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salmon_pinkTitle: Synchronization
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Logan/Ororo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1493
Timeline: Post-X3
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "lust".
Summary: Private celebration.
Everyone seems to think Ororo is calling it a night because she’s had too much to drink. Which is ridiculous, because she’s barely had anything, she’s not the slightest bit unsteady on her feet, and she has too much to think about to be drowning her senses in alcohol.
They’re all so young, and for all their posturing they have so little knowledge of more adult and seedy pastimes, and Ororo reminds herself that that’s a good thing, that it means she’s raising them well.
She lets them think it really is alcohol, because it makes them laugh, and she just wants them to have a good time. It’s New Years, they should be celebrating, they’ve achieved so much and they have so much to look forward to.
There’s the added bonus that nobody tries to ask her any questions or stop her leaving once the rumour spreads that she’s had too much to drink.
She just wants to go to bed. Nobody seems to realise just how much planning and effort goes into creating a memorable family Christmas for an entire school of children and the faculty, and Ororo’s exhausted and she just wants the holidays to be over.
She’s a headmistress now, and the thought makes her feel old, which is laughable and frustrating. She’s head of a school and head of a team of super-powered heroes, and all she wants is to go to bed and not wake up until noon.
Except she knows she’ll have to be up bright and early in the morning to clean up.
In the meantime, she decides she can trust the party to the older students, her team mates, while she gets some much needed rest. It’s not the best idea, she knows, and she’ll probably regret it in the morning, but she likes to think that they’ve grown up enough that she doesn’t have to worry about the Mansion exploding if they’re left to their own devices.
Logan makes a great show of helping her, holding her up with an arm around her waist as he guides her from the room to a chorus of new years greetings and good nights. She doesn’t need the help, of course, but she can guess the party isn’t really Logan’s style, so she plays along, lets him have his excuse to leave the room.
Once away from the music and the singing and the cheer, they walk side by side in comfortable silence. Ororo feels more awake, strangely enough, to be away from the lights and the constant smiling, and her energy begins to return, her eyelids no longer feel heavy.
It isn’t until they reach her room that she realises Logan’s arm is still around her waist.
“Coming in?” she asks, and it’s the easiest thing in the world, and that’s why she likes Logan.
That, and the spark in his eyes, the smirk on his face as he steps into the room, and on anyone else it would annoy her, so damn arrogant, but on Logan’s it’s just perfect.
She closes the door behind them, and everyone should be distracted for at least the next few hours, so she has no objections at all to Logan pulling her close.
He tastes of beer and cigars, and it’s a taste she’s quickly gotten used to. It reminds her of thunderstorms, the humidity of them and the dark clouds, and the raw power under Logan’s skin is so like a hurricane, except that she can’t control it. Has no desire to, just lets Logan’s hands paw at her, rake over her, and it’s amazing how quickly her body always responds to him.
She bites at his bottom lip, wraps her arms around his shoulders, and he pulls her higher against his chest, until it’s instinct that has her wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling solid muscle and heated skin, and she trusts him, has grown to trust him more than she ever expected to, so she allows him to carry her across the room.
It’s not about love, or friendship, although she does think of them as friends. She knows where Logan’s heart lies, and it’s not in her bedroom, and she doesn’t particularly care. Doubts he cares even the slightest that her feelings for him are less than romantic.
It’s about tension and release, simple lust, selfish and selfless. Two passionate people, and they can be themselves with each other. Ororo is too busy to even consider dating, wouldn’t know where to begin looking for someone who wouldn’t bore her within the first five minutes, and Logan is there, and convenience never felt so good.
He presses her back against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as she yanks his clothing aside, both panting and arching into each other. Rolling across the bed, never content to stay still when they can be writhing against each other, fighting to make the other lose it first, and it’s almost a game, and Ororo needs more fun in her life, so it’s an ideal arrangement.
Logan doesn’t have to pretend, and she can be as rough as she likes with him. He encourages it, growls beneath his breath when she drags her fingernails down his back, and he’s quickly learned that she won’t break. He respects her, and that makes them even, and he doesn’t treat her delicately at all. Treats her like an opponent, if anything, and the rush of it gets her every time, grappling and wrestling and licking and biting, and the marks on her skin don’t fade instantly but she kind of likes that.
Proof she’s still alive, that she doesn’t exist solely for others. She still her herself and her desire, and she isn’t ready to give up just yet. Headmistress and still a fighter.
She straddles his thighs, groaning as he slides inside, and she loves that look on his face, eyes all dark and smouldering, still smirking but in a very different way. A way she feels echoed on her own face as she begins to move, taking her own pleasure, because she’s never been one to wait for something to be offered.
They work well together on the battlefield, and the give and take of their relationship follows them to sex, the restlessness, striving for more. Improvised battle plans and underhand tactics and the sense of one-upmanship, and Logan’s hands grip her just above the back of her knees and yank until she tumbles backwards. He’s there instantly, not missing a beat, hips rolling against her, and she wants to fight back but she wants release more.
Long day, long month, and she hooks one leg around his waist, rests her other ankle on his shoulder, and moves with him. Teamwork, it’s all about teamwork with them, about knowing each other’s limits, and she’s so close, and she knows he knows that. Feels him match the pace her body craves, putting his weight behind it, and it’s a good thing the party is so loud, because she doesn’t have the energy to hold on to her voice. Groans for it, for the pressure and the pleasure and the friction and the slide of it, and the air feels sultry around them, and she’s flushed and burning under the look in his eyes.
She can never quite decide how she likes him best; whether it’s standing proud and fierce in the midst of a fight, or whether it’s moving above her, beneath her, beside her, inside her, all rhythm and desire. Sometimes the two images are too close in her mind to differentiate, with Logan’s teeth bared and sweat on his skin and strength radiating from him, and it can be distracting in battle, although she’s careful to never truly let it effect her, and it can be perfect in the bedroom.
He’s catching her, joining her, and she lets herself fall over the edge, sensation pulsing through her, gasping in counterpoint to his low moan. Pulling at his hair just a touch too hard, but he doesn’t care, never does, and she doesn’t care as he bends her leg back, presses her knee to her shoulder, as he shudders against her. Stretched, pulled taut, and she holds on to it, that sense of completion, feels her muscles tremble and her strength leave her, and exhaustion returns, assaults her as she closes her eyes, feels Logan collapse against the mattress beside her with a tired murmur.
He won’t be there when she wakes up, but Ororo’s always liked having the bed all to herself, and she’ll feel better in the morning, best kind of exercise for her. She doesn’t fight sleep as her mind settles, and they have a new year ahead of them, but they’ll cope. It won’t be the same as the last, too much loss, too much suffering, but that can only be a good thing, and she’s breathless and excited and ready for it all.
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Logan/Ororo
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1493
Timeline: Post-X3
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "lust".Summary: Private celebration.
Everyone seems to think Ororo is calling it a night because she’s had too much to drink. Which is ridiculous, because she’s barely had anything, she’s not the slightest bit unsteady on her feet, and she has too much to think about to be drowning her senses in alcohol.
They’re all so young, and for all their posturing they have so little knowledge of more adult and seedy pastimes, and Ororo reminds herself that that’s a good thing, that it means she’s raising them well.
She lets them think it really is alcohol, because it makes them laugh, and she just wants them to have a good time. It’s New Years, they should be celebrating, they’ve achieved so much and they have so much to look forward to.
There’s the added bonus that nobody tries to ask her any questions or stop her leaving once the rumour spreads that she’s had too much to drink.
She just wants to go to bed. Nobody seems to realise just how much planning and effort goes into creating a memorable family Christmas for an entire school of children and the faculty, and Ororo’s exhausted and she just wants the holidays to be over.
She’s a headmistress now, and the thought makes her feel old, which is laughable and frustrating. She’s head of a school and head of a team of super-powered heroes, and all she wants is to go to bed and not wake up until noon.
Except she knows she’ll have to be up bright and early in the morning to clean up.
In the meantime, she decides she can trust the party to the older students, her team mates, while she gets some much needed rest. It’s not the best idea, she knows, and she’ll probably regret it in the morning, but she likes to think that they’ve grown up enough that she doesn’t have to worry about the Mansion exploding if they’re left to their own devices.
Logan makes a great show of helping her, holding her up with an arm around her waist as he guides her from the room to a chorus of new years greetings and good nights. She doesn’t need the help, of course, but she can guess the party isn’t really Logan’s style, so she plays along, lets him have his excuse to leave the room.
Once away from the music and the singing and the cheer, they walk side by side in comfortable silence. Ororo feels more awake, strangely enough, to be away from the lights and the constant smiling, and her energy begins to return, her eyelids no longer feel heavy.
It isn’t until they reach her room that she realises Logan’s arm is still around her waist.
“Coming in?” she asks, and it’s the easiest thing in the world, and that’s why she likes Logan.
That, and the spark in his eyes, the smirk on his face as he steps into the room, and on anyone else it would annoy her, so damn arrogant, but on Logan’s it’s just perfect.
She closes the door behind them, and everyone should be distracted for at least the next few hours, so she has no objections at all to Logan pulling her close.
He tastes of beer and cigars, and it’s a taste she’s quickly gotten used to. It reminds her of thunderstorms, the humidity of them and the dark clouds, and the raw power under Logan’s skin is so like a hurricane, except that she can’t control it. Has no desire to, just lets Logan’s hands paw at her, rake over her, and it’s amazing how quickly her body always responds to him.
She bites at his bottom lip, wraps her arms around his shoulders, and he pulls her higher against his chest, until it’s instinct that has her wrapping her legs around his waist. Feeling solid muscle and heated skin, and she trusts him, has grown to trust him more than she ever expected to, so she allows him to carry her across the room.
It’s not about love, or friendship, although she does think of them as friends. She knows where Logan’s heart lies, and it’s not in her bedroom, and she doesn’t particularly care. Doubts he cares even the slightest that her feelings for him are less than romantic.
It’s about tension and release, simple lust, selfish and selfless. Two passionate people, and they can be themselves with each other. Ororo is too busy to even consider dating, wouldn’t know where to begin looking for someone who wouldn’t bore her within the first five minutes, and Logan is there, and convenience never felt so good.
He presses her back against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as she yanks his clothing aside, both panting and arching into each other. Rolling across the bed, never content to stay still when they can be writhing against each other, fighting to make the other lose it first, and it’s almost a game, and Ororo needs more fun in her life, so it’s an ideal arrangement.
Logan doesn’t have to pretend, and she can be as rough as she likes with him. He encourages it, growls beneath his breath when she drags her fingernails down his back, and he’s quickly learned that she won’t break. He respects her, and that makes them even, and he doesn’t treat her delicately at all. Treats her like an opponent, if anything, and the rush of it gets her every time, grappling and wrestling and licking and biting, and the marks on her skin don’t fade instantly but she kind of likes that.
Proof she’s still alive, that she doesn’t exist solely for others. She still her herself and her desire, and she isn’t ready to give up just yet. Headmistress and still a fighter.
She straddles his thighs, groaning as he slides inside, and she loves that look on his face, eyes all dark and smouldering, still smirking but in a very different way. A way she feels echoed on her own face as she begins to move, taking her own pleasure, because she’s never been one to wait for something to be offered.
They work well together on the battlefield, and the give and take of their relationship follows them to sex, the restlessness, striving for more. Improvised battle plans and underhand tactics and the sense of one-upmanship, and Logan’s hands grip her just above the back of her knees and yank until she tumbles backwards. He’s there instantly, not missing a beat, hips rolling against her, and she wants to fight back but she wants release more.
Long day, long month, and she hooks one leg around his waist, rests her other ankle on his shoulder, and moves with him. Teamwork, it’s all about teamwork with them, about knowing each other’s limits, and she’s so close, and she knows he knows that. Feels him match the pace her body craves, putting his weight behind it, and it’s a good thing the party is so loud, because she doesn’t have the energy to hold on to her voice. Groans for it, for the pressure and the pleasure and the friction and the slide of it, and the air feels sultry around them, and she’s flushed and burning under the look in his eyes.
She can never quite decide how she likes him best; whether it’s standing proud and fierce in the midst of a fight, or whether it’s moving above her, beneath her, beside her, inside her, all rhythm and desire. Sometimes the two images are too close in her mind to differentiate, with Logan’s teeth bared and sweat on his skin and strength radiating from him, and it can be distracting in battle, although she’s careful to never truly let it effect her, and it can be perfect in the bedroom.
He’s catching her, joining her, and she lets herself fall over the edge, sensation pulsing through her, gasping in counterpoint to his low moan. Pulling at his hair just a touch too hard, but he doesn’t care, never does, and she doesn’t care as he bends her leg back, presses her knee to her shoulder, as he shudders against her. Stretched, pulled taut, and she holds on to it, that sense of completion, feels her muscles tremble and her strength leave her, and exhaustion returns, assaults her as she closes her eyes, feels Logan collapse against the mattress beside her with a tired murmur.
He won’t be there when she wakes up, but Ororo’s always liked having the bed all to herself, and she’ll feel better in the morning, best kind of exercise for her. She doesn’t fight sleep as her mind settles, and they have a new year ahead of them, but they’ll cope. It won’t be the same as the last, too much loss, too much suffering, but that can only be a good thing, and she’s breathless and excited and ready for it all.
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Date: 05/01/2008 09:40 (UTC)I'm not usually for this pairing, but this is absolutely wonderfully brilliant work and I'm just stunned because the way you used the words and the descriptions... just wow!
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Date: 07/01/2008 00:22 (UTC)no subject
Date: 07/01/2008 16:56 (UTC)Lovely. ♥
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Date: 08/01/2008 03:26 (UTC)no subject
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Date: 31/01/2008 02:17 (UTC)I love this pairing.. and I love this fic! It's a little too calm for my tastes, but I understand completely that you wanted to impart the casual hooking up.
So, awesome.
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Date: 31/01/2008 02:38 (UTC)