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Post by Logan Street on May 10, 2017 16:58:37 GMT -5
 As Luck Would Have It..
He actually rolled his eyes at her ‘once your healed’ bit, but knew she was right. The only thing is, Logan liked to push boundaries and it was a little frustrating that he was so incapacitated. And a little frustrating that Farrah couldn’t just ignore it and kept reminding him. Which, regrettably, was probably a good thing because he’d end up fucking himself over even more. Logan could feel her eyes on him while he washed, and it was a very distracting feeling.
It wasn’t like women didn’t look at him, and not like he ever really felt uncomfortable in his own body. He could easily wrap women around his finger like a shoestring, and would think no better of it. He was confident. He was bravado. And he knew it. Simple as that. The thing was, Farrah had never looked at him like that. Like she could barely control the temptation to jump in with him, and only a small thread of reasoning was holding her back.
When he had decided he wanted her, it wasn’t a knowing thing. He figured it was just hormonal because she was a tough chick, who couldn’t care less whether or not he lived or died. It was a challenge at first. A challenge he wanted to win. And she played the game back, which was completely new to him. He’d figured all he wanted was sex, but then when they had… he still wanted her. Now that was definitely new to him. And then he figured that hey, maybe he just wanted her to look at him with something more than disdain and it would pass like it always did. He’d get bored, or suddenly his interest would disappear like it always did.
Except now no matter how much she touched him he wanted more. Always more. He wanted to make her look at him like that constantly. He felt something new and it was terrifying but he wouldn’t deny just how good it felt to actually have the absolute need to touch someone, hold them, and just show them how amazing they were. Because she was amazing and if she didn’t stop looking at him like that he was going to snap. So, he strolled out of the water and over to her completely naked, as he stood over her with that ever present grin only for her to call him evil. Evil? Evil was having to wait. Logan wasn’t patient, and healing took so much time.
“I don’t cry” He snorted as if the thought was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. Watching her hover with the antiseptic wipes over his wounds but he knew it would hurt like a bitch, but hey getting shot or stabbed hurt a hell of a lot more. Most likely. His hand raised up, and he let his thumb trail over her bottom lip, eyes dropping to her mischievous grin. The thought of kissing her crossing his mind, which instinctively brought him to move a bit closer to her. Trailing his touch along her jaw and down her neck to over her collarbone as his eyes expression danced with a mixture of amusement and desire. “I feel like, you are going to enjoy this too much. Pay back for teasing you maybe?” Then he flashed her a big Logan grin
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 10, 2017 19:47:23 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her eyes narrowed at him when he touched her like that - all soft and demanding at the same time, like he was two seconds away from laying her out. [break][break]
She smacked his hand away. "Stop it, I need to focus," she scolded, and quickly pressed a wipe to the first cut so they'd both focus on his injuries instead of.... everything else that was running through their minds. Hell, with the way they were going, the tenderness he'd shown her in the river would become a thing of the past. She had this instinctual expectation that the moment he thought he was well enough, he'd be quite literally hunting her down. The thought of him coming at her like a freight train was.... heady. She cracked her neck to relieve the tension that was building up there.[break][break]
First wound done, she moved to the next, being as careful as she could. She didn't want to probe too deeply, but knew that she had to get as much crap out of them as possible. "Sorry..," she hissed, as if she felt his pain just as acutely as he did.[break][break]
Finishing up, she put the medical tape across each claw mark, using as few pieces as she could so they weren't wasting supplies. "These look so fucking wimpy. Just... be good so they don't tear open," she warned, eyeing him. On a more serious note, she laid a hand flat over them. "I wish we knew what caused these," she said softly, still not liking that they both had amnesia that seemed to fit very precisely around being inside that forest. Even though she had no actual memory of being in it, she knew they were. Her jaw clenched.[break][break]
Just because he'd teased her, she ran a finger from the edge of his hip, down the V at the front of his pelvis. Flicking her hand away just before she got anywhere good, she spun away with a devilish grin. "Get dressed. We need to-..." she stopped, because she just realized a hitch in their grand plan to get home. "...go south again and circle around," she finished, huffing as she looked down at her bandage. "I can't cross the river here. We need to find more shallow water." Her gaze bore into Styx - that's what the Exterians were calling it, right? What a fucking inconvenient piece of nonsense this planet had come up with.
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Post by Logan Street on May 10, 2017 21:00:27 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Logan barked out a laugh when she slapped his hand away, but didn’t have time to react as she pressed a wipe to the first cut. His jaw clenched his laughter away, and his eyes bore down at her even if she wasn’t looking at him. He distracted himself with his thoughts, as he always did and it was really inconvenient that those thoughts were just about tossing her up against a tree again. Really wanting to make her bite and claw and..She moved onto the second cut and hissed out an apology that brought his attention back to the present.
“I am always good. You know, being all worried about me. I really like that on you.” Logan was glancing towards the river as she put the medical tape over him. His chest was going to be scarred and gnarly, he knew that. It didn’t bother him. A perfect man, such as himself, should never be in shining armor. It meant they were weak as fuck, and Logan was definitely not a weak man. He survived most in his life then anyone else, and with that came badges of honor. Plus,he’d look good with large claw marks over his pecs. When she was done, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before she could pull away from him.
“You can just sit on my shoulders,” As soon as he said it he knew she would dismiss the idea. He’d tear his chest open, or pass out,, or hurt himself in someway and she would not allow that possibility. Even though it was slightly annoying, it was way more endearing and he smiled to himself at the thought. “Let’s get going then.” To where? The thought flickered in his mind before getting pushed away. He pulled on his clothing, decidedly leaving his shirt off as he did not want to deal with pulling it over his head. It didn’t take long before they had everything and Logan made certain to carry his things and would most definitely not let Farrah do it.
He started walking along with her, heading towards where he assumed shallower water would be. He wasn't really certain why they were even moving. Maybe she had somewhere she had to go? If so it felt perhaps like she wasn't sharing some form of a plan.. And did she even want company? Because as far the Farrah he knew, she hated company long term."Yeah, I guess i should probably go see Red..."His eyes were studying her face as he spoke, wondering if she’d show any reaction at all to the idea that he’d separate from her, and also... “Because I still owe her, right Farrah?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 10, 2017 22:34:39 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her head was tipped down, but at his comment her eyes flicked up to see his face. He wasn't looking at her, like he'd said it absently and without realizing. Her lips quirked into a flash of a smirk, which he kissed away a second later. God, he really needed to heal.[break][break]
”Like hell I can,” she immediately retorted, though the way he said it made her think he already knew she'd protest. ”Stop making suggestions that are going to prolong your recovery. I need you better.” Gaze flicking to him knowingly, she raised an eyebrow to silently confirm, yeah, for that. Was she sorry? Not at all. They were both obviously a little too interested in getting in the other's pants again.. ASAP. [break][break]
At the mention of the medic, Farrah's steps faltered. Stopping, she turned to him. ”I'm not trying to get rid of you,” she pointed out, because his tone sounded like a person who had been dismissed and was trying to come up with something to make it seem like leaving was their idea. Eyes flicking to his chest, she added, ”Though it might be a good idea to not be in each other's direct line of sight until you're.. better.” Starting along the river again, her eyes were searching for shallow water as she pointed out, ”And you don't owe her anything. I already paid her, so if she tries to tell you you owe something else, she's even shadier than I thought.” She thought nothing of it, and so admitting it to Logan wasn't anything special. If he paid enough attention, he'd realize the monocular was no longer hanging from her rifle’s strap. But he was a guy, so…[break][break]
”This looks like as good a place as any.” Completely oblivious to any upset on Logan's part, she started to make her way down the bank.
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Post by Logan Street on May 11, 2017 12:19:32 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
When the protest came, which he had completely expected, he simply huffed in response but it was cut short by her followup statement. In that moment he remembered her leaving him by the tree. Her comment indicating she never wanted to do it again, and even then he knew it wasn't true. She fought so hard against wanting him, and now she was so flippant about the fact she couldn't wait for him to get better. No matter how he hated this planet or how much it tried to kill him, something happened in their memory gap to endear her to him and lift her many walls. So, even if he did almost die, he felt he really couldn't complain too much.
She stopped and turned to look at him, instantly and without apology she simply informed him she was not trying to get rid of him. He could not help but think of the irony, as the only reason she was out here is because that is exactly what she wanted to do. This wholw thing started because they were both trying to avoid one another, and now they were returning to the colony area in a completely opposite mindset. He smirked, and although the need to kiss her was overwhelming he stopped himself. This was a vicious cycle and absolute torture. Maybe she was right but he wouldn't admit it.. "I can handle myself. Although I can understand why you may have difficulty, I am a lovely piece of ass"
When you grew up thinking that every favor was the complete opposite, you learned to rely completely on yourself. Even when Ez would do something for him, he always counteracted it with doing something else for her. He did not like to be indebted to anyone. And he did not like the fact Farrah had paid Riley for him. Riley he could handle owing too. It was a back and forth with them, and the medic understood the necessity of not owing anyone anything.
Yet when Farrah oh-so-casually mentioned that she had already paid Riley, his footing halted and he was staring at the back of her head before his eyes scanned over to see the missing piece of equipment. Instantly his jaw clenched. That was, she did not have to do that. Any normal person would see it for what it was, a sign that she cared for him more than the very things she had brought back from Earth, but that was foolish. She had done the same as him, and calculated exactly what she needed to survive and giving up something so grand on his behalf when he could have easily done it himself? First he was weak. Then he had to rely on her to save him. Now she was paying his dues. Talk about a punch to the gut.
The anger was quick to click. She wasn't even paying any attention and heading down the bank while he had stopped at the rop. "Why the fuck would you do that? Whatever I'm just gonna go to Riley and getting it back. That was...What the hell, Farrah." His anger was apparent, vivod over every inch of his face, and he was trying not to raise his voice so it sounded almost ground out through his clenched jaw.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 11, 2017 15:40:25 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]His "I can handle myself" was so completely false that Farrah immediately snorted and had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing in his face. "Mhm," she obviously disagreed, looking him up and down at the rest of his statement. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of responding to that.[break][break]
When his response to her keeping him alive was anger, New, Too-Interested-In-Logan Farrah disappeared. The switch was instantaneous, and - she wasn't going to lie to herself - it put her at ease to realize she could and would revert back to her usual self if pushed. "If you like your tongue where it is, I suggest you watch your fucking tone," she ground out, head turned over her shoulder so he could hear her, but eyes not seeking him out.[break][break]
Ha, oh. That was cute. He was going to just go get it back? Fine. If he wanted to play that game, she was in. Whirling, she whipped her blade from its sheath and chucked it into the ground - her subconscious knowing if it remained on her person, she'd use it on him - before stalking up to him. She got close enough to punch him in his perfect face, but not close enough that she'd forget her purpose and make this sexual. There was a lesson to be learned here, and before they took another fucking step, he was going to get it through his stupid head.[break][break]
"Where I come from, having each other's back is expected, not looked down upon. If you'd like, I'll forget you're being a goddamn idiot and give you another shot at saying thank you, but under no circumstances are you to undo the deal I made," she growled, eyes fiery. "You wanna owe someone? Fine. Owe me." God, it took all her energy to keep both feet on the ground and not kick him in the gut.[break][break]
"And while I owe you exactly zero explanation, did you stop to think that you were dying?" She threw her hands out to the side, because the point was, to be fair, extremely obvious. "And maybe, at that point, I had thought it was a good idea if you, y'know, didn't." Ohh, she could go for daayyss. "But fuck me, right? Next time I'll be selfish and keep all my shit and you can die. Kosher?" [break][break]
Her expression was icy, and she looked at him expectantly. An "Oh sorry, you're right, you're wonderful," would suffice, but if he wanted to have a shit fit about it, she was ready for war.
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Post by Logan Street on May 11, 2017 19:51:05 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Well. Wasn’t she just a ball of fucking fire.
Logan didn’t even flinch when she threw her blade into the ground, but if that didn’t tell him what was to come, the blazing look in Farrah’s eyes sure did. His jaw was clenching so hard, it felt like his teeth would shatter from the pure strength. One hand was at his side, balled into a fist until his knuckles were white. He would not hit her (Well not unless she hit him) but it was more to stop him from losing his cool. The pinching of his fingernails into his own skin was a distraction for him, a way to keep his mind sharp and focused and to create an air of calmness…but for once it most definitely did not work.
“Where I come from, having each others back did not exist. And if you did have to rely on someone, it sure as hell did not last long. They’d just leave you high and dry, abandon you for their own selfish reasons and leave you wondering and confirming that indeed, you should have known better.” Images of Ez flashed in his mind and it seemed to fuel him onwards as he took a slow step. Trust issues much?
When she growled out that he could owe her, it was like a slap to the face. The last thing he wanted was to be indebt to her. Riley? He could manage. It’d been done before and it’d be done again. But the thought of owing to Farrah tied his entire body in knots. As she exclaimed exactly her reasoning for giving her equipment to Red, he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes in her face. The woman was being so fucking blind! Obviously Riley would not have just let him die. She was a bitch, yes, but she wasn’t an idiot and she knew Logan always paid his debts.
Logan had to uncurl his hand, the stiffness in them relaxing slightly before her final statement had him snarl out, moving closer to her without even paying attention. He wanted to shake her. He wanted to walk away. He just wanted her to get that smug look off her face as if she was waiting for an apology for him. Unfortunately, they both were stubborn idiots. “You are so infuriating! How the fuck would you feel if someone you cared about gave up something you knew they loved or needed or..whatever...to help you? Especially when you couldn’t do anything to stop it? You were completely helpless? Huh? You’re telling me..”
All his muscles were taught with tension as if ready to spring. The soldier tried to take a calming breath. Tried, but it came out more of a half growl half scoff than anything. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t do absolutely everything in your power to get it back for them? Somehow I really fucking doubt that--" The name Cassy almost flew out of his mouth like it was an insult, but he snapped his jaw shut just in time to prevent it.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 23, 2017 9:10:28 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]It was clear he was pissed, but at that specific juncture, Farrah didn't give a shit. He had no reason to be angry at her.[break][break]
Aside from that thing where he was probably too proud to accept anyone's aid. Even if he had seemed to be totally fine with it up until this point.[break][break]
Her eyes flicked to his knuckles, blanched from the pressure he was applying to his own hand. When they came back to his face, her lids narrowed for an instant. A flash a sympathy wove through her, but she refused to let it stay. So he didn't have the figurative family unit she'd had; that didn't make it okay for him to be angry with her for doing something selfless. Yeah, she'd really wanted her monoc. She'd brought it here for a reason. But, at that time, it had seemed a small price to pay for saving his life. Now she was reconsidering.[break][break]
"Pretty fuckin' sure I've had plenty of opportunity to leave your ass behind," she pointed out, words acidic.[break][break]
He stepped closer, and she stood her ground because that's what you did in a fight. She wasn't exactly pleased with the idea that he was now close enough to grab her, but her brain was already working on ways to get out of it if he did. Her teeth were bared at him like a cornered animal, and him finally letting loose and yelling only added fuel to the fire. It was her turn to ball her hands into fists, but somewhere in the middle of his ranting Farrah's expression wavered. ..someone you cared about..[break][break]
No - she wouldn't let herself be tamed by that. Snarling in her frustration, she shoved at him with all her might, hands pushing at his shoulders so she wouldn't mar the work she'd done bandaging his chest. "I would be thankful I was being watched after by someone so selfless!" she growled, forcing herself not to take the step needed to close the gap again. "I would think, wow, they think I'm more important than their own possessions." Her nostrils flared.[break][break]
"No, I wouldn't get it back for them, because I wouldn't want to undermine their decision!" Her eyes bore into him, trying to get the point across that that was exactly what he was doing by being such a goddamn ass about this. "And then I'd make sure to prove to both them and myself that it was the right one." Now she did take the step, only so she could shove at him again. "You are so FUCKING ungrateful!"
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Post by Logan Street on May 23, 2017 18:39:16 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Accepting help, and accepting someone sacrificing for him, were two completely different things. How could she not fucking understand that? His teeth felt like they would crack in his jaw, and his eyes flashed in anger as she actually shoved his shoulders which was barely effective. His body was too rigid, almost leaning into it to prevent any stumble. Flashes of her walking away from the first time after cutting his pants open. Just then, by the river before all hell broke out and she marched away from him without a single word. “Yeah. You havehad plenty of opportunity to leave me behind. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you walk away from me more than anyone else. So don’t even fucking mention that”
He had never seen Farrah so angry, but then again he had never been so mind-numbing frustrated before either. “When were you ever thankful when I saved your ass? Cause honestly, from my point of view you couldn’t get rid of my fast enough.” – She let him stay in her cave, but he highly doubted if it wasn’t the Scorch she would have even bothered right then. She was being a hypocrite right then. Maybe that’s why it pissed him off so much. Maybe that, or the Farrah he had grown to know would never have done something like give up her own things to save someone elses skin, at least as far as he was aware.
Images of her arm snapping when she tried to lure the giant fucking alien worm thing flashed in his mind a moment before she stepped towards him and shoved at his shoulders hard. This time he stumbled backwards a little, and was actually a little shocked at the strength behind her maneuver. Even the slight jostle caused a string of pain across his chest, which he easily ignored and instantly went to move forward and shove her back. But he paused and stopped himself just in time. It was different if she shoved him, but he couldn’t do that back to her, not with her broken rib.
You are so FUCKING ungrateful!!
He scowled at her in disgust, his body ready to spring and shove her screaming face away from him so instead he moved back a bit more. Turning away from her and shoving his hands through his hair as if he wanted to rip it out – just so he could do something instead of punching her square in the jaw. “What is the big deal? So I want to get it back for you? Who fucking cares? You saved my life. Thank you. Appreciate it. Now I’m going to get your possession back to you. No harm. No foul. The Farrah I know, would never care if she got her things back. You are just overreacting”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 23, 2017 19:29:22 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her head pulled back at his whiney-ass I've seen you walk away more than anyone else comment, expression making it very clear he was being a pussy. When had she walked away when it actually mattered? Uh... let's see... Never. "You-," she began, but cut herself off because if she kept talking she would absolutely destroy him, and as much as she wanted to win, some part of her realized that if they continued down this road, the past two days they spent together would be wiped out. For the first time in her life, she felt her eyes burning because she was so upset and frustrated and lost that all she wanted to do was scream and cry.[break][break]
Her brow raised as he lifted his arms, apparently ready to shove her in return, but.. didn't. Despite being broken and in no condition to fight, she itched to get this tension out. Throwing down would be the perfect outlet, so why wouldn't he just fucking hit her?[break][break]
Instead, he turned away. For a split second, her heart sank into her stomach, terrified that he was going to leave. The realization chilled her.[break][break]
She stumbled backward, brain flicking back on and analyzing everything that had just transpired. What the fuck was she doing? What was he doing? Why was this even a fight? God, her mind was spinning. [break][break]
"You're right, I don't care if I get it back," she said flatly, flinching minutely at the "overreacting" comment but not looking at him. Her eyes were on the ground, her gaze very far away. "If I am, so are you," she nearly whispered, taking a long time to bring her eyes back to his face. "Just accept the help, Logan. I don't need anything for it, okay?" She'd made a choice - him over a prized possession. And now he was yelling at her for it?[break][break]
Her mind clicked onto something, and her expression became pinched as she looked away. Turning away, she walked back to where she'd thrown her knife. She felt really, really tired, and supposed that's what happened when someone went through nearly a full range of emotions in less than a day - from satisfied to elated to worried sick to angry to... disregarded. Bending to tear her blade from the earth, she held her breath so she wouldn't grunt in pain. Shoving it more forcefully than necessary into its scabbard, she said over her shoulder, "I'm so sorry that the thought of owing me instead of her is so horrifying to you." She swallowed and squared her shoulders. "Forget it happened. I don't need anything from you." It was the last bit of fire she had in her. She'd almost said want, but then she would've been lying. Quieting, she continued, "Go get it from her if you must, but I don't want it back. I don't care what you do with it."[break][break]
Inhaling deeply, shakily, she took a step forward with the intention of crossing the river and probably becoming a blubbering mess somewhere on the other side, but then she'd be walking away from him again, and even as exhausted as she felt, she still had enough pride to prove him wrong in that respect. So she stopped, every inch of her wound so tightly she physically hurt. "Come on, we should get you home."[break][break]
Now she was dismissing him.
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Post by Logan Street on May 23, 2017 19:48:02 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
He knew he should just back down. He knew if he didn’t he’d regret it. But everything in him was so tense, all he wanted to do was lash out and he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t what he was used too. He was not used to caring for someone, or knowing his words could actually injure them. His fists? Sure. Words? He’d never had to care about that before. Why was he being such a fucking asshole over something so small and miniscule?
Her broken word rang out, and he saw the shift in her and it caused a pang in the pit of his stomach. Caused it to twist into a knot and then he truly felt like an ass. The screaming was overwith, and what was replaced was so much worse. Worse than if she just told him to fuck himself and die. The look in her face, the whispered words that he could barely hear and the flinch at his last words on ‘overreacting’.
Yeah, he was overreacting. The tension was spread across his shoulders, but when she apologized to him? Fuck he would have rather she just stab him in the gut than the instant recoil he felt.
Well. Logan sure fucked up.
Why did he care so much if he owed her? Out of Riley and her, wouldn’t it make more sense if he owed Farrah instead? The thought puzzled him, and his brows furrowed as she turned away from him. She looked so defeated. So tired. And…He had no idea what the fuck to do. Especially when her back was turned to him, and he could almost see the emotion deflating from her. Shit. Fuck.
You know that moment when you win an argument but you really don’t and you have no idea how to turn and take it all back? Yeah. That was what he was in. Biting his bottom lip, he felt frozen. Logan never apologized, but either did Farrah. He felt like he wanted her to apologize and yet when she did he felt like he had immediately made a really big mistake. Logan didn’t want to break Farrah. And when she muttered and went silent, he felt like that is exactly what he would do if he didn’t try to fix it immediately.
But how the hell do you fix something like this? Just let it go? Ignore it? Fuck Logan never apologized for anything.
Shit. He wasn’t good at……relationship….type….things. He had exactly two friends in his entire life.
So he did the only thing he could think of, and he moved quickly and abruptly put his arms around her middrift and pulled her against him with a firmness he hadn’t before. She could beat his chest, or just get angry, or just do…nothing. “I’m sorry. I’m an ass. I’m really sorry. I’m an idiot. I know this. I was being an idiot and I will probably be an idiot again. You want to punch me? You can punch me. Or kick me. I’m sorry. I should have thanked you. I just..I’m pig headed. I’m sorry.” just please don’t be all defeated and quiet Farrah He was pressing his face against her hair, and held on tight and just didn’t want her to look so damn sad
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 23, 2017 20:45:04 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]He grabbed her so suddenly that she stumbled back against him, instinctually leaning forward because her natural reaction was to not want to be touched. She panted out a single breath - the type of thing someone who was desperately trying not to cry did. She fucking hated it.[break][break]
She should have torn away from him - she wanted to tear away from him - but her body had a different plan. He started... apologizing, and her tension resolved just enough for her to lean back against him. She forgot to be careful of his chest as she took deep breaths through her mouth, so she could do so quietly. 'Sorry' isn't good enough, she tried to remind herself, but then he kept saying it, rushing the words out like he was afraid she would disappear if he didn't say it fast enough. Funny thing - she would. [break][break]
His face pressed into her hair, and Farrah closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and get back on figurative solid ground. She'd never been in this position before; she had no idea how to deal with it. On one hand, people who got second chances always abused them, in her experience. On the other, hadn't she just scolded him for assuming she was anything like the people of his past?[break][break]
Muscles still strung tight, she physically shook when she next exhaled. Her hand reached up and behind her to rest at Logan's nape, and though she couldn't bring herself to say anything, her fingers pushed into his hair.[break][break]
Uncharted territory really fucking sucked.[break][break]
Her insecurities remained, which drained her more than anything. She'd never had anything that'd been just hers, and she wouldn't fool herself into thinking Logan would be any different. But right then.. She really wanted him to be. Which was why the thought of him doing something for "Red" to get her monoc back made Farrah's skin crawl.[break][break]
Fingertips gripping lightly at his scalp - for her own reassurance that he was, in fact, there - she pushed the gross thought from her head. "Say it one more time," she breathed.
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Post by Logan Street on May 23, 2017 21:04:02 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Unchartered territory, was difficult enough when it was with only one person. When both of them were in it, it was going to end up being a gong show probably more often then not. Unless one of them just gave in constantly. But that would ruin him, wouldn’t it? All he knew is he didn’t want to see her like that again. He didn’t want to be the cause of her being like that. Logan liked the strong Farrah. The fiery Farrah. The one who didn’t back down. And he definitely. Definitely did not like to hear the shaking breath that seemed to rattle out of her. He could barely hear it, but he could definitely feel the tremble against him and he hated it.
It had only been a couple days. They had been through so much. But it had only been a couple days and yet he threw his pride aside the moment he felt her even slightly break. What did that say about him? Did that make him weak? Or strong? How fucking terrifying.
He stayed silent, his apologetic murmurs quieting as her hand reached up and ran into his hair. She was silent too. He could almost feel the war within her. Logan wanted to know her thoughts, try to reassure her on some aspect but he also knew there wasn’t much else he could do. He let his arms tighten a bit to bring her closer, trying to be careful of her ribs. Trying to not think about how strongly he reacted to her just being slightly broken by his words. Trying not to think how fucking terrifying it was that he would crumble so easily, at just the whisper of her being upset.
Logan was so screwed.
So very. Very. Screwed.
His eyes slipped shut as she pressed her finger tips against his scalp, and he pressed his lips into her hair again. Her aroma almost soothing to him, and so when she ordered him to say it again, he didn’t even hesitate. It was a little less rushed. A little less panicked. Because he had been panicked. Panicked that she’d leave. Or never look at him like she had only a few minutes ago. So he spoke into her hair, quietly and after a deep inhale: “I’m so sorry, Farrah.”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 23, 2017 21:41:55 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]She didn't mind the tightened grip, even if it hurt a little. She needed that reassurance that he was just as upset as she was. A different sort of upset, but halfways broken nonetheless.[break][break]
When he didn't hesitate to repeat himself, she broke in a new way. Warmth bloomed in her stomach, and her muscles finally let up on her frame, allowing her to more fully meld against him. Her head fell forward as she breathed heavily out, thankful that she was safe here... And only sort of terrified that that safety depended on being within Logan's arms.[break][break]
When had this happened? she wondered for the hundredth time. When had he become her greatest fear and greatest pleasure? How was that even possible?[break][break]
Her eyes remained closed, taking in the feel of him around her before she pulled slightly away so she could twist in his arms. Her lids parted, but her gaze remained downcast for several seconds. Looking up just enough to visualize his lips, she went for them - colliding softly but with purpose. She didn't trust herself to speak, but words weren't needed yet. Her hands lifted to grip the sides of his neck, and she closed the space between them again.[break][break]
This right here was why, when they were fighting, she'd stayed farther away. So she couldn't do this.[break][break]
Why had they been fighting again?[break][break]
She drug the kiss out, dependent on what little outlet he'd give her. When finally she broke it, she was breathing hard enough to give the impression they'd actually thrown down. Her eyes finally went to his face, and she held his gaze for a few seconds before sighing and pulling away. "Let's at least make it across the river so we can tell ourselves we made progress today, then I don't care what we do for the rest of the day." Her hand sought his. "Sound good?" She was still worn down, but she managed a tiny smirk that only he'd probably be able to even see.
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Post by Logan Street on May 23, 2017 21:58:37 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. At least he finally did something right. He knew it, because as soon as the words left his mouth, she relaxed completely into him. Fitting against his frame in that way that drove every thought out of his mind instantly. A sigh of relief left him, the air rushing out of his lungs and only then did he realize he had been holding his breath and waiting for her response, even her silent one. His arms loosened just a fraction, just enough so she could twist into facing him.
And then she pressed her lips to his, and suddenly he couldn’t remember why they had been fighting. Damn. Why did she have to taste so good? Feel so good? Logan was never one to lose his head, and yet everything about Farrah made him insane. Somehow he doubted this would be their last fight, but as long as she would kiss him like this after he’d be content. And…As long as she didn’t ever look how she just had. That’d probably haunt him for a while yet, that and how he reacted.
His breathing was laboured when she pulled away, and while kissing her relaxed him, it also sent a whole new kind of tension into his body that he really wished would go away. Or they could make go away. His gaze met hers, unwavering, and then she pulled away and a feeling of loneliness washed over him. As if something was missing.
Fuck. He was going to turn into some dumbass sappy poet or some shit.
“Yes ma’am.” Was his immediate response, eyes glancing away from her to the river that was literally right there. Not like they had to rush back to civilization. Hell, at least Logan had slept lately. Farrah most definitely didn’t. She had probably been up pacing and checking on him, and relentless in ensuring he would be okay. Fucking woman. Why did she have to be so good to him? Somehow he felt he was going to be spoiled by her.
His hand slipped into her own, and a flash of when he was barely conscious wove through his mind. Shit he was in so much trouble. And for someone who had never been in a relationship. Never held relationships. And never liked relationships. It was going to be hard as all hell to not run in the opposite direction---But then he saw that little smirk. It was barely visible on her face, and his fears and doubts vanished. “Yes! You can cook for me again, Right?” There was a teasing to his tone and he had a big smile across his face in an almost goofy way. Because, well, he was Logan.
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