Bond Girl, part 1 | patch!Logan x fem!reader | TEASER
synopsis: the first adjective that leapt to mind the second sheād seen such a thingāobscene. like bait from the possession of man everyone here knew to more vile than any beautiful thing could be. because, if Logan is anything, itās beautiful. and his taste in jewelry? immaculate.
warnings: patch!Logan, flirting, suggestive themes, part 1 of a co-written little thing, casino atmosphere, booze, gambling, language, ā ļø
a/n: welcome to my brain the past few days, lol. taking up allllll my headspace. and no I am not announcing the co-author, not yet, itās a surprise.
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TEASER
āYou won this?ā turning in her seat, she gently pushes him back with a hand to his chest. āIn cards? You always play for cash,ā without flinching, she probes for an answerāLogan never bets collateral. He always plays for money, or, on occasion, information.
It was how sheād come to know āPatchāāLogan. The man of Madripoor. In all her months of watching him play, sheād only ever seen him accept collateral one other timeāshe protected the Van Cleef on her arm nearly with her life.
āIt has to be worth a small fortune,ā quietly she turned back to the mirror, slightly entranced by the diamondās brilliance.
He chuckled, āNot small enough,ā his finger brushes a tendril of curl hanging from the simple pins at the base of her neck. āWasnāt thinkinā about how much it cost, sweetheart. Too busy imagininā you wearinā it to bed,ā strong hands skim down the neckline of the dress, an elegant yellow satin slip cut dangerously up the thigh, thin and leaving mostly nothing to imagination.
āBut I guess thisāll do for now, hm?ā
Willpower of the gods had somehow propelled her out of the chair, hand in his as heād tugged her against his chest. Arms fortressing around her softness, holding her closer than sin. She finds herself lost under the heavy of his gaze, even as her fingers trail up the sleeves of his suit jacket.
Crisp as snow, it cuts him perfectly, as if designed for him in pristine, laser focus. Sublime detail. Heās warm. Chases away the slight chill pebbling the skin of her arms, the A/C of the hotel suite more tangible than ever.
āFor now,ā sheād echoed with a small smile, amusement passing through her tone. Its tone is light with a breath, but low. Simmering. āMaybe if youāre good, Iāll ask about that active imagination of yours later.ā Hand finding his cheek, she guided him into a slow, unhurried kiss. āFeel lucky tonight, Lo?ā Words murmuring against his lips, his head angled to deepen the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers.
His chuckle was light, entertained as his fingers traced along the straps at the back of her dress. āAināt about feelinā lucky,ā tipping her chin up, he smiled at her darkly. With purpose, reverence. āBut if it makes you feel betterāyou bet, sugar.ā
Absolutely obscene.
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