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Post by Farrah Benz on May 23, 2017 22:26:20 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]"Yes ma'am."[break][break]
Her smile widened fractionally, and despite all the complete and total shit he'd just put her through, her gaze softened on him. "I hate you," she whispered just before she turned away so they could start toward the river. Pausing so she could untie and remove her shoes, her eyes flicked to Logan again. Slinging the shoes over her shoulder, she snorted and stood. "After that?" she asked incredulously (though her tone lacked any bite), motioning to where they'd just been. "Nah, bro. Once we get across this river it is you who will be pampering me." She lifted a brow at him to give him just a second to retort before she grabbed his hand again and started walking. [break][break]
The water only went to her upper thigh, wetting the bottom of her shorts but not much else. The walk was, of course, slower, but it only took ten or so minutes to cross. When they reached the other side, Farrah went to the nearest tree and slid to the ground against it. "Look at all that progress we made," she said sarcastically, waving back at the river. "I vote we call it quits for the day." She leaned her head back against the tree for a second, then pushed her feet towards wherever Logan had ended.[break][break]
"Time for pampering. I want a foot rub." She wiggled her toes at him. "And then a massage. And at least a hundred kisses." God, wasn't being indebted to her so awful?[break][break]
In reality, her head was still kind of swimming from.. everything. If she had time to think over how irrationally insecure she was about him going to see Red when they parted ways, she was going to go insane. But if he kept her distracted, and kept reminded her that the rest of the world didn't matter, then she'd be able to relax. And after everything they'd been through, she desperately needed that.
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Post by Logan Street on May 23, 2017 23:02:05 GMT -5
 As Luck Would Have It..
His response to her ‘I hate you’ was a simple snort of a laugh, but then – ‘Did you just call me bro?” His brow rose up, looking at her incredulously before shaking his head. He may have gotten used to the feisty Farrah, the one who would not back down, but he was really starting to enjoy the Farrah who could tease back. This was a Farrah he couldn’t have imagined existed only a week ago.
When she reached for his hand, he intertwined his fingers with hers again and he realized how automatic it was. He wasn’t used to affection, and he really didn’t think she would be so open with it towards him. Not that he didn’t like it. Not that he didn’t absolutely enjoy every minute of it. But…Once again he wondered what exactly had happened to them in that forest. A part of him wanted to return. A part of him really wanted to return, but then he remembered the loud noise that echoed from it as they hobbled away and he shoved the curiosity away.
They had enough adventure for a little while.
“Pampering huh?” Bemused, he let her hand go, watching her lower herself before he lowered himself in front of her. Every muscle in his body was sore. Hell, every thought he had even seemed to be sore. His pants were now soaked from the river, but luckily only half of them, and it was still warm enough that it wouldn’t bother him. He’d been in worse conditions. At least he had great company.
And then without saying anything he brought her foot into his lap, running his thumb firmly along the curve of her sole. “What ever you wish, Bro” – When did she get so goddamn adorable? He had no inclination of her insecurities. Riley wasn’t even on his thoughts, as everything right then was all about her. About how he wanted to get closer and shouldn’t get closer at the same time. His eyes were scanning her face, and he had to stop himself from trying to inch even closer to her. Space was a good thing between them. Especially right then. They needed space. They needed to relax. They did not need to break themselves even more, and that would definitely happen if he allowed himself to get any closer to her.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 24, 2017 12:06:43 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]Her brow raised in response to his question, daring him to say something else about it. Yeah, she had. What of it?[break][break]
His hand in hers was sickeningly comforting, and she thought for a second how not a week ago, if she had seen this interaction from the outside, she probably would've thrown up in her mouth. How interesting that things could change so quickly.[break][break]
"Mhm," she confirmed, expecting to have to kick him to get the foot rub going (not that she actually expected it to happen), but then he just.... started, like it was the most natural thing in the world. She stared at him for a minute, expression blank in her weird emotional turmoil, but then his thumb pressed into an apparently super tight tendon of her foot, and she nearly kicked him in the jaw. Smiling sheepishly, she put it back in his lap. "...My b," she said sweetly, and looked away. "I, uh...," she cleared her throat, "'ve never had a foot rub before. It's... interesting."[break][break]
Forcing herself to relax, she leaned back against the tree again. Her eyes closed a second, but when she opened them again she caught Logan's gaze on her. "...What..," she hedged, looking at him strangely. Really, she knew what that look meant. Funny, how she'd never noticed it before the past couple of days (or maybe he just didn't give it to her before then, she mused). Now, her nerves started to buzz in anticipation, and she actually had to slap a hand over her rib to remind herself that, No, bad Farrah, you're injured.[break][break]
"So, uhm..," she started awkwardly, searching for a safe topic that would get them headed in any direction other than the one both their brains were currently headed towards. "What's, uh... Your favorite... color?"
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Post by Logan Street on May 24, 2017 12:48:29 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Her foot shot out and he instantly let go, as if he had hurt her, his head moving back slightly so he didn’t get clocked in the jaw. His eyes widened just a smidge before he looked at her like what the hell? The sheepish stutter, the innocent smile – It was like a punch in the gut, a twist in his stomach that had him clench his jaw behind his new smile to stop himself from jumping over to her. Would he ever get used to her being so goddamn adorable?
Would he ever not be surprised by her softness, when all he ever knew was that hardened exterior?
How did things change so damn fast?
Abruptly he burst out laughing at her question. It was so absurd, such a simple question and she was so awkward about it that he couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that came out of him. The soldier began to rub her foot again, although seemed a little more cautious in his endeavor, you know so he didn’t get kicked in the chin. His eyes sparkled in amusement as he looked at her, and that goofy grin was permanent to his lips. If you had told him a week ago that he would be sitting there rubbing Farrah’s foot and actually laughing he would have rolled his eyes.
“I never really saw us talking about what our favorite colours are..” As soon as he said it, a flash of memory crossed over his mind and it caused him to stop talking for a moment. A sense of deja-vu. Sitting, with that same sentence leaving his mouth and her foot in his lap. It disoriented him and his hand paused from the massage. His smile faltered until he cleared his throat, his eyes looking away from her to around them as if to ensure they were still alone. Everything tightened again. This feeling, he did not like this feeling. It came in waves and snuck up on him and for someone who did not enjoy losing control, it was a good mindfuck.
But she didn't need to be panicked too, so his smile grew back a fraction yet the amusement had died in his eyes.
He gently placed her foot on the ground out of his lap, a little too gently almost as if he would break her. His mind was coiling in uncertainty, and he couldn’t get the image out of his mind of something that happened that he did not know about. His smile came back, almost as if to not alert her before he crawled closer to her. He had suddenly felt too isolated away from her. As if some invisible force could abruptly snag around her and drag her into darkness. It was so overwhelming, his neck tensed until he was right next to her. His head moving until his forehead pressed down onto her shoulder.
Too many emotions in too short a period of time and it was exhausting all together. He felt better being closer to her, where she couldn’t suddenly be ripped away from him. It was such a sudden fear, antagonizing against his thoughts, that even a few feet seemed too far away. He knew the fear. He lived with the fear in his night terrors from when he was isolated in a forest with his squad mates dying all around him. It was a similar fear. It was something that stemmed from experience, the only problem was he didn’t really understand the experience that would trigger it.
He didn’t want Farrah to worry, he knew that much. So he put a false tone into his voice that was not triggered by agony. He was good at faking emotions, after all. He’d done it his whole life. As long as he could focus on her scent, and the feeling of her being right there instead of the hammering in his skull and the invisible panic that came with no warning and no reasoning, he could remain calm. She needed calm right now. Relaxation. Right? “My favorite color is green. What is yours?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 24, 2017 13:31:22 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]When she apologized, he kiiind of looked like he was having a stroke. Which she didn't understand, but they were having a little bit of a moment so she decided at the last second not to question him about it.[break][break]
She chuckled, knowing she'd been damn awkward. "Yeah, well... I can't really ask how your day's been. I already know," she reasoned, smirking at him a little sadly since part of that included them at each others' throats. "I don't like fighting with you," she breathed, a little surprised at the realization. She was so used to fighting tooth and nail for everything she had that it wasn't really an option not to like it. Or rather, it didn't matter how she felt about it, because she had to do it regardless. But now, with him... She sighed and dropped her head against the tree.[break][break]
Because of how she was sitting, she didn't really understand when Logan put her foot down, and didn't know he was moving toward her until suddenly he was at her shoulder. Surprised, she put her hand at the back of his head and lifted hers to look down at him. "Uh, hi," she said, confusion evident. Her fingers started moving in his hair like they had done on the other side of the river, and she leaned her cheek against him. "Mine changes pretty often." Really, she'd just never found herself drawn to one color over another; it seemed like a silly thing to have a preference over. "But right now, I think I'm feelin' blue." She smirked, looking pointedly at him even though she didn't expect him to turn to see it.[break][break]
Her lips pressed to his scalp. She could feel the tension in him like a physical entity, and for some reason - maybe because she was in a similar boat and needed to zen the fuck out - she felt the inherent need to calm him. Her hand moved from his hair to run her fingers lightly down his spine, relaxing as the went in a little wave over the hills and valleys created by the bone. Thinking for a second, her eyes dropped to where her hand was, noting the lack of ink... anywhere. "I'm surprised you aren't covered in tattoos, Mr. Military," she observed distractedly.
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Post by Logan Street on May 24, 2017 14:24:13 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
‘I don’t like fighting with you’
Rang in his head amongst the chaos even as he settled in next to her. He made sure to keep his breathing calm, and his demeanor unchanged, but those words struck a chord in him and he realized he really did not enjoy fighting with her. Although, Logan was never one to yell. He was supposed to be cold, calculating and tease his way out of any situation but she just got him all twisted up inside. It felt almost like a dream, especially when her hand went to his hair, and her cheek pressed against him. Everything melted away so quickly. It was a rollercoaster, and for two people that tried their damn best to not feel or care for anyone, he had a feeling it was just the beginning of the ride.
“I don’t like fighting with you either.” He tilted his chin slightly, brushing a kiss over the skin of her shoulder and then another one. The affectionate move so casual, and so not him. Well. I guess now it sort of was, wasn’t it? He couldn’t help himself. Any little movement to make her feel more comfortable, to show her his thoughts without having to say it, to try to squash any anxiety she held inside her all while he was battling his own. Apparently Farrah being relaxed was more important. Apparently he was going to be screwed, because she had quickly become the most important thing to him. And although he didn’t want to think of it, her giving up her possession for him showed just how important he was to her
“In the military, soldiers get tattoos to remind them of home. Of family. I did not feel inclined, so I didn’t bother. It makes me sort of unique though, don’t you think?” His voice was quiet, but he tried to bring that amusement back into his tone. There was plenty of times he could have, it was common practice especially in the military. Memorialize those you love, and the things that meant something to you…Logan just had nothing to memorialize before he went into war. Nothing that meant anything enough that he would want it on his body for life. His hand reached out, sprawling to touch the warm skin under the hem of her shirt, trailing his fingers in small designs subconsciously. “I’m sorry if I..” He paused as his brows furrowed slightly against her shoulder, as if trying to think of the appropriate words: “Hurt you. I’ll try to do better.” Logan wanted to tilt his head up and press a kiss to her lips, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop so instead he kissed her shoulder again, staying put with his eyes lightly closed
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 24, 2017 15:13:28 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]She hummed contendedly at the little kisses, refusing to let her brain take over and remind her how totally out of character of this soft crap was. She liked it, okay? She could enjoy it if she wanted.[break][break]
"We probably need to come up with some sort of rule, like... Every time we fight, we have to make each other forget it happened afterward." Her voice grew husky, and her fingers stopped along their trail while she laughed. "We'll just have one to make up for, since, y'know." We're in no physical condition to do anything about it right now, she finished silently, smirking at her thoughts.[break][break]
Farrah grunted at his reasoning for being ink-free, not liking how sad it sounded. "Sure, yeah, unique." She looked at the flower on her forearm - an Angel's Trumpet - seemingly so at odds with her personality, but secretly perfectly in tune. Ava had taught her about the deadly plant, and Farrah had gotten the tattoo shortly after leaving the priestess. Their relationship had been rocky, but she'd learned a hell of a lot from the woman, and for that she was thankful. She didn't have anything for her brothers, but that was because she both A - didn't care to have a motorcycle permanently embedded in her skin, and B - didn't have time to come up with anything else. [break][break]
She was knocked out of her reverie by Logan's choked words. Brow furrowing, she looked down at him, though he was still buried in her shoulder. Instead of saying anything - what did you say to someone you knew never apologized to anyone? - she used her free hand to gently grip his chin and bring his mouth to hers. The second she did it she knew they were in trouble, but there were a hell of a lot of emotions rolling around both within and between them, and since they sucked at saying these types of things, this was the only thing she could think to do. Well, that, and there was something intoxicating about kissing him that she was growing dangerously addicted to. It took... a lot of effort to keep her back against the tree.
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Twenty-Seven
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Post by Logan Street on May 24, 2017 15:50:51 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
He snorted in response to her comment about needing to make them forget the fight. Somehow, he highly doubted that would be a promise they’d have little difficulty keeping. Probably the only promise they could keep to each other right then. He still didn’t know when they would part ways, and while a majority of him knew he did not want her out of his sight, he also knew they should separate….eventually….so they could perhaps process some of what had happened, on their own or something. They were both too used to being alone, and the last thing he wanted was to become dependant. Even if he already the thought of leaving her in this hell of a planet choked at the back of his throat. So suddenly, he was overwhelmingly protective of her, and he had a feeling a lot of the reasoning why was gone from his thoughts forever.
“I look forward to making it up to you..” his words were murmured, muffled against her skin as he pressed another kiss against it, unable to stop himself. His hand moved from her stomach to lightly trace over the flower tattoo, just to make a note that he noticed it was there. It was…An oddly specific tattoo. Something he would not have thought tough and fearless Farrah would have. But that was the thing about tattoos, you never knew what someone would choose or why someone would choose.
His brow was pinched at her moment of silence after he apologized, until her finger tips lifted his chin and she kissed him. Logan had been trying to stop himself from doing just that. They needed relaxation and calmness and to just chill the fuck out for once. It was necessary. And there was a reason he was forcing himself to kiss her shoulder instead of her lips. There was too much emotion rolling around them, and it needed to subside or they would lose control.
They needed to keep distracted and keep their thoughts clear and try to release the build up of emotions in some form of healthy way. Like, communicating. Or eating. But then she pressed her lips against his, and he felt himself break. It was like a shock through his system. It was so dangerous because immediately he wanted more. No, needed more. Her name whispered from his lips, almost like a plea. The coiling emotion pushed him to press his lips harder against hers, trying to taste more as he deepened it to show how starved he felt, how hungry he was for her.
And they were both very tired, very injured, and so like, she should probably pull away from him.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 24, 2017 21:21:30 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]She exhaled heavily at his comment, brain automatically thinking back to their time at the river and how he'd refused to give her all of him because they were injured (seriously who cared) and he was worried about making her injury worse. No mention of his own life-threatening gashes, which had spoken volumes to her then, because she knew how badly he'd wanted her, yet held back. For her sake.[break][break]
But she didn't have as much self-control as Logan. So, instead of pulling away when her brain registered that they were in serious trouble, she started ticking through every possibility she could think of to give them both what they wanted while not worsening their combined physical state. There were options, right? She needed to find the right one pronto - before she lost her mind because god damnit he tasted so good.[break][break]
Her hand moved from his chin to his neck, and the one at his back gripped a little tighter, as if she could bring him any closer than he already was. Okay, she was going to count to ten and then stop him. Yes. Right. She could do this. One... But she didn't really want to stop.. Two... But he'd put her over his own desires... Three... She should do the same... Four.. She could do the same... Five... Alright five more seconds was all she go-........[break][break]
D-... Did he just pray her name at her?[break][break]
With a sound of genuine pain, she turned her head to break the kiss. Panting, her face showed exactly how hard it was for her not to continue. "We have to stop. I.. We can't hurt you more." She hadn't looked at him initially, but she did now, eyes on fire with want. What the fuck was wrong with her? She should be able to like.. turn this off. Logic was something she used often; why did touching him making it nearly impossible to remember what that word even meant? Her gaze dropped to his mouth.[break][break]
"Fuck," she groaned, and covered his lips with her hand so she wouldn't attack him again.
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Post by Logan Street on May 24, 2017 22:47:06 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Okay. Logan fully expected her to pull away instantly. Farrah was always so in control, right? Out of both of them, at least, that was what he assumed. Especially because he just didn’t give a fuck right then. He needed to calm his thoughts. He needed to get the turmoil out of him. He needed to get the tension out of him. He needed it all to go away so he could start to think again. All he needed was her. It made complete illogical sense. And when he felt her hand tighten into his back, and her hand moved to his neck to almost pull him closer, there was no stopping him. All thoughts of injury and carefulness went out of his head.
He kissed her as deeply as he could, he pulled himself as closely to her as he could while one hand went to the tree trunk next to her head to brace himself, and the other moved to grip against her hip. And just when he was almost completely gone, she broke away from the kiss and a deep growl emitted from low in his chest, the frustration coming out in an almost guttural noise. His breathing was labored and uneven, and while she kept her gaze away from him his only remained on her lips. Staring at them with piercing eyes that showed only intense longing.
Logan didn’t even hear her words, all he could hear was his heart beating in his chest. His hand was gripping against her hipbone a little too strongly, and his lips were parted. It took every ounce of strength to not close the distance between them. When they both finally locked eyes, he could see the fire in her own and it struck him down, especially as her gaze lowered to his lips – Her ‘Fuck’ resonated deep within him, because he was thinking the exact same thing. Over. And Over. And Over. And instinctively he gripped against her hip again, whether it was to remind himself to stop or to remind himself he didn’t want to stop, he wasn’t quite sure. And then suddenly her hand was over his lips, and it was an instant barrier he did Not Like.
Calm yourself Logan. You really need to see the bigger picture. But he couldn’t. He just wanted one more taste. He just wanted to reassure himself that she was there. He just – His hand moved from it’s strong grip on the tree trunk, and pulled her hand away from his mouth carelessly, before he dropped his head onto her shoulder. But he didn’t stop there, he pressed a kiss against her skin, and then up her neck, nipping and nuzzling so he could feel closer
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 25, 2017 9:26:14 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far1"] [attr="class","rah1"] [attr="class","talks1"] [attr="class","inside1"]For the briefest of seconds, Farrah mistook Logan returning her gaze as him fighting the battle just as feebly as she was. His hand at her hip stung a little, but it wasn't in a bad way. She wanted to push into his grasp even more, but kept herself planted so she wouldn't egg him on. This was important - they needed to protect themselves... protect each other.[break][break]
Then he grabbed her wrist and practically tossed her hand away, and she realized he wasn't fighting feebly; he wasn't fighting at all. "Logan," she whimpered, the last bit of reason she had in her as his lips moved up her neck. [break][break]
This was embarrassing! She was stronger than this! Since when did Farrah Mercedes Benz crumble under the attention of a man? Her fingernails bit into his skin, and when he nipped her, her teeth scraped the shell of his ear. "This-," is me saying no. She'd tried to get the sentence out, but then he nipped again and she hissed out a breath.[break][break]
No, seriously. He was shirtless, but otherwise they were clothed despite how badly she didn't want to be. She shouldn't be losing her mind over a makeout session... But when someone made you feel like you were more important than air, would you be able to fight it either?[break][break]
Didn't think so.[break][break]
"Logan, Logan, Logan," she tried to get through, leaning sideways so he wouldn't be pinning her against the tree anymore. "You're never going to heal this way," she reasoned, moving the hand from his back to press to his chest for emphasis. She didn't really expect it to work, because she knew he didn't give a shit about himself right now, but when she opened her mouth to throw the low blow - You're going to hurt me - she just couldn't do it. She didn't know for certain it was true, and yeah, she was just dumb enough to think the benefit outweighed the risk.[break][break]
So instead, she managed, "Be gentle, or you're going to hurt me." There. That was.. compromise, right? But was he capable of gentle right now?[break][break]
She loathed the shiver that ran down her spine just as much as she loved it.
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Post by Logan Street on May 25, 2017 10:01:47 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
She kept saying his name, over and over again, and he could hear her through the thrumming in his ears, but he couldn’t really process why she was saying his name. He was too concerned with sending a flurry of kisses up her neck, nibbling at her skin, and burrowing his face into the nook. Logan knew he had to stop, he really knew this. It was just, he couldn’t find the strength to really care. He didn’t care if he marred his chest even more. The height of the infection had passed, so to him it was just a superficial wound now. It wasn’t but, well he could be a dumbass.
Fuck. Logan never wanted someone so badly. It was all consuming and it was tearing away rational thought and he knew it was bad. So very. Very. Bad. And he knew Farrah was trying so hard to reason with him, but he also knew she wouldn’t last with the reasoned thought. Knew she would get a shiver up her spine that sent her closer to him. Knew she wanted him just as much as he her. He could be gentle, right? He really really did not want to have to be gentle right then though. Right then, he just wanted to toss her on the ground and rip all her clothing off.
Twisting his head he pressed his lips to hers in another kiss, tasting her and wanting just..more. His hand moved from it’s place on her hip, running along the smooth skin of her torso opposite her broken rib. His finger tips brushed the bandage along her chest, and it was like splashing cold water on him. Well, almost as effective. Recoiling his hand away from the gauze, he broke the kiss abruptly. The very last thing he wanted was to hurt Farrah again. She could have stopped him sooner, of course by just simply saying no. Or pulling away fully. Or.. Something. But based on the depth of her breathing, she was finding it difficult too. Logan knew he should put space between them, but instead he just lowered his forehead onto her shoulder again with a frustrated growl.
It was okay, they’d get to screw eventually. They’d just have to live with the very distracting, very mind numbing, very frustrating need for a while longer.
OH joy.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 29, 2017 22:13:40 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]If there was one thing to take away from the last five minutes or so, it was that she might actually drive Logan more insane than he made her. If she weren't so concerned with keeping them both healthy currently, she might have chuckled at the idea. And to think he'd once found her insufferable.[break][break]
She grunted against his lips when he kissed her, but quickly opened to him despite her knowledge that they needed to stop. She'd just issued the 'be careful' warning, so she didn't really have much to worry about anymore, right?[break][break]
Right. He jumped away like she'd burned him, and instead of being concerned or feeling deprived, Farrah sighed heavily and melted to the ground, ending up on her back. Her hand went to her forehead, and she stared at Logan, panting. "Earth to Logan," she teased, chuckling. Now that adrenaline wasn't coursing through her veins, the repetitive movement of her chest was painful. Her free hand went to lay over it. "I want you to know I'm going to use that to my full advantage later." How exactly she'd do that, she didn't have worked out yet. But a little 'Logan, we almost died' in some pouty voice when he was trying to pick a fight with her seemed like it would do the trick. She'd have to test that theory next time, provided she wasn't too busy ripping his head off in return.[break][break]
"C'mere, crazy." Since he didn't have a shirt on to grip, she grabbed him by the waist of his pants and pulled toward herself. Sol was high in the sky, but her body wasn't about to forget how long it'd been since she slept. She needed to catch some Z's, and so maybe she wanted to cuddle Logan in the process. Sue her.[break][break]
"I wouldn't have pegged you for the kind to be ruled by his dick," she said flippantly, then looked to the side with a pensive expression. "Actually, I take that back. I just expected a little more.... control." Because if there was one thing he didn't have just then, it was that. "Not that I'm complaining," she smirked, flicking a finger across his lips.
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Twenty-Seven
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Post by Logan Street on May 30, 2017 22:12:27 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
Amusement sparked in him at her ‘earth to logan’, having been focusing more on his breathing than her for once, and at her next statement he could not help the laughter that escaped him. “Oh, are you now? I’d love to see that” His grin grew a fraction, but he knew that she’d probably get away with a hell of a lot from him. Just putting in the memory of almost losing her, just a small reminder, would most likely be enough for him to crumble. The problem here, was she knew it. Logan lost his advantage in any fight for the next while it seemed.
At the tug of his pants, his eyes flashed briefly, yet he simply crawled down over her, falling to lay next to her and lifting his arm up so she could scooch over to him. “I will not deny loss of control, but next time..” His opposite hand moved over, brushing along the skin over her hip before flicking at her waist line. “Next time you will lose control before me. The only difference is we will be healed. Now…Go to sleep.”
He leaned his head to press a kiss against her head, before resting back down and letting his eyes stare up the sky. A remembrance of staring up and not noticing a sky flashed in his mind, but he dismissed it easily enough. Maybe that was the key? Just dismiss any random thoughts or forgotten memories so they didn’t take hold.
TAG: Farrah Benz | WORDS: Yes, There are| NOTES:OMG IT SUCKS SORRY MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Farrah Benz on Jun 8, 2017 8:45:35 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","far"] [attr="class","rah"] [attr="class","talks"] [attr="class","inside"]She didn't expect him to be so.. accepting of his weakness against her. Then again, maybe he was still thinking with the wrong head and didn't fully understand what she meant. Eh... She was going to assume the former, because it was cuter. [break][break] Her eyes widened a fraction when he seemed to get other ideas (hadn't they just gotten out of that whirlwind?), but he settled soon enough. The ease with which he settled next to her was only sort of surprising; she was learning they were both capable of a lot more gentleness than either gave off. The invitation to move closer was accepted immediately, and Farrah was reminded how weirdly perfectly they fit together. Romance novels talked about that sort of thing, but it was with, like... their person. Not that she'd read any of them.[break][break] Gaze lifting to Logan's face, her expression scrunched. Any sort of serious thinking like that was extraordinarily uncomfortable, so the second her brain went there she cast her eyes downward. She was either completely losing it or just really, really tired. [break][break] She was tired... She yawned widely a few breaths after resting her head on Logan's shoulder. Sleepily, she grumbled at his sexual suggestion. We'll see about that, Farrah countered silently.[break][break] --------- [break][break] When she woke, it was still daylight. She didn't remember falling asleep, but wasn't surprised that she had. Having done so completely out in the open was a little unnerving, but something told her Logan would have woken her long before any trouble was upon them. She smiled up at him at the thought.[break][break] After Logan helped her re-tighten the wrap around her chest (which seemed like a worse idea with every passing second, considering the way his eyes heated during the unwrapping), they gathered their things and started back toward the colonies. They were maybe a day's walk away, though Farrah had another twelve hours to go to get to her place just beyond the mountains. Looking sidelong at him, she realized she didn't know where Logan tentatively called home.[break][break] The journey was blessedly uneventful, and in the interest of keeping it that way they only cat-napped the rest of the way. By the time they reached civilization they were walking far enough apart that it could be questionable whether they were even traveling together - an unspoken agreement that any affection they had for one another was weakness in company.[break][break] When it came time for them to truly go their separate ways, only a brief glance was given in the other's direction. Farrah didn't enjoy how much she wanted to damn the consequences and drag him back with her, but that right there was a testament to how badly they needed some time apart. Whatever she was feeling toward him was kind of terrifying, and she needed time to sort it out. [break][break] So with renewed purpose, she headed toward the mountains, one annoying thought continually cycling through her mind: Would all of this be forgotten next time they saw each other? 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