You rendezvous with Logan after Christmas at the X Mansion to cuddle and talk about the day's events
Word Count: 940
Warnings: Fluff, Smooches
Your bare feet treaded lightly as you descended the stairs, your hands running over the lengthy garland that was wrapped around the railing. Soft yellow lights lit your path like pixies twinkling in the night.
During the daylight hours, the halls were bustling with excited students playing with their toys. The very air buzzed with energy as swarms of little faces passed you.
Those faces… Those smiles… They had become home.
It wasn’t just the familiarity of your surroundings- knowing each room and how to get there. It was the fact that these walls protected the ones you’d come to love. Made them comfortable. Provided security for them. Helped to create a space for them to reach for their full potential.
The evening hours were a stark contrast to the holiday excitement. Quiet. Tranquil.
Most everyone that dwelled and learned there were fast asleep- tired out from the day’s activities, and yet, hopeful and anticipating what the next day would bring.
It was in that quiet time that you had the house to yourself in a way. Of course, there were times when you’d encounter another soul who couldn’t sleep or was simply enjoying the peace just as you were. With the traumas and tragic histories that those who attended the academy tended to have, it wasn’t unheard of. But it seemed tonight, everyone under that roof found themselves enjoying peaceful slumber.
You paused at the bottom of the stairs once you’d made your descent, peering around.
Well, almost everyone. There was one you expected to be awake yet.
You reached one of the common rooms, feeling your heart skip a beat when you saw him sprawled out rather comfortably on the couch as he waited for your approach, his head resting on a throw pillow as he gazed at the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree.
Logan’s exceptional hearing alerted him of your presence and he turned, eyebrows raised, to greet you.
“Hi,” you whispered, crossing the room as quickly as you could without your footsteps making noise. He lifted his arms invitingly, allowing you to drape yourself against his side on the couch.
“Hey,” he murmured against your hair. “What took you so long?”
“It was five minutes,” you countered playfully.
“Yeah, well, it felt like five years.” His arms encircled you, giving you a squeeze that pressed you tighter against him. You shut your eyes and drank in the steady thump-thump of Logan’s heart and the way his chest rose and fell with each deep, tired breath he took. That and his scent- a sort of teakwood mingled with notes of a warm musk- was a deadly combination that might have you falling asleep within the next ten or so minutes. Especially after the busy last few days you’d had.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, noticing how quiet you were.
“Do you think the kids had a good Christmas?” you asked. So much had gone into preparation. You’d been so busy with wrapping gifts, making preparations for the holiday meals, and organizing activities for the students that the quiet was almost unsettling. While you’d been so thrilled with your work, your mind now seemed keen on reflecting on your efforts and nitpicking every little detail that you previously hadn’t had an opportunity to address.
“You kiddin’ me?” Logan asked in disbelief. “Everyone had a blast. Students and staff included.”
“Really?” You shifted to glance up at him. His brows furrowed in confusion as he tilted his head down.
“Yeah. Why would you think otherwise?”
“Nothing major. I just noticed some of the gift wrapping wasn’t the best. The potatoes at dinner were kind of dry…” You counted the items on your fingers as you listed them aloud. Logan took hold of your hand before you could count any more, entwining his fingers with yours.
“Woah, woah, there.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring in that low voice of his, “I must’ve seen hundreds of smiles today. Too many to count. You were a big part of making that happen.”
Your heart fluttered, and he continued.
“Now, some of these things you’re talking about, I don’t think that’s the case. At least, I didn’t notice. The potatoes were good. All the gifts were wrapped with care. Not to mention shredded open before anyone could hold them under a magnifying glass and check.”
That made you chuckle, and Logan moved to kiss your cheek. “You’re right.” Breathing a sigh of relief, you let go of the doubts that had attempted to plague you in the aftermath of your victory. “Thank you, Logan.”
He gazed down at you again, his dark eyes set aglow by the soft lights. “You did good. Let yourself enjoy it.”
You leaned up to press your lips against his, and Logan in turn cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss. What tension had begun to set in your muscles melted away, and you relaxed fully in his arms. Letting your head rest against his flannel shirt, you huffed in amusement.
“I’m in danger now,” you whispered.
“Hm?”
“With nothing to worry about, I am inclined to fall asleep.”
“Then sleep.” His hand began to rub up and down your back soothingly, tempting you further. “Winter break is still on tomorrow.”
Classes wouldn’t start up again until after New Year’s day, so you’d have time to recuperate.
You sighed deeply at the realization, letting your eyes flutter closed. “Alright, then. I’m convinced.” Craning your neck to sneak in one last kiss on his lips, you whispered, “merry Christmas.”
There was definitely a smile in his voice when he murmured back, “merry Christmas.”
You can't help but notice Logan is always looking out for you, and you wonder if it's because he thinks you're incapable. Little did you know there's another reason entirely.
Word Count: 2,236
Warnings: Typical X-Men Violence, Blood
Link to Part 1
Hands gripping the back of the jet seats, you exhaled loudly in a near grunt.
This was always the worst part. Waiting. Just standing there and waiting for something terrible to happen so that you could do something about it.
It’s not like you weren’t trained in combat. You could handle yourself, at least. But the fact of the matter was that your particular abilities weren’t geared for offensive attacks like the rest. As Professor Xavier told you, you gave the team quite the strategic advantage when utilized at the right moment.
In other words, it would be no good to the others if you were the one who was injured.
Fair enough.
But the waiting…
When the static came through in your earpiece, you straightened up. Hopefully, it would be news of a successful mission and that the team was on their way back to the ship.
You weren’t so lucky this time.
“I’ve been injured,” Storm’s voice spoke weakly.
“Storm, are you alright?” you asked. No response.
The realization tore through you like a jolt of lightning. “I’m on my way.” Heart pounding, you exited the jet and checked that the coast was clear. When you reached the site, it took you a moment to evaluate the situation. Fists were locked in combat. It was mutant powers galore. Metal frames were flying. You jumped when someone let a construction crane drop, causing the ground beneath you to quake.
A glimpse of white caught your attention. You backtracked in your initial scan of the scene to see Storm lying beside a chunk of busted concrete. Her head was angled awkwardly with her face turned away from you.
Your muscles coiled as you prepared to dart into the fray of things.
Scott’s voice suddenly came through. “You need to wait.” He was in the midst of the fight, gloved fingers resting on the side of his visor, ready to activate it. “Things are too chaotic at the moment. You’re at risk.”
“It looks bad,” you replied immediately. “I need to help her now.” You sprung into action, dodging a worn, yellow hunk of what looked to be plating from another construction vehicle that was launched at you. There was no time to trace the path of that shattered piece and see where it came from.
But what you did happen to see in your race to Storm’s aid was a tall form standing slightly hunched in an attack stance, muscular arms tensed, with metallic claws out and glinting in the construction lights. Logan’s dark eyes were glaring furiously past you at presumably whoever had chucked that object in your direction, the bridge of his nose crinkling in a snarl. His chest rose and fell heavily with a growl.
It was a sight that lasted only a mere second as you ran past. Storm had your full attention as you knelt down beside her unconscious form. You removed your gloves and carefully turned her head to face you, revealing a gash of glistening red.
“Storm?” you murmured. No response.
You gently rested a hand on either side of her head, closing your eyes and concentrating on your abilities. A familiar ache started in the tips of your fingers and moved up your arms. Then came a splitting headache.
Oh, her injuries were bad.
The pain in your head made you groan aloud, but it was beyond worth it to see the gash had disappeared from hers, leaving only a streak of blood behind in her halo white hair. There was no way of knowing exactly when the symptoms would fade. In the meantime, you were a sitting duck in the middle of the battlefield with your limbs weak and head in agony.
A gloved hand grasped your arm comfortingly, and you opened your eyes once more to see Storm with concern in her deep gaze. She helped you to your feet, her eyes flickering to the nearest safe place for you to hang tight while you recovered. You stumbled over to the edge of the site, hand grasping desperately at a metal frame to hold onto.
Logan was engaged in heated hand-to-hand with another opponent. Everything around him appeared a mere blur in your eyes, with the heavy duty lights casting a dusty haze over the site-turned-battlefield. Other figures of your teammates moved, but all you saw was Logan taking another swipe at his foe.
You must have not been in your right mind due to the recovery because all you could think about was him. Your eyes traveled the length of his strong arms instead of scanning for any encroaching danger to your hiding spot. It took you back to one of your last missions, when he put his arm around you, forcing you to the ground with him, to ensure you avoided a blast heading your way.
The sound of his close breathing. The rise and fall of his chest against your back. The immediate question spoken in a deep, gentle voice, “you okay?” right next to your ear. Not to mention the effortless way he set you back on your feet.
You steadied yourself, relieved that you were gaining your bearings. It was much easier to focus on the here and now with your mind cleared of the reverie. The enemy was in retreat, and the battle turned into a scramble to snatch up just one of them so they could be interrogated for information on their leader’s HQ.
There was one dragging himself along the ground, bleeding heavily from his left leg.
It was hard not to pity him, especially when you saw one of his teammates just up and leave him without remorse. He was coughing and sputtering, spraying the ground with blood droplets.
“He’s too wounded to speak now,” Jean announced, kneeling beside him. “He needs immediate care.”
“Let me,” you breathed, doing your very best to walk over without a stumble.
Logan immediately stepped in front of you, his large hand coming up to take hold of your outstretched one before it could make contact, resting his other hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you. It didn’t take much. You were still rather weak.
“Absolutely not.”
As much as your body wanted to cave to his touch, your mind addled from pain, you were determined as ever. And his tone left much to be desired.
“Oh, excuse me, Dad,” you snipped, meeting his gaze to show you were still no less serious. “This is why I’m here.”
“You’re here to help the X-Men,” he pointed out, staring deeply into your eyes insistently.
“I am helping the X-Men…by helping him. We won’t get anywhere with leads if he succumbs to his wounds on the way back.”
“This is the guy who just tried to off you about ten minutes ago.”
When you weren’t deterred by his addition, Logan scoffed, his hand remaining on your shoulder. Storm stepped in to offer up a less antagonistic word of caution to you.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “You still appear drained.”
Your tone matched hers, losing its edge because of her more amiable demeanor as opposed to the grouchy Wolverine’s. “Yes, I’m fine. I am back to normal already. Let me do this for the team. Please, I can’t stand watching him suffer anymore.”
All eyes were on Logan.
He released you, holding his hands up in a begrudging surrender to your wishes. You weren’t back to normal. Not really. Everyone knew it. Of course you still felt like you’d been hit by a garbage truck when you let your hand fall to the man’s neck to make contact. The ache in your limbs turned to fire, and your head was pounding again.
Ugh, it sucked. 0/10, not a good time.
You stumbled back, falling right down on your bottom in the dirt, and clutched your head.
At some point, you must’ve blacked out because you awoke aboard the X-Jet, strapped into your seat. All was quiet, save for the hum as it travelled at high speeds. Through the haze of waking from a short rest, the events already felt distant, like a dream. Unreal.
The lingering effects of your abilities had ceased, fortunately. Each breath you took was free from the splitting pain.
“Oh, look who’s up,” Logan grumbled.
“What happened?”
If looks could kill. “What do you think?”
“Okay, okay. Too much at once. I’ll try to avoid that next time,” you said, heaving a sigh. Trying to act nonchalant, you stretched a bit in your seat. “Are we almost back to the Mansion?”
“We’ve just arrived,” Cyclops replied, flipping a few switches that presumably activated the landing sequence. “When we get in, you’re going straight to the medical wing.”
“Yes, Sir.” You gave a little salute.
Logan practically escorted you the entire way, and for good measure he waited around while you got checked out. Fortunately, everything seemed to be fine at that point. As soon as you were deemed fit to leave the medical wing, Logan visibly relaxed.
It hadn’t escaped you that he only got that way when it came to your safety. Generally, he was a rather easy-going guy. Ask anyone on the team, and they’d agree that he wasn’t one to get involved in anyone’s business or make demands. He was very much a live and let live man when it came to others… Except when someone was at risk. And as of late, it seemed you were the focal point of his concerns in particular.
Naturally, you explored a series of reasons why that could be. One idea that stood out to you especially was that perhaps Wolverine’s incessant need to defend you on the battlefield stemmed from the way your abilities worked. Perhaps this made you seem quite vulnerable to him as someone fighting alongside a team of very powerful individuals that utilized their abilities during combat, rather than in the aftermath.
It hardly seemed fair. Your abilities may differ from the others, but you were quite capable of looking after yourself when it came to a fight. You knew your limits. You trained well with the rest of the team. His level of concern just didn’t seem to add up. It was a bit insulting.
“I’m not sure what I’ve done to warrant a babysitter,” you commented finally as the two of you departed from the medical wing. You walked side-by-side at a rather hurried pace. “I have only ever done my part. And I’ve done it well, if I do say so myself.”
“A little too well,” he grumbled, glancing in the other direction.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m confused. Do you, or do you not, think I can handle myself on missions?”
“I know you can handle missions,” he snapped, then took a breath and lowered his voice, finally halting to turn and meet your gaze sincerely. “I know that. That’s not the issue here.”
You realized that you must have subconsciously taken a step closer because suddenly you were captivated by his dark eyes and trying very hard not to let your gaze flicker to his lips. “Then why do you act like I can’t?”
“Can’t you just accept that I care about ya’?”
That and the fact that he was now inches away from your face was enough to short-circuit your brain. You were frozen in place, unable to form a coherent thought other than how you were lost in space, and the only thing grounding you was the texture of his hair, the way his brows furrowed beautifully over his eyes, and his lips which were still parted after his confession.
“Hey, I- oh.” Scott had just turned the corner and found you, clearing his throat. “I was just on my way to check on you.”
Logan looked the other way, and you took a few steps to put some distance between the two of you.
“I’m alright. I was cleared to head out,” you told him.
“Good. I’m glad.” He gave a slow nod. “I hate to do this, but our lead says he won’t talk unless you’re there. It seems he trusts you after you helped him. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind…”
“No, I don’t mind,” you replied, though the prospect of being present for the questioning was puzzling. Was it truly just a matter of trust? Or did the lead have something more sinister in mind? Security levels made the situation beyond safe. You knew that. But still, you couldn’t shake the uneasiness that suddenly gripped you.
Glancing back at Logan, you said softly, “this discussion will have to wait.”
“I guess so,” he agreed. As you started to follow Scott down the hall, Logan called your name. You looked over your shoulder to see him giving you a knowing look, as if he had read your mind. “Mind if I come along?”
You nodded. “Sure. Scott?”
“We could use you if there’s a need for a “bad 'cop' during the interview,” Scott added. “It would probably be best if you’re there. Just in case.”
You breathed a quiet sigh of relief that only you and apparently Logan heard. He walked by your side, though neither of you uttered a word about it. Ten minutes ago you might’ve rolled your eyes at the idea of him accompanying you to this interview… But now, you were beyond glad he was.
Logan is angry with you for taking a hit in battle that was meant for him
Word Count: 839
Warnings: vague reference to injury
Link to Part 2
“Hey! Kid. What was that about?” he demanded. “Did’ya hear me? I said, what was that about?” His expression was nothing short of utterly ticked off- which was pretty par for the course for Logan.
You simply stared straight ahead, pursing your lips. If you could cross your arms in your current state, you would. It just so happened that your injury was still too sore even with the pain meds Jean had given you.
He scoffed at your defiant silence and shifted his weight to the other foot, hip jutting out in a casual stance as he ran a hand down his face in exasperation. Even so, as irate as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to raise his voice. Not when you looked so, well, fragile as you sat there in the medical wing bed.
If it had been him taking the hit, the wounds would have been gone for hours already by now. Instead, you would be spending the next few days recovering here at the minimum.
It just didn’t add up.
“Were you trying to be some hero?” He started pacing toward the other side of the wing, glancing out the window. You were never quite sure why he did that from time to time, but you guessed that he was checking the surroundings for danger out of habit. “Do I need to remind you that I heal instantly, and you don’t?”
“It’s just-” you started to snap, but stopped yourself, shaking your head.
“It’s just what?” he questioned impatiently.
You whipped your head around to meet his gaze furiously. “I don’t see you that way! You’re not a punching bag! Just because you can heal, it’s not your job to take all of the pain all the time!”
Logan took a few steps closer, blood pressure lowering as he processed what you were telling him. Your gaze lowered to study your folded hands as the silence stretched on.
His voice quieted in a familiar, almost gentle, husky tone. “It’s not your job to take everyone else’s pain all the time.”
It made your heart nearly melt into putty inside your chest. He never failed to have that effect on you each and every day in the halls of Xavier’s School.
Your own voice lowered to a whisper. “I know. But when you have an ability like mine…it becomes hard to watch people get hurt. Especially the ones you care about.” You shook your head. “I can absorb the pain and hurt of everyone else, Logan. But not yours. For once, I just… I wanted to.”
He was a man who could recover from the worst of injuries within minutes. You were a woman who could absorb the damage from others at a cost to your own health. His own ability worked too fast for yours to be effective on him. And since you were to absorb from others, there was no way for you to heal yourself…Well, not one that you were willing to take, anyway.
The bed dipped as Logan took a seat at the edge, his back to you.
“I’d be over it by now, you know,” he said. “I hate seein’ you in here for the others as it is. You don’t need to add me to the list.”
“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, biting back a wince. “Too bad.”
“Look,” he released a sigh, turning to meet your gaze again. You found yourself absolutely captivated by his brown eyes as they bore into yours. “Next time, just let me handle it. I’d take a few seconds of that over watching you sit in here for days, or worse. Got me?”
You hesitated, and he lifted a brow, tilting his head.
Finally, you nodded in defeat. “Okay.” It wasn’t a bargain you wanted to strike, but how could you argue? “Still, it would make it easier on me if you didn’t get yourself hurt as much.”
At that, he gave a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, sure.”
“Oh, and while you’re here…” You bit your lip, looking down. “Um, would it be too much to ask you to cover my classes for me today?”
He rolled his eyes. “Professor already asked me.”
You smiled warmly at his and Xavier’s thoughtfulness. “I see. Thank you.”
“Just focus on gettin’ out of here.”
Logan gave your shoulder a pat, extra careful not to disturb your injury, and stood up. He strutted out of the med wing and paused to give you one more warning look- a final reminder to get well. You nodded, holding back a smile.
A little while later, Storm visited to see how you were doing. She brought some things from your room to occupy yourself with as you recovered. You thanked her profusely and happily grabbed the first book, which was one you were already halfway through, and resumed reading.
Still, your mind kept wandering back to your interaction with Logan. Sometimes, you wished you could just tell him how you felt… But you weren’t ready to take that risk.
(X-Men) Being a Professor at Xavier's Academy and Dating Logan Howlett:
Catching glimpses of each other in the halls throughout the day
Logan sees you leading a class of little ones, and immediately his whole face softens.
Sometimes you get a wink and smirk
You coordinated the breaks in your classes so you could have lunch together. If the weather's nice, you sit outside. Otherwise, an empty classroom suffices. Logan likes having little moments of alone time with you.
Covering each other's classes when the other has to go on a mission.
Volunteering to help with training simulations together. He loves seeing you in action, and of course vice versa.
Logan is very protective of you, on and off the battlefield. He fiercely defends you in dangerous situations, and it becomes a softer version around the halls of the academy.
His hand rests on the small of your back when maneuvering through the halls.
Students better hope Logan doesn't catch them giving you a hard time! He will play the role of grumpy dad to make sure they are listening to you and paying attention.
Not that you aren't already very well-respected in general, but he makes sure to take every opportunity to remind students that they should listen and you have a lot of wisdom to offer.
Being that it's a boarding school, sometimes you are a caretaker "off hours". Logan's heart melts every time he sees you comforting a young student, or just spending time with them, giving them love and attention they seek.
He loves that you care. He loves that you love.
He doesn't advertise it, but he falls into that role in his own way. It's subtle. He gives advice to students if they ask, intervenes when he sees any in distress, and all around shows he cares- though it's more on the down low.
He loves to pretend he doesn't care or get attached to students. But anyone who knows him knows better. He's quite paternal.
“You didn’t have to touch me like that.” I was arguing for the sake of arguing, I knew that. Logan had been nothing but a gentleman as he agreed to be my fake date at this wedding, and I think it was precisely that which had been screwing up with my mental capacities.
I wasn’t used to nice, clean-shaved Logan. A nice Logan who called me beautiful and held my hand in front of my family? Out of consideration. But it was only when he touched my lower back to help guide me back to my seat that I actually lost it.
My dress had an open back, and feeling his rough hand against the sensitive skin, my brain was short-circuiting. It didn’t help that upon seeing him ready for the wedding, my panties had become ruined because Logan in a suit was definitely newsworthy.
“What’s the matter with you?” He argued back because of course, he did. “I’m doing you a favor and all you can do is complain about how I’m touching you?” He turned to look at me, his big brown eyes all serious. “Don’t you want this to be believable?”
How could I tell him that I didn’t want it to be believable at all - I wanted it to be real? How could I say that every touch he granted me was a reminder that I’d started to catch feelings for my instructor, and I couldn’t very well act on them, if not for the difference in our positions in Professor X’s Academy, at least because of the age gap between us?
“Yes,” I whispered, lowering my head so he wouldn’t see the truth in my eyes. “I do.”
The one where Logan is the most feared pirate in all of the seven seas
Warnings: smut, pirate!au, age gap, angst, thought of deception, talk of “virginity”, fake sexual slavery transaction (implied), spanking as punishment (not previously discussed), implied dacryphilia, oral (f), rimming, alcohol, p in v, orgasm control
Was it luck or a curse that led me to be rescued by his hands?
That was the question that inhabited my every thought ever since that fateful evening, when his ship took over mine with the ease of a knife running through melted butter.
I’d heard about him and his ways before. I knew should our paths ever cross, there would be no other fortune for me, no other path other than to watch his will set its course, destroying whatever he wanted to cease existing.
I just always imagined I would be one of those things.
“How are you feeling this morning, princess?” The mockery from the pet name wasn’t lost to me at all, but it still made me flush all the same. I had climbed out of the room that he’d assigned to me the first night on the boat, which coincidently was the same as his.
What I hadn’t anticipated was for him to sleep on the couch while he left his bed to me. That was against everything I’ve ever thought about him, every little piece of information I’d been fed about the man, his crew or how they worked.
Should I be spared, I thought, I would be nothing but a whore to appease his hunger. And yet, the beast had given me no signs of life. I hadn’t found its claw marks or seen its teeth, just heard its peaceful snores when it laid to rest at night.
I was confused, to say the least. But I couldn’t just very well tell him that.
… well, could I? My very essence was begging me to give the man a chance, try to see him with my own two eyes, and not the thousand shadows I’d been told to look out for.
It was hard to ignore a lifetime of stories, though. The Wolverine - Captain Logan, as he was called by his peers - was more than twice my age, and had been gaining his life in the waters for just as long.
I’d grown up with the tales of his atrocities. They were told to scare rambunctious young boys who misbehaved, and to say that I was able to simply forget them would be a lie.
And still, every time he looked my way and caught me staring, that knowing smirk taking over his face as he asked me how I was doing, I knew - I just knew - there had got to be some sort of catch.
Either the stories were wrong, or he was hiding something - with what purpose, I hadn’t managed to figure out yet. I didn’t even know why he was so adamant on keeping me around.
All I knew was that he spent most of his day ignoring me, and whenever he did address me, he was nothing short of polite - sometimes even nice.
“There’s breakfast waiting for you over there.” He nodded towards a barrel, where I could make out a little packet of fabric and a bottle of something. It didn’t take me long to find out that breakfast consisted of rock hard cheese and crackers, and I was supposed to wash it all down with wine.
“Jesus…” I grumbled at the taste of the alcohol, unused to beverages as strong as this one, much less this early in the morning. By my side, I could hear someone chuckling - Scott, most likely.
“Good little girl like you, never drank wine like that, huh?” My face burned from the comment, more from the nickname than the embarrassment of not being familiar with this sort of drink, but before I could find it in me to say something about it, Captain Logan’s voice resonated across the boat, reaching us easily.
“If you’re having the time to bother the lady, it’s because you don’t have enough to work on, Scott. Should I send you to toilet duty?” The man paled before my eyes, quickly disappearing to the other side of the ship as I laughed freely at the fear I caught in his eyes.
When I turned around to look at the Captain again, he was much closer than I had anticipated. “I know it’s not much.” He nodded to the food, reminding me I should take another bite of it. “But we should be docking in a few hours. It’ll give me the opportunity to get you some fresh fruit - that should last a couple of days, at least.”
A few different thoughts ran through my head as I gulped the dry bread with the wine that was left to me. The first being that it was actually sweet of the Captain to worry about what food he was offering. As my captor, I didn’t expect him to feel bad about giving me the same he had to eat - and I knew this was what everyone ate around here.
Logan wasn’t the type of man to differentiate what he had from what his crew was offered - with the exception, of course, of his own living quarters.
But my other realization wasn’t as sweet and it definitely didn’t paint him in such a great light. His comment denounced the fact that whatever it was that he intended for me, it didn’t end with our next stop.
I would still be a prisoner on this boat - for God knows how long.
The conflict of emotions robbed me of any response. I averted my gaze and fixed it on the food, taking small bites of the bread and cheese before sipping on the wine that was left. From my peripheral vision, I noticed his body leave after a while and sighed in relief.
He made me nervous, but that much was understandable. He had plans for me and until I figured out what they included, I wouldn’t be able to feel at ease around him.
A few hours later, we were by a tropical island and I welcomed the sounds of civilization with an excited and eager heart. I knew there was little to no hope of me finding rescue here - if they were comfortable enough docking in this populated place it could only be one of the pirates havens I’d heard about back in safe land, where those who terrorized the seas kept their families safe from the navy and others who might wish them harm. They were difficult to find and so stories grew about how terrifying and dirty they must be, but now that I was here, I could see there was little truth to those stories.
The animated sound of drums could be heard from the distance. It seemed to get quicker the closer we got and when the shapes became more distinct, I saw a large group of people awaiting our approach, waving and clapping as the boat neared the shore.
“Look, Nathaniel.” I heard Logan’s voice behind me. “Your son was born.” I followed his line of sight to see a beautiful brunette woman, holding a child that couldn’t be more than four months old. She raised his tiny fist in the direction of the boat, waving it from side to side as if teaching him to say hello.
My heart warmed at the sight, and it warmed even more when I witnessed the Captain pat his man’s back as said man wiped away a tear or two.
“Time to get reacquainted to your wife.”
I don’t know what I expected to happen to me once the ship docked. I’d grown tired of trying to guess it, so I just assumed either the Captain would keep me locked in his private quarters or he’d take me with him.
I was still pleasantly surprised when he chose the former option, and even more surprised by finding that the place he had taken me to was his own house.
“Logan!” An old man greeted us when the captain opened the door to a small cabin, far smaller than anything I expected from someone who was known to steal so much gold. “You’re home. And you brought a friend with you.”
I didn’t know what to say. Should I tell his father I was more of a captive?
The sight of my captor’s almost smile stopped me, his gaze fixed on something behind the old man.
It was a little girl, and she seemed almost scared of us.
“Look, Laura,” he addressed her, nodding towards me as he took off his hat. “I brought a real-life princess for you to meet.” There was a lot to counter his words, but I was too taken back to remind him that I was in no way a royal and the smile the little girl opened up stopped me from feeling offended about his comment.
I wouldn’t mind being treated like a toy he had stolen to amuse someone if that someone was as sweet as Laura.
In the days that we spent in the island, I barely saw the captain, but I felt like I learned much more about him than I had in the month we had spent in the water.
First, I learned that the man who greeted us when we arrived, the man who took care of Laura while Logan was away, wasn’t actually his father. But he might as well be, with the scolding glances he sent the younger man’s way every time the captain did something he disapproved of.
The dinner where I let escape how it was that I ended up at the Wolverine’s boat almost ended with Charles sending the most feared pirate in all of the seven sea’s back to his room without eating. I wasn’t so sure Logan would go without a fight, but he seemed to respect the old man - in his own way.
Then, I learned about his relationship with the girl. She wasn’t actually his blood daughter - at least, they didn’t know it for sure. All they knew was that one morning, they woke up to find the little baby in a basket, left in front of their house.
“We took her in without thinking twice about it,” Charles confessed to me over steaming mugs of coffee, one morning while Laura played at a distance. “We assumed that some girl concluded being raised by the Wolverine would be the best option for their child. But to be honest, I see too much of Logan in her not to think she’s most likely the fruit of one of his nights of passion.”
I tried not to show how affected the thought of the captain quenching his thirst with a random woman made me. It wasn’t jealousy that it sparked, of course. I had no authority over the man to feel that way.
It was more along the lines of… interest? Obviously, I didn’t know what he was doing now that we were in this island and he spent most of the day (and the better part of the evening) out, but I found myself disappointed at the prospect of him looking for his relief in someone else, as absurd as it was.
Apart from kidnapping me and keeping me close, he had never shown me any particular interest. Certainly, not in the sexual sense, so I had no idea where that disappointment came from.
Perhaps I was more attracted to him that I allowed myself to believe.
My days on the island were spent with Laura, for the most part. Albeit quiet in the beginning, she was actually loud and opinionated once she warmed up to me.
She reminded me a lot of her father.
“Open wide, Laura,” I fed her lunch one day, even though she was probably too old for this. It was how I got her to actually sit still and eat, and so she munched happily while I waited to feed her another bite.
“Hello.” I looked over my shoulder, body instinctively straightening up upon hearing Logan’s voice. “May I join you?” He pointed towards the table, and I shyly nodded, wiping my hands on the simple cotton dress Charles had somehow found for me to wear.
It was silent for a while. Just the sounds of Laura eating, her curious little eyes darting from her father to me and back to Logan again, interrupted by the scratching of the fork against the plate I was feeding her from.
At long last, the meal was finished and she was out of the table in a rush, excited to go play like I told her she could do once she was finished.
“Are you busy?” Logan’s voice sounded almost soft when he asked me, interrupting my observation of his daughter’s running to look him in the eyes. I wanted to chuckle and ask him what could possibly occupy me in this place that I didn’t know, but instead, I just shook my head, waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Walk with me?”
We ventured out into the woods at the back of his house, where the rest of the village could be seen from a distance. Since his place stood in the tallest point of the island, it made sense that he was seen as some sort of guardian or protector to his people.
“How are you finding the island?” He asked, hands behind his back as he kept his stare straight ahead, but I knew better. I knew he was analyzing me, if not for the incredibly cunning man he was, at least because his gaze set heavy on me, even if it was from the corner of his eyes.
“I’m enjoying my time here,” I admitted. “It’s warm. The people are nice.” He hummed in response, and we kept walking in relative silence until I interrupted it with my curiosity, “Are you going to leave me here?” I asked, finally chancing a glance up at him. “Taking care of Laura?”
I realized what his answer would be before he voiced it, in the way he stopped walking and turned to stare at me with the shadow of a smile on his face.
“No,” he revealed, sounding amused by my question. “I didn’t take you from that ship for you to become some sort of nanny to my kid.” I tried to ignore how hearing him refer to Laura as ‘his kid’ set free a thousand little butterflies in my belly.
I had something more pressing to focus on.
“Why did you take me then?” I pressed, only to be answered with a mysterious smirk as he turned back towards the house.
“C’mon,” he called. “Charles must have tea ready by now.”
Another two days found us back in the ship, and a week later, close to another island - only this time, we couldn’t dock our ship there. “We’re going in,” Logan informed me once night had fallen, gaze fixated on the thousand little lights that sparkled from a distance. “You stay here, it’s going to be too dangerous.”
They left in a small boat and I was left to worry about their destinies and my own if they were to never come back. What would become of me? Should I jump on the waters and risk my own fate?
Thankfully, the hours passed by and they arrived when the night became darkest - and coldest. It was so cold in fact that I had wrapped myself in a few blankets and sat on a barrel while I waited for them, and then proceeded to fall asleep on the process.
“What happened?” I woke up with a startle, confused by the excited whispers and the sound of movement as everyone set out to put the ship in motion around me.
“We’ve made it back with what we wanted to get,” Scott informed, a toothy grin on his face. “Now we have to leave before they realize we were even there at all.”
Still sleepy, I rubbed my eyes and nodded, the information taking its sweet time to make sense to me. But then I instinctively searched for that familiar, tall figure and when I couldn’t locate it, the panic became evident in my face.
“He’s in his room,” Scott smiled, already knowing what it was about and so I took off in that direction, as his room was the one we shared. I didn’t think to knock for that precise reason, but I realized my error the second I burst through the door to find him half-naked, sat on the bed where I usually slept.
“Oh,” I exclaimed, embarrassed but for some reason, unable to tear my eyes from the expanse of his back. “I’m sorry.” My voice was small as I apologized and remained right there. He looked over his shoulder at me and chuckled before returning his attention to something in his hands.
“You really should learn how to knock.” I knew he was teasing me, but I couldn’t help but notice the roughness in his already rough voice. He sounded different, and that’s when I realized he was bandaging himself.
“You’re hurt,” I said it, but he didn’t bother to confirm. I stood by the door for a couple more seconds fighting with my heart and my reason, until one of them won and I locked it behind me. “Let me help.”
I knelt in front of him, taking the bandage from his hand and gently pushing him back so I could see the wound better. It was dirty but it didn’t seem to be too deep.
Wetting a cloth I found nearby in one of the bowls we kept at the corner of the room, I gently dabbed the fabric on his skin, trying to clean him as best as I could.
He didn’t hiss. He didn’t even move, and when I looked up after I was done taking care of it, it was to find him staring at me with something I didn’t understand in his deep brown eyes.
“I don’t think you understand just how needy you are…” He whispered, huge palm suddenly enveloping the side of my face so he could stroke my cheek with his thumb.
The way he looked at me sparked a new sentiment inside my belly, warming me up despite the cold of the evening. “But I do,” he proceeded, voice still low for we were so close, there was no need to speak at a regular volume at all.
“It’s only a matter of time until you break,” he informed me, “and I’ll be right here when when that happens.”
When he left me to get ready for the night, it became clear that although I still didn’t understand why he wanted me, I now knew that he did - and what he wanted me for.
My theory was tested some two weeks later, when we docked on yet another island, only this one seemed completely inhabited. “You’re coming with me this time,” he said it like it was no big deal, not even looking at me as he took in the landscape we’d be exploring in a few hours. “Better get ready.”
I didn’t even know what I was supposed to get ready for, but I tried to calm my nerves, telling myself repeatedly that the Wolverine had yet to do anything to put my life at risk. It made no sense he would start it now.
And so I followed Logan to the island, and from there his men separated from us. Most took a trail by East while the Captain directed me towards some caves further West, not too far from where we had docked.
I had a million questions I wanted to ask him, not all of them related to what we were doing at that moment, but I couldn’t find it in myself to voice them. It was clear he was on a rush too, with the way he didn’t slow down his footsteps to walk by my side, so I just struggled to keep up with his speed as we shortened the distance until we were about to get into the cave.
“I need you to promise me you’ll be completely quiet, and that you’ll do whatever I tell you to do.” It was the first time he had spoken to me after we left the ship, and all I could do was nod, accepting the hand he had offered me as he lit up the lantern he had taken with him so we could see our path into the cavern.
Once inside, it was mostly silent, with the eventual sound of water running, although I couldn’t see where it was coming from. I knew it was there, though - the air was humid, while still remaining scorching hot.
We walked for what could have been hours or minutes. I didn’t know and like I’d promised, I didn’t ask. Finally, we seemed to approach the center of the cave, and much to my surprise, there was bright light coming from there, forcing me to readjust my gaze.
“The great Wolverine.” There were at least three guys, all of them heavily armed, none of them innocent looking. In fact, they were almost as threatening as Logan, especially now that I knew how caring the Captain could be. “We thought you wouldn’t come.”
Logan shrugged, but kept me in front of his body, back pressed to his chest. “I said I’d be here. Here I am.” The men nodded, eyes settled on me. I watched one of them lick his lips, sending a shiver of fear down my spine.
“And you brought the agreed wager.” It took me a while to process that said wager was me. It only made sense when I saw one of the guys lick his lips at the sight of me, his eyes drinking me in.
“Yes,” Logan confirmed it, and it was like a sword driven straight through my heart. “You asked for virgin blood, here it is.” I didn’t have the opportunity to wonder how he knew. I supposed to him, it must have been obvious, from the time he had spent with me.
“This is why you wanted me…” The realization fell from my lips in a whisper, but it was still louder than he wanted me to be. His hand covered my lips as I suffocated on a sob that threatened to escape me.
Why did it hurt so much?
“Quiet,” he ordered, pressing me tighter against his front. I felt him, hard and long against my back. I felt him, and it made me feel warm. It made me clench around nothing, an unfamiliar reaction that only had me more confused and frustrated.
So gathering all of the strength and courage I had left in me, I shoved myself away from him and took off running. “What are you doing?” I heard him roar just as the men I was trying to leave behind surged in my direction.
“Fuck.” That’s the last word I head from him before his men took over the cave, slipping from crevices I hadn’t noticed before, easily surrounding the three strangers who had been out for my blood. “Kill them,’ he ordered, and I didn’t bother looking back when I knew he was close enough to reach for me even before his hand pulled me by the back of my dress and he very easily threw me over his shoulder.
The time it took for him to retrace the path we had taken into the cave was enough for me to realize what his plan had been all along - and I was the one who ruined it. Had I just remained quiet, his crew would have been able to overpower the creeps back there quickly after Logan had obtained whatever it was that he had wanted from the men who were most likely already dead by now.
His silence as we met everyone by the shore and got back to the ship was telling. I didn’t need to notice his clenched jaw to know it, and I knew I was wrong. I knew it. But the treacherous root of doubt had already planted itself in my mind, and now there was no way to kill it other than to confront it straight on.
I ran towards my sleeping quarters the second we laid foot on the ship again, but I wasn’t quick enough to escape him. Where even could I go?
“Why do you want me?” I yelled once his familiar threatening frame slipped through the door. “Why are you keeping me here?”
Logan took off his coat with a nerve-wrecking calmness, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt before assuming a seat by the foot of the bed.
“Come here,” he ordered, voice cold and detached, but when I took too long to follow his command, he barked, “Now!” The second I was close enough for him to touch, he pulled me with enough force to have me tripping over his feet, but he was right there to catch me, gripping my tumbling figure to manhandle me into leaning over one of his legs.
“You asked for this,” he growled as he pulled the skirt of my dress until it reached my head, exposing my ass to him. I barely had the time to protest before his hand was on it, spanking it so hard it startled me, making me jolt.
But Logan wouldn’t let me get away. He held me right there, laying spank after spank on my sore skin while I could hear his men outside, going about their activities as if nothing was wrong in the world.
“I told you to follow my orders,” he continued, voice gruff as if this pained him more than me. “You told me you’d follow my orders.”
By now, I was full on sobbing, the anxiety of the day, the confusion over what was happening way too much for me to know how to process.
“Stop making those fucking sounds,” he roared, and the spank that followed was even harder then the ones before. I thought he’d never stop laying them on me, but eventually, the slaps ceased, and it was just the sounds of my whimpers and his bated breath in the tiny room.
All at once, I was thrown in bed, and he avoided my gaze as he went back where he had come from. “You can have the room for the night,” was all he said before he disappeared.
‘The night’ ended up becoming three consecutive evenings. I didn’t know where he slept. I didn’t even leave the room in those days, too mortified over what had happened, guilt eating me alive for having ruined his obviously well-thought out plan and even more so for doubting his character.
It also didn’t help that after he was gone, I was left with an unfamiliar wetness between my thighs, my undergarments ruined to the point I had to get rid of them altogether.
I couldn’t sleep that night. And not only because of the emotions I could identify, but because of this one I couldn’t name, the one that brought fire to my lungs and left me restless in bed.
Every day I’d hear soft knocks by the door and when I opened it, a plate of food was to be found by the stairs leading to my room. No one was ever there to greet me, and I preferred it that way. I didn’t know how the rest of the boys were feeling about me, but I suspected not very excited, considering the ruined plan.
At the fourth day, I finally gathered enough courage to leave the room and meet everyone once more, finding them occupied with their usual tasks and not at all bothered by my presence, almost as if they hadn’t even noticed my absence.
“Oh, hey, miss!” Scott greeted me, and it was the only sign I got that I hadn’t just dreamed the entire thing. “There’s food over there, if you want to grab something.”
Over there ended up being close to the Captain, and I felt my heartbeat speed up with each step I took in his direction. But he never even turned towards me, too focused staring into the distance, as if trying to figure out something no one else could see.
I thought about reaching out and talking to him. I really did. But I was too much of a coward. So I gathered my food and returned to my room once more, from where I only left when night had fallen and the boy’s drunken singing could be heard even through the walls of the room.
I didn’t want to miss on this experience. Seeing them falling all over themselves, slurring through well-known songs never failed to make me giggle, and Lord, did I need something to make me laugh.
So I managed to sneak out without being noticed, or so I thought. Remaining in the shadows, I watched them making fun of each other until there were tears falling from the corner of my eyes from the lack of proper breathing, and once my tummy hurt from laughing too hard, I decided it was time to go back to my cave.
I just hadn’t anticipated it would be occupied. “You really should stop drinking so much,” I admonished as soothingly as possible when I heard his grunt as he struggled to lower himself to the bed. I figured it was because of alcohol, hence my choice of words, but when he tried to turn around to check on me and couldn’t turn his body, I realized that wasn’t the case.
“It’s the only thing that helps ease the pain,” he tried to joke, but ended up coughing and then groaning in pain again. I approached him without even realizing, hand reaching out to touch his torso and verify it for myself.
“You were hurt,” I whispered. “Because of me,” I didn’t add. We both knew that had been the case. He could see the guilt in my eyes, of that I was certain. It was the reason for his weak, pensive smile.
“I just came in here to grab some oils,” he explained, showing me the items he’d procured from the trunk by the side of the bed while I was away. “I’ll be out of your way.”
I curled my fingers around his wrist, silently asking him to hang on a little while longer. “Isn’t… Isn’t there anything I can do to help?”
The silence that followed was heavy, but not heavier than the look he set on me. It made me shiver long before he cradled my face, thumbs running over my cheekbones as he asked, “Would you let me taste you?”
Frowning, I licked my lips before asking for clarification. “What do you mean?” His little smile had my heart threatening to jump out of my chest, and when he told me to follow him, I already knew I would.
“Pull on my hair,” he commanded me as he laid me down on the bed and knelt before me, firm hands running up my thighs and before I could protest, he had me spread open, undergarments torn off as he delved right between my legs and kissed me where I was wet and wanting.
He didn’t hold back, eating at my most intimate place with a hunger I hadn’t known men were capable of, but then again, wasn’t the Wolverine often compared to an animal? This was the first time he let me see this side of him.
His hands slipped down my backside and he was rough as he grabbed it, used it to tilt me up so he could more easily devour me. I knew there’d be bruises in the shape of his fingertips by the morning. I didn’t care.
It felt too good to care.
I had no idea something could feel this good.
He kept lapping at my exposed core, drinking in the wetness that flourished the more he explored, and I might have started screaming, but I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t focus on anything other than his tongue.
But then that tongue slipped further down, finding my backside - and this time I did scream, in surprise, before that sound became another extremely loud moan, one I was sure the men outside would have heard if not for the festivities currently taking place.
All at once, my sight was taken over by a blinding white light, and a rush of bliss I’d never felt before washed through me, leaving my body to slump against the bed once he let me go, getting up to his feet in seconds, like he had never even been there at all.
“If you ever want to take this any further,” he spoke after he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know where to find me.”
I didn’t even know how I heard him over the sound of my heartbeat ringing in my ears.
I couldn’t be alone with him the days that followed. He made me dizzy, his presence elicited such a poignant, physical reaction in me I had to resort to alcohol to be able to pursue what I knew I wanted.
“I want you,” I slurred at the first festivity following the one where he’d knelt before me. “Right now. Please.” I was biting my lip, barely able to stand as he stared down at me with those deep brown eyes of his.
I thought he would do it. I was honestly prepared for it, when he took me in his arms and then into his room. But much to my surprise, when he deposited me on the bed where I laid every night - the same one where he had tasted me - he didn’t follow me into it.
“I can’t do this to you,” he informed me, having knelt by the bed again, only this time, his hands only ventured to my cheeks, cradling them. “Not when you’re drunk.”
Conflicting emotions had me deflating before him. While I was disappointed to hear he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I felt comforted in the fact that he did want me.
“I’ll do anything for you,” he went on to reassure me, “But I won’t take advantage of this situation.” I averted my gaze, not able to deal with the intensity of his feelings, and my own.
Insecurity got the best of me, so I felt like the best thing to do was to voice, “So you do want me?” I had the wine I’d drank earlier tonight to thank for the courage to say it, and I was glad that I did it, because the smile he gave me had my heart skipping a beat.
“You have no idea how much.” He let the words settle for a few seconds, watching me accept them, only to proceed, “But I want you to want me as much as I want you when you’re sober.”
And right then I knew. I just knew. No man would ever treat me better than Captain Logan, the most feared pirate in all seven seas.
And I wanted him.
The days that followed were days of reflection. He let me do that without any interference, although I constantly felt his gaze, settled heavily on me.
I didn’t mind. I liked knowing he was there, watching over me. I liked the reminder of his desire, validating mine, albeit silently. And in that silence, I meditated. I took in everything we had lived together - every adventure, every little moment, and I realized that Logan was a man of very few words - but I knew that already.
What I hadn’t stopped to consider was that because he was the silent type, he had other ways to show me that he cared, ways that had eluded me until that night when he got on his knees and explored me with his lips.
He wasn’t a romantic by any traditional means, but then again - what about Captain Logan could be considered traditional?
It took me a while. Three nights, precisely. His men were already celebrating something else when I approached him at last, feeling brave with the moonlight that illuminated us both.
Heart beating fast, I admitted, “I still want you.” And it was an understatement.
I was aching with arousal, desperate for him. And when his eyes met mine, dark as they were, I could see he felt the same way.
No one noticed us as he swept me away, back to the room I’d come to think of as ours. Yet tonight would be the first time we’d lay in bed together.
“Goddamn,” he cursed once he had undressed me and I was resting against the rough sheets, not feeling tempted to cover me in the slightest thanks to the fire of lust I could see in his dark hues. “You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”
My breath got stuck in my throat as I watched him get rid of his shirt, and then climb on the bed and settle between my legs. A wave of desire took over me, prompting me to reach for the member between our bodies, but before I could reach it, his hands captured mine and he held my wrists together in one of his.
“Hold on,” he said. “Let me play with this pretty pussy first.” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never heard someone speak in such language, and it frightened me how much it didn’t frighten me.
If anything, it only fed the flames of passion burning deep inside of me. I found myself growing wetter between the legs, and once his rough digits swiped along my slit, gathering the slick threatening to spill from there, I knew we would both eventually drown in all of the wetness that was continuously coming out of me.
“Fuck,” he cursed once his fingers slipped in and I had to bite my lip not to scream. It hurt - he was so thick, but I knew the thickness of his digits was nothing compared to the member between his legs.
So I was prepared for it when it began stretching me. I’d never felt anything quite like it before - the weight of his cock being impaled in me, settling so deep inside my body that I was sure I’d never be able to remember how it felt not to be owned by him afterwards.
“It’s okay,” he whispered, rough hands softly caressing my sides as he nibbled on my earlobe, trying to distract me, but I didn’t need it. Even if it hurt, I was relishing in the entire experience, how it felt to be underneath this gigantic man, completely exposed to his desires. “You’re okay…”
The moan I let out in response had him grinning. “Does it feel good?” I could only nod. A growl was my response, as his movements sped up, tearing a gasp from my lips.
“Mine,” he unnecessarily roared since I already knew it. I’d be his even if he didn’t want me. “All mine.” My moans became screams as his hands went over my head, holding himself up against the wooden wall of the ship while mine went around his torso, nails digging on his back.
“Hold it!” He ordered, now ramming into me while I tried very hard to obey him. He could probably see my desperation in my eyes, because he pressed, “I held back for so long, you can hold it a little while longer.”
One of his hands traveled down my body until it reached the place where we were connected, and when his thumb pressed on the button he had so eagerly caressed with his tongue the other evening, I knew I was about to disobey him.
“Keep singing for me,” he coaxed, as a tear ran down my cheek and I closed my eyes to relish in bliss. “Fuck, yes!” I heard him groan, a few harder, more punishing thrusts against that spot inside of me before he pressed himself in as far as he could go, fingers tightly holding my hips. “I love your fucking moans.”
The next morning, I woke up still feeling peaceful, even though I couldn’t remember just why. Stretching on the bed, I only realized something was wrong when my fingers brushed against the spot right next to me, finding it empty but still warm.
That’s when the night before came back to me, all at once. How I’d gone after what I wanted. How it felt to get it. How blissful it was to reach that high in Logan’s arms. But now that I was awake in the light of morning and he was nowhere to be found, I couldn’t help but feel cold and empty, scared he would ignore me and the moment we had shared when the moon was still high in the sky.
I dressed myself up slowly, keeping tab of every single bruise on my body. I knew there was a chance they would be my only physical evidence of the night before, even though I hoped it wouldn’t be the case.
He’d spent the night by my side, at least. That much I was sure of. And it was closely clinging to that very weak argument that I opened the door to the deck, finding it already buzzing with men running around, performing their tasks for the day.
It wasn’t hard to find the Captain. He was standing on the other side of the ship, eyebrows furrowed as he talked to Scott about something that seemed important. I was almost tempted to go back to hide my room when he caught sight of me, head turning to meet my eyes and the widest grin I’d ever seen opening up on his face.
“Go away, Scott,” he ordered. “Let me kiss my woman.” I didn’t even have the time to sit on the shock his words provoked me, because in a second he’d crossed the distance between us and took me in his arms, lips meeting mine hungrily - as if we hadn’t spent the entire evening memorizing each other’s tastes.
“How did you sleep, princess?” He asked once he released me, and all I could do was smile, and answer him honestly.
The one where once it becomes clear that Logan is your alpha, he’s the one left pining.
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, smut, dirty talk, possessiveness, brief masturbation (f,m), use of the word whore in bed, reference to using the person for personal pleasure
Word count: 3.3k
A/N: thank you to my love @navybrat817 for looking this over for me. This is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written and it’s entirely self-indulgent.
Logan’s P.O.V.
“Hey, princess. You ready to train?” Her eyes caught mine when she turned around from the conversation she was having with Scott before I entered the gym, throwing me one of those smiles that were probably one of the only things in this entire world that could make me feel warm inside.
I’d been weary and mistrusting from the start, not used to dealing with any kind of softness directed towards me, but if there was one thing to learn about the woman in front of me, was that she never gave up.
It was just the way she was, always excited and sweet to anyone and everyone, like sleep and slumber didn’t even affect her when I woke up most mornings wanting to kill the world and she was standing in the kitchen, patiently preparing a pot of coffee to make my life easier.
And she never even expected a thank you or a recognition of any kind. She just smiled, sometimes winked, and got on with her day, instead of orbiting around me like most omegas tended to do when they first arrived at the academy.
That was enough to make me fascinated with her.
“Of course I’m ready! I was born ready!” A deep rumble of laughter filled my chest as I shook my head at her shenanigans. Maybe I should have been used to it by now, it’s been almost a month since she arrived, but it was becoming more and more obvious that I probably never would.
She just had that effect on me - an effect that was so strange and unusual that initially had made me angry, but now only served as a reminder that maybe good things could happen in my life. Especially since someone so nice thought I deserved it.
She followed me to one of the corners of the gym, talking and waving at everyone we encountered while I remained unbothered by their presence, until we were finally sort of alone in our little bubble and could stretch in peace.
“So… How did you sleep?” She was always making those kinds of questions, at first I thought it was an annoying way to break the silence, until I realized that she actually cared. And then, I couldn’t really find it in myself to be irritated by her inquiries anymore.
“I was a bit restless. I think my rut is coming,” I admitted, following her lead and stretching one of my legs despite never having actually done this before she asked me to train her. She just had this way of changing all of my little habits, I supposed.
“I figured.” At my raised eyebrow, she just shrugged, before continuing, “I heard you pacing. I thought about checking in on you, but I figured maybe it had already started…” and it wouldn’t be a good thing to get stuck in a bedroom with an Alpha during a rut. She didn’t have to finish, it was easily understandable.
“Shit, now I feel guilty for waking you up with my loud steps.” She shook her head enthusiastically at that, wanting to make it obvious that wasn’t the case at all. It helped with the guilt, but only to a certain degree.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“I was agitated myself. It had nothing to do with you, I don’t think I would have even noticed it if I hadn’t already been up.” He narrowed his eyes at my explanation, clearly confused and still not fully convinced that he hadn’t been responsible for keeping me up all night, so I decided to get out with it. “I think my heat is coming, too.”
At that, his eyebrows stop up, understanding written all over his face. But then, as quickly as it came, it was gone again, replaced by that seemingly permanent frown that seemed to be synonymous with the wolverine.
“That’s gonna be your first one, isn’t it? Ever since you got here, I mean.”
I nodded, exchanging legs while thinking about what else I could say. Obviously, society had evolved a long way since something as natural as heats and ruts were taboo, but especially between an unmated Alpha and an unmated Omega, it could be weird to talk about it.
It was a fine line between commenting on your instinctive problems and propositioning a beneficial arrangement to get us through the difficulties of the time. I didn’t want there to be any mistake about what was happening - there was no way I’d become just another Omega in a long list of remedies to get through a rut that Logan would simply use when in need.
I’d heard the stories. As amazing as he seemed to be in a time of desperate measures, I really couldn’t do that to myself. I wouldn’t.
“Yes, it will be,” I confirmed, hopefully giving a finality to my tone that didn’t allow further questioning. “Are you ready to beat my ass?” I joked, suddenly springing up and reaching out for his hand so I could help him do the same, even though I knew he didn’t need it. Still, he stretched his arm in the direction of mine, making me smile as I realized just how far we were from when we first met.
The second our skin came in contact, we both gasped and dropped our hands. It was like an electric current had run through the both of us, but where it came from, I didn’t know. Although an immediate possibility popped into my head, I didn’t want to consider it just yet.
“Sorry,” I sheepishly smiled, reaching out for him again. This time, I was prepared for when our limbs touched, so maybe that’s why I didn’t feel the shock. There was, however, a numbing feeling that lasted a few seconds, so it was easy to ignore. “Let’s just get this started, huh?”
Logan’s P.O.V.
The next 24 hours were pure torture, and an absolute mystery to me. I had no experience with feeling this way, how my hand kept reaching out to touch her, like I needed to verify that she was really there, feel her warmth beneath my fingertips.
Even weirder, she started to disappear for long stretches of time. Where usually she’d be right there, by my side, whenever possible, ever since she arrived, now I had to actively look for her so I could find her. And when I did, she was always wearing a frown on her face, like I’d somehow ruined her solo hide-and-seek plans.
The next day, I sought her in her room, knowing her heat was getting closer and I needed to confirm some activities Charles had asked the both of us to organize, but the second I opened the door, being greeted by the smell of her sweet wetness calling out to me, I completely lost the control of my body.
“What are you doing…” That was all she managed to get out before I was kissing her, my hands cradling her face as our lips moved in sync, her small hands circling my wrists like she intended to push me away, but forgot about it.
She tasted like apple pie and cider, something that reminded me of cold fall days when I could stay inside a warm cabin and not worry about anything. It felt like home, she felt like home, and soon enough, my hands were roaming her body, underneath the skirt of her dress, wherever I could touch her.
“You’re… You’re wet,” I noted after we parted, only abandoning her lips because I needed to catch a breath. And even though she was having just as much of a hard time getting air back into her lungs, she still managed to look pissed when she responded.
“Of course I am, genius.” I couldn’t really understand it. Why was she so mad at me? Why had there been this buzzing, this electric current running through my body for the last few days, that seemed to intensify whenever I was near her?
And then it hit me, right when she started to touch herself to release some of the tension that was obviously running through her body. “We’re true mates.” She rolled her eyes at me, taking a step back and pulling her dress off of her body, and my mouth instantly watered. When she took off her underwear and laid down on the bed, spreading her legs for my view, my knees buckled. I simply stood there, looking transfixed as she started to fuck herself right before my eyes.
“Took you long enough.” Her words broke me out of my reverie, even though they fell from her lips sounding more like a moan. Frowning, I couldn’t understand what she meant, until once again, it became clear to me.
“You knew it!” She rolled her eyes at my shock, but maybe it was because she had hit her sweet spot, as she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her increasingly wet pussy. I couldn’t tell.
The sounds of her juices only made me feel even hotter, giving me a growing sensation of dizziness. My own arousal was starting to take over, my member hardening inside my pants as I struggled to concentrate on this very important topic.
“Of course I knew, Logan.” She finally stopped playing with herself, suddenly sitting up and although panting, her eyes shot daggers at me. It ignited my own irritation, making me look back at her with just as much fire.
“You knew and… You didn’t want me?” Regret and anxiety replaced the angry look on her face, and she turned her head to avoid sustaining my gaze as I struggled to get rid of my shirt, desperate to deal with the increasing heat inside my body.
“It’s not that easy.” I had to scoff at that.
“Oh, it isn’t? Then what is it, Y/N? What is so bad about me?” Her eyes met mine again, defiant, prideful. Even as irritation and insecurity threatened to get the best of me, I had to admire her beauty.
“I can’t do this, Logan,” she at last confessed, getting out of the bed while shaking her head. She turned her back to me, her arms crossed in front of her naked body. “I can’t let myself get close to you. You shouldn’t want me either. You don’t, actually. It’s just your genetics, telling you that you do.”
It took me a while to process what she said, initially because of how badly my cock was throbbing, but once I stuffed my hand inside my pants and squeezed my rapidly growing knot, I was finally able to focus on her words.
And it. Made. Me. Furious.
My hand over her nape, I pulled her so her body was glued to me, making sure she felt my exposed cock right against her lower back.
“There’s no way you’re that dumb, little girl.” It was the wrong thing to say - it wasn’t even true in the slightest, and despite being lost to the fires of rage and desire I could see how spilling that was stupid of me, but I was too far gone to care.
“Excuse me?” She roared, turning around to face me with fire in her eyes, making me grow exasperated.
“Oh, you know what I mean!” But she was on a roll now, a tiny finger poking my chest. She was so small by comparison, I could barely feel it, and it made my lips twitch up in amusement.
“You’re not the right Alpha for me, Logan.” The words provoked an instinctive growl to rise from the depths of my chest. Closing the distance between us, I forced her to turn around once more, holding her jaw as delicately as I could muster considering the anger inside of me to make her listen very carefully.
“But I’m your Alpha, so watch your fucking mouth.” The omega inside of her whimpered, no doubt impressed with the show of possessiveness and strength, and I had to feel smug about it. But once I let her go, the confession she revealed wiped that smugness right off my face.
“You don’t want puppies, Logan. You don’t want the same things I do. We can never work.” I felt like she had slapped me. I stared at the small creature who had so easily infiltrated my life, not quite believing what she’d told me.
“Is that what you think of me?” I questioned, and try as I might, I knew the hurt in my tone was perceptible. “You just assume it’s not something I want, yet you never even cared to ask. If it’s with you, of course I do.”
She was rendered speechless, if only for a moment. I relished that moment. It wasn’t always that I got to see that spitfire of a woman silent, with her mouth hanging open. Which is why the second I saw the frown reappear on her face, her mouth closing before opening again, I ordered, “Just… shut up,” and entwined our bodies together, connecting our lips for another breathtaking kiss.
“You want this,” I panted against her mouth when I was forced to pull back to catch my breath, fingers making quick work on the remainder of my clothes. “You need this.”
She huffed in my arms, making me think she wanted me to put some space between us. Much to my surprise, her arms ended up wrapped around my shoulders, all of her weight trying to bring me down to meet her lips once more.
“Shut up and fuck me, Logan.” A growl escaped my chest at the order, for once not feeling attacked by someone else’s attempt to control me, but actually instigated. The time it took me to respond to it, the little minx was able to detach herself from my body and lie on her bed once more, her hands immediately going back to what they were doing before.
“Keep those hands away from your pussy,” I commanded, climbing into bed with her and replacing her fingers with mine, toying with her little clit. “Only I get to touch it now.”
Her hips instinctively jerked up, searching for more of my calloused digits, making me groan as they slipped further down and found her dripping hole. She was so fucking wet.
“Soaked little pussy…” I muttered as I tapped it once then twice before pushing myself away just enough to wrap my wet hand around my member, bringing it to her opening and pushing in.
I hissed as I filled her inch by inch, her head falling back as she held tightly to my shoulders, trying to remain silent and unmoving as she adjusted to my thickness. “Better be prepared, omega,” I warned as I bottomed out, looking down at her daringly. “I’m the only one who’s gonna make you feel good from now on… What do you think of that?”
My hips started moving at an immediately punishing pace that I wasn’t able to control. A part of me really did want to punish her in some way, for keeping herself away, for not warning me about our connection before, but I was also taken by my own rut now.
Thankfully, the heat had prepared her enough so it didn’t hurt. I didn’t feel bad about asking, “Doesn’t this feel good?” as I pounded her viciously, determined to get her to cum once, twice, a thousand times for me.
“Y-yeah,” she managed to admit, looking more and more fucked out and out of it by the second. “Fuck, you’re so big.” I chuckled as I leaned over her to rub my jaw against her scent gland, wanting to drown her in my own essence. The fact that we were mates probably helped, she was literally made for me. And fuck, she was so wet.
Her juices seeped between our connected bodies, drenching the sheets underneath us in her smell. I couldn’t wait to bury myself in them later.
“You thought you could keep me away…” I murmured, eyes fixated on her face, completely immersed in her and our coupling, taking in her expression of bliss, her little moans and whimpers. “Next time you try to keep me away from this pussy, I’m gonna spank the shit out of your ass.”
The answering gasp she released as she came right before my eyes had me growling, incredibly surprised by this turn of events. “Oh, you want rough? Little princess likes it rough?”
I bent her body almost in half, putting her ankles over my shoulders as I rose up to my knees to fuck her harder. “Scream,” I ordered, holding the sides of her neck without really squeezing them, only to catch her attention. “I want them to know who’s fucking you this good. I want everyone to know that this is where you belong now, underneath me, getting impaled by my dick, creaming all over it.”
She clawed at my back as a scream did tear through her chest, her heat now fully ingrained, her first orgasm becoming a second, much more powerful one. “You thought you could run away from this,” I panted, the hurt of the situation still too recent for me to let go off. “You thought you could run from me, but you’re mine.”
Her whine of pleasure fed my hunger, and I fucked her even harder, desperate to find my own release now. “You’re mine. My personal whore. You’ll let me use you every night, won’t you?”
Her third orgasm brought on mine, a roar escaping me as I threw my head back and allowed myself to lose control if only for a second, if only to empty myself inside of her until she was filled with me.
But I didn’t claim her. I couldn’t. Not yet, not without her proper consent. I didn’t want her to resent me forever. If we were gonna do this - and God, did I want her to want me to do this - I’d need her to say it.
We laid there a while, catching our breaths, enjoying this little reprieve before both of our systems were begging us to give in to one another once more. I nuzzled her neck again, deciding it was time to let her know, “I want you to be my mate.”
I knew she technically knew this - my actions were pretty telling - but I wanted her to hear it from my lips. It was a show of vulnerability I wasn’t comfortable making, but I knew it was necessary, and I could only hope she would recognize how hard it was for me to do it and appreciate it.
“I want you to be my mate, so I can do this every night.” She looked alarmed, tense even, but I still had so much to say. “I’ll learn how to be romantic, I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
She closed her mouth then, eyes finally softening as I felt her muscles relax underneath my fingertips. “You know I’ll take care of you.” I couldn’t help but smile when she immediately nodded, not for a second doubting my statement. “I’ll do anything for you.”
I felt her body completely melt against me and the bed, and I finally allowed myself to sigh, admitting the last words I’d been keeping in ever since it became clear that she was my mate.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? Now that you’re here, I don’t want to be without you ever again.” What I got as a response was a short but sweet kiss.
“I’m sorry,” she quietly begged, eyelashes filled with unshed tears as she struggled to hold my gaze and my heart felt heavy. “I’m happy to be yours.” And for the first time in a long while I fell asleep with a smile on myself, feeling better than I’d ever felt before.
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