[ She worries briefly about being somehow lacking, because while she is still herself the fact remains that she is not his Storm, but the thought cannot gain purchase in her mind because his kiss is deliciously slow and deep and honestly has her feeling a little weak in the knees.
A small sound of pleasure and encouragement slips from her mouth into his, and she slips her hands under his shirt to run them up his back, suddenly feeling like she can't get close enough. ]
[ He's asked himself a thousand times if it was just about what he'd lost; if it was only some selfish yearning that he had unfairly projected onto her. But Storm is the same as she ever was, strong and proud, genuine and beautiful. Maybe he can't help but love her, a feeling too great to be constrained by the boundaries of time and space.
Logan hums against her lips at the contact, a note low in his chest that's more like a rolling growl. His palms map the curve of her ass, and then he's cupping her under each thigh, pulling her up into his arms. ]
[ She would be surprised to hear him think in such ways, if nothing else because she spent a long time thinking that it was someone else he felt that way about.
But she isn't a telepath, and so the only thing she hears is that lovely rumble coming from deep within him, and her own breathless laughter as he hoists her up into his arms.
It feels good to have both arms and legs wrapped around him, and to show her appreciation she sends a cool little breeze down the back of his shirt to caress his skin. ]
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A small sound of pleasure and encouragement slips from her mouth into his, and she slips her hands under his shirt to run them up his back, suddenly feeling like she can't get close enough. ]
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Logan hums against her lips at the contact, a note low in his chest that's more like a rolling growl. His palms map the curve of her ass, and then he's cupping her under each thigh, pulling her up into his arms. ]
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But she isn't a telepath, and so the only thing she hears is that lovely rumble coming from deep within him, and her own breathless laughter as he hoists her up into his arms.
It feels good to have both arms and legs wrapped around him, and to show her appreciation she sends a cool little breeze down the back of his shirt to caress his skin. ]