Title and Chapter Number: Sometimes 1/1 PWP
Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Disclaimer: Wolverine and other X-Men Characters are owned by their Marvel Comics and their respective creators and they retain all rights. Fireheart and other OC's are owned by me.
Special Warning: None
Cast: Wolverine, OC Female
Spoiler: Not really, since this never happened
Summary: Summary implies plot, of which there is not a shread.
I love it when he does that.
It's a game now, get across the yard without tripping the lights, through the door past the dead bolt, past the dogs, up the stairs into my room, as close as possible to the bed and naked without waking either me or the cat sleeping on my feet.
Sometimes I haven't fallen asleep yet, but I'm careful to keep my breathing steady even though my heart is racing. I know he's here, I can smell him. Not cologne, not even sweat, just *him*.
Sometimes he just slips under the covers and curls up against me, his chest pressed to my back, his arms around me, his breath on the back of my neck, and sleeps.
Sometimes he wakes me, gently stroking, kissing, his touch gives me chills and sets me on fire. He kisses me and kisses me for hours, then rolls over and pulls my arms around him. I rest my head on his back and listen to him breathe until I fall asleep.
Sometimes he just lays back on the pillows next to me and lets me watch him stroke himself while I do the same.
Sometimes he lets me suck him. I love the smell of his hair and the taste of his skin, the feel of the smooth head of his hard cock on my tongue, and the appreciative little noises he makes and when he holds onto my hair while thrusting with his hips in time.
Sometimes he turns me on my back, rubs my breasts, sucks and bites my nipples, licks my clit and buries his fingers in my pussy. I put my feet on his shoulders and my fingers in his hair and pull him deeper into me. He growls at me and lifts my hips and licks my ass. When he thinks I've had enough, he takes my hands and holds them above my head, pinning me down with his body and presses his cock into me. I can smell myself on his face and taste myself on his lips when he kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist trying to pull him in even deeper. He pushes hard into me, then pulls almost out, than slams into me again. I think he likes it when I scream and claw at his back and pull his hair. Once I bit him. I thought I tasted blood, but in the moon light there was no mark on him.
Sometimes he pulls me over onto him. I straddle his hips and bury his cock inside me. I balance with my hands on his hard-soft chest, rock back and forth or rotate my pelvis, grinding my clit against him. Then he grabs my hips and lifts me up, pulls me back down and thrusts up into me at the same time. If I lean over on his chest he buries his face in my hair and growls, "Fuck me, make me cum." And then he does.
Sometimes he rolls me onto my stomach. He straddles my thighs and makes me arch my back. He slides into my pussy and there is no feeling like it, so primal, animal. He might lean over me and bite at my neck and shoulders, his hard thighs making smacking noises against my ass. Or lean back and slam me harder, take my wrists and hold them in the small of my back with one of his hands, punctuating each thrust with a sound smack on my ass.
Sometimes he slips out, past the cat and the dogs and the locks and lights while I sleep.
But sometimes he stays. I lay enveloped in the safety and strength of his arms as the sun rises, the peepers and crickets still chirping their chorus, the birds waking in song.
Yeah, I love it when he does that.