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Sitting in a tree

Who: Sharon Carter, Logan
When: Late Afternoon, Day 62
Where: Bar
What: Sharon's tired of being overwhelmed. She might have found a solution.

Sharon is still appalled at herself, but she has to admit that Kobra had been... helpful. And that's as far as she'll be taking that line of thought again. The fact remains that it's difficult for her to go longer than a day without sex, and in her present state, going without it completely is evidently making her a hazard to the people she's supposed to protect.

And she's tired of it.

There's one person, though, that she knows might be able to help her. She's been waiting to hear from him - when she's been lucid enough to think about it - but now she's given up and has gone in search of him. The first place she tries isn't where he lives. Well, not where he has a bed. She tries the bar. And of course, there he is, on a stool. She could kick herself for not looking here sooner, no matter if she was distracted or not.

She walks over to lean against the bar beside him, her steps sure and competent and completely belying how Sharon isn't actually sure what to say.

When it doubt, she thinks, get it out.

"Can I count on you to be my fuck buddy?"

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Logan had, apparently, been skipped over when it came to messing with people this round, which he was pretty thankful for, but Jubilee hadn't been. He'd been dealing with his newly vampire-d friend for the past few days, but the sun was up now and she was sleeping, or at least stuck inside, so he'd snuck out for a beer, or seven.

Sharon had been the last person he'd expected to come waltzing into the bar looking like she owned the damn place, and his first thought was that maybe he'd done something, or forgotten to do something and was in trouble for it.

He was pretty sure he'd completely misheard her, but the look on her face... he knew he hadn't. Despite being alone in the bar, he actually turned slowly to look behind him because the possibility that someone else had been sitting there the whole time and he hadn't noticed and that other person was the guy Sharon was talking to made way more sense than her saying that to him. Nope. No one.

"You 'n me?" He asked slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, Logan. You and me." Her tone is one of infinite patience. "It isn't a matter of romance. It would be helping me. I've already attacked people without realizing it." She will never understand how she trusts him with that information and not so many others.

"So? What about it?"

Certainly there were a number of things that made her proposal really not alright. Steve. Steve was one. The fact that Logan was Steve's friend was another. And sure, if this was just about physically 'helping' Sharon, then, yea, he might not have felt so... apprehensive and guilty, but he'd developed something of a soft spot for Sharon over their past couple of weeks together in this place.

"Right, right. No romance. I..." He shifted a bit and sighed uncomfortably, "Can't have you attackin' people... so, I guess so."

"Good." She sighs and smiles, relieved to have that weight off her shoulders. It doesn't solve all her problems, but it's better than the alternative.

"I'm sorry to have to ask you. But if things go too far, I'm confident that you'll be able to deal with it. You're one of the few people I know who can deal with it."

She was sorry to have to ask him and she'd only done so because he could heal; it felt a bit like someone had kicked him in the gut. "Course," He glanced down at his beer, anything but at her. This was so wrong.

"Wait... so... why are you attacking people... for sex? You're changed, too? Into what?" He asked, glancing up to study her. Heartbeat, check. And she didn't smell different, though it wasn't like he was some kind of expert on strange critters.

She looks at anything that isn't him and braces herself. "A succubus."

She glances at him and forces a smile, but neither one can last longer than a second. "Pain in the ass, really." She grimaces. "Not literally. So far. It's just- Nobody's Steve, obviously, but when I lose it, I'm not really me anymore. I can't concentrate. I'm pretty sure I put the moves on Natasha." She clears her throat and looks at the wall. Thinking about it is not helping.

Except for how Logan is right here. That should help, right? He's already agreed. It's more than she's gotten from many of her victims.

"From what I can tell, I only need to feed once a day. Sex is the quickest, easiest..." Um... "preferred way. I can take it from people's skin, but it's slower and I can't get as much."

She finally looks at him. Well, at his shirt. She could rip it off, she thinks. See what's underneath. Touch it.

She shudders, licks her lips, and looks away. Control, Sharon. Or at least pride. Remember you have pride.

He raised an eyebrow and blinked a few times, trying to let that sink in. A succubus. Honestly, part of him wanted to laugh, it was just so ridiculous. "Alright then," He nodded, fighting a hint of a smirk, which disappeared entirely when she mentioned Steve. God damn it.

"And... have you fed yet today?" He asked, words rolling out slowly. This was already bad, they hadn't even done anything yet and Logan felt closer to her. He turned and downed the rest of his beer, tossing the bottle behind the counter as he stood up and stepped a little closer to her.

She automatically leaned back with a gasp and caught a whiff of his scent. She closes her eyes, instinctively wanting to fight it, but he'd agreed, hadn't he?

She moved closer, her her hand moving to his chest, to the patch of hair at his collar.

In answer to his question, she merely shook her head. "But if you keep this up, I might need more. I think better after I've-" She drifted closer, her other hand sliding into his hair. Her voice dropped to little more than a whisper. "Not sure I can stop. If it isn't okay..."

A flicker of something very close to amusement lit up his eyes. Having this kind of effect on Sharon, on anyone really, it got his heart racing. He bit his lip to hide the flirtatious smile threatening to tug at his lips.

"Keep what up?" He asked, playing dumb. He didn't reach out to return the touches, but he certainly wasn't moving away from her either.

He actively leaned into her when she threaded her fingers through his hair, a soft spot for him. "You think you could kill me?" He asked genuinely, curious if she thought her new power could possibly be that damaging.

His eyes moved to her lips as he waited for her answer, and, God, was he the worst person to ask to do something like this. He was just as bad, though he wasn't exactly feeding off the energy. On second thought maybe he was a good candidate, pouring out sexual energy after just a few light touches.

"You know what." She saw his eyes on her lips, and she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his earlobe. "I don't want to hurt you. I swear. I don't want to hurt anybody. I need you to help me, Logan."

She slides her other hand underneath his shirt. "If you want."

"I know you don't wanna hurt me, Shar, I'm askin' if you think you could," He hummed softly, leaning into her and slipping his arms around her waist.

"You already have a 'yes', darlin', no need t' ask again," He assured her, letting his own fingers wander up under her shirt to find skin.

Her breath caught, and she gasped against his skin. She tilted her head to kiss his neck. "I don't think I could. Not really."

Over his shoulder, she studied the windows. "Maybe we should move this to the back." She isn't sure she can pry herself off of him if he wants to go to a bedroom. Her bedroom is almost, what, ten yards away? No, longer. Or does it just feel longer?

"Well that's a relief," He mumbled, biting his lip to help swallow down the moan that threatened to escape when her lips brushed across his neck.

"The back? Why?" He asked, obviously distracted. He couldn't care less who ended up seeing what they were about to get up to. He certainly wasn't about to suggest beds; he didn't want her to change her mind.

"Here's fine. It's clean," He assured her, turning them slightly to pin her up against the bar by pressing his hips into hers. He hurriedly pulled his hands away from her for half a second to quickly tug off his shirt before once again reaching out to find skin.

"Won't argue with a man who obviously knows." She pulled off her sweater and the tank underneath. She dropped her bra to the side as he reached for her, grinning at him. He was a little pushy. She liked a little pushy. With luck, he might even get pushier.

She pulled him close enough to kiss him, noting how little she had to crane her neck to do so. She sighed happily, her hands tracing his muscles as they drifted downward, one hand finally sliding into his pants. He was rife with energy, and she could gorge on him. Likely repeatedly. God, yes.

Logan's eyes followed each piece of clothing to the ground with a widening smirk, tilting his head to admire the newly exposed span of skin. He dipped his head to run his tongue along her collar bone, nipping sharply at her neck when he got there.

He looked up to find her leaning in and raised an eyebrow. "No romance, but kissing's alright?" He asked, shooting her a teasing grin that disappeared in a growled moan. He moved to cup her face almost forcefully, holding her still for a blistering, hungry kiss; boundaries be damned.

What's wrong with kissing, she wondered. Kissing is good. This kiss... She moaned deep in her throat, finding his cock and giving it a hard squeeze. The things she intended to do to him... He's lived for hundreds of years. He knew some things about sex. Maybe she'd manage to teach him a few more. She withdrew her hand long enough to undo his jeans and shove them down.

She tried to tell him to help her out of her own clothes, to get the rest of his off, to take her as hard as he had kissed her. She couldn't break from the kiss long enough, though. Not that she was necessarily complaining. She had chosen well when she'd gone to him.

He choked out a quiet 'fuck' under his breath when her hand found his hard on; he really didn't need the extra teasing in the least bit. His clothes were coming off and he was kicking his jeans off before he even realized what he was doing. Thought out actions and reasoning was getting lost and swept away by primal want and desire; thinking was only slowing him down, and it was becoming difficult to do.

He let himself go.

Claws came out and quickly took care of the rest of Sharon's clothing, something she'd most likely not be too happy about later. He pinned her against the wall with a hard, heavy thud, managing somehow not to break the desperate messy kiss even when he thrust into her with a low savage growl.

She had no intention of complaining about removing her clothes as he had. Maybe later. But at the moment, she had to get a thigh up to his hip to give him better access. She grunted into his mouth and finally got her thigh in place, breaking the kiss to throw her head back, where it promptly hit the wall. She flinched but ignored the dull pain, distracted by his mouth, by his cock, by all of him pressed hard against her.

Her arms found their way around him, one hand holding herself up by gripping his shoulder, her fingers digging into his flesh, and the other finding its way to his hair, losing itself in his curls and pulling.

She could feel his energy spilling over into her, water esaping from a too-full glass. The difference was that the glass seemed to refill itself again, and she could still draw on it. "More," she instructed.

When he felt her, actually felt what she was doing, it threw him off a little. There was a strange pull, like something was being drawn out of him. An odd sensation, but a bearable one, especially with Sharon half climbing the wall she was pressed against.

If the satisfying sting from Sharon's fingers wasn't enough to draw his attention back to Sharon, then the tugs at his hair definitely did it. "Fuck," He gasped, panting the word against her neck before nipping and licking at her skin as his thrusts fell into a steady rhythm.

He drove his claws into the wall beside her waist, using it as leverage.

"Yes," she gasps. The skin on her back rubs harshly against the wall as he thrusts into her. "That's the idea." Her hand falls to his fist in the wall, trying to use it to move herself as she wants. She hisses as she nicks her skin on a bit of adamantium but ignores it as he keeps thrusting. She loses track of how much power is where, how many thrusts and shoves take place, whose moans are whose. She only knows that somewhere along the way, she's sated, and the sex becomes more than something she needs to survive. It's something she wants.

Her breath is ragged against his skin as she clings desperately to his shoulder and hair. She almost murmurs Steve's name but stops herself in time, opting instead to say nothing at all. Her hand falls from his hair to his cock, her fingers sliding under to play with his balls.

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