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A Girl After His Own Heart
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,525
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Three
A Girl After His Own Heart – Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story idea.
~~
The next morning Val slept in. The previous day’s ordeal, not to mention the endless and exhausting night, had taken its toll. As she slowly drifted awake, though, her muscles protested and she was reminded of all the things she’d asked them to do the night before. Gingerly opening her eyes, she realized that she was alone in her bed and she allowed herself to blush. They’d lost count of the number of times they’d made…no, she corrected herself with a frown, the color leaving her face. They’d lost count of the number of times they’d fucked. The sunlight pushing through her blinds lent a sharp edge the morning after and she grimaced. Pulling on her pajama bottoms and white tank top from the night before, she stumbled into the kitchen. Fresh from a shower and wearing his jeans, now cleaner, and nothing else, Logan puttered around in her kitchen.
“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he drawled with warm eyes as he sipped his coffee. Her hair had dried in the night and it was now a rumpled mess. He smiled and thought she looked adorable.
“Mmm,” she answered shyly. Unable to meet his gaze she kept her head down and headed straight for the coffee maker. After pouring herself a generous portion, she moved to the table and they sat awkwardly across from one another as they had the night before.
Val hunched her shoulders and slurped the dark brew. “Thanks for making coffee,” she mumbled after half her mug was gone.
“It was the least I could do,” Logan answered with a low voice.
“You found the washer and dryer?” she assumed.
“In the basement, yeah,” he nodded. “I hope you don’t mind.”
She shook her head quickly and said, “Not at all.” Still unable to look him in the eye, her gaze settled, unfocused and still sleepy, on his chest and she absently appreciated the view.
“Take a picture,” he teased.
She blushed but ignored him and got up to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“You know what day of the week it is?” Logan inquired.
“No idea,” she replied as she sat down again, glad that they were not addressing the events of the previous night.
“Don’t you work or…anything?” he asked, curious.
“No,” she said quietly with a bit of a catch in her voice.
“How come?”
“Let’s just say this is the way my family keeps the black sheep outta the barn,” she said ruefully.
He nodded in understanding. Her parents or somebody obviously paid for this place and sent her money for food and anything she might need to keep her from coming home.
“That’s gotta be rough,” Logan acknowledged, trying to catch her guarded blue eyes.
“Not as hard as living with them was. I was glad to get out,” Val shrugged, trying to maintain a light tone.
“When was the last time you saw them?” Logan inquired still trying to gauge the length of time she’d lived here.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she replied with an edge to her voice.
“Well I guess that’s better than ‘fuck off’,” he teased, trying to change the mood. “You know, you’re a lot nicer after a good – ”
“Fuck off,” she replied with a smile before draining her cup.
He chuckled and said, “That’s more like it.”
Not wishing to get too chummy, Val refused fall into the playful banter that he seemed to be pushing for. Instead, she forced herself to say quietly but firmly, “The nearest town is about thirty miles away. I’m thinking we should get going pretty soon.”
Logan nodded and acknowledged to himself the disappointment. He had hoped that after last night she’d have changed her mind, but he wasn’t going to beg. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around someplace he wasn’t wanted.
Crossing into her bedroom, he paused to note the messy bed and the delightful memories that they brought to mind. Locating the tee shirt she’d given him last night, he quickly pulled it on, then added the socks he’d recently pulled from the dryer and his boots. He’d have to come up with some kind of jacket, but other than that, he was ready to go. He went to the living room and sat on the couch to wait for her.
~~
In the bathroom, Val stood under the hot spray relishing the memories of the previous night. As she washed her hair, she toyed with the idea of asking him to stay one more day, but knew it was pointless. He wasn’t from these parts and he probably had people worried about him. There was no point in asking him to stay because she knew he wouldn’t and she’d be damned if she’d set herself up for a fall like that. She’d have the memories of last night to keep her warm and that would have to be enough, she decided grimly.
Turning the water off she got out and dried herself before wrapping her body in the towel and heading for the bedroom. She found that the bed was still a mess but she didn’t care – it reminded her of what they’d done. Dropping her towel on the floor, she opened a drawer and pulled on panties and a bra. Adding jeans and a long-sleeved cotton top, she wound her still-wet hair into another tight knot at the base of her neck and sat on the bed to pull on her socks.
Val finished dressing and put on her boots, then she entered the living room and said softly with much regret, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” he replied in a similar tone. “I need a jacket, though, and some money.”
Her huge leather jacket was still slung across the chair and she picked it up. “This has always been ridiculously big on me…got it at a flea market years ago. Do you think it’ll fit you?”
Logan pulled it on and found that it was just a little small. He could deal, though. He loved that it was saturated with her scent. “It’s perfect,” he responded.
Pulling a wad of cash from her jeans pocket, she pushed it into his hand and then opened the small closet near the front door and pulled out her parka, a hat, scarf, and gloves. “Let’s go,” she said with a hint of something he couldn’t read.
Logan followed her out the door and to the pick up, still parked next to the beat up Ford.
“Where are you going to leave it?”
“Thera dea deep ravine about ten minutes outside of town. I’m gonna push it in and hike back here.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like a good plan.”
She started the engine and headed for town, driving slower than she had been last night. He wondered idly if she was not looking forward to his exit from her life.
The thirty miles went by quickly and she pulled up outside of the town’s only eatery. It was a combination laundromat-bar-restaurant called Suds, Duds, & Spuds.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, amused.
“Lotsa truckers pass through here on their way to Helena,” she said her voice filled with emotion. “You’ll find a hitch, no problem.”
“Well…thanks for the ride,” he said suggestively.
She blushed and chuckled, getting the joke and allowing it to break the tension. “My pleasure,” she answered staring at him meaningfully.
He leaned across the seat and brought his face close to hers, never breaking the look. “Guess this is it.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
Brushing his lips against hers he playful nipped at her and she let out a breath and pressed mouth against his hard. She let her fingers push into his hair as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She enjoyed herself thoroughly before he finally pulled back and said slowly and with no little amount of sorrow, “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”
She nodded and replied shakily, “Take it easy.”
Just before he pushed open the door and disappeared he said brokenly, “You, too.”
Before she could answer, he slammed the door and headed into the bar. Val watched him until he disappeared and then drove away wishing she didn’t miss him so much already.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story idea.
~~
The next morning Val slept in. The previous day’s ordeal, not to mention the endless and exhausting night, had taken its toll. As she slowly drifted awake, though, her muscles protested and she was reminded of all the things she’d asked them to do the night before. Gingerly opening her eyes, she realized that she was alone in her bed and she allowed herself to blush. They’d lost count of the number of times they’d made…no, she corrected herself with a frown, the color leaving her face. They’d lost count of the number of times they’d fucked. The sunlight pushing through her blinds lent a sharp edge the morning after and she grimaced. Pulling on her pajama bottoms and white tank top from the night before, she stumbled into the kitchen. Fresh from a shower and wearing his jeans, now cleaner, and nothing else, Logan puttered around in her kitchen.
“Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he drawled with warm eyes as he sipped his coffee. Her hair had dried in the night and it was now a rumpled mess. He smiled and thought she looked adorable.
“Mmm,” she answered shyly. Unable to meet his gaze she kept her head down and headed straight for the coffee maker. After pouring herself a generous portion, she moved to the table and they sat awkwardly across from one another as they had the night before.
Val hunched her shoulders and slurped the dark brew. “Thanks for making coffee,” she mumbled after half her mug was gone.
“It was the least I could do,” Logan answered with a low voice.
“You found the washer and dryer?” she assumed.
“In the basement, yeah,” he nodded. “I hope you don’t mind.”
She shook her head quickly and said, “Not at all.” Still unable to look him in the eye, her gaze settled, unfocused and still sleepy, on his chest and she absently appreciated the view.
“Take a picture,” he teased.
She blushed but ignored him and got up to pour herself another cup of coffee.
“You know what day of the week it is?” Logan inquired.
“No idea,” she replied as she sat down again, glad that they were not addressing the events of the previous night.
“Don’t you work or…anything?” he asked, curious.
“No,” she said quietly with a bit of a catch in her voice.
“How come?”
“Let’s just say this is the way my family keeps the black sheep outta the barn,” she said ruefully.
He nodded in understanding. Her parents or somebody obviously paid for this place and sent her money for food and anything she might need to keep her from coming home.
“That’s gotta be rough,” Logan acknowledged, trying to catch her guarded blue eyes.
“Not as hard as living with them was. I was glad to get out,” Val shrugged, trying to maintain a light tone.
“When was the last time you saw them?” Logan inquired still trying to gauge the length of time she’d lived here.
“I don’t really want to talk about it,” she replied with an edge to her voice.
“Well I guess that’s better than ‘fuck off’,” he teased, trying to change the mood. “You know, you’re a lot nicer after a good – ”
“Fuck off,” she replied with a smile before draining her cup.
He chuckled and said, “That’s more like it.”
Not wishing to get too chummy, Val refused fall into the playful banter that he seemed to be pushing for. Instead, she forced herself to say quietly but firmly, “The nearest town is about thirty miles away. I’m thinking we should get going pretty soon.”
Logan nodded and acknowledged to himself the disappointment. He had hoped that after last night she’d have changed her mind, but he wasn’t going to beg. The last thing he wanted to do was hang around someplace he wasn’t wanted.
Crossing into her bedroom, he paused to note the messy bed and the delightful memories that they brought to mind. Locating the tee shirt she’d given him last night, he quickly pulled it on, then added the socks he’d recently pulled from the dryer and his boots. He’d have to come up with some kind of jacket, but other than that, he was ready to go. He went to the living room and sat on the couch to wait for her.
~~
In the bathroom, Val stood under the hot spray relishing the memories of the previous night. As she washed her hair, she toyed with the idea of asking him to stay one more day, but knew it was pointless. He wasn’t from these parts and he probably had people worried about him. There was no point in asking him to stay because she knew he wouldn’t and she’d be damned if she’d set herself up for a fall like that. She’d have the memories of last night to keep her warm and that would have to be enough, she decided grimly.
Turning the water off she got out and dried herself before wrapping her body in the towel and heading for the bedroom. She found that the bed was still a mess but she didn’t care – it reminded her of what they’d done. Dropping her towel on the floor, she opened a drawer and pulled on panties and a bra. Adding jeans and a long-sleeved cotton top, she wound her still-wet hair into another tight knot at the base of her neck and sat on the bed to pull on her socks.
Val finished dressing and put on her boots, then she entered the living room and said softly with much regret, “Ready?”
“Yeah,” he replied in a similar tone. “I need a jacket, though, and some money.”
Her huge leather jacket was still slung across the chair and she picked it up. “This has always been ridiculously big on me…got it at a flea market years ago. Do you think it’ll fit you?”
Logan pulled it on and found that it was just a little small. He could deal, though. He loved that it was saturated with her scent. “It’s perfect,” he responded.
Pulling a wad of cash from her jeans pocket, she pushed it into his hand and then opened the small closet near the front door and pulled out her parka, a hat, scarf, and gloves. “Let’s go,” she said with a hint of something he couldn’t read.
Logan followed her out the door and to the pick up, still parked next to the beat up Ford.
“Where are you going to leave it?”
“Thera dea deep ravine about ten minutes outside of town. I’m gonna push it in and hike back here.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like a good plan.”
She started the engine and headed for town, driving slower than she had been last night. He wondered idly if she was not looking forward to his exit from her life.
The thirty miles went by quickly and she pulled up outside of the town’s only eatery. It was a combination laundromat-bar-restaurant called Suds, Duds, & Spuds.
“Are you kidding me?” he asked, amused.
“Lotsa truckers pass through here on their way to Helena,” she said her voice filled with emotion. “You’ll find a hitch, no problem.”
“Well…thanks for the ride,” he said suggestively.
She blushed and chuckled, getting the joke and allowing it to break the tension. “My pleasure,” she answered staring at him meaningfully.
He leaned across the seat and brought his face close to hers, never breaking the look. “Guess this is it.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
Brushing his lips against hers he playful nipped at her and she let out a breath and pressed mouth against his hard. She let her fingers push into his hair as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. She enjoyed herself thoroughly before he finally pulled back and said slowly and with no little amount of sorrow, “I guess I’ll be seeing you.”
She nodded and replied shakily, “Take it easy.”
Just before he pushed open the door and disappeared he said brokenly, “You, too.”
Before she could answer, he slammed the door and headed into the bar. Val watched him until he disappeared and then drove away wishing she didn’t miss him so much already.