SCARS - WOLVERINE X READER FF

TWENTY EIGHT

- SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING -

I sat in the driver's seat, my hands gripping the steering wheel of Logan's truck, the worn leather familiar under my fingers. The baby monitor was in the back seat, and Logan was next to me, relaxed in the passenger seat, his arm draped casually out of the open window. His calm guidance as he talked me through the basics of driving was a mix of encouragement and the subtle challenge that always made me want to prove myself.

"Okay, try it again," he said, his voice calm but laced with that teasing edge that made me both frustrated and determined. "Ease off the clutch while you press the gas. Nice and smooth."

I nodded, biting my lip as I focused on the pedals. I lifted my foot from the clutch and pressed the gas, but the truck jerked forward awkwardly before stalling once more. I let out a frustrated sigh, slumping back against the seat, feeling a wave of irritation.

Logan's lips quirked into a faint smile, his eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and patience. "Almost," he said, his tone teasing. "Don't rush it."

I could feel his gaze, warm and attentive, making it both comforting and utterly distracting. I tried again, determined to get it right this time, but the truck sputtered and jolted. Logan chuckled softly, the sound sending a flutter through me, and when I glanced at him, I caught the playful spark in his eyes.

"Alright, try and—"

But instead of listening to his advice, I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally.

I focused, channeling my telekinesis, and the truck eased forward smoothly, gliding down the path without a single jolt. I couldn't help the smug smile that spread across my face, feeling the rush of satisfaction.

Logan raised an eyebrow, impressed for a moment before realization set in. He turned to me, his expression shifting from amused to knowing. "Oh, come on. Are you really gonna cheat your way through this?"

I tried to keep my expression innocent, but the guilty grin gave me away. "The car's moving, is it not?" I teased, unable to hide the playfulness in my voice.

Logan leaned slightly closer, his eyes narrowing in that way that always sent excitement through me. "Watch the attitude." he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper, and suddenly, the air between us shifted, the playful tension turning heated.

The truck's cabin felt smaller, the space between us charged and crackling. I bit my lip, feeling his eyes linger on my mouth before trailing back up to meet my gaze. His look was intense, dark and hungry, and I could feel the pull of something deeper, something that had been building.

"What attitude?" I shot back, my voice laced with a boldness that even surprised me.

Logan's eyes darkened, a slow, smile twitching on his lips.

I couldn't help but hitch my breath as I saw him lean in to me. Logan's hand slid to the back of my neck slow but firm, pulling me in close, his lips pressing against mine in a kiss that was gentle but also fierce. It was desperate, almost frantic, and I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers tangling in his hair as I melted into him. All the frustration and tension of the day evaporated, replaced by the wild rush of his touch.

The kiss was all-consuming, and every time we kissed, it felt like it was the very first time all over again.

His hands began roaming down my sides, pulling me closer. I climbed over the gear shift between us, straddling his lap, feeling the unmistakable hardness pressing against me as I settled onto him.