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[madeofbamf]

When Sofie walks up to Logan's house, the first thing she notices is that his parents cars aren't in the driveway. Good. It's starting to snow and she's walked all the way here, kicking her way through the snow already on the ground, up Logan's walkway to the front door where she knocks.

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[Logan's enjoying yet another weekend alone, not entirely sure where his parents are this time. He thinks his dad is at some conference and his mom is... yeah, he can't remember. He's too busy eating popcorn far too late and watching a very R-rated movie in the living room, enjoying having the large plasma to himself for once. The volume is up pretty loud (because it can be, and this is what rebelling is for Logan), so it's lucky he hears the knock on the front door. He takes a moment to check the time and frowns, pausing the television before rising and going to the door. Like a good kid, he looks through the peephole before opening the door, but when he sees that it's Sofie, he unlocks and opens the door immediately, a worried look in his eyes.] Sofie, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Did you walk here? [He steps aside, gesturing for her to come in from the cold.]

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Yes, I walked. Everything is fine. [It's totally not, but that's not what matters. What matters is that she wants a distraction (and she's going to be smart enough not to tell Logan that this time) and by God, she's going to get it. How do you like the hair, by the way?] Are your parents home?

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Uhm... no, they're both out of town. [He's still sort of frowning at her, though, as he shuts the door and locks it again. He eyes over her hair, taking in the new color and how it sort of makes her look older. Not in a bad way, just a bit more mature. Different. He refocuses on her eyes, though, considering the fact she's even here is more important to him than her hair color.] You've gotta be freezing. You're going to make yourself sick from walking here, you can't just do that... You're sure nothing's wrong? Not that I don't love that you're here, but... why are you here? [No text, no call beforehand, he can't help be a little concerned.]

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I missed you. [She steps inside, hanging her coat up.] I can't miss you? [She's wearing one of her button up flannel shirts and as she leans in, she starts to unbutton it.] I was around the area, Logan. It's not like I walked here from Dayton or anything. It wasn't even snowing when I left, it's fine. Now.

[She pecks his lips, grinning.] When's the last time we got a bed and time to ourselves, handsome?

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[As much appreciated as this is, Logan still seems a little suspicious. He leans away just slightly, placing his hands on Sofie's arms.] Well, I miss you, too, and... well, yeah, I mean... that would be nice... [He pauses and raises an eyebrow.] Handsome? [Logan shakes his head, ridding his mind of the compliment. He can't be that easily distracted. Then again, here's his girlfriend, undressing herself already, and why is he even resisting this? Right, because he's supposed to be responsible or something... But who would it hurt? His eyes drift down to where Sofie has unbuttoned her shirt.] Uhm... I guess... we could... I mean, you'd get warmer, which is... uh, which I like, so... [Words. Logan knows how to use them.]

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Exactly. I'd get warmer. [She stops with the unbuttoning, wrapping her arms around his neck.] It's okay, you know. To want to...it's not a bad thing. [She presses a kiss to the tip of his nose, then turns to head upstairs without him. She knows where his room is, it's not like she needs directions or anything. She knows Logan isn't as sexual as she is, but sometimes she can tell when he's trying to be responsible Logan because that's what's expected of him when responsible Logan really isn't the Logan needed right then.]

[She reaches his room first, kicking off her boots and unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way, sitting on the edge of the bed.]

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[Logan hesitates, but then hurries up the stairs after her.] Well--well, I know that. That it's not... bad... I don't think it's bad, it's just... I dunno... [He gets to his room in time to see Sofie on his bed, shirt open. He stops in his doorway, licking his lips subconsciously. He's not entirely sure why he was talking so much before. The randomness of Sofie's visit is gone entirely out of his head and Logan is so grateful his parents left for the weekend and Sofie chose tonight to come over. He comes to Sofie on the bed, bringing a hand to her cheek and leaning down to kiss her gently to start. He places his other hand to the middle of her back, easing her down to lean over her.]

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[It's not random. She doesn't have a car, she was walking around the city, just trying to clear her head...some other things transpired, but she eventually ended up on Logan's end of town. She hadn't set out coming to see him, but she was freezing and he was nearby. So. Why not?] You don't act like it. [She replies, but when he approaches, she leans back on her elbows.] That's better. [She grins, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip.]

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[Why was he arguing before? He can't remember. Logan responds accordingly to Sofie's little advances and presses his mouth to hers, drawing his tongue testingly along her bottom lip. He brings a knee up on the bed next to Sofie's leg as his hand slides from along her back to her side, inching upwards. He's got no reason to say no at this point, after all. Who's it going to hurt?]

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[She shrugs her top off, rolling them slightly to straddle his waist, her hands sliding up his chest and underneath his t-shirt, pushing it over his head. It's not like Sofie and Logan have had much time to try a bunch of different positions, but they have tonight to figure out some things, at least.]

[Like whether or not Sofie being on top is going to work out.]

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[Logan's given enough time by Sofie switching places with him in order to turn his brain back on. He allows Sofie to take his shirt off, but then puts his hands on her arms, stroking them up and down briefly.] Hey. Promise everything's alright? [Not that he wants to stop; stopping now would definitely leave him with a predicament he doesn't want to have to deal with on his own. Sofie topping him all of a sudden has him a little excited. But he'd rather make sure everything is good before moving any further.]

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[Everything's fine. It's a celebration, actually. Everything is wonderful and resolved and awesome...] Everything's great, babe. [She smiles, reaching up to unhook her bra and toss it away before leaning down and kissing him again.] Everything is awesome. 'Specially now. [Braced on one elbow, she reaches between them to undo his belt.] Is everything okay with you?

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[Logan can't help believing her and kissing back, barely giving Sofie's bottom lip a quick suck before she pulls away again. He automatically slides a hand up her stomach to cover one of her breasts, running his thumb over the nipple unthinkingly, like it's just where his hand is supposed to be. He swallows as he feels Sofie's hand at his belt and he begins working his socks off with his toes.] Well... I may have sort of a... small problem... [He chokes a little, coughing, and the little rubs of his thumb cease momentarily.] I mean, not small, but--anyway, I think you could probably help, though... [He clears his throat again. So much for Logan trying to be smooth. He shouldn't even try sometimes. He should just let Sofie get his pants off and get to it.]

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[Tsh, Logan, that's totally where your hand goes. And then that one other place, but she'll get to that in a second. Sofie stands, undoing her own jeans and kicking them away before she tugs his jeans off. Bending so that she's level with his tented boxers, she grins.] No. Not small. [Tugging back the elastic, she nips at his hip before straddling him again after she lets the cloth snap back gently.] You know I'm always willing to help, baby. [She wiggles in his lap, only her panties and his boxers separating them.] Any particular idea how you'd like to go about solving this problem?

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[Logan gives a short gasp at the nip to his skin that turns into more of a groan when Sofie gets back on top of him. This is so much better than that movie on pause downstairs. He licks his lips as he stares up at Sofie in slight surprise. She's so eager and it's making him so... excited. To say the least. He can't help it, not that he wants to, and although he has an answer to her question, he doesn't know how to actually reply. So he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing gently as he raises his eyebrows at Sofie helplessly. As much as he wants to get to things, he can't quite say it, can't even suggest something. So he slides a hand up her body, starting at her hip and going slowly up to her neck to guide her back down to his lips, kissing her fiercely and passionately, feeling forward with his tongue and moving his lips rhythmically. Anyway, the best way to avoid saying anything is to cover his mouth up.]

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We've got to work on your manners, Mr. Mitchell. You're supposed to ask for what you want. [She teases, wiggling against him again as he bites his lip, just giving her a helpless look. Sofie knows dirty talk isn't really Logan's strong suit, but that's cool. She likes this a lot more, she thinks, the joking and teasing that peppers their foreplay. He pulls her down into a kiss and she groans, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling her hips down against his. He is good at kissing. Very good. This is totally an acceptable answer to her question, by the way. So she reaches down, inching his boxers down his hips and wrapping her fingers around his erection.]

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[If Logan can stake claims to being good at anything not ridiculously nerdy, it's kissing. No, he can't dirty talk, but he can certainly make his girl feel good, maybe even melt a little, when he uses his mouth correctly. He's got a hand on Sofie's neck, one on her waist, and he feels pretty solid about this, kissing her deep and fervently, but his strengthened resolve crumbles a little at the firm hold on his member. He gives a small, involuntary, but wanting moan into Sofie's mouth, trying to cover it by kissing her harder as his fingers press a little into her hip. He slides his hand swiftly down, feeling across her thinly-clothed ass before resting again at her hip.]

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[Sofie reaches up with one hand, tugging the hand Logan has resting on her hip down between her legs. That's something else Logan can stake claim on: he's good with his hands. Which probably comes from studying to be a doctor since he was in preschool, but whatever. He needs a roadmap or a couple blinking signs to "GET ON WITH IT" sometimes, but once he's there, all that reading up on anatomy comes in handy. Sofie bears down against his fingers, moaning softly into his mouth as she strokes him.]

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[Okay, so he's a little slow and may need some guidance every once and awhile. Or all the time, but that isn't the point. The point is that he gets there eventually and he's moving his fingers like a pro, rubbing and pressing and sliding further down, inside Sofie, feeling wetness, and back out to rub again against her clit, where he's read is basically a little pleasure button. He's trying to stay focused, keep moving his hand, keep moving his mouth, but it's so hard--difficult, what with Sofie stroking him like that. Which is precisely why he has to break the kiss, moving his mouth southward, down her neck, to her collar bone, to her sternum. He moves his hand off her neck to lift gently at her shoulder so he can kiss lower and lower, bending to press his lips and tongue against her stomach. He's read lots; girls take longer to turn on, and Logan is all too glad to work Sofie up. He's patient. Still, Sofie is always different, and he doesn't know how far she'll let him get, whether she'll actually let him get to his destination before she wants to start. In which case, he's trying to think where te nearest condom is in his room.]

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[Yeah. Logan wishes Sofie had patience. She doesn't, especially not when he's flicking this fingers just right and then they're suddenly not enough and of course she wants. She's totally entitled to, right? Right.] Logan... [He's moved now, so her hand lays against his stomach and she thinks she knows where he's going, because it's somewhere they (read: he. She's definitely blown him before) haven't gone. She's riding his fingers now, much like she'd rather be riding something else and they're great and all but seriously, guy.] Baby, where ya goin? [She pouts down at him, panting and wiggling against his hand.] You were perfect right up here...

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[Of course she's blown him before when he's never had the guts to go down on her. Logan isn't exactly overflowing with confidence, especially when it comes to sexual acts, but... well, he was feeling adventurous. He stops kissing her ribs to look up at her.] I... I thought I would try... you know... [He subconsciously draws his bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue slipping out briefly as he does so. Then he raises his eyebrows worriedly.] Do you not want me to...? [And now Logan's brain is whirling again as he plunges into minor panic. She doesn't think he'll be good. He probably won't be good. He should just stick to what he knows, making her feel good with his hands, he's too afraid of failure. Why'd he even go for this? He'd just suck at it anyway.]

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I want everything. [She grins.] All the time. Don't you know me that well by now. [Sofie rocks up, tilting her hips towards his mouth. He may not have much confidence in himself, but Sofie has all of the confidence in the world in him. He hasn't failed her yet, and knowing how much of a perfectionist he is, the fact that he could hasn't really ever entered her mind.] I just didn't wanna get my hopes up. Here. [She rolls over and onto her back.] Make it easy for you. Carry on, my good man.

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[Logan's cheeks are immediately red at the libidinous display that has him possibly harder than before. Sofie and her willingness to lay out just for him and her trust of and confidence in him... Logan loves that trust and confidence. It probably comes with that "love" thing. Which he definitely feels the need to remind her of right now as he goes back to her stomach, mumbling against her skin as he kisses down.] God, I love you... [When he reaches the elastic of her panties, he slips them down over her hipbones slowly, continuing to lay kisses along her pelvis and crease of her thighs until he's got the barely-existent-as-it-is article of clothing down to her knees. Finally then does he hesitate. He gives one last furtive glance up at Sofie as he swallows, and then he's got his mouth on her again, pressing his lips and tentatively flicking his tongue across a spot he knows so well with his hands but feels much different under his mouth.]

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Ditto. [She grins, before settling back to let him do his thing.]

[Oh. Oh. Yeah. This is awesome. Like...who knew those all those biology lecture practice runs would come in handy? Next time you ask her to sit in as a judge for one of those, Logan? She's totally down. Basically, Logan's whole life may be leading him towards being a doctor, but it's totally worked out in Sofie's favor. Implicit knowledge of anatomy, surgeon's hands and a strong tonge; Logan has them.] Babe. [Is pretty much as close as she gets to articulating that, though. She lifts her legs, draping them over his shoulders and slipping her fingers into his hair to get a grip on something. She flutters against his tongue and her hips roll up of their own volition, back already starting to arch.]

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[Logan finds himself surprised that it really feels that good, though, really, he shouldn't be. Blowjobs feel awesome. Why shouldn't this feel equally as good for a girl? Logan takes the movements of Sofie's legs and hips and the hand in his hair especially to be encouragement and he slides a hand on the inside of her thigh to keep her legs open, the other hand going to hold onto her hip. He moves his lips much like he does when they make out, figuring things can't be too different, licking his tongue along and giving very gentle little sucks to her clit. His tongue slides lower, slipping inside Sofie briefly before dragging back up. It's such new territory, but totally familiar at the same time. Selfishly, he sort of wants to work at this until she comes, but he's not sure he's got that in his skill set just yet. This is, after all, his first time doing this. And although he's fully aware that girls can have multiple orgasms in a short span of time, he isn't sure how long Sofie wants to wait for the actual sex. So he'll let her decide that, when to stop him, because he's not going to give up on this until she makes him, and that thought seems to translate into his actions a bit as his licks gain a little more speed and fervor.]

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[Remember that thing we talked about earlier? About Sofie having no patience? Yeah, it was completely and totally true.] Log...baby, baby-, fuck...up, up, I'm ready now. [And that probably sounds a little selfish, but Sofie knows that Logan knows what she means. Of course, she's a also feeling a little like jello right now, so if he pulls away expecting some...immediate action, he's either gonna have to start out on top or put his plans on the back burner, 'cause Sofie's not sure she has enough acute muscle control (goddamnit, Logan) in her spine to sit up and ride anyone right now, no matter how badly she wants to.]

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[Logan lifts his head, and he tries not to be disappointed, but, well, he was so hoping he could do good. Which, actually, he probably did if she's ready to go now. He figures that probably means she didn't want to come before they actually started. At least, his ego hopes that's what it is. But Logan licks his lips and nods, pushing himself back up and settling back on his haunches between Sofie's knees. His excitement almost gets the better of him and he very nearly just leans over her to ease in, but the little Logan in his head jumps up immediately with a huge stop sign.] Oh, hey, nightstand drawer, under my journal. Can you reach? [Yes, Logan keeps a journal, but Sofie surely knows that by now. However, it's mostly thoughts on things he's read lately, or his response to an article in the latest issue of Future Doctor. He's just that nerdy. He would go for the condom himself, but he'd have to crawl over Sofie again back to the head of the bed, and she's right there where she could just reach in.]

So I take that to mean it's gonna break?

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[She reaches up, not even looking as she opens the drawer and reaches in, handing it to him. Finally regaining some fine muscle control, she leans up and cups his face.] I love you. We have to do that again when it hasn't been 3 weeks since you fucked me. [Her arms slide around his neck and, back to her senses now, she rolls them again, knees on either side of his hips.] You know I'm an impatient bitch when I wanna be.

sure! I was waiting to see what you'd do, 'cause he could have been out or something.

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[Logan's barely got time to work the wrapper open and push his boxers the rest of the way off to begin putting the condom on before he finds himself on his back. Sofie is so forceful when she wants to be, and it sort of scares Logan how she can overpower him when he's off-guard like that. He's an athlete, he's supposed to be stronger than that. But, then again, it's also kind of a turn on. Especially that she's trying to top. He licks his lips, rolling the condom the rest of the way on before settling his hands on Sofie's hips and staring up at her with trepidation. He really has no idea what to expect out of this, Sofie riding him and all. He's honestly got no reason to be nervous, but he figures that's just a form of excitement. He doesn't dare make anymore moves, though. When she's ready, she'll definitely initiate movement, he knows that much. He bites his lip again, Sofie's taste still lingering, eyes flicking down Sofie's body--damn, she looks good positioned over him like that--and back up again.] Whenever you're ready...

[ooc: or Sofie would have been probably entirely capable of talking him out of using it if she wanted to. Logan may be smart, but he definitely makes idiotic decisions, especially if he's coerced by his pretty, naked girlfriend.]

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[Yes, Logan, you are an athlete. You play...one sport. Sofie has a black belt in karate, a nationally competitive gymnast and the kicker for your school's football team. It's okay to concede to just this one girl. He looks a little nervous, but she knows that he'd voice anything that really bothered him, so she leaves it alone. Leaning down, she presses a kiss to his lips and drops back simultaneously, groaning against his lips. She doesn't even give herself time to really get used to the stretch, swiveling her hips slow and firm.]


ooc: No way. If they were out, Sofie would put an end to everything right then. And as far as talking him out of it, that would NEVER happen. The first thing Sofie ever learned from her father regarding sex was Trust Me is NOT an acceptable form of birth control. What's about to happen is what she's been taught by her father (and her older sister, who got pregnant at 15) is going to completely fuck the rest of your life.

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[Logan gives a light, quiet moan as Sofie comes down on him, hot and wet. It feels good, nothing feels better than that sort of tightness, heat, and Logan holds his hands tight on Sofie's hips, pressing his own pelvis upwards.] God, Sofe... [He mutters, unable to concentrate in the least on kissing now. He's much too concerned with the girl currently riding his hips. He bites his bottom lip, resisting asking her to move just yet, because she definitely needs to be the one controlling things this time, not him.]

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[You may not want to say that, Logan. 'Cause that little break you were trying to give Sofie? You get about 30, 45 seconds before she's going to town. She likes control, she loves sex, loves Logan even more and so now there's-...everything is perfect. She bounces, rolling her hips back against his, settling their hips together and grinding down on him when her thighs get tired of lifting her, head thrown back. Thank God his parents aren't home.] Logan!

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[Logan gasps, tilting his head back and holding tight onto Sofie's hips, his fingers digging a little. His breathing increases dramatically as Sofie grinds down on him, moving, every flex of her muscles as she moves making her tighter around him and working him harder. He feels sort of helpless, laying here with his legs tensing up as he thrusts up, trying to do something. Having Sofe ride him really is something else, and Logan is pretty sure he likes it, but it's hard to tell when he feels like he isn't doing anything much to pleasure her like he's used to. Still, this is probably the best sex has ever felt, Sofie feeling tighter and hotter when she's on top, Logan getting a clear, exquisite view of her whole body, on top of him, only for him. His worries for being helpless and just lying there begin to fade the better it feels, holding harder and lifting his hips up again, and Logan allows himself to really begin feeling good from it all, his pleasure increasing, coming closer as he leans his head back, whispering.] Christ.... fuckfuckfuck... oh, goddammit, Sofe, that feels good, more...

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Mmmm...[She smiles, leaning down to tug his earlobe between her teeth.] Have I-....told you...that you're really...fucking hot when you curse? [She swings her hips up and back, swiveling them like they're connected to her spine like a ball joint. Welcome to the full experience of having a dancer/gymnast girlfriend, Logan. Her muscles are starting to ache but she's nowhere near tired, sweat beading on her skin and she takes one of his wrists, sliding his hand up the slick skin to cup one of her breasts before she drops both of her hands back down between her legs, one toying with her clit while the other helps her balance, pressed to his stomach.] Fuck...oh god, oh-...'m gonna come...

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[This is driving Logan crazy, hands all over the place, and if he were even able to really focus on what Sofie was saying, he would disagree that cursing makes him sexy. He thinks it makes him unclassy and sound dirty. But when Sofie does it? No matter how common it is for her, how much he hears it, and especially combined with her warning she's going to come, it makes Logan's brain spark. He bites his lip with a groan, pressing his hips upwards. Then, with tension in his hips and a moan on his lips, he jerks his pelvis a little, automatically squeezing Sofie's breast slightly and grabbing at the sheets with his other hand, coming hard.] Shit--Sofe-- [Logan arches his neck back, biting into his lip. He can feel the pleasure spreading from his hip joints outward in tingling waves, making his head light and his breathing erratic, especially as Sofie finishes off on him and his voice comes out something like a whine.] Christ--Sofie...