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Logan’s pale pink lips slam Cresleigh into the wall as he licks into their mouth. His thick fingers wrap into their hair, pulling them where he wants them. Cresleigh wraps their fists into Logan’s flannel, trying to pull him closer against their unbuttoned, open shirt and draws a growl from the alpha. Logan slides his rough tongue around the omega’s canine pulling a whimper while they push their smaller erection against Logan’s thigh. The alpha grins into the kiss. “Impatient, omega?” Logan rasps teasingly.
The alpha rapidly pulls his fingers from their hair and rips both their wrists from his flannel, practically ramming them into the wall behind them. He holds their wrists in one large paw, skimming his fingers down their sleeve to the front of their opened dress shirt revealing their wide cleavage. Breasts sloped into near teardrops. The omega pants as Logan drags open the shirt to frame their chest. Logan takes a step back and does a once-over.
Cresleigh leans their head against the wall, divulging their neck—a show of their omega’s submission to his alpha, panting. “Logan,” they mewl, knowing he enjoys teasing and taking his time whether they have it or not.
Logan gently shushes them. His fingers glide across their pudgy stomach, enjoying the softness before stopping at the top of the tented jeans. Logan smirks at their tented jeans. He leans down to their bare neck, inhaling deeply. He cups the crotch of their jeans, pressing just enough to feel him. Cresleigh weakly pulls from his grasp, pushing their hardened cock against Logan’s wide palm. Immediately, Logan pulls his hand away, and Cresleigh pouts and whines. “What did I say, Cresleigh?” He rumbles displeased.
Cresleigh turns their head away, looking down with a pout still on their lips. Logan quirks a brow, waiting in the omega’s silence. He is always able to wait out the omega, even when he feels impatient.
His hand spanks hard against Cresleigh’s jean-clad thigh. They hiss at the warning. “That I’m being impatient,” they mumbled. “Alpha.”
“Do we need to review the rules before I continue?” Logan inquired, a firmness to his tone showing he doesn’t want to but will should it remind Cresleigh of their place.
With a heavy exhale, Cresleigh shakes their head and glances up at him. “No, sir.”
“Good.” Logan looked over them again. With a tilt of his head and extension of his claws, he expertly shreds their jeans and panties off them.
Cresleigh wrinkled their nose and nearly snarled at him. “Those were a surprise, asshole.” Logan peered down to find his favorite pink satin ones that he has the omega wear on special occasions.
“What’s the occasion, little one?” Logan queries. Cresleigh furiously blushes, looking at the floor. Their scent reveals their embarrassment due to nervousness. “It’s for later, sir,” they murmur.
“That wasn’t an answer to my question, omega,” the alpha warns with a smack to their thigh. They yelp and whine, keeping their eyes downcast.
Cresleigh’s eyes began to burn, frustrated tears forming. Their stuttered breath was very telling but Logan didn’t understand what could be so important they wouldn’t tell him. He smacks the same thigh, just as hard. They try to pull away, his strength preventing their escape despite his gentle hold.
Leaning forward a mere few inches from their face. He cups their jaw, rubbing their pink, freckled cheek with his thumb. He rests his forehead on theirs and inhales. “Cresleigh,” he whispers. “When I ask you a question…”
They mewl before answering. “I have to always answer the question no matter how vulnerable, afraid, or embarrassed I feel about the answer.” They hung their head and quietly sighed.
“What was the special occasion?” He gently pushed.
“It’s our anniversary. When we started…this. In my bag, there is an envelope for you….for after,” they softly explain, eyes remain on the floor. Tears begin to fall and Logan wipes them away. “Thank you, darling. You did very good.” Cresleigh gave a small, reluctant smile.
He slowly lets go of their wrists and rubs them and their arms since they were held so long. “If this is so important, pet, you should give it to me now.”
They looked up at him, frowning and brow furrowed. With a heavy sigh, they nodded before moving around him to bring the envelope to him.
He walks over and sits on the couch in his living room, waiting. His mind tries to think back, amazed at how Cresleigh can remember all those dates. He uses his phone to remind him.
When they return, the last remnants of the shredded jeans and underwear have been shed with only their open dress shirt left on them. He sees the manila envelope in their hand and stops, holding it out for him. Logan pats the space on his lap, his bulge still very evident. Cresleigh straddles his thighs.
Logan cards his fingers through their medium-length hair. “Open it for me,” he requests. Cresleigh inhales deeply as they tear open the envelope. Reaching in, they pull out another smaller envelope and a necklace with several keys on it.
He tilts his head and reaches for the keys. “It won’t make sense without you reading the letter first,” they explain. He takes the necklace and looks at the keys.
“Read it to me,” he commands. Cresleigh's brow furrows deeply and frowns with a pout.
Tearing open the envelope, they pull out two pieces of paper with handwritten script Logan recognizes as Cresleigh’s handwriting.
They open their mouth but nothing comes out. Closing it, they clear their throat and lick their lips. Their hands begin to slightly shake as they read aloud:
“S-sweet Logan. In all the time…I’ve known…you, you have never let me down. You are steady. You are constant. You are certain of yourself. You’re authentic. You’re kind even though you deny it. Despite our age differences, despite our designation differences, you never push. You always listen. You care for me. You take care of me even when I don’t realize I need it. You help me even when I don’t want it. You seem to know me better than I know myself. I am thankful for your dedication and friendship.
When—when we started this journey….this change in our relationship, this new dynamic we have developed is a new aspect of who we are…together. Together, we—-“ Cresleigh licked their lips and glanced at Logan. His unreadable expression as he watches them. They bite their lower lip for a few moments. Logan rests his other hand on their thigh and gives a quick squeeze to encourage them to continue. He takes the necklace of keys and puts it around his neck.
“Together, we…we excel. Your…your soul shines with our new dynamic. Your…your lips encouraging me and guiding me. Your hands gentle and grounding. Your arms—,” they stop and tears fall down their cheeks.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asks, cupping their face. They glance up at him.
Their lips quiver as they begin again. “Your arms…my…my safe haven when the—the world becomes too loud.” They bite their lip a moment as more tears fall and breathing increases. Logan keeps his hands on their face, wiping away the tears. Audibly swallowing as they say the hardest part. “Your heart,” they exhale. “Is my home.” His eyebrows raise high at their words.
“Your soul shines when you laugh. It shines when you're scared. It radiates every time you smile, lighting up your face and eyes that none can see but me.” Sniffling, they finally confess their truth through an altered poem:
You carry my heart with you (you carry my heart in your heart)
You are never without it (anywhere you go I go, my dear; and whatever is done by only you is my doing, my darling).
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows:
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows:
I wear my heart for you to see, hoping you will see the secret all can see but you—
You carry my heart (you carry my heart in your heart)
And I love you more than the deepest roots, the bud of bud, the sky of the sky, the tree called life, and the moon and the sun and the stars themselves who cry out for you to see…”
Cresleigh meets Logan’s blue eyes as they read aloud, “How much I love you in every touch, in every laugh, in every glance, in every whisper in the dark, in every cuddle and hug, in every conversation that we have ever had.” A quivering whisper as tears continue to fall, “Do you see I love you, James Howlett?”
Their heart was pounding. Tears strained their face. Logan’s fingers were so wet. His own heart was pounding in his ears with every word. He was tense trying not to shake. His face was unreadable to Cresleigh.
The tense silence between them grew. Their eyes never leave each other. Cresleigh tried so hard to remain strong and not waver in their confession.
Logan’s silence was deafening and their omega was whimpering, scared of rejection.
Their face was pulled to Logan’s, his lips crashing to theirs with fervor. Cresleigh’s eyes fluttered closed and grabbed biceps, the papers crushed in their hand. Tears fell unbidden down Cresleigh’s face as they smiled into the kiss. Logan matched their smile, not letting go as their kiss became sloppy and chuckling when they finally pulled away.
“I’m sorry I forced you—,” he began. They shook their head “It’s ok. I probably would have lost my nerve and then you made me read it.” They rested their forehead on his. “I was so scared.”
Logan inhales deeply and whispers against their lips. “I love you too, Cresleigh Phillips.” They giggled at Logan’s reciprocity and kissed him again.
He pulled away. “And the necklace of keys?” Logan inquired, holding his thumb and pulling it gently. Cresleigh smirked at their alpha. “The keys to…my life?” They chewed on their lower lip. Logan’s eyes widened and he looked down at the keys. “They’re labeled so you won’t forget which is which.”
Watching Logan read each label, he tilted his head side to side and Cresleigh found it adorable and endearing. His face fell. “I thought you lost the back up of your car keys,” he challenged with a dominating quirked brow.
“I lied..?” Their shoulders were at their ears, brow furrowed with frown. “I’m sorry. I wanted to give it to you so I…lied.” Logan rolled his eyes and huffed, sliding his free hand down to their hip. “I should discipline you for lying but I’ll make an exception.”
Looking down at Logan’s chest, Cresleigh admitted, “You don’t…have to do…that, Alpha.” Logan slowly, smugly smirked at them. “Maybe I should punish you instead..?” They looked up immediately meeting his eyes, grinning before tugging their lip on their teeth. Remaining quiet as Logan’s face became unreadable, slipping on his dominant persona.
”Yeah, bub. I think I will.” Logan’s grin took on a predatory quality that Cresleigh had quickly fallen in love with. It meant Logan would be mean in all the ways they loved.