Fulfilling (NC-17) - L/V
My pant-a-thon !
Title: Fulfilling
Author: Ellie
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1,239
Spoilers: season 1
Summary: "He was fulfilling her fantasy, she was fulfilling his life. "
Author's Notes (if any): so, I'll make that a summer fic. Like that I do not have to be annoyed by thoughts of Donut (who is that, btw ?). It's not an award-winning fic, but it was fun to write. So check out mutinousmuse journal to see the others pant-a-thon fics ! Thanks goes to bennet_7 for the beta work! You go girl =)
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“You gotta be kidding me.”
When he called, she hadn’t expected this. Not at all. Dropping her keys on the coffee table, she watched with widened eyes as he turned around slowly.
“Hello, Veronica.”
She couldn’t quite answer. Her eyes, drawn to his crotch, couldn’t move away. Her tongue went to lick her lips ever so slowly and she couldn’t remember her last thought. A deep, raging fire flared up in her stomach, as she couldn’t quite decipher whether it was because of him or the fantasy. It was probably both.
He walked up to her, like a tiger stalking his prey, and she couldn’t move. She wanted to burst out laughing, but she couldn’t. She never would have thought the simple vision of Logan, half naked, wearing only scratched leather pants, would turn her on that much.
On any other person she would have thought it was ridiculous. But it was Logan, and it was her secret fantasy. Sharing it with him a few nights before seemed like a good thing, but now…Still bewildered but slowly releasing her bolder side, Veronica tentatively touched the harsh material with a fingertip.
“Logan…”
“What? You said you wanted to see this…so I’m giving it to you.”
Amazing how a pair of pants could do the trick. They were so tight against his body she wondered for a second if they hadn’t been sewn onto him. She watched as he flexed his butt muscles, making her laugh a bit. Just seeing him move in leather was enthralling. He was looking like a cat, black, sexy, smooth, and suddenly her sole desire was to jump him.
Her hands rounded to his leather-covered ass, and he smiled as she pressed him closer to her.
“I see it works…”
“Shut up, Logan. Please.”
With that, she pressed her lips against his as the smile on his face widened. Opening his mouth to allow access to her tongue, he slid his fingers under her top, caressing the soft skin of her lower back as she sat on the high coffee table, opening her legs to him. Her skirt rode up on her hips and one of his hands fell on her thigh, working its way up, while the other removed her tank top.
She broke off the kiss for just a second, throwing her shirt on the couch nearby. She moaned into his mouth as one hand found its way inside her panties, and the other her breasts. She felt she like was exploding into millions of tiny pieces, especially as the leather was scratching her skin ever so slightly as Logan moved. She was in a parallel universe, where nothing existed apart from her body and his.
The material covering Logan’s legs was cold against her overheated thighs and his mouth was burning her neck, biting and sucking. His hands were butterflies brushing against her most sensitive parts, making her arch to his touch and cry out. He was torturing her body sweetly and passionately in the same time, making her blood boil and her stomach turn into knots.
She was giving up, letting go of her control quickly. Her nails were raking his back and her legs were encircling his waist as she ground herself against him, still restrained by leather. Her breathing was uneven and raspy and she fumbled with his belt.
Freeing him, she stopped moving for a second, considering her last thought. He began to wiggle a bit, and she smiled at him.
“Keep those on.”
“Veronica!”
“Please?”
He sighed, but didn’t say anything else as she thrust her hand, all the while kissing his mouth passionately. He began moving into her palm, feeling silky against his flesh. Pearls of sweat began to form on his skin as he concentrated on her arousal, sliding fingers inside her body harshly. This was how she liked it. She opened her eyes and let out a cry of surprise, grasping his shoulder with her free hand. Her whimpers and moans urged him on and soon he was pushing her over the table, laying over her. His mouth captured hers once again and she fell over the cliff when he rubbed his pants against her soaked panties.
White light, blue hues, red fireworks danced before her eyes as his fingers rode her through her orgasm softly. Her brain had gone numb as her body took over, allowing her to explore the sensations Logan was creating within her. She heard him whisper harsh words as her hand picked up his rhythm. If she went on like this, he wouldn’t be able to stand it much longer.
Removing her hand from between them as he did the same, she rubbed her shins against the leather still covering and smiled. The rugged material had been ripped on some points, giving her access to spots of skin which she caressed slowly with her toes. The sensation was overwhelming. He was wearing a second skin, so as to protect himself even further than he already did, but at the same time the pants were revealing a deeply hidden part of him, one that he didn’t show often. Yes, people could think he was just being kinky as always, but she knew more. She knew the only reason he wore those was to make her happy. And that said more than enough to her.
Smiling up at him, she softly kissed his jaw, then his lips, as she moved under him to take off her panties.
“You’re keeping the pants, I’m keeping the skirt.”
“But it’s not leather.”
Laughing, she went back to her previous position, taking in the texture of the leather. “I’ll make it up to you someday.”
Smiling at each other, they shared a kiss that grew in heat as her hands caressed his upper half and her legs, his lower. She gasped when he entered her, even though she was expecting it. The sensation never ceased to amaze her, and the leather scraping at her most tender flesh was almost enough to set her off again.
Logan picked up the pace as her body collided with his. He could feel it building, and he wasn’t sure he could control himself enough to watch her climax once again. The pants were itchy but he didn’t feel it and he didn’t even think about pulling them off; he wasn’t certain he would be able to. Maybe Veronica would have to bring him to the E.R after to help get the pants off, but at the moment, he couldn’t care less.
It was quick and urged, smelling of sweat, skin, leather, feeling like heaven for Veronica as she crossed her ankles over his butt. He was fulfilling her fantasy, she was fulfilling his life. This wasn’t essentially a fair game, but Logan knew the rules.
She was whispering in his ear, whimpering, as she thrust her hips towards his while arching her back, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Once again he quickened his pace, bracing his arms by her shoulders to support his body, and, as she cried out, he lost it. Grunting in her sweat slicked hair, he let himself go in her body as her legs clinched around him.
“I’m definitely putting leather on more often.” He whispered while getting reacquainted with his surroundings, and she laughed softly from under him. She didn’t seem to mind it and her arms encircled his back.
"Definitely a good idea.”