Goddess, he's beautiful...
He moves with primal grace, muscles and sinews tensing and flexing under that skin, soft pale flesh that glows when he stands like this. I love the line of his back, or lines I should say. Lines of strength and skill that run the length of his body. Broad shoulders, smooth skin...
He knows I'm here.
I've done all I can to disguise my presence, even shifted the wind to carry my scent away from here, away from him. And yet he still knows.
And he likes it..
We've been doing this ever since he returned. Ever since he came back from that place. The one he'll not talk about. Not that it's any of my business. But I like to think he's come to trust me. After all, he lets me sit here and watch.
He smiles, seemingly at no one, but I know that smile is for me. The smile that says he knows I'm enjoying this, enjoying watching him. And he's right. I am enjoying it. I haven't felt this way about anyone in a long while, haven't wanted anyone like this in ages. And I want him.
And he knows that too.
Will today be the day? Will he call me to him? Hold his hand out to me, beckoning? He could have Jean if he wants, we all know that, even Scott. That Jean remains faithful is admirable. I know were I in her place, I'd have trouble saying no. If I had to choose...
And if he does call me, would I go? Would I step out of hiding and into the circle of his arms? Would I carry us from this place to a quieter, more secluded one where I could worship his body as surely as he'd worship mine? Would his flesh taste as musky and salty-sweet as I've imagined? Would we make love under the hunter's moon, dry leaves sticking to our sweat dampened skin? Would his voice echo off the trees and rocks as he shouted his climax?
When I said "Join us" that day in the hall, when I called him back, I expected him to say no. Scott and I were leaders in our own right, but Scott would have let him leave. I could not. We needed him.
I needed him.
And I need him still, not as Wolverine. I want... no, I need Logan.
~~~fin~~~