The Wolverine & The Black Cat

51 // Mutants in Love

C H A P T E R   51 :   M U T A N T S   I N   L O V E

WARNING: Explicit sexual content ahead (yes, they're insatiable)

"I know they say that the space between
Can make it stronger than we've ever seen
They might be right but I disagree
'Cause I've never felt stronger than when you're with me
Sometimes I wonder why you even care
'Cause even when I leave you're always there with me
And like a candle makes a brighter place
This mark you've made on me can't be erased

I've stood alone and I've fallen down
Your hands were there to pick me off the ground
Sometimes I cry because I can't believe
Your love is big enough to cover me
Sometimes I've wondered if you're even there
But when I feel far away you meet me there
And like a candle makes brighter place
This mark you've made on me can't be erased"

Logan's POV

When I woke up, I thought I was dreaming, feeling the sun peeking through the windows and her body against mine, one of my arms sneaked around her waist, her back glued to my chest. Then a smile dawned on me, a real smile for the first time in too long as memories from last night poured down on me, how she smelled of orchids and cinnamon, how her lips gave me caramel and vanilla, how her skin tasted like exotic spices that got spicier the farther I went down.

My grasp on her body tightened and she snuggled against me in her sleep, all of her looking like an angel that fell from the skies, her light hair spread across the pillow like a halo, her breathing peaceful and serene.

Shivers ran down my back from the intensity of the reminiscences, from how human and godly it had all felt. Animals weren't supposed to love, just crave. But I loved her – more than I thought I could, probably more than I should, much more than she thought I did.

I couldn't verbalize it, not in words, so I had done everything in the previous night to show her. My lips slid over her left shoulder blade, where tattooed birds were flying away, my eyes closing as I remembered the feeling of her skin under my fingertips, the sensation of her nails scratching down my back, the way our claws had touched and eclipsed again.

I hadn't come for this trip with any of this in mind, and yet nothing felt as right. I had never thought in a million of years I would be holding her like this, feeling her flesh against my flesh with nothing in between us, and yet here we were and I couldn't imagine anything better, as if this, her, what she gave me last night, was the thing I had lived so long for. She gave my immortality meaning, and humanity.

"You're smiling against my neck, you know." She said, her voice low and drowsy and yet enough to set me on fire. "I can feel it."

"Can you feel this?" I asked, making my mouth slid across her shoulders while our legs intertwined under the sheets and my fingers wandered over her body with no hurry.

"Logan..." She murmured, her body shuddering against mine. "We already broke one bed last night, don't make me break another one."

She pointed with her chin towards the other bed in the room, all wrecked and undone, and my lips opened on her skin in a smile at the remembrance.

"Not my fault these damn beds are so fragile."

"Yeah, blame the beds." She said, her tone falsely angered. "The truth is you slammed into me so harsh last night I smashed the headboard with my hands and you fucking broke the bed underneath us."