Where I Belong Spinoff: First Time

Author's Note: Hello to all my fans who read my author notes rather than going right to the smut! This is a spinoff from a long story arc I have up on fanfiction.com. If you're interested in knowing how Mystique and Logan got to this point, backstory, and stuff other than just raw sex, I'd encourage you to look up my stories Despair and Where I Belong on there.

If you're just interested in the raw sex, well, read on.

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He gently kissed her, slowly, savoring every caress. She squirmed. It was what she wanted, but somehow, it was too intimate. Too much. "Logan," she breathed, and he paused.

"Yeah?" It shivered over her skin.

"Are you not going to…you know…"

"Fuck you?" he said, low and sexy.

She nodded, a bit embarrassed … unusual for her, but with his dark wild gaze on her, she could not help but be.

He nodded, staring at her, baring her soul to his gaze. "Oh yes. I'm gonna fuck you. You're gonna fuck me, too. That's for later. This time is special." He brought his face closer to hers. "How long has it been…ten years? Twenty? More?…since somebody made love to you?"

She thought in silence, looking up at his dear face. "I cannot really remember. But it has been quite some time."

He nodded. "I've been dry for a long time, too. Ten years." He stroked her face gently. "I haven't gone without entirely, but I haven't made love to anyone for at least ten years."

Her throat was cracking with emotion and desire. She reached a trembling hand toward him. "I am not sure I remember how. I have done nothing but … for years …"

"I'll teach you again, darlin'. Remember I'm learning, too." He gently caressed her body, the lust still there, but underscored by love.

They gently kissed and touched, loving each other as best they could. She called to him again, holding his hips desperately, and whispered, "I love you. I never thought I'd be saying it to you…"

"Nor I to you," he said with humor and lust and love. "Hell, even a month ago I'd think I was crazy if I told me where I'd end up…so close to you…I love you."

His hands brushed over her breasts again and she cried out. She ached and burned as he engulfed her nipple. Yet he was still gentle, still loving. She could hardly keep from crying as he moved down and stroked gently between her legs, eyes shining, watching her as she gasped and lurched up into his touch. Loving her.

She was not passive, of course. No one could accuse Mystique of passivity. She was actively caressing his cock, shifting as she needed, slicking her skin when he needed more moisture, while she kissed him and held him to her, letting her love shine through as she panted for more.

He shifted and poised himself at her entry, staring into her eyes, fighting to maintain control. "No problems with pregnancy, right?"

She shook her head and pulled gently at him as she raised her hips upward. "I can control whether I become pregnant or not now. Please."

He pulled back a little. "I want to hear you say it again."

She groaned. "You are the world's most frustrating man. Sometimes I wonder why I love you."

He grinned. "That's all I wanted to hear, darlin.' I love you, too." He thrust deep, then, and she had to shift a little to accommodate him. It had been a long time since she had sex at all, what with her illness and other problems. It could not be that he was that large, could it?

Soon she could not think about it. She clenched mindlessly around him as he plunged into her, deep, thick, exciting. She pushed up against him, wanting more, feeling loss every time he withdrew. His fists at her sides tightened and his breath came faster as he pushed harder and harder into her clinging pussy, finally releasing with a shout of her name, and she called his as she tightened and spasmed around him.

Afterward she dried her eyes, lying on his chest again. He whispered into the darkness, "Mystique?"

She answered, running a hand over his chest, feeling the word rumbling through him as he spoke. "Yes?"

"There's another reason I wanted to do this, you know." He tipped her chin up to look deep into her eyes. "I wanted to start things off right and keep them going right. No more mistakes. No more losses. No more regrets."

Her tears made him blur before her. "No more. Not with you, beloved." Her tears slowed and her smile turned mischievous. "But you have not yet fulfilled your promise to me."

"Promise?" He scratched his head. She nodded solemnly, wiping her eyes again, as the confusion slid over his face. "What promise?"

She leaned over him, undulating against his semi-erect cock, and felt him twitch against her. "You promised to fuck me."