History of Abuse
By: Alliegirl
Chapter One: Scars
Rating: R
Length: 1/?
Spoiler: Some season 1-3 stuff
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Rob and co. ever decide to sell I would gladly take Logan.
Couples: LoVe, cause nothing else makes sense.
Summary: Logan, she whispered in a comforting tone he hadnt heard in years, hadnt heard from her ever. How did you get this scar?
Warning: This story will include rather descriptive child abuse. If you cant handle it I suggest you dont read past the first chapter.
A/N I appreciate advice on how to improve, or being corrected when Ive gotten facts or words mixed up. However, if all you have to say is a rude and/or degrading comment I prefer you keep it to yourself
It started out as a gentle caress, a whisper across his skin, almost tickling the length of his back. As time went on her touch became more firm, more certain but still gentle, almost soothing. Logan kept his eyes closed and his breathing at a steady rhythm, mock sleeping.
Hed been keeping up the charade for the past several nights, since the first time shed reached over and began her soft exploration of his back. When hed first awoken to her probing touch he hadnt known how to respond, he still didnt know. It wasnt the first time a girl, woman had seen his scars, but her touch was so much different from his lovers of the past, so full of curiosity, sympathy, understanding, and love?
With Lilly his scars had been a turn on. Shed loved that he was so damaged. She had loved the anger and passion they inspired. Lilly hadnt been one for in her mind- useless expressions such as sympathy and compassion, and hed long past stopped looking for any. He would show up at her door angry, tense, in pain, and looking for a release, and she would lead the way to her room, lips curving in that devious and seductive smile of hers. They would spend the next few hours tangled together in her bed, Lilly running her hands down his back as he pounded into her, she had loved the way he would flinch when her nails caught in a fresh wound, she had relished the feeling of raking her nails down his back, hoping to leave behind a few scars of her own.
Hannah was barely worth mentioning, besides she had barely had a chance to see him sans his shirt before her father was there ripping her from his grasp and shipping her away. The only scar she had been previewed to was one on his waste, which she had caught a glimpse of during one of their tickle fights, she had asked him how hed gotten it, her eyebrows scrunched as she ran a finger along puckered line. He had proceeded to drag her hand away and distract her with a light kiss to her knuckles and some bull shit story about falling off his surf board and his harrowing escape from death, which she had bought hook line and sinker.
Kendall had seen every inch of him, from every angle. And the one time he had seen the tiniest spark of curiosity began to form he had forced her down onto the bed and pinned her hands over her head, driving all thoughts but those about his tongue and what it was doing from her head. He hadnt wanted to go there with her, not even on the superficial level their conversation would have been. Kendall was as much a distraction for him, as he was for her. He didnt want to know anything about her and he certainly didnt want her knowing anything about him. It was sex, not love, not even like, just good-old-sweaty-no-strings-attached sex.
There had been a few others, but they either hadnt been in a position to notice or hadnt cared to. Nothing in any of his past relationships had prepared him for Veronica. He knew the questions would be coming; it was a part of who she was. She asked questions, she solved the mystery, and each of his scars were a small mystery waiting to be solved. Veronica knew the who, but the where, the why, and the how were all answers waiting for her to fish out.
Logan tried and failed to suppress a shiver as Veronica drew a dainty red tipped finger up his back, across his shoulders and then down his arm, before coming to rest in the space between his thumb and pointer finger. He remained still as she traced the faded diagonal scar that lay there, up and down. He knew the question was coming, and he wasnt surprised when a second later she took a deep breath and asked what had been on her mind for the past few nights.
Logan, she whispered in a comforting tone he hadnt heard in years, hadnt heard from her ever. How did you get this scar?
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By: Alliegirl
Chapter One: Scars
Rating: R
Length: 1/?
Spoiler: Some season 1-3 stuff
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but if Rob and co. ever decide to sell I would gladly take Logan.
Couples: LoVe, cause nothing else makes sense.
Summary: Logan, she whispered in a comforting tone he hadnt heard in years, hadnt heard from her ever. How did you get this scar?
Warning: This story will include rather descriptive child abuse. If you cant handle it I suggest you dont read past the first chapter.
A/N I appreciate advice on how to improve, or being corrected when Ive gotten facts or words mixed up. However, if all you have to say is a rude and/or degrading comment I prefer you keep it to yourself
It started out as a gentle caress, a whisper across his skin, almost tickling the length of his back. As time went on her touch became more firm, more certain but still gentle, almost soothing. Logan kept his eyes closed and his breathing at a steady rhythm, mock sleeping.
Hed been keeping up the charade for the past several nights, since the first time shed reached over and began her soft exploration of his back. When hed first awoken to her probing touch he hadnt known how to respond, he still didnt know. It wasnt the first time a girl, woman had seen his scars, but her touch was so much different from his lovers of the past, so full of curiosity, sympathy, understanding, and love?
With Lilly his scars had been a turn on. Shed loved that he was so damaged. She had loved the anger and passion they inspired. Lilly hadnt been one for in her mind- useless expressions such as sympathy and compassion, and hed long past stopped looking for any. He would show up at her door angry, tense, in pain, and looking for a release, and she would lead the way to her room, lips curving in that devious and seductive smile of hers. They would spend the next few hours tangled together in her bed, Lilly running her hands down his back as he pounded into her, she had loved the way he would flinch when her nails caught in a fresh wound, she had relished the feeling of raking her nails down his back, hoping to leave behind a few scars of her own.
Hannah was barely worth mentioning, besides she had barely had a chance to see him sans his shirt before her father was there ripping her from his grasp and shipping her away. The only scar she had been previewed to was one on his waste, which she had caught a glimpse of during one of their tickle fights, she had asked him how hed gotten it, her eyebrows scrunched as she ran a finger along puckered line. He had proceeded to drag her hand away and distract her with a light kiss to her knuckles and some bull shit story about falling off his surf board and his harrowing escape from death, which she had bought hook line and sinker.
Kendall had seen every inch of him, from every angle. And the one time he had seen the tiniest spark of curiosity began to form he had forced her down onto the bed and pinned her hands over her head, driving all thoughts but those about his tongue and what it was doing from her head. He hadnt wanted to go there with her, not even on the superficial level their conversation would have been. Kendall was as much a distraction for him, as he was for her. He didnt want to know anything about her and he certainly didnt want her knowing anything about him. It was sex, not love, not even like, just good-old-sweaty-no-strings-attached sex.
There had been a few others, but they either hadnt been in a position to notice or hadnt cared to. Nothing in any of his past relationships had prepared him for Veronica. He knew the questions would be coming; it was a part of who she was. She asked questions, she solved the mystery, and each of his scars were a small mystery waiting to be solved. Veronica knew the who, but the where, the why, and the how were all answers waiting for her to fish out.
Logan tried and failed to suppress a shiver as Veronica drew a dainty red tipped finger up his back, across his shoulders and then down his arm, before coming to rest in the space between his thumb and pointer finger. He remained still as she traced the faded diagonal scar that lay there, up and down. He knew the question was coming, and he wasnt surprised when a second later she took a deep breath and asked what had been on her mind for the past few nights.
Logan, she whispered in a comforting tone he hadnt heard in years, hadnt heard from her ever. How did you get this scar?
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