The door swung inwards and Logan reached for the light switch with his free hand. What he saw stopped him in his tracks. Except for clean sheets and a freshly made bed, they hadn't touched a thing. The room was exactly as he'd left it six months ago. They hadn't turned it back into a dorm room the moment he'd left, as he'd half expected - they'd kept it vacant. Ready for his return... In the 15 years that he could remember, he'd never stayed in one place longer than a few weeks at most. He'd certainly never stayed long enough to develop an attachment to anyone or anything. The realization that, for six long months, a group of people whom he'd known for only a few days had kept a room reserved for him, had left a space waiting for him in their tight knit family, made his throat tighten and he closed his eyes against the sudden emotion. Kiara's soft voice behind him broke the silence and he opened his eyes again.
"Logan, is something wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong... just didn't expect them to keep the room the way I'd left it, that's all." Kiara's arms circled his waist and he could feel the warmth of her cheek press against his shoulder.
"Why wouldn't they? They're good people, Logan, they care about you. I don't know them, and even I can see that." He smiled and taking her hand in his, led her into the room. Lying at the base of the bed was a neatly folded stack of sweat suits, with a note from Jean on top: "Logan, I had to guess at Kiara's sizes but these should fit her well enough until she can find something else. Perhaps, if she wants, Ororo and I could take her shopping tomorrow afternoon. Welcome back, Logan - we all missed you. Jean" Logan laughed out loud and Kiara stopped her investigation of the room to look up at him inquiringly.
"Jeannie wants to take you shopping tomorrow," he laughed. When Kiara's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store, he closed his eyes and groaned. "The mall is never going to know what hit it..." The pillow hit him square in the face and his eyes snapped open to see Kiara grinning at him devilishly across the bed.
"Logan, I have been living like a hermit in the middle of nowhere. For as long as I can remember, I haven't owned a single piece of nice clothing. If Jean and this Ororo are willing to take me, well then, tomorrow I am going shopping, dammit!" The look of fierce determination she levelled at him only made him laugh harder as he quickly crossed the floor to stand in front of her.
"I was only teasing you, Kiara - if shopping is what you want, then that's what you're gonna get," he said, as he brought his hands up to rest on her hips and leaned his face down to nestle in her hair. "I want whatever will make you happy..." His lips traced softly over the pulse in the side of her neck and he could feel a shiver run through her.
"Right now, I want that shower you've been promising me..." Her voice was husky, one hand reaching up to tug gently at his sideburns, and he could feel every muscle in his body tighten in response. When the fingers of that hand slipped through his hair to knead at the back of his neck, an involuntary growl started low in his throat and the kisses he gave her neck became rougher, more possessive. Suddenly, the air in the room seemed a hell of a lot warmer and thinking a lot more difficult...
"Well, then," he said, his own voice sounding harsh in his ears, "follow me..." Taking her hand in his, he led her to the spacious bathroom adjacent to his room. He heard Kiara draw in a sharp breath and looked over to see her staring about her with wide eyes. Looking at the room, himself, he realized she might be a little overwhelmed. The bathroom walls were all done in the same mahogany wood that decorated much of the mansion. The wall above the sink was graced by a large, ornate mirror, framed in more rich, mahogany tones. The sink itself was a beautiful golden bronze, the faucet done in a fluted style. The floor was covered in a plush carpet that matched that in the main part of the room. All in all, Xavier hadn't exactly stinted on anything, and he could see how someone who'd spent most of their remembered life in a bare, cold cabin might be in awe.
"Wow..." Kiara finally said, exhaling. She looked up at Logan and slowly smiled. "I can see this is a definite improvement over that hotel bathroom..." Logan's only response was a growl, as he pressed her back into the wall and buried his face in her neck. As her body arched into his, he slid one leg between hers and leaned in with his hip. Kiara gasped, as she felt his muscle thigh begin to rub against her jeans. His hands on her hips, pulling her down against him... "Oh my god, Logan..." Suddenly, Logan stepped back from her. Kiara's eyes snapped open. He grinned at her, motioning with a finger at her clothes.
"Off." Turning away from her, Logan leaned into the shower to turn on the water. As the spray of hot water began to fill the air with steam, he turned back. To find Kiara facing him. Completely nude. Claws out... As his eyes trailed up her body to meet hers, he raised an eyebrow. Kiara simply smiled and began to walk towards him. God, the way her hips swayed with every step... She raised one hand, claws ever so gently tracing the line of his jaw. His mouth went completely dry.
"You have another set of clothes in that cavern out there you call a closet?" As those claws continued to trail down his neck, sending shivers through his body, all he could do was nod and try to swallow. With a snap, the first button went flying off his shirt, and he let out an involuntary groan. When the second button was sliced off, he started to reach out for her, and Kiara danced just out of his reach. "No," she said, with a sly smile, "not yet. It's my turn right now..." He pressed his head back against the wall with another groan. Third button joined the others... Before he knew it, the warm, damp air of the bathroom was sliding over his bare chest as his shirt fell to the floor in tatters. Metal claws traced a slow, lingering path down the center of his chest, tracing over his abdomen in maddening circles, and every muscle in his body tightened in the struggle not to reach out and grab her. When those claws sliced right through his belt, and then the button of his jeans, his head snapped forward and stared into a set of yellow eyes. Eyes that looked as if they wanted to eat him alive... and it wasn't something he would mind... As he watched, Kiara drew her claws carefully down the front of his jeans, peeling them away as she went. Until finally, she knelt at his feet. Claws retracted with a metallic 'snikt'. Warm, soft fingers began to stroke their way lazily up the insides of his legs and he leaned into the wall with a sharp hiss of breath.
"Logan?" The sudden sound of his voice startled him and he had to struggle to answer.
"Yeah?"
"Do you trust me?"
"You know I do..."
"Then put your hands above your head and don't move..." Oh god.... Unable to verbally respond, he slowly raised his arms, laced his fingers together and rested them on top of his head. As her hands crept slowly up his legs, he clenched his eyes shut and leaned the back of his head against the wall. When her mouth closed around him, a groan tore itself from his lips and the muscles of his arms corded, veins standing out in sharp relief against flushed skin. Oh god, the sweet torture this woman was putting him through.... Kiara's tongue swirled around him, as she continued to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. Tremors had begun to ripple through the muscles of his legs and he had to sink his teeth into his lower lip to fight the urge to lower his hands into her hair. Then she did something with her tongue, some sort of undulating wave and a scream was wrenched out of him as he slammed his head backwards into the wall. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, her mouth was suddenly gone. His eyes flew open to find her standing before him, a satisfied smile on her lips. He gazed at her with eyes drugged by lust and sensation and she just crooked a finger at him.
"Time for that shower, I think..." He let out a strained laugh and shook his head.
"Can I move my arms now?" The look she gave him was full of a whole lot of things, and all of them did things to his body that made him want to scream again.
"I certainly hope so..." With that, she slid back the door of the shower and climbed into the hot water. With a growl, Logan pushed himself away from the wall and walked to the shower on unsteady legs. When he joined Kiara, she had her back to him, her eyes closed and face turned up into the spray. Seeing that long expanse of beautiful skin exposed to him, glistening with droplets of water, was almost more than he could take. Wordlessly, he picked up a bottle of shampoo and poured some into his cupped hand. Stepping closer to her, he began to massage it into her hair - luxuriating in the sensation of the rich lather and fine hair drifting across roughened knuckles. She sighed and let her head loll back on her neck, as his fingers gently directed her so that the hot water rinsed away the remnants of shampoo. Fingers that picked up the shower gel and began to slowly squeeze it out over her bare shoulders... Rubbing into tired muscles, massaging away tension, gently kneading and pulling at the skin until she was almost purring like a cat... He let his hands slide down her sides to her hips and she leaned back into him, as those hands reached around to cup her breasts. Rolled suddenly taut nipples between strong fingertips...
Kiara groaned and pressed back into him, her hips grinding into his. Logan let out a low, rough growl and pulled her tighter against him, the fingers of one hand splayed across her lower abdomen. She stretched her body and reached up both hands to pull his head down next to her head.
"Logan... I want you now...Inside me..." His lips latched onto her neck and he began to turn her around, but Kiara's hands on his stopped him. "No... like this... I want to feel you like this..." Before that moment, he wouldn't have thought he could possibly get any harder. But her words proved him wrong... And when Kiara leaned her upper body forwards, bracing her hands against the tiled walls and pressing backwards into him, he could barely control himself... He bent forwards and lay a gentle kiss on one wet shoulder, as he slid a hand between her legs. He was pretty damn certain that the dampness he felt was not just from the water, but the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Satisfied, he slowly slid into her. Heard her gasp above the sound of the running water and held himself absolutely still as she adjusted to him. Waited, barely breathing... And then she began to move against him. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. He rocked his hips in time to hers and she began to cry out, hands still pressed flat against the walls of the showers, the muscles in her arms taut and stretched... As sensation after sensation flooded his senses, her wordless moans filling his ears, he could feel himself fast approaching climax. Just as Kiara thrust back hard against him and screamed his name, the world exploded around him in a kaleidescope of colours. Eyes blinded by water and endorphins, he reached out and pulled Kiara up against his chest, enveloping her in his arms and burying his face in her wet hair. With his eyes still closed as he struggled to regain his breath, he could feel Kiara reach down and turn the water off. Her voice sounded deafening without the spray of the shower.
"Do you think the Professor's going to be upset when he gets the water bill?" The roar of Logan's laughter richoteted off the walls of the bathroom and he tightened his arms around a giggling Kiara.
"God damn, I love you..." he whispered into her ear. She sighed and rested her head on his forearm.
"And I love you, Logan. Life was empty without you in it..." He smiled and kissed her cheek softly. Felt her lean further into him and thought to himself that, without her in it, his life would be damn well pointless...
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