A series by November

Chapter 71: Light On The Water

“And the sea glistens,
And the waves pull us in
There's something rising up and up..."
--Heather Nova

Xavier’s wedding present to them was a week in his Aruba beach house. Scott’s was to fly them there.

The morning after the wedding they kissed Maggie goodbye. She took it surprisingly well. They went down to the hangar and found Blackbird One festooned with streamers and tin cans. “Just Married” was written on the belly of the plane.

They laughed happily and Bobby grinned. “You guys like that?”

“I think it’s hysterical but I don’t think Scott’s gonna wanna fly like that,” Rogue said.

Scott and Jean emerged from the shadows of the hangar. “Hey, whose idea do you think it was?”

Of course they were just joking. They took Blackbird Two instead.

A few hours later they were at the house and Marie emerged in her bikini. Logan was on the deck smoking a cigar.

“Lose the bikini, darlin’,” he said over his shoulder.

“Logan…” She grinned. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

He got up from his chaise lounge and she saw that he was butt naked.

“This is a private beach, baby. Lose it.”

She giggled and hooked a finger around one side of her bikini bottom, while hungrily taking in his body. She looked so good, dark hair falling over her bare shoulders. She did a slow grind, undulating her body. She slid out of the bikini bottom and bolted off the deck. “See if you can catch me, fuzzy!”

He bolted after her. She ran toward the water, tossing her bikini top behind her. She was kicking through the frothy surf when he caught her from behind, arms like a steel trap.

“Who you calling fuzzy, Marie?” His voice carried a menace that excited her.

She turned around and he thought he’d never seen her look so beautiful. Her face was young and open and beautiful, lips smiling and eyes smiling.

“You, sugar.”

He let it slide because he had to kiss her.

She kissed him back, nails scratching his neck. Then she giggled and ran into the water. Schools of fish scattered where she stepped.

The water was shallow and clear. She walked until it was up to her waist and he just watched her go. Then she turned and gave him a smile, and dove under the water, her perfect ass disappearing under the surface. She didn’t see his smile dwindle, or the lost look in his eyes.

She surfaced a minute later, surprised to see him still standing naked in calf-deep water. She frowned and swam back to him. She rose and her hair clung to her, wet and dark.

“Logan?”

“I’m not big on water, darlin’.”

The holding tank. The hiss of metal on water. She remembered them, and something slid into place in her mind.

“But at Hilton Head?”

“At Hilton Head I needed to go somewhere where I could let my claws out and let off some steam. I was too pissed...”

She nodded and touched her finger to his lips. Then she kissed him. He felt himself melt into it and kiss her back.

“It feels nice.” she said. He was hard as steel and it took him a second to be aware that she was talking about the water. “It’s warm.”

“Yeah.” He eyed the shimmering aqua behind her shoulder. It was enticing.

“Trust me, love,” she said, and took his hands, walking backward, pulling him in. He looked at her, and went willingly. They walked slowly out to sea, her gentle eyes reassuring him all the way, and she kissed him every few steps.

They walked until she was shoulder-deep in the water and it was up to his nipples. “You okay?”

He nodded. He had adjusted to the constant ebb and flow of the current and he was able to stand still by planting his feet far apart in the sand. His heart was still pounding. She put her hands on his chest and touched him hungrily. “Doesn’t the water feel good on your body?”

He thought. Her hands were on him, rubbing the place that made him relax, and the currents did feel good, especially on his hard cock. He nodded nervously.

She wrapped her arms around him. Said into his ear “do you feel safe, love?”

“Mostly,” he said. He had rarely felt so vulnerable since the night in the greenhouse. He closed his eyes and pressed his face into her neck.

“I love you. You’re safe. The currents here are gentle. There’s no real undertow.” He nodded and let her soft words hypnotize him.

She wrapped her legs around him. On the swell of a wave she rose up over him and caught him inside her. He hissed softly as he filled her and she moaned. She began moving against him. He stood for a few seconds at the aqua line where sea met sky and then he tightened his arms on her small waist, moving, lips open and breathing fast.

They moved like that for what seemed an eternity. He would lose himself in the sensations of her body, her breath on his ear, become close and tightly wound and near orgasm. Then he would remember that they were in water, anxiety would flare, and his arousal would lower. It was this way that they were able to make love forever.

She held on to him with one strong arm and reached to touch herself with the other. Whenever she did this, he couldn’t last long. She would rub fast and start making those noises and tighten around him, quickening, and he would struggle not to come before she did. Now the build was slow and perfect, and he remained rock hard. He grabbed her hips and began pushing her down onto him, tossing his head back, eyes narrowed, lips open and hissing. The way he looked made her tighten and flutter and come right then, and with three short thrusts he came as well, bellowing loudly.

She clung to him, and he to her. He felt faintly dizzy. The sound of waves on the shore went on and on. She was flushed and limp as she always was after coming, and he held her. Slowly she released her legs and got her feet under her. Her eyes opened and found his. “Okay?”

He smiled and nodded. He was feeling and thinking so many things at once that he didn’t talk.

She took his hand and pulled him back to the shallow part, where it was only two feet deep. She sat in the surf, water flowing constantly around her, carrying her hair in and out on waves, high as her chin, low as her elbows. She pulled him down and he sat in the sand.

He picked up a fistful of sand and dribbled it over her legs. When it hit the water it dissipated and slowly fell to her sensitized flesh. She giggled at the unusual sensation. She did the same thing to him and he shivered but didn’t say a word.

That afternoon he threw a red sheet onto the deck and she laid on it. He painted her until the light began to fade.

Later, before they slept, she spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“For just assuming you’d chase me into the water.”

“I’d chase you anywhere.”

She smiled. “Still, I didn’t realize. I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t swim.”

“Have you tried?”

“No. Haven’t wanted to.”

“I don’t blame you. I remember the water.”

“I think I would sink.”

“Yeah?”

She rubbed the place between belly and chest that he liked, and kissed the side of his face. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said, just as he drifted off. He believed her.