Chapter 22

Mature Content AheadEstelle POV

Emma enters the room, feeling the familiar signature that the X-Men carried but I didn't hear a word. Their questions don't reach me, even as they call my name.

Stumbling back I feel his hand hold mine, I don't know when he came over to me. Cupping my cheek, I lean into his touch, feeling him rub the tears from my eyes.

"Not a scratch. I came back..."

I'm truly thankful for Emma, taking the others away to show them around and catch them up. As soon as the door closes, I fall to my knees, weeping, as he holds me close.

"I thought you were gone...I didn't think...."

He squeezes me, "I know. I know."

Picking me up, he sets me down on the large table, "Logan-"

Kissing me gently, I wrap my arms around him, tears seeming never-ending as he pulls me close. Countless nights I cried myself to sleep, dreaming about him only to awaken to the reality of everything when morning came.

Slowly losing myself in his touch I push him away gently, panting, I meet his eyes, "I have so much to tell you, let's go somewhere private."

Keeping me close, I take off his mask, soaking in his features. God, if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up. Taking his hand, I lead him through the halls, all the way to my room. Big, once hallow, and now warmer with him near.

"You've changed, everything has changed." 

He means well, his tone surprised and sweet. Meeting his gaze I smile a bit, "I know. After you guys disappeared, I was lost, so I picked myself up. And decided to change the world you worked so hard to protect."

I explain every detail, every sin, and every deal. I watch his face twist and turn but I continue.

"I have to carry what I've done. Surveillance done on Sinister, melting every Sentinel, and trying to keep up with every Anti-Mutant group."

I hold myself, "I tried to give them chances, to avoid this, but they acted, and so did I. Those who died, their blood is on my hands, but I kept going. We kept going... New Genosha, Emma, Destiny, and even the Avengers came to create peace. Stabilizing abilities, teaching people to control their gifts. So much has gotten better, with a cost of course."

I look away, as a thick silence fills the air. Then I feel his fingertips touch my cheek, he turns my gaze, his words gruff and soft, "I love you."

No anger, shame, or malice in his eyes, no doubt or worry, just longing and love. I tear up, not daring to shed a single one, not wanting to kill the moment.

"I love you too."

Kissing me gently, I return it, before we can go deeper I hear a knock on the door. Pulling away, I smile, "The others must be done with the tour, we should go back. I need to talk with them."

Nodding, I walk beside him as we make our way to the council room, looking at the others I smile.

"I hope you enjoyed the tour, I know it's a lot for you to take in."

Looking at Charles and Erik I smile, "It's time for you two to retire. Xavier, you desired a world of unity. A world that could truly never come if one side ever saw itself as superior to the other. War would be inevitable, Mutants would be pushed away."

I look at Erik, "Magneto, you wished for Mutants to be free, to have their own land and home, to find safety. That is what I started. Both of your dreams are finished, both of you need to take a step back for the new generation."

There is a thick silence before Xavier speaks up, "It's really over..."

Looking at Magento, I can already hear is distraught, his understanding.

"Both of you are associated with war, hope, and lies. I don't want to shake the foundation of that with you two stepping up to power, taking the mantle that has been forged by the council and others around you. So please, cease this fight, and live the rest of your days in peace."

Erik closes his eyes, taking a breath, "Okay...it's truly over."

Relaxing I look at Scott and the others, "You have dedicated your lives to this, if you wish to continue the fight, protecting mutants, the people, then you may. Actually our leaders of X-Men should be coming in now."

The door opens to reveal Jubilee and Roberto, her eyes light up at the sight of the X-Men back. Hugging Ororo she smiles, "You're back, you're really back!'

The reunion is beautiful, seeing her and Roberto grow from when they last saw them.

"Dinner will begin soon, there are enough rooms for everyone, and clothes should already be tailored and made. Get freshened up and meet at the dining hall."

They nod, slowly trickling out of the door. Walking with Logan he laces his fingers with mine. I smile, "There should be clothes in the closet for you, some of your old ones as well."

My cheeks burn, nights of wearing his clothes or under my armor for years. Never once I thought he would use them again. The teasing smirk on his face grows, making me want to keep my armor on. 

Taking a quick shower, he steps out with a fluffy towel around his waist. Watching him get changed I enjoy the long-awaited view. In a black shirt and jeans, he walks over to me.

"Aren't you gonna change?"

I smile a him brightly, "No need, it's best to keep my armor on."

Best for him not to see what's under.

He raises an eyebrow, "Get a lot for death threats?"

I shake my head, "Of course not, I feel all who come near, physical or not."

He pulls me up, "Then take it off, relax. No use for it tonight."

Flushed, I nod, allowing my armor to shift and turn into a simple bracelet once more. Standing dressed in his shirt and tights I look away, "Okay... time for me to change."

He chuckles, "Not so fast."

Spinning me around, I groan softly as he teases me. His hands resting on my hips, before one lingers a bit lower, "Looks nice on you, suits you better than on me."

I frown, making him kiss me gently, he continues, "You can put your armor back on, better safe than sorry."

I should have known, but before I could he triggers his claws, cutting my clothes to shreds. "Logan!"

Walking to the door he smirks, "Better hurry..."

Slipping on my armor I march after him, arriving at the dining room we are the last to arrive. Sitting at the head of the table the food comes in, plates floating on air before landing before us. The dinner is spent talking, catching up, and enjoying a moment of peace.

Although, I don't pay much attention to it, avoiding Logan's telling gaze.

Dispersing, Logan and I return to my room, now ours. Closing the door behind me, I'm still, heart racing as my armor molds into a simple bracelet. Bare, Logan holds me from behind, leading me to the bed. Stealing a kiss, I moan softly, wrapping my arms around him.

His clothes are gone sooner than I thought they would, and without wasting any time he spreads my legs. Licking two fingers he runs them against my folds making me shudder. 

Moans low, my core flutters around his fingers as he pumps inside of me gently. Estelle meets his gaze, her words soft as she mumbles his name. 

"Logan..."

Flushed, a growl escapes from the man, his gaze flickering with amusement. Slipping out of me, he licks his fingers clean before stroking his throb. Aligning himself, he finds his way inside, making me gasp. Holding onto him his thrust is rough and desperate.

For him, little time has passed, but for me, longer than it should have. I feel every ounce of his touch. Every inch of him stretches me after years of nothing. Desperation fills his movements as he slams into me causing me to yelp. Maybe it's him trying to regain the time that slipped away, or my nails digging into his shoulder. 

Cursing under his breath, I wrap my arms around him. My tone frail, I murmur, "It's okay Logan."

Hiding in the crook of my neck it becomes a bit damp, his tears clear. Thrust growing sloppy, I claw his skin, only making his moments more erratic. Meeting our high, he slows down, holding me, kissing me. I smile as I gaze into his eyes.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."