#fox marvel

You spent the morning sorting through your suitcase, separating the gifts for your family and everyone at the school. Logan put the bottle of Maker’s Mark in your alcohol cabinet, along with your limoncello, while you typed your notice letter and ate breakfast. By lunchtime, you were ready to leave.

“Wow, aren’t you both well-rested?” Ororo commented when you walked into the lounge. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” you replied sheepishly. You handed a small bag from Amarni. “I got you the perfume you wanted.”

“Ah, brilliant. So, are you guys hungry at all?”

“I’m good. I just had breakfast. So what happened while we were gone?” 

As Ororo and Jean debriefed you on the Mansion gossip, Jubilee arrived, anticipating her souvenir. Logan handed her the Vespa ornament. 

“You did say surprise you,” Logan pointed out. 

“I love it,” Jubilee said, attaching herself to his side. She took the ornament and went to show her friends. 

“So, Logan, get anything special while you were away?” Morph asked. 

Logan moved his head in a motion to indicate that they should move to a quieter room away from you. Kurt followed them to the hallway.

“Okay, I have bought something, but you need to keep it quiet, especially from [y/n],” Logan explained. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. 

“Is that…” Kurt began before Logan opened it, revealing a white gold, infinity twist, princess-cut sapphire ring. 

“Wow, Logan, I would, but you're taken the last time I checked,” Morph said. 

Logan ignored them. “I got it while we were in Milan.” 

“We're paying you too much,” Morph added. 

“It's beautiful,” Kurt commented. “So are you going to propose?” 

“I did think about asking her in Venice, but it didn't seem like the right moment,” Logan explained. “I want this to be perfect.” 

“Okay, are you sure about this? Not that I am talking you out of it, but are you ready?” Morph questioned. 

Logan peeked through the kitchen door to see you helping one of the younger kids with their colouring. He smiled softly as he watched you smile and talk with the child. 

“Never been more certain of anything in my life.” 

“It’s a good thing I am not afraid of birds.” You shook the bird off. “Come on, the best views are at the top of the bell tower.” At the top of Campanile, you scanned around the city, taking it all in. “Well, this is certainly not like Venice Beach. Not that we went much. It was quicker to have a day out at Disney in Anaheim than go to Venice Beach.”

“How many times a year did you go?”

“At least three. We all would go. Except one time when I was eleven, where my parents got into an argument over something stupid, and Dad took me and my sister on his own.”

“Bet that must have been fun for him.”

“Well, he gave us quite a bit of money, and we ended up buying so much sugar my sister was sick in the car on the way back. Which then led to another argument. I asked him if they were getting divorced and he reminded me of the Lincoln show where it talked about keeping the union together.”

“Not sure the Civil War is the most apt allegory for your parents’ marriage. Do you wish they had gotten divorced then instead of twenty years later?”

“Maybe. Would it have saved a load of shit later? Probably. However, I don’t know how it would have affected us. Some kids find it easy. Some just implode.” 

“Pros and cons.”

“I kinda wish they would have just done it when my sister went to college, but she decided to stay close, so I guess they tried to put up a united front.”

“And made themselves miserable in the process.”

You wrapped your arm around his waist. “You'll never make me miserable, will you?” 

“Wouldn't dream of it.” He kissed the top of your head. You saw him reach into his jeans pocket and then stop again. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, I thought I had lost the hotel key.” 

After taking your fill of Venice’s skyline, you took a small stroll to the Ponte dell'Accademia. You had to get rid of some Euros, so you stopped by a few of the small shops and picked up some small trinkets such as Murano glass necklaces, a Venetian mask magnet, and a notebook (you justified that you could use it for work meetings). 

By the time you got to the bridge, you were greeted by the gorgeous sunset. “Last time we get to see this in Italy,” you commented and took a photo. You noticed Logan’s hand twitch again to his pocket. “Lost the key again?”

“Yeah,” Logan answered. “So, will you miss this place when we fly tomorrow?”

“I will. These last twelve days have been amazing. Great food, gorgeous views and sites-”

“Amazing sex?”

Your cheeks burned. “Fair to say we really pushed ourselves in that department. But, as they do say, don’t be sad it’s over, be happy it happened.”

“It’s not really over if we’re still together.”

“One day we’ll come back here together. Whether it’s a honeymoon or family vacation.” 

Logan pulled you in for a kiss. “So you want that gondola ride?”

“Of course.”

You walked down to the small dock, paid the fee and climbed onto the gondola. The waters were calm, so it felt like a dream as they rowed through the canal. You leaned against Logan and watched the sunlight disappear and give way to the nightlife. You did not really need to talk, just feel his arm around your waist. 

You had never experienced fernweh before, even back in California. You were too much of a person of routine to drop everything and commit to any wanderlust. That said, you felt like you would never leave the gondola, or that moment forever. Even though your flight was fairly early the next morning, you wanted to prolong the night. 

You gently pushed Logan against the wall of your hotel room, lips locked to his tenderly, your hands gripping his shirt. Logan pulled you closer to him, his hands stroking along your t-shirt and reaching for the hem. He pulled it over your head, unhooked your bra and returned to the kiss, guiding you towards the bed. He reached for his shirt and pulled it off so you were both topless.

Slowly, he rested your head against the pillows and kissed your neck. Outside, you could hear someone singing, “Non so cosa sia a farmi amare così tanto. So solo che non voglio mai lasciarti andare. Perché hai dato inizio a qualcosa, oh, non lo vedi? Che da quando ci siamo incontrati hai fatto presa su di me. È la pura verità: voglio stare solo con te.”

“I love Venice,” you said softly as Logan kissed down your stomach. He tugged at your paperbag shorts, and he pulled them down your legs, along with your underwear. Logan lowered his head and made contact with your folds, his hands grabbing the flesh of your hips to pull you closer. “Oh fuck.”

You laced your fingers in his dark hair and let him take the lead as he licked, sucked and nibbled your pussy, slowly and sweetly. It seemed he was just as determined to prolong the night as much as you were. 

Logan flicked a spot he knew well, and your back arched, and you let out a small squeak, much to Logan’s amusement. “Never heard that one before.”

You laughed, “I don’t know where that came from.” His mouth moved to your clit and sucked sharply. “Oh shit.”

“That’s it, princess.” 

Your walls clenched around nothing, and you knew you were going to come and come hard, even without the stimulation of Logan’s talented fingers. Logan looked up at your heaving breasts and face twisted in euphoria, and counted back from three. 

“I hate you,” you groaned at the loss of stimulation. 

Logan slipped a finger inside you, and you gasped. “You were saying?”

“Cocky…”

You melted back into the sheets, letting Logan kiss every inch of your body he could get his lips on until he reached yours. Given how close you were, he had you unravelling in seconds, and you moaned feebly into his mouth. As he worked you through it, he pressed kisses all over your face until you stopped trembling.

Wordlessly, Logan removed his finger and pulled his jeans down. He shuffled so he was lying on his side facing you. You turned on your side to face him and shuffled closer, taking him into your hand and pumping him slowly.  He moaned softly as you stroked him to full hardness and then lifted your leg so it was placed on his hip. Logan reached for the back of your thigh to support you, and you guided him to your entrance. 

With one snap of the hips, he was surrounded by your warmth, and you both groaned at the angle. Logan began to roll his hips softly, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer so your noses were pressed together, and you reached to clutch the back of his head. 

Between scrunching your eyes shut, you locked eyes on Logan’s hazel ones, gazing into the forest of green and brown. “I love you so much.”

Logan kissed you deeply, tongues stroking together, and you moaned into his mouth as his hips thrust quicker. “I love you, princess,” he whispered. 

You pressed your forehead against his, and panted hard as the hurricane twisted in your stomach. You had always loved this angle from behind, especially in the dregs of the morning when you were too lazy for any other position. However, the intimacy of being so close to his eyes and how deep he was made for an experience that was all too celestial for words. 

Your hand moved to your clit and rolled it, whimpering into Logan’s mouth as stars burst behind your eyes. Logan groaned your name and lost control of his hips, his lips crashing to yours as you rode the wave out together. 

Your eyes fluttered open as the haze dissipated and you looked at your boyfriend, all glowing and blissed out. 

“You sure we need to get this flight tomorrow?” he asked, rolling you onto your back again. 

“Unfortunately, yes,” you answered, cupping his face. “Logan, these two weeks have been the best of my life.”

The Last Supper was not far from the hotel and was incredibly difficult to miss, especially in the crowd. It was the last major work of art you were going to view on the trip that formed the bucket list of artworks you wanted to see in person.

“So, how does it compare to the stuff we saw in Florence?” Logan asked. 

“I think the details of disbelief and turmoil are so canny you can feel it, even down to Jesus’ calm but sorrowful expression.”

“I would be if I dropped a bomb like that on your closest followers.”

“You can tell which one is Judas. He's in shadow, clutching a purse and tipping the salt cellar.” Logan looked at you, puzzled. “It’s related to a Middle Eastern expression which means to betray one’s master.”

Your lips thinned slightly, and Logan took your hand. “Penny for them?”

“Do you think I am doing the right thing moving onto a different job?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve been there since I graduated, and they have put a lot of time and effort into my professional development. It seems… ungrateful perhaps.”

“Look, if they wanted you to progress, they would have offered you a promotion years ago. You’re too good at your job to stay in the same position. You’re not betraying them at all. You are doing what is best for you and your career.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“What is it really about?”

“I guess I am nervous about the change. It’s more responsibility, and the routine will be different. I will have to build new relationships with my colleagues, and find a new route into work.”

“You’d have to do that anyway when we move in together.”

“And that will be the biggest adjustment. Especially your snoring.”

Logan snorted. “So, shall we destroy the linings of our wallets?”

“Ready as I ever will be.”

-o-

Given Logan’s overly sensitive nose, you were glad he had disappeared on his little shopping mission away from the perfumery you had entered. You were set on your list of what to get people as gifts - even though they had given you the money to buy them an Italian perfume. You also wanted to buy Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana for yourself. 

And Gucci shoes. And maybe a Prada handbag. While you were not overly bothered by designer labels, it felt nice to have one thing in the closet. Granted, you looked at the price of a pair of heels and decided against your better judgment. You did not need to put a massive dent into your credit card bill for something you would very likely not wear in fear of damaging them.

It didn't hurt to look around. And it especially did not hurt to find a white handbag that was heavily discounted due to it being 'defective’. You couldn't see what the problem was, so you took advantage of the discount. Defective or not, it would make an excellent new work bag. 

An hour later, you had achieved your goal in buying the requested perfumes (and you hoped they would all remain safe on the trip to Venice and back to New York). Other than some things from the Duty Free, you were set for your souvenir list. 

However, on the way to dinner, something caught your eye. It was a bridal store, and in the window there was an ivory, strapless, A-line dress with beaded lace. It looked beautiful. It was simple, but not plain. For some reason, you felt the need to take a picture of the dress and keep it stored on your phone. If there was ever a point that you and Logan would tie the knot, you could see yourself wearing it.

You found Logan at a restaurant, drinking a beer, and with a couple of shopping bags. You frowned curiously. 

“You seem like you’ve been busy,” you commented. The waiter came over. “Pinot grigio, per favore.”

“Just a couple of things I spotted.”

“Namely?”

“Jewellers… Maybe lingerie.”

He handed you the bag, and you looked back up at him. “Not sure it’s your colour.” Logan snorted. “And the jewellers?”

“Maybe something for your birthday.” You nodded.  It made sense; it was a month away, so you did not question it. “You get everything?”

“Yes, but I am missing a few things. We might be able to pick them up at the airport. Thinking I should have brought a second suitcase.”

“You already packed heavy enough.”

“And we’ve bought back half the country.”

“I am sure everyone will appreciate it.”

“I should hope so with the amount of perfume I have in this bag.” You held out your wrist just as the waiter brought your wine over.. “Bought the perfume I sampled from JFK.”

Logan sniffed it. “It’ll be an adjustment from your usual, but I like it.”

“Not overwhelming?” 

“It's not individual scents that bother me. Just when there are so many at once, or it is something offensive.” 

“The brain is like a sponge: it can only absorb so much.”

“I’m getting better at dealing with them. Turns out the professor still has a lot to teach us.”

“You know, I wish I had been found at thirteen and taken to the school. It feels like life would have been easier.”

“Would you have stuck around?”

“I don’t know. There is always going to be a what if, and the possibilities are infinite. It would be fun to have turned into one of the teachers, but I am not a fighter and I would be useless in a fight, even if Ororo has offered self-defence lessons.”

“Sometimes I feel like I am living two lives and I don’t know what the difference is.”

“That could be your amnesia.”

“No. I had this weird feeling when we were at Alkali Lake, like something catastrophic had happened when the dam broke.”

“Strange.”

“It might be nothing.”

“You need to stop shrugging this stuff off, you know.”

“I’m fine. Honestly.” Before you could voice a protest, Logan changed the subject. “So, did you spot anything nice?”

You thought about the wedding dress you had seen, and while you would happily describe it, you did not want to freak Logan out about the idea of you wanting to settle down and get married.

Because you did, right? You were at that point in the relationship, right? You had only been together properly for about nine months, and even though you were in the process of moving in together and had discussed starting a family in the future, it seemed too soon to be thinking about marriage.

You shook it off. It was a nice idea for the future; however, you wanted to focus on the now.

-o-

You hummed and whined as Logan decorated your belly with kisses, the only dregs of clothing being your bra and panties. However, you kept getting distracted by glimpses of yourself in the large mirror facing the bed. For some reason, watching yourself being worshipped by the man you loved was arousing you so much that you knew you had soaked through your underwear. 

“Not sure to be offended since you’re looking elsewhere,” Logan commented, hoisting himself to hover over your face. 

“Hey, I would be flattered since I am watching you in the mirror,” you countered. 

Logan looked over to the mirror. “Didn’t realise you liked watching yourself so much.”

“Well…”

“Yes?”

“Remember when we made that tape…”

Logan remembered it very well. You had been to Ogunquit Beach in Maine for your birthday weekend, and you had not spent a lot of it outside the bedroom. For some reason, your grandparents had given you a camcorder as a present. Alone with Logan and some wine later, the opportunity presented itself. 

“You get yourself off to it,” he said unquestionably. 

“Only when you’re not around, and I can’t get a hold of you for phone sex.”

Logan smirked, “It was very hot.”

“We should watch it together at some point.”

“Certainly better than porn.” Logan sat up and pulled your body up so you were sitting face to face. “So maybe we should take advantage of this mirror.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Logan positioned himself against the headboard and gently tugged your hand so you were perched in between his legs and back against his broad chest. You pulled your panties down and opened your legs slightly so Logan could press his hand against the inside of your left thigh. 

“Now, I want you to watch yourself as I touch you, princess. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come,” he cooed as he pulled down the straps of your bra and exposed your breasts to the air. You hummed and whined as he took your breast in hand and squeezed the flesh. 

You looked intently at the mirror, watching as Logan’s hand moved to your pussy, parted your folds with his fingers and pressed his middle finger against your entrance. Logan leaned close to your ear, his warm breath sending pulses through you. 

“Fuck,” you breathed. 

Logan kissed the side of your neck and slipped his finger inside you. “There we go.”

As he rubbed your walls, you fought to keep your eyes open and watch his movements. You only ever were able to feel his talented fingers, so seeing it in action was something to behold. Your toes curled, and you found purchase on Logan’s thigh, nails digging into the flesh.  

His other hand kept your head straight so you could not remove your gaze from the reflection. His index finger stretched you and his thumb rolled your clit, putting just the right amount of pressure. Your stomach was twisting, and you were pressing yourself deeper into his chest. 

“I got you, baby,” he whispered. 

“I know,” you panted, your other hand reaching to cup his face. “You always do.”

Logan sucked on your neck and nipped the skin, and moved his fingers faster, knowing you were on the cusp of your orgasm. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your breath hitched, and you gripped his hair as you shattered, your eyes widening in a bid not to clench them shut. 

Logan was right; you were beautiful when coming undone. 

You slumped against him and took some heavy breaths to recentre yourself. Logan kissed your shoulder and pulled out his fingers. 

“Maybe when we move into the house we can buy a mirror like this,” Logan said. 

You giggled. “Might need to stretch the budget for a large main bedroom.” 

You lifted yourself and turned around. You kissed him sweetly before gently tugging him to lie back down onto you. Logan tugged down his sweatpants, and you lifted your legs to wrap around his waist as he slid inside you with ease.

Your head rolled off the edge of the bed, and you saw in the mirror (albeit upside down) Logan thrusting into you, a sheen coating you both and his intense stare in your direction. 

As much as you would have liked to stare at the image, you didn't want to go into multiple organ failure from all the blood rushing to your head, and you lifted it. Logan shuffled down slightly and found a pillow to support your neck.

“What you thinking?” Logan grunted. 

“I want you to look up and watch yourself unravel for me.” 

It wasn’t particularly unusual; Logan loved to look at your face during sex, or be close to it. He lost the rhythm in his hips slightly before regaining the momentum and increasing it. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, nails digging slightly into his back. 

That spurred him on, and the bed was struggling to keep up with the pace he was fucking you. Without warning, your walls clenched around his cock and above you, Logan groaned, fighting the urge to look down at you unravelling beneath him as he filled you. 

It was about half an hour to walk to the train, but it felt as though you got to Riomaggiore in no time. 

“I can’t tell if this is more beautiful than Amalfi,” you commented as you looked out at the coastline. “Not sure if I want to go back to New York.”

“There’s some hyperbole,” Logan commented, sipping on his beer.

You snorted and circled your wine glass with your finger. “I know. I guess I’ll miss these last few days where I can eat amazing food, drink wine like it’s going out of fashion and have sex with the most incredible man I have had the fortune to encounter.”

“I think you would get too restless without structure. I think you and I are alike in that way.”

“And you always complain about Scott and his scheduling.”

“I think he knows I am not serious about it. Most of the time. Probably why I worked a ridiculous number of jobs before you and I met.”

“Including the cage fighting?”

“Easy money. Granted, it hurt like a bitch most of the time.”

“Does it still hurt after the wounds have healed?”

“Yeah. I still get phantom pains, even months after, even when I was far younger than this, so I don’t think it’s my body starting to age. You get good at brushing it off after so long. Painkillers won’t do shit for it.”

“Maybe you do need to slow down now. I know Magnets is still out there, but he’s been low for what… a year now?”

“Magento.”

“Who came up with these code names?”

“I have noted it. Maybe less… elegantly.”

“How?”

“I may have asked if Charles’ codename was Wheels.”

You sipped your wine at the wrong moment and choked on it. “Logan…” you chastised between coughs. 

After eating some dinner, you ventured on the half-mile walk to Manarola, where you would base yourself for the night before exploring the other three villages tomorrow. Having spent so much time in busy cities and needing to explore different churches and museums, it was nice to go at your own pace in the afternoon and take everything in. And you had the common sense to put your bikini under your shirt and shorts, as when you arrived in Manarola, you wanted nothing more than to cool off in the sea as the sun began to set over the harbour. 

“When we retire, we should move to Long Island,” Logan commented. “It’s near a beach which you love, but still on the other side of the country from your mother.”

“We’re talking a good thirty years,” you replied as you dried off. “You’ve been talking a lot about our future lately.”

“Maybe that conversation about you coming off the IUD has got me thinking more about it.”

You sat down next to him. “You know, I spoke to my mother not long after we decided to move in together. She said that we were moving a little fast.”

“This coming from the woman who was pregnant and married within six months of meeting your father.”

“Eight. She was five months along at the wedding. I would have pointed it out to her, but it would only lead to an argument. I told her that we’re ready for this step. Like we’re good, probably the healthiest relationship I have ever had.”

“I would say the same, but Kayla’s my only memory from before. Not exactly the foundation for a trusting relationship if she was there to spy on me for all of it.”

“I dated a guy, Brock, who was on the football team, for about… two weeks. The first week, he was incredibly sweet, but then he started making comments about how I should dress and do my hair. And do bear in mind I was fifteen, so I was dressing in jeans and t-shirts most of the time. Then he tried to tell me who I could hang around with. I spoke to Dad about it, and he said that behaviour is not normal and I broke up with him very quickly.”

“What happened after that?”

“The usual, got over it in ten seconds and moved on to the next girl. He would never admit I broke it off.”

“Sounds like a right prick.”

“Yep. Glad I got out of that one. I got better at finding relationships after that, but I just never really loved them that much. Except Levi, who I dated throughout college. Hockey player, really considerate, especially since he was the first person I had sex with. However, he got a job in Phoenix, and I got a job in New York.” You shrugged. “Life works out that way, but found it a lot harder to sustain long-term relationships after that. Especially after I found out about Dad’s affair and then I was freaking out over my mutation. Then I met you, and it felt… easy. Like something told me I could trust you if I told you I was a mutant.”

“And the rest is history.”

“Not sure how much I would want to tell our kids about it.”

“We can omit some things.” 

You snorted. “I genuinely thought with Levi we would stay together. Even picked out baby names in a moment of wishful thinking.”

“What were they?”

“Don’t laugh, but Jacob for a boy and Caitlyn for a girl.”

“They’re nice names.”

“I don’t feel like they’re us though.”

“Well, we have time when we get to that point. I mean Jean and Scott have had their hearts set on Rachel and Nathan since they were kids.”

“Rachel Summers, Nathan Summers. Good ring to them.” You rested your head on Logan’s shoulder. “Maybe we should bring our kids here in about ten years.”

Logan kissed your forehead. “Yeah, maybe we should.” He smiled into your hair and took you in as you both watched the flickers of gold, orange and pink light coat the ocean. 

-o-

“[y/n] can I ask you something?” Logan asked when he stared into your open suitcase. You exited the bathroom, toothbrush still in your mouth and wearing your pyjama shirt and shorts. “Why did you bring your vibrator?”

You held up one finger and returned to the bathroom. You were back in ten seconds. “Sorry, I needed to spit. I actually don’t know why I brought it. I think it’s a force of habit.” Logan looked between the silicone phallus and the scarf you had bought in Sorrento. “I can see the gears turning; what are you up to?”

“You can shoot this down, but you know how I let you tie me up?” You nodded, your interest piqued. “Well, maybe I don’t restrain you so much as provide some sensory deprivation.”

“You blind fold me?” Logan nodded. “And then what?” Logan picked up your vibrator and switched it on. “Well… How can I say no to that?”

You giggled and pulled Logan closer by the waistband of his sweatpants. He kissed you sweetly, gripping the white shirt covering your upper body. He pulled off the material and laid you down on the bed. Quickly, he put the suitcase onto the floor and climbed onto the bed beside you, scarf clutched in his hand. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispered. 

“Always,” you answered. You lifted yourself slightly so Logan could reach behind your head and shroud your eyes with the scarf. You could not see a thing, and that terrified you and excited you in a contradictory swirl in your stomach. 

“This okay?” Logan asked when he finished the knot, leaving it loose enough where it would not be pressing against your skull. 

You nodded and clutched your hand against the sheets, waiting in anticipation for Logan to begin. Without your sight, your other senses went into overdrive as you heard Logan’s heavy breath close to your face. His stubbly lips pressed against yours and your body flinched involuntarily. 

“Sorry,” you said. 

“If you need me to stop, tell me.”

“It’s fine. I just was a bit surprised.”

“You want me to talk you through it?”

“It might be helpful, just to get acclimatised.”

“Well, I am going to kiss you again, then maybe I’ll move down to your neck.”

He kissed you again, slower this time so you would be able to adjust to the new sensations going through your body. Your body relaxed as he dragged his tongue over your lips and you opened your mouth to let him gain access. He pulled away after a few moments for air and kissed the skin along your jaw. His lips felt different, almost softer as he nipped and sucked on the carotid. You licked your lips, and there was a familiar taste of cherry. 

“Did you steal my lip balm?” you asked. 

“I might have. Lips were feeling sore.”

“Tastes good on you.” 

“You can see why I find kissing you so addicting.” Logan returned to your neck, his hand itching lower so it reached your pyjama shorts. “Fuck you’ve soaked through your shorts.” You lifted your hips and let him tug the material off your hips and down your legs. Your thighs glistened in the dimming light, and you squeezed them together, hoping to stem the throbbing in your core. “Think I need to taste you from the source.” Logan’s weight shifted, and his lips danced down your body, his large hands parting your legs, and you gasped as his warm breath brushed against your damp pussy. “God, I love how sweet you are.”

He lowered his mouth and sucked hard. “Oh fuck. I thought you were using the vibrator.”

“Patience,” he purred and sucked on your clit.

He stayed there for a while, bringing you close to the edge and then pulling you back each time. It was driving your nuts, especially as your grip on his hair was waning. 

“Logan, I need to co…” Just as he had you on the edge again, he pulled away and sat up on his knees. “You asshole!”

“Thought you wanted this,” he commented and reached over to grab your vibrator and pressed the tip against your clit. He flicked it on the lowest setting for just a second, and you whimpered. “There we go….” He stroked the phallus along your core, gathering the slick on the tip. “You want it inside you?” 

You nodded and clutched the sheets. Logan pushed the vibrator inside you, slowly so you took it inch by inch. Your back arched in response, and Logan snatched your lips in a kiss. You moaned as the taste of your lip balm and your juices mingled on his lips and whimpered as he turned it back on to its lowest setting. 

“Shit…” 

“You like that, princess?” Logan whispered huskily in your ear. 

“Lift my leg slightly.” Logan hooked his arm under your knee and pulled it up. The change in angle pushed the vibrator deeper inside you. “That’s it. So fucking good.”

“Gonna crank it up, okay?” 

Logan flicked it to the next setting and peppered kisses along your neck and chest. You were in heaven. All you could focus on was Logan’s touch and how it was sending a fire into your stomach that you did not want to dampen any time soon. The vibrator reached its highest mode, and Logan began to thrust it so it brushed against your walls at just the right spot. 

You bit your lip and began to tremble. Logan decided to grant you some mercy and sucked a nipple into his mouth. You stilled and cried weakly as you were engulfed with wave after wave, your toes curling and pressing into the mattress. Logan laid kisses along your chest and collarbone, and lowered the power on the vibrator until it stopped. Gently, he pulled it out and pulled the scarf off your eyes. He smiled softly. 

“What?” you asked breathily.

“Nothing, just that your eyes are very beautiful when they’re coming into focus.” Before you could respond, he kissed you. “How was that?”

“I think the mess on the bed speaks for itself.” 

Logan looked between your soaked thighs. “Yeah, I should probably clean you up.”

“Hold on a moment.”

“Why?” You pushed him by his shoulder so he was flat on his back. Before he could even utter a protest, you tugged on his sweatpants and wrapped your lips around the tip. “Okay… Let’s have it your way, princess.”

-o-

12th August

“Why did I suggest we walk up these steps?” you panted as you reached the two-hundredth step of the nearly four hundred to get to the top of Corniglia. “I really need to do more cardio.”

Logan, of course, looked perfectly unaffected as he handed you a bottle of water. “They have stairmasters in the gym.”

“Fuck that. I went on it once and thought I was going to rupture a lung.”

“Isn’t the whole point for you to build up the tolerance for it?” You glared at him. “You want to ride on my back?”

“Are you going to be okay?”

“Sure. Hop on.” 

You jumped on Logan’s back, and he carried you for the remaining steps until you reached the top. He put you down and you commented, “Thanks. I was having some flashbacks to my cousin’s wedding in Skopelos. Her husband was from there so we flew out to join the celebrations.”

“That the one with the never-ending stairs?”

“Yes, and I was wearing stilettos. Massive mistake, spent most of the next day with my feet in a bucket of ice water and my head in the toilet thanks to the hangover from hell.”

“Worse than the one before Jean and Summer’s wedding?”

“Don’t remind me.”

You looked over the coast and smiled to yourself. “You know, despite the pain and all-consuming regret, the wedding was beautiful.”

Logan looked down at your hands where you were twisting a ring on your right fourth finger. He had bought it for you at Christmas, not as a pre-engagement ring but something to bind your faith in each other. 

“You know what, we should have allowed Summers to postpone the wedding and have it here.”

“Just so long as you carry me up the steps. Not doing that in heels again.”

You rolled your eyes. “You are such a child.” 

“You were the one who brought it up.”

You snorted. “You have to admit, he is impressive.”

“More impressive than me?” 

You looked him up. Admittedly, he did look delicious in his white shirt and jeans. It did not help that his sun-kissed skin gave him a gorgeous glow. “Well, you do have more defined abs. That said, you are so old, you could have been the inspiration for Michelangelo.”

Logan nudged you playfully. When you felt like you had taken your fill off David, you looked at the rest of the gallery’s offerings before heading out for lunch, sampling the Bistecca alla Fiorentina between you and following it up with some gelato (hazelnut and chocolate for you and coffee for Logan). 

Since you had seen David, it only made sense to find Botticelli’s Birth of Venus at Le Galleria degli Uffizi. 

“Wasn’t she born from the semen of Oronos’ castrated penis?” Logan asked. 

“I think so. Mythology is weird.” You crooked your head to the side as you deciphered the details in the painting. “It really is extraordinary. I mean, look at the gold pigment in her hair.”

“Very pricey hair.”

“Well, she is a Goddess. The Goddess of Love, in fact.”

“Yeah, I do know. She has nothing on you though.”

You turned towards him. “You know, you’re not bad at art yourself.”

“I’m not?”

“I’ve seen those little sketches you do on your notepad.”

“Yeah, I do those when Summers starts talking. Helps me actually focus.”

“Have you ever thought about still life drawings?”

Logan frowned, “Are you asking me to draw you?”

You shrugged, “You have to admit that scene in Titanic was quite hot.”

“There was a drawing scene?”

Oh. You had forgotten that Logan had fallen asleep during the last movie night. 

“Yeah. Kate Winslet asks Leo DiCaprio to ‘paint her like one of those French girls’. It’s arguably the most famous scene in the movie.”

“Was she naked?”

“Yes." You wrapped your arms around his waist. “I mean it is a silly suggestion.”

“Believe me, none of your suggestions are silly, princess. Besides, am I going to pass up a chance to look at you naked?”

-o-

“Logan, are you ready?” you called from the ensuite. 

Logan threw a pillow onto the chair, arranging it in a spot where you would get the best light. It would highlight your best features (though Logan would argue all your features were your best). “Yep.” 

You opened the bathroom door, just wearing Logan’s white shirt, the hem teasingly brushing your thighs. You leaned against it, showing you had left the first few buttons open so your cleavage was exposed. 

Logan walked over to you, and he teased the other buttons. “Well, fuck me.” 

He leaned down to kiss you, and he pulled off the shirt, leaving you beautifully naked in the low light. You gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth. 

“Logan,” you whispered.

“I know… Just preparing.” He moved to the other nipple and repeated his ministrations until the bud was just as hard as its twin. “All done.” 

“How do you want me?” 

He pointed to the chair he had put in front of the window, the late evening sunlight giving a halo-like glow behind it. You raised your eyebrows and sauntered over to the chair. You sat with your legs draped over the arm, crossing them slightly so your core was shrouded, and you leaned back. 

“Good?” you asked. 

“Absolutely,” Logan commented as he sat on the bed, small sketchpad in hand. “This won’t be perfect.”

“Doesn’t have to be. I know it will be done from the heart.”

Logan sat back and delineated the outline of your face. It was quiet between you as he concentrated and you tried to remain as still and collected as possible. Admittedly, having his intense gaze on your naked body was slightly turning you on. Your breath hitched as you resisted touching your throbbing pussy. 

“You okay there?” Logan asked. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. 

He smirked. Your chest looked flushed, and your arousal was becoming too obvious. “How long do you think you can hold out before touching yourself?”

Bastard. 

“I don’t know. How long can you hold out?” 

You nodded to Logan’s shorts, where a visible tent was forming. To raise the stakes, you opened your legs a little, your flesh glistening. You saw Logan bite his tongue and return to the drawing.

You took a deep breath and relaxed again. Admittedly, your heart was racing as Logan rubbed along the lines to shade in the shadows on your body. You looked at your right hand, slightly obscured by your legs, and you figured you could get away with touching yourself discreetly. 

Unfortunately, the tiny hum you let out was too obvious for Logan’s sensitive hearing. 

“I can smell you from here,” he commented. 

“I don't see you protesting?” 

Logan shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and you decided to push him further. You dropped one of your legs onto the floor so your wet folds came into sight. Your fingers stroked along your slit, slowly and teasingly. Logan put down the sketchbook and lowered his shorts so his painfully hard erection sprang free. Pre-come bubbled from the tip, and you licked your lips, contemplating taking his length into your mouth. Instead, you slipped your middle finger into your entrance and pressed your thumb against your growing clit. 

Logan fisted his cock and stroked his solid length as you stared intently at each other. Mutual masturbation was nothing new to your relationship, albeit it had been rare when you were in the same room. Usually, you were relegated to phone sex or webcam when you were both working during the week and did not have time to meet each other. You had to admit seeing your partner with a sheen of sweat covering his bronzed skin, large hand rubbing his steel-like length was a wonder to behold.

“You look so hot when you're this desperate,” you commented, sliding a second finger in and curling the digits. 

“What the fuck do you expect when you try to play all innocent?” he groaned, his thumb rubbing the tip.

You let out a breathy laugh and increased the speed of your fingers and the pressure on your clit. You were close, your body trembling softly and your breath getting caught in your throat. He was just as close, ragged breath and quick movements trying to push him to the pinnacle. 

“You want to come with me?” you asked.

Logan nodded, clearly struggling to formulate words.

A third finger entered you, and your head rolled back as ecstasy, eyes tightening as the small contractions flooded through your body. You heard Logan groan and choke, curses and praises falling from his lips. 

After several heavy heartbeats, you lifted your head and pulled out your fingers. You took a deep breath and looked at the mess of sheets on the bed. 

“I really hope we don’t get charged an extra cleaning fee,” you commented. 

In the post-orgasmic haze, Logan let out a laugh. “I am sure they’ve encountered worse.”

You lifted yourself and lay on the bed next to Logan. You were both a sweaty, sticky mess, but you would deal with that in a moment. You wanted to admire Logan’s handiwork. 

“I love it.”

“Well, you do make an excellent muse." You pressed a kiss to his lips. “Come on. We can sit in the bath together and clean up.”

-o-

10th August

“Apparently, this bridge was the only one in Florence not destroyed during the German retreat in World War II,” you said as you walked down Ponte Veccino. For what you thought was only going to be a bridge, it was more like a small little market town in the heart of the Arno. The breeze from the river helped keep you cool in the extremely hot weather. Since the only other thing you were doing in Florence was looking at Cattedrale di Santa Maria del Fiore, you could take a slow morning walk up the cathedral and just take in the city for all its beauty. As you held Logan’s hand, you noticed he was quieter than usual. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just did not get much sleep last night,” he said. “Just a nightmare.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“It was nothing. Just back at Alkali Lake. It comes and goes.”

“You should have woken me up; we could have talked about it.”

“It’s fine. It happens now and then. I’m used to it; it’s like background noise.” You were about to say something when Logan distracted you with the window into one of the many jewellers and goldsmiths on the bridge. You noted in your head to return to the conversation later. “What do you think of these rings?”

“Pretty. Why? Are you trying to hint at something?” 

“No. I’m like a magpie sometimes. Distracted by shiny things.” He gave you a small smile. “Well, only shiny things to make you happy.”

“You don’t need shiny things to make me happy. I am just happy being with you. Corny as it sounds.”

“Nothing wrong with corny sometimes.” 

You smiled and spotted someone selling locks. “Come on, I have an idea.” You walked over and paid for a lock that had a surface large enough to write on. “I have always been curious if these actually work.” You pulled out a marker from your bag and wrote your name and Logan’s on one side, and on the opposite, you wrote the dates of when you were in Florence. “It’s meant to show how unbreakable love can be.”

“Seems more binding than a ring.”

“Well, not like I am going anywhere. Unless you have other plans.”

“No. I think I have my reason to stick around.” 

You clipped the lock onto the bridge, turned the key to lock it and then tossed the key into the river. You saw something turning in Logan’s eye and frowned. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing. Just that you’re so beautiful.”

He found your spot and rubbed against it gently enough not to cause overstimulation. It did not stop him from sucking and flicking your clit harder. You whined and rolled your head back, your hips moving to grind against his lips and fingers. Your thighs were shaking and struggling to hold yourself up, and you had to brace yourself on the headboard. 

“Fuck, I’m going to-” You could not finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Logan pulled his finger out and continued licking you, mostly to indulge in the sweet taste of your release. Your hand nearly yanked his hair, and when the estimation became too much, you lifted your hips. 

You rolled onto your back as Logan wiped his mouth. “You know we should get ready now.”

“Shut up or I will sit on your face again,” you replied breathily. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You rolled your eyes at his cocky smirk. “Come on, princess. We can finish this later.”

Quickly, you showered and dressed in your bikini and threw a t-shirt and denim shorts on top. The sun blasted its heat aggressively, which made it a relief when you reached the boat, and the breeze began to cool you down. 

“Water seems calm this morning,” you commented. On the boat ride to Capri, the waves had been quite jerky. 

Since you arrived quite early, there were not many boats waiting to enter the grotto. The guide warned you both to lie down as you approached the cave. 

It was a tight fit, especially for Logan’s long legs. You chuckled slightly, your head resting on his bicep as he tried to squish in. 

“Not sure this is going to hurt me that much,” he muttered. 

“Yeah, but we don’t need a bunch of Ave Marias when they see your bones reassemble.”

The waves accelerated the boat forward and within five hair-raising seconds, you were bathed in a blue light. You knew it was the sun reflecting off the water, but it was like magic. 

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” you whispered as you sat up. Logan retrieved your digital camera and snapped a photo of your face gazing at the glimmering, sapphire surroundings. 

“Well, it is a cave of your favourite colour,” Logan said, turning to get a decent shot of the surroundings. 

“Well, blue goes with everything. You know, the colour of the sea and the sky. It’s also my birthstone, so maybe I am biased. And lapis lazuli was seen as more valuable than gold to the Egyptians.”

“I thought it was sapphire.”

“It is, but lapis lazuli was the traditional one. Probably hard to find a ring with it though.”  Logan looked at you with a small smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just that you’re incredibly beautiful in this light.”

“Sap,” you whispered but smiled anyway and kissed him. 

-o-

“You know, I would happily wake up to this every morning,” Logan commented as you rested your head against his stomach and read The Leopard. You had found a small beach to spend the afternoon relaxing before the chaos of travelling to Florence. 

“I’m used to it. It did make sleep much easier, and I was not as prone to seasonal depression when I was younger,” you commented. 

“But you still decided to stay in New York?”

“It made more sense from a career standpoint. And you’ve met my mother.”

“True.”

“However, when I was doing the college tours, I just knew NYU was right for me. Applied for early acceptance and never looked back.”

“Would you ever go back permanently?” 

“Never say never, but I have become so accustomed to living in New York; California feels like a strange land of customs.”

Logan chuckled. “Namely?”

“I never realised how obsessed with appearance LA was until I came back the summer after my freshman year. Like the first thing people commented on was my weight, whereas in New York, no one really cared. Also, I am so used to going at a hundred miles an hour that my sister was still halfway down the street when I reached the end of it.”

“You do rush about a lot.”

“When all you have had to do for a decade is focus on work, it is difficult to slow down. Not helped by our relationship being in separate counties.”

“Well, we are working on it. You’ll get time to breathe when we’re alone. Look at us now.”

“We still have to get that boat to the mainland and get to Florence.”

“And you have two hours where you don’t have to think about anything other than the view and the feeling of the sand.” 

“I'm not very good at being bored. Why do you think I packed so many books and want to do so many tours?” 

“Because you like to keep your brain stimulated?” 

You snorted. “Good answer.” You finished your chapter and closed the book. “We never finished what we started earlier.” 

“I ain’t complaining. I'd let you sit on my face for hours if I knew you would not become incoherent.” 

“I wouldn't,” you protested. 

“The first time I went down on you, you passed out.” 

“That’s because you were relentless and I had already come about four times in less than an hour.” Logan could not help but feel smug about it. “Fine, I can turn it into a challenge.” 

It did not have to be a challenge, but Logan was not going to protest the idea of you sitting on his face again. However, he was not against making it as romantic as possible. As soon as you entered the room and put the beach bag down, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. 

You giggled as he laid you on the fresh sheets. “Getting practice in?” you joked. 

Logan shrugged. “You were taking too long.” He pulled off his shirt and climbed onto your still-clothed frame. “Maybe being on the beach has brought back the muscle memory.”

“No, you’re just too impatient,” you countered. 

“Can you blame me when you taste so fucking sweet?” 

He leaned down to kiss you, and you hummed. You could not argue with that method of persuasion. Logan peeled off your t-shirt and started untying the bikini top. 

Logan opened his mouth and latched onto your nipple. “Fuck…” He grinned and made quick work of your shorts and bikini bottoms. “Can you get naked too?” 

“Not yet, princess. I have too many plans.” He kissed down your body and parted your legs, your folds already glistening. “And you call me impatient.” 

You hit his head with your knee. He laughed and leaned into your core. Logan lowered his mouth and sucked lightly on your pussy, tongue snaking out to flick your entrance. Your back arched and Logan gripped your hips so he could pull you closer to his mouth. He counted in his head, and without losing grip, he rolled onto his back. You gasped as you felt yourself being pulled upright, your calves resting under his shoulders and his hand supporting your back. The angle gave him better access to your clit, and he took the swollen bud into his mouth. Gently, you rocked your hips against his mouth.

“Perfection,” he muttered as he flicked a sensitive nook. “Must be the luckiest son of a bitch if I get to do this more than once today.”

You giggled and found purchase on the headboard. “Well, you do make a perfectly comfortable throne.”

You remained in the position, slowly grinding your clit against Logan’s nose as he returned to sucking on your folds. It seemed he really wanted to take his time with this, possibly to build up to the onslaught later. 

Stomach fluttering, you turned your head to face his still-clothed lower half. There was a distinct, erect bulge under his shorts, and an idea hatched in your head. You lifted your core away from Logan’s ravenous mouth. He groaned at the absence of your warm, wet folds on his tongue, and then he glared like a child whose candy was taken from him. 

“Don’t worry, I have something you’ll enjoy just as much.” You climbed down his body, kissing the hard muscle underneath the skin until you brushed the vein leading under his waistband. “Now, what do you think about me sucking your cock while you eat me out?”

Logan propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you. “What?”

“I mean, if you’re unsure about it, we can just go back to what you were doing. But… imagine tasting me while my wet mouth is wrapped around your dick.”

You tugged down his shorts, his erection becoming more strained to the open air. As if to make your point, you gripped the base and sucked the tip into your mouth, salt leaking onto your tongue. Logan grunted and rested his hand on the back of your head. Smirking, you pulled off and wiped your mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re good at making compelling arguments. You weren’t on the debate team, were you?”

“Believe it or not, no. I did actually want to sleep.” You giggled and kissed his thigh. “So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

It took you a moment to work out the position, since the angle was a little uncomfortable for your mouth. However, Logan found the best solution was lying on your sides so you could find space to breathe if needed. Instantly, he glued his mouth to yours and gripped the flesh of your ass. You moaned around his cock as he flicked your entrance, your mouth moving at a steady pace down the shaft. 

Logan thought he had died and ascended to a place not on Earth. There was just something about your perfect, pretty mouth sucking him off while he devoured your sopping cunt that just felt too divine for words. 

You were just an incoherent mess as Logan sucked on your clit and pushed one thick finger into you. 

“You’re already close, princess? Sucking my cock turns you on that much?” he growled against you as he added a second finger. “Especially when I have you filled like this?” 

You pulled up for breath. “You really are a cocky bastard…”

“I’m your cocky bastard.”

You snorted; he got you there. 

You returned to his cock, mouth moving deeper this time and your tongue pressed under the coronal ridge. The hand resting on his thigh moved to fondle his balls, applying just the right amount of pressure. Logan crooked his fingers and rubbed the soft spot inside you that drove you towards the cliff’s edge at full throttle. You hummed around him, hoping the vibration would trigger his release. His breath was short and shallow, and he was struggling to keep up with sucking on your clit as you hollowed your cheeks. 

“Come with me,” he whispered. 

It did not quite time perfectly, with Logan spilling down your throat just before your pelvis and spine burned with your release. You slipped his softened cock from his lips and lay on your back, looking at the white ceiling. Logan’s head rested on your knee, and he recovered his breath. 

“Fuck me,” you whispered. 

“I just did,” he laughed. 

You lifted yourself and looked at him, wiping your mouth. Logan grabbed your hand and pulled you so you were lying next to him face-to-face. He wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your damp forehead. You were about to suggest having a shower before getting the ferry to the mainland, but you did not want to dare ruin the moment. 

“Oh really?” His hand slipped under the material of your bikini bottoms. “Well, I suppose you can’t be too overly cautious with sun safety.”

“Is that why you’re stroking my ass?”

“Fabric tends to move.” He pressed kisses to the side of your neck. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You’ll end up in jail if you carry on with this display of affection.”

“It’ll be worth it.” With your back covered, you turned back around and let him put sunscreen on your front, paying particular attention to your thighs and chest. “There, you are protected.”

“Can I do you now?”

“What would be the point? I don’t get sunburn.”

“I think I should return the favour.” You raised your eyebrow, and Logan got the message.

Logan handed you the bottle, and you squirted a generous amount on your hand. You started on his broad back, feeling the hard muscle ripple under your palms. “You feel just as good.” You slipped your hand under the waistband of his swimtrunks, and gave one of the firm glutes a squeeze. “As you said, you can never be too cautious.” With Logan sufficiently protected, you put the suncream aside and grabbed your limoncello spritz. “I am glad that I scheduled some relaxation time.”

“You ever thought about doing something spontaneous?”

“Our first date was spontaneous. In fact, if I had not spontaneously left my apartment, you and I would have never met.”

“Okay, fair enough. I still think we could do something not on schedule. Hand me your notebook.” You reached into your beach bag and handed the book to Logan, who read your itinerary with interest and a slight hint of amusement. “So you want to look around the town tomorrow, but I am sure we have been to enough churches.”

“So what do you suggest instead?”

“I think I might surprise you.”

“With what?”

“It would not be a surprise then, princess.” He leaned over and kissed you softly. "Trust me."

“Speaking of being spontaneous, how about we take a dip in the ocean?”

“Now? We just put a load of sunscreen on?”

“And? I don’t think it will stop you from putting it back on.” You stood up and held out your hand. “Come on. It will be like Thanksgiving last year. Except the water will be warmer.”

“And a lot more people around.”

“Oh please, they were barely paying attention when you were putting your hand all over my tits.”

The sea was not so busy as you entered the warm, clear water and swam out ten metres from the shoreline. You stopped and stood in front of Logan and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“This feels nice,” you commented. You let out a laugh at the salt water making Logan's hair all sticky. “I don't understand how your hair became like this. When I saw that old photo of you, you had longer hair.” 

“Dunno. Just put it like this one day, and it stuck.” 

“Odd. That said, whenever I grab onto your hair, it feels stiffer, and I know you don’t use anything special.”

“You saying you want me to change my hair?”

“Oh absolutely not. It helps me find you in a store, along with how tall you are.” Logan chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss, which you reciprocated gladly. You moaned into his mouth. “I think we need to take this back to the hotel room. I think the sun is making me delirious.”

-o-

You gasped as your back hit the cold tiles Logan lightly pushed you against as water rained down on you both. Without warning, he pressed a bruising kiss to your lips and grabbed your ass, squeezing the flesh tightly. You moaned into his mouth and found purchase on his forearm.

“Regained your senses yet?” he asked, lips dragging along your jaw. 

“Just about,” you answered, a low hum forming as he nipped the skin under your ear. 

“Might have to knock them out of you again.” You giggled as he kissed down your body, pressing his lips to your appendectomy scar almost reverently. He lifted your left leg so it rested over his shoulder as he sat on his knees, his hand still holding onto your ass to keep you standing upright. He blew warm air onto your pussy, and smirked as you flinched. “Fucking beautiful.”

Logan brushed his nose against your clit, and he sucked on your flesh, his tongue flicking out and circling your entrance. Your head rolled back and clutched the dark hair between your thighs, pushing him further into your mound. 

“Feels so good,” you moaned. Instinctively, your hips began grinding against his lips and nose to gain more stimulation. 

“So needy,” he whispered. “Already quaking against my tongue.” 

After a year of sleeping together consistently, Logan knew all the spots that drove you wild and could make you come instantly. However, he found more pleasure in the endeavour than getting you over the edge quickly to satiate his undoubtedly hard cock. 

He pulled his lips away and kissed your thigh. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but Logan would not keep you suffering for long. He moved his free hand and placed his middle finger at your entrance. Your whole body clenched as he pushed in the finger, only reaching the knuckle before returning his lips to your clit. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, fingers gripping his hair tighter. Your heel dug into his back, and you had to find the hair rail to support yourself as he added his index finger. 

“I won't let you fall,” he whispered. “I got you.” 

You nodded and let go of the bar. 

He pushed the fingers in deeper and curled them in just the right spot. Your walls squeezed around the digits, and he grinned, especially since your moans were starting to hit a crescendo.

He flicked and rolled your clit with his tongue, and thrust his fingers in faster. You were fighting back the orgasm, but you were betrayed by your throaty moan and chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.” You stilled, then shook, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Logan grinned and pulled out his fingers, sucking on them before moving his lips to your entrance and lapping at your very sweet release, working you through the wave. However, something snapped, and he gripped your hips to push your pussy deeper into his mouth. 

“Lo, it's too much,” you cried. 

“I know, baby. Just one more for me,” he growled. He found the spot where all he had to do was flick, and you shattered again, this time your thighs nearly crushing Logan’s skull, and you let out a guttural moan. You nearly slumped, but Logan kept you standing, even as he pulled away and stood up. “You taste too damn good, princess.” 

Wordlessly, you kissed him deeply, the taste of you on his lips already starting to set you off again. You giggled against his lips as you felt his length press against your hip. He picked you up so your legs could wrap around his hips and he could align himself. 

With one snap of the hips, he sheeted himself fully inside of you and groaned as your warm walls clenched around him. You buried your head in his neck as he began moving, nails beginning to dig into his back. His chuckle was almost maniacal. “Go on, try to mark me up.”

“Such an asshole,” you grumbled. 

“I just like the challenge.” Never one to lie, Logan drove his hips into yours so hard that you clawed at his back. “Fuck!” 

At that point he grabbed your wrists and set about fucking you with such a punishing rhythm that you were sure you were going to die by the impending release building in your spine, belly and every vital organ. With you pressed securely against the wall, he reached for your clit and strummed it like a fine-tuned guitar.  

You faltered, and white sparks blasted behind your eyes, and you barely registered Logan stilling and growling into your ear as he filled you with his load. Your head rested on his shoulder, and you tried to regain any sense of cognition. Logan let go of your wrists and commented, “I really did fuck you senseless.”

“Cocky,” you mumbled. 

Logan chuckled and pulled out. “I suppose we should actually clean ourselves and get an early night. Big plans tomorrow.”

-o-

7th August

“Wait? A hike?” you asked when Logan stood in front of a sign that read, ‘Benvenuti sul Sentiero degli Dei’. “That was your surprise?”

“Trust me on this,” Logan said, pulling a backpack around his shoulders. “You got enough water?” 

You opened your canvas bag and pulled out a large bottle of water. It was going to be hot today (like most days had been), and you began to wonder if your partner was insane for doing this. That said, it was 10:30, and the heat had not quite hit yet. 

About ten minutes into the walk, you regretted doubting Logan’s plans; the views were gorgeous. Between the blue sea and the terrain, it was one of the best hikes you had ever done, even after the heat began to set in. Logan kept a couple of paces behind you, mainly so he could quickly help if you became woozy or strayed too close to the edge. 

A couple of hours into the hike, you reached a clearing with an abandoned farmhouse, and Logan said, “Hey, let’s take a break.”

“Really? Maybe I have just hit summit fever, but I can keep going.” 

“I know, but it’s nearing lunch, and I know you’ll end up flagging if you don’t eat.” 

You looked around. “There isn’t any cafe or anything.”

Logan opened his bag and pulled out two wrapped sandwiches. “That’s why I was up at the crack of dawn. I went to the deli down the street.”

You found a shaded area under a tree, and Logan handed you one of the packages. “I got you ham, mozzarella, tomato and basil.”

You took a bite. You were not much of a sandwich person, but there was something about the saltiness of the ham, the freshness of the tomato and basil, and the creaminess of the mozzarella that hit just right. 

“You were right. If we had stuck to the plan, we would not be seeing all this beauty,” you commented.

“See. And you doubted me.”

“I did not doubt you. I just sometimes function better if I know what is coming. Call me a control freak.”

“I don’t think you’re a control freak, [y/n]. I think you’re someone who decided to move across the country and had to build a life in a new city, and having a plan made that easier. It’s just harder to let go when you have done everything for yourself since you were eighteen.”

“Funny, that’s what my therapist said. However, I think I am getting better at it. It means I am able to deal with the unexpected. Whatever life throws my way, I can handle it.”

Logan smiled and let you rest your head on his shoulder. “I am so proud of you, princess.” He leaned in and kissed you softly. “You are definitely not the same person I met.”

You weren’t. So much of the bitterness and anxiety had faded into the back of your mind, and you were capable of seeing a larger picture.