Fender Benders And Consequences

Marie opened one eye, then the other to find herself in bed and realized she must have fallen asleep during the movie. She looked over to see Logan lying on his back sleeping peacefully next to her, the sheet stopping at waist level affording her a unrestricted view of his magnificent chest. Marie turned over on her side, just laying there, admiring the scenery. The man could star in a feature pictorial for Playgirl magazine - 'Men of Corporate America', but then Marie decided she really didn't want to share Logan with the rest of the world. Not satisfied with just looking, she reached out a hand and started tracing patterns across the top of his chest with just the lightest of feathery touches. Logan let out a soft moan and shifted slightly and Marie realized he was awake now, but feigning sleep.

"I know you're awake," she whispered seductively in his ear.

Logan opened one eye, "Yeah, so what are you going to do about it?"

With a sweep of her hand, Marie threw back the sheet and finding Logan naked as expected, straddled his thighs pressing her bottom down on his rapidly growing erection. Logan let out a low moan at the contact and Marie pushed down increasing the pressure on his throbbing cock.

"No fair, you still have some clothes on," he choked out.

With that, Marie pulled the little camisole top up and over her head, tossed it behind her, and then stood up on the bed and wiggled out of her panties - dropping them on Logan's chest before sitting back down on her knees, with no more barriers between them. Looking at her with hungry eyes, he tossed the panties across the room and reached up to cup both breasts in his hands. Marie threw her head back as he continued to massage her breasts while she wriggled on his hips. Logan made a move to flip her over, but Marie pushed him back down firmly - she had other plans. Leaning over, she let her hair fall in a silken curtain as she kissed, licked and nipped at his chest with her mouth while exploring with her hands. Kissing her way up to his neck, over his Adam's apple and back to the base of his throat, she shifted up enough so that one perfect breast was level with his mouth. He took the delicate bud that was offered, into his mouth and sucked on it gently. While one hand came up to provide attention to the other breast, the other hand slipped between her legs and started to explore the warm wetness. Marie let out a whimper as he slipped two fingers into her while his thumb massaged her clit teasingly.

"Oh God, Logan, that feels ...so...good..ugh...so... good."

"Touch me, Marie... Oh, please, touch me," Logan begged in a voice hoarse with passion.

Marie reached down between them and taking his cock in her hand began stroking him firmly, causing Logan to release a low growl of pleasure. They continued the mutual masturbation for a few more minutes before Logan, unable to take it any more, flipped Marie over onto her back and plunged into her hard. They made love hard, fast and furiously both reaching release quickly and crumbled in a damp heap, both completely shattered.

~*~*~*

Later that morning Logan and Marie decided to check out the local flea market. Logan normally wouldn't have been too thrilled to be shopping again {What is it with women and shopping!} but spending time doing what Marie liked to do was a concession he was willing to make. Jean couldn't have dragged him shopping at gunpoint, but Marie brought out a side of Logan he didn't realize existed - the side that cared about someone besides himself. He watched her as she found delight in all the little trinkets and knickknacks that could best be described as junk. He loved watching her so happy and carefree, they'd brought a sense of peace and tranquility to each other's lives and it was a fantastic feeling.

"Finding anything interesting, babe?"

"Nah, not really. I guess I'm just mostly a browser."

"Oh, yeah, I think I'm half-browser .........on my mother's side."

"Logan, you're such a nut," Marie laughed, kissing him on the cheek "that's why I love you."

"Gee, all this time I thought it was my egg-cooking skills."

"Let's not forget your barbecuing abilities, too - very impressive."

"Speaking of things that once 'moo-ed', wanna BBQ tonight?"

"Sure, if you want."

He loved the fact that Marie didn't force him to eat 'healthy' if he didn't want to, that when he actually ate a salad it was by choice, not because there wasn't any other option. So many little things about her that he loved. Logan Roberts, hopelessly, passionately, head-over-in-heels in love - who woulda thought.

Just then it started to sprinkle rain and they made a mad dash back to the car moments before the heavens opened up and the sprinkles turned into a downpour. So much for barbecuing.

~*~*~*

Marie was standing in the kitchen watching the rain steadily pelt the windows, putting together some sandwiches for lunch when Logan came up behind her, put his arms around her at waist level and started rubbing her stomach in slow circles.

"Just giving the baby a massage," he told her, kissing the top of her head.

"Um, that feels good," Marie sighed, leaning back against his hard chest.

"Hey, I have an idea. You must have baby photos around here, right? We should get them out - you know, kinda check out what our kid's gonna look like."

"What if he or she looks more like you instead of me?"

"Nah, she's gonna look exactly like her beautiful mother."

"She, huh? You're pretty sure it's a she?"

"Positive."

"Well, look at this way, you've only got a 50% chance of being wrong."

"I'll finish the sandwiches, you go dig up the photos."

Marie returned with an armload of photo albums and they ate lunch while poring over them, the rain continuing to make a light tapping noise on the roof sounded like peaceful, soothing music.

"Logan, you must have photos of you as a kid. We'll have to get those, too."

"I was a pretty goofy-looking kid, it might scare you."

"Somehow I can't picture you ever being goofy-looking."

"Trust me, it wasn't pretty. I was your quintessential 98-pound dweeb as a teenager."

"Well, you certainly turned out rather spectacular, anyway."

"Ah, here's the requisite 'naked baby on the white rug' photo," Logan laughed.

"I think every kid in existence has that pose in their photo album, what's with that?"

"I wouldn't mind recreating that photo of you.... now."

"Logan!" She swatted him on the arm.

"What! I think you'd look pretty hot ...... naked on a white rug.... I've got a digital camera." He gave her the eyebrow quirk and a devilish grin.

Marie shook her head negatively. "I don't think so - uh, uh."

"It's not like I'm suggesting we video tape ourselves making love, it's just one little picture."

"Video-taping? Is that where this is heading?"

"No. Unless *you* wanted to. I wouldn't say no."

Logan quirked an eyebrow at her again and grinned wickedly. He knew she would never do it, he was just playing with her.

"Ok, what if I said I'd think about it?" She winked at him sinfully and Logan's jaw hit the ground.