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Ten Minutes Chapter Four (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� It�s almost Walpurgisnacht, right?
InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are loverly and wondermous for
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ProPhile: *silver star*
Still have that damn song in my head, thankyouverymuch. Morgan: *glomp * Readers/Reviewers: Thank you for
reading/reviewing! The �main story� will start this weekend! Today�s chapter then tomorrow and it�s all
done for this vignette�

�What do
you think you�re doing?�
�Rubbing your feet.
Now be quiet or I�ll sing.�
�Shutting up now.�
Storm raised a brow, though, clearly indicating that she was not
comfortable with what was going on.
�Don�t give
me that look�� Logan
propped her feet in his lap and pulled first one of her boots off, then the
other. �You need to relax more. This
week�s been craptastic and you�re wound tight as a
spring.�
�I have ten
minutes before I need to take Tabby into town.�
She paused, the twist and pang in her heart
making her close her eyes.
�It�ll be
fine, �Ro�� Logan
pressed his thumbs against the sole of her foot, moving along lines of
tension. �Mags
has Lucas� you know it and I know it.�
�We just
can�t prove it,� she replied softly. �And
it doesn�t change the fact a mother�s heart is broken. Tabby hasn�t slept in
days except for when Beast drugs her and even then it�s not rest, it�s a false
state. She isn�t eating, Kitty and Amara
had to force her into the shower last night and scrub her down� Wanda�s absence
isn�t helping either.�
Logan
stopped what he was doing and looked up at Storm, his gaze clear and
piercing. �Stop it. Just stop it right now, Ororo. You spend your whole life worrying about
everyone else and trying to be the calm, mothering Goddess figure. You need to
make time for yourself again.� He held
fast to her feet and did not let her pull away when she tried to move. �No, you�re
gonna just sit here for the next ten minutes and let me do this.�
She inhaled
deeply, marshalling her words. She was tempted to twist free, tell him to let
her make her own choices and leave her be, but she did not. �Fine,� she said after a moment. �Ten
minutes.� She folded her hands on her
stomach and closed her eyes, her mouth set in tense lines. He grunted something that might have been
amusement or annoyance but did not speak further just then, focusing his
attention on her feet and ankles. Storm
tried to calm her roiling mood with breathing exercises, going back to her
childhood training as a priestess and goddess to bring up soothing images and
techniques long used to induce a meditative state. It did not work. She had practiced under intense heat, in
pouring rain, frigid cold, with fire raging before her, being bitten by
insects, in noisy village revels� but she had never had to practice while
someone was touching her like Logan was.
She opened her eyes calmly, still controlling her breathing, and looked
down at where he sat between her feet. �What
are you doing?�
�Hush.�
She pressed
her lips together and watched, the warmth spreading from his touch, up her legs
and through her body, pooling low in her belly and making her acutely aware
that they were alone and in a relatively secluded part of the house. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; he
leaned down and brushed a kiss against her instep, then her ankle, the tip of
his tongue tracing a small and intricate pattern on the soft skin there. She did not stop him as he shifted forward,
going to his knees and letting one of her feet rest on the ground as he cradled
the other in his hand, trailing a line of kisses up the inside of her leg. She
felt her heart rate increase despite her best efforts and decided to just give
up. She sighed softly, leaning back on
the bed and resting her weight on her elbows. She was not sure but she thought
he might have chuckled against her knee, the roughness of his seemingly
perpetual five o�clock shadow both tickling her and sending tiny fissions of
pleasure to her core. Her eyes slid closed again and she could not stop the
small moan rising in her throat as his fingers pushed the silky fabric of her
skirt up her thighs, bunching the yards of sky blue material around her hips. His kisses were becoming more insistent, his
tongue leaving warm trails along her inner thigh. Storm gasped sharply as he bit her, not hard
enough to be painful but enough to leave a mark. �Logan!�
�Just makin� sure you�re not fallin�
asleep on me,� he replied against her thigh, biting her again. He splayed his fingers over her sex, pressing
his palm against the nest of curls there as he reached the crease of her
thigh. He could feel how warm and ready
she was, her hips arching against his touch without her even trying to. She tasted of salt-sweat and flowers and
myrrh, filling his senses as he laved her skin, nipping sharply to make her
moan. He decided that it was one of his
favorite sounds, Storm moaning at his touch, and chided himself mentally for
being so lax of late in making her do it.
She
restrained herself from asking him for more.
He was so close to where she needed, craved his touch that it was about
to make her crazy, she felt, but she could control herself. She bit her lower lip and tried to school her
breathing again but it was almost futile.
His hand on her sex was teasing, barely touching where she wanted it
most. His mouth was so close to the
petals of her flesh that she moaned, making her desire known. She arched her throat, feeling her face flush
with a hint of embarrassment as he laughed, though not unkindly. The first touch of his tongue against her netherlips made her arch sharply, curling her fingers into
the thick comforter on her bed. Her
breasts ached with the need to be touched, her nipples hard and rubbing against
the fabric of her shirt. She did not
even notice what she was doing as she reached for her breast, touching it as Logan
parted the folds of her flesh with fingers and tongue. Tugging gently on her own nipple, she sighed,
the sound turning into a throaty groan as his fingers pressed inside her,
curling to find the most pleasurable spots within her femininity. His tongue teased the bud of desire between
her thighs, not quite touching it but circling and taunting. �Oh, please,� she breathed, squeezing her
breast a bit more firmly, �more, Logan.� He did not respond save for a vague noise of
agreement, circling the tip of his tongue closer to the pearl of her sex. Just before she could become truly
frustrated, he gave her what she wanted.
Logan
enjoyed doing this almost as much as he enjoyed her returning the gesture. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, how
her body trembled as pleasure built within her.
He loved the feeling of the soft, wet flesh on his tongue and around his
fingers, squeezing and pulsing with her growing need. Her keening mewls of pleasure were growing
louder and longer, becoming moans and gasps as he increased the pace of his
attentions. Storm�s sharp cry rent his
attention and he looked up at her as her climax swept through her. He lapped at her release, laving away traces
of her arousal, licking her sex and thighs before shifting to lay along side
her, pressing close to her slightly trembling body as she regained her
composure. �Relaxed yet?� he asked,
nibbling her earlobe.
�Mmmm,� she concurred.
She kissed his throat, her fingers trailing down his side to his hip,
then lower, brushing against his turgid length through the fabric of his
jeans. �But you�re not.�
�Guess not,�
he agreed, raising a brow. �Wonder what
on earth there is to do about it?�
She smiled,
her sloe-eyes hooded as she pressed against him fully. �Well,� she said softly, her voice a
seductive purr.
�Yeah?�
�I suppose that�s up to you to
figure out. I�m late for Tabby and you�re
late for the Danger Room.�
�Fuck.�
�Good idea,� she demurred. �I�ll make sure to remind you later��
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