Clear Blue Sky
by
Paxnirvana
Author's Note: Rating is for a complete PWP [for you newbies, that's Porn Without Plot]. Otherwise known as smut. Logan/Ororo *sigh* I love high mountain meadows. . . My own continued movieverse again, gentle readers, 'cause he's taller and they're both just too pretty to resist!
Disclaimer: Marvel & 20th Century Fox have the rights, but I paid good money to see it five times in the theater and bought the DVD. I figure that gives me a little room to maneuver, seein' as I paid them. . . no Phase 3 involved!
When he returned to the clearing near the cabin, she was sleeping naked in the sun, her bare skin gleaming in the late afternoon rays under the clear blue sky. The sight made him stop in his tracks, then he let his breath out with a tolerant snort. He'd never met anyone so eager to get out of their clothes as she was. Of course, she had an advantage - she rarely got cold. She lay stretched out amid the fragile wildflowers on a brightly colored blanket, her white hair spread around her like a skiff of snow. He stood at the edge of the clearing lost for a moment in her beauty.
Silent, slow, easy. He moved toward her as if he was hunting prey. She remained still, her ribs moving gently in the deep rhythms of sleep. Trusting and relaxed, she slept as if she lay on her own bed in the mansion in Westchester instead of in a small meadow high in the wild Canadian Rockies. He crouched down beside her, away from the sun so that he wouldn't cast her into shade, and rested his arms on his knees.
He watched her for a long while, his gaze traveling slowly from her relaxed face to her curled legs and back up again, content for once, to just be. Desire slumbered, near to the surface but not active. He wanted her, but he wanted to watch her sleep more. Once she moved slightly, a hand flexing where it was curled over the other hand. He nearly held his breath, hoping she wouldn't awaken. As if responding to his silent wish, she slumbered on. He let a faint smile touch his normally grim lips.
Peace. She brought him peace. When he was with her, the rage stilled, the animal subsided.
But there was also the potential for her to break the animal completely free. They were mutants. Hated and feared by most humans. Humans they tried to protect, whether they wanted it or not. Life was risky for them. If something were to happen to her - he didn't like to think about it.
She moved again and his attention snapped back. She would wake soon, he could tell. He reached out a hand then and touched the silken skin of her hip. He trailed his hand slowly up her sun-warmed skin, over her side, up to her ribs, then back down to her stomach. He laid his hand flat on her belly, staring at the contrast between his rough hand and her smooth toffee-colored skin.
A slender hand covered his own, draped fearlessly across his knuckles. Knuckles that concealed pain and death.
"Mmmm - there you are," she said quietly, her voice husky with sleep. Her dark eyes were half-lidded, her lips barely parted. He let his gaze linger on her face, the line of her jaw, her eyes.
"Sleepy?" he asked, his hand sliding gently across her skin. Her lips curved in a small smile, something bright gleamed in the depths of her eyes. "Not anymore," she said, her hand still resting on his as he stroked her. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yeah," he rumbled. Her lips parted to ask him another question, but he bent forward and quickly covered them with his own. Desire no longer slept, it was awake and hungry. Her hands rose and tangled around his neck. He breathed in her scent, her taste, as he kissed her. She was warm sun and heady woman. Unbalanced by the precarious position, he braced his hands to either side of her head.
"Ouch," she said against his lips, wincing as he tugged her hair. He pulled back as she laughed and gathered up the offending hair. Frowning slightly, she followed him up. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Nowhere, darlin'," he said as he sat back on the edge of the blanket. She sat up as well, her legs curled gracefully underneath her, her hair caught in a rope over her shoulder. She watched as he tugged off his boots, his socks, then began to unbutton his shirt. She leaned forward then, her full breasts swaying and brushed his hands aside. Slender fingers made short work of the buttons, warm lips caressed the skin revealed beneath. He drew in a hissing breath, staring down the line of her back to the womanly swell of her hips, her thighs as she worked her way down his body. He wanted her. Long, pale hair lay over him like a sheet. The heavy buckle of his belt fell away, followed by the popping release of the top buttons of his jeans.
Then her cool hands reached inside his jeans and cupped him. He was hard and ready. "'Ro," he groaned, moving restlessly under her touch.
"Be still," she said, glancing up to take the sting from her sharp words. He leaned back on his hands, watching her. She freed him from his jeans, his underwear, drawing him into the light. Then she gave a half-smile and took him into her mouth. He gritted his teeth against the sensation, hands fisting in the blanket. Warm, wet heaven. Her tongue swirled around him, her mouth enfolded him. He groaned, uncertain how much he could endure.
She sucked gently on him, taking him deep into her mouth. That was it. He reached up and caught her arms, lifting her as he surged forward. She gasped as he bore her back, coming down on top of her, her hair tossed among the pale wildflowers. Her lips were shiny with moisture, her mouth open. He bent down and kissed her, mouth hard, tongue searching. She met him as an equal, her tongue fencing with his own. He could taste himself in her mouth. It made him growl. Her hands ran up his back, across his shoulders to his neck, pressing him closer.
He lifted his head finally, breathing hard, gaze narrowed. Her eyes were closed, her chin lifted. He trailed his lips across her slender neck, down her chest to her upthrust breast. The nipple was dark and hard, like a bead in his mouth as he sucked on it. She groaned deeply, her hands tangling in his wiry hair. Strong legs clamped around the heavy thigh thrust between her own, pressing her heat against him. Denim got in the way. Cursing under his breath, he released her breast, rose up and swiftly shed his jeans. Finally as bare as she was, he dropped back down beside her. His maleness lay hard against her thigh.
"Do you have anything?" she asked, her eyes dark with passion.
"Shit, forgot," he growled in frustration, his arms closing around her. Her eyes opened fully then, gazing deeply into his own. Passion raged there, beside love and gentle contemplation.
"The risk is low," she said finally, leaning up and pressing her lips to his own. He pulled himself away reluctantly, not willing to chance it.
"Not a good idea, 'Ro," he said gruffly. She caught his face between her hands and stared into his eyes, a stern look on her face.
"The risk is low, Logan," she repeated. Then she slipped her hands down his body, cupping him. "And I want to feel you bare inside me."
Her words and her touch sent him over the edge of his already shaky restraint. He slid an arm under her body, bracing them with the other as he lifted her hips roughly to his. He rubbed against her damp opening, testing her. She moaned, her hands dropping to clutch at the blanket beneath.
"Do ya?" he growled, his gaze locked on hers. Her chest heaved with harshly drawn breaths. His mouth dropped and devoured, freezing her breath, fisting her hands.
"Yes." The word trailed away on a hissing exhale. He pushed against her, his hardness sliding against her heat again. She moaned and clutched at his back, feeling the flex of heavy muscle as he moved against her again. But only along the outside, rubbing and teasing her with the hint of possession, only to move on. He was hot and heavy against her, silk over steel, and her body shook with need. He was her soul, her heart, her very breath.
"By the Goddess!" she cried, digging her fingernails into his hips. His mouth was on her throat, his tongue hot as he trailed it up her neck to the sensitive place beneath her ear. Prickly beard sent shivers through her. Teeth tugged gently at her earlobe. She squirmed and his big hand slid further down her back, cupping her buttocks, pressing her up. His mouth moved to hers, lips parting hers, tongue sweeping inside. She moaned again, wanting more than just his tounge. She was arched like a bow, taut and ready, but he held himself pressed against her thigh now, throbbing. He dropped his forehead down on her shoulder, but not before she saw the grimace as he fought for control.
"Don't deny me," she whispered, moving against him. He made a harsh sound. She streaked her hands up to his broad shoulders and back down again, feeling the tension in him, the borderline wildness.
"'Ro, it's not safe. . ." he snarled. Her heart soared for his consideration at this time and place, while her body protested. She needed to feel him. Needed him inside. His breathing was labored, broken, on the edge of control.
"It is my risk," she said, her own breath coming in urgent pants. "Come inside me, Logan. Come to me."
He lifted his head, his expression savage. "No," he snarled again. "Our risk." Then he drew back and plunged inside her. Shock and need met in a wild tangle and she screamed, fingers clenching in his back. He froze for an instant, his breath hot against her.
"Did I hurt ya?" he asked, trembling with urgent control. Her head rolled back, her arms tight about him.
"No, oh, no, Logan," she moaned. He was there, hard and hot inside her. Just him, with nothing now between them. Heavy lids fluttered open to meet his concerned gaze. She smiled at him reassuringly, bringing a hand around to trail fingers over his rough cheek, his grim lips. Those lips curved finally in a wicked smile, the eyes dark with desire. He pulled back and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, pressing herself urgently against him.
"Easy, darlin'," he whispered. "I ain't goin' anywhere." Then he began to move, sliding deeper, then out, his arm under her buttocks holding her precisely in place. She was held and impaled, her body open to him as he moved. Deep, deeper. The beautiful friction made her gasp and groan.
She called his name, winding her arms around his neck, feeling her breasts bounce against his chest with the force of his thrusts. He was inside her, her lover, her soulmate. Growling against her neck. She felt her world reduce to the points of contact, her entire being focused on him, on herself, on what they were doing to each other. Pleasure built, spiraling up in a wave. He slowed and she all but sobbed, urging him on again.
"Not yet," he growled against her lips. She wound one hand in his hair, the other clutched his back. "Yes, now!" she moaned, thrusting up against his motion. He froze again, then shuddered, his body convulsing above her. She felt the pulse of him inside her, the spurt, his shout and she went over the edge as well. Her body clenched, her lungs seemed to stop. She lifted her head and cried out, a gasping ululation that trailed off into sobs of joy.
* * * * *
"Logan," she murmured when she could speak - Goddess - when she could think again. He had lowered her back to the blanket and collapsed beside her, a heavy arm over her ribs, a hairy thigh between her own. She savored the contact, recognizing it for the possessiveness it was. She was his woman, as he was her man. Elemental. Basic. As basic as the act they had just performed. She blinked up at the sky sleepily. The sun was still shining brightly on them, though much lower in the west than before. The air about them was fresh and clear, sparkling with warm promise.
"Huh, no rain," he said into the skin of her shoulder, one eye peeled warily at the clear blue sky.
"No," she said, smiling secretively. "No rain."
"Sometimes, ya make it rain when we do this."
"Not if you do it right," she said teasingly. He lifted his head wearing a wounded, indignant look. She smiled back at him, her heart full. "Or there's an extremely stable high pressure zone over us. Or we're outside. . ."
He laughed rustily as he caught on to the tease and kissed her, drawing her tightly against his chest.
"Outside, eh? Better remember that. . . "
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