Tough Choice

Making short work of cleaning up the broken lamp, Logan tossed it into the trashcan and hurried back to the bed where Marie lay watching him propped on one elbow. Sliding across the tangled sheets he stretched out next to her.

“We need to talk.” He whispered softly, running a hand through her hair as she smiled at him.

“So talk.” Marie said moving a little closer until she was leaning on him, her head on his chest so she could hear his heartbeat.

“What happens now?” Logan asked his hand idling tracing a pattern along her hip.

“Depends on whether or not ya still plannin’ on leaving.” She replied one hand tracing a lazy pattern on the back of his arm that rested beneath her breasts. “Cause if y’are then we need to make some plans.”

“And if I’m not?” Logan asked shifting so he could see her face.

“I’m moving in here.” She replied softly and stared at him a dark thought intruding. “Unless you’re ashamed..”
“No.” Logan denied fiercely, his dark brows drawn together at the thought. “I might have a problem with some things but ashamed of you ain’t one of ‘em.”

“What do you have a problem with?” Like a soft whisper the question did little to disturb their peace, only drew out the need to find the truth.

“That maybe you don’t feel the same about me as I do you.” Logan replied stiffly after a couple minutes. “And the age factor.”

“I don’t care about our ages and I love you so what’s the problem?” Marie asked softly.

“Do you?” Logan demanded moving swiftly rolling so she was pinned beneath him as he stared at her face.

“Do I love you?” With a soft, gentle laugh Marie nodded her head. “Boy do I ever. And this has nothing to do with anything from the past. We’ve always been friends Logan, just along the way that friendship changed, deepened.” She replied seriously. “I’m not sure exactly when the changed I just know that they did, the little things started being more important to me. The way we could sit and talk, the way you never laughed at me when I had my doubts and insecurities, the way you make me feel special even at my worst moments.” She smiled easily and shrugged. “Maybe I should have said something earlier, but I couldn’t. What good’s telling someone you care if you can’t touch them.”

“Ah but a little creativity could fix even that. But I am glad you love me, sorta makes everything good.” Logan glanced at her fiercely, watching the play of emotions on her face and grimaced. God he was supposed to be a tough guy, a real bad-ass. Bad-asses did not go around saying they were in love, not even in the relative privacy of their bedrooms.

“Say it.” Marie whispered moving daringly under him and noting his renewed interest, she loved the fact that he had healing abilities, made life so much more interesting and fun! Knowing from first hand experience how he felt she smiled, he’d have to say it and he would. Sooner or later, and since she’d sucked his powers on several occasions he was inside her head, still the briefest of touches awakened the ghost inside her head and she knew beyond a doubt that he loved her. “Say it an I’ll give you something you really, really want.” She whispered teasingly.

Raising a brow quickly Logan leaned down until his mouth was beside her ear. “I love you.” The soft whisper made her moan softly as he kissed her neck beneath her ear, tracing an invisible heart before moving down her throat softly, slowly until he was at the hollow of her throat before raising her head and staring into her eyes for a split second before he took her mouth gently, his hands locking on hers, their fingers intertwining easily.

Moaning softly at the slightest of touches against her lips, Marie shifted under him, tugging on her hands only to find them imprisoned above her head. Closing her eyes she soaked up the sensations of having him kissing her, tracing and learning each crevice within her mouth, the way his tongue felt as it moved over hers. Lifting her head she struggled to keep him from breaking the kiss even as the need for oxygen pulled at their bodies.

Moaning a soft protest when he lifted his head she arched her throat against his mouth as he nuzzled that spot beneath her chin that made her itch to touch him. Tugging on her hands again she gave up as realization dawned that he wasn’t about to let her go. Letting her hands rest above her head, she lay there with her eyes close memorizing his smell, his touch as he trailed his hands down her arms, over the sensitive flesh under her arms to trace around her breasts before teasing her nipples into hardened peaks.

Gasping as he licked at them, she arched into the caress, her mind racing even as her body started that slow, burning sliding into oblivion. Trembling as he shifted, moving off her she opened her eyes in protest. “Logan?” The soft word only drew a quick smile from him as he moved to the window and opened it a crack.

“Just letting a little of the night air in.” He whispered moving back to her. Sliding across the now tangled sheets quickly, he stopped only long enough to kick off his sweats before moving over her again. Feeling the slight breeze of early spring as it blew in through the window tracing over their bodies he shuddered even as he felt her tremble. Seeing her skin react to it, the slight puckering of her skin, the way her nipples tightened further, the way she shivered at the breeze’s touch on the dampness of her skin was more erotic than anything he’d ever seen.

Meeting her dark eyes he watched the passion flare as he trailed a hand down her body, the flick of something hot and dangerous as he moved his hand down her leg to capture her ankle and bring it up to rest against her ass. “You’re beautiful.” The words were hoarse, unfamiliar and yet heart felt. She was beautiful to him, more importantly she was his even if it meant losing everything else.

Smiling shakily she moved slowly, softly arching into his touch even as she clenched the sheets in her hands, twisting them viciously. “Logan, please.” The whimper was filled with something that Logan instantly picked up, past the scent of roses, the coming rain he could smell and feel, deeper than that was the faint, alluring smell of Marie. A scent that haunted him now, one he knew he’d never forget, one that would stay with him long after she’d gone back to her own bed. Dipping his head he dropped a feathery kiss on her nose then inched his way down her body to where her breasts lay almost begging for his attention and he smiled against her skin.

She’d have whisker burn tomorrow he’d have to remember to shave a little more often. The vague thought passed through his mind even as he moved slowly down her body, his tongue moving across her sweat dampened flesh, flesh that jerked and flexed beneath him as he moved slowly along. Dipping his tongue into her navel he could smell the instant change in her body as he pulled back before moving down her body, storing the information gleaned for another time.
Trailing his fingers through the dark curls that clung damply to her flesh he stared at her for a split second. Her face was flushed, chest heaving as she struggled to remain motionless, sensing his need to be in control even as she could feel her body losing it’s grip on reality.

Dipping his head he touched his tongue to the heart of her desire and growled softly when she arched up a soft, sharp cry coming from her lips. Gripping her ankle tightly he moved slowly, languorously as he trailed hot, moist kisses across her bare thigh, stopping to lick at the tiny button of nerves before moving on to the other leg and repeating his worship there. A gentle tug had her lifting her leg, bending it so her heel rested against her ass, leaving her open to him.

With the echo of her heart beating in his ears, the smell of her arousal and his ejaculate filling his nostrils, Logan could feel his control slipping, the sane part of him fading to be replaced by the darker, rougher side and fought it. He didn’t want to hurt Marie, which was never part of the deal even as he moved his face closer to the heat of her.

Moving slowly, torturously he licked up her slit, tasting the mixture of his own essence and hers, something he would have thought to be rather disgusting if he’d ever been asked to do but with her it seemed almost natural. Heighten his need, pulling on his control until he felt it slip another notch and growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through him and into Marie who gasped and arched into him. Moving his hands from her ankles to her hips to hold her stead, he let the wilder side of him take over, the desperate need to sample was she so lovingly offered.

Moaning sharply at the sudden fierceness of his tongue bath, Marie arched into his caress her own calm dissipating until she wasn’t aware of anything or anyone but the man who was currently licking her out. “Logan.” The word was filled with frustration, with desire and he grunted a reply but didn’t move from where he lay with his head between her legs. “Turn around.” She whimpered suddenly arching into him sharply. “Please.” The soft plea was fulfilled instantly; he shifted, moving so that he was kneeling over her in the semi darkness.

Raising her head she could feel his length as it pressed down toward her and sighed softly, her breathing increasing as she realized that it was within reach. Taking him in her hand, she swallowed the slight nervousness, she’d never done this before and wasn’t sure how to go about it but what the hell. Experience was the best teacher and Logan would let her know. Using her hand to hold him steady she moved upwards slightly, resting her weight on one bent elbow as she licked at him. Tasting the sweetly unfamiliar moisture that clung to the end of his cock she moaned as he trailed another lashing of his tongue across her clit and followed his example.

Using her tongue along his length she found an easy rhythm, moving along him until she had him in her mouth. Closing her lips around his head she moved slowly, softly suckling on him and listening to his groan. Feeling his movements of his hips she allowed herself to relax even as he began moving slowly against her face, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth.
The more he moved, the closer she came to the abyss and she arched against his mouth, urging him on until he growled what could only be a warning a split second before she felt her mouth flooded with his hot essence, the warm, sweetly, salty concoction trailing down her throat as she swallowed.

Letting him go she groaned softly as she felt her own orgasm begin, the slow steady throb of desire building until she was on the verge of falling. Gasping a protest when he backed away from her she opened her mouth to ask a question only to find it filled with his tongue as he slid himself into her quickly, roughly, his thrust as deep as he could go.

Muffling her scream as the action sent her over the edge, Logan devoured her mouth, tasting himself as well as the residual taste of her. Kissing her harshly, his breath coming in gasps as he struggled to control his thrust and prolong her pleasure he barely noticed his hands clenching into the sheets beneath them, or the way his whole body trembled, the motion rubbing his sensitive nipples against hers and pushing him closer to the edge.

Once, twice, the third thrust he felt the world stop, his body climaxing so hard that he could see spots, like the fireworks from a Forth of July. Moaning her name again and again as he buried his face into the bed beside her head, he barely heard her whispers of pleasure, all he could hear was the faint but firmly echoing sound of his name and the way her hands had moved to cling to his arms as though to hold him in place even as her ankles settled against his lower back, pushing him further into her.

Growling softly as he rolled, pulling her on top of him, Logan could feel his healing ability kicking in but tamped the renewed hard on down. He could sense Marie’s exhaustion, she’d been up since early, then to confronting him and finally making love with him twice was enough to wear anyone out. Even one as young and gorgeous as Marie.

“Logan.” The yielding tone was filled with exhaustion and something else that drew a smile.

“Yeah babe?”

“You still leaving?”

“No.” Logan replied softly, his voice almost a low growl. There was no way he could leave her now, not when he knew she loved him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. Cause I’m too tired to travel.” The laughter in her voice only hid the exhaustion a few seconds before she snuggled closer to him, shivering slightly as the breeze kicked over their skin and cooling them off rapidly. Rising Logan moved to the window and closed it quickly, softly before moving back to the bed and sliding in next to her.
Pulling her back into his body he pulled the blanket up over them, kicking the now soaked sheets out of the way and letting her rest on his chest as he slid into a deep, dreamless sleep, his grip secure on Marie’s hip as she snuggled into him, dozing off quickly.