Behaving Badly

*Author's note: I know, it's not really bad, but to make Logan do something really bad and OOC, he'd have to commit a tripple homicide in a convent or something, so instead I had to go with inconsiderate and selfish.

Logan drove his motorcycle to an all-night convenience store and parked under the streetlight. He got off and walked three blocks to a small two-bedroom ranch-style h tha that sat on a pretty lawn. He moved around thek ank and let himself in one of the windows.e wae was alone. He could smell other people who'd been there, but no one was tonight. He undressed in the kitchen and dropped his clothes on the floor. He walked, naked, to the bedroom and pushed the door open. Grace was sleeping in her bed, her dark hair spilled over the pale blue pillows. The name fit. She used to be a dancer, now she sold real estate. He met her when her car had broken down, and they'd ended up in bed.


It had been a few months since Logan had last been to this town. He used to make a point of coming here and dropping in on Grace. Living witbuncbunch of teenagers was beginning to wear on him. Their hormones were getting the best of him, and although he couldn't bend Jean or Kitty over the nearest piece of furniture, he needed to get a little release. The scent of Grace on clean, cotton sheets was enough to give him a raging hard-on and he took the liberty of donning protection before he got to the bed. She lay on her stomach and the blankets were pulled up to her waist, baring her naked back to his view.


Logan stared for a few minutes, drawing out the anticipation. Grace had always been a deep sleeper, he decided to give her something nice to wake up to. He crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, smelling her hair and warm skin. He pulled the sheets down her legs and was pleased that she still slept naked. It was the business suited stuffy ones that you had to look out for. They were always tigers in the sack. He licked his lips, and pressed feathery kisses down her spine. He brushed her hair away and started with the back of her neck, working his way down. She sighed in her sleep and moved her legs, restlessly.


Next, Logan ran his hands over Grace's shoulders and arms, lightly brushing his fingertips under her arms and to the outer curve of her ample breasts. He began whispering to her, growling in her ear, telling her all of the things he was going to do to her that night. She shifted again and let out a small whimper. He moved down her body, placing kisses and licks on her until he reached the cleft of her buttocks. He moved his hand between her thighs and held his fingers against her, just exerting a little pressure, not going for penetration yet. He had plenty of time.


Grace let a t a moan in her sleep and tined ned the muscles in her bottom, pushing herself against his fingers. Logan moved his hand under her pelvis and brought the other one under her shoulder, turning her over gently. She started to stir then and he paused, waiting till her breathing became even again. He could smell her arousal; it made him wet his lips again. He brought his large hands up to her breasts and caressed them, boldly. Her nipples sprang to attention like little soldiers under his command. When he saw her toss her head slightly, he knew she was waking, but he couldn't wait any longer. He slid down her body and parted her thighs.


Grace opened her eyes when she felt warm breath on her belly. She'd been having a very pleasant dream, when she raised her head; she let out a startled gasp. It was the only sound she was able to make before he attacked. A cry tore loose from her throat when he buried his face between her legs. His rough tongue was poking into her, and his eyes glittered at her from over her pubic mound.


"Oh my God, Logan!" She gasped, her fingers clenched in the sheets. He lifted his head and grinned at her, then he pushed his middle and third finger inside her while using his pinky and index finger to hold her passion-slicked lips wide open. He lowered his head and sucked hard on her clitoris, using his sharp teeth on it. She bucked up against him and he gripped her hip with his other hand, keeping her still under his sweet assault. "No, I can't-God don't stop." Her voice was rough from sleep. He raised lifted his shaggy head and looked at her again.


"Well, which is it, Darlin'?" He asked, giving a twitch with his fingers. Her whole body jerked in response to what his hand was doing to her.


"Where did you come from?" She managed to ask through a curtain of hair that had fallen into her face. "It's been months."


"Do you really care?" He lowered his head again and his tongue flicked out again, sending her nerve endings screaming for mercy. "Do you?" He asked again, taking the sensitive bud between his upper teeth and tongue. He rubbed her inside and she pushed her face into him, involuntarily.


"No." The word was torn from her throat. He returned to his task and Grace returned to her writhing. She was screaming his name in less than two minutes. He felt her tighten around his fingers, and her thighs clamp around his head, reminding him that she still kept her dancer's body ood ood shape.


Logan waited until she lay back, limp and panting on the bed. She drew her legs away from him and swung them over the side of the bed. "Your timing couldn't be worse." She said, turning her back on him. He crawled over to her and pressed his lips to her naked shoulder. She stiffened and started tol awl away. He stopped her with his hands.


"Yer body tells me I'm right on time." He felt her begin to relax against him and moved his hands around to cup her breasts. She started to lean back, then stiffened and got up, stepping away from the bed.


"I'm serious, Logan. You don't have any idea what's going on in my life right now."


"That was the whole idea with us." He said, walking up behind her. She stood naked in front of her vanity table and toyed with one of her make-up brushes. He knew she was remembering the time he'd used them to touch her.


"Logan you know what I mean." Grace didn't meet his gaze in the mirror. "It's been months since I've seen you."


"I can tell. You were so tense I thought you'd wrench my neck off with yer thighs." He moved close and his erection poked her in the bottom. "Obviously you needed me and my services pretty bad." She set down the brush with a snap.


"Then what? I'm still alone in the morning." He slipped his hands around her waist and kissed her shoulder, nibbling with his sharp teeth.


"I ain't the kind of guy you really want to see first thing in the morning." She turned to face him. "Trust me, if my hair looks likis nis now…" he left off his sentence when she started to chuckle.


"You can't keep coming back here, Logan. This has to be the last time." Her expression was resolved. His was too. He began to fondle her breasts and brought his mouth dto fto first one, then the otherckincking hard and grazing her tender skin with his teeth. He reached a hand down between her legs and into the wetness that was still there. He stroked and fondled and bit and kissed her until her hands slid up along his back to move hesitantly into his hair. He kissed her neck and jaw, leaving marks with his teeth. She pulled his chin up and kissed him on the mouth. His tongue swept in and tangled with hers, giving a musky taste of herself along with his own mix of cigars and whiskey.


"Come on, Darlin'." He coaxed with his fingers. "You know how I like it." She kissed him once, deeply, then turned around and leaned over the vanity table, gripping the far edge of it. He pushed her thighs apart and ran his hand up the inside of her leg. His swollen head brushed at her entrance and he felt her tense. "Gracie," he said into her ear, holding her hips with his hands, "it's gonna be so good, Baby." Then he pushed in, thrusting deep inside to her core. She let out a soft moan at the feeling of being filled.


Logan began to pump himself in and out of her; he started fast and got faster. He pounded hard and held tight to her hips. Grace gripped the edge of the vanity for dear life and tried to push back against him. He reached around and and placed his hands over hers. His bristly face was rubbing against her back as he pistoned himself in and out of her. Her thighs were crashing against the edge of the table with bruising force. He grunted behind her and flattened her chest against the top of the table.


"Oh God, Logan." She moaned and he buried his fingers in her hair, never breaking his rhythm.


"You said I couldn’t' come back here." He growled. "Are you still sure about that?" He slowed his speed abruptly but held her in place, not allowing her to push back onto him. She gasped and reached back to grip his buttocks, trying to push him faster. It was like moving a boulder.


"Logan, Please." She begged.


"Tell me when I can come back." He slipped his fingers between her legs and his other hand pinched her nipple.


"No, I can't." She squeezed her eyes shut. He gave a couple of thrusts and slowed again. She was close, he could smell it.


"Tell me."


"Every Thursday. You can come every Thursday." The words fell haltingly from her lips, but they were spoken and he wouldn't disappoint. He wrenched her knee up and began to pound her again, knocking a bottle of hair spray off the vanity in the process. She screamed again and when he felt her clench around him, he drove deep and came hard, squeezing her breast and thigh. He panted against her for a few minutes till she began to move again. She stumbled away from him and to the bathroom. He heard the shower start to run and took his cue. She'd have some pretty interesting bruises in the morning. She'd definitely have a hard time explaining the bites.


Logan dressed and left the way he'd arrived. He made his way back to his bike and tried not to think about Grace. He pretended he hadn't seen the photograph on her nightstand, he pretended he hadn't seen thamonamond on her finger, and he pretended he didn't know why she could only see him on Thursdays. It wasn't his problem. He was doing her a service. If he didn't visit Grace, the job wouldn't get done. He drove three hours back to Bayville and the mansion filled with horny teenagers. He'd have to shower and wash his clothes immediately. If he walked around with clothes that smelled like sex, he'd have no willpower during his early morning Danger Room exercises with teenage girls in spandex.