Sapphire Blue
Chapter 6
by
Lady-T
Disclaimer: Not mine, especially the Aerosmith lyrics scattered around. I'm not Steven Tyler and I can't fit a whole grapefruit in my mouth like he can, so don't sue me. Virtually everything belongs to someone else.
Dedicated to all those people I've accidentally plagiarized in some way, shape or form. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. No, really it is. . .
That he should enter into judgement with God. . .
A brief touch of skin on skin. . .
He would hardly have noticed were it not for the quiet sigh she breathed against his face and the tightening of her fingers around his arms.
His eyes widened with shock as the sensation crackled through him like sweet electricity arcing between their lips. He hadn't noticed. . .
He pulled back, a mixture of need and shock and shame creasing his face, trying to find some clarity through the hundreds of conflicting emotions that were whirling through his head.
He glanced at the girl with such want but felt only the most painful of regret.
What was he doing? Dear God this shouldn't be happening to her. After all she had been through.
He heard himself mumbling something, apologising constantly to her. He knew he had gone too far. He wanted her so desperately but he could never take advantage of someone like this.
He backed away, horror in his mind as he saw himself hurting her like they had. . . and not realising it in time.
He couldn't let that happen to her. . . not again. . .
Logan felt her reach up and grab hold of his shirt. There was a barely disguised edge of desperation in her voice, and she almost cried out the words to him.
"You can't be afraid to touch me, Logan. Please!"
His embrace had felt so good, so right. It had felt almost like some small part of her somewhere had momentarily become complete. Please don't let him stop now.
He stared at her, half grateful and half shocked to hear her outburst. He was still mumbling, trying to express something and he didn't even know what it was.
"I don't. . . " He looked pained, trying to find the words. "I don't want to hurt you."
She closed her eyes and shook her head, understanding his meaning entirely.
"You're not them, Logan."
She paused. "You're not them."
He exhaled slowly and Lillah wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her head rest on his chest once more. She sighed deeply, letting the memory of everything she had hoped this moment would be wash over her.
But firm hands gently pulled her arms away from his body as he stepped backwards. He took a deep breath, so many conflicting emotions arguing for dominance that he hardly even knew what to think any more.
"I can't do this to you Lillah. Please don't make me. I can't take away what they did, and I can't take away what you have left."
Pleading, almost pitying eyes gazed back up at him as she gently shook her head. "You won't be taking anything from me Logan, it's too late for that."
A bitter smile played over her lips. "They already took it so it doesn't even matter any more."
He cut her off, something untraceable tingeing his voice. "Don't ever say that, darlin'. Just don't ever even think it. It should always matter."
Those intense eyes seemed to bore into her soul, somehow telling her more than words ever could.
"Oh, Logan, I didn't mean it like that. I meant. . . I. . . " She screwed up her face, frustrated that words had deserted her.
Eventually she sighed and her body seemed to sag as if the fear and the pain had finally become nothing but exhaustion.
"I can't be scared forever." She whispered. "I can't let myself live like that. What happened, happened. There's nothing anyone can do to change that although God knows I wish there was."
She had wrapped her fingers around his heart and squeezed. Slowly his heart had shattered into a million little pieces, wishing he could take away all the hurt she felt but finding he only made it worse.
Lillah whispered, pleadingly into the stillness of the room. "Don't let that be all I remember, please. You can't leave me like that. . . "
She stared at him, the pain of all she was and all she had lost making her ache from head to foot.
"Just hold me. . . " The cracks in her voice were clearly audible now and it tore him apart. He'd wanted to protect her and all he was dong was killing her more.
"I've been running for so long now, running from something that I can't even see, and I'm so tired. I haven't touched someone in so long. . . haven't been touched. . . I'd almost forgotten what it was like. . . "
The last remnant of his heart teetered and fell, shattering like glass on the hard floor. His arms reached out to her, pulling her close, the warmth of his body curling round her like a protective blanket.
Something in her soul seemed to swell as she screwed up her face, nuzzling into him. It eased an ache she'd had for so long she'd almost forgotten it was there.
The music from the radio was smooth as satin, filling her body with the gentle beat. He pulled her close and suddenly there was nothing, just this second, this tiny moment in time as nothing but them and the music existed. She felt the warmth of his body and the gentle swaying of the melody as its strains filtered softly through the air.
When the night has come, and the land is dark,
And the moon is the only light we'll see.
No I won't be afraid,
Oh I won't be afraid,
Just as long as you stand, stand by me.
So darlin', darlin' stand by me,
Oh stand by me. . .
He saw the sadness of her crystal blue eyes as his gaze swept down her beautiful face. Her soft lips were slightly parted and as the music swept his mind away he gently kissed her, cradling her head in his hand, soft strands of hair spilling over his fingers.
Her breath and the softness of her lips filled his body as something more, so much more than just need gripped his stomach.
The feeling seemed to swell in his body with the gentle pace of the music, the need to feel her close to him, just hold her near and never let go. She seemed to finally complete him. The pain of his past vanishing as their bodies seemed to merge.
She gasped at the sensation of his kiss and she pressed herself into his body, molding so perfectly to every curve. Emotion played so close to the surface that every thought and feeling danced across her face as Logan watched, entranced.
She was so beautiful. . .
He looked down at her, the girl's racing heartbeat pounding against his ribs. She seemed so happy just to be close to someone.
It could never be the dream she had held, it was true, but at least he could give her something.
His arms trailed further around her, returning the warmth of the embrace. His eyes closed briefly on the world once more as he gently breathed in the perfume of her hair.
She smelled so good, so pure. There was a part of him that would be content to spend the rest of his life just holding her like this. The animal in him had no domain here. All that was left was the man, a side of him that longed for something he no longer remembered, and in her arms he almost felt like he had found it.
His fingers crept lightly through her hair again, gently cradling her head into his chest as their bodies swayed to the music.
"Lillah, are you sure about this?" His voice was a soft whisper, his head bent down to her ear.
She looked up at him, about to say something, when her blue eyes shimmered suddenly. A snippet of the future crept into her mind once more, casting an iridescent light across her face as she snuggled slightly in his arms.
She seemed to radiate warmth and light for a second and a contented sigh passed her lips as the shimmering faded.
"What did you see?" he whispered hoarsely.
"You." She whispered in return.
Her face was open and wanting and she nuzzled contentedly against his chest, the softness of her body against his intoxicating his senses. He looked into the sparkling eyes of her upturned face, his heart thundering in his ears as their lips softly met once more.
She had expected him to be more forceful, rougher, but the tenderness of the touch, the concern in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. Her fingers gently ruffled through his sideburns as she closed her eyes contentedly.
His hands crept to her neck, softly brushing the skin on her collarbone through the open collar of the shirt. She smiled and sighed into his mouth as they kissed, sending shivers down his spine. Her lips parted gently and her whole body seemed to resonate, moaning softly as his tongue twined with hers.
Her hands slid lovingly down his arms, feeling the fabric glide under her fingers. She moved her touch to his stomach, her hands exploring the firm muscles under his clothes.
He breathed in a little in surprise as she pulled his shirt out from the waistband of his jeans.
Her hands slid inside, eager to touch his hot skin without the barrier of clothes. She traced up his stomach again, savoring every sensation she could find, pulling the shirt with her as her hands slid further up his body.
He rumbled low in his throat, the vibrating of his chest tickling the tips of her fingers. He released his embrace only to pull the shirt over his head and toss it, discarded, into a corner.
Her hands explored freely now, fascination on her face as his muscles glided and flexed effortlessly beneath his skin.
She leaned in close again, draping her arms around his neck as she allowed him to explore the gentle contours of her body. His hands trailed down her back and round her waist, where he started to slowly loosen the buttons on her shirt.
It fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet as he pulled her naked body close to his once more. He could feel the soft swell of her breasts pressing against his bare skin as his tender mouth devoured at her neck.
She gasped in surprise at the feeling of his hands roaming across her exposed body, the night air sending cooling jets dancing across her skin causing goosebumps.
His warm hands curved around her body once more, the feel of her satin skin etching itself into his mind.
He could feel the fresh scars tracing along her spine. The tips of his fingers followed the lines gently while she leaned into his body, shutting out the world and only taking in the blissful warmth he provided.
She breathed into his skin softly as his hands slid down to gently rest in the curve of her back. She could feel his arousal start to build, pressing against his jeans as she leaned into him.
A tentative hand reached down, pressing against his swollen body through the thick denim. He gasped in surprise and pleasure, growling into her neck as his body hardened further at her touch.
It felt so good but he pulled her hand away from his body, kissing the tips of her slender fingers and cradling her hand in his before leaning forward to gently breathe into her ear.
"No," He whispered. "Just for you this time. . . No hurt, just good things, this is just for you. . . "
There was something almost pleading in his eyes as he pulled back to look at her.
The way he breathed against her skin, the way he whispered into her ear, it all seemed so right, so perfect. . .
So familiar.
She looked at him strangely for a second, his pleading expression gripping her stomach with an unrecognisable familiarity. All she could do was nod dumbly and surrender into his tender embrace once more.
He could have held her like that forever. . .
His hand trailed up her back and came to rest on her neck while he kissed her again, passionately and fervently, stealing the air from her lungs. She knew these sensations were so familiar but she somehow couldn't place why. . .
Then recognition flashed suddenly and vividly through her senses. She jerked her head back suddenly, her lips parted in surprise as her face lit up. She was whispering silently as if trying to convince herself that it was true. . .
"Oh my God. . . " She stared at him, running her fingers down his cheek, dumbstruck with the intense emotion that surged through her. "It's You." Her eyes were wide as she stared into his, her whispering almost inaudible, "It's You, oh it's You. . . "
He looked at her strangely. "What's me, kid?"
She smiled at him, the joy in her smile wiping the question from his mind. It didn't matter now.
Hungry lips merged with his as a bemused Logan found himself being clung onto so tightly he could barely even breathe.
He sighed with pleasure as she dragged him backwards onto the bed.
Her smooth bare skin reveled in the feel of the sheets. Uncontained, she let the cool of the linen soothe her hot skin while the night blew minute eddies of chilled air across her tingling form.
She could feel the heat of Logan's hands as he gripped her lightly round the waist, kneeling over her with one knee resting between her legs. The softness of his touch surprised her as his hands slid upwards, his fiery mouth leaving a trail of kisses from her stomach to her collarbone through the valley between her breasts.
He leaned his head in close to her ear, the warmth of his breath skimming over her throat. His sideburns brushed against her cheek, his lips hovering just above her ear.
"Close your eyes. . . " He breathed gently to her.
He pulled back just enough to look at her face, running his fingers down her cheek as she slowly brought her lids down over the blazing sapphire of her eyes.
His fingers trailed down her face, brushing lightly over her lips as they parted in anticipation. He leaned forward once more and kissed her lips softly, his heart pumping blood round his ears as he fought the intense passion that burned within him.
Tenderly he caressed the soft mounds of her breasts. He could hear her breathing as he stroked all but her sensitive nipples, tender hands building a sweet anticipation. She smiled as she tangled her fingers through his hair. He could feel the smoothness of her body beneath his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating, pulsing in time with his own.
The soft pads of his fingers brushed over the tip of her sensitive buds and she gasped in pleasure, the first touch so intimate it shot through her. Her eyes opened and she began to lift her shoulders off the bed, pushing herself closer to him.
His hand pressed lightly on her stomach, pushing her back down onto the sheets as he feathered her tight breasts with his lips. The tip of his tongue darted out to graze her erect buds and she moaned in pleasure, her hands pressing down into the mattress.
He pulled himself up to kiss her lips again, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin round her collar bone.
"I love you. . . " The words slipped from his mouth without even realising he'd spoken them.
She smiled at him, the love in her eyes echoing the sentiment back to him, and kissed him passionately.
Reluctantly he left her delicious lips, the need to explore the rest of her body making the blood roar in his head. He felt her hands griping onto his shoulders as he reached down and took the tip of her breast into his mouth. His rough tongue lapped over the burning sensitivity of her nipple while his thumb and forefinger teased at the other, bringing it further to tight attention. Her body tensed as sensations began to build and her hands went back to playing distractedly through his hair. The small noises spilling from her lips pushed him further, giving him all the permission he needed.
He felt her slide herself down the bed, the intense heat of her sex suddenly pressing against his thigh.
He paused as he shuddered, his erection straining to be buried in the intense fire between her legs.
He released her breast from his mouth and swallowed hard, trying to pull himself together again. He lowered his attention to the other perfect mound, suckling and teasing until she ground her hips hard into his thigh. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps as her arousal grew.
He felt the grinding on his thigh and the desire to be inside her was driving him crazy. The need to be close, the desire to become a part of her. . .
He pulled his leg away before he lost control, and she gasped in surprise and annoyance as her body quivered, looking for the pressure she suddenly missed.
He looked at her, his eyes half closed and darkened with passion as he leaned forward to kiss her again.
He pulled back slightly when he felt her hands gently sliding up his stomach. Her fingers followed the ridges of his muscles under the skin, tracing lines over his abdomen and up his chest.
His skin felt so warm to her. The firm contours of his body screamed to be touched and she closed her eyes in contentment, letting the perfect muscles glide under her fingers.
A gasp juddered through him as her fingers rubbed over his nipples while her knee slid up his thigh, coming to rest at the apex of his jeans. She rubbed her leg seductively back and forth, making his straining manhood throb with a dull ache as it pressed hard against the denim. He felt like his head was going to explode, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest while her knee brushed past his sensitive body.
"You don't. . . " Another gasp arced through him as her fingertips flicked over his nipples once more.
A mischievous grin settled over her features, enjoying the responses she had discovered she could get from him.
He dropped his head and nuzzled against the warmth of her neck, kissing her pale skin with every word.
"You don't. . . have to. . . . do. . . that. . . Unh!" A grunt of pleasure escaped his lips as she rubbed her knee harder against the swelling in his jeans.
"Darlin', you don't. . . " he tried to repeat himself but she grabbed his neck and pulled his lips down to hers, crushing them together with a ravenous pleasure.
"Shuddup Logan."
He returned the kiss with equal passion and grudgingly pulled her hands away from his body. He planted them back on the mattress and gave her a wicked grin.
"You're gonna' drive me crazy darlin', but I still got tricks up my sleeve yet."
"But Logan. . . " She looked at him, puzzled. "You don't have any sleeves."
He groaned and shook his head as she giggled to herself, drunk on sensation. But her laughter dissolved into a gasp of ecstasy as his finger gently slid into the slick heat between her legs.
Her body tightened around his sudden touch. Taunting and stroking, he pulled her body to the edge then let her fall back again.
She whimpered with need, her body twisting with new sensations as her breath caught in her throat.
Lillah gasped in surprise as his finger pulled out and his tongue suddenly flicked into the heat of her sex. Shivers ran down her spine, her body shaking with excitement and need. Her hands balled into fists on the sheets, flexing as he brought her to the edge once more.
Logan delved in again, more forcefully this time, nibbling at her burning flesh and running the flat of his tongue against the sensitive, aching nub hidden in her hot folds. He gently lapped at her silken skin as he pulled her hips up to his mouth, driving the air from her lungs as the tip of his hot tongue flicked round her swollen clit.
Her body jerked at the sensation, her fingers pulling at handfuls of the sheet. She writhed with pleasure as his hands slid down her thighs, caressing her body and pulling her scorching core closer to him. He went in again, his mouth exploring every inch of her sex, holding her steady while she groaned and writhed on the sheets before him. The sight of her responding like this to his touch made him ache for release. He wanted to feel the heat inside her with his hard body, filling the void with more than just his tongue.
Her pulse raced, the ache of need becoming a burn that scorched up her body from between her legs. Electricity crackled and blossomed from his touch, her skin covered in a light sheen as she tensed her muscles against another blissful onslaught to her senses.
His tongue slid further inside her now, a shock of cold air rushing over her heat as he breathed in deeply, drawing her in with every sense he owned.
He could taste her sweetness, the velvet of her skin yielding at his caress. She moaned again softly as his touch danced across the edge of her senses.
"Logan. . . " Her eyes were closed as she tensed around his touch. She breathed his name as her back arched, her shoulders plunging deep into the mattress.
He continued his relentless onslaught, feeling her body respond as the first wave of orgasm began to build.
He pulled at her clit with his mouth again, teasing it with everything he had while she writhed and gasped at the intensity of new sensations. His fingers slid softly into her once more, deep into her core, grinding with a gentle rhythm as her body contracted around his touch.
Blissful ecstasy exploded through her body like a molten wave as he hungrily devoured at her sex. She moaned, writhing on the sheets, breathing fast.
Lillah closed her eyes and stretched, flinging her arms above her head as her body came to rest on the mattress.
"Oh, Logan. . . " She breathed.
Logan smiled, savoring every last taste of her on his lips. His hands slid up to caress her sensitive breasts again, the feel of her smooth skin under his fingers was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of the sensation of her pliant body beneath his.
She responded with a ragged sigh, keeping her eyes closed. She lay drinking in the feel of his hands rubbing past her painfully erect nipples, her little moans and sighs driving him crazy with desire.
His body was so hard now, the pressing against his denim was aching with frustration at being contained. He released her breasts to loosen the buckle on his jeans and pushed the zipper down, relieving some of the strain, kissing her tenderly and passionately as he did so.
At the sound of his zipper he felt her squirm beneath him, a slight hitch in her breath making his heart wrench and forcing him to pause.
"We don't have to go any further, we can stop whenever you want. . . " He breathed hoarsely into her ear, an empty feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
Without even opening her eyes she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth. She could taste her own essence on his lips, the burning in her body now consuming everything with the need to feel him inside of her. Damn the past, she wanted him NOW.
"Tonight," She whispered.
Her hand strayed down his stomach towards his straining manhood, but his firm grip pulled her touch away. He gently kissed her fingers and returned her arm to the bed.
"Just for you tonight, remember?" It was like a throaty growl in her ear that seemed to make her whole body vibrate as he spoke.
He knew that she would make him lose control, and that was the last thing he was willing to do tonight.
He stopped her mouth with a kiss before she could argue.
His jeans slumped into a discarded heap on the floor as their bodies twined together once more. The feel of flesh on flesh slid through his mind, the blissful intimacy sending a contented sigh through his body.
Her body was ready for him, slick and warm and needing, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, inviting him to take her.
He lingered in her opening, the effort to not just plunge in creasing his face. Despite everything she was still inexperienced. He would not, he could not, allow himself to hurt her.
"Are you sure about this. . . ?" He croaked. He wanted this so badly he thought his was going to explode, but he had to be sure she wanted it too. . .
"Logan. . . " She breathed his name with such desire it pushed him over the brink.
Her body tensed at the invasion, but he kissed her gently and when she opened her eyes to him, she looked direct into two intense brown orbs, wide with concern. They showed directly into his heart and she smiled at what she saw.
Her body relaxed and he inched in, burying himself up to the hilt in her tight heat. He gasped with pleasure at the feeling of finally being inside her. The feeling of being enveloped by her body brought him to the brink almost instantly.
She felt like something inside her soul had finally been mended, the sensation of his body filling hers unlike anything she had ever experienced before. He felt her head drop back into the sheets as she gasped with pleasure, instinctively pressing herself against him. She wanted to feel him as deep as he could possibly go. . .
He returned the gentle rhythm, kissing her lips as their bodies united.
He pressed into her, tender and sweet. He filled her body as he held her, their beings seeming to melt into each other. He ground into her and she thrust back, their bodies making a perfect rhythm, bringing each other to a blissful crescendo. Lillah's body felt like it was turning to liquid and reforming. Perfect ecstasy exploded through her as fire spread through her belly from the blissful sensations surging through her head. She moaned his name as they fell apart in each other's arms.
Breathing heavily they clutched each other as if they would never let go. They lay locked together, eyes shut to all but the sensation of the other. She wanted this moment to last forever, and she never wanted to let go. . .
Lillah sighed with contentment and buried her head in his chest.
Oh God, it had been all she had dreamed and so much more.
In the darkness and still of the night, the touch of a dreamer had seemed washed and pale by comparison. It had become a hazy watercolour impression of the vibrancy of sensation that had coursed through her body.
His hands had caressed her so fervently, so reverently she could almost have cried with joy.
She gently disentangled herself from him now and he flopped sleepily onto the pillows beside her.
Lillah eased herself out of bed, her smooth, bare body padding across the floor to the bathroom. Logan watched her swaying movement from the corner of one, sleepy eye and grinned to himself.
The light clicked on before her, silhouetting the gentle curves of her body. It bathed her skin in a smooth amber light, perfect in the darkness. Logan growled low in his throat, his body hardening once more at the sight of her soft breasts as she turned and grinned at him.
"What's up Logan?" A smile of pure wickedness settled on her face once more as she eyed the bulge forming under the sheets.
Logan growled and rubbed his neck. "Kid, you'll be the death of me."
She grinned. "Flattery will get you everywhere," and swung the bathroom door shut behind her.
She had woken that morning, for the first time in her life, in the arms of the man she loved. The night had held no dreams, only a quiet serenity. It seemed to fill the peace of the early morning with its gentle embrace, and she gazed at Logan's sleeping features with a soft smile.
He looked so perfect like that, so relaxed. His lips were parted slightly as he breathed gently in his sleep. They looked so tender and soft she couldn't resist reaching out to touch them, the tips of her fingers barely even brushing over the surface of his skin.
She leaned forward and gently kissed him, rousing him from his light slumber.
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at her, enjoying the feeling of her hand stroking his cheek.
The perfect start to the morning, he mused, pulling her close to him. She nestled against his warm body, as they held each other surrounded by the softness of the sheets. They stayed molded together as the sun slowly began to filter through the tiny windows of their room.
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