| Summary:
A challenge fic - Miz Denton and I had challenged each other to a duel
of sorts - to write a steamy scene between Logan and my original
character Danielle, aka Panther. |
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Before the Mazda Scene
written by Miz Denton "I just came down to see what was taking you so long." Jean told Scott. She watched him come out from under his prized Mazda, wipe his hands clean and take her into his arms. "I'm glad you did. I was getting lonely." Scott's lips covered hers, cutting off her reply whatever it might have been. Jean wrapped her arms around his neck and let him have his way, the feel of his lips on her skin sent skitters of desire up and down her spine. But, Scott was not content to simply kiss his wife, he wanted more and he wanted it right then. He scooped up Jean and, with an evil grin, settled her on Logan's motorcycle. He rucked her shirt up and slid his hands across her flat stomach and up her back. "Scott! What if one of the kids walks in?" "Lock the door." he whispered in her ear. A grin spread across Jean's face and the sound of a clicking lock could clearly be heard. "That's my girl." "You're incorrigible." she said, even as she worked on the buttons on his shirt. He laughed. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The sounds of lovemaking were unmistakable and the scent of a female in heat could not be ignored. Logan followed his nose and his ears to the garage. He tried the door but it was locked. So, he peered in through a window in the door and beheld quite a sight. Jean and Scott, entangled on his motorcycle, deep in their lovemaking. "Well, well, well, One Eye, I woulda' never thought ya had it in ya." he muttered. Scott stood in front of Jean, his shirt half-off, his pants in a puddle on the floor, his arms tightly gripping Jean's hips. Jean was draped around Scott, her legs wrapped around his, her hands buried in his hair, her eyes closed. Logan felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched them. That could have been him in there with Jean but the twinge disappeared as quickly as it came. Danielle was in his life and his bed and he could honestly say he was happy. Scott's body shuddered, a groan slipping from him. Jean cried out, clutching at him, then she went limp and Logan saw Jean's head drooping against Scott's shoulder. *Amateur.* Logan thought. *I wouldn't be finished yet.* He watched the two lovers calm themselves and cuddle for a few moments before an evil grin crossed his face. He raised his hand and banged on the door. "Hey? Why's this door locked? Some of us would like to get in there." He chuckled when he saw Scott turn and, probably, glare in his direction. A few moments later, the door gave under his hand and he walked into the garage just in time to see Scott lifting Jean off the motorcycle. "Jean, darlin', if ya' wanted to go for a ride, why didn't ya' just ask?" Jean flushed but did not respond. Logan chuckled. "I see. You've already been for a ride, Hope you held on tight." Jean cleared her throat, took Scott's hand in hers and dragged him from the garage. Not giving Scott the chance to say anything at all to Logan. **********************************
and now Sunshine's reply... Scott had lent Danielle his prized Mazda while he took possession of her Trans Am for a transmission job - putting her vehicle out of commission for a while. She had gone for the day running errands and picking up parts for the Trans Am at the local garage. Before heading home, she promised to pick up a few special items from the grocery store for Scott - in particular, double chocolate fudge ice cream for Jean. She arrived home and was surprised to find Logan down in the garage. He was alone - working on refurbishing a motorcycle. His ears listened to the Mazda roll in and the soft sound of her shoes on the cement floor drew his attention away from the motorcycle. She walked over to the passenger side of the car swinging the door open to begin unloading the purchases she had made. Logan stood up and watched her - lustfully observing her every move. He watched how her skirt hugged her hips - hips he enjoyed grinding into night after night. She knew he was there and purposely leaned into the car bending over and allowing the skirt to ride up and show more leg. Logan cocked an eyebrow and growled softly. She was teasing him and he knew it. Logan walked over slowly and slyly and he grasped her hand as she stood up. He pulled her close claiming her lips with a passion-filled kiss. "I missed ya," he said softly. She looked deep into his eyes - that bright feline golden hue began to shine in her eyes. "Missed ya, too," she replied. This was an unspoken request for sex. Absorbed in the heightened feelings of arousal and feral passion, Danielle allowed her lover to kiss her again. But as they did, she maneuvered him to sit in the car - the back door was swung open and she stood before him with a sneaky smile on her face. She pushed him in further and the rest of her purchases ended up tossed to the ground outside. Danielle hopped inside with him and closed all the doors of the Mazda. Straddling his lap, she hiked up her skirt, unzipped his jeans, and tore open the flannel shirt he wore. He popped a claw slicing her panties - this would be the fourth pair this week that had been victimized. Without any hesitation, she took him inside - letting her warm wet arousal allow him to slide in. He growled with pleasure as she began moving over him - her hips slowly grinding against his - her internal muscles gripping and massaging him. She purred softly and straightened up - allowing him possession of her breasts. Danielle felt his tongue on her nipple, then his teeth playfully pulling at it. His hands ran down her sides and grasped her hips. She looked into his eyes - his eyes focused strongly on her silently demanding her to pleasure him. Danielle need not hear the words but understood Logan wanted her to please him as only she could. Her motions increased in speed and Logan's fingers dug into her hips holding her to him. He grunted and growled. She moaned with pleasure. Before long, the Mazda's windows were hazed over with the steam of their heat. Scott ventured down to the garage. He had waited a bit for Danielle to appear and decided to go assist her in unloading the car. He never expected to find what he did. The car was rocking on its framework, the springs creaking with the frenzied motion of two people making love, and he could hear their vocalizations of passion. With the sound of release, the loud groan of Logan as he climaxed, and the slowing of the rocking, Scott stood silent and unsure if he should leave before they exited the car or stand there and wait so he could ball out Logan for using his car for a sexual encounter. Too bad he didn't realize it was Danielle who initiated this joining. A moment later, the car door opened. Danielle stepped out and blushed in seeing Scott. She glanced down to see the ice cream he had requested she purchase melting on the garage floor. She fixed her hair and pulled down her skirt and walked past Scott without saying a word. She would apologize to him later. Logan waited a long moment before he slipped out of the car. Scott was now standing about ten feet away with his arms crossed over his chest and if Logan could see his eyes he was sure they were glaring at him hatefully. Without any chat, Logan stood up and looked at Scott smugly while zipping his fly and replacing his belt buckle. A small smile curled up on his lips as he pranced proudly past Scott. *Payback for screwing Jean on my bike,* Logan thought to himself. |
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