"Logan in the Moonlight" by Cielie
by
Byte
This is the work of fan fiction and not for profit. Cielie is an original character, but Logan and the X-Men belong to Marvel and Fox.
Sunlight, First Impressions...
"Logan, come in! I'm so glad to meet you. Please, make yourself at home."
Logan was struck immediately by the genuine warmth and kindness of her smile. It instantly made you feel welcome and at ease regardless of who you were. It also gave her a radiance you would not see otherwise. It's not that she was ugly, she was pleasant enough, but you would never notice her on the streets. She wore paint splotched baggy jeans and a T-shirt that were not very flattering. Her dull blond hair was pulled back into a braid that made her face look wider. Some feminine touches of makeup and better fitting clothes would go along way to make her more appealing, but she didn't seem care.
He entered her studio apartment and was embraced by quiet serenity of beauty and peace. The walls were covered by the cool colors of her artwork. Numerous sculptures were scattered about on stands, but the high ceiling with skylights kept the place open and airy, rather then cluttered. Smooth jazz and the subtle scent of roses filled the air.
He zeroed in on the vase in the living area to his left. The roses were an unusual lavender color that he had never seen before. He guessed it was her favorite flower when he noticed several paintings of it as well as several sculptures. The clay petals looked as delicate as the real thing.
In the corner to his right was a kitchenette separated by a breakfast counter with chairs. The far right corner where a dining set would have gone was now the work area. Ornate screens closed off the bedroom area of the far-left corner.
"May I take your jacket?" He slipped it off and she hung it on a coat stand by the door. "Can I get you something to drink, or a snack?"
"No, I'm fine. Thanks," he replied, his eyes still circling the room.
"All right, well let me know if you need anything. The door to the right is the bathroom," she said gesturing to the two doors between the bedroom and living area. "The other one is a huge walk-in closet, which is really nice since there isn't a whole lot of storage space."
"This is a beautiful place."
"Thanks," she smiled proudly. "I know some artists don't like to live and work in the same space, but the natural sunlight was great for painting. I still love it here."
"It seems to suit you."
"Thanks," she said again, her smile getting bigger. "There are the bathrobes," she stated, pointing out another coat stand in the work area. "Ummm, you're welcome to change in the bathroom and there are some hooks in there for your clothes, or you can change out here and hang them on the stand- whatever you're most comfortable with. I know you've never done this before and I want you to be comfortable."
"I'm sure I'll be fine," he said confidently, but he rolled his eyes wondering what he had gotten himself into. He followed her to the work area and stopped by the stand while she went to the table.
"I've been so looking forward to this. She said you would make a very interesting subject."
"What else did she tell you?" He watched her gather up several sculpting knives, seemingly absorbed in the task at hand and not really paying attention to him. Completely comfortable with his physique, he shrugged and started stripping right there.
"That you had the stamina to last a lot longer then most models without getting tired."
His lips curled at the innuendo, but apparently she didn't realize what she had said. He was tempted to comment, but decided against possibly embarrassing her.
"What did she tell you about doing this?" Cielie asked over her shoulder.
"That it would be a good for me to see myself as someone else sees me."
"Yeah, that sounds like something Jean would say," she responded, chuckling.
He hung his jeans and shirt on the stand, then turned to face her. "But I'm not sure I understand what she meant by that."
"Well-"
"Where do you want me?"
"Oh, right here would be good." She pointed behind her to an area between the table and a huge shape of clay on a stand.
Logan stepped up to the specified spot as she continued. "Well, actually we use to discuss this a lot- what kind of a reflection of the subject is art? You could say it's like hearing your voice on a tape recorder which, to you, sounds different then what you hear with your own ears." She turned to face him. "Are you warm enough? I can turn up the heat."
He grinned again at the opening she gave and wanted to say he generated enough heat of his own, but would she even get it? "I'm fine."
"Okay, good. Well, let's have a look at you." She stepped right into his space and stretched her arms up over his head. "But let me know if you get chilled."
"Fair enough."
"I know you're a little taller then me, but let's see how much. " She brought her hands down slowly until she lightly touched his hair without disturbing it's shape.
So much about a person is read in their eyes and Logan found it a little disconcerting not being able to see anything behind the dark lenses. Up close, he saw fine network of scars across her forehead and around her cheeks. Reconstructive surgery had restored the shape of her face, but they had not been able to save her eyes.
"Hmmm, your hair's going to be an interesting challenge," she commented as she carefully covered his head with her hands. Instinctively, he sniffed hers. It had a subtle herbal smell, just right for close proximity's without being overwhelming. Her breath was nice too and he was impressed that even though she didn't care about appearance, she was very conscious of presenting positive odors.
"A tape recorder, huh? So Picasso's subjects must have heard nothing but distortion?"
She started to laugh and then cut it off when she encountered his sideburns. "Hmmm, interesting shape, so thick... anyway, that's what we'ld discuss. It still comes down to the individual interpretation of the artist and how the artist sees you. But you can still learn something about yourself- hopefully."
"So what you're saying is that I'm going to see myself as you see me."
She nodded as her fingers quickly traced the shape of his lips and the contours of his face. "I hope you like it. I know Jean liked her's."
"What?!" He exclaimed, looking around. "Oops, sorry, didn't mean to move."
"That's all right. Here, turn around." She grabbed his shoulders and directed him to face the rest of the studio. "It's over there." She went up the shoulders to circle his neck with her hands.
He gasped. How did he miss that when he first came in? The portrait was stunning and captured the essence of what he found so attractive about Jean. He loved how Cielie had her hair blowing back to blend into the muted sunset in the background. The expression was superb. "It's, it's... breath taking... "
"Thanks," she said simply, moving down his shoulders to his arms and hands. "It's called, "Jean at Sunset". Her sculpture should be near there some where... so muscular, so hairy."
If the portrait took his breath away, the sculpture stopped his heart. There she was, a three foot miniature in all her glory. Her stance was natural. It was the way she always stood with her head titled slightly, always listening and ready to take care of you, or to move objects with her mind.
"Hmmm, ummm, your forearms and your wrists- the anatomy feels a little different."
"They're enhanced," he answered absently, barely listening. How many times did he undress her in his dreams, trying to imagine what she looked like? She was even more irresistible then he thought possible.
"Oh, wow- very hairy." Cielie commented as she continued across and down his chest, noting the placement and shape of his nipples.
The attention to detail was astounding. It looked so real, he could practically see her chest rise and fall with her sweet breath...
Down his torso to his belly. "An outie! That's fun to do."
His eyes drifted down to her winsome waist, and then to the flat expanse of her belly he so longed to cover in kisses...
Down and across his pelvis to his pubis, she traced the trail of hair from there all the way back up to his chest to make sure the line was unbroken.
He imagined how that soft, smooth skin felt against his lips... all the way down to the treasure of her sexuality that he would never get to touch... damn. He was so engrossed in the statue that he barely registered the sharp intake of breath and the quick expert exploration of the size and shape of his own genitals. The slender thighs were perfect for her long legs.
"Oh wow! Still very hairy." She circled the strong, muscular legs and then worked her way up his backside.
He always admired Jean's shapely bottom... he had more or less come to terms with their "friendship", but realized If he ever got her in his arms, he'ld never let go. Suddenly, he wondered if Jean was ever really attracted to him. After all, she got to see him in the buff several times- as a doctor, of course. But still, did he ever turn her on?
Cielie finished feeling his back and came around in front of him. "Well, I definitely sense an animal magnetism- feral and fiery. You do definitely live up to the name of Wolverine. I take it your hair is dark?"
Logan nodded and then remembered she wouldn't see that and answered affirmatively.
"Not that it matters with a sculpture, but I like to picture it in my head. I picture you in a forest... at night... untamed, uninhibited, with the moon as your only companion. And that's where you feel truly safe and free from having to hide all that pain and rage."
He stared at her in astonishment. "She did tell you about me!"
"Who, Jean? No, no, no. She knows I don't like working with pre-conceived notions. I like to keep an open mind to form my own impressions."
"Then how else would you have gotten all that?"
"Inference, intuition, instinct- I'm sure yours is sharp. You didn't hesitate in stripping right in front of me even though you've never modeled before- and it probably didn't matter whether I could see or not. Ergo, uninhibited. The way you hold yourself- always ready to spring even though you're just standing there. Your face is a quagmire of conflicting emotions from menacing to mischievous, but I can tell you're struggling to suppress something and it's definitely not joy. It's not an addiction, so with those rock solid muscles and the arrogant bearing of someone confident in their abilities, I'm guessing you like- no, probably love- a good fight, and pounding the hell out of something is an outlet for rage."
"Only the ones that are asking for it."
"Riiiight. Anyway, rage is generally born out of abuse and pain, or a sense of being wronged. I'm guessing pain because you strike me as the type that if you had been wronged, you would have taken care of it by now. And you just seemed like a loner- not good at dealing with people or having them in your life."
"Damn," he whispered in wonderment. He didn't know what else to say.
Cielie smiled smugly at being right. "And she was right, you are an interesting subject."
"I don't know... it sounds like I'm more psychotic then anything."
She admonished him with a cuff to the shoulder. "Don't be saying stuff like that. Now, let me think. I picture the forest... stand as you normally do."
He obeyed by not moving since he was standing as usual. She lightly ran her hands down his body. "No... maybe something just a little bit defiant, like standing your ground in an argument because you know you're right."
He adopted a more solid, unyielding stance and automatically clenched his fists. Her hands went over him again. "Good, I like the posture and the stance, but not the clenched fists- too angry. Hmmmm, forest... and moonlight. Look up and open your arms like you were on top of the world and embracing the moon."
"Embracing the moon? Lady, that sounds really stupid. I'm not like that at all. You didn't have Jean in some wild-assed, kissing the moon, position. Why can't I just stand like I always stand?"
Her patient smile spoke of knowing way more then he did. "Rule number one, models don't argue with the artist. Maybe this isn't about you. Maybe it's about the kind of sculpture I want to do."
He let out an exasperated sigh as he held out his arms. "Hmmm, not quite. Okay, try this- imagine this. You've been running. You've been running for days with no water and you're hot and you're thirsty. Then all of a sudden, a light refreshing rain falls on you. It feels so good and so cool on your face." He turned his head up slighty to the imaginary rain. "It feels soo good, you want to catch every drop in your hands as you cross the finish line." He lifted arms up.
"Oooo, good. Now we're getting some where. Okay, now, it's very important that you remember this position because if you start shifting around, the sculpture will end up looking skewed. Plus, you can lower your arms then, or even sit down if you want until I need you- but you've got to get back in exactly the same position because I can't remember if every detail is right. There should be another stool around here."
"Fair enough, I'll remember."
***
The Art Work...
She started in on the clay and soon a rough version of his form emerged. She reached out to him often and he decided it was easier just to stay in position rather then bouncing up and down. It was fun to watch how she sometimes had one hand on him and shaped the clay with the other to what she was feeling. They settled into comfortable silence as she concentrated on her work and he looked around.
After awhile, Cielie was at a point where she could talk again and he asked her why they were never sold in a gallery.
"These are mine for keeps. It's what I call, the 'firsts'."
"I don't understand."
"Well, like the heart over there is called, "The First Beat."
Logan admired the beauty of it. It wasn't a gross anatomy picture, but more stylized to show the life it represented.
"It was sooo cool," Cielie continued. "Jean had arranged for me to observe an open-heart surgery while she was in med school. I'll never forget it, the speakers were on and I heard that first beat and saw it pulse back to life in that guy's chest."
"And, of course, the picture of the baby is called, "First Breath". I got to witness a birth too. And the kids flying a kite is called, "First Flight". The little boy is, "First Taste of Ice Cream". The old man with a cane is, "First Step". See the gal sprawled on the ground with rollerblades on? "It's called, "First Break". I admired her tenacity to get up and skate over to the hospital herself, but I insisted on giving her a ride. I mean, come on, like she's still going to have perfect balance with her arm broken like that? What if she fell again? Anyway, the young couple on the beach is called, "First Kiss."
There was another one of a different young couple in bed with that youthful delight of being naked together for the first time. The boy had a hand on one breast while the girl was reaching for him. There was more detail on him then her and she looked vaguely familiar. "And the young couple in bed?"
She hesitated a split second and blushed as she whispered, "First Love."
He peered at it more closely and realized who it was in a younger, prettier and more shapely form. One eyebrow went up slyly, "a self portrait?"
"I saw our reflection in the mirror on the closet door," she nodded as her face flushed even more.
She touched her cheeks as though she could make the color go away and left smudges of clay. Logan was touched by the gesture as most women crossing his path were always already too jaded. "Here, you got some on your face." He gently brushed her cheeks off and the contact was electrifying.
"Uhhh, thanks. Ummm, anyway, it was such a dreamy night even though it hurt a bit. But I really loved him and after he brought me home, I stayed up all night painting, trying to capture the magic."
"You did."
"Thanks."
"And Jean is a "first"?
"Yeah, she was my first roommate in college, and the first mutant I ever met."
"You did that after having just met her?"
"Yes."
"I thought you had known her for awhile, you captured so much of her personality."
"Well, first impressions are usually the best and that's how I saw her when I first met her. Her's was also the first sculpture I did after I lost my sight."
"That's too bad about your eyes- that you can't paint anymore."
"Oh no, I don't see it that way at all. If I hadn't lost my sight, I wouldn't have learned what my hands can do."
How could she be so positive about such a tragedy? And then he realized how that bright and beautiful smile never really left her face. It was always there in some form, even as a slight curl of the lips when she was concentrating. He found that you couldn't help but smile back or at least feel good in her presence.
"What color were your eyes?" he asked as he looked down into the dark lens facing him.
"They were kind of a greenish-hazel." She took the glasses off slowly an opened her eyes wider. "These are suppose to be a close approximation, but people have a hard time with the lack of real focus, so I wear the glasses."
The color was pretty, but it didn't really make a difference to her appeal. Her smile more then made up for anything else she was lacking. How could he not think she was cute when he first saw her?
Ceilie put the glasses back on and grabbed a rag to wipe her hands. "Should we take a break? I'm getting hungry."
They ate a nice lunch at the counter and she told him all about her days in college with Jean, who was pre-med at the time. He told her about how he got involved with the X-Men, starting with his encounter with Marie at the bar and ending with trouncing Magneto. When he told her his first impressions of "Cyclops" and the big, stay-away-from-my-girl, warning, she laughed and agreed that he could be a bit dick-ish. If she noticed he didn't say anything about the time before or after, he was glad she didn't ask.
***
The Rose...
The afternoon waned as the sculpture slowly came to life. Logan contemplated Cielie and her art. She sees beauty in everything. Jean was right. He had never been interested in art, but her paintings and sculptures were so full of life you could feel the emotion in each one. She poured so much of herself in to them that he wondered if she really got anything back? What happened to that boy in "First Love"? Why didn't he stick around?
He was so caught up in the beauty of it all and had gotten so use to her touch, that it took a minute to realize what was happening. She was on her knees, and had started out lightly measuring the placement of his genitals, but there was no mistaking the way she was handling him now. Her desire undeniable as he caught a whiff of her natural essence. It was too irresistible to his heightened senses, and in that moment, he realized he wanted to be inside her beauty; to hold her, caress her, make that smile shine with delight. How could he not, surrounded by all this that was a part of her? He didn't want to take advantage of the situation, but before he could stop himself, he took a deep breath and purred with pleasure.
Cielie gasped, horrified. "Oh my God! Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" She fell back on her hands and scuttled back like a crab. "Oh my God! I've never, ever- a model!"
"Hey, it's no big deal. I'm sure it happens."
She scrambled to her feet when she bumped into the kitchen counter. "No, no! It's wrong! Oh God, I'm so embarrassed!" She dashed to the sink and started vigorously washing her hands. If she could have buried her head in the water, she would have.
"Wait a minute, it's only natural when you touch-"
"No, no. I'm an artist, not a- a- models are objects to- to- I'll just wait here until you leave." Silence. Cielie strained her ears for any sounds of dressing and movement. "I am so sorry. It'll never happen again- I mean, I don't expect you to come back- but it will never happen again with another model."
"Did it ever occur to you, " he whispered in her ear right behind her. She jumped, having not heard him approach and he put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. "That I might owe you an apology?"
"Nooooo, no, no," she denied with an adamant shake of her head. "It's wrong. I shouldn't have-"
"That I might have been taking advantage of you?"
"Yeah, right," she snapped. "You're just saying that because-"
"I didn't stop you," he said seductively as he circled his arms around her waist. He pulled her against him, pressing his desire in to the small of her back. One hand slowly made its way up to her chest while the other started down to her jeans.
"No, don't." She squirmed out of his grasp and went around to the other side of counter. No smile now. All the light and warmth had gone out of her face, leaving it dark and dismal. "I won't be belittled with a mercy fuck, either."
"What? A what?" He shut the water off, but stayed put until he understood what was going on.
"You know, feel sorry for someone- do them a big favor and get your rocks off at the same time in return. That's what we called it in college and I damn well don't need any favors. Now, please go."
Now it was his turn to snap. "I can't believe you think so little of me- or yourself!"
"Yeah, right," she snorted again. "I know what I looked like before the accident and I can't even imagine what I look like now."
"Looks aren't everything."
"Yeah, so they say, but here I am- do you see a line of guys beating down my door?!"
He studied her as confusion and desire danced across her face. She wanted to believe him, but still didn't think it possible that someone could actually want her. "Is that what your first impression was of me? That I go around and fuck every woman I meet?"
"No... I'm sorry," she said in a small voice. "I'm just being realistic. It's been so long, I don't even remember the last time I- I've been on a date. And I'm fine with that, really. I have my life, my art, and God knows how busy I am at the center- there's never enough volunteers. It's just that sometimes... I wish... someone, you know, wanted me."
He came around the counter and took her hand. "C'mer, I want to show you something."
He guided her to the living area, which was separated from the rest of the room by a huge L shaped couch. He snagged one of the roses out of the vase and then planted her in front of the corner where the two sections of the couch met. He dropped the rose on one of the cushions near by, took her glasses off and laid them on the coffee table. He took her face gently in his hands and kissed her lightly. "Let me show you what beauty is."
Logan got down on his knees where her scent was even stronger and started unzipping her jeans. She stiffened and stopped his hands. "I, I'm not sure about this..."
"I will stop if you want me to. I will stop at any time, but I wish you would trust me."
Cielie took a deep breath and tried to smile. "All right."
"May I continue?" She nodded and kept her hands at her side. Slipping her jeans off revealed they weren't actually so baggy. She was a little flabby and ugly scars streaked the soft skin of her entire body. The accident must have been horrible and loosing 30 pounds was probably the last thing on her mind when you were covered in stitches from head to toe.
The telltale spot on her panties showed her body wanted him in spite of her reluctance. She gasped as he pulled them down, but she didn't stop him. He eased her down on to the couch and had her lean back comfortably into the corner with him kneeling between her legs. Her cheeks were flaming red, and she was having a hard time relaxing, but her face was suffused in wonder. Some of the warmth had come back and he couldn't help but smile in anticipation of pleasing her.
He grabbed two of the cushions and placed them on either side of her thighs. Next, grasping her ankles, he lifted her legs up until her heels were anchored off the edge of the couch, and her knees were almost to her chest. She gasped again and shivered as he gently pulled her knees apart and down onto the cushions, completely opening her up to him.
"Are you all right?" She nodded, speechless. "Are you cold?" She shook her head. "May I continue?" She nodded again. "Hold your hands out." She obeyed.
He took the rose, broke the stem off, and placed the bloom in one hand. "Do you agree that the flower is beautiful?" She nodded, wondering where he was going with this.
"What I wanted to show you is this. This..." He brought her other hand down and placed her fingers in the center of her sexuality, directing them to caress her own soft, satiny skin, "...is as beautiful as this." He brought her hand up to the bloom and directed her fingers to caress the soft petals the same way. Her smile was so bright it was almost blinding, and that meant the world to him.
He started caressing her while she held the bloom. "Do you still doubt that I wouldn't find you attractive?"
"No," she sighed shyly, finally starting to relax.
"Good, because beauty is also what you give to other people- including love and tenderness. You've given me your art, I want to give you the beauty of making love. "
She sat up, tossed the bloom aside and reached up for his face. He leaned down and brought them up to his cheeks. He wished she could see his eyes and how he meant what he said. Apparently, she read sincerity in his expression as she closed her eyes and brought her lips to his. "Oh, wow..."
He stopped the kiss and took her hands in his, suddenly serious. "But you have to understand, I kind of live in the here and now. You mean a lot to me, but I can't promise a future after this. There's too much going on in my life for any kind of commitment."
"Do you know- I mean, what women doesn't dream of the handsome stranger coming in the night to sweep her off her feet and give her a night she'll always remember?"
"Hmmm, I don't know about the handsome part, but I promise you a night we'll both remember."
"You're almost too good to be true."
"Darlin, not even close. You have no idea. There's a whole dark side I hope you never see."
Cielie wanted to protest, but wisely decided against it. Instead, she took off her T-shirt and bra and flung them to the floor.
"Whoa! That's beautiful," he said, touching the tattoo. Her right breast was smaller and a little misshapen with a huge scar running under it. Parallel to the scar was a long stemmed rose with the bloom pointing down, covering a big section of her ribs. It was the same light lavender color as the rose in the painting.
"Thanks. Something had mangled this side and punctured my lung. I lost part of my breast, and well, I just had to make some sort of statement. I mean, what was one more needle after all the stitches?"
He cupped them in his hands and started caressing them with his thumbs. "Yeah, it's a little smaller, but it still feels good." He kissed the small one and then took it in his mouth. He sucked on it seductively until it hardened to a perfect point. "Tastes good, too. But let me do a comparison to make sure."
He switched to the other side and she cooed with pleasure as she held his head to her chest. After awhile, he let it slid out of his mouth. "I can honestly say I think they're both perfect."
Her smile was radiant. She leaned back into the couch and opened her legs wide, feeling sexy and desirable now. He lovingly ran his hands over her whole body until he stopped between her legs. Opening her up wider, he kissed her there while his fingers explored the hidden parts. Sharp, sweet sensations shot up her spine. Cielie clutched her knees, trying not to snap them shut against the waves of pleasure he was creating.
Just when it was getting to be too much and she started to reach for him, he came up on top of her, unable to deny his own need to be inside that warm wetness. He twisted them around until she was comfortably under him and they were stretched out the length of the couch. He deliberately took his time, entering her slowly. She wasn't a virgin, but she was tight and tender and he didn't want to bruise her. She seemed to sense his caution because she wrapped her legs around him and thrust up against him aggressively. He responded by throwing caution to the wind and began the rhythm he was accustomed to.
Cielie came before he did, or so she thought. He felt a little rippling of contractions as she let out a little shriek, and then fell back limp. The serene smile of satisfaction told him she thought that was it. It was probably the most she ever experienced, but he knew better. That was only a spark, darlin, wait till you feel the lightening.
Holding back his own release, he withdrew, pushed her on her side, and wedged himself between her and the couch.
"Whaaaat?" she gasped in the long breath at the sudden change. She thought they were done.
He lifted her leg and propped it up over his thigh to open her wider. He entered her from behind without missing a beat. "Just... trying... something... new," he growled. He crooked his arm under her head for a pillow while his free hand descended down on to the place of pure pleasure between her legs.
Logan began a new rhythm between his hand and his thrusts. He probably should have done some sort of build up of sensation, but a little selfish part of him was begging for release. Besides, if he was going to blow her mind, he might as well blow it to bits. The first explosion of pleasure hit hard and she screamed as he felt real contractions gripping him inside her. Her face turned beet red and she clamped her mouth shut while her other hand clutched his near her head. He laced his fingers through hers and was surprised at their strength.
He made sure she peaked several times before he let himself go to a cascading climax where she wouldn't be able to contain herself any longer. Cielie cried out long and hard.
It took awhile for her to catch her breath and she didn't move for a long time. He wondered if she had fallen asleep as he held her close. He caressed her face and massaged her belly soothingly, being careful not to touch any hotspots until she recovered.
"Oh wow..." she finally whispered, "I had no idea. I thought I had an orgasm before, but oh wow, not like that!" She squirmed around in his hold to put her hands on his face. Some of the hardness and tension were gone and this seemed to be a more contented expression. She wondered what her own face looked like to him now.
"So this would be another "first"? Tell me what kind of painting you would make."
She closed her unfocused eyes and tilted her head to think. "I don't know... something brilliant with fiery colors. Or lightening. Or something small that gets bigger. I don't know. I thought, I mean, I felt what I've always felt and it was heavenly, but when you rolled me over... and then- and then- it was like the whole universe exploded. Most guys don't bother to make sure you came, at least that's how it was in college. Wow, I had no idea what I was missing... "
***
Twilight, The Kitchen...
"Sorry I don't have any beer, just the wine," she said as she pulled out the binder and undid the rest of her braid. It had practically unraveled anyway from their romp on the couch.
Logan surveyed the refrigerator and wrinkled his nose at the bottle of Chardonney. A shot of good Canadian whiskey would have been his second choice, but she wouldn't have any of that around either. "Would you like some?"
"Maybe later, but some bottled water would be good now. I can get it."
She came up beside him, but he blocked her way. "Now, just wait, I got it covered."
The corners of her lips turned down ever so slightly. "I don't need you to take care of me now just because we- you know- I've been taking care of myself now for-"
"Darlin, you made lunch, remember? It's my turn now and I thought it would be fun to brush up on my culinary skills."
"Oh, okay." Big smile. "What are you going to make?"
"Don't know yet, but plant yourself up there and give the chef some room to work."
"What?"
"On the counter. Hop up on the counter."
"Uh, wouldn't the chairs be more comfortable?"
"Not for what I have in mind," he whispered wickedly. "Let's see what we have here..." He pulled out the jar of peanut butter, jelly, and a couple of apples from the crisper. He shut the door with his foot and then remembered the bottled water. He set the other stuff aside and got a bottle out. A couple of ice cubes went in a glass and one in his mouth. He sucked on it while he poured and then came up to her, now perched on the counter.
He lifted her chin up. She parted her lips in anticipation of a kiss and he transferred the ice cube to her mouth.
"Ooooo, I like those kinds of ice cubes."
He handed her the glass. "Take a drink. More? Okay, now lay down." He took the glass back and she slid down on her side. "Nope, on your back," he ordered as got out knife and spoon.
Cielie rolled on to her back and blushed when she realized what he had in mind. The counter wasn't long enough for her legs so she drew her knees up akimbo until her heels touched. She was really beginning to enjoy this wonderfully wide open position that exposed everything to the elements.
Logan was glad to see was becoming more comfortable with herself as he proceeded to spread the peanut butter on her chest. She cooed at the contact, swiped some of the peanut butter with a finger, and popped it in her mouth.
"Hey! You're ruining my creation."
"I can't help it, I'm hungry."
"Well, here then," he stuck his finger in the peanut butter and put a big scoop in her mouth. He started to pull his finger out, but she clamped her lips down on it until she sucked it clean. "More?"
She nodded. "I like this kind of peanut butter, too." He obliged with another scoop in her mouth. While she sucked his finger again, she reached down and groped his manhood, which he obligingly put within easy reach. She lazily stroked him like it was a pet while he worked.
"Ooooo," he purred, as he spooned two dollops of jelly to top off the mounds of her chest. "Want some jelly, too?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Because this is mine," he tapped her with the spoon, "and I don't want you touching it."
"Well, okay, just one scoop to go with the peanut butter."
In went some jelly. Logan relished the feeling of his finger being sucked in the warm wetness of her mouth and wished something else would go in there as well...
"Oh, wow, you're kidding!" Cielie exclaimed as his arousal grew in her fingers. "So soon? I don't remember guys being able to recover that fast."
"They don't," he answered arrogantly, "I'm special."
"Ohhh woooow," she sighed, wondering if she could keep up.
He cut the apples up using a knife and created a trail down the center of her body that ended with a wedge between her legs. He was not surprised when one of the slices disappeared, breaking the line.
"Ah, hah! I knew you were going to do that." He handed her another wedge to eat while he put the last one in the gap. "Keep your hands off, this one is mine," he hissed with mock menace. "Besides, I'll share."
He clapped his hands from a job well done as he surveyed his creation. "Tada! A true culinary masterpiece if I do say so myself. Now, where to begin...?"
He clasped his hands behind his back like he was in a pie-eating contest and descended on the first breast. He daintily licked the jelly off first. He left some on his lips and kissed her with it. Next, he lapped up all the peanut butter in a systematic circle, occasionally pausing to share what was on his lips or tongue with a sticky kiss. Finally, he finished by taking the whole thing in his mouth, suckling and licking it clean.
He neatly nibbled the apple slice in her cleavage and proceeded to devour the other breast. By the time he finished, she was holding him with a tight grip, squeezing and stroking him hard, and he imagined the apple between her legs was wet with her juices. Things started getting a little urgent, so he just picked up the wedges on her body and split them with her to eat.
He bent over and kissed her passionately. "You have- ooooo, damn, that feels good. You have to let go now."
"Do I?"
"There's one more wedge left and I have to go to the other end of the counter. Believe me, it will be worth it." One more kiss and reluctantly she let go with a final squeeze.
He hurried to the other end. The slice looked very inviting, indeed. "Now this makes an interesting picture with fruit. What do you call it- still life?"
"Yes, but hopefully it won't be still for long, right?"
For an answer, he buried his face between her legs and nibbled on the apple until it was gone. Coated with her essence, it was the best apple he ever ate, and it gave new meaning to the idea of "forbidden fruit".
The counter was the perfect height as he had anticipated for him to stay standing. He put her legs up on his shoulders. Not close enough. He pulled on her hips until she wiggled her bottom down to the edge. Slowly, ever so slowly he entered her, relishing that first touch inside, before building into a steady rhythm.
Even though she wasn't perfect looking, she was still a sight to behold laid out on the counter like that. He always thought women were the most beautiful like this. A soft sheen glistened and glowed on her body in the twilight from the skylights. Her hardened, swollen points turned her breasts into perfect peaks as she arched her back against him. Best of all was the expression of ecstasy on her face as waves of pleasure washed over her. No more blush now. She was getting over her inhibitions and enjoying herself immensely.
"Whoa!"
"Can you feel that?" she breathed, contracting her muscles inside.
"Ohhhh, yes."
"Oh, good... I haven't... lost everything."
"You... haven't... lost... anything," he murmured, increasing the tempo.
"You're sweet," she said as she clasped her knees and pulled them closer to her chest. He leaned forward on to the back of her thighs, which was even better as he bumped the oh so sensitive cervix. When they both came, she cried out in wild abandon while he howled as he always did.
Finally, when she felt she could sit up, she held her arms out to him. He pulled her into a sitting position and slowly withdrew from her as she tried to read his face with her hands. "I wish I could see your face when you come. Do you get all flushed like I do?"
"No, but we'll work on that. I think I know how to arrange that."
"Oh good. And I'm thirsty- where did you put my glass?"
"It's by the stove," he answered, staying put and not wanting to insult her.
She slid off the counter and found it easily. She finished it off in one long swallow and then went to the refrigerator. "Would you like one?"
"I'm not a big fan of water with bubbles in it, but tap water would be fine."
Cielie got out another glass, added ice and got him some water. "Okay now, guess what's for dessert?"
"What?"
"You!"
***
Dessert...
"On the counter, darlin," Cielie ordered, mimicking his imperious tone. "Hop up on the counter." He obeyed as she got out chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a small can of peanuts and a jar of cherries. "More water? Okay, now lay down."
She took the glass and Logan grabbed one of the chairs. He put it at the end of the counter to rest his feet on so that he could comfortably stretch out.
"Comfy?" He sighed contentedly as he clasped his hands under his head. She made a big show of smoothing out his torso with her hands. "First, we clear the work area. Sundaes are my specialty, you know."
"Really? I had no idea." He reached down and lazily stroked the soft hair between her legs while she worked.
"Yes, oooo, they are. Oooo, that tickles. Okay, first, the chocolate..." Keeping one hand on his body for a guide, she drizzled his nipples and chest with the syrup. She continued a trail of chocolate down to his belly, giving his outie a little extra dousing. She practically bathed his groin with it and then delicately drew out a thick line along his throbbing sexuality. "Now, don't disturb that," she admonished.
"Yeah, right. Don't you know it has a mind of it's own."
"Well, try. I didn't disturb your creation... well, more or less. Okay, next the peanuts..." She built a little mound on his outie and sprinkled a handful all over his pelvis. She finished by balancing one nut on his shaft. "You know what that is?" she said pointing.
"Uhhh, I have no idea, but it looks weird."
"You're fucking nuts, dude!" She burst out laughing.
"Cute, very cute."
"Okay, fine, never mind. I thought it was funny," she said as she shook the can of whipped cream.
"Hmmm, I think you missed a spot." He picked up the mound of peanuts on his belly and dropped them in his mouth.
"Hey!"
"Hey, what? I shared," he insisted as he chewed.
"Fine. I'll share." She put the whipped cream down and rebuilt the mound of peanuts on his belly. "But that is mine, keep your hands off" she said mimicking him again.
She drew out a line of chocolate on her finger and then dipped it in the can. She hovered it above his mouth and he guided it in, sucking sumptuously. "Mmmmm, that was good."
"More? Are you sure, because I'ld like to continue."
"By all means, please continue." He answered, trying to force his fingers between her legs. She kept them together and moved his hand higher up her pelvis. "So what is the deal with my belly button?"
"It means that the doctor was in a hurry. Innies take longer to tie." She gave the whipped cream can another shake and then spritzed a mound on each nipple.
"Really? Hey, that's all? No cleavage? You know I like 'em big."
"Oh all right. I thought this was my creation, but I guess not." She made the mounds bigger and then ran her finger between them to create a cleavage. She started to lick her finger and then remembered to share and put it in his mouth.
Finally, a cherry on each mound topped the whole thing off. "Tada! Now where to begin..." She sucked a cherry up and then transferred it to his mouth with a kiss.
"Yum, I like those kinds of cherries." His stroking of her pelvis became more insistent.
She twisted her hair into one hand out of the way, picked up the other cherry between her teeth, and chewed on it seductively. Then she started in devouring his chest with no system, working back and forth until it was all gone. Of course, she lingered on the nipples, nipping and nibbling each one. He purred with pleasure and tried to force his fingers between her legs again.
She kept them closed, knowing that if he got between them, she wouldn't be able to finish her tasty treat. She lapped up the chocolate down to his belly where she nibbled on the outie mound. When she looked up, he burst out laughing.
"What?"
"C'mer, you've got chocolate all over your face." She came up to him and he kissed it all off.
"You have to let go now," she whispered pulling his hand away from her crotch.
"Do I?"
"Yes. There's some nuts down there I want to eat." She smiled at her innuendo, knowing what she said.
She sashayed down a few steps to his groin. "Is it still there?"
"Well, what do you think? I wouldn't dream of ruining your creation!" He watched as she stuck her tongue out and leaned over slowly until it touched the nut on his shaft- and nothing else. She sucked it up and then straightened, being careful not touch anything else.
"That's it? What about the chocolate there?" He whined, wiggling his hips. "Isn't the whole thing suppose to go in your mouth?"
"Patience, patience. Don't you know you have to eat all the peanuts first?"
Snarfing up all the peanuts was a fun sensation for while, but when she didn't move on, he felt like screaming: you got them all, damn it! What about my raging hard on?! Finally her tongue followed the trail of chocolate on to the prize of his physique. When she got to the tip, she sucked the whole thing into her mouth and he let out a huge sigh of satisfied relief.
Cielie was already very familiar with this area of his anatomy, but exploring it with her mouth put a new perspective on it. She had forgotten how good the musky masculine scent of his essence smelled. Logan gasped and growled as she rolled him on her tongue. For someone who wasn't very sexually active, she was doing a damn good job. Meanwhile her other hand was starting a slow rhythm of stroking and squeezing. He was also delighted with the fact that working with clay made her grip strong. He sat up and cupped her head to his groin while his other snaked its way between her legs. Ooooh yes, nice and wet and ready.
The next moment was a blur. One minute she was bending over him and the next instant, he had slid down into the chair and she was straddling his lap. Regardless of how she got there, she was thrilled to be facing him now with her hands free to explore his face.
His fingers went to work on the prize of her pleasure as he entered her and she whimpered with ecstasy. He was somewhat restricted in the chair and he hoped she was up to being the active partner. Unfortunately, she wasn't. Whether concentrating on his face or tiring, or both distracted her, it wasn't enough for him. Clutching her buttocks, he picked her up without loosing contact, and put her in the chair. On his knees in front of her, he was able to thrust as he needed, but he didn't prolong it this time. He wasn't even sure if she really came as she fell forward in his arms.
"I'm sorry I couldn't finish," she whispered, "All of a sudden, I'm just really tired."
"No, no, I should know better." He kissed the top of her head. "I should have remembered you're not use to this instead of getting carried away."
"I really wanted more, I guess- I guess I'm feeling a little raw, too. And sticky."
"How about a nice hot shower-" He got to his feet and helped her up.
"And maybe a nap?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Cielie found that warm, soapy water felt good on tender parts. By the time she put her hair up and he scrubbed her back, she could barely keep her eyes open. He told her to go rest while he finished up in the shower.
"Are you going to leave then?" she asked quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Don't we have more work to do on the sculpture?" Dazzling, but sleepy smile. "I'ld like to stay until the job is done."
"But what will you do while I'm sleeping?"
"I was hoping to get a better look at your art."
She kissed him and murmured something about her original sketchbooks being in the bookcase. As soon as she left, he turned the water all the way to cold to slow things down for him. He didn't want to overwhelm her and make her feel inadequate. Even though he hadn't anticipated any of this happening- he was just suppose to come in, stand naked for a few hours and leave- he wanted it to be special for her. Anyone that could find so much beauty in this ugly world deserved to have a dream come true, even from the likes of him. He just needed to remember to take it easy instead of trying to do a mutant sex marathon.
***
Moonlight, Back to Work...
Cielie awoke to the appetizing smell of pizza, beer, and a faint, not so appealing cigar. She wrinkled her nose, but so what? Never in her wildest dreams did she think anything like this would ever happen to her. It's the best sex she's ever had, she felt sexy and desirable again, and he bought pizza. She grabbed her Braille watch on the stand and found she had actually slept several hours. Time to get back to work.
Logan just sat on the couch, taking it all in. He really liked this place. All the beauty and light gave it a rare sense of serenity he sometimes found in the woods. In other words, it was too full of life for any rage and pain to exist and he could relax for awhile.
The beer tasted good and it had been interesting flipping through her sketchbooks. He lingered over all the images of Jean. Even in rough form, Cielie had captured all the little things that made her stand out. How can someone even do that on paper with just a pencil? It really was amazing.
"The pizza smells great. I'm starved." She came out looking a little disheveled, but refreshed, as she came up to him.
"Then lets eat," he declared as he got up. She was wearing a long t-shirt that barely covered her bottom and he was tempted to tweak her cheeks as he followed her. What the hell, he did it anyway before she went around the counter.
She yelped and blushed. "Hey!"
"Sorry. Couldn't resist. Since I didn't know what you liked, I just got everything on it."
"That's great, but you have to behave now. We really do need to get back to work or you will forever remain a misshapen blob of clay."
"We can't have that. I maybe a little hairier then most, but definitely not misshapen."
"And oh so humble..."
They ate the pizza and then moved to the work area where he stripped off his jeans again. "What? I couldn't go out naked," he said in response to her look.
"Oh, right," she agreed as she ran her hands lightly over the sculpture. "Okay, where was I?"
"You were working on the most important part."
She blushed again. "I think I've got that part down."
"Are you sure? It might have changed."
"Like what, grew another inch? Like it's not big enough already?"
"You better check, just in case."
"Oh, all right," she sighed in mock exasperation. "Anything for a good grope, huh." She ran her hands lightly over his groin and he purred. "It's perfect. Now can we get to work?"
"Gimme a kiss, first."
"You're impossible! Models aren't supposed to be so demanding, now get over there."
Logan stood his ground by the coat stand. She sighed again and gave him a peck on the cheek. Just as she turned away, his arms snaked around her in a passionate embrace. "You call that I kiss? Not even close..."
His lips came down on hers, lightly at first and then more demanding. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, tickling hers until she sucked on his greedily. When he finally let go, she swooned. "Okay, now you can get back to work."
"Oh wow, uh-huh, mmmm, yeah, sure, right away..." she murmured as she forced his head down to hers. This time her tongue was the aggressor, exploring his mouth and lips with it. She didn't pull back until she was thoroughly satisfied and he was practically humming. "Okay, now we can work."
"All right, but I'm gonna be wanting more of that later."
"I just need to get a few details down- it shouldn't take long."
***
The Bedroom...
It was late by the time they crawled into her bed. It was only a double, which made it cozy for two people. He stretched on his back and she snuggled in his arms, falling asleep almost immediately. Sometime later, he awoke to feathery fingers caressing his face. He brought the fingers to his lips for a kiss.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," she whispered. He murmured some intelligible assurance as he took one finger in his mouth at a time and sensually sucked them. "I wanted to see what your face was like completely relaxed."
"And?" he prompted as he lightly licked her palm.
"Ummm, oooo, it's ummm, never completely relaxed."
"Maybe I was having a wild dream..." he put her hand on his erection as proof.
"Oh, wow. We'll have to take care of that, won't we?"
"That would be nice," he sighed as her hand snaked around him. "Mmmm, did anyone ever tell you, you have very talented hands?"
"Yeah, my art teacher."
"He must have been one lucky teacher."
"What? Oh!" She blushed in the darkness. "No! No, not like that. I thought you meant- never mind." She leaned over him and kissed the nearest nipple. She took it carefully between her teeth, flicking the very tip of it with her tongue, while her fingers explored his pelvis. She did the same to the other nipple until Logan couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled on to his side, forcing her on to her back. He did the same thing to her while his hand massaged its way down between her legs. She drew up one knee to give him better access. He teased her with a light touch until her hand came down on his and pushed his fingers in.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me," he whispered.
"Oooo, whaaat?"
"This..." he found the spongy spot right away and then curled his finger up against it. Electricity shot through her pelvis and Cielie gasped. Letting go of him, her hands slammed down on his as though she was going to force the whole thing inside her as she thrust up. He did it one more time and she cried out, frantically trying to pull him on top of her.
He eased himself down on her as they kissed and she wrapped her legs around him. He paused as his cock hovered against her vagina. "My face," he breathed.
"Yes! Oh wow, thank you for remembering." She brought her hands up to read his face as he entered her warm wetness. He kept the rhythm slow and sensual until she started flexing her muscles inside. She exerted such a tight squeeze on him that he came in a sudden burst of ecstasy before he could stop himself.
He opened his eyes to a child-like expression of wonderment and awe even though she really didn't come. "Your face... is that what I look like when I come?"
"I don't know," he whispered as he slipped out of her. He wasn't 100% spent and it wouldn't take much before he could enter her again. He snuggled down on top of her to nibble her neck. "Tell me your impression."
"It was... well, you were- ooooo, it obviously felt fabulous- but just before you came- for a moment- your face was completely relaxed like you were suspended in a peaceful oblivion. And then your face exploded in rapture... like everything that was bottled up inside was suddenly released."
"Hmmm, that's pretty much what you look like- except you turn beet red. Does that give you enough to work with?"
"Oh, definitely."
"Good, because we're not done yet." Abruptly, he slid off her and then off the bed to his knees. He grabbed her hips, pulling her towards him, and she scooted her bottom up to the edge of the mattress against him.
Without preamble, he spread her legs wide to kiss and caress her there, working them both up into a titillating tizzy. When he had a full erection again, he got up on one knee into semi-crouching position over her. This put him parallel with her as he penetrated her, giving it a slightly different sensation from the usual downward thrusting angle. She started to wrap her legs around him, but he pushed them back down. After several thrusts, he withdrew to come down on her again with his mouth until she did. And then he entered her again. He went back and forth between his mouth and thrusts until she was rocking in continuous waves of orgasms and begging him to stop. When he finally believed she couldn't take it anymore, he took them over the edge in one long orgasm that left them shaking until they snuggled up again for a blissful sleep.
***
The Next Day...
The first time it was pizza, this time it was the smell of coffee, bacon and eggs that woke her up. Cielie couldn't believe it. She had fully expected to wake up alone and yet here he was making breakfast. She came out as just as he was setting the plates down on the counter.
They had a nice final meal to top off the whole experience and then parted with a final kiss. As soon as he was out the door, she dashed back to sculpture to do the face before she forgot all of her impressions from last night. Not that she was going for an orgasmic expression, but it finally gave her something else to work with besides the hard lines of suppressed rage.
She was so engrossed in her work that when the doorbell rang, she jumped and nearly smashed the nose. She started for the door when she realized she was still naked. "Just a minute," she called out as she ran to the bedroom for the reality of clothes. Just when she reached for the knob, she remembered her dark glasses. "Who is it?" she asked scouring each area.
"Delivery, ma'am."
"Oh wow, almost there." Ah yes, the coffee table where Logan had put them after he took them off. She opened the door breathlessly.
"Delivery, ma'am." The young man said again.
"I don't remember ordering anything..."
"They're flowers, ma'am."
"Oh how sweet! Thank you." Big smile as she took the box. "Umm, what kind are they?"
Noting the dark glasses, the guy flipped up the invoice on his clipboard. "One dozen long stemmed Sterling roses, ma'am."
"Oh wow, thank you."
The guy had never seen such a radiant smile and he almost wished he was the one giving her flowers. Hell, he had her address, maybe someday he would. "You're welcome, ma'am." He started to turn away when she grabbed his arm. "Wait, let me get you something."
"It's already been taken care of, ma'am."
She fell against the closed the door with a sigh, clutching the box. She had never told Logan the name of rose, he had only noticed the unusual color. She put it down on the counter and carefully opened it. The scent was almost intoxicating and tears came to her eyes. He really didn't have to go to such trouble, but she would cherish it always.
She found a card inside and regretted that the delivery guy wasn't still here to read it to her when she felt her name on it in Braille. She opened it and read the rest: Thank you for sharing the beauty within. Logan.
"Hah! I knew you were a romantic under that rough exterior and I will show you!" She worked the rest of the day and most of the night on his face.
***
One Week Later...
Logan turned the key in the lock and went in. He had gotten a typewritten letter in the mail from Cielie with the key taped to it:
Dear Logan,
I'm going out of town for a few days and wanted to give you the opportunity to see the sculpture in private without any pressure from me for a reaction. I think it turned out really well- at least it's what I had envisioned. Just slip the key under the door when you leave. I hope you like it, but it's okay if you don't. Cielie
It was on the coffee table covered by a sheet. Beside it was a typewritten note:
Logan, There's beer in the fridge. Please make yourself at home and stay as long as you like. Cielie.
He tossed his jacket aside as he sat down on the couch. He took a deep breath and pulled the sheet off. He didn't know what to expect, but he stared in astonishment. It was smaller then Jean's at two feet, but the detailing was still there. He- it- no, he- looked like a miniature warrior in all his glory embracing the moon. He thought that sounded so stupid when she had said that, but now he could see how it worked. He looked so free and alive with his arms out like that.
One hand was open wide, the other was half closed- no- knowing Cielie it was probably uncurling from a fist. There was even a faint thickness between the knuckles where the claws came out. How could she have known? And then he remembered her comment about the anatomy feeling different- she was even able to represent that without know what it was.
She had it on a stand that turned and he rotated it slowly. Everything about him was there. Rippling muscles, his outie, all his hair... that alone must have taken days. It looked like she had painstakingly reproduced every hair on his body with tiny curls or hash marks into thicker clay.
It was almost eerie how it looked so real, but he really didn't expect anything less. All her other sculptures were just as realistic, the question is, was it really him? It's weird when you are the subject- you expect it to be as distorted as you think of yourself. He glanced over at the statue of Jean and could just imagine how the conversation would go. He would say, "it's beautiful, it looks just like you," and she would say, "I don't really look like that, I don't look that good", to which he would say, "oh yes you do, darlin'." And then Jean would point to his statue and say, "well that's definitely you!"
It was and it wasn't. It showed strength of character that wasn't fueled by rage- something he could become. As much as he hated the rage, he had always been secretly afraid that he would be weak without it. And he hated that idea even more, so he more or less learned to control it without loosing the edge it gave him. But Cielie saw in him the potential to be at peace with himself and still be strong. Is that what the others see, too? Is that why they put up with me?
Logan sat there a long time, thinking. When night darkened the skylights, it bathed the sculpture in moonlight and he imagined that's how Cielie must have imagined it. The head was turned up to the sky as though it had made it to the top of the mountain, had overcome all odds and survived- and was still strong. There was no weakness, all the strength that he had was still there. He realized it embodied what it would feel like to be free of the pain and rage. And it looked so real... was it really possible? And then it hit him, was it there all along and he just didn't know it? "What did she tell you about doing this? That it would be a good for me to see myself as someone else sees me."
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