A Nabokov Tale
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Marie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,579
Reviews:
7
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Currently Reading:
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A Nabokov Tale
Chapter 1
Please heed all warnings
Logan already hated the muggy air of the south, the rolling heat, the bugs...Lord he just hated this place. But he needed to make money, so he’d followed the fight circuit to Mississippi - hoping to make a final haul before heading to his cabin in the Canadian wilderness.
First thing he had to do was find a place to stay, motel accommodations were limited cause of some fuckin’ convention or shit goin’ on in the main town - so here he was stuck goin’ to a guesthouse, hopin’ that the owner wouldn’t take one look at him and throw his ass to the curb. Not that they really could.
Approaching the gate of the white wash house, Logan got the distinct impression that he was walking into an unknown domestic universe - mostly because he was, but he needed a place to crash for the next two weeks and it was this or a bus stop. He knocked on the door. His sensitive hearing picked up the sound of heals clicking along the hallway, before the door was opened and he was engulfed in the cloying scent of some flowery perfume.
“Can I help you?”
The woman before him must have been in her forties though it was clear she was trying in vain to fight back the years, her tight navy dress clung to her ample bosom where she was spilling slightly out at the scooped neck, as it continued to cling down to her stalking clad legs over her rotund ass. A quick glance back up told Logan that her eyes wear brown and her hair a badly dyed blonde.
“Uh yeah, I’m looking for a place to stay for the next two weeks and heard that you might have a room available.”
She gave him a cursory glance, focusing in on his broad chest, a slight predatory smirk gracing her painted lips, drawling:
“Why sure Honey, why don’t you come inside out of this heat and we’ll see what I can do for you.”
He followed the click-clack of her heals on the wooden floor to modest sitting room, were she gesture he sit on the settee and bustled off through another door to the kitchen. Hearing the chink of glasses in the kitchen Logan took the time to scan the room, noting the family pictures on the wall and the knickknacks scattered around the all too feminine room. Soon she returned, with a tray of lemonade and freshly powdered nose.
“Some lemonade for you”, she uttered handing him a sweating glass. Settling a little too close to him on the settee. “Mrs-”
“Miss D’Ancanto”, she breathed, “My husband passed away two years ago, leaving me all alone, but you can call me Julia, Mr...”
“Logan, just Logan - about the room, I just wanna know how much and if its available?”
She leaned towards him and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “I usually interview guests before giving them the room Logan but I’ve always considered myself a good judge of character so I’ll offer the room to you for $150 a week including meals and laundry. What do you think?”
Logan, looked carefully at the woman’s too made up face and decided he’d accept the offer - even the implicit one - he could do worse and she had a decent body, a little older than he normally went for but she’d do. “I’ll take it”.
“That’s great,” she crowed and quickly stood up, “let me show you around.”
After being led all over the house - including to her bedroom - she finally took him to the back porch were he could hear the steady whirl of sprinklers. Lying in the grass half underneath the drizzling water, was a young dark-haired girl on her stomach. She was leaning on her elbows with her legs swaying behind her flipping through a magazine, tongue between her teeth.
“Anna-Marie,” yelled Julia and immediately the girl scrambled up and ran towards them, as soon as she was on the porch with them he could see that she was no older than 10 or 11, her yellow playsuit clinging wetly to her skinny frame. “This is my daughter - Marie, Logan’s going to be our guest for a few weeks - say hello”.
“Hi,” she uttered obediently raising her small hand. Logan glanced down at it immediately before engulfing it in his large hand, inhaling deeply he was assaulted with the scent of clean skin, innocence and vanilla, and the heavy odour of -
Dropping her hand immediately, Logan made his excuses and went to his room were he had earlier deposited his bag. Sitting on the bed he dropped his head into his hands. She couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible, she was so young...but Logan could not ignore the pounding of his heart as electricity buzzed through his veins and the quiet timbre of the wolverine inside him roaring: mine, mine, Mine...
****
This work is unbetad, so forgive any mistakes or feel free to point them out.
As of yet I haven't decided if I'm going to go there but I will at least get close.
Please heed all warnings
Logan already hated the muggy air of the south, the rolling heat, the bugs...Lord he just hated this place. But he needed to make money, so he’d followed the fight circuit to Mississippi - hoping to make a final haul before heading to his cabin in the Canadian wilderness.
First thing he had to do was find a place to stay, motel accommodations were limited cause of some fuckin’ convention or shit goin’ on in the main town - so here he was stuck goin’ to a guesthouse, hopin’ that the owner wouldn’t take one look at him and throw his ass to the curb. Not that they really could.
Approaching the gate of the white wash house, Logan got the distinct impression that he was walking into an unknown domestic universe - mostly because he was, but he needed a place to crash for the next two weeks and it was this or a bus stop. He knocked on the door. His sensitive hearing picked up the sound of heals clicking along the hallway, before the door was opened and he was engulfed in the cloying scent of some flowery perfume.
“Can I help you?”
The woman before him must have been in her forties though it was clear she was trying in vain to fight back the years, her tight navy dress clung to her ample bosom where she was spilling slightly out at the scooped neck, as it continued to cling down to her stalking clad legs over her rotund ass. A quick glance back up told Logan that her eyes wear brown and her hair a badly dyed blonde.
“Uh yeah, I’m looking for a place to stay for the next two weeks and heard that you might have a room available.”
She gave him a cursory glance, focusing in on his broad chest, a slight predatory smirk gracing her painted lips, drawling:
“Why sure Honey, why don’t you come inside out of this heat and we’ll see what I can do for you.”
He followed the click-clack of her heals on the wooden floor to modest sitting room, were she gesture he sit on the settee and bustled off through another door to the kitchen. Hearing the chink of glasses in the kitchen Logan took the time to scan the room, noting the family pictures on the wall and the knickknacks scattered around the all too feminine room. Soon she returned, with a tray of lemonade and freshly powdered nose.
“Some lemonade for you”, she uttered handing him a sweating glass. Settling a little too close to him on the settee. “Mrs-”
“Miss D’Ancanto”, she breathed, “My husband passed away two years ago, leaving me all alone, but you can call me Julia, Mr...”
“Logan, just Logan - about the room, I just wanna know how much and if its available?”
She leaned towards him and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, “I usually interview guests before giving them the room Logan but I’ve always considered myself a good judge of character so I’ll offer the room to you for $150 a week including meals and laundry. What do you think?”
Logan, looked carefully at the woman’s too made up face and decided he’d accept the offer - even the implicit one - he could do worse and she had a decent body, a little older than he normally went for but she’d do. “I’ll take it”.
“That’s great,” she crowed and quickly stood up, “let me show you around.”
After being led all over the house - including to her bedroom - she finally took him to the back porch were he could hear the steady whirl of sprinklers. Lying in the grass half underneath the drizzling water, was a young dark-haired girl on her stomach. She was leaning on her elbows with her legs swaying behind her flipping through a magazine, tongue between her teeth.
“Anna-Marie,” yelled Julia and immediately the girl scrambled up and ran towards them, as soon as she was on the porch with them he could see that she was no older than 10 or 11, her yellow playsuit clinging wetly to her skinny frame. “This is my daughter - Marie, Logan’s going to be our guest for a few weeks - say hello”.
“Hi,” she uttered obediently raising her small hand. Logan glanced down at it immediately before engulfing it in his large hand, inhaling deeply he was assaulted with the scent of clean skin, innocence and vanilla, and the heavy odour of -
Dropping her hand immediately, Logan made his excuses and went to his room were he had earlier deposited his bag. Sitting on the bed he dropped his head into his hands. She couldn’t be, it wasn’t possible, she was so young...but Logan could not ignore the pounding of his heart as electricity buzzed through his veins and the quiet timbre of the wolverine inside him roaring: mine, mine, Mine...
****
This work is unbetad, so forgive any mistakes or feel free to point them out.
As of yet I haven't decided if I'm going to go there but I will at least get close.