Log: Logan and Lil

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Logan and Lil's spar has some interesting results.


Logan cranked Lil's arm behind her back, almost forcing her elbow to merge with her shoulderblades. "C'mon, kid, tap out. You're not going anywhere." he said from his perch on her back, kneeling on her spine and bracing her bent-backwards arm against his leg. They'd had a helluva session here, a good back-and-forth. She'd landed some good hits, he got some through her guard, he felt pretty good about all of it. Just to get his point across he cranked back on her arm just a little more.

The blonde woman let out a string of curses directed at both her partner and herself as she continued to try and find some way to break his hold. Nothing had worked to that point and Lil knew he was right: she wasn't going anywhere without tapping out first. But that didn't mean she was ready to admit defeat despite the growing discomfort - not all of which was stemming from her twisted arm. "Fucking old bastard," she spat, willing her hips to stop squirming. Pulse thrumming, breath a little short with a mussed ponytail and skin glowing with effort, the Amazon had been pushed almost to her limit but had gone down fighting and with no real stupid mistakes. "I'm gonna make you eat mat next."

Logan grinned down at her before extending claws and pinning one to either side of her neck, embedding themselves into the floor of the Gym. "Tap out, Lil. You're already dead." he told her as he cranked her arm to the point of real pain and maybe just a bit beyond.

Lil squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself not to make any noise when her arm was wrenched and the claws framed her throat. Instead, she took a deep breath and finally conceeded by tapping her fingers against the mat, praying he didn't rub her too badly about the loss. "I'm done."

The claws retracted themselves and he rolled off her back and to his feet smoothly. "Not bad, kid." he told her. "Held out longer than most." he admitted.

She flopped onto her back to catch her breath and frowned up at him when her eyes finally flickered open again. "Yeah, my stamina's fucking wonderful these days," Lil replied.

Logan just grinned at that. "Since you still got something in the tank how 'bout we take a nice couple-mile jog, work the stiffness out?" he said with a grin. "Be good for ya."

This time Lil did groan, rolling to her knees then standing. "I already did a five mile this morning. And took in fifty laps in the pool along with all my regular shit with the weights and machines." Extra hours in the gym and other exercise facilities were becoming more and more frequent for the giantess. She bent to pick up her water bottle then cracked her next after taking a long sip. "Don't think I got much left in the tank, Logan. Not today.

He looked at her and then thought about it. "I'm too nice. Fine. You get a pass today. But I'd better see you pumpin' iron tomorrow and going for broke or else you will _not_ like the results." he said with a truly nasty grin. "Maybe next time we'll play a little hide-and-seek, Wolverine-style." he said. "See if we can get a little Room time."

The blonde's nose wrinkled at the mention of the Danger Room but she said nothing. It was probably her least favorite place in the mansion. "Did I do something to earn this?" Lil asked with a hint of humor in her voice as green eyes wandered the length and lines of his muscular frame. "Like scratch the bike or is it just 'Beat the shit outta Lil' week and I wasn't informed?"

"Heather asked me about you." he said. "And we can spar here in the room, or outside, but if you want the best live-fire sim outside of actually chucking you at bad guys, the Room's it." he said. "Your rust is pretty much gone, but it's time to get your head in the game, start working on the real thing." he said.

Another long sip and Lil nodded her understanding. It was a little surprising to hear she was specifically being asked about but shouldn't have been now that she thought on it. She knew from Madison's emails that he was training again, too, and that when the Flight Program kicked off again, the two of them would be faced with possibly working on the same team. Heather's questions were probably just a routine check; keeping track of her like Gar had said.

"Right. Head in the game." Thinking of her husband had set her brain off on a tangent though - he was in another country and they were still separated. Meanwhile, right in front of her stood the epitome of masculinity who'd just spent a good hour and a half pressed against her, filling her brain with the school girl fantasies she'd thought she'd banished a long time ago. Biting her bottom lip, Lil crossed both arms over her chest and refused to make eye contact with him again. "Take it everything's good back home?" she asked lamely.

Logan inhaled and let the scents tickle across his sensitive nose. Ah, that's why she was being so closed-off. He was tempted to force it to a head, make a move and see how she reacted. So far, it was only a strong temptation and he bit it back for the time being. The way her head was, it could explode messily and that was really not what he wanted. But first things first. "Seems that way." he said. "Heather and Mac didn't go into details and I didn't ask." Mostly because he didn't want to rub their noses in him turning down command of Alpha.

"Well, that's good," Lil said at length with a hard swallow. She shifted her weight from side to side, struggling to get her thoughts and hormones together. Fucking Madison. Fucking forced celibacy when all her body screamed to do was what she couldn't allow herself to do. And it was beginning to drive her mad. "Getting close, huh? Relaunch, I mean. You think I'm gonna make it?"

"I think there's a ways to go yet." he said. "But it's starting to get talked up." he admitted. "And if I got anything to do with it you'll make it. If you keep training like you have been, get your head in the game, and work hard, you'll do fine." he said. "Get Gar to run you as well." he said. "He's better at some things, I'm better at others. Alpha's not necessarily a pure strikeforce." he reminded her.

"Yeah, I know," she replied, fiddling with the top of her waterbottle. Lil couldn't keep still, it felt like. Need to do something, to keep moving or she'd start to drift again which could put the both of them in a bad spot. "I'll be sure to bother him about it. Oh, did he tell you Vikks is coming down for his birthday?"

Logan grinned. "News to me." he said. He'd always liked Vikks. She had a good head on her shoulders, and she'd not once ever asked him about what was done to him. He appreciated that. Not a damned thing she could do about it anyway. "Poor Gar." he said, putting it all together in a flash of insight. "Boy's gonna need a lot of booze to get through it, ain't he?" he said with a grin. Birthdays weren't his thing - it came as part and parcel of not knowing how old he was or where and when he came into this world. "C'mon, kid. If we're not going for a run then it's time to hit the showers. But first..." he said, eyeing a muscle in her upper back that looked like it just spasmed. "Kamere, kid." he said, patting the bench next to him.

Lil cackled impishly. "Only if we do it right," she told him with her first true smile of the afternoon. She missed her friend and getting anytime to spend with her would be welcomed - with lots and lots of alcohol.

The grin faded into confusion, however, when he beckoned her over. Lil quirked an eyebrow but did as he'd said and plopped down on the bench next to him with her usual lack of gace. "What? Something in that convo with Heather I gotta sit for? That why you tried to make me pass out before so wouldn't start swinging at you?" Any of the ideas that came to mind weren't pleasant ones.

"Straddle the bench, kid, and try to sit up straight." he said, doing the same so that she'd have her back to him and be very close indeed. "Upside to being a killing machine is that some of it translates over into helping people." he noted as she got situated.

"Jesus Christ, Logan," Lil said with a little laugh as she settled. "I thought you were gonna tell me something had happened back home. Like, Madison got dead.. or was dating and I'd have to get on a plane and head back to kill him myself." Another little chuckle and the blonde peeked back over her shoulder at him. "So, what we doing? Some kinda trust exercise now?"

"You don't trust me by now you'd better get back on that plane to Toronto." he said as he dug an finger into a specific spot in her upper back. "Sit still, kid. This ain't easy." he said. And if he didn't heal and have metal-shod bones, it'd probably be impossible. Her mutation resisted his efforts mightily.

"'Course I trust you, Lo-oh!" Lil bit her lip to keep from moaning again when he began to work on the spot she'd wrench a few days earlier. "Damn," she hissed and let her eyes flutter shut while she clutched the bench with both hands to force herself to remain upright. "How did you-?"

"I know how to look." he said blandly. "How to see pain." he added. "Comes much later." he said. Privately, he doubted she'd ever get to that point. Lil wasn't the type to enjoy inflicting pain. She was too good a person for that. Rough, but the kind of rough that covered steel. She wasn't like him and, if he had anything to say about it, she never would be. He worked his hands into her sore muscles and abused tendons, massaging as much of the pain away as he could. It hurt his hands to push that hard in, to overcome her body's natural resistance, but given how she was literally moaning he thought at least some of it was getting through.

She nodded dumbly once then let her head hang forward, limp with jaw slack. It had been so long since someone had done this for her, she'd forgotten how wonderful it felt. Just because she was invulnerable to outside forces didn't mean the blonde couldn't do a number on herself. "Mmm. Thank you," she breathed, noticing her own inhales and exhales had deepened and that she'd automatically shifted closer to him when different spots screamed for attention. Once more her mind was filled with visions, spurred on by the feel of his hands on her body, working it in what she considered to be a very intimate way. "Feels fucking fantastic."

"Sometimes, all the hard work and pain comes with its own compensations." he said. "Talk to Jeannie, get to work on your anatomical knowledge. Nerves, muscle, bone. How it all works together. How to take it apart comes with how to put it back together." he told her as he kept working on the sore muscles of her back and neck. He was thorough and merciless about it, leaving no major muscle group, nerve meridian, or tendon untouched if he could get to it safely.

"Mmkay," was all Lil could manage in response. She was too busy focusing on the way her body felt, how she felt being massaged by his powerful fingers. The blonde rocked with the tempo he set, moving up and down her back, over bare skin and sports-bra alike. Those strong fingers that found ever kot, every ounce of tension... well not, every. There was a ball of it in the pit of her belly that was swelling and causing her blood to pulse even quicker. Every now and again more moans and little hisses of pleasure fell from her lips but Lil could no longer stifle them. Nor did she really care to.

Logan couldn't help but grin. Girl was about to combust at this rate. She smelled delicious - all sweat and lust. He was going to need a cold shower after this workout. Not that he really thought she'd say no if he invited her back up, but ... complicated. Dangerous.

Don't shit where you eat.

He made his way to the base of her spine then took his hands away to crack his knuckles with the usual horrific metallic grinding noises. "All set, kid. Feel better?" he asked, just a bit cruelly.

She whimpered - actually whimpered - at the loss of his hands and when Lil turned to look at him over her shoulder, her cheeks were flushed and eyes dark with pleasure. "Huh? I-I mean, what?" the Amazon stumbled over her words, trying to make her brain focus on what he'd said while attempting to ignore just how close they were. A few inches was all that lay between them and Lil couldn't help but run her tongue over her lips when her gaze dropped to study his.

"Hit the showers, kid." he said, swatting her across the shoulders in a playful way. "We both stink." he said, then winked at her.