Logan

32. I Need You

*Natalie's POV*

I was still thinking about Damien kissing me on the cheek. Didn't he realize that if Logan saw that, it would make him insanely jealous? It was strange, when he'd gotten close to me every time we shared some sort of intimate space, I wasn't threatened. I didn't immediately recoil, and part of it scared me.

When we'd gotten back to the house, I locked my door as I found a band t-shirt and some clean pajamas to change into. I'd also called the doctor, and asked if it was alright if I didn't wear the brace for a few hours since it was bothering more than helping me at this point...

She had luckily said it was alright, on the condition that I would visit her office in the morning so she could check things out.

I had a few missed texts and calls from Logan, wondering when I was going to be back at the house. He hadn't said much to Damien yet, but the fact that Damien went back to his house was hopeful, right?

At least I thought he did, until I peaked in Alex's room and saw him and Damien sprawled out on Alex's bed playing video games on the console. I ignored them for a short while before hearing a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it!" Alex ran past the kitchen towards the door, opening the door in his boxers and t-shirt to reveal the pizza delivery guy. He looked to be around our age, and gave Alex some serious side-eye as Alex handed him a $20 and quickly scooted back down the hallway into his room. I decided to find some leftovers, not knowing the pizza was intended for all of us, until I heard Damien's soft voice.

"Hey, I thought you were going to have some pizza?" I turned and was immediately wowed. How he managed to make pajamas look fashionable was beyond me. He was decked out in a black tank top with some grey sweats and a black kerchief around his neck. Damien shuffled past me to find the paper plates and cutlery, piling some napkins onto them. "Come in Alex's room, we kind of moved on from the games. We're going to be watching a movie, wanna join?"

Before I could say yes, I heard Alex yell, "GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE SIS! WE'RE WATCHING MOVIES!"

"We've got pizza, Tali, come on." Damien grinned, giving an eyebrow rise before walking off back to Alex's room. 'Tali?' Our friendship was quickly morphing into nickname territory, and I had to get confirmation.

"Did you just call me Tali? Like 'tally' or 'telly' from Sesame street?" Alex's eyes darted to Damien, who was trying to balance a slice of pizza with the slush he was still drinking.

"Uh, well it probably sounds like 'telly' but everyone says 'Nat' like it's normal. I'm not like everyone, so is it okay if I call you 'Tali' or am I forbidden?" Damien's eyes were begging for it to be okay, "I mean I'm not usually a non-nickname person."

"I like it. Tali...okay." I nodded, leaning over to steal a slice of pizza and a napkin. "Better scoot over, I want to watch this too." We all somehow fit onto Alex's bed, with Alex and I at the end, and Damien in the middle. We watched 'The Wedding Planner,' '27 Dresses' and finally Damien chose 'The Wedding Singer' as an 'ironic ode' to tonight. I'd looked over twice to see Alex tearing up during 'The Wedding Planner' and Damien during '27 Dresses.' Thankfully, the last movie made us all laugh.

By the time the movies were over, we'd demolished the pizza, and Damien had finished his slush. Somewhere in all of it, we'd all drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, we were in a three way spoon, me being the smallest spoon. I felt Damien's arm draped over mine and looked over to see Alex's hand on Damien's belly. Looking at the clock, it showed '2:00' and I shook Damien awake. He blinked a couple times before looking down to see Alex's hand.

"Oh, hello." He laughed quietly, carefully draping Alex's hand away from him. When we both moved off the bed, Alex was still. Only the sounds of his breathing filled the room, and Damien pulled the blanket he'd been cuddling with over him.

We cleaned up what we could without making noise, and I shuffled back into my room. Damien stood outside my door frame, watching me get back into my bed.

"Natalie, I had a lot of fun. Thanks for letting me crash here tonight."

"Why didn't you go back home?" I wondered.

Damien shrugged, "I wanted to, but being down in the basement felt lonely. Plus, Logan and Scarlet were there and I felt that I wasn't wanted. Logan waved 'bye' but that was about it when I made my way out the door."

My eyes widened, "Logan. I forgot to answer his calls and texts..." I smacked my forehead, rummaging around my room to find my phone. There were only a few more texts, and one voicemail that simply said, 'hey, call me when you can' which was sort of worrying to me.

I said my goodnight to Damien before putting on some slippers and quickly walking down to his house. When I made my way into his room, Logan was still sitting up, writing in a journal. His light was the only one on in the house, his guitar lay inside it's open case, and his speaker was playing at it's lowest setting. I closed the door behind me, his bedroom was so cozy and after walking there, his bed was warm. I settled in next to him as he finished the few lyrics he'd been writing down before putting it back in his bedside drawer and turning to face me.

"Hey, it's late. Why are you still up? Did you just finish performing?"

I shook my head, "Alex wanted a family night in, so we watched some movies."

He nodded "Damien was there?" There was a slight hint of irritation in his voice.

"Yeah, we watched a few movies and had pizza. No big deal."

"Why didn't you invite me?" His face said it all.

"I forgot, I'm sorry." I kissed his cheek, "Don't feel bad. It was mostly chick flicks, and some Adam Sandler at the end." Logan's grimace told me I was probably off the hook.

"Besides, I'm here with you now." Logan laid down, tugging me closer to him. I was greatly aware by how close he was by how he nudged his leg between mine.

He kissed me, his actions hungry and wild. I placed my hand on his cheek, pulling him closer with my other arm. Soon he was on top of me, kissing down my neck and all the way down my torso, even gently biting at my shirt before reaching the top of my pajamas.

"I need you."

Three words, and I was his.

We rarely embarked on this level of intimacy, we'd only done it a few times since getting together.

I was engulfed in his touch, the sheer feeling of his tongue exploring everywhere enough to send me over the top, and more than once.

My fingers pulled at his hair as he pulled away and wiped the back of his hand across his swollen lips, and I felt a blush creeping over my cheeks when he pulled his shirt over his head.

The rest of our clothing came off in spurts of gasps and moans.

The feeling of him inside me, pulsing in and out, it was pure bliss. The sounds that he let out were... almost carnal in nature.

When we finally settled down, I fell asleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek, and the feel of his fingers delicately toying with the ends of my hair.