Logan Murdock and Ky' vie Morgan
Part Two ~ The Beach and Hephaestus Cabin ~ Camp Half-Blood
It was the most natural thing in the world, and though every little part of her was screaming for her not to, she couldn't help the way that her eyes closed softly as she leant her cheek into the warm touch of his hand. How..? The single word wouldn't stop playing over and over in her mind as she tried to figure out the answer to it. How was it that he of all people had the ability to get her to second guess herself... he wasn't even a single day within the camp, and already she felt like she could trust him enough to open up- to tell him everything that he wanted to know about her; everything that she had kept to herself over the years... By the Gods it scared her...
Opening her eyes slowly, she allowed her gaze to linger for a few moments longer upon the wet clothes that he wore before eventually, she slowly brought them back up to meet with his gaze... how could such eyes be both so intense and gentle at the same time..? Pushing the thoughts from the forefront of her mind, she nodded her head softly against the palm of his hand, letting him know that she had both been listening and that she understood what it was that he was saying to her- just as she was going to be there for him, he was going to be there for her, and she wasn't about to argue with him about it... no matter how much guilt and heartache it was going to cause her in the long run, "..come on; you can dry off and change in my cabin if you want... I promise you it's nice and warm in there... I'm used to an Australian climate..."
Logan let his hand slowly fall from her face as he nodded in agreement. His pants were beginning to stick to him uncomfortably and changing sounded like a good idea. He was loathe to go anywhere that would interrupt what it was that was happening, yet Ky' vie spoke good sense. His hand comfortably intertwined with hers as he began leading her back towards camp proper. The ring of cabins had been some of the earliest structures that Erin had shown him and he remembered wondering what the Hephaestus cabin might look like from the inside. "That sounds like a good idea... you aren't just hoping to catch me with my pants down, are you?" Logan joked good-naturedly, a teasing smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye of suppressed mirth.
He couldn't explain why he felt so natural with Ky, just that he had no reservations. He had no hang-ups, no doubts as to whether his words would be taken as they were meant and not just perceived. Logan felt that perhaps that her dropping in on her death trap, or motorcycle, had been the luckiest encounter he'd had on that hill. He felt as if those first few encounters and minutes might have been the most important in his new life here. What else would Camp Half-blood bring? Logan tightened his grip, not letting Ky let go even if she wanted to, as they walked. The contact just felt right and he wasn't giving it up any time soon.
The sweet sound of her laughter hung in the air for a few moments as she shook her head lightly back and forth at his words- catching him half naked and changing in her cabin was one of the furthest things in her mind at this point; she was just glad that she had been able to fix the wrong that she had caused moments beforehand. She had never once in her life experienced anything that just seemed to natural, that felt so right; even when she had met Griffin for the first time, she needed to work to be able to build the close-knit relationship the two of them shared with one another, but this... this was different...
"..ah... that was my original plan... but then I thought about the repercussions, and how if I caught you changing, then you would have to catch me changing to even it out; then it's like you gotta think about whether it's worth it in the long run..." Flashing him a playful smirk as she turned her head to glance at him for only a moment, she slowed her pace down slightly, her body moving just ahead of him as she made her way up the steps of her cabin before opening the door with her free hand- her cabin was exactly how she had left it on the day she had set out on her quest... the kitchen, living and dining areas neat and tidy; ready for her return, "Well... this is it, my home sweet home... uh, I really need to start getting all the food ready; but you can change in my room, sorry in advance about the mess on the desks and the shelves and all that, I keep all my blueprints, projects and all that in there... It's just that door there on the other side of the living room- light switch on the right of the door..."
"I knew it! Don't worry, I'd make it worth your while. But be warned: I bite," With that bit of banter, Logan followed Ky into her cabin, which seemed more of an apartment meant than anything else. His ears perked up at the mention of food, only now realizing that his stomach was feeling a bit hollow. Casting an appraising eye about the living space, he was pleasantly surprised that she didn't bring more work home with her. He'd expected more of a second workshop than a well-kept house.
Before he left her in the living room, he pulled her in for a quick, but tight hug. Then he released her, giving her a radiant smile. He nodded in thanks and left her, disappearing into her room. His hand found the light switch easily, since daylight still poked its way around her curtains. His purple Camp Jupiter shirt was a bit damp too, from the surf that had jumped up at them. He imagine'd that Ky' vie might need to change as well. Quickly stripping, he made a pile of his wet shirt, pants, and boxers. He crouched in front his pack on the floor, loosening the drawstring to retrieve another pair of blue jeans, underwear, and a dry shirt. The situation struck him as thoroughly odd, all of a sudden. He was naked in a girl's room, a girl he had just met and opened his heart to. He shook his head with a rueful grin at the improbability of it all.
Waiting until he had closed the door of her bedroom behind her before relaxing, Ky slumped lightly up against the frame of the door, her features suddenly looking weary as a soft sigh fell out through her lips- what was she doing… promising to tell him everything he wanted to know about her, being that close to a guy she barely knew… no, being that close to a guy who wasn’t Derek… Pushing herself away from the door frame, she lifted her arm up from where it had been hanging at her side, her fingers disappearing into her bright red locks as she pushed them back and off of her face so that she could see properly, her feet carrying her through the room and over to the kitchen that hadn’t been touched now in days… everything was just how she had put it before she left for her quest, though she knew from experience that it wasn’t going to stay like that for very long- once she began work again, the cabin was going to look like a bomb had hit it…
Scooping her hair around and over the one shoulder, she reached out opening up the fridge, her lips pursing together lightly as she glanced at all the things she had laying in wait to be cooked up and eaten- she had a lot to get done before people began arriving… she just needed to know where to start…
Logan's eyes scanned Ky' vie's room, looking at her various mementos and knickknacks. She seemed to have made quite a life here at Camp Half-blood. Pictures were framed and hung here and there, covering an expanse of years. It was if Logan were watching her grow up in blinks of time, seeing Griffin as well. What was the relationship between those two? He'd still yet to figure that out. Syleste was in quite a few as well and it seemed she had never been able to see. What was that like, to never be able to see the light of the day? Logan thought about the positives, never being able to the see the pain one could cause on a loved one's face... Shaking his head like a dog, he sat on Ky' vie's bed as he pulled on his socks first. Then his underwear, which seemed to resist him.
Finally, he took out his blue jeans and as he struggled to pull them over his soaked skin, he toppled over like a cut tree. His head made a loud thud as it connected with her dresser and his body resounded through the wooden cabin like an elephant had taken a spill. "HOLY FUCK!" Logan roared, hands going to his scalp and coming away with blood.
The sound of the buttons on the oven, and the dials on the stove sounded out from somewhere behind her as she continued to almost expertly chop the different things she had lain in front of the chopping board that she was using- the young demigod seemingly not paying any attention to what either machine was doing, though it was far from the truth; the heat radiating from each element clearly monitored by the red head as she continued to get things ready for when the other campers began to show up. There was so much she had to get done… the salads, the fried rice, the scalloped potato... not to mention prepping all of the meat and then getting the barbecue ready to be used- the thought alone caused her lips to split open into a thoughtful grin; it was like she had stepped right back into Australia, and she couldn’t have been happier.
Her head shot up the very moment that the sound of a loud bang and the sound of swearing came from somewhere within her room, panic flickering across her features for only a moment before she dropped everything that she was doing, her feet quickly carrying her around the bench and across the room until she reached her bedroom door; the young demigoddess not even bothering to hesitate as she opened the door, slipping inside to check that he was alright.
“Logan..! Logan, are you alrigh-…” Freezing to the spot the very second that her eyes fell upon his figure standing with his pants down and around his ankles, she turned on her heel so that her back was instead facing him; a gentle though bright flame flickering across her hair as her cheeks took on a bright red tinge in her embarrassment- she knew she should have knocked first before she had just gone barging in… “I-I’m so sorry… I-... I shouldn’t have just come barging in like this- but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay...”
Logan had just gotten up when Ky' vie had came rushing in, not even giving him the chance to pick up his jeans. If he was going to be honest, his head hurt quite a bit and he felt a little dizzy, but he'd suck that up. The small gash on his head needed stitches though, but all he could feel was intense embarrassment as a flush spread from his face, to his neck, till he seemed as if he'd just gotten out of a too hot jacuzzi. He'd never been caught in such a state of nakedness, other than Ashley. But that was a different matter altogether, since they'd been dating for years by that point.
He'd just met Ky' vie and their recent dip in the bay made this exposure all the more humiliating. He finished putting on his pants, zipping and buttoning them before answering Ky' vie's stuttering explanation. "It's fine and I fell is all. But I'm bleeding... do you have any ambrosia? My field kit ran out a few weeks ago and I never get around to resupplying it.. Oh, and I'm decent now." He had yet to put on a shirt, wanting to wash his hands free of blood first. He noticed the fire that had sprung in her hair and his gaze wandered without his control to her rear before he once again had to shake himself. What in the world was getting into him? He was acting like one of those Aphrodite kids all of a sudden, or worse Eros. He was frankly guilty and ashamed to be so intensely attracted to Ky' vie, as images and memories of Ashley were continuously brought to the forefront of his mind.
“U-Uh, yeah… ambrosia…” What was wrong with her- the last time that she had reacted in this way around a guy was back when she had first met Derek; the two of them had been stuck on the same team for the dream trials, and playing along with what she had believed to be a joke and nothing more, she had agreed to kiss him if their team came out with the victory… the fact that it had backfired and she had been forced to keep her word threw her; she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him as just another egotistical moron again. Doing her best to not make eye contact with him as she turned her head, she let her eyes flick over to where she had put her stash of ambrosia, her head nodding lightly over in the direction of the bedside table that was closest to him, “..in the top draw; there’s a makeup bag in there with an ‘A’ embroidered into the side… open it up, and you should find some in there- it’s what I take on quests with me…”
Waiting a few more moments before eventually turning around so that she was facing him straight on, she slid her hand down and into her pockets, her cheeks still a bright red in color as she continued to try and look everywhere else possible besides his eyes- she had sworn off guys; they were nothing but trouble-… okay, so that was a lie. She had sworn off all guys that weren’t Derek… she loved him, enough to risk her life over and over again due to the pain she felt because of him leaving her behind like he had… like she meant nothing to him…
Logan saw the flicker of pain contort her beautiful features and his heart felt a similar throb. His eyes narrowed only slightly, curious as to what she could be hiding in that head of hers. He supposed he could ask the others, but Ky had said she'd tell him and he wanted to respect that. Giving a nod, he crossed over to the drawer, pulling out the said bag in question, and tossing back a small square of ambrosia. The gash in his head quickly healed and he replaced it before smiling at Ky. Why couldn't she look him in the eyes? After seeing him like she had before, she had no right to be feeling shy.
Yet, he couldn't help but be reminded of the day he and Ashley realized they held feelings for each other. It had been very similar, eerily so, as he had been changing into his regular clothes after an intense fight with some nasty monsters. He had fallen, pulling on his pants, and had to roll out of the way of his own damn spear, not wanting to be impaled. As a result, his tent had come down atop him and Nolan had been out fetching firewood and looking for water. Ashley was the only one to help him, cutting the fabric open to get him out. She'd looked so worried, wondering if he'd actually keeled over from exhaustion or some untold of wound. Instead, she found a nearly naked Logan and had blushed quite prettily, but she hadn't tried to look away. They shared a tent that night and Nolan was told in no uncertain terms to take a walk. They had been an item since that time until the day of the cliff, madly in love with each other.
Logan had the oddest vibe at that point, as if events were repeating... but Ky' vie could barely bring herself to look at him and they barely knew each other! Shaking his head, he stared at Ky' vie, his gaze demanding her attention. She was much too old be acting like a child over something as silly as this. And he didn't want the closest friend he had at camp to have a hard time looking at him! So he crossed over to her until he stood a hand's breadth in front of her. His blush had subsided somewhat, but had settled into a light flush in his cheeks. "Ky' vie... would you look at me please?! What's the issue, huh?" He crossed his arms under his chest, making his prodigious physique ripple. "Are you okay?" he asked in a much softer voice, concern obvious in his eyes.
She couldn’t help but flinch as his sharp words pierced through her very being- she wasn’t even looking at him, how could she? It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen guys wandering around the place without their tops on; but she had just walked in on him, not only unannounced, but also while he had been changing, and had his pants hanging down and around his ankles- she hadn’t even seen Derek in that state before… Taking a few moments longer than she probably should have to do as she was asked, she slowly lifted her head up, her eyes following the line of his body… up his chest… his collarbone… his neck… his jaw line… until eventually, she let her eyes meet up with his own, the color in her cheeks not seeming to want to fade anytime soon.
“I-... I’ve never seen a guy in that state before… I never even saw Dere-…” She allowed her sentence to trail off into nothing as she caught herself before she could say something to him that she was going to regret saying; the last thing she needed to do right now was bring up her ex-boyfriend and give him the sob story that made up her life- she had promised him that she would answer any and all questions that he had for her… it was one that she wasn’t planning on breaking, but could she really sit here and go through all this now, “..it’s nothing Logan; I’m fine…”
Logan could practically smell a lie when someone told it and while it wasn't a complete falsehood, her assertion of being alright wasn't the complete truth. Had she been about to say a name? That's how that bitten off word had sounded to him. If she didn't want to talk about it, he was sure there was a good reason. Making a point to himself to ask her about that slip later, he let the issue drop. He'd gotten what he wanted, for her to acknowledge him. Yet her never seeing a man undressed? That was something new to the solider and a former lover of a daughter of Venus. Ashley, when they'd finally realized their love, had been
quite forward. He'd thought that anyone of their age would have had at least some experience, but what did he really know? He'd been a soldier first and foremost in his life.
The news that that was not the case with everyone completely surprised, Logan and he stared at her with disbelieving eyes. "R-really? You've never seen a guy with no pants?" He seemed quite oblivious to her discomfort with such salient topics. Sometimes his lack of knowledge of the normal world, as normal a world a demigod could know, showed itself in these rather obvious moments of ignorance. Logan's hands fell to his sides, before he started laughing once more and only when his laughter slowed, he pulled Ky' vie into an affectionate hug. "I really didn't know, I'm sorry. I had no idea you'd come rushing in like that, honest! It's just, I hit my head pretty hard on the corner of your dresser there... didn't think I'd need my helmet when just changing into a new set of skivvies, ya know?"
“..y-yeah; it’s not something that happens every day here… and it certainly n-never happened back home either…” It wasn’t something that she had ever had to deal with before; most guys she knew didn’t go around with their pants off- even when it came to them all going swimming together, they’d all worn things like board shorts… The sound of his laughter filling the room around them caused her cheeks to practically glow a bright red in color, the flames in her hair once more flickering about wildly in her embarrassment as she turned her head away, her arms lifting up to wrap both tightly and defensively across her chest, “Oh, nice… go ahead and laugh at the virgin…”
Her eyes widened for a moment as she felt his arms wrap around her back, her body fell into his own, her expression softening as her eyes once more lifted to gaze up into his own, her heartbeat picking up its pace within her chest causing her to pray that he wouldn’t take any notice to it; confusion flickering over her features for only a moment before disappearing once more, “I was worried that you’d hurt yourself... I should have knocked first; it was my fault, not yours…”
"Back home, where'd you live before the camp?" he asked quizzically, From the pictures he'd seen around her bedroom, it seemed she had lived at camp for a long time. And if there was one thing that he'd noticed especially, there was an extra person that had yet been named... Perhaps this was the illusive Der?
Logan's light hearted smile quickly died with another sign of his telltale ignorance. Ashley had always given him the impression that sex was a lot more common for those their age. And Ky' vie seemed older than Logan himself, not that he could tell by her appearance. It was free of wrinkles and unblemished. Now that he thought about it, her hands had none of the callouses he'd learned to expect from a child of Vulcan, or Hephaestus. What was her secret, was she a Legacy as well as a demigod, like himself? He added that to the ever growing list of questions to ask her. "Forget about me, forget about manners, what do you
mean you're a virgin?!" Logan asked incredulously, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion.
He looked down at her with renewed interest, wondering what her life had exactly been like. His had been one of homeschooling, then training, and finally learning what love was. But only in the scope of what a soldier could expect. Only with what a son of Jupiter that was destined to rise to greatness could hope to handle alongside a life as well. He knew how to kill a man with a stone from twenty paces, he could start a fire during a spring storm, and could know exactly where he was by the stars above, but was utterly clueless as to what a normal teenager lived like, what a variety of lives they could lead.
She couldn’t help but furrow her brows together as she tilted her head ever so slightly to the side- he… couldn’t tell where she was from..? From her very first day within the camp, people had been able to distinguish where it was that she had come from just due to her accent; and while they couldn’t tell just what particular state she originated, they were at least able to tell what country it was. Did that mean..? Had he… had he never heard her accent before..? Smiling softly at the thought that he had no clue as to where it was in the world that she had actually come from, she relaxed her body against his, her fists opening up until her hands were resting lightly against his bare chest, her fingers curling ever so slightly as she gave no sign that she was going to be pulling away from him any time soon, “I come from Melbourne, Victoria… it’s in Australia- I grew there with my grandparents; they took me in and raised me, you know, after mum dumped me on them and ran off to do who knows what that is.”
Slightly taken about by his sudden change in demeanor, she pulled back only just enough so that she was able to get a better look at his expression from where she stood under him, her eyes unable to hide the flicker of worry that crossed over them as she listened to the questions that were being asked of her; the red head growing slightly flustered as she tried her best to explain the answer, “W-Well, I-… I mean, me and Derek-… Uh, w-we… we never got that far in our relationship; i-it’s not like I didn’t want to go that far or anything, it-... it just never happened…”
The dawning of realization had reached Logan's expression, finally putting a name to the place her strange way of speaking came from. He shivered slightly as he fingers splayed against his chest, the light touch more than a little unnerving in a pleasant way. That question had been on his mind the whole day, Logan thinking that it was some isolated region in the States. "Australia! So that's where your accent is from!" His eyes were wide with such unprecedented knowledge. He'd have to ask more about her birthplace, he'd seen pictures on the internet and in his schooling and it looked like a dangerous place, but with a wild beauty.
Her response and obvious discomfort of the question made Logan a little guilty, but for someone to be a virgin was another oddity to him. Ashley had made sex as natural as breathing to him, as much a form of love as their sporadic gifts and long talks. For someone of Ky' vie's age to have gone without was unexpected, to say the least. Logan felt that that bit of knowledge wasn't quite.. appropriate for this moment, however. "I didn't mean to embarrass you or put you on the spot.. It just never occurred to me, I'm sorry." Logan let her pull away from him and tried to let his face reflect the worry he felt at the thought of offending her with such a personal question... but who was Derek? Logan was surprised at the intensity that he wanted to know.
Shaking her head lightly from side to side as he began to apologize to her, she involuntarily took a single step closer to him, her soft pink lips parting from one another as she did so; her body pressing closer against his own as the gap that was between them closed just that little bit more- it wasn’t that she was embarrassed about the topic… it was just something that she had never really spoken about out loud, or a subject that she really knew too much about in the first place; and that in itself made it slightly difficult for her to understand, “Logan, please don’t… there’s no need for you to apologize for being curious about something. I told you that I’d answer any question that you had for me; that just happened to be one of them…”
Lowering her gaze down from his, she stared at her hands against his chest, biting softly upon her lower lip as her thumbs brushed back and forth over his skin for a few moments before she lifted her head once again, her attention turning back to him as she shot him a small though sincere smile, “I’m just… I’ve just never really spoken about that sort of thing out loud to anyone before…”
Logan relaxed somewhat, allowing himself to fall slightly against Ky' vie. His arms encircled her, but he kept one hand in the middle of her back between her shoulder blades. As she traced circles with her fingers, he involuntarily squeezed her a bit closer. What was happening to him? "If you say so, Ky. I'll take your word on it." His smile was trusting, affectionate, and a bit confused at what exactly was happening in that cozy little cabin. In Ky's room at that. One moment, she was flustered and scared to open up, the next here she was telling him everything and not seeming to back away in the least. She was a very perplexing, but entrancing, person Logan decided.
"I've never thought to ask, if I'll be honest. My first and only was A-," but Logan paused just as Ky had just before. He knew he wasn't ready in the slightest to talk about
her at that moment, preferring to bask in the happiness of the now. "a daughter of Venus. She made.. that sort of thing," at this, Logan gave her a teasing smirk, "seem as natural as the sword to me and a wrench for you." He hoped he'd covered his slight misstep, if only so Ky wouldn't press him. He felt too warm, something he hadn't known for far too long and he wanted to keep it for as long as he could. "But if I could ask, how old are you Ky?" His own hand on her back had begun to lazily rub a small circle, his other resting comfortably on her side.
By the Gods it had been far too long since she had been held like this… wrapped up in the arms of a guy- just like she had whenever Derek had held her; she felt warm and safe, but more than that, she felt wanted… however the reason as to why she was feeling the way that she was, she wasn’t exactly quite sure of. A warmth seemed to spread throughout her body, helping her to retain the gentle red blush that tinged her cheeks with natural color, though it had nothing to do with the embarrassment that she had been feeling not moments beforehand; there was just something about him... something that had her almost reliving all of the emotions that she had first begun to feel when she had realized that she had been falling for Derek…
“Of course you can ask, Logan… I’m nineteen- and what about you..?” The soothing gesture of his hand rubbing small circles against her back caused her smile to grow, her hands hesitating for a moment before she slid them down his chest, her fingertips lightly tracing his muscles as they lowered down before they stopped completely just above his stomach, her chest now pressing up against his with no obstructions than the clothes she was wearing, “If you don’t mind me asking that is…”
What the hell did Ky think was going to happen with her hands trailing down his chest, stopping short of his abdomen? He shivered with a familiar feeling of lust, but he quashed that impulse and quashed it
hard. Their friendship, or whatever this was, was new and Logan didn't want baser instincts getting in the way. But by the gods was she just not aware? He chuckled deeply at her tentative tone. They were in Ky's bedroom and he still without a shirt and she asked if he minded a question that he'd just asked himself? Maybe she had had less experience with the opposite sex than even he. His heart had nearly skipped a beat at the intimate contact.
"Of course not, I'm seventeen, but my birthday is in two months," Logan replied comfortably. He almost fidgeted under her touch, her fingers very close to his sides which were ticklish. This was a closely guarded secret of Logan's and one he was loathe to admit to. Ky was most certainly one that would capitalize on this weakness much to his suffering and her entertainment. His own arms slid downwards, on her mid-back, and he lowered his head until his forehead rested atop hers. "It's a week shy of Halloween, actually, although I've never been the biggest fan of the holiday." He thought of one particularly fond memory, when Ashley had made him dress up as Batman and she Cat Woman. His time with Ky had him focusing on such positive moments of his life when all he'd been able to think of was their last days together... Logan's guilt came back with a vengeance as Ashley's face popped behind his closed eyes. Her ghost never seemed to leave him, or perhaps he couldn't let go? The demigod was beginning to wonder if life, or fate, had other plans.
“..a week shy of Halloween…” A thoughtful expression seemed to cross over her features as she seemed to commit that small bit of information to memory, her thumbs never once stopping in their tracks as they continued to brush back and forth over the top of his stomach, the both of them following the line of his more prominent muscles- she wasn’t going to lie, she had always had a thing for guys with abs, it was one of the many things that she had grown up with; both within the camp, and living in Australia, “..I’ll be sure to keep that in mind- not to mention that I’ll also be sure to definitely start working on something that I hope you’ll like…”
Chuckling softly to herself for a moment as her mind began to work overtime, a million and one ideas for his present seemingly running through it at once, she twisted her hands only slightly over his stomach, her fingers lightly curling around his sides as she continued to gaze up into his eyes… his beautiful light steel blue eyes… so different from the dark brown ones that she had gone and fallen in love with oh so long ago… “Oh..? Actually Halloween here in the camp is a real treat for us all; it’s the one day a year that Erin is actually happy- and I mean noticeably so too. She gets up early and decorates the whole camp by herself; you walk out your cabin and it’s like you’ve walked straight into her father's domain… she’s also in that good of a mood, that if you ask her to, she’ll summon the spirits of people who have passed onto the Underworld…”
Logan's nostrils flared as Ky' vie stoked a fire that even she was not knowledgeable of. Why couldn't she keep those infernal thumbs to herself?! He was finding it increasingly more difficult not to misconstrue the affectionate gesture, even knowing of her inexperience. His hand unconsciously lowered its hold, now residing at her lower back and splayed as far as his large hand could go. Their proximity was slowly increasing, unbeknownst to either. Her scent filled his nostrils, so fragrant he could've sworn she wore perfume. "I did say that, yes.. why, what's going on in that head of yours?"
The mention of summoning spirits of the Underworld was akin to a bucket of ice water to the demigod, however. Did Ky' vie mean that Erin could actually let him talk to Ashley, one last time? It allowed his to focus on their conversation, rather than the physical sensations that had begun to dominate his higher thinking. "That sounds wonderful, but how exactly does she summon spirits? I always thought Hades was a greedy god, loathe to let any spirits go?" In truth, Logan had only a passing knowledge of the Greek gods, another reason he had sought to transfer to the camp.
Yet, he couldn't linger long on the thought of tragedies past, with Ky' vie holding his gaze. Whether he wanted it to happen or not, she was someone not to be ignored or neglected by daydreams.
“Ah, you see… if I went ahead, and I told you what’s going on in my mind; then it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, and that’s the whole point of a present, isn’t it..?” Tightening the grip she had over his sides only slightly, the corners of her lips turned up, her once warm smile twisting into a playful smirk at the thought of being able to keep at least one secret from him; even if it was both about and for him in the long run, “But I guess I can tell you that I haven’t narrowed it down to a single idea yet- there are many different plans floating about up there… so you’re just going to have to wait until your birthday to find out just what it is…”
The gentle sound of her chuckle filled the air around them as she shrugged her shoulders lightly at his questions- she wasn’t exactly sure
how the princess of the Underworld managed to summon the dead back, but there was one or two things she had picked up over the years since Erin had learnt how to do so, “I’m not quite sure of the details myself… but I do know that they need some sort of offering from us; and last year, Erin did mention something about happy meals from macca’s being the more favored among the dead. As for Hades… well, I don’t think he minds too much because it’s his darling daughter who’s doing it… I mean, there’s never really been any problems with her doing it in the past.”
Logan's brow furrowed in perplexity at her answer. He'd never celebrated his birthday and it passed nearly every year much the same. He just kept it in mind as a reminder that he was yet another year older. Another year he'd survived. He smiled at her teasing tone and her mysterious side was yet another new experience he was growing to enjoy more and more. Never had a woman kept him guessing like this. Logan took a step forward and Ky' vie's back rested against the wall near the door frame. "What if I wanted to know now, hmm? I don't like surprises as much and I've never received a present.."
Her laugh was intoxicating, her slightly raspy voice lending it a unique quality that left a man wanting to hear it again. "McDonald's really? Never thought a corpse would like junk food.." Yet even as Logan spoke the thought, further words slipped from his mind. He looked down at her now, staring into her eyes. But his focus drifted ever so slowly downwards, until they met her lips. They looked so soft and inviting... "How about, I choose my present? And I really can't wait." His right hand came up, enveloping her jaw and cheek and tilting up just so. His gaze flickered between her mouth and her eyes, until he closed his own and started to lean towards her, to kiss her. It was almost magnetic, like Logan couldn't resist the pull.
It was like every single one of his previous words were lost to her completely- all she could see was him; all she could hear were the last five words that left his lips…
’And I really can’t wait’… The words played over and over within her mind like a recording stuck on repeat, and even if she wanted to, she couldn’t turn it off. Heart fluttering wildly within her chest as she watched him draw closer into her, she closed her eyes slowly, her back pressing up against the wall and her grip over his sides never once wavering as she drew him ever closer into her- for the love of Aphrodite, this was it… she couldn’t resist him; it was like two ends of a magnet and no matter how hard you tried to keep them apart, they just seemed to be drawn together…
“Ooo..! Popcorn..! You know I knew I was forgetting something… You know what; lemmie just go and set up my gear! Yeah; I’ll put on some romantic music, dim the lights for you, maybe set out a few candles even…” Not even caring that she was interrupting the both of them, Arianna chuckled softly to herself as she continued to think up different ways to try and ‘help’ make the situation better than it actually was- the blondes bright smile never once leaving her features as she continued to watch the pair of them from the other side of the bedroom door, her body practically bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet as she looked from one to the other in her excitement for the pair, her free hand coming up from where she had it resting by her side so that she could adjust the set of headphones that was hanging lazily around her neck.
“Won’t even take me a few moments guys- and totally guys, you like won’t even know that I’m here..! We can just close the door- you go ahead with your bad selves and do what y'all wanna do, an’ I’m just gunna chill out here and do what I do best.” Leaning in through the doorway, Arianna reached out and took a hold of the doorknob, winking at the both of them before she pulled it closed, waiting for the obvious ‘click’ before she turned and began to wander over to where she had left all her things in the living area, her head bobbing up and down to the beat of the music that could be heard coming from the headphones she wore.
The hand splayed against her lower back had pressed her body insistently against his own. As they got closer, Logan's need had grown to nearly immeasurable levels. He'd never known this amount of anticipation, of
yearning he felt at this moment. His world had become this one moment and seemed to slow accordingly. He was painstakingly aware of the rapid beat of his heart hammering against Ky's own, oddly in sync. There was no space between the two as Logan tried his best not to let base instincts to rush this exquisite encounter...
Logan was momentarily shocked, not quite comprehending the bubbly girl's words, he didn't even know who she was! Just as he was about to press his lips against Ky's the blonde had popped up without him ever suspecting. That in itself was a feat, Logan always being vigilant... Perhaps he'd been too engrossed in what was about to happen? The girl, after some comment about music and closed doors left, leaving the two of them alone.
That didn't deter him however and turned back to Ky the moment surprise had left him and allowed movement. He fairly crushed his lips against her, relishing in her taste. It was almost electric when he finally kissed her and his arm against her lower back slid and tightened until there was no more space. His body pressed hers against the wall as he came flush against Ky. Logan simply couldn't get enough, his gentle caress of her face becoming an insistent hold. After a few breathless moments, he finally disengaged and rested his head against hers, slightly breathless and his heart still pounding like mad. "Who.. the fuck.. was that?!" he asked incredulously and airily, still trying to catch his breath. His hand slid from her face to intertwine in her hair near the nape of neck, taking the silky yet strong strands in hand.
To say that she wasn’t caught off guard by sudden appearance of the camps resident DJ in her bedroom would have been a complete and utter lie; the very thought of being caught in such an intimate position with a guy she barely knew causing her cheeks to turn a bright red, almost matching that of her hair which had once more caught alight, the flames becoming wilder and almost seemingly out of control the moment that the door to her room closed, and his lips came down upon her own. She had never before in her life felt anything quite like this… His lips against her own just felt so right… so normal… by the Gods, she had never once before tasted anything so addicting- his lips were like alcohol; like a drug, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to get enough of them…
Sliding her hands slowly up over his stomach… his chest… his shoulders… she wrapped them both tightly around his neck, her body shifting only slightly against his own before she pulled herself even closer against him, the sudden intimacy between them causing her breasts to press flush up against his chest, the action causing them to look even bigger than they actually were as she did all that she could to make the moment last as long as she possibly could; a soft groan of reluctance and slight disappointment slipping out through her lips as she felt him pull himself away from her after what felt like a lifetime, taking her time to open her eyes and to catch her breath once more before eventually answering his question, “That… that would be our camps resident DJ and nut-girl… her name is Arianna Watson; she’s Dionysus’ daughter… and she’s councilor of that cabin…”
"I see... she has terrible timing." Logan asserted, with characteristic understatement. He rested his forehead against hers for just a moment, before cupping her face and looking deeply into her eyes, to gauge her feelings. He himself was confused and fairly torn. Until today, his one true soul mate had been his late love. Now the horizons had widened and he saw the potential for a brighter future than he'd ever had before. His gray-blue eyes were opened to the wide picture that was the future. This was uncharted territory for him, completely new grounds. He hadn't been equipped for battles of the heart, after all. He let out a shaky breath and wondered what was going through that mind of cogs and gears. His breathing seemed heavy, not from exertion, but anxiety. Never had he cared about another's opinion as he did this girl's.
"So... how'd you feel about that? I mean, me kissing you? I hope I wasn't out of line, but it just felt right... ya know?" Logan seemed like he was insecure, unsure whether or not he'd be rejected or accepted at this particular juncture in their new friendship. Or whatever it had evolved to in this most recent turn of events. He silently thanked the gods for cracking his skull on that damnable dresser and making this opportunity possible. Yet, it was odd, how quickly he connected with Ky' vie and how deep this new bond ran. His thumbs stroked the satin that was her skin as he kept his eyes closed. He didn't want to see a look of confusion, anger, or even mere platonic friendship reflected back after baring the truth that was in his soul to himself. And soon her.
“Y-Yeah… it happens more often than you think…” Her words trailed off into nothing as she felt the gentle and warming touch of his palm against her skin, caressing her cheek almost tenderly, though she could see it in his eyes… the reluctance, and the confusion… he was questioning just what was going on between the both of them; but yet there was no sign of regret behind his beautiful grey-blue eyes. There was nothing- no clues that he thought the kiss between them had been a mistake of some kind. The very thought that he might have like it causing the corners of her lips to turn up in a small and rather shy smile; one that she hadn’t worn in what felt like a lifetime. How long had it been since someone had made her feel like he did? How long had it been since someone had made her blush red, or become flustered… or had even managed to get her to open up in such a short period of time like he had just done..? Derek had made her feel something like she was special- Logan… Logan made her feel something that she had never before in her life felt…
Scrunching her face up ever so slightly in confusion to his words, she relaxed one of her arms from around the back of his neck before she slid her hand around to lightly caress his cheek, her heart seeming to beat faster than ever before within her chest as she brushed her thumb back and forth over the skin just under his eye; doing what she could to read the expression crossed over his features, though unable to see the emotion behind his now closed eyes, “It wasn’t out of line, Logan… not when I was kinda hoping that you would… and-… and I know what you mean; about it feeling right. I don’t know what it is about you, but you just makes it feel right…”
The guilt was the only thing keeping him back, Logan knew. With a certain concrete awareness, he accepted that his feelings about the past were his worst enemy. He'd run away from confronting those memories. With every avoided stare, every dismissed attempt at conversation, and running away from his home, Camp Jupiter. Truly, Logan was a man without a cause and that made him feel so very weak. What was a soldier without an empire, a cause to fight for? He was less than the shell of a man, first killing his own love, and now losing his first true home. What could he offer this Camp Half-blood, that turned good men to layabouts and tricksters? How could this place be so undisciplined, unscrupled, yet still train kids to survive into their adulthood? Logan couldn't see it, that strength of will in the Grecian's that hid just under the surface of their playful demeanor.
He opened his eyes again, which held a naked pain. Ashley's face had swam before his vision and not for the first time. However, this spell wasn't accompanied by the terror, the blood, but an accepting smile and a feeling of warmth and wistfulness. It had felt like... goodbye. Logan didn't allow himself the luxury of believing that, even though it was obvious he held the blessing of a favored child of Venus, who in turn had given her own blessing upon Logan. The goddess had known her gift to be a two-edged sword, for Ky' vie's own luck with divinities was less than enviable. And she had a feeling that these two needed each other, to get through the times ahead. Logan deserved another shot at true love, as did Ky' vie, and they both needed to survive to have that come to fruition. Venus wouldn't make it the easiest, but it would be a relationship all the more worthwhile because of it. "She needs to learn to knock," he joked. "I'm glad to hear it, because I feel the same, Ky. There's something about you that just feels like... home. And so much more than even that word contains. And I've been thinking about kissing you since seeing your perky little ass bent over your bike..." The last was given with a playful smirk, mirth and an odd longing haunting his expression.
“Heh… I’ve never been thought of like that before; been compared to home. But I think I know what you mean… you’re just so easy to talk to; so easy to open up to, and so comfortable to be around- I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s just something about you, Logan…” Falling back into a comfortable silence for what but a few moments as she continued to let the pad of her thumb brush back and forth over his skin, she tilted her head lightly to the side before letting her hand drop down to rest comfortably over his chest, her metallic silvery-blue orbs flicking down to watch her fingers curl ever so slightly before her gaze lifted back up to meet with his once more; her smile seeming to grow slightly at his words as the amused and playful glint returned back to her eyes.
“Well; this perky little ass isn’t for everyone… I can assure you of that.” Relaxing the grip that her arm held around the back of his neck, she kept the close intimacy that they had managed to create between the both of them, not showing any sign that she was going to be moving any time soon- it felt good to be held again… even with the guilt that gnawed at her insides at the thought of her heart belonging to another guy, “You see… the last person who tried to tried to get close, got a permanent and rather smoky reminder of his place; but then, if you play with fire… you’re likely to get burnt…”
"I don't have fond memories of the one I've left behind.. I thought making new ones would be much easier than forgetting," Logan answered honestly, shrugging a little. He took heart in her words, as she seemed to say exactly what he was feeling. She couldn't know that Logan's guilt nearly outweighed her own, with the grips of his love for Ashley telling him that he was shaming her memory by being with anyone else. Would she have understood his need to move on, or condemn her killer for forgetting his duty of blame? Logan wasn't sure, but he had to believe that he had been meant to come to this camp for a reason, that it all had a purpose in the grand scheme of the gods. "I feel the same way, it's almost scary..." She must have felt the rapid beat of his heart, her hand lightly settling over his chest. His eyes closed, until he heard the playfulness in her tone.
"That's good to hear... I'd hate to have beat off the suitors with a stick." Logan's eyebrow raised, wondering if perhaps Ky' vie had another interest here at the camp. He'd only just got here, he'd no idea the true relationships between the campers that had known each other for most of their natural lives! Logan could only hope he wasn't setting himself up for disaster... What had Ashley used to say?
"Love is all about risks, big boy. You can't win a battle without making a few sacrifices, right, soldier-boy?" Logan let that piece of advice fuel his courage for the present. "I think I can handle the risks, Ky... The reward far outweighs the consequences..." Logan felt himself wanting to kiss her again, but didn't want to rock the boat, so to speak. This was new and fragile and should be taken with care. Steady as she goes... Logan gave her a lopsided grin as he pulled away, zipping his jeans and doing the button clasp, before slipping on a fresh purple Camp Jupiter shirt. He fell onto the bed, pulling out a fresh ball of socks to slip on his feet. "So, what can I do to help get this shindig going? It may be my welcoming party, but I want to lend a hand." His eyes showed sincerity and an eagerness to be involved.
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