Heightened Senses

©2000 Julie King

Genre: Romance

Sex Content: NC-17

Violence Content: none

Language Content: NC-17

Characters: Original Female, X-MEN Character

The shower was refreshing, but it didn't wash the regret away. Why, why, why did he have to tell her so much! He shouldn't have gone on and on about the details of what had been done to them. Obviously, she had blocked the whole horror out as if it never happened. It was his nightmare; he should have kept it that way.

Logan slipped his jeans back on and came out to find some blankets and a pillow on the couch. The shirt he had whipped off and tossed in the chair was now neatly folded with his boots adroitly arranged next to it.

The slight smile at the womanly touch turned to a deep dejection as he glanced at the bolted bedroom door. Not that he presumed to think they would have slept together, having just met, but he wanted to make sure Loreli was all right. It hurt to see the haunting horror in her eyes and she seemed withdrawn from him as though he was the one that had done it to them. He heartily hoped the apparent attraction building between them had not been lost. He'd give anything to comfort her now and was truly tempted to knock on the door. Obviously, she wanted to be left alone. She knew he was out here and he had to leave it at that.

He sighed as he stepped on to the soft bear rug. Bunching the feathery fur up between his toes, he contemplated the couch. He certainly wasn't going to fit on it unless he slept balled up on his side and he hated that. He preferred being stretched out. He grabbed the bedding and dumped it on the rug away from the head.

"Well, bub, it's just you and me."

He lay down on his stomach with his head turned to the fire. He had just started dozing when he felt furtive footsteps approaching. He looked up to find Loreli standing there wrapped in a blanket, shoulders bare, hair disheveled. The hazel eyes bearing down on him were wild and restless. Delighted, he rolled over on to his back and opened his arms to her. The blanket fell away revealing her fine figure as she came down on top of him.

His tongue was a talented treat that brought her to the edge even before they had gotten his jeans off. It was almost a ritual with him that he loved to do the first time he was with a lady. For him, it established the ground rules that he was not just in it for himself. No matter how feral he felt, he learned along time ago that a feast for one wasn't as satisfying as a scrumptious supper for two. He liked to make sure that he was giving as much as he was getting, if not more.

The delight quickly turned into disappointment soon after. He had been with a variety of women in a lot of different circumstances, but she was coming on too hard and too strong to point of turning him off. His heightened senses amplified everything, making sex a delicious diversion, but she was taking all the pleasure out of it with her desperation. She was forcing too much on him like she had satisfy everything at once- a demand that would never be met. It felt like she was using him to purge the demons out of her... and replace it with something else. He paused as comprehension clicked in his mind.

She stopped and held her breath, hunting his eyes for acceptance. Even though she didn't directly remember it, she still matched him pain for pain. They were two of a kind and she wanted to be taken to a new level that no one else in the world would ever be able to do except him.

Now that he got it, he wanted it as much as she did. He would match her, pleasure for pleasure, passion for passion. A flash of understanding passed between them and then he took over. He rolled her on to her back and placed her hands at her sides as he stretched out beside her with his head propped up on his hand. He massaged her forehead with feathery fingers and closed her eyes.

"Relax... let it all go," he cooed quietly in her ear. "Now, you have heightened senses the same as I do, right?" She nodded. "That means there is more to amplify."

"I don't understand," she whispered in that throaty voice of hers that really turned him on. Her eyes popped open in puzzlement.

"Most people don't know how to utilize all of their senses. They generally focus on the one that's being stimulated the most and ignore the others."

"Yeah, it makes it easier to concentrate on what's happening, you know?"

"And that is the key. Don't concentrate, just let it happen. Let sex be a symphony of the senses, not just one solo at a time."

"Very poetic. I didn't know there was an artist buried under that animalistic exterior."

"Hush, that's a secret. I still have a rude, crude and bad attitude image to maintain. Now shhhh." Logan ran his fingers down over her eyes again. "I am going to teach you to let go and amplify it all. Are you ready?" Loreli nodded again in anticipation.

"This is a solo..." he leaned over and without warning, went right for the most attractive area where his fingers found and tantalizingly teased the most sensitive spot. She gasped at the unexpected erotic advance and started to reach for him, but he firmly put her hands back at her sides with his free hand. He increased the pressure until she started fidgeting frantically and clenching her fists. He finished by lightening his touch to a mere tickle, sending shivers down her spine. Supremely satisfied with his "demonstration", he stretched out again by her side.

"Very nice solo," she breathed. She started to open her eyes again, but he carefully closed them.

"Keep them closed. You already know how to use your eyes. First, you are going to listen." He scooted up until his chest was next to her ear and he lightly pressed her head against him. "Can you hear my heartbeat?"

Loreli sighed softly. Strong and steady, it made her feel safe and sheltered.

Logan let her listen a bit before released her head and leaned back. She didn't want it to go away, so she heightened her hearing to keep the sound there. He knew that is what she would do and asked if she could still hear it. She nodded, entirely engrossed.

Next, he ran his hand up and down his torso and then held it hovering over her nose. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musky masculine scent. It aroused her even more in its feral familiarity as an instinctive identifier of his presence. He moved his hand farther away from her nose. Automatically, she zeroed in on it to keep the smell strong. "Can you still smell it?"

He watched as a frown creased her face, knowing what had happened. By focusing on the smell, she had lost his heartbeat. He leaned back in and lowered his hand. "Relax, let go. Don't concentrate one or the other, just let them both fill you up." He waited until the frown turned into bliss before he slowly pulled back. The smile didn't waver. She was totally tuned into her senses of him and nothing else. She was automatically amplifying them both; he could go across the room now and it would still seem like he was right here.

A gleeful grin curled the corners of his mouth. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Again, he leaned over, went right back to that sensitive spot, and started doing the same thing as before.

Loreli's senses exploded in ecstasy. For an instant, his sound, his smell and then his touch created a cascade of pure pleasure in a very individual intimacy that was uniquely his. She screamed and pushed him away as she bolted up, gasping for air. "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod. Ooooohhhh myyyyyy Goooooood!"

"And that is a symphony," Logan intoned triumphantly as he stretched out on his side, propping his head again to watch her.

It took her awhile to catch her breath as the significance sprang up in her mind. He would mostly likely not be the last man (although probably the absolute best) to perform such an act of foreplay, but from now on it would not be so simple. It would be doubly delectable and deliciously different with each man who had his own sound and smell to go with it. The possibilities... and what about other acts of foreplay... and what about the ultimate act... Oh. My. God.

"And just imagine what it will be like with both of us having heightened senses," he whispered wistfully.

"Oh, my God..." Slowly she laid back down next to him, still reeling in the sensual repercussions. "How? You've been doing that all long, haven't you? How did you know how...?"

Logan shrugged as he gazed into the fireplace beyond her, watching the flames flume and flicker beyond her profile. "I don't know... I can see where you get so caught up into relying on your senses for survival that you had forgotten what pleasure they bring. As for me..."

Suddenly, he was on top of her with his elbows on either side of her head and his heat swelling between them. The movement caught her by surprise, but that was nothing compared to the intense, intimidating, almost insane eyes blazing down on her. It made her breath falter faintly with fear.

"When I want something," he hissed in a wicked whisper, "I want it all. I won't just take you, I will take it all. And I want to be totally taken by you. Your scent," he took a deep breath of her, which inflamed him even more.

"Your sound- I can feel and hear your heart pounding under me." He pressed down on her harder and snapped his neck with a calculated crack as though he was getting ready for a fight.

"Your taste." His mouth came down on hers like he was going to take her last breath. When he lifted his head again for air, the intimidation had been replaced by a Cheshire cat grin of elusive expectation. "I guess you could say I'm an animal that way," he murmured mischievously.

"You're insane!" she exclaimed. She started to push him off, but ended up pulling him to her even closer. He covered just about every inch of her body with his, which was highly hairy. She became acutely aware of all the points where the delectable downy hair brushed against her smooth skin. With the fluffy fur underneath her, she was completely cocooned by hair and loved it.

"You forgot about skin," she suspired as he slowly started rocking on her hips. "You know, the largest sense organ of the body." She forced her fingers into his thick, tousled hair and kneaded his neck hair.

"You mean..." he noted between nibbles on her neck, ears and throat. "... how your satiny soft, smooth skin... feels soooo goood against mine."

The rocking increased. Loreli worked her hands down to his back and dug her nails in until they broke flesh. She flattened her fingers over the area so that she could feel the cuts close before they even bled. That elicited an interesting melodious moan from some where in the back of his throat.

"You mean..." she asked as she opened her legs wide underneath him, "...this skin?"

"That skin... is... especially sweet."

She slid her hands down between them, seeking the prized prowess of his physique. The moan shifted to a gasping growl as she maneuvered it into place between her legs.

Logan froze, letting the exquisite energy build between them as he took a deep breath. He let her scent and sound fill him, knowing she was doing the same. When they were ready, they both opened their eyes to each other. He gazed down into the dazzling depths of hazel and found a deep desire and an unconditional acceptance of him. She saw that the intensity was back in his exotic eyes, but instead of intimidation, there was an enchantment that everything he ever wanted in life was right here in his arms.

Nothing else existed except the here and now and what they were sharing. He bent down, lightly licked her lips, and then thrust into her with a powerful passion.

His control and recovery were mind boggling and the releases were sensually soul shattering. For Logan, the final release was almost cathartic. He had never felt so contented in his entire life. And as she snuggled in his arms, he had never slept so sweetly and soundly. The nightmares never came.

The End