Heatwave
by
Zerelda X
Disclaimer: SMUT!! Don't read if it offends you!
Logan belongs to Marvel. Charlotte's mine. For entertainment purposes only.
Lovingly dedicated to Terri, who not only loved the first draft, but was willing to risk all and let her husband try this on her.
Charlotte gazed into the open chest freezer, ready to hit the ceiling. It was the middle of July, the central air useless against the unrelenting humidity, and guess who took the last pint of ice cream. Even the cold moist air pouring out of it didn't make her less angry.
"LOGAN!" she shouted as she hung nearly ass over teakettle over the side, trying to search through it. "You ate all the ice cream, dammit!" She moved items around, vainly hoping to find a hidden pint. Every now and then she put one aside, vainly hoping it would go unnoticed.
Pushing some packages of last year's venison out of the way, she found a popsicle. A single popsicle down in a crevasse between the piles of white packages. The double barrel kind. When had she bought these? Oh yeah, last month. She'd loved these, but somehow she missed one. Welp, she wasn't missing it now. And it was purple. Purple was her favorite flavor.
"Ya called, darlin'?" Logan said from the doorway, eyeing her butt up in the air. The cutoffs she wore were so short her underwear was visible from the hems. White. Looked good against her tanned skin.
Upside down, dangling from her hips with her feet off the ground, she glanced at the popsicle in her hand, thinking quickly. "No, I was just cussing out loud," she said, her voice echoing in the small space. "Everything's okay."
"Now I'm a cuss word, eh?"
"Occasionally. Anything special you want for dinner while I'm in here?"
When he didn't answer her back, she risked levering herself up. If he would just go away, she could enjoy her treat in private.
"What did ya find in there?" he asked with a sly smile.
"Umm... nothing." Maybe if she pretended to be invisible he'd wander away. That's it. She'd just wish herself into the sneaky mode and wait.
Another peek told her that wasn't going to work either. With a sigh she pushed out of the freezer with her prize and closed the lid. "A popsicle. I found a popsicle." She could try and ignore him, but he'd look at her with those eyes and she'd end up giving it all to him. Peeling the paper off, she broke it in half and handed him one stick.
"An' here I thought you were so hot you were crawlin' into the freezer," he said mildly, popping it into his mouth. Too sweet, of course, but if she was not-so-voluntarily giving it up, he was taking it.
"You ate the rest of the ice cream," she said a bit resentfully.
His smile grew wider around the icy treat. "Last night, yep. I guess ya already forgot how."
Char's face flamed when she remembered just how he'd finished eating it. "Okay, so I'll retract everything I was thinking about you," she mumbled. How could she forget? She'd changed the sheets on the bed just this morning because they'd been so er... enthusiastic with the ice cream.
So busy was she being uncomfortable, she didn't notice her half melting until she felt the sudden chill against her chest as it dripped. "Shoot." Looking around, she reached for a paper towel to wipe it off when his hand closed over her wrist.
"I'll get it." He bent his head and flicked his tongue against her breastbone, catching the rivulet of juice trailing down her cleavage. Her skin was hot where his cold tongue touched her. It was almost unbearably erotic.
"Logan...."
"Not now, I'm busy." He traced his popsicle down between her breasts, then licked the trail again.
Charlotte couldn't decide which felt better, the tingling in her stomach or the cold against her skin. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she managed to say in an almost normal voice.
He looked up at her, a slow wicked smile on his face. His half of the Popsicle went on a slick journey in between her breasts, the heat of her skin melting it at an alarming rate. It dripped down to her navel under the short tank she wore.
Backing her up against the freezer, his free hand tugged the shirt off her head, her share of their treat dropping to the floor with it.
She was beyond words as he licked some more at her bare skin, following the sticky trail of sugar down to her stomach. The sensation of his tongue made her want to both giggle at the tickling feeling and groan at the growing desire inside. He traced her nipples with it, one after the other, watching them stiffen with the cold before budding completely in the heat of his mouth.
Char never felt him unfasten her shorts until they were tangled at her feet and the icy pop was sliding even lower.
Logan lifted her unceremoniously onto the freezer. "Don'cha worry, Char. I'll cool ya down," he whispered huskily against her lips. Spreading her legs, he teased the tip of the popsicle intimately over her, breathing in her sudden gasp.
The glistening ice delved deeper until he slid the entire length into her. The contrasting temperatures were nearly more than she could bear, the fire raging low in her body threatening to spill over. Logan urged her back against the cool metal surface, planting tickling kisses on her stomach and thighs while he moved the now rapidly melting Popsicle back and forth slowly, pausing every few strokes to slide it against her clit and watch her body tremble.
Charlotte was nearly mindless with the torture, the cold keeping her poised on the edge of climax. Logan held her there; watching and absorbing her reactions until the icy pop was completely melted.
He tossed the purple-stained stick aside and replaced it with the scalding heat of his mouth and tongue. She convulsed against his mouth as he lapped and sucked at her, tasting her essence through the sweet juice.
Then she was filled with him as he climbed on the freezer and thrust himself into her. A loud moan escaped her. His hands held her steady as he pushed inside the cold to the heat blazing in her. A few dozen strokes and he was lost, arching hard against her with a muted roar before collapsing on her completely.
"I think," Char managed to say a little later, pinned down by a heavy body too sated to move, "I'll add those to the shopping list from now on." She prodded his side to get him up, but he wasn't ready to leave yet.
Logan leaned on his elbows over her, still firmly entrenched. "Can ya get 'em beer flavored, darlin', or should I make m' own?"
Incredible. Now that the chill was gone, so to speak, and she could see the trails of purple on her skin, Logan's weight was becoming uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted next to her skin in a heat wave was something furry.
"Oh, I think that can be arranged," she promised. "Do you think that maybe we could go somewhere a little more comfortable?"
"I'm comfortable right here."
"You're not on the bottom." And this flat, hard metal surface wasn't any easier on the spine than the danger room floor.
"Ya know what would feel good right now," he mused, nuzzling her neck. "A shower. Ya up ta it, darlin'?"
He was certainly up to it, she could feel him growing aroused again. Why fight it?
"Anything you say, babe."
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