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You locked the door with a sigh, turning off the open sign. You turned on your heel, making your way back to where Logan sat, leaned back against the bar, watching.
“What?” You asked, slowing your steps
“C’mere” he jerked his head and you shook yours.
“N-no” you spoke quietly
You had spent a majority of your shift mercilessly teasing him and now the bar was closed and it was just the two of you…and you had a sickening sense of deja vu.
“Why not?” He mused, getting to his feet. He hadn"t drank as much as he usually does and you were starting to understand why.
“I don"t want to” you pressed your lips together before dropping your gaze.
You could sense him moving closer, the heavy footfalls of his work boots. You swallowed hard as his feet appeared in front of yours.
He was quiet, you were both quiet, and unmoving.
His hand reached to grip your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him.
You swallowed hard a second time as he started to walk you backwards.
You gasped as your back hit the wall and he didn"t stop, closing the distance between you.
Your heart hammered in your chest when he stopped, lips mere millimeters from yours.
Fingers flexed against your jaw and you let out a shaky breath, struggling to find your voice.
“What’s the matter?”
You shook your head as much as his grip would allow. “N-nothing”
He simply hummed, the hand holding your face, moving to run a finger over your cheek; your face instantly flushed a deep red. The gentleness of his touch putting you on edge.
“You think you can spend the night taunting me?” He asked, his voice low, even, and calculated. “Teasing me?”
You watched as he dropped his hand, a single claw slowly appearing from between his knuckles.
“Logan-” you whispered, voice barely audible; the memory coming screaming back and you fought the urge not to go rigid.
“I"m waiting” he said sternly, his exposed claw dragging along the thin fabric of your t-shirt as he slowly dragged it down the centre, but not enough pressure to peirce fabric…not yet.
Another hard swallow and you shook your head; your eyes fixed on the single blade as it came to rest between your cleavage, Logan having dragged it back up the middle.
He retracted it back under his skin without a word, but didn’t move. He was still close…too close, crowding your space, doing it on purpose; knowing you could feel the heat radiating off his body.
He moved to cup your cheek in his hand, instinctively you leaned into his touch, your eyes slipping closed as you felt your knees falter. Finding it very difficult to take a full breath.
“Log-” you started again, cut off mid breath by a bruising, demanding kiss.
You let yourself be pinned against the wall, thankful for something sturdy as his lips moved against yours; taking a deep breath in through your nose, and in spite of yourself, you couldn"t stop the soft moan that escaped from between your mouths as you felt his hand push under your hair at the back of your neck; his fingers tangling in the strands.
He pressed against you, his free hand finding your hip, squeezing hard.
You whined against his mouth and he seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue between your lips with a moan himself.
Your head was spinning, if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought you were drunk.
He tasted just like you remembered; whiskey and stale cigars. Something on any other night you would be repulsed by, but not with Logan…never with Logan…ever.
Finally, you got a grip on yourself, pushing him back gently; very aware of one hand on the nape of your neck, the other tucked up under your t-shirt. His shoulders were warm under your hands as you caught your breath and attempted to focus.
“We can’t-” you breathed
“Sure we can,” he countered, his breathing just as heavy and laboured as yours before his lips crashed against yours a second time.
Your mouth moved against his briefly before you pried your lips from his, reluctantly, taking a much needed breath.
Logan simply moved his assault to your exposed neck, his warm, wet tongue gliding over your overheated skin before his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh; making your knees buckle as you gasped against his ear, his strong arm sliding around your back to keep you upright.
“Fuck, Logan” you whimpered as he sucked hard on your now marked flesh.
He hummed against your neck with approval, fingers on both his hands curling against your skin.
Your own teeth sank into your bottom lip as you fought to keep your composure.
“Not here” you whispered, finally releasing your lip
He laughed light and breathy against the shell of your ear, making your shiver “Yes, here” he whispered against the shell of your ear “You think you’re going to tease me all night like that and I’m not going to fuck you on every flat surface in this place?”
His emphasis on the word ‘fuck’ sent goosebumps over your skin and your breath caught in your throat.
“That’s a lot of surfaces” you whimpered feeling his fingers toy with the waistband of your skirt
“And once we’re done down here,” he continued, his teeth scraping against your earlobe. “I’m going to take you upstairs, and fuck you on every flat surface up there too”
Your heart slammed against your ribcage as you attempted to squeeze your thighs together; unsuccessfully as the hand on your hip shot like a flash between your legs, keeping them spread apart.
“Ah ah” he chuckled lightly, his eyes finally meeting yours
You knew you were flushed, and you knew he could smell the fear emanating from you; but you also knew he could smell the arousal too
“Logan…” you warned, trying your damnedest to sound intimidating and failing miserably.
He stepped back, dropping both his hands to his sides; his eyes raking over your form.
“One,” he counted and you cocked your head slightly as he smirked
“Two…” he continued
You stepped out of your black pumps, dropping your height a good three inches, with a smirk of your own before you tore around him toward the back of the bar, toward the kitchen as he continued counting over your shoulder.
Five seconds, if he was feeling generous…three if he wasn’t….
This was all part of the little game you had found yourself a part of; one you had suggested initially, on a drunken night that seemed like it was ages ago. Count to ten you had told him, ten seconds head start and if he had found you, he would be rewarded.
Now, instead of ten seconds, you got five….and he hunted.
Immediately through the door, you dropped out of sight and maneuvered your way around the dark kitchen.
Within seconds, the same door you had come through, swung open a second time; Logan’s form looming in the darkness. You quieted your breathing as you watched his eyes scan the dark room. He stepped forward, boots landing heavily as he did, making the floor verberate under your now bare feet.
Your heart beat hard in your ears as you slipped around one of the small tables, keeping him in sight, his back to you, but you still moved slow and quiet; for every step he took deeper into the kitchen you took back toward the way you had come.
He had expected you to hide, he always expected you to hide.
Your eyes adjusted slowly, making it easier to see, but you knew if it was becoming easier for you, it was becoming easier for him too.
“I can smell you” he declared to the silent room
You pressed your lips together, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to ignore the throbbing ache between your thighs. His promises echoing in the back of your mind.
Every. Flat. Surface.
You watched as he moved toward the very back of the kitchen, and you quickly got to your feet and tip toed as swiftly as you could manage, back through the double doors. Logan’s footfalls were heavy behind you for a fraction of a second before they went silent again, but he hadn’t followed you out.
You clocked the narrow staircase a few feet away from your place behind the bar. Your apartment was your goal, if you made it there, you won. He was still in the kitchen if you moved fast you could-
You gasped quietly, dropping to the floor as the doors swung gently. Now he stood between you and your exit.
The bar was darker than usual, you wondered if there was no moon out tonight as you crouched, silently making your way around the front of the bar, stopping before giving yourself away.
He clicked his tongue with disapproval and you stayed rooted to your spot…hoping he would go the way you’d come.
Your breath caught in your throat as you heard the unmistakable scrape of metal on wood. He was slowly making his way to the other end of the bar, dragging his claws as he went.
You had a clear path from where you crouched to the stairs, all you had to do was outrun him.
You stood to your full height and ran for the stairs as if your life depended on it.
Your foot just missed the bottom step before a strong arm wrapped around your middle, a hand collapsing over your mouth as he snarled “I win” in your ear, dragging you back toward the bar.
He turned you to face him, both hands gripping your hips none too gently as he pushed you back against the wall, making the liquor bottles on the nearby shelf rattle dangerously.
His mouth claiming yours for a fraction of a second before he yanked your t-shirt over your head, dropping it at your feet.
You had given up trying to protest, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifted you off your feet, guiding your legs around his waist.
You practically melted into the wall, letting his weight support you fully as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.
Your fingers pushed through the thick strands of dark hair at the back of his head as you moaned shamelessly against his mouth.
His hips rolling forward, intentionally grinding the bulge hidden under his jeans against your core.
You arched your back as much as he would allow, head hitting plaster as you threw your head back with a cry towards the ceiling.
Logan growled with approval as his teeth scraped over the length of your throat, rolling his hips a second time, this time slower, more deliberate.
“Fuck,” you grit your teeth “L-Logan”
His breath was hot and heavy against your ear as he chuckled lightly “Don"t worry, I plan too”
In spite of yourself, a whimper tumbled from your lips.
“But,” he leaned back slightly, pulling your legs free of his midsection, hand still firmly on your hip. “Not right now”
You blinked, processing his words as he leaned back slightly.
“W-what?”
“You heard me” he smirked, his free hand disappearing up under your skirt, his calloused fingers teasing the inside of your thigh.
You jumped slightly with a gasp as they were replaced by metal, cold against your skin before it disappeared, his fingertips ghosting over the fabric of your panties. “Not right now” He repeated, his voice cool and even.
As fast as it had appeared, his hand dropped from between your legs, but not before his middle finger pushed firmly against that throbbing bundle of nerves and he turned on his heel, leaving you leaning against the wall to collect yourself.
“LOGAN!’ You nearly shrieked and he stopped mid-stride halfway between you and the front door, but he kept his back to you.
“What?” His deep voice amused at your obvious frustration. “Something wrong?” He taunted, echoing your own words back at you.
You clenched your teeth together, biting down hard on the inside of your cheek as he stood stationary.
“I can"t stay,” he said simply “I"ve got things to do…”
You glared at the back of his head “It"s two o"clock in the morning, what the fuck could you possibly have to do?!”
“Not fucking you seems to be at the top of that list” he mused, turning back to face you. “Seems to be the thing that would piss you off the most”
You took a sharp breath in through your nose and he laughed again.
“Unclench your jaw babe, it"s not a good look”
“You"re not doing this to best me” you finally spoke, but keeping your voice quiet.
“Oh no?” He cocked an eyebrow curiously
You shook your head
“Then why am I doing it?” He asked, arms folding over his broad chest
“Because you"re scared,” you challenged, finally moving away from the wall and moving toward him slowly as you continued “You"ve got some deep seated fucked up trauma that you don"t talk about because God forbid you let someone in”
His eyes narrowed as you came to a stop, a few feet from where he stood. “Stop”
“Did I hit a nerve?” You cocked your head slightly, still aware you were in nothing but your skirt and a bra. “Or a memory?” you whispered
“Don"t” he snapped, the warning clear in his voice, but still you pushed
“Ooh, the dark brooding angry side, like I haven"t seen that before. You rolled your eyes. “Come on Logan,” you laughed “You and I both know you"re a walking fucking disaster, the screaming nightmares night after night, your drinking problem…. other problems”
As you continued, he clenched his hands into fists and you could see the flash of his white teeth in the darkness, the tips of his claws glinting in the moonlight.
Despite your heart slamming in your chest, you somehow managed to keep your voice even.
“Don"t even get me started on those” you bit, glancing briefly at his hands. “All they do is cause damage….” You intentionally scratched at your scar.
Logan snapped, claws out, teeth bared, he lunged at you in the darkness.
Before you could blink, wondering if maybe you"d taken it too far, you found yourself on top of the bar on your back, Logan"s weight pinning you there as he loomed over you, nose to nose, claws of his right hand buried as deep as he could get them into the bartop.
He was breathing hard, jaw clenched tight.
You jumped slightly as he wrenched his hand free of the polished wood; his eyes fixed on yours. You didn"t dare move, not that you could if you had wanted to.
“Not. Another. Fucking. Word.” He snarled, his breath warm against your already flushed cheeks.
You managed a half nod before he crushed his mouth against yours, his teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip, making you cry out against his mouth.
This time there was zero hesitation as he broke your kiss, a quick flash of silver metal rendering your bra completely useless as it fell to pieces.
Your skirt was the next casualty, his claws running right down the centre, cutting it to useless ribbons of fabric.
He locked eyes with you, claws retracted as he tossed his shirt into the darkness and worked open his belt, pushing his jeans off his hips, his fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear and you smirked when you noticed he wasn"t wearing any of his own.
You bit down on your lip as you lifted your hips.
You were breathing hard, but you couldn"t will yourself to stop, heart still racing as warm hands pushed your knees apart, Logan moving himself closer.
“What, no foreplay?” You breathed
Logan scoffed, his hands finding your hips. “As if you need it”
He yanked you forward roughly, off the edge of the bar and you gasped, an arm instinctively wrapping around his neck as you caught yourself on his shoulder with the other hand.
His hands holding firmly under your thighs, supporting the entirety of your weight with ease as your legs found their way back around his waist.
Neither of you spoke, your breathing was shaky and ragged; his was slow and even.
His fingers flexed against your thigh, sending a shockwave of electricity straight to your core.
You gasped, breathing hard enough that your chest brushed against his every time you inhaled.
“Scared?” He smirked, still painfully close and doing nothing about it, despite the press of his arousal against the inside of your thigh.
You shook your head slowly, knowing full well if he couldn"t feel your heart slamming against your ribs, he could likely smell it on you.
As if to prove your point, his nose slid slowly along your cheek as he leaned forward, taking a deep breath as his lips pressed against your ear, his weight pushing you back against the edge of the bar.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his breath tickled your neck.
“Liar” he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. You whimpered, leaning harder against his chest as his teeth pulled on your earlobe, at the same time his hips thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift movement.
You cried out, arching against him, your nails biting into his bare shoulder.
Without so much as a second breath he thrust again, using the bar at your back to his advantage, his hands moving to your hips. The bruising ache of his gripping fingers, buried deep in your flesh. The familiar sting of metal biting flesh right above his fingers as you rocked against him, shamelessly moaning against his neck.
You bent your head just enough to run your tongue over the hollow of his collarbone, a needy moan against your neck sending shivers through your entire body.
You lifted your head only to be met by a demanding, possessive kiss. Rough and sloppy as one of his hands found its way into your hair. His tongue tangling with yours as your own fingers twisted in his thick, dark locks, pulling hard, a feral growl escaping from deep in his chest as you squeezed your legs harder around his waist as he fucked you harder.
He pulled his mouth from yours and you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. Both of you breathing hard, your lungs burning from the effort of it.
“Logan I-” you managed before a desperate moan tumbled from your lips “Oh, God” Your nails moving to drag down the expanse of his bare back.
You threw your head back, feeling his arms wrap around your frame, crushing you against his chest as your orgasm rocked your body, your fingernails buried deep in the flesh of his back, his animalistic roar echoing around the empty bar before he collapsed against you.
You could feel the raised welts your nails had left in their wake down his back slowly starting to heal themselves as he eased his hold on you,
Your breath caught in your throat slightly as he slid from inside you, leaving you feeling empty…wanting to be full.
He let your legs slip from around his waist with a sigh, both of you panting hard.
You opened your mouth to speak, your eyes searching his face and he shook his head almost like he had read your mind.
“Logan…”
“Not another word” he smirked
“But I-”
Before you could protest further, he took your face in both hands and kissed you deeply; your feet leaving the floor as he hoisted you into his arms.
You pulled back with a giggle as his beard scratched against your cheek and he kissed a path along your jaw.
“I can walk” you quipped, your arms finding their way around his neck as you leaned against his shoulder.
“Not once I get through with you” he breathed against the shell of your ear.
You whimpered and he laughed, smirking against your skin; the ghost of his breath sending a shiver down the length of your spine as he carried you up the stairs towards your apartment.