Logan's Bedroom & Bathroom

Izaya’s eyes shifted to the entrance of the bathroom, her eyes examining a damp Logan vivaciously. She stepped over to Logan and looked down at the folded clothes with a smile, picking them up and tracing her fingers around the fabric. “Not a single problem in the world.” She cooed musically as she giggled and stripped off all of her clothing after he exited the room. Her arms slipped into the sleeves, her legs into the boxers, and she walked back to the mirror to adjust everything. She gave a timid smile and looked down to the slightly oversized clothes, raising her wrist to smell the scent of the shirt, her cheeks fading to a dim red. It smells just like him.~ Slowly dropping her hand back to her clothes, she placed them inside the shower to let them dry, stepping out into the chiller bedroom with a slight fidget of her hands.
Her eyes moved onto Logan as she walked over and casually threw herself on her friend in a loving embrace, toppling both of them onto the bed with a thump. “Surprise.~”

Having smelled her sweet scent as she exited the bathroom, Logan turned to face Izaya with a grin, only to fall back to the bed as she tackled him. He chuckled and caught her, setting her up so that she was sitting on his chest. The ruby pillows contrasted starkly with his obsidian hair as he laid his head back, crossing his arms behind his head. His muscles flexed visibly as he breathed evenly despite her slight weight pressing upon his chest.
"Well hello," he purred charmingly, "Fancy meeting you here."
Reaching up one hand, he tugged his shirt lightly up her shoulder and inspected her. His clothing hung from her slight friend in an oversized fashion that was, to him, rather cute. Images passed in his mind, scenarios of what else could have left need for her to dress in his clothing, which he quickly passed away. No, it wouldn't do to excite himself while she sat upon his chest; it was embarrassing enough to think that she may recall the last time he was in such as state in her appartment.

Now straddling Logan’s chest, Izaya blinked and tilted her head down with a furtive grin, lowering one of her hands to brush his wisps of hair away second-naturedly. “Wouldn’t you say~?” Her hands moved back to rest on his chest, her curiously soulful eyes watching his carmine own. Turning her head at a slight angle to watch his hand adjust her clothing – technically, his own shirt – Izaya looked down, clearly embarrassed. She closed her eyes as they remained slivers while her fingertips absently feathered his chest with butterflies and swirls.
“Logan, do you think killing the elves was a needless move?” She asked abruptly, her tone so composed and placid that it struck awkwardly with the words she spoke.

Shivering under her touch, Logan's back arched up very slightly, and he muffled a groan that slipped through his lips. His eyes had shut at her gentle ministrations, but as she spoke, he opened one eye to look up at her. Solemnly, he shook his head, and touched her cheek softly.
"No, Izaya. I killed the one because he had injured you, and would have continued to do so. It seems that the other had his own plans, however, and if not him, then the ones that the elder spoke of."
Sitting up, he left her straddling his lap, and pressed his forehead to hers. With a quiet murmur to her of not stressing herself over what was said and done, he embraced her.
"Let us put this behind us. Would you like something to drink? Perhaps hot chocolate?" he asked warmly.

Listening to Logan’s concise explanation, her azure orbs disappeared behind her eyelids, her ash black eyelashes contrasting with her porcelain complexion pleasingly. Her limber, icy fingers ran up to his shoulders as their foreheads pressed against one another’s. “That sounds perfect, yes please.” After a few minutes of holding Logan in his place, she lowered her hands away from his body and wriggled off of Logan, landing on her back at his side, her fingers inattentively fondling the silken sheets beneath her. I won't bring it up with Logan but... what he said is unnerving.

Unseen, he made sure, by Izaya, Logan's fist opposite the side she rolled to clenched as she did so. So many things she did, whether she knew it or not, were delightful almost to a painful point. Flashing her a smile, despite his body's reaction to her and her apparent lack of notice towards it, he stood and nodded out the door.
"Let me be right back, then. It won't take but a few minutes," he said, striding towards the door, though stopping once at the doorway. "I hope you don't mind at least a little bit of alcohol, however. I find hot chocolate has more flavor if you mix in a bit of cream and Cherry Kijafa. The result tastes like chocolate covered cherries."
Knowing her reply would reach him, whether he remained in the room or in the kitchen, he slipped into the hallway. Slow, easy strides brought him silently to the room he desired, with Izaya still within earshot.

Catching the flash of a smile, Izaya gave a visibly wince as her hands twitched slightly, gripping the silken sheets with a vice grip to refrain from disallowing Logan to leave. It wasn’t for a sense of security; she hated seeing Logan leave her at any point for anything. It physically ached. “I don’t mind.” Sitting up a few seconds after Logan left, she sat herself up and brought her hands to curl around the back of her neck, her fingers kneading the muscles gently in a spell to relax herself. It was only until mortal pain struck the elder elf’s body did he speak his warning. As he was speaking it, his pupils were visible… so possession? But by who? After the words were spoken, he died by Logan’s arrow and blood loss. But the younger one had no mortal injuries. His body was forcibly imploded. Also possession… elves don’t act so irrationally. Most, if not all elves, are familiar with who I am; we were committing no crime against nature to boot. Someone was possessing the archers, and I’m afraid it’s not one person…
By the time her conclusions were made, Izaya’s face was placid and pale, her hands trembling and her eyes shut with some fear that if she opened her eyes, her reasoning would no longer make sense. Logan does not want to know any more on the subject...

"Careful," he warned as he stepped into the room, crossing slowly to Izaya, "it's hot."
He laid one mug down on a coaster on the night stand, pressing the other gently into Izaya's hands so that she wouldn't burn herself on it. After delivering the drinks, he shut the door again, and sat down slowly on the bed so that he would not jostle her. Taking his own cup into one hand, he stared into the mug. He laughed once before taking a sip, and playfully leaned on Izaya, resting his cheek on her shoulder.
"I'm afraid I'm too serious sometimes, Izaya. You must forgive me for that..."

“Oh, you’re forgiven, Logan. But those two archers, it’s nagging at me.” Izaya’s eyes regained the liquid brilliance as they peered into the cup, bringing it to her lips to lightly blow the drink to cool it some. After taking a few supple drinks, her eyes fluttered as she felt her chest then her stomach heat up as if someone dropped coals into her body. She gave a restrained groan from the heat and dropped her head on top of Logan’s, burying her face in his hair and breathing in his scent. The drink was delicious, that much was known by anyone who had taste. As she began to speak, her words slurred; her incompetence for even the slightest amount of liquor was a bitter thing.

With a chuckle, Logan sipped at his cocoa and slipped an arm around Izaya's waist, propping her up. Although he loved being this close to her, he knew that she was most likely reacting to the alcohol in her system. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent deeply, the sweet vanilla mixing around with the scents of chocolate and cherries.
"Let's leave it to another time, shall we...? I don't want to upset you further. Just put it out of your mind and relax, Izaya."
His hand absentmindedly stroked at her hair as it fell past her waist, holding her close as he continued to sip at his drink. When he had finished, he set his drink aside, and took Izaya's from hers, noting that she was tiring out. As he pried it gently from her hands, he murmured something about not wanting her to spill it on herself, and set it aside on the other night stand. Drowsy at a normal time for the first time in a long while, he reached up to dim the lights with the slider above his bed, and lay back against the pillows with Izaya.

After what felt like hours, Izaya sat up and stretched her arms above her head, stifling a breathless moan. Her glassy eyes readjusted to the dim lighting as she lowered her hands to Logan's hair, running her hand through his disheveled obsidian hair absentmindedly. It was soft and pleasant to the touch, she thought inwardly, as her fingertips slid down and began to fondle his shoulders and chest gingerly. His natural body heat was like a moth to a flame for Izaya, and the alcohol was beginning to turn on her awkwardly. Rather than soothe her and warm her, it birthed anxiety and coldness. Without a rational thought, the brunette shifted her hips and body to rest her chest against Logan's, craning her head down to press her shell pink, plump lips against Logan's own perfectly sculpted ones.

Although drowzy, Logan had not been exhausted enough to sleep, and so had merely lain resting with Izaya. His arm had rested loosely around her ribcage, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. For this position, and the slow rate of his pulse and breathing, he appeared to be asleep. His mind, however, was fully functional.
As Izaya nestled against him, a soft, muffled groan escaped his lips. He shifted somewhat, only to feel her hands caressing his barechest as he slept. The feeling was nice, comforting, and yet arousing all the same. When she pressed her lips gently to his, he instinctually moved his lips back against hers. His hand slid up her back to press her closer as his eyes opened marginally.
Is she drunk? he wondered. There wasn't so much alcohol in the drinks to put her in such a state...I shouldn't be doing this...
Despite his reasoning, however, he was in no mindset to release her or prevent her fro mwhat she had started.

Lethargically, her limber fingers began to knead the muscles of his shoulders and chest, adjusting her hips so she was now straddling Logan’s lap. Naturally, she slid one of her hands up to his neck, tilting his head back a little as her lips began to plant butterfly kisses around his jawline and throat, her breathing slipping into a more ragged state. With no thoughts to stop what she started, her lips continued to the other side of his neck, feathering sensual kisses across his flesh.

He sucked in a sharp breath as she straddled his lap, forcing his hips to stay down, despite the sudden urge to buck up. His own breathing started to quicken as she kissed down his jawline, and subtle groans passed through his lips at her touch.
"Izaya," he murmured, pressing his hand against her back and arching subtly up against her. "I don't think you know what you're doing to me..."
The room before him began to swim, a kaleidoscope of various shades of red, black, and white. His temperature began to raise, though he attempted to repress his more primal side. A single glance out a silver of a gap in the window told him that would not be easy, however. The moon was nearly full.

Unhesitant with her actions, Izaya’s nails leisurely clawed down Logan’s chest and abdomen, then back up his arms to his shoulders, her kisses moving up in tiers of intensity gradually. Her teeth grazed against the skin on Logan’s throat as she sat herself up an inch and returned her supple lips to his own, a shiver rolling up her spine as she laid her body completely against his. It was partially the alcohol at work here but Izaya would have had enough self-restraint to cease and desist.

Pressing Izaya closer to him, he craned his neck around and nipped lightly at her ear, growling lowly. His chest rumbled with the pleased sound as he turned her into the bed, nuzzling her neck.
I shouldn't...
Trailing his hand from her ribcage down, he lifted his leg up between hers as he nuzzled her into the bed. With one hand resting against her leg, he grazed his searing lips against her flesh, murmuring something to her, his breath hot as he blew into her ear. Lifting her partially up off the bed, he brought his lips back to hers again, pressing his torso in between her legs.

Just as Logan’s lips teased her ear, a deep gasp took over her breath as she gave a light laugh to show her positive mood to everything. The plush bed and silken sheets that were now cushioning Izaya’s back tricked an unrestrained, sensual sound from her voice just as she wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck to press herself down somewhat against his leg. Her fingers began teasing and rubbing at his scalp as her back arced itself in, one of the buttons on Logan’s dress shirt unlatching itself from the opposite side. Every time he breathed out, she breathed in to intake his enticing scent. “Oh, Logan…”

"Izaya...," he groaned in her ear, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as he rocked her gently against himself. "If you ask me to stop now, I will, but I cannot promise you that I will stop any later than this...," he whispered, his voice rough.
As he spoke, one of his hands teased at the buttons on the shirt she wore. He slid his hand slightly under the shirt to lightly caress her stomach.His other hand stroked down her back in sensual patterns, teasing her off the bed in quick, feathery strokes.

A large, burning hot hand took over the cold skin on her navel as she bit the fleshy inside of her lip, every single nerve on end in pleasure. Finding something to occupy her hands, Izaya’s began fondling the sleek sheets underneath them, eager to touch his warmth and other things. In a wave of relaxed eagerness, her body sat itself up and pressed itself completely against his, dropping him back into the bed to straddle his lap, her lithe fingers weaved into his and pressed into the bed.

He inhaled sharply and exhaled in a deep, gutteral moan as she reversed the roles and pressed him into his own bed. Rather liking this position and unwilling to upset it, he arched his hips up and ground them into hers. Pleased, his ears and tail appeared, a sign of his excitement and arousal, as if his lower extremities weren't displaying that quite eagerly enough. Resisting the urge to flip her back around, he left her off to play, merely eyeing her slowly. He knew this was wrong--God, yes, he knew it was wrong--but at the moment, he was in no state of mind to care. Besides, the man who had once held Izaya's heart had hurt her and abandoned her, and , in doing so, had relinquished her.

Quietly, she leaned herself down to place feathery kisses all over his torso, her breath taking over his flesh in delayed intervals. Answering to his movement with a crooning moan, Izaya’s head lolled to the side as her sable tresses quickly followed. Her black eyelashes fluttered as she returned to her previous position, grinding her hips against Logan as they sashayed side to side pleasingly. A strong shiver pulled out from her body as she shouldered off the top part of his shirt, simply exposing her collarbone and shoulders and a few inches of her chest.

As she shrugged down his shirt, he growled in pleasure and leaned himself up half way to brush his lips against her throat, feeling her fluttering pulse. He tugged further at the shirt with his teeth, unhurriedly undoing the buttons one by one with his lips, He kissed every inch of bare flesh that was revealed, nuzzling her chest with a throaty sound--her name. He whispered something else to her, something incomprehensible, a plea. Already a light sheen of sweat was trickling down his forehead as he fought the urge to roll her over and claim her as his.

Feeling the cool room temperature overtake her flesh, Izaya lowered her head and arched her back in, her hands intricately moving themselves to his shoulders. A vice grip formed there as she shut her eyes, fighting to keep her breathing under control, though that attempt near shattered as her breath hitched the second Logan’s lips found her newly exposed porcelain skin. Her icy touch suddenly moved across his forehead to wipe away his sweat, now sliding both her hands to push into the bed on either side of his head for support. If it wasn’t enough, the sound of his deep baritone speak her name only brought a clenching, tightening sensation in her stomach as she breathed out his name while rolling her hips against his in a natural riding motion.

Running his hands down her sides, he kissed along her collar bone, and nuzzled his way down her front. Sliding himself underneath of her, he undid the last button on his shirt and tugged it slowly down her shoulders. As it reached level with the boxers she wore, he hooked his fingers into the waist band and looked questioningly up at her, the heat in his eyes clearly showing what he wished to do. His thumbs traced curling patterns over her rib cage as he waited for her answer, and his knee lifted up to rub against the center of her lower body.

Elated as his hands continued fondling her skin, Izaya pushed her shoulders back and breathed in deeply as her glassy irises looked over Logan’s body pleasantly. A purr-like moan lilted in her sweet tone as she placed her hands over his, shifting her hips back and forth to slip down his boxers. Already, the fine skin that was enticingly wrapped around her hip bone was beginning to show in the dim lights of his bedroom. The mere feeling of his knee stroke her caused her to grip anything within reach via a vice grasp.