The idea for this story came to me one morning while I was half asleep and it just went from there. I wanna thank LT and especially Deke for all their beta help on this and Elektra for leads on research and basically just listening while I rattled :-).
This is another one of my odd jumbles of Movieverse and comic canon. It's Movieverse Logan with comic book Logan's background although I've taken some liberties with the timeline of Logan's epiphany.
I've also taken some literary license with the existence of burlesque theaters in New York City in the 40's since Mayor Fiorello La Guardia actually began shutting them down in 1937 but I'm sure you all don't really care ;-)
Disclaimer: Logan and anyone else you recognize belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox. Everyone else is mine but I'm willing to share 'em. I'm poor and not making any money of this so please don't sue me.
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada - One Year Later
Nina looked out the kitchen window to see Logan pull up on his new motorcycle. Michael was perched behind him, his hair ruffled, cheeks bright red from the biting wind.
The two came in stomping snow off their boots.
"Mommy!" Mike called out excitedly. "Guess what I learned how to do today?"
"What?"
"I learned how to skate backwards!"
"That's wonderful, honey! Now go get washed up for dinner, ok? You can tell me all about it while we eat." She watched indulgently as he ran off to put his skates away and get ready for the evening meal.
She turned an affectionate eye to her husband. "I wish you wouldn't take him out on the motorcycle in this weather, honey, you'll both catch your death."
He kissed her sweetly. "Sorry, honey. I'll put it away in the garage tomorrow. It's just a novelty and he's so excited about it I wanted to give him a ride. You won't see it again 'til spring."
"He's not the only one who's excited about it."
He grinned wryly at her and went to get washed up.
After dinner, Logan poured himself a whiskey and settled onto the couch. He sighed contentedly and gazed out the picture window in the living room. Even though it was dark he could imagine the beautiful white expanse of snowy meadows stretching off to the Rockies in the distance. In the spring he knew those meadows would be full of colorful wildflowers and smiled slightly at the thought of making love to Nina in the midst of them, the warm sun turning her beautiful skin to gold.
Lost in his daydream he didn't notice Nina slide down the couch to snuggle next to him until he felt her warm, soft lips planting kisses along his neck. He flung his arm over her shoulder.
She moved to straddle his hips and smiled slyly into his eyes. Cool fingers began unbuttoning his wool shirt.
"Mmm, darlin', do you want your son to wake up and see his parents making love on the living room couch? It will scar him for life."
She chuckled and bent down to kiss him. "He's asleep upstairs all the way on the other side of the house. He'll never hear a thing."
A whisper of soft cotton and he'd rucked her skirt up around her thighs. He could smell the damp silk of her panties pressed against his swelling erection and his head dropped back against the couch. Glittering hazel eyes watched with obvious delight as she began undoing the buttons of her cotton shirtwaist until it hung open around her.
His hands slid into her panties to cup her buttocks before slipping lightly over her thighs. He brushed her already-wet sex with feathery strokes eliciting a little mewl of delight from her. Lifting up onto her knees slightly she undid his belt and the buttons of his jeans and he lifted his hips to aid her in sliding them down along with his boxer shorts.
Dimly, in the back of his brain, he thought about how his innocent young wife of a year ago had been transformed into the wanton on his lap who gave as good as she got in terms of their passion. Right now she was grinding her hips against his rock hard penis in a way that was driving him crazy. He ripped the crotch seam on her panties and hiked them up to her waist. With bruising urgency he guided her down onto his shaft.
She arched her back, thrusting her silk-clad breasts into his face, knowing they would be irresistible to him. He didn't disappoint. His hands slid under her bra, pushing it up and out of the way. Hungry lips swooped down to claim one rosy nipple, suckling it and teasing it as if he'd never get enough.
She was riding him hard now and he thrust up to meet her, matching her rhythm. He could hear his own breath rasping loudly as he neared his climax along with the little sounds Nina made in her throat when she was close to peaking; they never failed to make him wild with lust.
He could feel the muscles of her passage contract as she came around him, her face buried in his shoulder so she wouldn't scream and wake up Michael and he reached the summit only a split second behind her, both of them riding the falls to the other side together.
He held her gently against his chest, listening to her breathing as it slowed against his neck.
"Logan?" She said in a dozy voice. "Remember our wedding night?"
He smiled. "How could I forget, darlin'?"
"Remember how you told me it would only get better?"
"Mmm hmmm. And it has, hasn't it?" He asked with humor in his voice.
She moved to look into his eyes. "Can you stand it getting even better?"
His brows knit together with confusion, questioning eyes searching her face.
She took a deep breath and cupped his face between her hands.
"Logan. . . I'm going to have a baby."
He looked stunned for a moment as if he didn't quite comprehend what she'd told him before he broke into an ecstatic grin. He began covering her face with kisses.
"Nina, baby! That's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard! Oh, darlin', I. . . Oh my God! Shouldn't you be in bed? I mean. . . what we just did. . . "
She laughed through tears of happiness. "Logan, I won't break. I waited tables with Michael until I was six months gone. And for some reason being pregnant makes me wanna do. . . what we just did. . . even more." She gave a throaty laugh.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom where he made love to her for the rest of the night. Sometimes it was slow and gentle, sometimes hot and primal but always, always it conveyed everything they felt for each other.
Now hours later as he held her in his arms and watched the pink and peach rays of dawn moving across the room all he could think of was the strange turn his life had taken a year ago. If he'd never been shipped out with the Americans, if he hadn't decided to stay in New York he wouldn't be holding this beautiful woman in his arms right now and she wouldn't be about to give him the beautiful gift of a child. . . their child.
He tightened his grip on her and she murmured and curled closer to his heat.
He couldn't imagine being any happier than he was right now. God help anyone, even Victor Creed, if they tried to take any of this away from him. He'd kill anyone who tried.
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