Lonewind Valley

A/N: I own none of these characters, I make no profit from this. I simply enjoy borrowing them to produce much smutty goodness!

Dawn came so early these days that the heat just seeped into the air sucking the life out of everyone as the cool night breeze fought to survive. Logan was just about to wander up to wake Rouge for her shift when he caught a sent he didn’t know. It wasn’t strong, but it carried so well on the air that he could smell it above the various growing smells of the tavern. The heat must have brought it in seeking out the cooler air of shaded corners. He couldn’t quite pin it down, but it wasn’t anything familiar. It belonged to someone who wasn’t from the town… someone… new. The shaded silouette in the swinging door was smaller, but well built and taken care of. Scraggly short hair was a mess on his head and he wore what looked like a jacket made of horse hide. He stared at the man as he walked closer to the bar taking note of everything he could… especially the long whip coiled neatly and hanging from his belt. He stayed at the far end of the bar and watched him sit down before even making an attempt at welcoming him. He always had been untrusting… must have been something about his childhood that made him that way.

“mornin” Logan said in that growl of a voice.
“Hello” said the stranger.
“what can I do ya fer Mr…” he let the last hang in the air and stared at him to get his point across. He knew everyone in this town, and when he didn’t, he didn’t like you.
“Wagner, Kurt Wagner” the man replied, although what came out of his mouth sounded a little more along the lines of ‘Vaughner” the german was still so thick in his voice even after years out of that country.
“You’re new to town, that means you’re either runnin from someone or playin dead. That’s the only reason people end up here… can’t even recall when the last person was born here.” Logan growled at him, letting him know of his dis-like of the man.
“Dey did not follow me here, I vould not bring dat trouble upon innocent people” He whispered almost as if afraid someone might hear him.
“Interesting jacket you got there, but I can tell it’s hot ‘cause ya smell like ya aint bathed in weeks” He sniffed at him then and walked away to get himself a mug of beer.
“It is vhy I am running. It was my horse, someone tried to steal it from me, and it died in the process. I had zee skin turned into a jacket so I could show zee azzhole it was MY horse. De next ting I knew, my home was on fire and zee police were waiting for me. Tankfully I vas not in zee home vhen dey burned it.”
“All that over a fuckin horse?”
“I know, it sounds bad, but is true. It was a good horse.”
“Obviously”
“Can I get a drink?”
“Got any money?” Logan asked before taking a long slow drink from his mug
“Nein”
“Come again? Round here we speak English not… whatever the fuck that was”
“German. It has… how do you say… stuck vit me, even after five years”
“Five years don’t make you American… speakin like one sure as hell wont help ya in my eyes either.”
“You don’t like me because I am German?” He seemed honestly confused by that
“I don’t like anyone not from this town”
“Oh… I see” he stood up then realizing that he wasn’t going to get anything from here. “Vere is zee… sheriff?”
“Why you lookin for trouble?” Logan stood straighter then letting the man that he could find it anytime he wanted.
“Not at all… I vish to introduce myself and declare my veapons”
“He don’t care about that… that boy don’t care about nothin in this place, just sits in that chair watchin people like he’s some hot-shot, but if you must, make a right and keep walkin” Logan said before he set the empty mug of beer down and stared at the man. “Have a nice day now” he growled out.

The stranger bowed and turned to leave. The sun was barely in the sky and already you could feel the heat trying to crawl into your skin like ants avoiding rain. He walked for what felt like ages in the heat, but was only about five minutes before he reached the sheriff station. He knocked on the door but received no answer. When he tried the door, it was unlocked.

“Hello?” he called out as he stepped inside the only sound he heard was a snoring from behind yet another door. “Hello?” he called again as he opened the door and looked around only to see a sight that stopped him and made his eyebrows raise. There on the floor, inside a locked jail cell was a beautiful woman sleeping on her stomach, her black hair fanned out around her covering the chest of the man asleep on the floor with her. It wasn’t the people covered in a blanket on the floor of a locked cell that bothered him, it was the fact that the sheriff’s uniform was in a pile in the corner and the man was wearing the sheriff’s hat sleeping next to a woman in handcuffs that bothered him.

“Hello?” Kurt said very faintly just checking to see if they were awake at all
“What do you want?” Scott replied in a very sleep filled voice
“I can see dat you are busy, I vill come back later” Kurt mumbled as he slowly backed out of the door.
“You do that…” was all that Scott could manage to get out.

Several hours earlier-

Scott took a deep breath and headed back inside the small office to fumble over his paperwork for a while, when he noticed that Wanda was unusually quiet.
“You alive in there Maximoff?” He called out from behind the small cluttered desk but no answer came. “Damnit all to hell” he muttered as he threw the paper he was looking at on the desk and walked over to the cell door. “Maximoff?” silence “Shit, what could’ve happened…” he spat out as he unlocked the door and entered the cell room. When he turned around it took all the control he had in his body to retain a cool head. Wanda Maximoff was asleep on the poor excuse for a bed that was contained within her cell wearing her overly tight leather corset, with the first few clips open, and pair of lace panites that she’d obviously stolen. Her lithe form lay languidly on the thin mattress, her long raven hair sprawled out on the pillow.
He must have stared at her for a good five minutes before he finally shook off the image of her and took the metal cup sitting outside the bars and ran it across them waking her with a start. As her body jumped slightly at the sound, she refused to open her eyes.
“Maximoff!” Scott yelled
“Fuck off… I’m sleeping”
“Excuse me?”
“I said… Fuck… Off… I’m sleeping” she stated as she rolled over onto her side, her back facing him but a small grin began to form on her face that Scott couldn’t see.
“Why don’t you say that to my face…” he moved closer to the bars, “Or are you to afraid?” he smirked knowing it would provoke her, but suddenly he decided that was just what he wanted.
In a movement not many can accomplish gracefully and without use of hands she rolled over and got off the bed striding over towards the bars to face him. “Fuck. Off.” She stated simply then spat on his shoes and smirked an irritated grin at him.
“You shouldn’t have done that” He said to her
“Why not, what in the world could you possibly do to me?” she said as her cuffed hands gripped the bars again giving him a look to kill.
“You’d be surprised what I’m capable of Maximoff”
“Hmm I don’t think I’d be all that surprised Summers” she said in an annoyed tone as she leaned herself against the bars staring at him, but her breath was getting heavier as she realized just how turned on by him she was.
“In this town, I’m the Marshall, which means in this room, I’m a god, and can get away with… anything.”
For a moment a worried look crossed her face but vanished just as quickly.
“You don’t have the spine Summers, you wouldn’t be able to kill a fly on a wall, hell you couldn’t even take up my offer earlier. Tsk Tsk Tsk… you have no idea the things I could do to you” she said as she slipped one petite leg through the bars and began to run it up his right leg.
“Don’t tempt me… You don’t know what you’d be getting yourself into…”
“Just open the door Summers… that’s all it takes…”
Scott looked at her for a long moment then stepped back from her to get her to pull her leg back in the cell “yeah right… I open that door and you knock me unconscious and run like hell”
“I tell you what… I’ll go sit down on that bed and you open the door and come in here with me. Aint nobody around, yer deputy is off duty, who’d even bother to check in on the sheriff?” As she said the last she went and stood under the little window suddenly wishing it was lower. She heard Scott shuffle around, but didn’t bother to turn around figuring him to pass on her offer yet again. She was about to tell him that he could still keep the cuffs on when she heard the jingle of the key ring and the sound of the heavy lock turning. Her eyes went wide when she turned around though. She hadn’t expected to see Scott with his shirt off holding the keys in one hand and good length of rope in the other. She hadn’t realized just how well toned he’d gotten to be from their last meeting when he was the deputy.
“Now what exactly do you plan to do with that?” she asked nodding towards the rope in his hand.
“Well now” he said in a sultry tone as closed the cell door and dropped the keys to the ground. With each step he took towards her, he let out a length of the rope. He smiled as he watched Wanda swallow hard and step back until she ran into the wall. “Am I making you nervous?” he asked with a smirk as he came within touching distance of her.
“A little” she breathed out, but then with a wicked smile “but you’re turning me on like never before… didn’t know you had this in you”
“It’ll be in you soon enough” he said as he closed the distance between them and his fingers traced a feathery caress down her right arm. He smiled as he watched her shiver and her tanned creamy skin turned to gooseflesh. As his fingers traced down her hand they gripped tightly upon the chain between the cuffs binding her wrists and jerked them harshly above her head pinning them against the bars of the window. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the grunt of surprise that escaped her. When she tried to lean into him to press her lips to his he pulled away which resulted in a frustrated sound from her. “not yet Wanda… I’m just getting started” he whispered in her ear as he brought the rope up and tied the chain of the cuffs to the bars of the window. When he was done, he let his fingers trickle down her arms as he leaned into her and traced her collar bone with his lips letting out a stream of hot air against her skin making the gooseflesh rise again.
“Summers…” she breathed out in a horse voice full of lust. She tried her hardest to pull her hands down to run her fingers through his hair but all she succeeded in was bruising her wrists. “take these things off so I can touch you!” she said with a force that would make most men jump.
“shut the fuck up Maximoff… you belong to me now” he spoke into her ear through her hair making the fine strands dance with his breath tickling her skin as his fingers began to deftly pull the lacing free from her corset until the red leather fell from her body with ease. She tried again to pull her arms down and only resulted in getting a trickle of blood rolling down her left wrist. Scott reached up and wiped the blood away from her skin and wiped it along her bottom lip painting it crimson with her own blood.
“you keep that up and our fun will be over before it’s gotten good” He leaned in then and licked the blood from her bottom lip before pressing his lips to hers in a fiery kiss just as his hands took a grip of her breasts. Wanda Maximoff moaned with pent up lust as she brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. She pulled away from his lips then in an effort to breathe as Scott pinched her nipples gently making her whimper for more.
“Take me Summers… fuck me hard” she moaned to him as she began to grind her hips against him trying to get the relief she so desperately wanted. She could feel him growing hard through his pants and fought again to bring her arms down. When she couldn’t get relief in any form she let out a cry of frustration. Just at that moment Scott slid his hand down her panties, parted her lips and pressed two fingers upon her clit gaining him another cry from her, this time of pleasure as her first orgasm crashed down upon her and her legs fell away from him as she lost her strength. By the time she could stand on her own legs again, he’d removed her panties and his own pants. As he stepped towards her pressing his naked form against hers he took her right nipple in his mouth and began teasing it with his tongue, rolling the soft flesh around like one would a lollypop. When he returned his lips to her mouth he lifted her ass up and as she wrapped her legs around him again, he guided his dick inside her. Wanda grunted as she pulled his body to her with the force of her legs. Scott yelled as he sunk home and her tightness surround his dick like nothing he’d felt before. Suddenly he found himself gripping the bars of the window as well just to steady himself and leaning his forehead on her shoulder
“Jesus you’re tight…” he panted out his hot breath dancing over her skin.
“No actually… you’re just… rather large” she panted back as her hands gripped the bars tighter. As Scott found his composure he began to pull out and start a steady rhythm.
“Fuck me Summers!” Wanda cried out as she used her heels to push him towards her with more force. “Harder…” was all she muttered before his pace began to pick up and soon the handcuffs were cutting into her wrists with their motions. A few moments into their fucking, the chain between the bonds snapped at the center link and her hands slipped on the bars that were now coated with blood.
“Yes…. Oh god Scott… right there…” were just a few of the screamed words that were muttered before her orgasm came crashing down around her causing her to tighten around him even more as her muscles contracted with pleasure. As the second wave of her orgasm hit her, her hands lost their grip and she fell limp pressed between the wall and Scott.
“Fuck… Wanda…” was the last of the coherent words Scott uttered before he gave out a yell of ecstasy and gave one last thrust spending himself deep within her. As his orgasm subsided, he lost the strength in his legs and they both went tumbling to the ground in a sweaty pile of spent lust.
“Mother of Pearl… no one’s fucked me like that in years…” Wanda whimpered as she tried to regain the feeling in her body. “next round… I get to be on top” She whispered in his ear before running her tongue along the edge of it.