[ The quick stab of fear that fills him in her silence is absolute as it is dreadful. Logan finds he has no regrets though, and nothing in the world would ever compel him to take it back. She might reject it, but at least this time he's said it, and she knows, and he isn't left watching a shovelful of dirt hit a coffin lid while he wishes he had been less of a coward.
Storm's reply makes him breathe once more, overtaken by relief and surprise.
When he kisses her again, it's with a slow, tender certainty. This time he does pull her in, his warm hands sliding beneath her shirt. ]
[ It's been quite a while since she had hands on her like this, and she soaks up the touch like a cat basks in a warm spot of sunlight. She takes in every nuance of the moment, the contrast between his soft lips and the coarse beard around them, the tingling sensation spreading over her skin in the wake of the slide of his hands, the way her pulse has started to pick up some speed. ]
Say it again?
[ A request rather than a demand, while her fingers get busy unbuttoning his shirt. ]
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Storm's reply makes him breathe once more, overtaken by relief and surprise.
When he kisses her again, it's with a slow, tender certainty. This time he does pull her in, his warm hands sliding beneath her shirt. ]
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Say it again?
[ A request rather than a demand, while her fingers get busy unbuttoning his shirt. ]