Fic: Number One Hundred and Twelve: A Pregnant Pause
Title: Number One Hundred and Twelve: A Pregnant Pause
Series: Part of the “Numbers” series
Author: Karen
Email: kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: They’ll never prove anything.
Rating: NC-17- clothing is shredded, people get naked and photographs are taken.
Feedback: Better than a fake orgasm.
Summary: A pregnant Marie is feeling a little self-conscious and Logan suggests a remedy.
Author’s notes: Did ya ever wonder what #112 on the infamous list was? Well, I don’t know what Terri had in mind, either - so let’s just say this is it.
Thanks to Taryn and Terri for previewing this for me.
Artwork created specifically for this story by Justin Steele.
~ Number One Hundred and Twelve: A Pregnant Pause ~
Marie returned from the mall looking decidedly upset despite the numerous bags she was toting. Her shopping companions, Jubilee and Kitty were also loaded down with what appeared to be enough bags from various boutiques to outfit a small nation. They, however, seemed to be appropriately a lot happier.
“Did you already max out our new Visa?” Logan joked as Marie sunk into one of the kitchen chairs and unceremoniously dropped the bags at her feet.
“I think there’s still enough left on the limit to charge lunch tomorrow, providing you weren’t hoping for anything fancier than McDonald’s,” she replied.
“So, are you gonna give me a little fashion show later,” he asked indicating the bags and quirking an eyebrow at her.
“I hate to disappoint you, Logan, but there’s nothing from Victoria’s Secret.”
“Damn, why not?” he asked with a sexy little smirk.
“Because Victoria’s Secret doesn’t carry lingerie for big, fat pregnant whales!” Marie answered sharply, then stood up and charged out of the kitchen leaving her purchases behind.
“What the hell just happened?” Logan asked perplexedly as he began gathering the multitude of bags that regrettably didn’t contain any sexy lingerie.
“She totally freaked out in *Everything But The Water*,” Kitty told him.
“Everything but the what?” Logan asked, completely mystified.
“It’s a store that specializes in bikinis,” Jubilee clarified.
Suddenly it became very clear to Logan exactly what had upset his pregnant wife.
“And when you two dingbats were parading around in little scraps of material it didn’t occur to either one of you that a woman who’s six-months pregnant might feel a little unattractive by comparison. Some friends you are,” Logan snapped.
Before Jubilee or Kitty could answer Logan stormed out of the kitchen in search of his distraught wife. He found her in their room, curled up on the bed in a fetal position and crying.
“Marie,” Logan began as he sat down on the edge of the bed, “the tactless twins are idiots; their combined IQ’s barely hit double digits.”
That earned him a muffled giggle and Marie turned over to reveal tear-stained cheeks.
“I know they didn’t buy skimpy outfits just to make me feel bad, neither one of them are that cruel on purpose. It’s just sometimes they just don’t think, ya know?” she sniffled, sat up and reached for a tissue.
“Well, they should try it sometime,” Logan replied as he took the tissue from Marie and dabbed at her cheeks.
“Great, I’m fat and now I probably look like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, too.”
“You don’t look like Rudolph, and you’re not fat,” Logan said as he aimed the tissue at the trashcan and missed, “Don’t worry, I’ll pick that up.”
“I am fat. Look at me. I look like I shoplifted a watermelon,” Marie sniffed as she rubbed her stomach.
Logan couldn’t suppress a smile, then leaned in and brushed a soft kiss across her lips.
“You’re having a baby. My baby. Our baby. And you’re fucking beautiful and still sexy as hell.”
“You have to say that ‘cause you’re my husband,” Marie retorted.
“Marie, I walk around with a hard-on all day, which for your information can’t be faked. Trust me, you still turn me on.”
“Logan, there are other women around. Maybe it’s not me.”
“Who then? ‘Ro? Nice rack, sure, but the ‘I’m a goddess’ routine is a major turn off and she wonders why her love life sucks. Jean? Too goddamn frosty, my dick’s gone numb just mentioning her name. Kitty? She’s nursing the mother of all crushes on Scott, which speaks volumes about her taste. Jubilee? I wouldn’t fuck her with Scooter’s dick - not even if I could gag her first. No, baby, it’s all about you. Always has been and always will be.”
“Oh, Logan,” Marie responded and moved to wrap her arms around him.
Logan drew her in closer and nuzzled at her neck, inhaling the soft vanilla fragrance that was Marie’s current favorite scent. He pressed a kiss first to her pulse point and then trailed a path up to her mouth. When he licked at the seam of her lips she parted them cooperatively and he sunk his tongue into her mouth, tasting the strawberry sundae she’d had at the mall. When they finally parted to catch their breath, he began unbuttoning her white over-sized shirt. She was a lot more self-conscious about being naked ever since her pregnancy had become obvious and he tried to be cognizant of that while trying to show her how desirable she still was to him. The changes in her body had required getting even more creative in their lovemaking, but the upside to that was that the numbers on Marie’s infamous *list* were being checked off at a rapidly increasing pace. One afternoon when they’d been experimenting Logan had joked about making an instructional video, which earned him a swat on his bare behind to which he retorted, “Thank you, Mistress of Pleasure.” Marie told him later it had been his own fault that it had taken fifteen minutes for her to get her giggling under control so they could resume.
“Logan, what are you doing?” she asked as the last of the buttons came through its little hole and he was spreading the crisp cotton fabric apart.
“Proving my point,” he murmured against her throat as his hand moved to cup a lace-covered breast.
He pushed the white lacy material aside, marveling at how the ‘Boobie Fairy’ had made her breasts even fuller, then he leaned down and immediately latched onto a nipple, which he licked and then sucked gently.
“Logan, you know I can’t concentrate when you do that,” Marie said with a moan.
He released the nipple, “I know what I’m doing,” he said and resumed bathing her nipple with his hot tongue.
When he moved to push the lace fabric of the other bra cup aside, he decided it would just be easier if the bra was completely out of the way, so he released a single claw just enough to slide under the fabric and sliced right through it.
“Logan! That bra even fastened in the front, Mr. Impatient.”
“I saw the clasp, I just like cutting things offa ya,” he said with a dirty grin.
“Oh,” Marie replied as she shucked off the shirt and ruined bra.
“Now, where was I?” Logan said as he dipped his head back down and resumed plying her now bare breasts with moist kisses.
After a few more minutes of lavishing attention on her breasts, Logan shifted down to pull off her black capri pants revealing white lacy bikini panties just below her protruding tummy. He released a claw on each hand this time and sliced through the flimsy fabric effortlessly. Marie cleared her throat loudly and fixed him with a ‘now look what you’ve done’ teasing glare.
“What?” he asked in mock innocence and then playfully added, “They were a matched set originally, and now they’re still a matched set. Trashed.”
“Do you realize that what I spend replacing the clothing you decimate could pay off the national debt of a small nation?”
“Only a small nation?” he teased and tossed the ruined panties on the floor.
Logan could smell her arousal, so he knew she wasn’t too upset with him and he had a feeling she’d forget all about this latest clothing carnage in a few minutes. He pressed kisses to her swollen belly while at the same time nudging her legs apart and casually shifting himself lower.
“Wait!” Marie said, putting her hand on his shoulder.
“Oh, I know you don’t want me to stop,” Logan said with a wickedly knowing grin.
“I don’t want you to stop, sugar, I just think it’s a little unfair that I’m lying here with nothing on while you’re still fully dressed. So in the interest of fairness, strip now, Wolverine.”
Logan slid off the bed and stripped off his black T-shirt in one fluid movement as Marie sighed at the sight of his magnificent bare chest and then he unbuttoned his jeans and teasingly lowered the zipper while doing a little hip swivel.
“Woo hoo, I’m getting a show,” she said clapping her hands together in delight.
At that Logan turned around so his back was to her, did another roll with his hips and then lowered the jeans and stepped out of them, exposing his taut muscular bare rear end. A couple of beats later he swung around to reveal that he was fully aroused.
“I still think that should be registered as a lethal weapon,” Marie sighed.
“So,” Logan said as he crawled onto the bed, “are you prepared to surrender?”
“Is that thing loaded?” she asked pointing at his erection.
“Oh, yeah,” Logan replied huskily as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him as she let out a squeaking yelp.
“Then I surrender. Take me, Wolverine, take me now,” she said as she fell backward onto the bed in playful submission.
Logan maneuvered to resume what he’d started before his impromptu strip show when Marie propped herself up on her elbows and stopped him again.
“I want you inside me,” she told him.
“What no warm up?” Logan asked even though he could smell how aroused she was already.
“Sugar, if I got any warmer I’d spontaneously combust.”
“Okay then, forget the opening act, it’s on to the featured performance,” he replied.
Logan changed positions so that he was now kneeling in front of her between her splayed legs and guiding himself to her entrance, he pulled her toward him and impaled her on his cock. He began thrusting gently and reached over the small bump of her stomach to fondle her breasts. Marie writhed and moaned as he thrust harder. Realizing he wouldn’t last long, but wanting to make sure that she’d finish too, Logan reached between them and started to rub the pad of his fingers over her clit, which quickly took Marie over the edge. Just as Logan climaxed she pulled away from him sharply, which made the gush of semen fountain into the air, creating a mess. He was stunned. Marie had never done anything like that before, and now she was curled up in a fetal position sobbing.
He grabbed his shirt off the floor and cleaned himself up quickly and then slid over to her.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice betraying how worried he was.
“I’m gross. I don’t know why you wanna have sex with me,” she sobbed.
Logan spooned in behind her, gathered her to him and peppered her shoulder with kisses.
“For the billionth time, you’re not gross. I don’t know what else to say or do to prove it to you,” he said as his hands played lightly over her body.
“I’m sorry I’m being completely psychotic,” she sniffed.
“I have an idea. A way to prove to you just how beautiful you are,” he said.
Marie rolled over to face him, “What? What idea?”
“Well, we bought that new camera to take pictures of the baby, but how about if we put it to use now?’
“Huh?”
“Yeah. A ‘Demi-Moore-on-the-cover-of-that-magazine-when-she-was-preggers’ kinda photo.”
“That was ‘Vanity Fair’ and wasn’t Demi naked in that photo?”
“Uh huh,” Logan replied.
“You wanna take a picture of me naked looking like I oughta have the ‘Goodyear’ logo painted on my side?”
“You’re a long way from blimp status, Marie. Come on, lemme play pictorial photographer.”
“Only if you let me take a picture of you first.”
“Excuse me?”
“Come on fair’s fair. If you wanna picture of me in the buff, then you gotta let me capture you on film, disc, whatever you call it, first.”
“Okay,” Logan acquiesced and went to the closet to retrieve the camera.
He returned and after fiddling with the camera for a minute, handed it to Marie.
“It’s all set. All ya gotta do is point and press this button on the top,” Logan instructed and then turned and strolled over to the bed.
Marie watched through the mini-screen that served as a viewfinder as Logan arranged himself on their bed. He lay on his side with one leg bent at the knee and his head propped up in hand. Marie smiled at how relaxed he seemed to be.
“Done this before, sugar?” she asked jokingly.
“Yeah, paid my way through law school as a male model,” Logan joked back.
“Well, I’ll bet Annie Lebowitz would just love to get you in her viewfinder,” Marie replied.
“Who?”
“She’s a famous photographer. Never mind,” Marie replied as she snapped off the first photograph, “Now gimme that sexy eyebrow quirk.”
“Marie, I agreed to one photo,” Logan reminded her.
“Oh, come on, Logan, please,” she pleaded, adding a pout for good measure.
“Crap. You know I can’t refuse the pout,” he answered in defeat and gave her his best eyebrow quirk.
“Perfect,” she said as the flash went off again, “Now a little growl.”
“Somebody’s pushing their luck.”
“How badly do ya wanna picture of me in all my bare-assed glory?”
“Grrrrrr.”
“There you go.”
“Marie!” Logan growled as he scrambled off the bed and stalked towards her.
Instead of grabbing the camera out of her hand like she’d anticipated, Logan backed her up against the wall, lifted her legs to wrap around him and supporting her in his arms, plunged into her hard.
“Oh my God,” Marie moaned and tried to stop herself from dropping the camera.
Somehow she managed to maintain her tenacious grip on the expensive piece of equipment as Logan thrust into her while growling against her throat. Already turned on from taking pictures of a naked and very aroused Logan, it didn’t take long for Marie to shatter in a powerful orgasm, screaming his name as she did.
With a chest vibrating final growl, Logan exploded in his own climax only a moment later. They slid down the wall to the floor and Marie finally released the camera, letting it land, undamaged, on the thick carpet.
“Oh yeah, Annie would definitely like to photograph you, if that’s the result,” she panted.
“Sorry, but I’m loyal to only one shutterbug,” Logan replied as he gently pressed a kiss to her lips.
He reached over and picked up the camera, then stood up and pulled Marie to her feet.
“Okay, Miss August, it’s your turn,” he told her.
“Damn, thought you might’ve forgotten,” Marie replied with a shy smile.
“Oh no, you’re not getting out of it that easily. Get that gorgeous ass of yours over on the bed and give me your best ‘come hither’ look,” Logan instructed.
“Logan,” Marie started to protest.
“A deal’s a deal, so scoot.”
Marie attempted to fix her disheveled hair by combing her fingers through it.
“Don’t worry about your hair, Marie,” Logan told her, “It looks sexy that way. Like you just got fucked.”
“Gee, I wonder why?”
She was almost at the bed when he told her to stop.
“Just stay right there for a minute - put one hand on your hip and the other over your boob.”
“Like this?” Marie asked as she struck the pose he wanted.
“Perfect,” Logan said as the camera captured the shot.
Marie then climbed on the bed and mimicked Logan’s earlier pose as he snapped the next photo.
“I feel silly,” she declared.
“Well, you look fucking amazing,” Logan replied, his voice thick with arousal.
She unconsciously licked her lips and he clicked off another picture.
“Okay, roll over onto your back and cup your breasts,” Logan told her.
Marie did as she was told and Logan snapped another picture. He then walked over and climbed onto the bed, scooting over until he was just above her.
“Put your hands in your hair and gimme the ‘ravish me, Logan’ look.”
Marie threaded her hands through her hair and threw Logan the look that usually ended with her being ravished.
“Goddamit, Marie, you’re so fucking hot,” Logan said as he depressed the button again.
Marie blushed and covered her face with her hands.
“Oh God, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this,” she groaned between the cracks of her fingers.
“You have no idea how abso-fucking-lutely beautiful you are.”
And the blush spread all the way down to Marie’s toes as Logan continued capturing it all. After several more photos, he placed the camera on the nightstand and they proceeded to make love for the rest of the afternoon.
Hours later they lay snuggling, enjoying the afterglow with Marie tucked under Logan’s arm, her head resting on his chest and one leg casually slung over his.
“I don’t suppose our little modeling session was on that list of yours?” Logan asked.
“As a matter of fact it’s number 112,” Marie replied smugly.
He should’ve known.
