Trick and Treat
by
Zerelda X


Logan belongs to Marvel. Charlotte's my headache. For entertainment purposes only. Written with Michele. Which one of us was drinking the daiquiries, hmm?

WARNING! SMUT! EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATION! SMUT! ADULT LANGUAGE! SMUT! PEOPLE HAVING FUN! SMUT!

And in case you still didn't get it, SEX! Please don't continue if this sort of thing offends you.

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Charlotte adjusted the filmy pink scarf over her chest, folding the sheer fabric so her breasts were clearly visible, nipples delineated in the silk. Cross the long swatch of fabric behind her back, she brought it around her hips to tie into a bow. If it had been a solid material, all the important parts would have been covered, but the flimsy stuff merely highlighted her assets.

"What do ya think yer doin?"

She glanced at Logan in the mirror. He sat in a corner watching her with blatant interest. "Getting dressed. It's Halloween, remember? I promised to hand out candy at the door." Shaking her hair out, she double checked her reflection to see if she presented the wanton effect she was looking for. And she did. A flush to her face and chest, softened by the shade of pink she'd chosen, firm breasts made a bit more full by the thrill of what she was doing, the trailing ends of the scarf emphasizing her long and shapely legs.

When she passed by him, he released a set of claws and pinned the tail end of the scarf to the floor. "Nope. Not goin' anywhere."

Char stopped immediately, frowning in an expression any stranger would take for disapproval. "You'll tear it, Logan. Look, I promised to hand out candy. I can't very well do that without a costume, now can I?"

Despite her protest, Logan made no move to release the cloth. "Answer the door in that, an' the cops'll come arrest Chuck for contributin' to the delinquency o' minors."

"Babe, everyone is a minor." She smiled at him playfully. It was a bit of an exaggeration, she knew. Far too many people in this household seemed to have been born forty for her to seriously consider them children, even compared with her own age. Logan just had a thing about ages. He might not have known his actual age, but he took comfort in knowing he was probably older than everyone at the mansion except her. It was practically her duty to tweak him a bit about this. Besides, it was fun.

At that smile, and the twinkle in those golden eyes of hers, he knew she wasn't serious. She was just pulling rank in the only place she really could, knowing it would get a rise out of him. In that ensemble, it damned sure would. He didn't mind. It was a helluva show from where he sat. Patting his leg, he grinned back. "Why don'cha come over here an' get in a little practice 'fore ya spring it on the kiddies?"

Oooo, better and better. He withdrew his claws with their customary racket, freeing her to walk again. She sauntered over to his chair and sat down primly on his knee, her hands folded daintily in her lap. "Just for your information, sweetheart, I have more of these scarves in many colors, so getting rid of this one doesn't mean a whole lot."

Logan grinned as he untied the bow and slipped the silken folds off her shoulders. He made sure to gently trace every fingertip across her skin as he pushed it along her arms toward her wrists. "Depends on what ya do with it, darlin'. With some creative knots, these things can be real damn meaningful."

She resisted the urge to melt right then over the evilness of his smile, her own slowly appearing as she considered what could be done. After all these centuries, she could come up with a pretty earth shattering list of possible games to play. "I suppose you want to be a proper boy scout and show me how you earned your knot-tying merit badge?" she asked seductively.

He easily caught her wrists behind her back and slipped the loop he made of the scarf over them, knotting it loosely enough to allow her movement, yet secure enough she couldn't easily free herself. "Ya know the motto. 'Be Prepared.'" Both hands on her hips, he moved her to straddle him, rubbing her against the ever-increasing bulge in his jeans.

Char could actually feel a small twitch as she wiggled into a more comfortable position on his lap. She caught her breath, then her lip between her teeth. "Trick or treat?"

He grinned again, tracing his fingertips lightly up her spine. "Want me to show ya how I bob for apples?"

God, what exactly did he mean by that? There were so many wicked possibilities in her mind right now. He'd show her, soon enough, as long as she stayed interested in this game. "Oh, trick first, treat later." Pressing her breasts against his chest, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Did I ever tell you my favorite candies are all day suckers?" She bit his lobe, then sucked lightly on it.

A bushy brow arched at her and his crotch twitched again. "Damn, I was hopin' for Blow Pops." The bulge grew a bit more.

She nearly asked him how many licks it took to get to the center of his tootsie pop right then. But then he'd offer to let her find out and this would be over far too quickly. This game was turning her on enormously. "I don't think I've ever had one of those," she said in her best dumb socialite voice. "But Halloween was never really considered an appropriate celebration when I was a child. Perhaps you'll continue my Halloween education. I'm sure there's a lot of information I've missed over the years."

Logan grinned at her, slipping his hands under her legs. "Love to, babe." He picked her up easily and carried her over to the bed, placing her in the nest of pillows. "'Course, it's an all night class, ya know."

"Won't you need a costume?"

His hands toyed with the hollow of her throat. "How 'bout I slip inta yer birthday suit?"

God, she loved it when he was playful. It could make her actually feel young again. "I think I'm currently in my birthday suit, but I don't mind sharing with you."

He settled her in, making sure her bound hands were behind her where the combined weight of their bodies would keep them trapped for now. "Sharin's healthy in a marriage," he told her, running a fingertip lightly between her breasts before moving to unbutton his own shirt. "Makes it stronger, they say. Wanna guess what else they say makes it stronger?" Stripping off his clothes to an appreciative audience, he stretched out beside her and nipped at her neck, running his teeth along the tendons. Her pulse jump in response.

Char moved her head to give him better access, the swirling sensations making her weak. "'One eyed, one horned, flyin' purple people eater...'" she murmured from an old song Bobby had been playing earlier.

His breath sliding across her skin, followed by his lips, he mumbled, "Nope. Jus' a two headed, horny ol' Canadian, darlin'."

She glanced down his body to where his erection prodded her thigh. It was impressive, as always. He might not have been the biggest man in the world to the casual observer, but Char had gotten a bit more than a casual glance at times like this. Even after all these years, and the assortment of companions she'd had, the sight of Logan still made her breath catch in her throat. She moved against him, rubbing him suggestively with her leg, enjoying the shudder that he almost, almost managed to contain. "Drink Canada Dry?" she offered with a breathless chuckle, remembering a sign she'd seen.

Logan moved back to give her a truly wicked grin. "Rather ya try ta suck the Canadian ta sleep," he taunted, shifting over onto her, settling down between her legs. Both hands cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing firmed nipples.

"Is that as much fun as sucking you awake?" she asked, and felt him move against her. His mouth descended to bathe an eager nipple in moist heat, before taking it firmly in his teeth. Bobbing for apples. She could get behind this idea. Halloween could come every damned week if this was the sort of treat she'd get.

"Dunno," he paused in the midst of whisking her breast with his tongue to smile against her skin. "Let's try 'em both an' find out." He could feel her twitch where her crotch was hot and wet against his lower abdomen, rubbing herself against his skin. Marking him with her scent. He didn't think he'd mention that to her just now.

"It was... um... pretty interesting the other morning," Char gasped slightly, shuddering, "even if Scott was mad we were late for practice." She sucked in a breath at a particularly firm tug on her breast. "We could be late again."

Logan groaned, his explosion of breath tickling over her flesh. "Don't mention his name. Not now. Okay?"

Char laughed softly. Scott Summers was certainly one of the least erotic creatures she'd ever met, too. At times, she even wondered how he ever managed to attract a woman as passionate as Jean. Logan was the man's polar opposite, and that was precisely how Char liked it. "Okay. Let's try some other names. Logan. Babe. Wildboy. Lover." Another gasp. "Pick one."

He pinned her to the bed, moving his hands to her shoulders to rise over her and peer into her eyes. "Char," he said, his voice nearly shaking with desire, "shut up. Got better uses for yer voice right now."

"I'm the one tied up," she reminded him. "I'm helpless here."

Planting one elbow next to her body for balance, he reached down with the other hand to slide around her hip. "You ain't helpless. Ever." Never. Not when she could turn him into some horny kid like this.

She met his eyes, serious after all the teasing. "You make me helpless," she whispered against his lips, "and you make me strong. Are we trick or treating, or talking?"

It was the look in her eyes that always lured him in. Not the roundness of her breasts, long legs or curve of her ass. He loved those things, sure, but her eyes sparked it all to lustful, loving action. Those eyes said she found him every bit as exciting as he did her.

"Shut up," he said in a hoarse groan. "Dammit, babe, shut up. Please."

"But I --"

The words cut off when he covered her mouth with his own. He could swear sometimes she kept it up just so he'd forcefully quiet her down. "The only talk I wanna hear out you is moanin', Lady," he told her in a guttural whisper, "an' I wanna hear it loud." Crushing her beneath his weight, he reached down to wrap her thighs around his hips. "Hold me tight, darlin'."

The heat and passion flooded her senses as she obeyed, her legs tightening around him. Charlotte wanted to tell him to slow down, but the words were gone. Making love with Logan was hard, fast and overwhelming. Primitive. It may have started playful, but there was never any slow, fragile way to do it.

"You feel so damned good," his voice groaned in her ear as he drove himself deep inside.

Then her senses exploded. His mouth covered hers again, his possession of her hot, wet and complete. Nothing about this was soft and gentle. She knew absolute freedom in the torrent of pleasure coursing over her, the demanded moans echoing around them. There was nothing more important than the raw passion cascading over her as she dissolved, his thrusts accelerating until he stiffened with a muted roar, pouring himself into her.

Charlotte barely noticed Logan roll to the side, taking her with him to rest against his side. He untied her wrists, rubbing the flesh gently before draping her arm across his chest, his hands stroking every part of her within reach.

It was a long while before one of them spoke.

"There I was, calmly dressing for Halloween," she began when she could breath again. They were both still sweaty, the scarf clinging to their damp skin. She licked the salt from his skin teasingly before tickling his cheek with the loose end.

"Ain't what I'd call dressin', darlin'," he interrupted, trailing his fingertips down her back to playfully pinch her butt.

"... when this sex maniac attacked ..."

"Just 'bout the time ya climbed inta his lap."

"...giving me no chance to run. He just kept coming..."

"He sure did."

Now she laughed, burying her nose in his neck to nip at his ear. He hugged her closer, trying vainly to absorb her through his skin and settling for covering as much of her as possible.

"So this is the fine art of trick or treating, hmm?" she asked.

"Just here, an' just you an' me," he told her with a mock growl.

"I think I can live with that."



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