Logan

11. Testify

Alex quickly excused himself, leaving Natalie standing in my doorway, her hands shoved inside the front pocket of her Batman hoodie. I cautiously walked towards her, and as soon as I was standing directly in front of her she almost collapsed against me, and my arms wrapped tightly around her back as she completely broke down, quiet sobs wracking her entire body.

I didn't know what to do.

She buried her head against my chest, her own hands moving higher up my back "I'm so sorry Logan..." her voice was so timid, so shaky when she finally pulled away from me, and I ran my hands through my hair before shutting my bedroom door to give us some privacy. Natalie pulled her hoodie over her head, briefly exposing the bare skin of her back and I swallowed, hard, when I saw her scar.

"What can I do?" She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her brown eyes darting around the room and landing on the broken glass that was still scattered across the carpet by my window "That was..." She shrugged as she dropped her hoodie on the ground and walked towards my bed, kicking her shoes off before sitting down "I'm sorry I left before you woke up... I was..."

"I heard you talking to Alex..." Her fingers pulled at a hole in the knee of her pajama pants, and I carefully sat down next to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to me "I understand. I know I can be too much sometimes... and it wasn't your fault I had the nightmare. I'm just... a really fucked up person." Her hands were shaking in her lap, and she turned her face away from me, trying to hide the few tears that had begun to fall.

"You are perfect to me..." I reached my hand up to her chin, my fingers softly wiping away her sadness.
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*Natalie's POV*

"Can I kiss you?" Logan's breath was hot against my cheek, and I nodded at him, my hands instantly moving to his chest as his lips roughly fell upon mine. He finally pulled away, after what felt like an eternity, both of us were breathing heavily, and he moved so he was hovering over me, his waist resting against mine "You really are perfect..." He placed soft kisses along my neckline, at the same time his warm hand moved underneath the bottom of my shirt, his fingers teasing my skin. I gasped into his open mouth when his rough palm brushed over the fabric of my bra, and I wriggled beneath him, his excitement more than obvious as he too shifted his weight before lifting himself completely off of me. Logan smoothly pulled his shirt over his head, his messy hair falling over his eyes before he moved back to the bed.

"You're perfect too..." Logan smirked as he slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it off to the side, and he began kissing slowly down my torso, abruptly stopping just as he got to the top of my pants. His hands made quick work of the white string that held them up, and they were soon tossed off towards where my shirt had landed against his door "Logan..."

It was all I could manage to stutter out as his lips left mine, his fingers pulling at the edge of the only piece of fabric that now stood between us, his own pants and undergarments had been kicked off only moments before.

I didn't feel the need to be embarrassed about how exposed I now was, because I felt totally comfortable around him. The way he was being so gentle, and so careful, asking permission before he did anything...

I wanted him. I wanted to know every part of him, just as he wanted to know every part of me.

"Are you sure you..." He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes glancing up and down my naked form. I probably wanted what was about to happen more than he did...

"Please..." It came out as nothing more than a breathy moan, and Logan nodded as he pulled a silver condom packet out of the drawer of his nightstand, quickly slipping it over himself before pulling me closer to the edge of the bed, his mouth hanging open just barely as he positioned himself between my legs.

"Shit..." I bit my lip as he slowly entered me, my body was trembling as I gripped tightly to his forearms, and he hesitated when I couldn't help myself from groaning under my breath as my body struggled to adjust to his "I'm fine..."

Logan then began to move, very slowly, like he was terrified of hurting me, and it was only when my hands moved up to his shoulders, my fingers feeling the way every muscle in his body was working, that he quickened his pace, but just barely.

He knew we both needed this moment to last as long as possible.

With each slow roll of his hips, I allowed myself to become more lost in the moment and the absolute pleasure that I was experiencing. I allowed myself to revel in the way he hadn't let his hands stop touching me, his fingers exploring every inch of my bare skin as he continued to slowly move in me.

He let out a low groan when my fingers softly pulled at the ends of his hair, and he then buried his face in the hollow of my neck, his lips leaving marks on my skin "I..." Logan nipped at my ear, causing me to whimper in response "I love you..."

It was only a whisper, but as soon as what he'd just said registered in my mind, I couldn't stop myself. My hips began to buck and match his rhythm... His stubbly chin dug into the skin on my shoulder, as his thrusts became harder, and faster, and my eyes closed as I felt myself coming closer to the edge of release. It wasn't going to be long now...

"Look at me..." He softly kissed my forehead, and as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the way he was studying me, my entire body seemed to melt... the feeling was overwhelming, and his hips moved once more against mine, his lips muttering my name into the pillow underneath my head as he trembled against me "Fuck..." Logan collapsed against my chest, both of us struggling to catch our breath, and my hands finally left his body, falling to the mess of sheets and blankets beneath.
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"Did I do this?" We were now laying next to each other, and his fingers traced along my neckline where light bruises were already beginning to appear. His gentle touch, his genuine concern... it was something I had never experienced before. His brow furrowed when I didn't immediately answer him, and he pulled his hand away from my neck and up to my face, his thumb running across my cheek "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... I got a little carried away."

"You didn't." I leaned up and placed my lips against his, my fingers tracing down his back as he hovered over me, his waist resting against mine which was now covered only by a sheet "I just... bruise really easily." I winced, shifting beneath him, and Logan sighed before his hand moved back to my lower neck, his fingers spreading out against me "It made it that much harder to hide what he was doing to me." A shadow of anger crossed over his face, and he lifted himself off of me, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed.