The room remained peaceful as the first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains.

Logan slowly opened his eyes.

For a few moments, he simply lay there, enjoying the rare calm.

The weight resting against his chest immediately drew his attention downward.

Daenerys was still asleep.

Her dark hair spilled across his shoulder, and her expression, usually so composed and confident, looked surprisingly soft in sleep.

A small smile tugged at Logan’s lips.

Seeing her like this felt different.

Comfortable.

Safe.

He brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face.

The simple gesture was enough to stir her awake.

Her violet eyes blinked open lazily before settling on him.

"Good morning," Logan said quietly.

Daenerys studied him for a moment before a faint smile appeared.

"Good morning."

She stretched lazily before settling back against him.

"How was your night?"

"It was quite relaxing." Logan commented, standing up.

Daenerys stared at him, then gently tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled.

"Shouldn’t you thank me?" her gesture caused the duvet to slightly dip low, revealing a bit of her creamy cleavage.

Logan changed the topic immediately.

"Has your origin ability completed its upgrade?"

He still couldnt feel any change within himself so he was curious.

Would it really be upgraded.

Daenerys shook her head gently.

"I can feel its in its final stages though"

Logan’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then he smilled.

"That’s good." He was already completely naked from the events o fthe previous night so with even light steps, he walked into the bathroom to prepare for school.

A mischeavious expression appeared on daenerys’ face as she thought of something.

With a grin, she quickly tossed the blanket out of her body, and followed behind logan.

Logan stepped under the dry showerhead.

Before he could reach the water valve, a slender figure embraced him from behind.

Twin mounds of soft flesh pressed flush against his back. Daenerys reached around his waist.

Her bare hands traced a slow, agonizingly teasing path down his abdomen.

"Need help washing up?" she whispered directly against his ear. Her warm breath sent a visible shiver rippling down his spine.

Logan’s breath caught at the feel of her palms gliding down his stomach, nails grazing the trail of hair below his navel. He didn’t turn, not yet. Let her play.

"I might need help," he said, voice low, roughened by the morning. "You volunteering?"

Her laugh ghosted against his ear. "I’m already here, aren’t I?"

She pressed her bare body flush against his back, breasts flattening against his shoulder blades, nipples stiff from the cool air. Her fingers traced back up, dragging across his ribs, then over his chest, painting invisible patterns across his skin. She circled his nipples with her thumbs, featherlight, before sliding her hands down again.

This time, she didn’t stop at his waist. Her fingers curled around his hips, then slipped lower, grazing the base of his cock. Not grasping—just teasing, the barest contact, enough to make him twitch.

"Eager this morning," she murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"I’m always eager around you."

She grinned against his skin. One hand slid around to his stomach, splaying flat, while the other wrapped around his shaft—slowly, deliberately, her palm slick with moisture from the humid air. She gave a single, languid stroke, from root to tip, thumb circling the head.

Logan’s hips bucked into her grip instinctively. She squeezed, once, in response, then released.

"Patience," she purred. "I haven’t even started washing."

She stepped around him, her body sliding against his side. The movement brought her pussy flush against his thigh for a brief moment—wet heat, her arousalLogan’s breath caught in his throat as her breath ghosted across his ear, her fingers still splayed across his stomach. He stood frozen under the dry showerhead, muscles taut, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. Her breasts pressed firmly against his back, nipples hard through the cool bathroom air.

"Help, huh?" His voice came out rougher than intended.

Daenerys hummed against his skin, her lips brushing the shell of his ear before she pulled back just enough to reach around him and twist the water valve. Cold water sputtered, then warmed, cascading over them both. Steam began to rise, fogging the mirror and filling the space with a humid warmth.

"That’s better," she murmured, her hands now slick with water as they glided across his shoulders. She worked a dollop of body wash between her palms, then pressed them flat against his back. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, spreading lather across his shoulder blades, down his spine, over the curve of his ass.

She didn’t skip an inch. Her nails grazed the cleft between his cheeks, making his hips twitch forward involuntarily.

"Easy," she whispered, a smile evident in her voice. "We’re just washing."

He turned his head to glance at her over his shoulder. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark hair plastered to her skull, water streaming over the swell of her breasts. She bit her lower lip as her hands slid around his waist, across his hips, finally—finally—wrapping around his cock.

Her fingers closed.

Logan’s breath caught at her whispered words, the warmth of her body pressing into him from behind. He didn’t move, letting her hands roam, savoring the electric tension that built between them. The cool air of the bathroom kissed his damp skin, but her touch burned hotter with every inch of his stomach she traced.

"Depends on how thorough you plan to be," he said, voice rough, a hint of a smile in his tone.

Daenerys chuckled softly against his spine. Her fingers dipped lower, skating just above the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin without quite touching. Then they retreated, tracing back up his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

"Turn around," she murmured, her lips brushing his shoulder blade.

He obeyed, shifting under the dry showerhead to face her. Water was still off, but the steam from their shared body heat already clung to the air. Her violet eyes glittered with mischief, dark hair slightly tousled from sleep, droplets of moisture from their previous night still clinging to her lashes.

She reached past him and twisted the valve. Cool water sputtered, then warmed, cascading over them both in a gentle curtain. Daenerys tilted her face up into the spray, letting it slick her hair back, then shook her head lightly like a cat. Droplets flew, catching the morning light.

"Wash your back first," she said, stepping closer until her nipples brushed his chest. She picked up the soap bar from the ledge, worked it between her palms until white foam appeared, then pressed her slick hands against his shoulders.

Slowly, she spread the lather across his chest, down his arms, over his stomach, every motion deliberate and unhurried. Her fingers traced the lines of muscle, dipped into the hollows between his ribs, circled his navel. She avoided his cock, though it stood hard and eager, brushing against her hip with every movement.

"Lean forward a little," she instructed, voice soft but commanding.

He braced one hand against the tile wall. Her palms smoothed down his back, nails lightly raking the soap into his skin. She kneaded the tight spots between his shoulder blades, then slid lower, cupping his ass cheeks firmly before slipping between his thighs.

"Mm, you’re tense here too," she murmured, her fingers grazing his perineum, not quite reaching his balls. She squeezed once, then pulled away.

"Your turn." She turned under the spray, presenting her back to him, glancing over her shoulder with a coy smile. "Be thorough."

Logan’s hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him. His cock pressed into the small of her back as he took the soap and lathered his palms. He started at her shoulders, working the lather down her spine, around her ribs, skimming the sides of her breasts without touching the nipples. She arched into his hands, a soft hum of approval escaping her lips.

He dipped lower, cupping her ass, spreading the soap over each cheek before letting his fingers trail down the cleft. Daenerys gasped softly as his thumb brushed her entrance, teasing, spreading the suds there too.

"Patience," she breathed, reaching back to grip his wrist. "I said thorough—not rushed."

She turned in his arms, water streaming over them both. Her hands found his cock, slick with soap and water, and she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Stroking slowly, deliberately, she looked up at him through wet lashes.

"Now. Let me show you how I like to wash a man who takes such good care of me."

Author’s note: Sorry for the extra smut. I’m trying to deepen their relationships. I hope you can understand. In the meantime. There will be a mass release next month, likely in the first or second week. Also, 3 Chapters tomorrow. And the Chapters are... well, quite interesting... I’d advise you all to look forward to it.