I can't stop thinking about it.
You an independent person, resolving trauma slowly with steps back and forward. Trying to be more comfortable with being held rather than constantly holding.
Logan a man built from nature and man, primed to be a weapon. A mutant of action with nothing linking him to the past except for chains that lock him to trauma he can't explain or knows too much about. Everything crumbles, breaks, and dies in his arms. He can't see himself being able to cradle something close despite the many he's saved because beneath that all he sees is the blood on his hands.
Him who can't handle being held or holding. Flinching at touch or stone cold to it. Not uncaring but waiting for the final blow, sometimes wishing- aching for it to happen before getting up. Logan has to keep fighting.
Isn't that what he was born to do?
Fight, survive.. and every chance he's had to live, he takes it before life reminds him why he has to remain alone. The lone wolf, the guard dog of the X-Mansion, Jean's second choice.. everyone's second choice.
Gentle and reassuring but witty and strong in a way that makes you glow with beauty. Untouchable to Logan and yet, it happens anyway.
Lying in bed, the tender pokes at both your hearts. This will end, it always does.
But there's no pull away, not until a fight or mission gone wrong. For now it's just the both of you. Inhaling each other's scent, holding each other. The warmth of his cheek against yours.
Who's on top? Who's big spoon?
Something you both think about but it's not about sensuality, it's all about control. Who is comfortable with what, how will this work?
Neither wants to control the other but.. how could you be comfortable when you don't know how to hold or be held? It creates a restlessness in your heart that you can't control.
That is why there's a growing distance.. is it inevitable? Will hurt only come find you again and again? Or will you let yourself have this and live?