Breathe

The First Time: Part 4

This has some pretty heavy smut in it so if you're not into that please skip this chapter!

Two episodes later, Safiya commented on his constant moving, "You alright there, mate?"

"I'm sorry, just the uniform isn't the most comfortable. Do you mind if I change? I'll go down to the bathroom," Logan pulled on his collar.

"If you're going to take your shirt off, you might as well show me your tatts, right?" She winked.

He blushed, muttered, "okay," and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.

"Oh, hey! No! You don't have to if you don't want to!" she exclaimed, noting his hesitancy.

"I'll make you a deal," he said standing beside her, "I'll show you mine if you explain all of yours to me," he said trailing his finger down her arm.

"Deal," she shook his hand with a smile.

He pulled his shirt off, turning his back to her so she could see.

She drew in a breath, "Holy shit. That is stunning!"

"Yeah?" He asked over his shoulder, "it's a tribal design, representing my family and my heritage."

"Wow," she breathed, standing up and trailing her hands down his tanned back. "It's amazing!"

Logan turned around, showing Safiya how it curled around and peeked out around his ribs and over his shoulders. Her fingers traced the tattoo down the shoulder, running down his dog tags, picking the tattoo up again at his ribs. Safiya was practically drooling, feeling the hard muscle encased in soft, tanned skin. She bit her lip, moving to stand closer to his body. He inhaled shakily, feeling her breath against his chest was pushing his resolve. Her head tipped back, looking up at his stunning green eyes as he towered over her. All he could feel was her hands; one on his bare waist, the other on his bicep. He was hyperaware of his own hands, both dangling by his side, one holding onto his shirt. His eyes focused on her lips, one of which ended up between her teeth. He couldn't take it anymore. In a flash, his shirt was on the floor, two hands cupping her face, his lips on hers. Her hands just barely grazed the skin on his waist, but holy shit he wanted to feel her skin on his. Safiya's hands moved up his stomach, to his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. Logan's hands moved around her body, cupping her ass as she stood on her toes to kiss him. She deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing against his lips and he opened for her. Logan felt her tongue sweeping across his own and tried to bite back a moan. He failed. A moan escaped and Safiya melted into him. He crouched down slightly, tugging on her thighs until she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. He straightened, walking over to the wall without breaking the kiss. She whimpered as he pushed her body in-between his own and the wall. Her hand fisted in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder with her fingers. Ripping his mouth from hers with a groan, Logan kissed his way along her jaw, nipping her earlobe, kissing down her throat. One hand came up beside her head, the other still on her ass. Her head tipped back, hands gripped his back, trying to pull him closer. She felt his teeth on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and her breathing hitched.

"Wait wait wait wait," Logan panted, "are you sure you want to do this? I don't want you to think I invited you here just to get you into bed."

She took a shaky breath and unwrapped from him as he took a step back from the wall, standing on wobbly legs. "I don't think that at all, and I'm the one who asked you to take your shirt off in front of me, remember?"

"Okay," he breathed, turning his back to her, trying to regain composure. He felt her hands on the small of his back, tracing the bottom of his tattoo.