Home Break In

Pamela didn't know what to think, was this how sex was supposed to be? Her former experience was all about pleasing her partner and accepting the little pleasure she received by doing so as normal. 

 If this was how sex truly felt, then she could finally see how some women could become addicted to it. She was anxious for more, but the numbness of her waist made her aware she needed rest from that for now. 

 "That was amazing Logan. You have made any previous sexual experience seem bland and boring."

 Logan smiled at her in his arms, pulled her closer to him, and kissed her lips. "This was just a basic session, my dear Ivy. Under normal circumstances, this would just be the first of multiple rounds in an evening. But I do not want to break you the first time we have sex, I will enjoy widening your world in this aspect as we go."

 Pamela felt her nipples get hard as she registered his words. {This feeling, x 3. Dear God!}

 "Now, my dear. While we recover, would you like to explain your question about children? I don't believe that it is a random idea you brought up for no reason."

 Pam sat up and started stretching her tight muscles, especially her legs. "I think it would be better if I showed you back at my place. I don't imagine you have the information about the Botanical Garden on you, do you?"

 Mesmerized by Pam's movement and the soft swaying of her breasts it takes a moment for her question to register. "No, it's at my place in the recycle yard." He felt heat build in both his face and his waist. He had to tear his eyes away from the erotic scene in front of him or lose himself in her embrace and risk hurting her. 

 "We need to grab it on our way to my house. I have an old roommate coming by tonight to help us come up with a plan to enter the facility."

 "That's fine by me, but you better get some clothes on. I can only stand so much temptation." Logan grabbed her pants from the spot where he discarded them. 

 Pam smiled as she took her pants from Logan. She again felt how different this man was from Jason Woodrow her ex-partner. After using her he would dismiss her until there was a need for something again, whether it be work-related or his pleasure.

 She liked tempting Logan, his reactions made her feel, feel... She didn't know what word to use but she liked it. She playfully slid her panties on, shaking her ass in his direction as she adjusted them. When she bent over to pull up her pants, she saw the burning look in Logan's eyes and gave him a wink.

 "Woman you know not the forces you are playing with. I only have so much self-control here."

 Pam stood up as she buttoned her pants and laughed. "Just putting a down payment on the tuition for the advanced sessions you told me about." She walked over and grabbed her tube-top shirt and slid it on. Then as she adjusted her ponytail, she commanded the plants that made the room return to normal.

 Logan returned to his clothed appearance and did a little stretching of his own. 

 Pam looks at Logan as he clothed himself. "Your ability to make clothing is the envy of women everywhere. But I am curious, can you remove it from your body?"

 "Actually, I can." Logan proved this by taking his shirt off the normal way. But after about 10 hours separated from my body, it will quickly dissolve into powder. Unless I want it to do so more quickly. It has no pain receptors, so I don't feel it any more than normal clothes, I just have a connection to it that allows me to manipulate it at will." 

 "As I said, every woman's dream."

 Logan reached his hand out to her and clasped it as they walked towards their bikes and the waiting world beyond. 

 Noticing that the sun was nearly down Pamela asked in a small voice, "Umm how long was I passed out?"

 "About half an hour, I think?" Logan hadn't minded her sleeping next to him, it gave him time to use his rejuvenated mental strength to increase the size of his defensive forest by another acre. 

 Pam blushed almost as red as her hair. "Oh My God Logan, what did you do to me?"

 Logan smiled at her, "You told me the answer to that when you woke up, my dear."

 "But three and a half hours?"

 Logan brought her hand up to his lips, "Just because I was being soft with you doesn't mean I had to shorten the pleasure."

 They held hands until they got to their bikes. Logan was happy there was no one waiting for them this time. He wanted to keep this park memory pure in his head. Pamela put her jacket on and when she was ready Logan started his bike and led the way to the salvage yard. 

 Once there, he went inside and grabbed the thumb drive, then went back outside to follow Pam home. They parked their bikes and locked them up, you can never be too careful in Gotham. 

 As they rode the old service elevator up to her loft, Pamela started getting more and more nervous. "Umm... Don't have too big of a reaction when you see them, they are only two days old and still imprinting stuff on their brains. I think."

 Logan chuckled, "You think?"

 "Well, it's not like there is a book on this stuff and... Wait. Something is wrong." Pamela went into full defensive mode as she lifted the elevator gate. The place was a mess, plant remains, and pot shards were everywhere along with broken glass and some blood. Pam feared the worst and charged into the room. 

 Logan followed her in sweeping the area with his mind. He felt fear and hunger from a large purple plant. It appeared to have something inside it. 

 "Hazel? Rose? I'm Home, where are you?" At her voice, the large purple plant opened to reveal two baby girls. The blond baby was crying but the dark-haired child was looking around warily. 

-(Image of Hazel and Rose Insert here)-

 "Thank goodness you are safe." She collected both babies in her arms and started to look around at the mess. "Looks like my security put up a good fight."

 Logan quickly jumped into the air and changed into his Owl shape, then flew straight up and out the shattered window and began to circle the building to see if anyone or anything was in the vicinity. Not that he knew what he was looking for, so he kept his eyes out for anything odd. 

 Once done, he returned to Pamela's loft and resumed his human shape. "I don't see anything out there Pam, but it could have gone into the water before I got in the air. Is everybody ok here?"

 Pam was whispering soothing words to the babies in her arms. "Yes, they don't appear to be hurt. But they are sending me visions of a large creature with claws and huge teeth over The Green. It's all very confusing."

 She began to bounce them in her arms and continue with her soothing words.

 Morph appeared on his shoulder and looked questioningly at the... Baby's Pam was holding. Logan could feel it also, they were not of The Red, not human or anything seen before. 

 While Pam was comforting the children, Logan began cleaning up the mess. All this glass on the floor would be terrible for the little crawlers. As he moved around, he occasionally passed Pam and when he did, the darker child followed him with her eyes. 

 She had a questioning look in them. He did what any grown man would do under the scrutinization of a baby, Logan made funny faces. He even poked her cheeks a time or two, this made her smile a big toothless grin. 

 Pam went to set the children down, "Not until I get all this glass up off the ground Pam, we don't want them getting hurt."

 She smiled and felt her pulse race at Logan's show of concern. She went and sat on a nearby couch and kept the babies with her as Logan cleaned up. As Pam watched Logan, she noticed a slim tendril of Morph approaching Rose.

 Hazel had also noticed it and was staring intently at it as the tendril approached her sister. Morph was being very cautious, though Pam wasn't sure if it was because he was afraid to hurt or be hurt. Slowly Morph stretched his body up to the cushion level and peeked an eye over it. 

 Looking at Rose, he barely touched her with his tendril and pulled back, waiting for a reaction. Rose just looked around but didn't see anything so resumed playing with a button on the couch. Hazel, however, was crawling towards where Morph had been. 

 Pam, from her higher vantage point, could see Morph had moved along the bottom of the couch to behind Hazel and her explorative eyes and poked his head up. Again, he slowly put out a tendril and touched Hazel this time before pulling back.

 Hazel stopped and looked in the direction of the feeling had come from. This time a tendril came from right next to her, but she was too busy looking in the distance to see it. This time when Morph poked her, and retreated Pam could hear a laughing sound coming from below the couch. 

 Hazel gave out a frustrated wail. Hearing this, Morph poked his head up and looked at Hazel, letting her see him. This also caught Rose's attention, so she moved beside her sister. Pam watched the scene in fascination as Morph reached out and touched both of them before disappearing back below their sight level, giggling. 

 This began a game where lots of frustrated wails and giggling were the prize. Morph would wait until their patience was worn thin, and then allow himself to be caught for a moment, but then he would escape and start the game all over again.