| Title: The Land of Milk and Honey. Rating: NC-17 eventually Spoilers: Nothing you shouldn�t already know about. Disclaimer: I don�t even own the shirt on my back� Summary: Un-smutty smut, one author�s hopeless attempt. M/L *chapter 1* revised and reposted, most of the changes come in chapter 2. The Land of Milk and Honey. (Logan�s POV) I could hear her approach in the hallway, in spite her attempts to remain quiet. I move closer to the doorway, off to the side slightly, just out of her predicted line of sight. I�d paged her earlier, eager to see her, to share with her the miracle that�d just dropped into my lap. A cure, *the* cure, our cure. The magic potion that was about to make all of our dreams come true, that was about to make me happier than when we�d agreed to stop letting the virus horse around with us, to let our feelings rule our lives instead of Manticore, more happier than we�d ever been. I heard the �click� of the lock opening, and my heart constricted in anticipation. I know what I�m about to do might end with me flat on my ass across the room, or unable to have children indefinitely, but it�s the quickest way to show her that it�s real. To prove it�s gone, before her doubts have a chance to surface. Shoot first, ask questions later. She�s barely inside the room before I pounce. I find her lips with mine as I press against her, trapping her to the wall, kicking the door shut on my way. For a moment she�s pliant, responding to my kiss, and I revel in the warmth of her pressed against me. It�s short lived however, and she pushes me away with a hard shove. I stumble back a few steps, not nearly as far as I�d imagined, and immediately lift my hands into a surrender position. �Logan! What the hell do you think you�re doing?� her eyes are blazing, her face flushed, and now that I know I can finally take action, her appearance excites me. �Is it your goal in life to push up posies?� I hold my arms up higher, baring them to her, slowly tilting my head from one side to another, affording her a view of my neck. She falls silent, her rant cut short at the lack of symptoms. �I found it,� I announce, slowly making my way towards her. �You found it� she echoes in disbelief. I lower my arms, stopping a breath away from her and touch her cheek reverently, �I found it�. I kiss her lips gently, a harsh contrast to the wild kiss moments before. I kiss her cheek, making my way to her neck, drawing my hands lightly up her arms as I go. I kiss her throat, and I can feel her soft whisper against my lips. �How?� I shake my head to forestall the answer, not sure I�m ready to explain how I�d come upon the cure. She accepts it for now and I lifted her arms, encouraging her to wrap them around my neck. I turn my attention back to her neck, nibbling on her jaw on my way down. �What would you�ve done if it didn�t work?� she�s obviously failing miserably in an attempt to stay mad. I pull back slightly. Deciding to push my luck, I look her straight in the eyes and deadpan �Then I would�ve died a happy man, with a smile on my lips and uncomfortably tight pants.� |