tone and her words, especially the thing about claws. He made a fist, and the claws came out slowly, all three of them. “They can get a little dangerous too. Cut from these can take a long time to heal up.”
She looked at the claws when they came out. She wondered if they hurt, along with several other things that she wasn’t going to ask and break the mood. Perhaps she’d ask at some point in the future. “Anything that is sharp can be dangerous. But sometimes a little danger adds to the experience.”
They returned to his arms with a metallic scraping sound. “Darlin’, my whole life is nothing but danger. But I think I can show you a few things to make your toes curl.” He grinned ferally. “If you wanna see ‘em.”
That feral grin went straight through her, and she leaned forward, both to get a little closer to him and to give him a little better view of her cleavage. “I definitely want to see them.” Helena was one who hardly ran away from something that would make her toes curl.
“Finish that drink and I’ll give you the show of your lifetime.” Well, now that he promised toe curling, he really had to deliver.
For the first time in a long time, Helena almost felt like she was screwed in the non-sexual meaning of the word. But she was intensely curious to see how Logan delivered on that promise. She polished off her drink, both needing the alcohol to try and calm herself until they got somewhere more private, and to simply get to that somewhere more private a little quicker. “Ready when you are,” she said, gazing at him. Her eyes seemed to be darker than they had been before. Though it was difficult to tell considering her eyes were very dark to begin with.
She was an elegantly beautiful woman. The thing about that kind of woman is you could never tell if they needed to be in charge, to be taken charge of, or if there was the wild librarian factor, though Logan was pretty sure at least that was true. He left a tip and slid out of the booth. “Prefer somewhere a little exciting?” Though it was a bit cold to be outside.
Maybe she seemed classier than a screw in the bathroom.
Helena could be all three depending on her mood and so forth. Tonight, she was leaning a little more towards wild librarian. Or at least fighting for being in charge. She got to her feet and smirked at him.
“I do enjoy exciting. Perhaps somewhere we can go multiple rounds?” Simply judging from their conversation, they could probably go multiple rounds.
Logan’s place it was, then. He put his arm around her waist again. Something told him she might actually give him a run for his money. And if he was honest with himself, he could really use that lately. “Might make you regret that.”
She slid her arm around his shoulders as they headed out, and she had to chuckle. “I would like to see you try,” she retorted. It did seem like they were about to have quite the fun in seeing which one of them could come out on top in the end. Helena had a feeling both of them would come out of it with some marks, and she was totally fine with that.