June 2008 : Broken Glass
Name: Logan, James Howlett, Wolverine
Fandom: XMen(movies), Wolverine & Wolverine Origins(comics)
Word Count: 565
Rating: MA - Implied sexual content, graphic violence
She came out of the bathroom painted in a slick black dress. Looking at her his mouth twisted into a wild grin. Leaning back on the bed, his weight held up on one arm, the other holding a glass of whiskey. He didn't say a word. Just watched her.
"The Dolce and Gabana?"
She gave him a turn. Woman had legs any man would want wrapped around him, runway models would kill for them. A sound like latex being peeled from wet skin cut her voice off. This dress was red. Like her hair. Made her look like a flame. Hot. Flared out at the knees. Dipped down so low in the front he was seeing cleavage for days. He groaned and took a sip from his glass.
"...Or the Van Dyne?"
A sound like thunder rumbled in his chest. His voice was a smooth as the aged whiskey he drank,but ground down a bit with the wind and weather he lived in.
"I like the blue one, darlin'."
That laugh of hers made his heart race and his blood boil. Resting her hands on her hips she made her way towards him. Invisible hands peeling that fire colored frock from her long, blue frame.
"I know you do."
They never left the room. His tux was laying in a pile on the floor. The sheets were a twisted mess of sweat and limbs. Sitting on the edge of the bed he swallowed the last bit of booze from the bottle. Tangled in the silky fabric she looked up at him with love in her eyes. A silent plea for him to see that this was more then a tryst.
"Baby....please."
The strain in her voice made his heart twist. She wasn't the woman they all knew. With him she was something else. Her voice was soft. It was sweet. Broke his heart when she begged like that.
"Ain't like it's gonna hurt me."
"It hurts me Logan."
She wraps her arms around him from behind. Dark blue skin was a strange contrast to his olive toned hide. Where she is smooth from head to toe, he's covered in thick tufts of course hair. Her eyes are like fire, his a bottomless ocean of pain. Shoulder length wisps of red hair fall against his shoulder where she laid her head. In his hands he holds an empty bottle, letting it dangle from where his arms dug into his knees.
"Little bit a death..." Staring at that empty bottle, his somber eyes stared back. "It's the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore."
Sound of glass breaking filled the room. The jagged edges of the bottle were jabbed into his back. She went deep too. Tearing into his liver. Then his kidneys. Every stab from that bottle made her tears fall harder. The sheets that had been stained with the secretions of their love making now dripped with the blood that flowed from his heavy body. When the breath finally left his body in a heap on the bed she threw the broken bottle against the wall.
Just like all the other times she got up from the bed wiped her tears, took a hot shower and waited for him to come back....he always came back. Never said it, never told her he loved her, but he always came back....
Fandom: XMen(movies), Wolverine & Wolverine Origins(comics)
Word Count: 565
Rating: MA - Implied sexual content, graphic violence
She came out of the bathroom painted in a slick black dress. Looking at her his mouth twisted into a wild grin. Leaning back on the bed, his weight held up on one arm, the other holding a glass of whiskey. He didn't say a word. Just watched her.
"The Dolce and Gabana?"
She gave him a turn. Woman had legs any man would want wrapped around him, runway models would kill for them. A sound like latex being peeled from wet skin cut her voice off. This dress was red. Like her hair. Made her look like a flame. Hot. Flared out at the knees. Dipped down so low in the front he was seeing cleavage for days. He groaned and took a sip from his glass.
"...Or the Van Dyne?"
A sound like thunder rumbled in his chest. His voice was a smooth as the aged whiskey he drank,but ground down a bit with the wind and weather he lived in.
"I like the blue one, darlin'."
That laugh of hers made his heart race and his blood boil. Resting her hands on her hips she made her way towards him. Invisible hands peeling that fire colored frock from her long, blue frame.
"I know you do."
They never left the room. His tux was laying in a pile on the floor. The sheets were a twisted mess of sweat and limbs. Sitting on the edge of the bed he swallowed the last bit of booze from the bottle. Tangled in the silky fabric she looked up at him with love in her eyes. A silent plea for him to see that this was more then a tryst.
"Baby....please."
The strain in her voice made his heart twist. She wasn't the woman they all knew. With him she was something else. Her voice was soft. It was sweet. Broke his heart when she begged like that.
"Ain't like it's gonna hurt me."
"It hurts me Logan."
She wraps her arms around him from behind. Dark blue skin was a strange contrast to his olive toned hide. Where she is smooth from head to toe, he's covered in thick tufts of course hair. Her eyes are like fire, his a bottomless ocean of pain. Shoulder length wisps of red hair fall against his shoulder where she laid her head. In his hands he holds an empty bottle, letting it dangle from where his arms dug into his knees.
"Little bit a death..." Staring at that empty bottle, his somber eyes stared back. "It's the only thing that makes me feel alive anymore."
Sound of glass breaking filled the room. The jagged edges of the bottle were jabbed into his back. She went deep too. Tearing into his liver. Then his kidneys. Every stab from that bottle made her tears fall harder. The sheets that had been stained with the secretions of their love making now dripped with the blood that flowed from his heavy body. When the breath finally left his body in a heap on the bed she threw the broken bottle against the wall.
Just like all the other times she got up from the bed wiped her tears, took a hot shower and waited for him to come back....he always came back. Never said it, never told her he loved her, but he always came back....