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[28 Sep 2010|11:19am]
Well, this was something I am not used to feeling. Gotta say I'm a little nervous about seeing her again. So much time has passed, she doesn't really seem like the same Selene. Heartbreaking really. She's not looking for anything but friendship, that's fine. Guess that's why I'm so nervous, if it were purely physical wouldn't have to really worry about much, what I've gotten used to over the years. Hell, can't remember the last time I actually had a deep, meaningful conversation with a woman.

Okay, that's a lie. It was her. Since her the women in my life lasted one night, most the time not even the whole night. Couldn't put myself out there to be hurt again. Too hard putting myself back together.

Started remembering stuff about my past, was still dealing pretty heavily with all of it too. But this wasn't about me, it was about her. Feelings don't die. Not for me. Don't matter how much space is put between me and something I care about. She didn't feel the same and I'd learn to live with it.

I walked in the bar and sat down, waiting for her. This was going to be interesting, if nothing else.
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What if.... [02 Aug 2008|08:25pm]
[ mood | amused ]

A untold scene in the history of Logan.Collapse )

get in the cage!

[22 Jul 2008|08:29am]
I was in deep shit. In more ways than one. But at the moment, only one mattered. Selene was pissed and for some reason I was sure it was more at my 'don't wait up' comment than it was about Fury. What the fuck did I need to do? Flowers, yeah not gonna work on her. Hell nothing would work on her. Except for honesty.

I stood pacing outside the door to their room for the last hour wondering how I was going to approach this. So I knew she could hear me inside, probably forming her own brand of attack. More than likely she was gonna do that calm cool collected thing that really freaks me out because that meant she was really fucking mad. Just once I wish she'd go fucking berserk, yell, scream, hit me. Knew it wouldn't happen though. She knew what was effective, and fighting me literally wasn't effective at all. It'd only suffice in me getting what I wanted and her screaming in pleasure when I won the fight. And I would. That was an inevitability.

No, that was why she did the calm and collected thing. Because it pissed me off and I never knew what to expect when she was acting like that. The woman was a viper, a deadly fucking viper and when she acted like that it did nothing but drill that fact home. Was I going to admit to her that she scared me at times like that? Hell no. Did she probably figure that out already on her own. More than likely.

The woman was smart, she fought a psychological battle with me and she was damned good at it. So I stopped pacing and stood in front of the door, staring at it. What were the chances she'd be laying in that bed wearing nothing but some sexy little lingerie and a smile? I shook my head, there was no chance of that. Deciding to just bite the bullet and accept my fate. I pushed the door open and went inside, slipping the do not disturb sign on the door. Because nobody needed to be bothering them for a while and not for the usual reasons that sign was on the door.

"Darlin', I'm back." I slipped my jacket off and moved through the room cautiously. It was rather dark inside.
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[08 Jun 2008|12:38pm]
I was sick to death of this hiding out bullshit like I was afraid of that green eyed bitch. Couldn't do it anymore, I was way too restless. Selene was out, checking into a lead she had on Markus, leaving me alone to ponder things. Well lemme tell ya, pondering gets boring really quick. Grabbing my jacket I pulled it on and headed out the door, keys to a bike I recently acquired in a cage fight in hand.

The doorman at the hotel knew me by name now and we exchanged pleasantries.

"Tell her not to wait up."

It was time to dig a little deeper about whoever The Hand was and this Von Strucker character. Something told me I was in deep shit, like waist deep, maybe even more. No sign of the ninjas as of late, or the chick with the sword. I hit the pavement and started to walk, heading back to my little hole in the wall above the fish market to gather my papers. Didn't take me long to get there, it was as if the scent alone was my guide.

I nodded to the guy that owned the fish market and headed up, packing everything away. Just as I was in the middle of getting everything I caught a whiff of something. My nose twitched as I took too more quick inhales. The scent was familiar, yet I'd never smelled it before. At least not to my recollection. Someone was here and as soon as that thought entered my mind my claws triggered and slide out. That noise of metal being unsheathed that I was familiar with, the only sound in the room.

"Put your toothpicks away Logan, you don't scare me."

Oh this fucker was asking for it. Hiding in shadows in my own home and then talking to me like we were pals. Yeah well I didn't have any of them. Well except one, but this guy definitely wasn't German and I doubted he had a blue spaded tail and could transport.

"You got just about two seconds before I filet you open. So I'd start talkin' bub. Or runnin'."

God how I was hoping for the latter, needed a good workout. All this dickhead did was chuckle. A moment later he stepped out of the shadows and I took in his uniform. Military, now I really hated him. But I didn't make a move, sizing him up, giving him a good once over. But then I saw the eyepatch and smiled, not really sure whyy, but this guyw as familiar to me. Wasn't sure I liked him though.

"Please, tell me I'm the one that did that to your eye."

There was a bit of a cocky sneer on my face. He definitely didn't look amused.

"We need to talk. Someone more private and secure. There's a car outside in the alley. Let's go. I can tell you what you need to know at Strucker and The Hand. Don't ask questions, just follow."

He didn't give me a second glance and walked out the door. Sometimes I cursed my curiosity, but he knew something and I was confident if he turned out to be not on my side I could take him. So I followed, met him in the car and we left. This guy wasn't kidding, there was every gadget I had ever seen and a whole lot I'd never seen in just the car. He didn't speak but drove, slicing through traffic until we arrived at a building that we drove under.

So maybe this guy could either help or kill me. Time would only tell. Damn was she gonna be pissed if I wasn't at that hotel when she got back. I quickly checked my cell phone, yup still got signal.
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Fan fic. [16 Apr 2008|12:25am]
If you don't like Logan being tortured, or emotional, this story is not for you. Don't say I didn't warn you.Collapse )
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[13 Apr 2008|05:26pm]
I only slept a little while. There was too much on my mind. Getting up from the bed I brushed a kiss against her forehead, crossing the floor to the window. I leaned my arm against the top frame of the window, staring out over the city. That sword was stuck in my mind, there had to be some importance to it. I knew I'd seen it somewhere before, just wasn't quite sure where.

Heard a rustling behind me and looked over my shoulder at the vision laying in the bed. Damn was she beautiful, and all I wanted. But there was something I had to do. I had to find out what all this shit with the ninjas was about, and that blade. Turning I crossed the room and pulled my clothes on. Gently I stroked the back of her hair and smiled. I'd be back, she'd know that.

Shrugging my jacket on I left the room quietly, going in search of some information that might help me figure out what the hell was going on. More importantly, why did it seem to be centered around me? Once I was outside I put a cigar between my teeth and started walking, stuffing both hands in my pockets. Needed to rattle some cages.

May not know much about myself, but there's one thing I did know. I was born to rattle cages. Just had to find the right ones to shake up. There were a few places I knew of I could possibly find a leak of information from. I'd visit them first, get the information I needed and be back before she even woke up. Hopefully. Somehow though, I knew there was a flaw in that plan. Hell, knowing her she's already up and tailing me. The woman knew how far to stay back to not alert my senses. That wasn't a good thing, not for someone like me that liked to be a loner at times.

Would I give her up to have that luxury back though? A snowballs got a better chance surviving in hell than that ever happening.
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A long awaited date. [24 Feb 2008|11:56am]
[ mood | anxious ]

As soon as she left I was making calls. Wasn't gonna take her anywhere without a ride. Thought about a limo, problem with that someone else driving, big back seat we'd never get out of the car. My girl liked sports cars. That much I knew, so after making a couple calls I found a sleek silver Shelby. It was waiting for me outside by the time I got out of the shower, a little Asian girl of about fourteen was knocking on my door, had a tux for me in a zipped up bag. I gave her a nice tip and thanked her in her language.

Now I was getting dressed, trimmed my hair some, made the chops a little neater. Didn't do cologne, never was the type for it. Besides she seemed to love my untainted scent. The shoes.. well they weren't exactly my cup of tea, so I opted for my black boots instead. Not too shabby at all.

I looked at the address on the card and got into the small sports car, heading to her hotel. Thirty minutes left, she had plenty of time to finish getting ready. The traffic wasn't half bad tonight, but after being here so long I knew the short cuts and back alleys like the back of my hand.

Got to the hotel with ten minutes to spare, I asked the person at the front desk to let her know I was there and waited in the lobby by some obscenely huge fountain. If I went up to that room we wouldn't be leaving it and I was intent on taking her out. Shoulda done this back in L.A. Going to vampire clubs and hunting did not classify as a date, not by any means.

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Musing [20 Feb 2008|11:36am]
[ mood | angry ]

Home, or at least the equivelant to that here. It's a little hole in the wall place above a fish market. Lovely aroma in the air, I'll tell you that. It was completely different than the city here. There were lanterns up and down the streets, little markets like you saw on tv. The scents though, authentic. Not like that shit they have back in the States.

There's a couple boxes of food on the table near the couch where I'm currently sleeping. Didn't bring women here, nobody came here. The floor creaked when you walked on it, the roof leaked in spots. Hell the ceiling looked as though it might cave in and through the window to the east there was an unmistakeable scent of fish coming through it. The most surprising part of it all though, no roaches. Shocked me.

My little black and white tv in the corner on a milk crate flickered and flashed. I'm not getting up to get better reception. Occasionally I'll reach over to grab some of whatever's in that box of food. Another smaller object, probably the most high tech and up to date piece of equipment in that place was sitting beside all the papers and boxes of food. My cell phone. Adam called me once in a while. Poor kid, he sounded so lost. Got those obligatory calls telling me I was approved for credit cards I didn't even sign up for.

Few hang up calls, few blocked or restricted numbers. Other than that, nothing. Not that I was expecting anything. I just stared at it on occasion, lost in a daze, much as I was now. Had the same number I always had, surprisingly I got service way the hell over here too. Again, no women got that number, I had no strings and no attachments. A loner, a wreckless wanderer.

The papers on the table beside it were all what I'd managed to find on Strucker and what I found out was an organization he founded. The H.A.N.D Only answers I didn't have was why was he after me? But I'd done something to piss this guy off, that much was obvious. I doubted they sent so many on one mission of a random person. No, this guy knew me, knew what I was capable of. And that didn't set well with me.

I set the food aside and folded my hands behind my head, gazing out the crack in the roof at the night sky. Anything to keep my eyes off that damned phone. I should get up, go get a drink or thirty, find some company and then come back here when the sun came up to sleep. But I didn't feel like it, had too much shit on my mind and honestly I was tired of all of it. Just wanted to relax, but even that was proving stressful.

Last I talked to Adam he told me he had a feeling, something was wrong with her. Okay, so what the hell was he calling me for? Poor kid's a love sick puppy, can't get over her, can't move on. Damnit he could at least have some dignity and try and decent job of faking it. Was I over her? No. Was I gonna sit around pining over her anymore? Hell no. She made her choice, did what she deemed best for herself. So I was doing the same.

My version of what's best for me just happened to lead to the bottom of countless bottles and sneaking out of strangers beds once they fell asleep. Was it healthy? Probably not, but then again do I really have to worry about my health? Was it sane? Again, probably not, but I'm not exactly the poster boy for sanity. Was it lonesome? Abso-fuckin-lutely. But, easier to live with then just letting one day bleed into the next. At least I was doing something.

I don't know how to be anything else anymore. I'm not one of those bleeding hearts or emotional guys that's gonna sit around writing poetry and crying. Or listening to music that makes me want to slit my wrists. Hell if I did that the only fun it'd be would be to count the seconds til the wounds closed up.

After a while, you get used to lonely. It becomes who you are. Feeling fades into the distance until it's nothing but air. The past becomes something you wonder if you fabricated just to have something happy to look back on. A loving touch becomes the most painful thing you can ever remember. Sweet words become a bitter taste in your mouth. Every heartbeat you begin to despise, Until the pain fades and the anger takes over. What comes after that, I don't know. Haven't gotten past the anger yet. But I'm working on it.

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And the plot thickens. [20 Feb 2008|09:53am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Seems I've made enemies in Japan, long before I ever got here. Walking around one night, minding my own business when out of nowhere buncha damned ninjas surrounded me. They said something, but all I caught through all the alcohol in me was a couple of words "Strucker and The H.A.N.D." Now I have no idea what any of this shit meant. It didn't help they were speaking in Japanese. I understand it, but hell it's hard enough keeping up with English when I have enough sake in me to take down a dozen sumo wrestlers.

But apparently they didn't like that I wasn't complying. Didn't have any intentions of meeting anyone named Strucker or whoever this H.A.N.D was. I think when my claws appeared they understood that. They cme at me and at first I took a couple of punches and kicks here but pretty soon, I started to move, in ways I didn't even know I was capable of. I heard a noise behind me, metal slicing through air. A noise that is unmistakeable to me for obvious reasons.

What really shocked me was that when my blades met that one it didn't break or slice through it. This was going to be an interesting fight. I turned to face my attacker, covered head to toe in black, the sword gleaming. The rest of them seemed to back off, forming a circle, make shift ring around us. Maybe they knew me better than I thought.

Staring my opponent down we circled each other, his sword held defensively yet he seemed relaxed. I was getting antsy and really hated this whole showdown bullshit. So I approached, which my version of approach is not subtle or slow. I came at him fast, my claws being met by the blade and from there it turned into a dance, our music the clanking of our blades. Sparks flew with the intensity of the fight, the force of the blows. I hadn't felt this alive.. hell possibly ever. Not that I could remember.

Our dance went on for what seemed like hours, but in actuality I know it was only moments. The lithe form and grace of my opponent didn't escape me. This guy was good, but not good enough. Sweat started seeping through my clothes, the cuts I'd gotten healing, leaving only blood behind. Finally after every blow being blocked I heard a noise of pain and grinned when I saw the blood on my claws from where they'd made contact at his thigh.

They circle started to get closer, but suddenly stopped when my opponent barked a command. That made my brow raise. Honorable. Something you didn't find much of these days. I found an opprtunity and wound my claws through the blade of his sword, flinging it to the ground. My claws disappeared. Now both of us were weaponless. But this time he was on me first, moving so fast I barely saw or heard it. But damn did I feel it.

Finally I got him off me and held him down. I wanted to see my attacker. Reaching down I pulled the mask off and stumbled back in surprise. A woman, long black hair, pale skin, and green eyes, Definitely different for someone of Orient decent. My surprise was obvious on my face and she kicked me off. I landed heavily, still in a daze. They moved like ghosts, departing quickly. She was the last to leave, her hair a tail of ebony in the air. We'd meet again.

I got up and dusted off. That fight had ignited some old memories, ones I fought to push back. Dressed in black, holding a sword, moving so gracefully. Damnit. Why couldn't she leave me the fuck alone? She left me, but she won't stop haunting me.

But then there was the fight, it was exhilirating. Never felt adrenaline run through me like that. It was euphoric, the closest thing to an actual high I've ever felt. I needed to get the hell out of Japan and fast, something was coming after me and whatever it was, wasn't good. Whoever this Strucker was, something in my body told me it was bad news and I needed to know what The H.A.N.D was.

Answers. I needed them and I needed them fast. Still, there was a voice in the back of my head telling me not to be stupid and get the hell out of Dodge. Fortunately for me, I never was one accustomed to listening to voices. Even if they did sound like someone I didn't want to remember.

get in the cage!

Japan [18 Feb 2008|01:42pm]
[ mood | moody ]

WARNING!: This is NOT happy fuzzy stuff here. It is quite brutal in fact in an emotional way. He's got shit to get off his chest that's been stewing a while and well that's just what he is doing. Again, if you think your muse is going to be effected by his bluntness and his feelings you probably shouldn't read this.

He's angry, he's mean and he is not holding back. You've been warnedCollapse )

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Post LA [17 Feb 2008|01:10am]
[ mood | cold ]

Driving. Don't think I've stopped since I left that fucking city. It's been a non-stop chain smoking cigars and drinking booze and anything else of alcohol substance I could get my hands on. I haven't settled down anywhere, didn't go back to WestChester. Nothing for me there either.

For some reason I found myself right back at that damned god forsaken piece of land known as Alkali. The dam was gone except a small jagged piece of it peeking through the surface. I knew the horrors that lay well below the surface. The lab, hell that pain seemed like a piece of cake compaired to the shit I'd gone through more recently.

I've driven across the country, stopped in a few states and then his Canada. Every town there was a bar, a couple fights and a bed with a warm body. Never remembered their names, just made sure they didn't look like her. No pale skin, no dark hair. That was my rules. I wouldn't imagine her, I wouldn't mistakenly see her just because of some miniscule resemblance.

Thank god they never wanted to cuddle afterwards, probably because I got a little too rough and they wanted to just get the hell away from me afterwards. To be honest, I didn't give a damn, still don't. It wasn't even the Wolverine, it was still me. Logan. Just a darker, brooding side of me. I didn't feel anything anymore. Just the desire to inflict pain to numb my own.

It'd dwindled down to a dull ache from the agonizing, seering pain that went through my entire body before. I wasn't haunted by her everytime I slept anymore. But that's probably because I don't sleep.

One night kept going through my head though. When she found me after what I'd done to myself. How I wish I wouldn't of done that. Still had a few scars from it. Guess it was too much for my healing factor to handle. Fuck, I ripped myself to shreds. How I wish she hadn't found me.

The days don't make sense anymore, time has no real meaning, on day just leaks into the next. Don't know how long it's been since I left, since I saw her face. I try to convince myself I've forgotten about her, can't remember the sound of her voice, how her hands felt on me, the sound of her laugh. But it's all a lie. I remember every single damned thing. No matter how hard I try not to. Can't say how many times I've prayed for another bout of amnesia.

She's better off without me. I'm a moody son of a bitch and hell I probably wouldn't of stayed faithful. It's just not in my nature. Least that's what I keep telling myself to make it through. Mystique would have a helluva time with me right now. I don't even want to think about it.

Finally I stop, not sure where the hell I am, snow's starting to fall outside. I roll the cigar betweem my lips around with my tongue. Closing my eyes I rest my head against the steering wheel. Outside I can hear wolves howling, it would annoy most people, but it was music to my ears.

To live like that again, no human feelings, just sheer animal instincts to go on, it'd be nice. But even in the wild, something sooner or later would remind me of her and it'd start all over again. I needed to let her go, for the sake of my own sanity.

After what seemed like hours when in reality it was only moments I sat back up, put the truck in gear and started to drive. I had one destination. The airport. To get as far as fucking possible away from everyone and everything I knew. I'd had memories of Japan, maybe I'd go there. Anything had to be better than this.

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[19 Jul 2007|10:25am]
[ mood | pleased ]

Logan sat by the fire, the kids were asleep. Selene was in their room, sleeping. He was alone, the fire going even though it wasn't really needed.

He sat in front of it, leaned against the sofa, a bottle of finely aged whiskey beside him. There was paper on his lap, pen in his hand.

Darlin',

I know we've had some rough times as of late. There's nothing I can do or say to make up for them. But my love for you has never faltered once or faded. Somehow it's only grown stronger. I can't appologize enough for the house. I don't know how to explain it, just felt like without you there I couldn't live there. I felt suffocated and the only way to breathe was to tear it down.

It was only a house though, or memories are what made it a home. We made it a home. I see my future in your eyes. With every beat of my heart I love you more and more. I think about the night our daughter was born, the pain you went through and I realized, I'm weak compaired to you. You're incredible darlin'. And I don't think you realize that at all.

I can heal, withstand things, but you can do so much more. You stood against death to have our daughter and son. Youv'e faced everything imagineable to have the things you want, to be with me and our children. And damn, you've dealt with me. That's a miracle no one else has ever been able to do. I was sure one day I'd run you off, or you'd of had enough of my bullshit. But no, you stick it out.

You face my memories, the women of my past that I don't even know about. I've dealt with what happened with Adam. Even had it gone further I would of forgiven you and moved on. Though I can't guarantee he'd still be alive.

There is no one in this world I want to be with, only you. And I'll fight whatever I have to to remain where we are. I'm yours forever darlin'. That's a promise.

Love Always,
Your husband.


He got up and went upstairs. He placed the letter on his pillow and headed back out. It was dark outside. He went out on the wrap around porch and grinned when the dogs joined him. He lit a cigar and listened to the noises of the night.

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A random Logan rant [09 Jul 2007|11:51pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

"People that wear sunglasses indoors annoy the fuck out of me. What could you possible need them for inside? The sun isn't going to follow you in. Hint, it doesn't make you look cool, it makes you look like an idiot. It's almost as bad as people wearing them to funerals. Hello, you're mourning, everyone knows you're gonna cry. It's just dumb.

Oh and what pissed me off more is dumbasses that wear sunglasses, in and out doors at NIGHT! That is all."

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For his story at tenebrae_nostro This is just gonna be a little fun [01 May 2007|10:39am]
[ mood | amused ]

Logan walked into the beach house, a cigar dangling from his mouth, a case of beer in both hands. Glancing around the house he sniffed. What the hell was that?

He knew Selene had a new guest, but neither he nor Adam had seen him once. Walking through the house he set the cases on the kitchen table and walked into the living room. The sight he was greeted with was a rather surprising one.

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[10 Feb 2007|11:13am]
[ mood | happy ]

The flight to Disney hadn't been a long one. He told King they shoulda just taken the Blackbird, but oh no they had to be "inconspicuous" as King had put it. They coulda landed right inside the park and in stealth mode never even been detected.

But now here he was in this luxurious hotel suite and it was nice. Something about the place just made someone happy. He stood in the window with his daughter in his arms, her facing the window so she could look out.

"What do you think about all that pun'kin?"

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Following his story for tenebrae_nostro [15 Jan 2007|12:20am]
[ mood | calm ]

Her arms around him felt better than anything had in a long damned while. He just kept driving and driving, until he reached the only place he thought of as home. The woods. It wasn't the most fancy place there was, but he liked it and it was him.

He parked the bike and got off, helping her down and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair softly. He needed her like he needed air to breathe.

"I had to get out of there and I wasn't leaving without you darlin'."

He was at peace with her there, in his arms, safely where she should be, it was all that mattered.

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Pic post! Enjoy [12 Jan 2007|10:19pm]
[ mood | dirty ]

Please credit if you take, comments are nice, like to know who's using my work. Enjoy!

17 Wolverine
15 Hannibal King
21 Wentworth Miller



So man men, so very little time, but oh so many pics!Collapse )

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[11 Jan 2007|12:48pm]
[ mood | dirty ]

He'd watched her all day, doing meaningless little thinks around the house and outside. The way she walked and moved. The glint in her eye, the curve of her mouth when something made her smile. The careful little way she did the most meanial task.

Then there were other things, like her legs. Those long slender columns of muscle that he loved to have wrapped around him. The gentle curve of her ass, just begging to be grabbed. Her hips, the way they swayed when she walked and he doubted she even realized it. Moving up her body there was the jut of her breasts, slowly getting more nad more fuller. That was something he'd missed out on with the last pregnancy. King always talked about the change in Abigail's body when she was pregnant, and he was envious of how King watched her during that time. He didn't get the oppritunity with Selene, but this time he was.

He'd missed out on it all, the cravings, the changes in her. This time he wasn't going to take it for granted.

His feet were resting on the coffee table as she cleaned a little. As long as she didn't try to lift anything heavy he let her do what she wanted. Moira said a little activity was good for her and would make the birth easier. Besides, he saw no harm in her doing a little here and there. It made her feel useful since she couldn't hunt at the moment.

Problem was she really hated his feet being on any of the furniture. So he got that look, somewhere between a grimmace and a scowl that he found absolutely adorable and a hundred percent sexy. Licking his lips he looked her over and growled.

"Mmm you've worked enough today darlin'."

Her demeanor didn't change any. And for a brief moment his brain lapsed into a place he tried desperately to keep it out of since she mentioned getting a lap dance. Logans sense of logic wasn't like a normal persons. Not by any means. He didn't think the whole girl on girl thing was hot like most men. Well that is unless of course he knew both women. And ever since she said that his mind had been wandering. Wandering into areas that could get him killed if his wife.. or possibly King ever knew he thought about.

So when those thoughts came up he pushed them way the hell away and steered them in a different direction, one even more dangerous than the previous, but at least this way he didn't have the risk of two people killing him. Or at least trying. While he was happy with his wife in every way he couldn't help but think how fucking unbelievably dirty it would be to have her and a certain blue woman at the same time.

That would amount to some of the hottest, dirtiest and kinkiest sex possibly ever. But then again he knew how Mystique was and she would push the line a little too far, the woman refused to be outdone and truly, no one could out do his wife in his eyes. It wouldn't necessarily even be having them both at the same time, and definitely he wouldn't want them touching each other because quite frankly, he knew Mystique prowess with her tongue when it came to women. The woman didn't mind switching batting teams. No, nobody needed to touch his wife.

He was moreso thinking about doing them each individually and having the other watch. Over and over again. It was enough to make him so hard that the seam of his jeans felt like they would tear, looking over his wife again he growled lowly, seductively.

"Take your clothes off."

It wasn't a request, it was a demand. The door to the deck was open, a gentle breeze flowing through, adding a sense of danger to it.

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Permanent [10 Jan 2007|12:13pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

((Got inspired by the song Hurt, damn me and my listening to Johnny Cash. This is just a ficlet, nothing to do with RP. nothing whatsoever.))

This is very dark, don't know where it came from. But I really like it. Enjoy.

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[02 Jan 2007|01:24pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

"It's really pretty funny and I'm sure you're gonna laugh."

He smiled at her.

"We were fixing the club and decided to head to get some drinks at the Spearmint Rhino. We sat there talking about you and Abigail the whole entire time."

He didn't see a need or reason to lie.

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