Beauty on the Fire
by
Manda
Disclaimer: Marvel owns all the characters that aren't mine. Bryn is mine (she's in her twenties, so our beloved Wolvie won't get in trouble), but I'll let her out to play now and then. The song belongs to Natalie Imbruglia.
Note: This will go with a longer story of my character, but I had to get this scene out of my head! So for now it's pretty much PWP. Anything listed in 'the single quotations' are thoughts.
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**Spoilers for X2**
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in Sensory Pleasure?
~ "Beauty on the Fire," Natalie Imbruglia
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A crack of lightning sent Bryn into a sitting position. Her head felt heavy as if it were filled with some sort of viscous liquid. Rain pelted against her window relentlessly. The last few images faded from her mind as the humid reality of two a.m. sank in. They were back at Alkali Lake... Jean disappeared beneath the wall of water. A stray tear slipped down the ivory skin of her cheek. It had been months since they lost Jean, yet her dreams still persisted. She wasn't alone in that fact, she knew Logan still dreamt of her.
She was also painfully aware of the fact that he loved Jean. It hurt to see him everyday, to talk to him and know his heart still belonged to a woman she loved as a sister. 'Just give it up, it's no use,' her mind berated her.
Her throat felt dry. It seemed as though any of the water inside her was seeping out through her pores. Bryn kicked away the stifling bed sheets and planted her feet on the hardwood floor, pulling herself into a standing position. She didn't bother with a robe; not many people were awake at this hour (except herself, possibly Logan and the one student who can change channels by blinking). As she wandered out of her bedroom and down the hall, she thought idly of the night the mansion was raided. She sighed and made her way down the staircase. It only occurred to her when she stood in the foyer how dark it was inside. Normally the hall lights were on. 'Power must be out,' she thought, continuing down the hall to the kitchen.
As she moved closer to her destination, she couldn't see much of anything. Forming a small orb of flame in her open palm, however, easily cured this. 'Much better.' The sound of a bottle opening and a piece of metal hitting the counter alerted Bryn to the fact that someone was in the kitchen. She peered in cautiously and saw a familiar, silhouetted figure standing at the window.
"Can't sleep?" he asked, turning to face her in the dimness of the kitchen.
Bryn stepped inside the room, sending the orb to light the three candles on the island. "Bad dream," she replied, reaching to the cupboard for a small glass. She heard him set the bottle down on the counter beside her as she began to fill her glass with ice cold water. He leaned against the tiled counter, watching as she drank half the glass of water and set it aside. At first her eyes didn't go to his, they went to the exposed skin of his arms that were covered by the warm candlelight. 'Don't start this now.'
"Same reason, I suppose?" she said, breaking the silence and forcing her eyes to look into his rather than at his well-formed arms. He nodded in response. The uncomfortable silence again filled the air between them, causing Bryn to bite her lip out of habit. Logan tucked a stray strand of her chestnut-colored hair behind her ear. A slight chill ran down her spine as his hand brushed against her cheek.
"Power's out."
"I gathered as much," she said.
Suddenly, she became acutely aware of her choice of bed clothes: a thin, black cotton tank top that offered a nice shot of cleavage for whomever wanted to look and matching, high-cut bed shorts. A momentary flash of his claws slicing through the thin material came to mind. She closed her eyes in an attempt to remove the image.
"You alright?"
"Just a little light-headed. I'm ok." She felt him rub her right arm gently. 'Please... this isn't helping!' "Probably the heat and all, I should probably sit down," she said, trying to make up a valid excuse for being so quiet. She stepped back and sat on the stool. He crossed over and handed her the glass she abandoned on the counter.
"Thanks."
"Wanna tell me about it?"
She shrugged. "Just a bad dream."
"C'mon, darlin', ya listen to me all the time," he prodded, grinning a little.
She smiled, "Since you seem so adamant about it, it was about Jean... at Alkali Lake," she replied, her voice turning quiet toward the end. Logan nodded in response. "M'sorry," she mumbled.
"Bryn, it's not your fault." He took one of her hands in his. She looked at him. This simple act would have amazed her back when she first met him. Over the time they spent together after their return home, the two had learnt a lot about each other.
"I think I'm going to go watch the storm on the patio," she said, breaking the silence.
"Mind if I join?"
"Feel free." She pulled herself to her feet and started out the door to the covered patio. After checking the padded swing for water, Bryn sat down with Logan. Outside the patio, the storm continued to pelt the roof and any exposed object with sheets of rain. Bryn watched the night sky as it light up from time to time. The loose wisps of hair that had escaped her long braid swirled about her face in the strong breeze. For a moment, she looked over at him at caught him watching her. A small, nervous grin spread over her face. "What?"
"Nothing, you're paranoid."
"I am not. You were staring at me."
"Can if I want to."
"No, no, no, you can only stare at me if you give me a good excuse," she jested, trying to keep a serious face.
"Oh really? What's a 'good excuse'?"
"I've grown two heads or something to that effect." She was going to lose this round.
"I think you might have one comin' in," he said, tugging on part of the top she wore. Bryn squirmed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. It was no use, of course, because he was a hell of a lot stronger than she ever would be. "Yep, I see it, right there," he laughed, gently biting at the bared hollow of her neck.
"Hey! No biting!" she gave him a nudge with her elbow for emphasis. He smiled and pinned her arms to her sides. Bryn let out of fake cry. "Noo!"
The two stopped moving and just stared at each other. Before she had a moment to think, she felt his lips covering hers. 'Well, ok!' Instinctively, her hands went to his hair. His own hands, which had released their grip on her arms, now came to encircle her waist. Willingly, she yielded to the pressure of his tongue against her once closed lips. A small, quiet moan from her was lost somewhere between their mouths. She felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
When he finally pulled away, Bryn felt a little disappointed but relieved that she could breathe again. Soon enough he was kissing her again. She felt one of his hands sneaking up to her cloth-covered breast. She purred softly when she felt his hand beneath the material, rubbing over the sensitive flesh. His mouth pulled from hers and pressed dozens of kisses down the arched column of her throat. He licked at her pulse, which now raced beneath the soft skin.
Using her hands, she pulled his white undershirt up over his head. The momentary absence of his touch brought a rush of cool air over her skin. He didn't bother pulling her shirt off, he merely sliced through it with one of his claws. Absently, Bryn thought of having to replace the shirt. This thought, however, was quickly erased from her mind when his lips closed tightly over one of her nipples. Arching her back, Bryn gasped aloud, bringing her hands up to tangle in his hair once more. His tongue swirled around the hardened flesh. Her legs wrapped around his narrow hips as he continued the sensual assault on her. At some point, he did switch to the other side and gave it the same treatment. Bryn felt herself grow even wetter from his ministrations. In an effort to give him something in return, she ground herself onto his denim-clad hardness. Letting out a growl, he sharply pulled away from her breast. She smiled in triumph at the sound. "You're evil, darlin'," he purred into her ear, grinding against her. Had her mind been functioning properly, it would have been overrun with a dozen thoughts of uncertainty. She would have time to think later, right now she just wanted to feel.
His mouth moved down her neck, between her breasts, leaving a hot, wet trail with his tongue. Bryn groaned, aching back off the swing. He tugged down her dampened shorts (she didn't bother with undergarments at night), nipping at the smooth flesh of her inner thighs. Goosebumps covered her milky white skin as the night air hit it. Almost instantly, his head was buried between her thighs. He lapped voraciously at her wetness. With an audible groan, Bryn felt her eyes roll back in her head. "God, Logan!" she cried out, the words being muffled by a roll of thunder. Her fingers gripped his hair tightly, attempting to pull him even closer to her. The thought of how sturdy the swing was crossed her mind before she felt the warm spiraling sensation of a building orgasm in her lower abdomen. She cried out again when his lips closed over the hardened bud. To add to the incredibly delicious sensations drumming through her, Logan slid in two long, thick fingers. She had to !
bite down on her lower lip to keep another cry down. The last thing they needed were intruders. His free hand slithered up to her left breast and began rolling the pebbled flesh between his fingers. Bryn's breath came in short, fast pants as she felt the orgasm reaching its full intensity. Had her eyes not been closed, she would have seen him watching her flush and groan and pant from his actions. Finally, it all was too much for her and, with a sharp intelligible shriek, Bryn lifted her back off the swing again and fell right back down, gasping for breath.
"Was that good for you, darlin'?"
Bryn forced her eyes open to shoot him a "smartass" look. He laughed and kissed her again. Opening her mouth to him, she rubbed her tongue against his, licking her taste off of it. It felt as though he was trying to suck the air right out of her lungs. At that moment, she would have gladly died just as long is it was this way.
He pulled from her mouth when her hands began to work his belt off. "Need some assistance, darlin'?" he asked, his large hands covering her smaller ones. Bryn felt a little blush creep over her. She sat up, watching him disrobe. Somehow it was a lot sexier watching him do it rather than doing it herself. Her eyes widened when she saw what he had been hiding beneath the tight denim. The term 'jutting staff' came to mind. Perhaps now would be a bad time to laugh at the thought, not when she had him where she wanted him for so many sleepless nights.
"You sure this swing can support the both of us?"
"Maybe we should move." He swiftly moved the both of them to the wooden floor, settling her atop him. "Better?"
"Much."
Pulling her braid loose, she gave him a sly grin and slid onto his broad tip. His eyes searched hers as she rocked with an aching slowness, each time guiding him deeper and deeper into her warmth. A strong wind kicked up, making her hair fly around wildly and to him, causing her to look like some pagan goddess. With a loud moan, she pushed the final inch into her, enveloping him tightly. For a moment, she stilled, relishing in the wonderful pressure making her inner walls stretch to the fullest extent. Her hands came up to her gently flared hips. Bryn groaned as they began undulating in unison. Soon, the slow rhythm grew frenzied, hungry. She felt his hands that once held her hips, come up to cup her breasts. All the sensations were beginning to build up into a powerful climax inside both of them. Bryn let out a growl of her own and bucked her hips franticly against him.
She opened her eyes momentarily and saw him watching her again as she moved above him. Then it all came together in one enormous wave of pleasure that took over her body. Bryn cried out as her muscles contracted around him. Logan couldn't hold on as he felt her convulsing around him. With a loud, feral cry of his own, he spilled into her.
For a few moments, they lay gasping for air. Outside their little world, the thunderstorm raged on. Bryn slowly lifted her head and looked at Logan. "Wow."
He laughed slightly. "You're tellin' me." He pulled her head down for a kiss and smiled when she gasped into his mouth.
"Already?" she asked, looking pleasantly surprised.
"That healing factor comes in handy."
* * *
(full song)
Here it comes again
Cannot outrun my desire
Cover my descent
And throw the beauty on the fire
Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly?
Every secret shared
Why do I drink the feelings dry?
Don't go too far
Limitation scars
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in sensory pleasure?
Here it comes again
You raise the bar even higher
I cannot catch my breath
So throw the beauty on the fire
Dont push too hard
Limitation scars
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in sensory pleasure?
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Could I be lost forever?
Do I assume I could fly?
Tonight, could I be lost forever
To drown my soul in sensory pleasure?
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Sensory pleasure
Could I be lost forever?
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