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Chapter List
- 1-Eloi
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11 and 12
- 12-13
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 24-25
- 25-26
- 26-27
- 27-28
- 28-29
- 29-30
- 30-31
- 31-32
- 32-33
- 33-34
- 34-35
- 35-36 and 37
- 36-38 and 39
- 37-40
- 38-41
- 39-42
- 40-43
- 41-44
- 42-45
- 43-46
- 44-47
- 45-48
- 46-49
- 47-50
- 48-51
- 49-52
- 50-53
- 51-54
- 52-55
- 53-56
- 54-57
- 55-58
- 56-59
- 57-60
- 58-61
- 59-62
- 60-63
- 61-64
- 62-65
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Eloi Chapter Twenty Five
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The papers
rustled and fluttered to the floor as she stretched out her leg, her heel pushing
the manila folder off the bed. She would
get it later, she thought. Part of her
felt guilty. She knew the parents needed
to be contacted as soon as possible but this� She closed her eyes as Logan�s
lips pressed against the pulse point on her neck, just below her ear. This was something ineffable. She needed it, not in some pornographic way,
but to affirm her life, their lives, a divine worship of body and soul and being. Storm arched her back as his hands slid from
her breasts to her hips, lifting her towards him. Her legs moved almost automatically around
him, her ankles crossing behind his back, her arms moving to drape lazily over
his shoulders as his mouth moved to the dark peak of her breast. Her body moved of it�s
own accord, but even in building passion she was a goddess. She knew he could smell her desire, hear
every hitched breath and soft murmur, feel her pulse race and her body grow
ever more ready for release, and the knowledge that he knew this, knew her so
intimately, drew her closer to the edge of the precipice. Storm opened her eyes, blinking in the sudden
brightness of the room. The sun had shifted, flooding the bedroom with a
white-yellow light, making their skin glow golden for just a moment until her
vision adjusted. She smiled and arched
again, pressing against his thrusting hips.
�Almost,� she sighed.
The bed
creaked slightly beneath their combined weight and Logan
was careful not to shift too suddenly or put too much weight down in the wrong
place. An Adamantium
skeleton would not only ruin the antique wooden bed frame but crush the breath
out of Storm, too, if he were so inconsiderate as to rest his weight on her
during a pause in the activities. Her
body was so warm and supple beneath his that it was almost easy to forget what
was going on around them, how everything seemed to be falling down around their
ears. He could still smell the very
faint acrid tang of the explosive, a small matter that did nothing worse than
scatter propaganda. He could smell
sawdust and new paint, the new wing once again being rebuilt after Jonos�� outburst�a month before. But most of all he could smell her, floral
and musky and warm and salty and like honey beneath him and around him. As long
as he lived, and he suspected it would be forever, he would know that smell and
he would know it was hers and hers alone, never to be replicated or replaced in
his memory banks. He would know it on
the day he finally died and she came for him, reaching her hand to take him
with her, and he would know it in his dreams in the years after she passed and
he was left to wander alone. Her body
tensed beneath him and she gasped sharply, signaling the beginning of her
end. She tightened around him, her
silken heat making him groan as she seemed to draw from him his own response,
her body contracting and squeezing rhythmically until he buried his face in her
neck and moaned his release, filling her as she shuddered
her own climax. Her fingers trailed down
his back, tracing ancient history in his scars and bones, moving back up his
arms to his neck and face. �We�re being
irresponsible,� he finally murmured thickly, shifting to fix her with a languid
stare. �We have duties��
She nodded, a half smile on her lips. �It�s good to feel alive though, not like all
we are is machines, working day in and out.�
She sat up, not bothering to pull the sheets over her nudity. She felt Logan�s
eyes on her as she slid from the bed, padding to the end to pick up the toppled
folder of parent contact information.
�What is it? You�re looking at me oddly.�
He sat up,
raising a brow as his gaze swept over her lean form, from the platinum of her
hair to the pale gold polish on her toenails.
�You don�t care,� he finally said with a hint of a drawl.
�About
what?� she asked, her brows shooting up.
She felt her temper quicken�if he were about to
accuse her of not caring for her duties as a representative of the Institute�
�You don�t
care if I see ya naked,� he shrugged.
�Most women, they cover right up.
You just sort of�� he paused, searching for the right word. �Prance.�
She
snorted, taking up her loose summer weight dress and carrying it and the folder
to her desk. �Deer prance. Dogs prance. Cats prance. I do not prance.� She pulled the dress over
her head, letting the light fabric fall in a swirl about her legs. �Why should I care if my lover sees me
without my clothes?� she asked, arranging the papers in the proper order. �You have already seen my soul; my flesh is
nothing.�
Logan
stared at her a moment longer, turning her words over in his mind. �Lover, huh?�
�Yes�you
are my lover,� she said patiently, smiling as she sat down. �You act like that�s a new word for you.�
�Huh. Guess it is,� he shrugged, trying not to seem
too taken by the moment. He moved heavily
off the bed, pulling his jeans on as he looked around for his shirt. �I�d better go check on Bobby. He was twitchy earlier� Don�t know what�s
into that kid but I think he needs a talkin�
to.� A faint, high pitched and
altogether irritating sound rent his awareness, his hissed curse making Storm
look up sharply. �Fuck. Speak of the Devil��
�Where are
you going?� she called after him as he sped from the room, pulling his shirt on
as he went. �I didn�t hear anything!�
�Yeah, I
know,� he replied over his shoulder.
�But I did. Bobby.�
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