| The story that inspired this section. Written by Miz
Denton making use of Danielle aka Panther with my permission. |
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| Danielle peeled the
remains of the skirt from her hips and let it drop to the bathroom
floor. Her shoes, shirt and underwear followed. She stretched, wincing
at her protesting muscles, and turned the hot water knob on the shower
as far as it would go. The tile floor felt deliciously cool under her
feet, so she leaned against the wall in a vain attempt to cool her
fevered skin before her shower. She held out her hand under the shower
head and smiled. No waiting for hot water at The Xavier School. She stepped into the shower stall and pulled the shower curtain closed, letting the water pound the aches and dirt from her latest round of lovemaking with Logan. She took a washcloth and squirted a bit of shower gel on it and ran it across her shoulders, hissing when the soap sank into still healing bite marks. She enjoyed making love to Logan in the woods. She loved the feel of the bark under her fingers, the scent of her mate mingling with the earthy loam of the forest, the sounds of the forest mixing with the sounds of their lovemaking. She loved to make love in the woods, but it made her filthy. She wrung the washcloth out and let the soapy water run down her arms, across her stomach and down her legs. She passed the washcloth across the small of her back and made a face, the bruises Logan left were still fresh. She smiled at the memories of their last joining and looked forward to the next time. Logan possessed her like no other man she had ever known. He took her body and soul, fiercely protecting her soul while making passionate love to her body. Her stomach muscles trembled at just the thought of Logan touching her and she laughed. It felt great to be loved. As if her thoughts had summoned him, she sensed Logan coming into the bathroom, catching his scent when he opend the bathroom door. She smiled and waited. The shower curtain pulled back and Logan stepped into the shower stall, flithy and looking for her. She growled softly at him, presenting a challenge. He smiled and came up behind her, craddling her against him like they did in the woods. He took the washcloth from her hands and ran it slowly across her breasts. "I thought ya' might need someone t' wash yer back." he whispered in her ear. His tongue came out and traced the delicate curve of her ear, tasting the water. His hands dipped lower still until they came to the apex of her thighs. Slowly, he ran the washcloth down and then through her legs, then back. A low purr rose from her throat even as her legs threatened to buckle on her. His hands continued on their quest and her body responded, arching against his hand. A whimper came from her throat. Logan let the washcloth drop and let his teeth continue, nipping her ear, then her shoulder blade. Danielle tilted her head back, wrapped one arm around his neck and covered his lips with hers. The hot water continued to beat down on them, a warm, wet curtain pulled around them, sealing them off from the rest of the world. The mansion could have burned down around the two lovers and they would have never noticed. She twisted in his arms, turning to face him. She looked up into his eyes and saw the hunger she felt mirrored in his eyes. Her tongue came out and licked the droplets of water from his chest. She moved lower, delighting in the vocalizations that Logan made as she traveled further south. Logan's head snapped back and a growl tore loose from his throat. *Dear heaven...* He looked down and Danielle held him in her hand, gently stroking the satiny flesh. "Woman..." he began, before his brain short-circuited. She smiled and stood and pushed him back until he was against the shower wall, then she claimed his lips again, her fingers tangling in his hair, his arousal intoxicating. "Make love to me, Logan." Danielle whispered, nipping his shoulder blade. His hands slid down to cup her buttocks, then lifted her up, only to impale her. She wrapped one slim leg around his muscular one and braced herself against the wall. He moved in her, gentle this time, not violent like when they were out in the forest. It was like he was trying to be civilized. But neither Logan or Danielle were civilized and that was the way they wanted it. Soon, civilization was forgotten, he pumped in her harder, faster, bucking against her, his fingers digging into the tender skin of her shoulders, his grunts and growls filling her ears. Danielle clung to Logan, her fingernails drawing blood by digging into his shoulders, shuddering against each wave of pleasure. Her head snapped back and she cried out, her body arching against him, her release coming swiftly. Too soon, it was over and they were in a heap on the shower floor, the warm water coursing over them. "Yer gonna be the death o' me, woman." Logan muttered. Danielle smiled and kissed him. |