Running to Stand Still

It was around Christmas of that year that their relationship started to change somewhat. They were still as close as before, but the kind of closeness became more physical. Kat almost curled herself around him whenever they were together. Logan almost always had an arm around her waist.

Logan had the adults' rec room to himself one evening, Metallica on the stereotem tem while he played pool. He had an unlit cigar lodged in his mouth; he'd stopped smoking them upon finding out that Kat was allergic to the smoke.

Kat wandered in from a shopping trip she'd gone on with Rogue and the girls. She looked like sweet sin, leather pants hugging every curve and an almost-sheer long sleeved top that hinted at everything but showed nothing. Her auburn hair, now down to her waist, was shiny and straight
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And the icing on the cake was his tags nestled between her breasts.

The first thing that alerted Logan to her presence was her smell. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw her outfit, and saw the way she was walking, her hips swaying slightly.

"Hey Logan," she greeted, smiling a little at his reaction. She'd been thinking of him when she'd gotten dressed earlier that night, and spent most of her shopping trip in anticipation of seeing him.

"Darlin', what are you wearin'?

She grinned. "Clothes. You got a problem with it?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Other than the fact that those pants are indecently tight, and that shirt shows things that you shouldn't be showin'," he replied, a slight growl to his words. He took the cigar from his mouth and put it in the nearby ashtray, standing there with the cue stick clenched in one hand.

Kat walked gracefully over to him, keeping eye contact the whole time and knowing the exact effect she was having on him. "Teach me to play?" she asked, gesturing to the table.

"Sure," he replied, admiring the curve of her hip encased in black leather. He smirked when she leaned over the table with the cue stick; he had to wonder if she'd purposely missed the shot so that he'd have to help her. With a shrug of his shoulders, he draped his body across her back, bringing his arms around her to guide her.

"It's like this, darlin'," he whispered in her ear, sliding the cue through her fingers. "Arch your fingers a little, then let the stick slide through them straight at the cue ball." He couldn't help but notice the obscenity of the stick moving through her fingers; he could imagine something else in her small, strong hands …

He shook his head, pulling back from her slightly. "You try on your own."

She nodded and executed a perfect shot, striped seven going into the corner pocket. "Hmm, not as hard as I thought." She td tod to smile at him. "Thanks for the lesson," she said, reaching out to touch his chest.

Logan growled softly, his hand trapping her wrist as he pulled her closer until she was flush against him. Their bodies touched in a long line, their heights almost matching; Logan was only a few inches taller. "Darlin', don't start somethin' you can't finish."

"Who said that I can't finish it?" she retorted, her hand going behind his back to dig slightly into his muscles. "Logan, I'm not a fragile little girl, at least not anymore. Can't you just accept that?"

His answer was to catch her mouth in a hungry, searing kiss that left her without breath. "Kat, are you sure --"

She silenced him with a finger to his lips. "Logan, don't question it. If I need you to stop, I'll tell you."

He stared down at her, noticing the flush in her cheeks, the way her pupils nearly engulfed the green of her eyes. "Darlin', I don't know if I can stop if you tell me to."

"I trust you."

Those three words made him close his eyes and bury his face in her hair; he'd never had much self-control when it came to women, but holding her in his arms, he knew he had all the time in the world to make her his.

He pulled back slightly and kissed her again, softly this time, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. One hand came up to cup the back of her neck, the other brushing fingers down the smooth column of her throat, following the chain that held his tags.

Kat sighed into his mouth, nails lightly digging into his shoulders as she moved against him, little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. She moaned softly when his hand grazed one of her breasts, then the other, before closing over one soft mound. She could feel the heat of him through her shirt.

Logan broke the kiss and hauled her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the pool table. He moved forward to stand between her legs; he growled in approval when she wrapped those long legs around his waist and pulled him in. "Kat," he breathed.

"Hmmm?"

"You okay?"

She nodded, eyes heavy-lidded with passion. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, a nice rosy red against her pale skin. "I'm okay," man managed to say, one hand sliding up the back of his neck and into his unruly hair. "Never been … better."

"Good to know," he replied, lowering his head to brush his lips against her breast. "Are you wearin' a bra?"

She blushed. "Um, no. I don't really need one, and you can't see much through the shirt."

"Yeah, but your nipple is standin' up clear as day." Before she could respond he took said nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, rewarded by a soft moan.

She looked down at him, saw the raw sexuality in his eyes as he looked up at her, her breast in his mouth. She threw her head back, eyes closed against the almost-unbearable pleasure throbbing through her body.

"Logan, I --"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go upstairs. I don't wanna do this here."

He nodded and let her go, watching her hop down off the table. He grabbed her hand and they somehow managed to get up the stairs to his room without running into anyone. When they got inside, he kicked the door shut and picked her up, depositing her on the bed and nearly falling on top of her before rolling off to the side.

Kat was on him in a moment, lips pressed to his almost frantically. Her small, strong hands found the break between his shirt and his jeans and slid up his back, feeling the taut muscles rippling beneath her fingers.

Logan groaned when she dragged her nails up his spine, lightly scoring his skin. He kissed her deeply, with lips and tongue and teeth, feeling like the king of the world that such a woman would let him touch her.

She felt the strength behind his movements, the power contained in his body that was only unleashed in battle or practice; she now knew he also let it go when he was with a woman.

He left her mouth and kissed his way down her body, latching on to either breast before kissing down her stomach. He lifted the hem of her shirt, tasting the sweetness of her skin, and licked a line from her waistband up to her neck as he worked her shirt up.

She sat up and tugged the shirt off, leaving her chest bare to his dark eyes. A faint blush darkened her skin, but it wasn't from embarrassment. Everything that he wanted to do to her was clear on his face.

"I wanna see you wearing only these," Logan said, fingers touching the tags laying between her breasts. His face grew serious. "Darlin', are you sure about this? Do you want to stop?"

"I'm sure, Logan." She gripped his face with her hands, brushing along the growth that had sprung up since he'd last shaved. "I've never been more sure in my life. I need this."

He frowned. "Why do you need it?"

"To prove that something as powerful as what we have can overcome what's been done to me." She placed a finger to his lips so that she could continue. "I'm not using you to make myself feel better. I'm sharing something with you, something that I thought had been taken away from me but is really something that I can still give. And I want to give it to you."

Logan's eyes darkened, filled with passion and hunger, and underneath all of that, love. She could see it like a light in the darkness, showing her the way home.

"God, Kat," he whispered, kissing her softly. "I've never needed anyone as much as I need you."

She smiled up at him. "Then show me."

He closed his eyes aet oet out a shaky breath before looking at her again. "Happy to," he replied. He grabbed her arms and flipped them both so that she was on top of him, long legs straddling his waist. "You look good like that."

Kat blushed. "I didn’t know that it could be like this …"

He tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't know that the woman could be on top, I always thought it was the other way around."

Logan's face lit up in a grin. "darldarlin', the things I have to teach you …" He brought her body down along his, growling when he heard the breathy gasp she made as bare skin touched. "You're an angel."

She kissed him. "Why?"

"Cos you trust me. You let me see you like no one else can," he replied quietly, one finger brushing the side of a breast.

"Stop torturing me," she said, her voice a breath of laughter. "I never thought of sex as something nice, something good."

"It gets better." He tugged at her pants. "You gonna take these off, or am I gonna have to cutm ofm off?"

"You cut these off and I'm gonna kick your ass," she said, punching him lightly on the chest. She rolled off of him and took off her boots, then the pants, leaving her in a very black, very small thong.

"Hell, Kat," Logan said, sitting up slightly and watching as she crawled back onto the bed.

Kat blushed. "I take that to mean you like what you see," she replied. She sat next to him and unlaced his boots, pulling them off and then going to his jeans. "Damn button fly," she cursed, fumbling with the buttons.

Logan let out a growly laugh. "It's kinda necessary when you don't wear underwear." He watched her blush even darker. "You look confused."

"No, the thought just never crossed my mind." She tugged on his jeans and he yanked them off easily. "Oh, wow."

"Don't think about it, Kat. It'll fit," he said, laughing and pulling her body across his into his warm embrace.

She laughed and snuggled against him, breath leaving her in a gasp when his mouth found her neck and began nipping gently at the smooth flesh. "You don’t have to be so careful," she whispered. "I kinda like the pain."

He raised his head to look at her, a look of interest in his eyes. "Have I got a closet sadomasochist in my bed?"

"Mmm, not exactly into S&M, but a little pain is good." She shuddered in his arms when he bit down a little harder, hard enough to leave a mark on her collarbone. "Like that. God, just like that."

He growled and flipped her onto her back, claws springing out from one hand to cut off her underwear. "Do min mind if it's like this?"

She shook her head. "No, I like it." She opened her legs when he nudged them apart with a knee. "Your height makes it really … intimate."

Logan looked down at her, directly in line with her eyes. "Yeah, it is. Haven't been with a lot of women my height." He leaned down and kissed her, one hand tangling in her hair, the other trailing down her stomach to touch her core. "God, darlin', you're so wet," he breathed out, their faces mere inches apart.

"Don't make me wait anymore," she whimpered, head reeling from his touch.

"I won't, darlin'." He reached out a hand to the nightstand, snagging a condom from the drawer and rolling it on. "I don't know if this is gonna hurt or not," he said, positioning himself at her opening.

Kat looked up at him with green eyes filled with longing and love. "I don't care, just make me yours."

With her plea, he pushed inside, gasping as her tight inner waclamclamped down on him. He kissed her at her sharp intake of breath. "Hurt?"

"No, just feels kinda weird." She smiled at him. "You were right, it does fit," she joked. She shifted her legs, bringing them up around his waist. As she did, Logan moved in deeper, ripping a long, low moan from her throat.

"Oh, God," she said when she got her breath back. "C'mon, Logan, I know there's more to this than you just staring at me."

He grinned. "O'course, darlin'." He moved inside her, eyes closing momentarily against the sensation of finally being inside her. "Baby, I know I can't last long …"

"I don't mind how long it lasts, as long as I get to keep you after," Kat replied, bringing his head down for a kiss to silence his doubts. She found his rhythm and matched it, whimpers spilling from her mouth into his as they moved in the dance older than time itself.

Logan clutched her to his body, some small part of him afraid that she'd disappear if he let go. His hand moved between their bodies and found the nub of flesh that would make her fly apart. His fingers rubbed gently and he felt her begin to tighten around him.

"You ever had an orgasm, darlin'?" he whispered, pulling away just enough to see her face.

Kat shook her head.

"Just wait." He increased his pressure, put a little more power behind his thrusts, until he felt her inner walls start to flutter. He captured her mouth with his and took her over the edge, swallowing her scream of release as his body found its own.

Kat watched Logan get up to discard the condom, snuggling back into his embrace when he joined her on the bed again. "Thank you, Logan. Thank you for making me feel whole again." She kissed him softly. "Thank you for loving me."

Logan growled contentedly, pulling her close to his body. "It's nothin' to thank me for, Kat. You had me from the first time I saw you."

She smiled. "The first time I ted yed your claws," she added, remembering. "So warm, like the rest of you. Do you have some sort of internal heater?"

He chuckled. "Nah, it's a Canadian thing." He listened to the pattern of her breathing, slow as her body dropped further into the arms of sleep. "You don't mind sleepin' here with me?"

"No, I don't mind," she replied softly, fingers playing with the dark spill of hair that covered much of his chest. "I'd like to sleep here all the time."

"I'd like that too, darlin'." Logan kissed the top of her head. "C'mon, let's get some sleep."

She curled her body around his, head resting on his chest. "Love you, Logan."

"Love you, too, darlin'," he replied, smiling as he fell asleep.