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What was causing his sudden heightened mood, burst of energy, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he actually ate breakfast this morning, or the sunlight from earlier today and warm brush of wind that signaled Spring was here, or maybe it was because he has a pretty little thing by his side. All starry-eyed and eager to take care of him, make him happy.

Since you've come to his life, he has no excuse to stare down the bottom of a bottle every night. He doesn't skip meals anymore, because you won't let him. Even if he tries to tell you he's not hungry- you'd pout,

"You're really going to let me eat this all alone?"

And shit, he can never resist the way you stick out your bottom lip and look at him pleadingly with those stunning eyes. So he'll eat a few fries off your plate, finish off your sandwich. sip on your water with you.

What do you know, eating actual food, drinking water, it does make you feel better.

The aches and pain still come. The fits of coughing. The pain of his wounds healing themselves slower than they used too- yet still faster than an average man. Instead of bleeding to death like most men would with injuries he has sustained, he sits in some type of purgatory, not healed, but not dead either.

You're always there though. There to soothe the aches and pains. To rub his back when it gets too much. To clean him up and stitch what hasn't healed yet. You do it with a smile and a kiss.

He hasn't told you he loves you yet, but he's pretty sure you know.

It's not all about what you do for him though. Just who you are. Wonderful, full of life. He sees a future with you. When before, all he wanted was to take that last breath, finally be pretty to rest in the cold dirt; Now, he has reason to keep going, everyday.

The Chrsylers door slams shut, as he watched last of the bachelor's party drunkenly stumble back into the hotel. Normally he'd getting irritated chuaffering around a bunch of drunken fools but he couldn't deny that he was amused by them tonight. In a way, they reminded him of his young self. Bold, arrogant, didn't take life that serious.

As he watched the last nearly nosedive into the glass doors of the hotel entrance, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Pulling out his phone and glasses, he tucked them on and unlocked the screen where he saw your name popped up.

Busy night?

His expression softened at your name and text. Always checking up on him. It's late, you should be asleep. You like to wait up for him despite his pleas for you not too. One of you should at least have a full nights sleep. He looked back at the hotel entrance, making sure none of the bachelors have passed out in the foyer in their own vomit, before returning to the drivers seat.

Once seated, he texts you back.

Got a few jobs

He set his phone on his lap, waiting for you to text back while he stared out the window. The phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it.

Should I expect you late, or do you think you'll come home soon?

Another text from you came in just as he read the first one

I miss you <3

A faint smile stretched across his face. He responds back to you.

I'll see what I can do. Miss you too baby.

He exits your chat, going to the app where he gets his jobs and communicates with customers. The next pickup isn't for an hour. He grumbles to himself, as he felt eager to join your company. He as scowled at the time of the job- your name popped up again.

He clicked on the chat.

To keep you company ;)

Below your text, was an image. An extremely delightful image to grace Logan's eyes. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He let out a soft gasp, eyes growing heavy as he observes the curves of your figure in the dirty picture you have sent him. Your hand strategically placed to block what he really wanted to see.

Fuck

His cock throbbed in his trousers and he quickly palms it with his free hand. He stared at every detail, every single pixel- as if he hadn't already committed you to his memory. He squeezed himself through his pants, a small groan escaping him.

Another picture came in, from another angle.

He swiped the chat away. Quickly going to the work app, he canceled the job. Fuck it if he loses some money- all the blood in his head has rushed down to his second head, he's not thinking straight anymore.

Once the cancellation was confirmed, he put the limo into drive, checked his mirrors and quickly pulled off onto the road, driving towards the highway.

Meanwhile, you're in bed, concerned by a lack of response from Logan. It's marked that he's seen it- and he usually responds. Sometimes you'd get a phone call from him, leading to some phone sex as you get yourself off to the sound of his voice. Never have you received nothing from him though. It made you worry if he got into some trouble.

It's not till you heard the familiar sound of doors opening and shutting that you sat up from bed. You held a blanket over yourself, still nude from the pictures you've taken, and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom.

The door opened, and Logan stood there- looking flustered as hell.

"Oh-" You blinked in surprise, "Lo, honey what are you doi-"

Before you could finish, he was on you faster than you could blink. His hands tore your comforter off you, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him with a yelp, him kneeling onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs and his lips crashed onto yours.

You moaned as he licked into you mouth. He grinds into your core, you could feel his hard cock through his trousers. Your arousal was soaking the cloth of his pants but he didn't care. Your hands clenched at his shirt, desperately grabbing onto him, onto something because he was moving so damn fast you could barely process it.

"Logan!" You gasped, tearing yourself away from his kisses. "Baby- what's got into you?"

"You." He says, lurching forward again, his tongue pressed against yours. His hands explored your figure. Cupping your breasts and rubbing circles into your nipples. He slid them down your curves, pulling you flush against his hips as his kisses trailed down your neck and between the valley of your breasts.

"Mm-" You tipped your head back, arching into him as his tongue ran over your skin, becoming hot and sweaty from Logan's incessant grinding. You pushed him up, sitting yourself up in his lap while meeting him in a heated kiss.

Your hands pushed off his jacket, and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Once you reached the last button, he pulled it off, discarding it to the side. You helped him pulled off his white tank. Revealing his torso, littered with hair and scars. You pressed open mouth kisses over his chest, running your tongue over a nipple- a deep moan from him gracing your ears.

He pushed you back onto the bed, and you watched him quickly undo his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing it down to his thighs.

"Those pictures really riled you up huh?" You smiled.

He looked down at you, and grinned. His smile sent warmth through you- and a little worry. Almost devilish in how he looked at you.

His thumbs hooked into his briefs, pulling them down to join with his pants. His cock waved at you in the air, and you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of it.

Reaching your hand up, you grasped his girth. Your thumb ran along the thick vein that ran from his hip, down to the tip of his head, red and swollen- leaking pre-cum that you used as a lube as you stroked him slowly, watching as his expression melted into something pleasurable.

He wasn't going to let you have all the fun though.

He leaned down over you while you jerked him. His free hand reached down between your thighs, finding your clit. His calloused fingers rubbed circles into you- at the same pace that you stroked him.

His lips brushed over yours, but he didn't fully kiss you. Only a teasing touch as he circled your clit, making your hips squirm. Every time your hand pumped him faster, his own hand worked you faster- until your panting, barely able to focus, your hand moving him on autopilot as you focused on your impending finish.

Only-

He took his hand away. You felt your pleasure melt away, leaving your core aching and needy.

"Logan-" You whined,

"Hush baby." He grumbles, bringing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing them up to your chest. "I got you-"

You angled his cock to your core, as he carefully thrusts into your folds, bumping your clit that elicits a harsh gasp from you each time. Then you felt his tip push into your cunt, and your head fell back in relief as he buried himself in you- inch by inch.

He barely gave you time to adjust- not wanting to waste another second of his burst of energy, he began pounding into your pussy. A moaned scream escaped you, as your hands reached to grab onto his wrists- where he still held your legs to your chest.

"Lo-!" You cried out. The bed shook underneath you, his thrusts coming in powerful droves where his hips slammed against yours.

"Taking me so damn well darling-" He says through gritted teeth, as sweat beaded his forehead, and his face becomes more flushed.

You never seen him like this before. While you and Logan had a fairly active sex life, his stamina and energy wasn't always there. Still better than anyone you ever been with though- the man can make you cum as many times as he desired, completely wreck you.

This, it was almost too much.

He was fucking into your harder and faster than you were used too. It felt so good, but so much. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't catch your breath. You're pretty sure the mattress is going to break soon under the power of his thrusts.

Breathless, you tried to say his name- to tell him to slow down but you could barely manage it. The buildup in you was intense. Your nails dug into his skin. Logan's grunts filled your ears, and you could only focus on the sound of him and the feeling of his cock splitting you open over and over and over.

He leaned down, his chest and hips flushed against you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders and he wrapped his arms completely around you. His pace didn't falter, in fact he seemed to get faster- using you as leverage to slam into you harder.

His knees spread farther and buried into the mattress, his heavy breath hit across your face. He tipped his chin up, staring down at you with parted lips- watching your every expression.

He never admitted to you how he wished he'd met you in his prime. Where he could go multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. Sure, his game is still considerably better then most men, but nothing like how he used to be. He can put you to sleep, happy, satisfied and filled with him to the brim. He always wants to give you more.

This? This was just merely a fraction of what he could do to you. Whatever this burst of energy he has, he's using every bit of it.

"Lo-" Your lips formed into that pout he always thought was so cute. "I- I-!" You whined, unable to form words. Each thrust knocking them out of your head.

"What sweetheart?" He grunted. You moaned, your head falling limply to the side, tears welling up in your eyes as exhaustion threatened to break you.

"Slow down!" You managed to cry out, before moaning when he hits that sweet, honey spot inside you.

"What's that baby?" He asks, clearly having heard you- but he wanted to hear it again. It may be awful, but fuck it fills him with pride to hear a young thing like you to beg him to slow down.

"Please- Slow, slow down?" You whined,

He obliges, pacing himself slowly in and out of you. It felt good, you could catch your breath- but now he was being painfully slow. He rutted deep into you, the coarse hair that sat above his cock brushed over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you that made your legs tremble- but it wasn't enough to push you over that edge you needed so badly.

"That better baby?" He coos, a teasing edge in his voice.

"You can...Go faster than that-" You mumbled lazily.

"Slow down, go faster, can't make up your mind now can you?" He taunts. He stops himself, buried inside you, but unmoving.

"Logan!" You cried. "Move!"

"Oh, that's not good enough either huh?"

You huff, opening your eyes to look at him- to be greeted by a cocky grin. Almost youthful in the way his eyes sparkling looking down at you. You realized he loved every second of this. He always teased you a little bit, but this was something different.

You like it.

"Please- Please you can do whatever you want just-"

You gasped when he picked up his brutal pacing into you again. Angling himself to pound into the sweet spot, that had you seeing stars. You've become mindless, just taking everything he gives you.

He could feel the way you clenched around him, the look in your eyes told him you were close. Contrary to his brutal thrusts, he softly pressed his lips over yours, gentle and loving. He whispered,

"Cum for me baby."

You let go, waves of pleasure rushing through you, seemingly never-ending as Logan fucks you through it. Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name- you didn't even notice.

Logan slammed into you one last time, as you felt his cock twitch inside you. With a loud grunt and locked jaw, he filled you up- just as he likes to, his messy way of claiming you all for himself.

His face buried into your neck when he finished, the both of you out of breath, covered in sweat.

"Lo..." You sighed sleepily. "Mm, that was nice."

It made Logan annoyed, antsy. It was clearly busy at this clinic he has regrettably made an appointment at. Almost all the chairs in the room was taken. He had to take a seat between a mother and her daughter, who sniffles and doesn't cover her mouth when she coughs, and an old man who loudly and obnoxiously flips through the pages of a Time magazine- about mutants. He could hear the clock on the wall ticking, filling the strangely quiet room despite the crowd that filled it with a consistent tick.

Every tick made his nerves feel like they were going to snap. His eyes glanced around the room, observing everyone. Normal, every day people. One young woman caught his eye, she looked to be in her twenties. She was scrolling through her phone, and had brushed some hair behind her ear and that got his attention. It was fish-like, webbed, with a bluish tint.

She looked up from her phone and notice him staring. A brief panic appeared in her eyes as she brushes her hair back over her ear. He gives her a small nod, and looks away. Mutant.

"Logan Howlett?"

His name being called caused a sense of relief. He was close to leaving- Not even sure why he came in the first place. He cleared his throat and stood up, walking to the door where the nurse waits and smiles at him.

"Follow me."

The nurse led Logan down a hall to an exam room. The hallway had art posted along the walls, opposite of the doors. One caught his eye, one of Van Gogh's with a vase of sunflowers. He once knew someone who loved that particular painting. It does add a bit of cheeriness to the sterile atmosphere of the office.

"Right here Mr.Howlett."

"Thanks."

"I'm going to take your vitals real quick…"

She checked his pulse, and took his blood pressure, asked a few questions about his history that he left extremely vague. Asked for his chief complaint- which he also left vague, because how the hell is he supposed to tell her what's wrong with him? He didn't really know how to bring up the mutant thing any way.

"Okay, Mr. Howlett, the doctor will be with you in a few minutes." She smiles as she grabs the clipboard. "Do you need anything?"

"That's alright." He mutters with a polite nod. He'll probably sneak out in a few minutes anyway. More and more he's wondering why he even came. What is a doctor going to do for him?

It's only because of Charles, that he keeps going. There's a voice in the back of his head, that makes him promise to keep going- to find the things a man should have in his life, happiness.

He sat on the exam table. There was another clock, hanging on the wall next to him. Annoying him with it's incessant ticking in the room. He was starting to consider breaking it and hiding the evidence in the garbage can when he picked up on something.

A scent. It was familiar, yet strange to him. Enough to make his heart start to race. It'd been a long time since…He looked at the door, just as it opened. In you walked in, staring down at a clipboard with your brows creased. You looked up to meet his eyes, and your mouth falls open.

Time felt like it froze.

"Logan." Your voice was barely a whisper as you say his name. You didn't look like you believe what you were seeing, and to be honest he didn't believe it either. You both stood there staring at each other in shock. You closed your mouth, stepping in the room and closing the door behind you. He stood up just as you did so. "You're…Here…"

"Yeah." He steps closer to you. You hold the clipboard between you both, keeping space.

"I…I didn't know you were…" Your mouth hung open, unable to say it. "After what happened."

"I survived it." He says.

There was tension buzzing between you both. Questions you both wanted to ask but neither had the courage to say. He moved to lean against the exam table, crossing his arms. He didn't take his eyes off you while you crossed the room, looking everywhere but him. It was a reunion, but extremely awkward.

Not quite how he imagined seeing you again.

"How you been?" Logan finally asks.

The tension you were holding seems to loosen. "I've be okay." You say with a small shrug. "I'm glad to see you- That you're okay…"

"For the most part."

"You…You look older."

"Not sure if I should take that as a compliment, doc." He grumbles. You frowned.

"How'd you- Why…" You began to stammer, but stopped, regaining your composure as you set your papers down on the desk, and sat down on a stool. Your leg was bouncing like crazy, but your attention was fully on Logan. "What…Brings you here?"

"I…." He trailed off. "I don't know why I'm here."

"Okay…" You felt a bit a disappointment. Reaching for the clipboard again and looked down at the papers. Logan didn't fill out half the form, so you couldn't really go off on that. Typical. The form your nurse filled out left extremely vague answers that you couldn't pick up anything from.

He's never been good at communicating.

You looked up at him. He was staring at you, his expression stern but his eyes were soft. When you met them, he looked away. Fingers rapping along his arms, he instead stared at the window refusing to meet your look again.

You took the moment to really observe him, his graying hair, the lines etched into his face. He looked like Logan just…aged, and so quickly. It's been quite a few years since you last saw him- but not long enough for a change this drastic. Could be the stress, after everything that happened….

You noticed a scar on his cheek.

Logan doesn't get scars.

You stood up, walking over to his side. "How about you start with this?" You asked, a hand reaching up to his cheek, thumb brushing over the faint pink line. It looks fresh. He flinched from your touch so you dropped your hand. "You're scarring."

"Yeah," He clears his throat and straightening his posture. "I don't heal like I used too."

"No?"

"Haven't been for a bit. It happens, but it's slow."

"Do you know exactly when it started?"

He shrugged. "Didn't really pay attention. Only noticed it a few months ago. Got stabbed by a mugger while working. My gut took a bit longer to heal up than it used to."

"Oh…" You let out a soft gasp, worry etched into your expression.

"I'm fine." He says quickly. "I guess…I got this cough, won't go away. Think you can give me something for that? Whiskey used to help, doesn't anymore."

"Let me examine you first- Then we'll go from there." You say as you take the stethoscope around you neck and put it on. "Can you take off your jacket?"

He nods, letting the jacket slide off his shoulders. "Want me to take this off too?" He motions to the dress shirt. You shook your head, but he unbuttoned a few buttons anyway. He seemed serious, genuinely asking but you knew Logan and couldn't help if this was some subtle way of flirting by offering to take off his shirt.

You pressed the scope to his chest, listening to his heart. "Your heart is strong." You say quietly, before moving to his back. You lifted his shirt to press the scope to his bare back, making him jump.

"Cold." He mutters.

"Sorry." You smile apologetically. "Breathe in, and breathe out…."

He obliges. When he takes another breath, he wheezes and begins to cough. You quickly removed the scope. A hand rubbing his back soothingly as he goes into a coughing fit. The sounds his lungs made worried you.

He stood up from the table, like he was trying to get away from your touch. Re-buttoning his shirt and grabbing his jacket.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine."

He turns back, walking to stand in front of you. "Listen you don't need to waste this time. Can you just give me something?"

"Uh, no- Logan. This- Whatever is going on with you…I want to help. I need to run tests, some blood work, all of that."

"No." He waves you off turning to leave. "I don't need any of that crap."

"Logan!"

You stood there as he storms out. Again. A creeping feeling of devastation and helplessness crawled up your throat as your heart ached. You always wondered what it'd be like to see him again. Didn't expect it to go like that.

It brought on an old memory. One that only filled your heart with more ache. A late night, filled with exhaustion but comfort. Wrapped safely in his arms, his touch sending warmth through you. You could recall soft whispered promises to never leave, lips brushing over your hair as you were pulled closer. You believed him then.

"Doctor?" One of your nurses appeared in the room. "Are you okay? I saw that man storming out."

"Yeah," You shook yourself out of the funk. "I'm fine, thank you. Um…Right…" You ran a hand through your hair, mussing it and making you look even more frazzled. "Who's next?"

Meanwhile, Logan had stormed out to his car. He got into the drivers seat, immediately starting the car about to pull out of the parking lot before stopping. He stared at the building where you were still inside, likely going back to work. You didn't follow him out. Not that he expected you too.

He's sure you would've been happy never seeing him again.

Yet he didn't leave. He sat there. Even as the sun slowly began to set in the desert sky. Thinking about you. You still looked gorgeous as always. Still bounced your leg like crazy when nervous. Still had that ability to make his mind go blank like a fool and his heart race.

He didn't know why, but he stayed. Sat in the damn car for hours. Thinking about everything- especially you. Why did he come here? What was the point?

He wanted to die.

So why seek out help? Treatment? To lessen the pain? To feel less alone?

Caliban was who told him about the clinic. It runs as a standard run-of-the-mill medical clinic. Yet it 's also an underground one to help mutants. Logan scoffed initially at the thought, since everyone knew mutants were disappearing but Caliban said there were more than anyone thinks out there- just hiding. He would know, apparently.

He said the doctor who ran the clinic was a mutant- He should have known.

Coincidence?

His hand came up to scratch his beard, before running down his face in frustration. Even now he can feel the inexplicable draw to the clinic, where you resided in. That same feeling he felt since the moment he met you.

Then he fucked it all up.

He stayed, watching the sky go dark and people going in and out of the building. Once it hit about 7 pm, that's when he watched a small group of staff walk out- but you weren't amongst them. The clinic looked closed now, but he never saw you leave. He didn't know why he continued to sit there and watch. You could have left through a different door and he was being a damn idiot.

Then, 9 pm hit, that's when you finally walked out. Locking the door behind you, you grabbed your bag and walked across the parking lot, a few feet down the sidewalk where an empty bus stop rests. There you sat.

He started the car, pulling up directly behind the bus stop and got out. You hadn't reacted to the sound of the engine behind you, didn't even look up when his footsteps approached. You seem lost in thought, staring at your hands that rests in your lap.

"Hey."

He didn't know what else to say. You looked up, surprise comes across your face.

"Logan…" You straightened up. "I thought you left."

"You don't have a car?"

You forced a smile, "It's at the mechanics. I don't mind taking the bus. I'm only a few blocks from here, I don't walk just cause it's dark out and it can be dangerous, y'know?"

He nodded, sticking a hand in his pocket. "I could drive you home."

Your expression faltered, something he couldn't read. "I…"

"Have you eaten? We could get some dinner." He offers.

You sat in silence, staring at each other. He could see you working in your head his offer. He didn't really even know why he asked. Maybe he was hoping to have some sort of closure with you. Or he was hoping for something more, but he won't admit it to himself.

You finally let out a huff, grabbing your bag at your side and standing up. "Sure."

The diner was some off-road place that he spotted and suggested to you. You just agreed without a word. A bored waitress sat behind the counter, and he could hear clinks of dishes in the kitchen. You and him were the only customers there.

Choosing a booth in the far corner, you both sat in silence. You ordered a simple sandwich and fries, while Logan just asked for some coffee.

"You're not going to eat?" You asked. He didn't respond. You sighed. "He'll have the same." You say, grabbing the menus and handing it to the waitress who only gives a curt nod before walking away.

"Why did you do that?" Logan asks with annoyance.

"You need to eat."

He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it once you scowled at him. "Whatever going on with you, you need to take better care of yourself."

"Who says I'm not?"

"Yeah, the empty packs of cigars and bottles of whiskey in the front seat scream self-care."

He rolled his eyes, sucking in his cheek in annoyance as he looks out the window. The tension between you both was growing worse and becoming harder to ignore. You sat back in the booth, crossing your arms and staring at him.

Despite how pissed off he gets you, you still felt the urge to take care of him. Even now.

Neither of you knew what to talk about, how to even start a conversation. Logan snuck glances at you as you stared down at the table, finger tracing random shapes into the speckled wood pattern.

"So uh….You seeing anyone?"

You froze, eyes looking up at him and scoffed. "That is what you ask me. Of all things."

"Just curious…" He mutters.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut, you fought back the rising anger inside you. "No." You finally say. "I'm not. Haven't for a bit."

"But you have?"

"Yes?" You raised a brow. He nods,

"Were they nice?"

"Here you go," The waitress comes with Logan's coffee and your water. You thanked her quietly, sipping the water as a distraction for this painfully awkward conversation. Logan took the coffee, setting it on the table. "Do you want any milk or sugar?"

"No thanks."

She walked away, leaving you both alone again. Logan piddled, hand tapping against the table before he grabbed the mug to sip the coffee. Once he set it down he looked up at you again.

"So?"

"So?" You shook your head.

"What were they like?"

You smacked your hand to your face, dragging it down, heat blooming in your face. "He was fine, we just didn't work out."

"He treat you right?"

"Logan." You looked at him with disbelief. He shut his mouth, a small grumble escaping him. He looked at the window, watching a car pass by.

"You happy?" He finally asks.

Your expression softened, holding the glass of water with both hands, you let your shoulders relax. "Well…I got a good job, some nice friends. Nice little house on a quiet street. I guess so." You shrugged. He nodded. You tilted your head. "What have you been up to all these years?" You asked quietly.

"Just…Surviving." He says. He takes another sip of his coffee. He doesn't plan to tell you. "So, what was the guys name?"

This time you couldn't help but laugh. That's one thing that didn't change. Stubbornness. "You want his address too?"

"If you got it."

You giggled, shaking your head, before you turned quiet and leaned in, your voice barely a whisper. "Really, Logan…What happened? When…"

"I ran." He says quietly. "With Charles."

You face fell. "Charles….Professor is alive?"

"No."

Your mouth opened and shut and you looked down at the table. "Do you…want to talk about it?"

"Not now." He mutters, sipping his coffee. You looked back up at him, he was focused on you. "I missed you." He says after he sets the coffee down on the table, and it took you aback.

Logan was never straight forward. You always had to read between the lines with him to figure out what he was thinking or feeling. You didn't know what to say. "You don't have to say anything back." he adds, fingers tapping along his coffee mug.

Truth is, you missed him too. You never forgot him, it's hard to do so- not with how he had made you feel, and the way he broke your heart. At nights you curled up in bed and your mind would wander back to him- wondering what he was doing that moment, if he thought about you as well.

The times you and Charles talked, or. Ororo, or Jean- or anyone on the team really, they'd tried to give you updates on Logan but you'd cut them off. You felt like you were picking at a scab if you continued to think or talk about him. One time Ororo managed to get some details out- Implying Logan was missing you as well, but you didn't believe her.

You've been hard on yourself for letting yourself get so worked up over him. Now apart of you wonder if that was some deeper instinct to go back to him- or to just go back to the X-men. Maybe things would be different.

Instead of saying anything, you reached out and held his hand. It seemed to make him relax.

"So…What have you been doing since you left?" He asks. "Were you always at that office or…?"

"Uh no..I actually joined Shield for a bit." You say quietly. He blinked in surprise.

"Shield?"

"Yeah, but then that went to hell pretty fast after I joined, if you remember that whole Captain America thing……so I joined Doctors Without Borders. Due to my history they would send me to work on aftermaths of so called 'Superhero Disasters' especially in other countries… Then eventually I settled down here- when they started cracking down on mutants. Had a friend who was also a mutant help me set up the clinic under the table, so it's still a regular family practice, but if you knew they right people and had needs you couldn't go to a regular non-mutant doctor for…"

He nodded, "I was working with Shield too…Wonder how we didn't run into each other…." He clears his throat, "Sounds like you've done a lot of good stuff."

"Probably just different locations." You say with a small shrug, wondering what he was doing for Shield. "Besides it's not like you need medical care…Till now."

His thumb brushes the back of your hand. "I'm fine, sweetheart."

You looked down at your coffee. "There's been a lot of weird stuff with mutants happening. I have patients who's been getting sick, losing their abilities for no obvious reason. I'm sure you heard that the population of mutants have been decreasing."

He nodded. "I've heard about it."

"I'd like to see what's going on with you Logan. I could run some tests, do a better exam. If you let me."

The expression on his face told you he wasn't a fan of that idea. The waitress came and dropped off the food. You thanked her, and you both took the food as distraction from the awkward conversation.

Despite Logan saying he wasn't hungry, he ate quickly. You picked at your own plate- his sudden appearance has left you little appetite with the way your mind wondered about everything that has happened in the last few years since you last saw him.

You looked out the window, looking at the limo he was driving. He looked up and caught you staring. You met his eyes and nodded your head towards it.

"Sweet ride." You say with a hint of humor. "You uh…Chauffering now?"

"It's money."

"I never thought you being a driver."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks with a scoff.

You raised a brow, "That I never thought of you being a driver. Logan."

He pressed his lips together and looked away, unsure why he had to become snappy- and figures it'd be best if he just kept his mouth closed.

The rest of the meal went by in silence. You could feel Logan staring at you whenever you weren't looking, and when you were, he looks away. When you're done and the waitress drops the check off, you try to pay but Logan takes it before you could.

"I got it." He says as he pulls out his wallet.

"I can pay-"

"I got it." He says more firmly, not looking at you as he counts the cash in his wallet. He leaves it on the table for the waitress and stands up, adjusting his jacket before looking at you. You sigh, standing up with him and leaving the dinner, back to his car.

He opens the door passenger door for you, "Need to stop anywhere else?"

"No. Home is good. I don't live far." You say as you climb into the passenger seat. Logan closes the door, walking around and gets into the drivers seat. He starts it and you direct him in where to go. It was silent for a few minutes.

The radio was on, at a low volume but you listened to the song. It brought back an old memory.

"Remember that one time…" You started up, turning to look at him. Your eyes fall on his hands that grip the steering wheel. You notice the scars the line with his knuckles. "We got sent on a road trip….I remember this song came on all the time, like every station you flipped to would play it."

A hint of a smile played on his lips. "Yeah."

"You hated this song."

"Yeah, and you would turn it up to sing along to it loud as you could."

You laughed.

"Didn't hate it so much after that." He continues, looking ahead. "Specially seeing you so happy singing it."

Your smile faltered, and you looked away. The memory was happiness in your heart, but an ache too. One that hurt too much. "It was a nice time." You say, concluding the small-talk.

He reached your house and parks in the front. It was a small house- You didn't need anything big seeing you were by yourself with only occasional visitors. The front of the house had a small covered porch with a bench swing that you read books on in the evening, along with a small garden you work on whenever you have time- lately you haven't, so the garden could use some weeding but not bad enough that you couldn't still enjoy the flowers.

"It's cute." He says looking at it past you. "…Can I walk you to the door?"

You nod, and both get out of the car and walking up the small pathway to your porch. You started rifling through your bag to pull out your house keys. Once you found them, pushed them in a lock before stopping.

"Do you have a place to stay?" You ask.

He raised a brow. "Sometimes I just sleep in the limo. Usually get a motel room."

Your brows furrowed and you sighed. "You're staying here tonight." You turned the key and unlocked your front door, and walking inside.

"You're the boss."

You shot him a look, but didn't say another word. Kicked off your shoes at the door, and he did the same. You dropped your keys in a little decorative bowl which Logan took notice of.

"Is that…?"

You stopped, looked at him, then the bowl. You nodded. One of your students made it for you as a gift.He looked at the bowl a little longer before tearing his eyes away to look at your home. "It's cozy,"

"Thanks."

You walked further into the house with him following you, not really sure what to do- or say.

"Kitchen here," You showed him. "Bathroom is here, and I have a guest room you can sleep in."

He nods, "Thank you."

"Yeah…" You looked at him. "Well, make yourself comfortable. I'm going to shower."

"Alright."

He watched you go down the hall until you went into the bathroom, where he lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his hair. This wasn't how he expected his day to go, but he couldn't complain.

At least he gets to see you again.

He moved to sit on the couch in your living room. Taking in your place. He could see you everywhere in it. The furniture, the decorations, the aesthetics. He turned to look at a table, where a lamp and plenty of pictures take up space.

Some he recognized as people in your family, others are people he didn't know. Then one, with familiar faces. A large group photo. He picked it up to examine it.

There was Jean and Scott, arms wrapped around each other. Then Hank, and you. Next to you was him, Logan- barely cracking a smile, but he had his hand on your back. The others, Ororo, Rogue- Faces that feel like it's been years since he's since them. Charles was in the center- it filled him with grief to look at Charles.

He set the picture down, opting to now grab the remote and turn the tv on. Flipped through channels but didn't find anything he cared to watch, so he turned it back off.

He could hear your shower running, so he sat there and listened to the water. You seemed to be taking forever- probably on purpose. To avoid having more awkward conversations. Or just dealing with him.

Eventually the shower turned off, and he heard you in the hall until another door closed. You came back out after a few minutes. Your hair still damp, with the smell of shampoo and the same body wash you used back when you still at the mansion- he knows because he buys them for himself sometimes just to remember you. You were dressed in a simple t-shirt and pajamas. He had been staring off into space when he heard you, turning his head where you gave him a small smile.

You walked over to sit next to him on the couch, closer than he expected but still leaving some space between you.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly.

"Yeah."

"Um, I can look around, see if I got some spare clothes that might fit you." You wave your hand.

He raised a brow.

"Might be more comfortable than that suit you're wearing. As good as it looks."

He lets out a chuckle. "I'm fine. Don't waste your time."

"It's not…" You shook your head. Then sighed in frustration. The room became filled with a tense silence and Logan started feeling guilty again.

Desperate for you to not continue being mad at him, he changed the subject. "I uh…Saw your family pictures." He nods to the table. "Your uncle finally get married?"

"Uh, yeah." You let out a quiet laugh, standing up to walk over to the table, examining your collage of photos. "He eloped to some girl he met in Vegas. They got a baby on the way now. She's nice."

"Last time I saw him he was pretty arrogant."

"Yeah. She settled him down though."

Logan nodded, leaving another silence.

"Grandma still sticking around too." You smile. "She loved you."

He smirks. "She was a sweet woman."

"She was all over you at the parties remember? Lil old woman in a wheel chair, she wanted in your pants."

Logan laughed. "She did like to flirt. In front of your granddad too…."

It caused you both to laugh. You shook your head. "Yeah she…She was crushed when she found out we broke up. Told me to give her your number and she'll give you a try."

Logan sighed, looking at you with an expression of hopefulness. He looks back at the pictures. "You've been doing great."

"It's been…Something." You walk over to the pictures. Picking up the photo that Logan had looked at, with the X-men. You stare at the photo for a long time in silence, your expression showing a range of emotions. "I haven't seen any of them in a long time." You say. "These pictures are all I have left….Well, and these."

You set the frame down, and moved to open the drawer of the table filled with photos. There you pulled out a plastic bag, unzipping it and handing him a small bundle of photos.

He flipped through each one, finding they were photos of your old friends of the x-men, but a lot of them were you and him- and a lot of just him. One on his motorcycle, smirking at the camera. Another was in the kitchen of the mansion, sipping on a root beer and looking deep in thought. One more, was him in bed with morning sunlight shining over his half-awake figure.

"You kept them." He says, his voice carrying more surprise than he meant to let on.

"Felt wrong not to." You say softly. "We may of had a rough…ending, but we still had a nice time when it lasted."

"Was it an ending?" He looks away from a picture of you and him, a younger version of him with you, arms wrapped around each other. He was looking at you like a lovesick puppy, while your head was thrown back in laughter.

Your expression dropped, you turned away from him, standing up from the couch to cross your arms. "You made it pretty clear back then that it was."

The tone of your voice makes him cringe. He set the photos down. Let silence fill the room between you. Before he could speak, finally finding the words he wanted to tell you; You spoke up before him.

"I don't hold it against you, really. I know I probably seem like it." You say. "And maybe…You did really hurt me back then. It's the past though and everyone is gone now." Your voice began to shake. "So whatever happened between us… It sucked but…At least… At least we got to see each other again. Even if this has been incredibly awkward."

He stood up and crossed the room at the sound of your voice breaking. He waits for you to finish talking before lifting his hand, hovering over your arm like he was afraid to touch you. He finally rests it there, feeling your muscle tense at his touch. "I thought I was protecting you."

You turned to look at him with some confusion. "Protecting me?"

"I was….Spiraling. Going down a bad road. Remember?"

You nodded slowly. "Having trouble understanding who you were. All you memories of the years you lived….But I knew who you were, Logan."

"I didn't." His hand squeezed your arm gently. "I was scared of hurting you. I was scared I'd….One day lose control. Charles saw it, Jeannie, and I know you saw it too."

You shook your head, opening your mouth to argue but he doesn't let you continue. His hand moved from your arm to your cheek.

"I thought if I chased you away it'd keep you safe from me. That I wouldn't be able to hurt you- That I wouldn't…" He didn't finish his sentence, as you looked up with him with sorrow.

"You did hurt me."

"I know." Both hands cup your face. "I was stupid. I didn't…I didn't think you'd leave. The school, the X-men…."

"I almost didn't…. Then Shield called me and…I just took it as a sign," You shrugged.

"Give me a chance, to make something right. To do something right for once." He says, his thumb brushing over your lip. "To make it up to you. To make you happy."

Your mind raced with thoughts, and one slipped out before you could stop yourself. "For how long?" You asked, doubt in your head, and your heart shielded. Your hand reached up to rest over one of his.

You always took it as a sign of self-preservation, to leave before it gets hard, before it hurts.

"As long as you'll have me." He says softly.

You didn't respond, unsure to give in. What else did you have to lose? You lost him once, you might lose him again. What was the point in holding out on him?

He cautiously took your silence as acceptance. He leaned down to meet your lips, hovering over them just for a moment- giving you every chance to turn him down, to pull away from him. You didn't, you let him get close. Your heart beating out of your chest- just like it was your first kiss with him all over again.

He finally sealed the space between you. Capturing your lips in a deep kiss, his calloused hands pulling you in closer. His lips felt rougher than you remember, his beard tickled your face- although that you do remember. He finally parted from you, but still left little space between the both of you. His nose gently bumped into yours, thumb brushing over your cheek.

"I really missed that." He murmurs.

"You could of had it all these years." You say softly. You didn't mean it bitterly, or to throw it in his face. "We…Could have…." You softly muttered. You ran from him too- trying to get away from the hurt, you thought you were protecting yourself. Funny how he thought he was protecting you too. Who's protected him all this time?

A small chuckle escaped him. He rests his forehead on yours. "I know, believe me. Been kicking myself over it for awhile now."

Now it was your turn to laugh. Before you could make a remark, he kissed you again. With more eagerness this time. You brought your hands up to the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as you felt your body slowly build up with need. You hate how easily he can work you up, even now.

But not really.

His hands climbed into your hair as he licked between your lips. He was desperate, needy, he kissed you like he'll never have the chance again. You had to forcibly break yourself from him to get air. He only lets you get a few breaths in before he kisses you again. His hands left your hair, running down your back before he leaned down to grab the back of your thighs and lift you onto his hips.

Your wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and your legs around his waist.

"Bedroom?" He asks between kisses,

"Down the hall, last door on the left." You breathed, before returning to his lips. He walked down the hall, bumping into things being too focused on you and your kisses to really pay attention.

He stubs his toe on the doorframe of your bedroom door, hunching over in pain. His arms keep a steady hold on you however, so you're not dropped to the floor.

"Fuck!" He loudly curses into the kiss, resulting in a fit of giggles from you.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," He grumbles, his pride slightly wounded, "Didn't ruin the moment did I?"

"No," You shook your head, your amusement obvious, your hands cupped his face gently, "But why don't you set us down?"

He grumbles but agrees, reaching your bed and gently placing you on your back, climbing between your legs until you were both comfortable. He took a moment to take you in, his eyes soften as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, looking up at him. "Hi." You greet.

"Hey."

"Crazy how we are here again, isn't it?"

"Maybe." He leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips, then your chin, and under into your neck.

"A lot has changed." You tipped your head back, exposing your neck to him.

"Yeah."

"You got the whole silver fox thing going on now."

He chuckled into the crook of your neck. "Not exactly what I thought of myself but…"

"No, I like it." You hummed, your hands quickly sliding up his chest, into his hair as you arched into him. He nipped at your collarbone. One of his hands slid down to grab your thigh, bringing it up to his waist as he grinds into your core. He softly groaned when you tugged his hair, encouraging him to look up at you.

Your expression had turned serious, but eyes full of hope. "Do you really want to stay Logan?" You asked.

"I do." He says, before leaning into capture you in a deep kiss. You moan into his mouth, hands keeping him close.

Logan understood your doubt. He did you wrong, broke your heart- albeit he wouldn't let himself believe that for a long time. He truly thought you'd be better off without him. Tried to pretend he didn't mess up a good thing- the best thing he had in years. Even if he never got over you, with the way you haunted his dreams, and seemed to think about you every day for years. No matter how he tried distracting himself.

A few times it would hit him hard. Take his breath away how badly he messed up letting you go. He'd ask Charles to tell him where you went, what you were doing but he would never tell Logan- have a suspicion you told Charles to keep it quiet. Logan wouldn't ask the others that did still talk to you, though he's sure they wouldn't have told him either.

He doesn't know how long he's got. He figured, even with his ability to ruin everything he ever touches- He couldn't mess up worse than he already has. You'll try to help him with whatever is wrong with his body but he doesn't need or want it anymore- He just wants to be with you. Live out the rest of his days wrapped in your arms.

Hopefully you won't hate him too much for that.

Your hands moved back down to his chest, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. He sat up to tug it off, while you un-tucked his white tank top underneath from his pants, which he pulled off as well. Your hands went to his belt to undo that next. Once his shirts were discarded, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up roughly to him to kiss you.

His tongue licked into your mouth, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip. His arms wrapped around you and you both dropped back to the bed. Your hands ran up his back- feeling the array of scars.

"Logan…" You broke from his kiss. Your hand come across a particular nasty scar.

"I'm fine." He quickly says, before trying to kiss you again. You push yourself up, with him following along. His chest displayed silver gray hair that ran down his belly until it disappears beneath his pants. There was another array of scars, both big and small and of various shapes littering his skin. Your fingers trace them down his chest. He lets you, watching your face as you examine every scar. "It's not a big deal."

You looked up at him. Then back down to his chest and belly. You leaned forward, carefully pressing your lips over each scar. You wonder about the story they must hold- Logan has a lot of stories, and you know you're one of them.

Your eyes opened as you brushed over another large scar, skin thick with healing tissue. They flitted up to meet his. His jaw tense as he watched you kiss up his belly, reaching his chest and kissing the scar right over his heart. Finally your hands reached up to cup the back of his neck and pull him back down atop of you as you lay back on the bed for another kiss, where Logan kept stealing another, and another- until he felt your lips finally smile.

"No more fighting." You mumble.

"Tell that to the rest of the world." He replies, his hand sliding down your thigh and up your shirt.

"I'm serious. I'll lock you up in here if I have too."

"Hm, that doesn't sound too bad." He grins. "Maybe you should tie me down too…. For good measure."

"Don't know if you remember but I tried that once," Your hands climbed into his hair. "Didn't work out very well, did it?"

He chuckles. "Hard to forget that…"

"That rope was such a waste of money."

"Still a good time."

You tipped your head back and laughed, and he took the chance to start kissing your exposed neck.

"Your turn to get this off." He tugs at your shirt. "And this." His hand moves to your pajama bottoms. "Comfy as they look."

You hum, sitting up enough to allow him to pull your shirt off over your head, and gently lying back down onto the bed. He sits back, letting you close your legs so he could pulled your pajamas off, following with your panties- Which he then had to take a brief sniff.

"Logan-" You laughed, reaching out to smack his arm. "You never changed have you?"

"For you? Hell no." He smirks, tossing your panties to the side. You bit your lip repressing a cheeky smile, but slowly spread your legs for him again. His mouth falls open with a soft whimper at the sight of your pussy, already wet and glistening for him.

He grabs your leg, leaning down to hook it over his shoulder while he kisses your ankle, continuing to press kisses up your calf, the back of your knee, and down your thigh until he was on his belly, fully settled between your thighs.

"Missed this pretty little thing." He murmurs. It makes you laugh again while he presses a few teasing kisses against the lips of your pussy. He doesn't waste another second, delving into your cunt and wrapping his lips around your clit.

You let out a sigh, tipping your head back as your hand curled into Logans hair. He sucked your clit, before releasing and flicking it with his tongue. He licks a long stripe through your folds, and lowers towards your weeping hole, his nose pressing into your clit.

"Fuck," He moaned as his tongue dipped into your hole. He missed your taste. His arms wrapped tight around your thighs to hold you in place as he laps your pussy.

You tipped your head back, your hand combing through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it. "Oh- Lo-" You moaned, biting your tongue as he licked another stripe through your folds. It shamed you to say- but no one could ever make you feel good the way Logan did, and it seems Logan hadn't forgotten what made you feel good either.

"Still taste so damn sweet," He mumbles into your skin, pressing kisses into your inner thigh while he tries to prolong this moment as much as he can. His calloused hands soothe over your thighs before tugging you closer and burying his face into your core again.

He takes your harden bud between his lips, sucking and licking in every way he remembers you enjoying. It's been awhile for him- he feels old, and rusty when it comes to something like this. The sweet sounds you're making though spur him on, giving him the confidence to make you feel good.

He lets go of your clit with a pop, tilting his head to the side to bring his hand up to your cunt. Fingers teased your entrance, gathering your wetness on the pads before rubbing small, slow circles into your cunt. You let out a shaky breath, thighs spreading apart.

"I want more, Lo." You breathed. "Please…."

"I know baby," He coos with a low voice, rumbling in his chest as he presses another kiss to the space where your core and inner thigh meet. "I want to enjoy every second, I'll make you feel good- promise."

Your grip on his hair tightened, as you lifted your hips to get closer. He grins, loving to see you so eager for him, you always were- are.

He - obliging to your wishes, returned to you clit. His tongue playfully flicking the bud while he circles one finger around your hole, and gently pushing inside. You moaned, tugging his hair tighter. He crooks the finger inside you, dragging along your sensitive spot and moans at the way you immediately careen against him. Soon he adds another, pumping his hand and stretching you open while his fingers continued to play with the spot that makes you cry his name. His tongue plays with your clit, swirling around, causing your hips to jump from the mattress, desperate for more.

His movements becoming faster as he listens to you cry for him until finally your body freezes. Your pussy becomes tight around his fingers, walls pulsing and he's awarded with a gush of your cum that he happily drinks up like a starved man- which he was. He kept going, not stopping even after your moans die off into whimpers- he wanted more, to drink every inch of you up. He wanted your scent all over him.

"Logan- Please," You whimpered, finally pushing him away as you go into overstimulation. Your legs shook as he pulled his fingers out gently. He climbed over you, kissing every inch of your body until he reaches your lips.

"That alright darling?" He leans his forehead against yours. Your hands grazed over his chest, down to his hips where you tugged him close and nodded.

"It was amazing.." You reassure him breathlessly. "I missed you, Lo."

He lets out a breath as he meets your eyes- his own full of relief.

"I…" He looks embarrassed. "Haven't done that in awhile."

You blinked in surprise. "No?"

"No."

He couldn't bring himself to admit that he hadn't been with anyone since you.

There had been plenty of chances- he was almost always in a bar after you left and had plenty of folks left and right offering a fun night for him- but he couldn't do it. Even though you were broken up, he felt like he would've been betraying you every single time. Eventually it just got annoying, and he moved his drinking habits back to the mansion, usually in his room- or up in the attic.

Charles didn't appreciate it but Logan kept it away from the kids, so he didn't hear to much complaining.

Now realizing how long it really has been for him, he's more nervous then ever.

He leans in, running his lips along your jawline and nipping at the spot below your ear. You let him, until your hands removed from his hips press up into his chest. He lets you,slowly following your movements where you push him off to your side.

He sits up on his elbows, a bit of confusion- even a little worry until you in turn straddle him. His cheeks up to his ears change color to a rosy pink as he lays back down, eyes grazing over your body.

His hands that found a resting spot on your thighs give them a gentle squeeze, before sliding up to your hips.

"I'm a lucky man." He murmurs under his breath, his eyes gazing into yours, before slowly lowering and admiring the rest of your body as you sit back and give him a moment to enjoy.

Slowly you began to roll your hips. His cock was nestled against your core, slipping between your wet folds. His grip on your hips grew tighter, leaving divots in your skin. You watched him swallow hard, his expression changing into concentration. He lets out a shaky breath.

"Not so fast sweetheart." He mutters, eyes glancing down where the tip of his cock peeks out between the lips of your cunt. "Told ya I haven't done this in awhile…"

You grinned, rolling your hips faster. His jaw clenches, his eyes flutter, he lets out a soft moan. You leaned forward, your hands brace against the headboard above him as you glide your pussy slowly over his entire length, until your felt his tip hit your entrance. You lifted your hips, a hand reaching between you to lead his cock inside and lower yourself back over him.

"Oooh" Logan moans, head tipping back against the pillow. He continues to grunt as you lower yourself over him, "Darling-" He manages out before he lets out another guttural moan, his hips lift off the bed, and you can feel his cock inside filling you up with his cum.

You quickly leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. "That's it, baby…" You whisper, grinding your hips against his, making his climax even stronger.

He finally relaxes, panting for breath and sinking into the mattress. You stay seated over him, kissing his forehead, down to his nose.

"Shit, I'm sorry- I'm sorry-" He starts, his hands beginning to push you off him but you stay seated.

"For what?" You asked in confusion, at his sudden change in mood.

"Everything. Fuck." He sighs, his hands slides down his face in frustration. The embarrassment of cumming early hit him hard, bringing back a surge of other negative emotions- and making him feel more unworthy of you. "I didn't mean to do that so fast- I didn't mean to hurt you back then."

"Lo, Lo" You stop him before he could continue, stopping him from pushing you away- He's way too good at it. "Hey, baby, calm down. Look at me." You cup his cheek.

He finally does, meeting your eyes with his own, watery and red. You shake your head, hand softly caressing his hair, down to his cheek. "It's okay. It's all in the past. We're here now."

"I…" He trailed off, showing an internal fight inside him. "I never stopped loving you." He finally gets out. "I tried to pretend I was fine all these years. I didn't go a goddamn day without thinking about you. Terrified you would get hurt, pissed thinking about another man touching you- I can't tell you how many nights I got on the bike and just drove aimlessly hoping it'd lead me back to you."

The confession took your breath away. You took a moment to gather yourself. Logan was already turning into a mess, and you didn't need to be one either.

"Me neither." You finally say.

"What?"

"I never stopped loving you either." You hovered over his lips, closing your eyes. "I couldn't move on from you Lo, as much as I tried and told myself I could, that I did…."

"I shouldn't have fucked it up-"

"Stop." You say firmly, before kissing him. He kisses you back, his hands tangle themselves into your hair. "Just love me, okay? Right now. I just want you to love me."

You're quickly rolled onto your back with him still inside you. His arms hook under your thighs and pushes them forward so he stayed close, his nose bumping into yours clumsily. His knees brace against the bed, and he slowly pulls out of you- You're both slick with his cum still. He's half hard, pushing his cock through your slit, bumping against your clit and rubbing his cum along your folds.

"Okay." He murmurs. "Alright…Whatever you want, princess."

You give him a reassuring kiss, meeting his eyes and nodding.

He continues rolling his hips, and your hand reaches down to stroke his cock to help him get hard again. "Getting old sucks." He mutters as he looks down at himself, he lets out a soft moan while you stroke his tip. You laugh,

"I don't think you're doing bad, old man." You taunt playfully, giving his cock another jerk. He lets out a low growl in response and you could feel him throbbing against your palm. You smile, leaning up towards him. "What, didn't like that, old man?" You tease again. His forehead presses against yours and he bears his teeth.

"Watch it, darling." He grits out.

"You started it." You giggled. Logan was fun to rile up- and you could see some youthfulness return in his eyes from your tease. "You going to show me what you got?"

His hands grabbed yours, pinning them above your head. "Damn straight I am." He pushes his cock back inside you until you were completely full of him, causing you to let out a joyful moan. "We got some lost time to catch up on."

You both spent the night doing just that, until eventually falling asleep in exhaustion. You were wrapped in the warmth of his arms when you drifted off, feeling hopeful for yours and Logans future together for the first time in a long time.

The morning sun rudely awakened you. Its light beaming through your half-pulled curtains and hitting your eyes. It pulled you out of a strange dream, back into the real world. For a moment sleep had made you forget everything only to remember that Logan was here- and it sent a thrill of excitement to know he was by your side again.

You reached your arm out, searching for his warmth only to find empty space. Your stomach sinks before you even opened your eyes. Your hand continued searching, hoping that maybe you're mistaken but you're not. When you open your eyes, it confirms what you dreaded.

Logan is gone.

The blankets and the pillow he slept on were disturbed- confirming that he was in fact there. You didn't dream the entire night, the conversations, the intimacy- Your body was sore too. You rolled onto your back staring up at the ceiling, holding back the ache of disappointment and hurt rising in your chest.

You thought he was serious.

Knowing him, he'd probably began to think the worst again. Realizing he couldn't handle being with you again, maybe he never did plan to stay.

You're not sure how long you laid there in bed. Your mind racing with every thought, explanation, that Logan could possibly have. You thought of excuses- maybe everything was just too much for him. Maybe he thought he was sparing you the trouble like he was in the past. Every bone inside you wanted to wallow, but you forced yourself to sit up in bed.

That's when the smell of bacon hit you. Barely there at first but grows stronger. You climbed out of bed, grabbing a robe to cover yourself. You left your bedroom, slow as you walked down the hallway with anticipation.

You reached your kitchen, where you stopped in the doorway. Logan stood in front of the oven in his briefs with light from the kitchen silhouetting his figure, looking up when you came into view. He held a fork in one hand, with two pans sat on the stove. You walked into the room staring at him, then down at the stove. Bacon sizzled in one, french toast in the other.

"You still like french toast, right?" He asks.

"I thought you left." You say softly. His face falls.

"Sorry darling, I just wanted to make you some breakfast."

You didn't say anything, just took another step and wrapped your arms around his waist and holding him tight, pressing your cheek into his chest. He responded wrapping his arms around you as well, lips pressed to the top of your head.

"Told you, I'll stay as long as you have me." You hear him murmur. "I know I haven't been good at keeping promises especially aft-"

Fluff

total lovebug

Wants to constantly snuggle with you every chance he gets

NESTING

Will give in to your every whim because he definitely adores you

Loves your pregnant belly when you start showing. doesn't know how to keep his hands off you

Dad jokes before the baby is even born. He thinks of them late at night when you're sleeping. will stage things to get that dad joke in. Yes you still love it

gets real sentimental when he sees little kids running around at the school, or at a park or something. Will hold you and talk about how that's gonna be your kid - until the kid does something stupid or bratty and then hes like "but we got time till that's the case..."

likes to lay in bed and talk to the baby while stroking your belly. has full conversations about his day/politics/tv shows/recipes while you're struggling to stay awake.

The baby will respond to him by kicking and sometimes he gets a lil offended by it but always offers a kiss to your belly.

constantly listening for yours and the babys heartbreat

he gets nightmares about things going wrong- so he gets a lil mother hen over you for a bit.

he also probably wont drink and smoke- at least not around you, but he's almost always around you so he'll be cutting back greatly even if you insist its fine if he does either whenever. Youre in this together!

likes the old fashioned toys- stuff he grew up with. will hand make them and everything. maybe if you're with the xmen he'll carve lil figurines of your xmen family too

flowers! and snacks! has anyone gotten those fruit bouquets before??? I want one so bad. Anyway he'll get hella creative with his gifts for you- to match your current mood

back to nesting- he genuinely stresses about what kind of paint to color the babys room, the fabric of baby clothes, and so on. pls be patient with him hes nervous.

when youre having the baby though- he might freak out for a moment (lol the one 97 episode) but he will be there for you every second. you'll get no stupid complaints from this man during the whole labor process.

He will cry when he gets to hold the baby for the first time.

Smut

remember when I said he cant keep his hands off you

The most gentle and roughest man alive. You will not feel an ounce of discomfort or pain but you WILL feel a great amount of pleasure

Aside from touching your belly, he quite enjoys seeing the rest of you grow- and will feel you up when he can (unless you absolutely DO not want to be touched. hell admire from a reasonable distance... but i think you do want him to touch)

hes VERY generous. Doesn't have much interest in getting himself off as he is getting you off. May give in if you beg hard enough..... give him a handy and he'll be happy- otherwise he spend a night drawing 3-4 or even more orgasms out of you before he considers himself.

Loves shower sex the most. He gets to pamper you before, during, and after- not to mention you're all wet and soapy.

When you get bigger and its hard to get in certain positions- he will get very creative. Hes got hands, right? not to mention he can be pretty flexible himself. and strong. he can easily hold you and pound you into next week. You won't even need to do a thing- Wolvies got you😏

loves to suck and play with your tits btw- not that this is any different from usual, but he gets a little bit more...excited with them. he loves seeing how they bounce when you ride him with your swollen belly.

When you wear outfits that show off your bump- his mind runs WILD and hes usually whispering lots and lots of pretty thoughts like how good you look pregnant with his baby, how good hes gonna make you feel when you're home, and how he wants to fill you up every chance he gets.

if/when you get to that part of pregnancy where you cant keep your hands off him- he will cater to your every kink. You want to be tied up? Got it. You want to tie him up? Anything you want.

Talks you through it like crazy- again no different from your usual sex life BUT for those of you who like breeding kinks- he really likes to bring up getting you pregnant every chance he has, how he made you feel good filling you up with his cum and everything. he gets lowkey nasty about it.

if you get to a point where you cant have sex logan is absolutely, stupidly respectful and stubborn about following that rule. he will however dirty talk you to the max- you're tired after and he hadn't even put his hands on you.

The first year as Mr. and Mrs. Howlett has been the best year of your life.

When you met Logan, you were minding your business after a hellish day at work. You trudged to your car with the intention to make it home as quickly as possible.

Of course, your fate had other plans.

Just as you were ready to go into your purse to grab your keys, someone swiped it.

"What the hell?!" You call out. You didn't believe your day would get any better.

Until someone came from the shadows, stopping your perpetrator right in his tracks.

"Give the lady her purse back or I'll have to do something you won't like."

Like the coward he is, he shoves the purse in Logan's grasp before running off while tripping over his own two feet.

Logan walks up to you, handing you your purse gently.

He was and still is the most masculine man you've seen in a long time. His beard is full and he has hairy arms, and his voice is dripping with testosterone.

"I take it this is yours, ma'am." He drawls with a cigar sticking out his mouth.

You take your purse from him, using the time to examine his face up close. "Thank you."

"I'm Logan."

You give him your name, trying not to fold under the intensity of his eye contact.

"Make sure you get home safe."

"The way my day's going? I'm lucky to even do that." You lightheartedly joke.

Logan chuckles, looking you up and down swiftly.

"...Can I take you out some time?"

"Did you pay that guy so that you can swoop in and rescue me?" You joke.

"Never seen that scum in his life. I just don't like to let a good thing go." He grins.

"...Okay, Logan. Let's see what you've got."

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To your surprise, Logan surpassed every expectation you had for him. Date after date, all the way through the time of your relationship when it was newly established.

You didn't discover his claws until a couple of months into the relationship.

Logan sat you down with a solemn look on his face.

"Alright. Might as well get this over with. There's something I got to tell you."

"...You cheating on me already?" You ask. The question baffles Logan.

"Where the hell did you get that?"

"It's what guys do." You start, already starting to ramble about the downsides of your past love life.

Logan just pulls you to sit on one of his thighs, chuckling and shaking his head. One of his hands rest on the small of your back.

"Shush, woman."

He grunts as he slowly reveals his claws on his free hand.

You don't even know what to say.

"...Logan?"

"I'm a Mutant."

"...Okay..."

"You don't got nothing else to say?" He asks in bewilderment.

"What can I say? This is so new to me!"

"...You not mad at me? Not gonna tell me you don't like Mutants?"

"I'm not exactly angry...I can see why you did it. Mutants aren't exactly...favored around here. Gosh, Logan. How do you live with these things?"

Logan retracts them. "Just have to. Always had to."

"...These claws...you just became more handsome, Logan."

"You've got a weird mind, you know that?" He smirks.

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Logan remembers the exact moment he realized you're the one he wants to marry.

It had been a year of you and him together.

He couldn't sleep due to his usual restless thoughts, so he decided to watch you for your safety. And for the calming of his anxiety.

You looked so peaceful, your lashes fluttering every now and then.

I want to marry her.

The thought crashed into his head so hard he didn't recognize himself.

His heart surged with a warmness that matched the certainty of his mind.

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The day he bought the ring, he was a nervous wreck.

He couldn't believe you. How you make him feel.

His palms were sweaty and clammy, and he kept wiping them on his jeans. He was waiting for you to get out of the bathroom, his heart in a nervous wreck.

When you finally got out of the shower, he could swear his heart dropped.

"Sorry, Logan. Did you need the bathroom?"

"No, no-" He answers a little too quickly for usual way of speaking.

"...Okay." You say, grinning at his unusual awkwardness before heading over to the bed. When the room gets too quiet, you look at him to find him staring back at you.

"Logan?"

"...Yeah?"

"You're staring."

"Don't I always do that?"

"You're staring in a creepy way."

He clears his throat. "Oh, sorry."

He meets you at the edge of the bed, kneeling before you.

"What do you think about us?"

"I think we're perfect, Logan."

His heartbeat stutters.

"...I do, too."

You can tell he has more to say. "And?"

"I want to marry you, darlin'."

"... You're supposed to keep it a surprise, Logan." You tease.

"I mean now." He chuckles.

"You're serious..."

"I am. Only if you're as willing as I am."

His handsome face and brown eyes are only part of what won you over. The way he listens to you and examines you intently when you're not watching did as well.

The way he makes you feel seen.

"All you have to do is ask, Logan."

"...Will you marry me?"

"Yes. Yes, Logan."

The moment the ring was placed on your finger, Logan practically tackled you onto the bed, giving you a kiss with everything in him.

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Shortly after you and Logan married, you discovered the news of your pregnancy.

Logan was outside chopping wood as you sat on the lid of the toilet, staring at the positive test.

You were stuck in your own head, so you jolted in surprise when you heard him knocking on the bathroom door moments later.

"You alright in there?" He asks.

"Can you come in?"

Logan does as asked with his brows furrowed.

"Darlin'?"

You nervously lick your lips before handing him the test. He stares at it, then at you with disbelief.

"You're... pregnant?"

You nod, waiting for his full reaction. "If you're unhappy, Logan..."

He kneels in front of you, placing his hand on your stomach.

"Unhappy? You got it all wrong. How...how are you?"

"Hungry. Tired. Nauseous..." You smile.

Logan gives you a quick kiss before hugging you tight.

"We're going to be parents."

"Yes, Logan." You sniffle. "We are."

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Present Day

As Logan is dealing with a hassle of the bathroom sink, you're in the living room bouncing your son Hunter on your thigh to make him giggle.

You playfully pretend to nom his hands.

A playful series of knocks tap on the door. You pick up Hunter and head to the door.

You're met with someone in a very odd red outfit.

"Hello, fellow lady. I'm Wade! Last time I was here, only a friend of mine lived here. May I ask who you are, my lady?"

"Who's your... Friend?"

"Logan~"

"...Logan! Someone's here to see you!"

You hear a thud before Logan finally comes to the door.

"Get out." Logan grumbles.

"Logan!" You scold.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Wade flutters his lashes.

"No. Get out." Logan says, grabbing him by the back of his neck.

"Logan,stop it! He's a guest!"

Wade gets dropped with a thud, and Hunter tries reaching out for him.

"Wait a second...you and Logan are...?"

He looks at you, then at Logan, then at Hunter. He looks at the ring on your finger.

"...Logan!! You didn't tell me you were busy~"

"You piece of shit..." Logan says, grabbing him again to take him to the dinner table.

You can't help but find the sight of Logan so pissed off amusing.

"You say anything else stupid and I'll kick you out."

"But what would your wife think, Logan?~"

Logan pinches the bridge of his nose, knowing Wade hit a soft spot.

"I'm going to work on this sink again. If my wife tells me you said or did something stupid, I swear to everything-"

"I'll behave, I promise~"

Logan grunts before returning to the bathroom, leaving you with his... peculiar friend.

"So...has the little one said any words yet?"

"...Mama"... Hunter says.

"Ooh! Can you say "Logan loves Wade?"

"Wade!" Logan scolds from the bathroom, which makes you laugh.

"What has you stopping by?" You ask.

"Oh, nothing just... Came to say hi."

"You need Logan's help, don't you?"

"Sheesh, you're smart. I, uh...ahem... I do."

"How... dangerous?"

"I don't think I can lie to you, ma'am...it could go bad."

"...Then Logan deserves to know."

"As did you. I don't know what you've done to him, but you've got him going full domesticated dog. You must be special~"

"Stop flirting with my wife, asshole!"

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After Hunter is tucked in for the night, you finally have time to talk to Logan now that Wade is gone, too.

Logan's staring at the ceiling, clearly in deep thought. You nestle in beside him.

"Want to talk?"

"I don't know if there's much to talk about."

"Not worried about your job with Wade?'

"Of course I'm worried."

"Then why won't you say that? You're just stubborn."

"I ain't stubborn...but I sure as hell am worried."

"Two things can be true at the same time." You tease.

Logan gives you a soft laugh that clearly eases some of his mental turmoil.

"I'm scared. And I don't like saying that because it makes you worry. If Wade showed up at my doorstep ten years ago? I'd already be one foot out the door. But I got something to fight for now."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, Logan."

"I know. But...there's problems bigger than you and I right now."

"Then solve them, and come right back to us."

His strong hand holds yours. When he gives it a kiss, his beard prickles you softly.

"I promise."

There was a time you wanted nothing more to be by Logan's side again, in any way, shape, or form. Now you are, nearly years later and the man is doing nothing but getting on your last nerve. Arguing, complaining- being a cocky asshole, more so than he used to be which you had ignorantly thought was impossible.

Poor Mariko has been stuck in the middle of you two bickering like a child of divorced parents, you don't know how many times you've apologized to her for it. She has her own issues to worry about without playing mediator between you both- which, she hasn't. She seems more entertained by the whole thing anyway.

It's not like you're trying to pick a fight with him. You've had to accept his choices and move on. Now he's back and old feelings are surfacing. There's tension between you both that's becoming increasingly harder to ignore- so you have just been ignoring it more because in your heart you believe Logan does not care for you, not in the way he use to- if he ever did.

Japans countryside was gorgeous, and peaceful- and hopefully safe. The insanity of the last few days have left little time to get a breather. The bus had stopped at a little village that Mariko had a family home in, so you were finally able to get off .

You and Mariko thought the trio should take a moment to recuperate and relax- and hide, but Logan wanted to keep going on foot- he didn't want to hide out somewhere. Which of course- led to another argument between the both of you. Logan stormed off- which you knew was temporary but thank god he did because you were going to lose it if he argues with you one more time. Thankfully, Mariko has been the only level-headed one between you three.

You're sitting at a bench, trying to catch your breath when Mariko joins you. She gives you a sympathetic smile.

"I'm sorry." You say to her for likely the hundredth time today. "You have enough to deal with without listening to us bicker."

"Don't be." She responds, smoothing out her shirt. "He seems like a complicated man. Anyway, it has been entertaining."

You scoff shaking your head, "That's one way to describe him…"

"Yes." She laughs. "But….You love him. I can tell."

"I…" You trailed off. Remembering an old memory. "We were… Close… A few years ago. He left. It hurt. But I'm over it, and him. He's more of a.... Old friend, now."

She smiles knowingly.

"What?"

"He says your name in his sleep." She says. "You may think of him as an old friend, but he still has feelings for you."

You open your mouth to retort, instead interrupted by a neighbor calling out for Mariko. She smiles at you and stands up to go attend to her neighbor. You stay seated, trying to ignore the feelings rising up in you, and becoming lost in thought as you stare into space- thinking about your past with Logan.

"Hey."

His voice snaps you out of it. You look up at him, blinking a few times from the suns brightness. He's staring at your with furrowed brows, before he looks down and awkwardly takes a seat next to you.

"Hi." You finally greet him back.

He was silent, looking everywhere but you. You don't bother to say anything else, because there wasn't anything else to say. Just sitting together in awkward silence before he finally huffs.

"Here."

You looked to see what he was handing you. A small bunch of flowers, purple Bellflower and yellow Adonis. He was gripping them so tight they were hanging loosely around his fist, looking sad from being picked. His expression almost made you laugh- the man was so damn stern while handing you flowers.

"Oh." You exclaim softly, taking the flowers from him, holding them carefully in your lap as you admire them. "Thank you, Logan."

He watches you, his jaw tensing and opening his mouth to say something. Mariko instead calls for him, turning both your attention. She waves for you, pointing at the street. A tree fell down.

Logan worked on chopping it while you and Mariko chatted with the townsfolk, lovely people they were. Occasionally you look back at Logan, and find him looking back at you, and then you both quickly look away and pretend that you weren't looking at the other. You couldn't help but stare a bit too long while he was chopping wood- noting how his muscles flexed, and the sweat sheened on his skin. Mariko caught you, and you had to smack your own hand for staring.

He got the tree cleared and moved, and the three of you went on a short walk ahead back to the home. Mariko stopped to talk to a neighbor, happily greeting them and engaging in conversation while you and Logan continued walking- but staying near as to not leave her alone. It was quiet between you both, with only the sound of wind blowing through trees and water lapping at the stone wall.

"So, you didn't like the flowers?" Logan asked. You stopped, while he kept walking before finally stopping and looking back at you expectantly.

"What?" You smile in confusion.

"You, uh…Didn't react like you used too when I gave you flowers." He shrugs casually. You blink a few times, processing his words, before your mouth falls open. You shut it, then it falls open again in disbelief. He watches you glitching, and shrugs again. "Just thought it'd be nice." He mutters, turning away.

You let out a sigh, unable to help the smile growing on your face. He's impossible. "Logan." You call after him, taking a few steps to close the gap between you. Your hand rests on his chest, over his heart. You lean forward and kiss the corner of his lips. "I loved them. Thank you."

His expression softens, just a bit, glancing back behind the both of you to see Mariko lingering in the back, watching you both and rolls his eyes. Without another word, he holds his arm out for you, beckoning for you to take it. You oblige, wrapping your hand around his bicep.

Logan stares at his phone, eyes glancing up to the picture next to your contact name. It was one of his favorite pictures of you, caught off-guard. The sight of your face makes him ache.

He's never been one to get homesick, but that's because he never really had a home to miss. Now you're in his life and every time he has to go on a mission or a trip somewhere without you- You're all he can think about.

The motel room he's staying in brings no comfort. The bed is uncomfortable, with a lumpy mattress and scratchy sheets. The paint was peeling on the walls. The tv won't work. There's a strange smell he can't quite locate anywhere in the room. There's a humming noise coming from somewhere too that's driving him insane.

He could've found somewhere better. Charles pays for it and he should of taken advantage of the old mans money and sprung for a nice hotel with room service and a tv that works - but Logan's not very good at giving himself nice things.

He sighs when you haven't replied yet. It's past midnight, you're probably asleep and haven't heard your phone go off. He was tempted to call you just so he could hear your voice- but the guilt over waking you up won over. He sets his phone aside and shifts uncomfortably on the bed.

He should sleep, but he's not tired. In fact he's completely wired. Feeling antsy and needing to do something. There's a hole-in-wall bar down the road he passed on the way here, probably open still. He could go down there and get a few drinks- and maybe a good fight for some entertainment.

But even that didn't seem enticing. What he really wants is you. He wants to see you, hear you, feel you.

That's when the idea popped in his head. He just needs a little entertainment to get him by for the night. Logan reached for his phone again, unlocking it and going to the gallery. He's not very good with technology but you have showed him a few things- things he found quite favorable and probably the only good thing he thinks technology has.

Most pictures are of you- anything different is usually you taking his phone and messing with it. He scrolled past several pictures of his butt you apparently have taken without his knowledge- he had to pause on one. His bare ass in one picture- It looks like you took it when he was lying face down in bed. He'd laughs to himself about it though. If you were here he'd pretend he was annoyed because you get a kick out of it- but really he loves the silly things you do.

He doesn't have to scroll much longer to find the video he wanted. He clicks it, watching it fill the screen and presses play. While it starts, he works on unbuckling his pants.

The camera is point at the floor. He could hear you giggling about something, and then him grumbling.

"So this button you just pause it, it doesn't stop the video- you just pause it and when you want to play again and in the video it'll skip. The block ends the video completely." You're explaining, the camera shaking a bit. There's a small skip where the frame is on a different part of the floor.

"Alright- So…" He hears his voice now, the phone lifts up and is half pointed at the mirror that's hung up against yours and his bedroom door. He could see himself standing there scowling at the phone, and a part of you giggling as you wrap your arms around his bicep, peering into the phone.

"It's not complicated, big guy." You teased, your hand going around his waist. You make him move further into the view of the mirror, then your hand comes up to position how he holds the phone so that it now shows the both of you.

"I know it isn't…" He mutters, seemingly checking the both of you out in the mirror. Then he brings an arm around you, turning towards you. You look at him in the mirror, before facing him to look up and meet his eyes. He grins. "But I'm not going to hold this the entire time."

You laugh, "You don't need to. We'll set it up."

You reach for the phone, and the frame skips again.

"Okay! I got it- I think…"

The phone was now on the floor, leaning against a pile of stuff. It's angled perfectly towards the mirror. He can see you on the ground with it, messing around with the phone. He sees himself standing in the background, watching you- or, more accurately watching your ass.

"You almost done there, sweetheart?"

"Yes."

You stood up and Logan steps towards you, hands on your hips pulling you towards him. "Let's do this then, been waiting long enough."

You laughed. "Well it was your idea, Mr. Impatient."

"Yeah with a real camera. Not these silly phones."

You start to giggle again, shaking your head while your hands fiddle with his shirt, "A real camera? What, one from the 1800s old man? That would've taken twice as long to set up."

He grumbles, deciding the argument was futile and before you could say anything else he kisses you to shut you up. He can hear your mirth through the kisses but finally you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to get closer.

His hands start running over your body, cupping your ass first, before sliding up your back, under your shirt.

Logan lets out a small sigh. He's pulled out his cock, half hard and growing. He grips the base of it and squeezes as he admires your curves against his body in the video. The kisses have turned passionate, and he could hear your breathy moans.

"Maybe we should pause it again," You mutter as Logan leaned down to start kissing your neck. "Skip it to the good part?"

"Baby, all of this is the good part." Logan groans. "Lets get this off ya…." He motions to your clothes, beginning to lift your shirt up.

He watched as you both pull off each others clothes, flirting and giggling along the way. He strokes his cock occasionally, but doesn't fully commit - not quite ready to get himself off yet.

In the video, you're now completely nude, and so it Logan. He turns you to face the mirror, while he stands behind you. He leans in and whispers in your ear while looking at you in the mirror, making you laugh.

"Gorgeous…" He mutters to himself. He actually feels jealous of himself in the video. Being able to love on you the way he wishes he could right now. He watches the way your tits move, the happiness on your face as he presses kisses all over your neck and shoulders, his hands sliding over your body until they reach up to cup your tits.

His hand fondles them while he sucks on your neck. Your own hand reaches behind you, and judging by his reaction, and Logans own memory, you had begun stroking his cock.

He began stroking himself, at the same rhythm that your arm was moving. He could feel butterflies building up low in his belly, but he wasn't planning to cum anytime soon- he wanted to see the main part of the video before he allowed himself any sort of relief.

After a bit of fooling around, Logan finally had you on the floor with him. You were on his lap, front facing the camera where most of Logan was shielded from view by your body. His hand had made home between your thighs, toying with your clit - and whispering dirty things in your ear that the phone didn't pick up.

He didn't need to hear them though. He knows exactly what he said.

Such a pretty little thing for me ,darling. You excited to watch yourself get fucked in the mirror?

You moaned, moving your hips against his hand, nodding as your reached an arm back behind yourself to hold onto him, your hand burying into the fluff of his hair.

You're soaking wet, bet you cant wait to see this cock pounding into that pretty pussy of yours.

You gasped, your other hand reaching down between your legs, reaching his cock as you lift your hips. "Lo, please." You whined, tipping your head back against his shoulder. "Please, I want your cock."

He laughs, his hand removing itself from between your thigh, giving your ass a hard smack that makes you jump. "Alright baby," He speaks up louder that the phone can pick up. "It's all yours."

Logan leans back onto the floor, disappearing from the mirror. You raise your hips higher, holding his cock in place as you slowly lower yourself over him.

Your face changes into pure ecstasy as his tip pushes inside you.

Logan begins to stroke his cock faster, subconsciously as he watches you continue to lower yourself over him. "You like that, don't you sweetheart?" he mutters quietly to himself. "Bet you've been missing my cock since I've been gone..."

He was considering snapping a pic of himself to send to you, and when you wake in the morning you'll know he had been thinking about you all night. Maybe he'll send the 'after' photos when he's done, because he doesn't want to click off the video yet.

In the video, he can see his hands massaging your thighs carefully. Then his voice picks up, further away in the background.

"Lean back, baby. I want to make sure the camera sees everything in the mirror."

You nodded your head quickly. Falling back, your hands are placed on the floor on either side of Logan's torso. You spread your legs open further, bracing your feet onto the floor. Logan's hands grab the underside of your thighs, gripping them so tight he could see the divots in your skin and lifts your legs in the air.

He starts slow, his cock leaving your pussy only halfway, before going back in. The slick of your cunt was glistening in the mirror, and the stretch of your pussy around his thick member nearly made Logan bust right then and there.

He had to pause the video, staring at the screen and every little detail like he was studying a work of art.

"Fuck…If I only I could have you like this all the time." He mutters. What he really admired though, was the absolute joy on your face. You head slightly tilted back, eyes shut, and a smile on your parted lips. If it wasn't for risking others seeing it- he'd take a screenshot of this and put it as his wallpaper.

The tight feeling of climax in him settled down, but his cock remained painfully hard. He resumed the video, and took it in his hand, slowly stroking once again.

Logan began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He watches his cock slamming into your cunt, the lovely slick noises and sound of skin together. His balls slapped against your cunt. He admired the way your tits bounce with every movement. You're moaning, gasping, and begging Logan to keep going, don't stop.

Your arms give out, and you fall against his chest but he doesn't stop. Course he didn't- you were close, he could tell by the way your legs shook.Now, in the mirror all he could watch was his cock pumping in and out of you at a brutal speed. Your hand reached down and began circling your clit desperately, he could hear your cries and pleas for Logan to make you cum.

He started stroking his thick member faster, hoping he can time himself perfectly to cum at the same time you do. It wasn't a challenge- because he arrogantly prides himself on knowing your body just as well as you, if not better. You were about to cum and he could see the telltale signs he spent your entire relationship learning- down to the sweet pitch of your voice.

He felt the buildup inside him finally reach his peek- watching the screen just as your body froze, and heard your moans of his name. He lets out a whine, and a groan of your name at the same time, lifting his hips off the bed and spilling his heavy load over his hand. He didn't stop pumping his fist- the same way he didn't stop fucking you through your climax.

He finally abruptly stops as he pushes himself to the edge of over-stimulation, groaning at the aftershocks of his orgasms, small ropes of cum weakly shoot out of his tip before he becomes limp. He watches himself finish inside you just as you come to the end of your own coitus.

Logan gently drops your legs, arms lifting back- he remembers he was grabbing his hair- trying to get ahold of himself because you felt so damn good he lost himself in you. You pushed yourself back up off his chest, sitting back on your knees. slowly pull him out, breathless. You're looking at the mess he's made inside in the mirror- watching the cum drip out and dribble over his slowly softening cock.

You looked up in the mirror at yourself, smiled, and winked.

Logan chuckles quietly- that was for him. For now, for whenever he watches this video. You blew him a kiss in the mirror, while he in the video sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"How was that, baby?" He coos in your ear. You hum happily, bringing a hand up to brush through his hair. He closes his eyes at the touch, burying himself into your neck.

"Amazing, as always." You sigh, then turning your head towards him. "You think we put on a good show?"

"I know you did." He purrs. He tilts his head up. "I love you."

You beamed at him, "I love you too." You leaned in and kissed him, and that's when Logan turned the video off. He sighs, tilting his chin down and looking at the mess he's made of himself and decided he'll clean himself up later and doesn't bother to tuck himself back in his pants. He finally felt tired, and was ready to catch some sleep.

He drops his phone on his chest, folding both arms behind his head and closing his eyes. He still missed you terribly, but watching yours and his shared affections in the video helped ease his homesickness a bit, and reminded him that he'll be reunited with you soon.

Just as he started to fall asleep, a hard vibration on his chest startles him awake. He takes a minute to think about what it was- then realized it was his phone. Logan picks it up, eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen (hadn't figured out how to adjust it yet) but his expression quickly softened when he saw your picture and name- You were face-timing him.

The rest of the day you couldn’t help but notice Logan’s eyes constantly on you. He was always alert, attentive, but today he seemed even more so. Every time he passed by you, his hand brushed against you. It took you a while but it dawned on you that it was the dress. It didn’t look like anything special. A loose maxi dress, scooped low at the back, thin straps. The weather has started to get warmer and it was floaty and light enough to wear and not feel hot and sticky. You hadn’t put a bra on – why bother if you weren’t going anywhere. You noticed how Logan’s hand seemed to rest on your bare back, his fingers slipping inside the billowy material. As the day went on, he grew bolder, his hand moving down to your ass. You smirked when he seemed almost disappointed you’d put underwear on.

‘You’re very worked up,’ you said to him finally.

‘Just…’ he didn’t finish the sentence, moving his hand into the dress and around your waist, resting it on your stomach. You smiled as he pulled you against him.

‘Are you horny, Logan?’

‘Always. I don’t know why though, this dress is doing something to me.’

‘Yeah, I got that impression.’

‘Sorry.’

He removed his hand and you turned around to face him.

‘Did I say you needed to stop?’

Logan grinned.

‘No you didn’t,’ he replied.

You plucked at the loose material.

‘Don’t know why this has caused such a commotion,’ you wondered, ‘it’s hardly the sexiest thing I own.’

Logan pulled you to him.

‘It’s not just the dress, it’s the person in it,’ he breathed, ‘the dress helps.’

He put his fingers under your chin and lifted your face to his.

‘Kiss me,’ he demanded, smiling.

You smiled back at him and did as you were told.

Next thing, you were turned around again, Logan’s hands back in your dress, cupping your breasts. You pushed your backside against his crotch, hard inside his jeans.

‘What if I just pulled your dress up and had you right here?’ he groaned into your ear. His voice was low and rough. He sucked a little on your earlobe.

Your only response was to push back against his crotch again.

‘Fuck…’ he gasped.

You moved again, rubbing yourself against him. His hands moved to your hips and grasped your tightly. Then they were gone and you heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper of his jeans being undone. You smiled, your hands planted firmly on the kitchen counter you were stood against. You heard the soft sssh of the material of your dress being pulled up. Then the intrusion of Logan’s hand into the front of your underwear. You could feel his hard cock against your backside.

‘If you shred another pair of panties...’ you began.

‘I’ll buy you more,’ he growled and you heard the snikt of a claw, then the feel of it cutting through your underwear.

‘Be easier if you just didn’t wear it,’ Logan grumbled.

An interesting idea, but hardly practical. Logan was insatiable enough as it was, him knowing you were walking around in a permanent state of underpants-less-ness would make him even worse.

You felt him moving against you, his fingers softly rubbing against your clit. You felt one of the straps of your dress slip down off your shoulder. The material was barely covering your breast. Logan noticed and took a hold of your breast, gently squeezing it.

‘If I’d known this dress would have such an effect on you I’d have worn it sooner,’ you sighed. You felt Logan moving your legs apart and felt his cock against you.

‘If you never want to leave this apartment again that sounds like a great idea,’ he growled and thrust into you.

You stood outside the van and peered up and down the road.  

‘Looking for someone?’  

You turned to see the local policeman, Tim Derry, waving at you from across the street. You waved back and he wandered over. He was a sweet man but largely useless.  

‘I was just wonder where George was today,’ you said, ‘he’s normally been in by now. Got a nice stack of whodunits for him to have a look at.’ 

‘Oh,’ said PC Derry, ‘I saw him earlier. Drove past his paddock. He looked busy.’ 

This was hardly news. George was always busy but at least you knew he was around and hadn’t gone off somewhere for the day.  

‘Okay, thanks,’ you said, ‘maybe I’ll pass by on my way home.’ 

PC Derry smiled.  

‘Sounds like a plan,’ he said and headed off through the village.  

*** 

You didn’t normally leave the village past George’s farm but you made an exception. Parking on the side of the road, you collected the books into a bag and walked through his field up to the caravan. The sheep milled around, the lambs running pell mell around the older animals. They made you laugh. You noticed a smaller one tagging along with them. You’d not seen him before.  The other lambs ran around him and gave him gentle head butts. A sign of affection you knew, thanks to George. You smiled and walked on towards the caravan.  

You were just about to knock on the door when you heard a noise inside. You edged closer and heard it again. Laughter. Not George’s. This was lighter, feminine. Then you heard George laugh. Oh. Your hand was still raised ready to knock but you lowered it then and stepped down off the deck back onto the grass.  You hugged the bag of books to you and contemplated leaving them but no, you couldn’t. You walked quickly back to the van, got in and drove away.   

*** 

It was ridiculous to be upset. There was nothing between you and George Hardy beyond you being the person who drove the mobile library he borrowed books from.  He was pleasant company of course, but he’d never given any indication that he wanted more from you. You sighed as you placed some returns back on the shelves. Your Denbrook day was coming up and you’d been in a mood all week. Even your colleagues had noticed when you’d stopped in at the main library. You didn’t tell them why as you were sure they would not understand.  You were being a silly romantic fool.  

You parked the van in your usual spot and sat behind the desk, head rested on your fist as you listlessly flicked through a book. You smiled weakly at a few customers and then slumped back in your chair. Maybe you’d finish early today, go home, open a bottle of wine, put on a rom com, have a little cry…oh. 

Coming along the road was George.  He looked the same as ever, cap firmly stuck on his head, that damn blue medicine he could never seemed to get rid of staining his fingers. Except this time, he was not alone. Beside him, no, with her arm looped through his, was a young woman.  Very pretty, long dark hair, laughing. You recognised that laugh. You swallowed hard and pretended to tidy the desk. You noted the books George had in his other hand.   

They stopped outside the van and George spoke to the woman briefly. She gave him a quick hug and turned to walk off. George watched her go. The look on his face was… 

‘Morning!‘ 

You jumped a little in your seat. George was standing in the van, in front of you, the pile of books now on the desk. You stood up.  

‘Good morning, Mr Hardy,’ you said briskly.  

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow.  

‘That’s very formal,’ he said.  

‘Well,’ you smiled thinly, ‘we must maintain proper decorum. New…rules. From head office.’ 

‘Oh,’ he said, then pushed the books towards you, ‘should have returned these last week but I was busy.’ 

‘Of course. There will be a fine,’ you said.  

He nodded.  

‘Of course.’  

You watched as George moved away to the shelves, heading to the crime section.  He was such a large man in such a small space. You didn’t want to watch him as he perused the books, sleeves rolled up, forearms thick and corded with muscle. You’d seen him in the fields once assisting with some lambing, his shirt discarded on the grass.  He truly was a sight for sore eyes, sturdy and muscular, hair on his chest, his stomach a little softer now with age, the way his muscles moved as he worked. You’d woken from a fair few dreams in the weeks that followed, sweating and aroused.  

Ridiculous!  You shook your head and sat back down. Clearly George had found himself some young thing and was more than content to flaunt her around the town.  Why would he look twice at you?  

Said young thing was walking back towards the van, a box in her hands. George turned at the sound of her footsteps.  

‘They had some?’ He asked her. 

She smiled and nodded.  

‘Three,’ she said.  

American, you noted.  Where on earth had George met an American? 

‘Perfect!’ George helped her into the van, then turned to you, ‘I’d like to introduce you to someone.’ 

‘Really?’ You said smiling perhaps the fakest smile you’d ever smiled.  

George put his arm around the woman and smiled at her.  

‘This is Rebecca,’ he began, ‘she’s…she’s my daughter.’ 

*** 

The silence was deafening. Both George and the woman, Rebecca, stared at you. You thought you were saying something but evidently the words were not finding their way out. 

‘Are you okay?’ Rebecca asked, sounding concerned.  

‘Um..yes!’ Your voice was high pitched and too loud, you coughed, ‘yes yes I’m fine. I was just not…your daughter?’  

George looked at Rebecca, smiling.  He looked happy, joyous even. 

‘Yes.  It’s a long story, but...I’m glad that she’s here now.’ 

‘So am I,’ Rebecca smiled back, then turned to you, ‘George...was telling me about you and I wanted to meet you.’ 

‘Me?  Whatever for?’ 

She put the box she was holding down on the desk and smiled at you. 

‘To thank you for being such a good friend to him,’ she said, ‘for giving him the courage to finally reach out to me.  For helping to bring us together.’ 

You looked at her, confused. 

‘But I haven’t done anything?’ you said. 

George smiled at you. 

‘You have.  You did.  Even if you didn’t know it.  You’ve always been here for me, a friend, a...’  

To your shock, George took hold of your hand that was resting on the desk.  You looked at him and then at Rebecca, who was beaming from ear to ear.  She reached over to the box and opened it. 

‘I was going to stick around for a cup of tea but I think I'm going to take this and eat it while I explore,’ she said, taking a cream bun from the box. 

She smiled again and walked off, taking a bite of the bun and closing her eyes in delight.  You watched George watching her. He looked so happy, like he had finally found a missing piece of himself.  He was still holding your hand.  

‘I know you came to the caravan last week,’ he said turning to you. 

‘Oh.’ 

‘And I know what you probably thought.’ 

You looked down at where your hands were still clasped and felt a blush rising. 

‘I should have told you she was coming.’ 

‘It’s your business not mine,’ you mumbled, then looked up at him, ‘when?’ 

He sighed and took a seat in the chair you kept for the customers. 

‘Long time ago.  My wife died and I just couldn’t take care of...’ he glanced out of the door of the van, ‘I regretted it every day since.  But now we have found each other again.’ 

‘I’m still not sure how I helped?’ 

‘How many years have you been coming to the village?’ 

You thought for a moment. 

‘Five or six, I think.’ 

‘And how many cups of tea have we shared?  How much time have we spent chatting?’ 

You laughed a little. 

‘Probably more than we should.’ 

George smiled. 

‘You told me once how taking the first step was the scariest thing in the world, but each step since then has been easier and easier.’ 

You did remember.  You had left your husband, an awful brutish man.  He never hit you but he didn’t need to, he hurt you in a hundred other ways. The day you got the courage to walk away from him was the start of the rest of your life. 

‘I thought if you could do something like that, something so brave and so terrifying, then what was stopping me from reaching out and contacting Rebecca?  You inspired me.’ 

You swallowed hard.  You didn’t think you were capable of any such thing but George spoke with such sincerity, you couldn’t help but realise that he was telling you the truth.  

‘So I wanted to thank you for that.  And also to ask you something.’ 

‘Oh?’ 

He looked down at his hands, shy now. 

‘I was talking to Rebecca, telling her about you and she wanted to know why I hadn’t asked you on a date.’ 

‘A date?’ 

‘Hmmm.’ 

‘She said that it was very obvious how much I liked you and I was wasting time.’ 

‘She did?’ 

‘She did.  What would you say if I did, maybe, ask you to dinner?’ 

‘Oh...well...George that, I couldn’t...’ 

You looked at him and George raised an eyebrow. 

‘You couldn’t?’ 

You shook your head. 

‘No...of course, I can!  I would love to,’ you said.   

George smiled and stood up.  He took your hand and kissed it.  You felt a little dizzy.   

‘How about I put the kettle on, then we can eat our buns and decide where to go?’ he said. 

You simply nodded.  

George turned to the small kitchen and busied himself while you sat heavily back down in your chair.  As you sat there, hearing the noise of the kettle boiling you looked up and out of the door.  Rebecca was walking back down the road.  She looked up and raised an eyebrow.  Exactly the same way her father did.  She then put her thumb up, then down.   You smiled and put your own thumb up.  She clapped and spun around, walking back the way she came.  George placed a cup on the desk in front of you, then placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

‘You seem very happy,’ he said.