Starting with the goblin extermination

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone drank several more.

Although Lily didn't drink, she ate with exceptional enjoyment. Especially the wild boar ribs that Logan ordered, which were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, were so delicious that this little girl, who was used to a hard life, squinted her eyes.

"Brother Logan...this is so delicious!" Lily said as she and Papa fought over the last piece of rib.

Seeing her satisfied expression, Logan's heart softened, and he simply ordered another large plate.

He spent a gold coin on food just tonight. But seeing Lily and Elsa enjoying their meal, and Baron and Papa laughing and joking around, he felt the money was well spent.

Elsa drank quite a bit too. After a few glasses of berry wine, two rosy blushes appeared on her usually aloof face. Her translucent skin was tinged with a rosy hue, like white ivory soaked in fruit wine, making one want to take a bite.

Logan didn't challenge Thorin to a drinking contest this time. He had learned his lesson after his previous encounter with the old dwarf.

After all, he still has children and a woman to take care of; he can't get so drunk that he crawls under the table.

The night grew deeper.

Thorin and Papa eventually helped the completely drunk Baron stagger out of the tavern.

Logan carried the sleeping Lily on his back, while Elsa held his other hand tightly as they walked towards the cabin in the West End.

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the lingering courage she had mustered earlier, Elsa remained quiet throughout the journey.

She simply held Logan's fingers tightly, her entire body practically glued to his arm. The overwhelming, soft touch made Logan's heart flutter.

It's chubby.

He already knew Elsa was well hidden.

Beneath that gray cloak lay a far more voluptuous figure than most, yet when she pressed herself against him so unguardedly, Logan couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

After all, he's not a saint.

The bond between the two may have already become unbreakable. The next step is only a matter of time.

Back home, Logan gently settled Lily into bed and carefully covered her with a blanket.

The little girl tugged at Logan's finger, smacking her lips, seemingly still savoring the memory of dinner.

Logan turned around and saw Elsa standing there with her head down, her face flushed. Was it from drinking, or was there another reason?

Perhaps both.

Logan said softly, "You're drunk, you should get some rest."

He was actually going through a lot of internal struggle.

Elsa's blushing face was so adorable. He recalled that innocent kiss on this very bed.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist taking a bite, but Elsa had been drinking.

He didn't want to take advantage of someone's misfortune.

Just as Logan was about to leave, Elsa suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Logan turned around.

The next second, the girl threw herself into his arms and gently cupped his face in her hands.

"I'm not drunk..." she whispered, her voice soft with the aftereffects of alcohol, her hot, sweet and sour breath carrying the scent of wine onto his face, "Logan..."

Her lips brushed lightly across his, and she extended her tongue to gently touch his lips.

Logan could hear the soft gurgling sounds coming from her throat as her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him.

Immediately afterwards, Elsa pressed her lips against his and forcefully pushed him out of the room.

boom.

Lily's door was closed behind her.

Logan was pushed back a few steps, his lower back slamming heavily against the dining table in the living room, causing the cabinet next to him to make a loud noise.

The heat surged downwards instantly, as solid as a rock.

He looked into Elsa's eyes.

Those icy blue eyes still sparkled like jewels, but were now glistening with moisture.

Logan's most vulnerable spot was touched.

His hands slowly wrapped around Elsa's soft body.

They were bound to get to this point sooner or later.

Why not now?

a long time.

Elsa gasped for breath, opened her mouth, and looked up into Logan's eyes.

"I'm not that kind of casual girl."

"I know."

Logan reached out and gently stroked her slightly disheveled hair, recalling her cold demeanor when he first met her, her bloodied appearance after being injured, and her shy expression after being kissed.

The two of them have long been inseparable.

"No matter how many women you have in the future."

Elsa suddenly pecked his lips with her teeth, almost painfully, and the bite became increasingly severe, as if she were venting her dissatisfaction.

I will always be by your side.

"Never to be apart?"

"Never to be apart."

"It seems I've been entangled with a formidable person."

Logan chuckled softly, his eyes burning with barely suppressed fervor.

"From the day you saved me, you should have known this day would come," Elsa smiled.

......

At first, the inexperienced Elsa could only passively comply.

But as time went on...

The two gradually became evenly matched.

Logan first had the idea of ​​improving his attributes.

With each movement, her head would gently bump against the table, his skin would touch the back of her thighs, and finally even his belt would rub against the floor.

The lights in the living room had long been turned off, with only moonlight streaming in through the window.

The shadow was cast on the ground.

The table legs emitted a dull, angry protest, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Behind Lily's bedroom door, those eyes, already awake, quietly opened, then quickly closed shyly again, only to open once more...

The two changed battlefields in a drunken stupor.

The moonlight still streamed into the living room, but they had now turned their attention to tormenting the flimsy wooden bed in Logan's room...

......

As dawn breaks, the chirping of early birds drifts in from outside the window.

The room finally quieted down.

Elsa buried her face in Logan's neck, beads of sweat sliding down her fair cheeks.

Her every breath brushed gently against Logan's skin, as alluring as a feather.

Logan gently stroked her hair, his movements slow.

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Elsa finally raised her head, her icy blue eyes still glistening with tears.

Her ear tips were so red they were almost transparent, but she stubbornly refused to look away.

"Was I too forward?"

Her voice was low and tinged with shyness, a stark contrast to her usual cold demeanor.

Logan chuckled softly and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"No, I like it very much."

He gently rubbed her head with his palm.

"But next time... let me take the initiative first, okay?"

Elsa's face turned even redder instantly. She bit her lower lip, seemingly wanting to retort, but only managed to utter a soft nasal sound.

Then she buried her face back in his chest, refusing to look up like an ostrich.

Logan silently pulled the blanket up.

"Does it hurt?"

"...A little, but...I want it."

Logan's heart softened, and he tightened his arms to hold her even closer.

"And now?"

Elsa's body trembled slightly, and she gently twisted her small hand on Logan's body.

"...Bad guy."

Soft golden sunlight streamed into the room and shone on the blankets.

After a long while, Elsa murmured softly, in a voice almost inaudible:

"Logan... I'm not talking nonsense. No matter what happens in the future, I will be by your side. We will never be apart."

Logan's Adam's apple bobbed, he kissed the top of her head, and said earnestly:

Me too.

Elsa sighed contentedly and nestled in his arms.

Her fingers gently traced circles on his chest, and the room returned to silence.

a long time.

She suddenly muttered something under her breath.

"...It seems we broke the table legs."

Logan paused for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Then let's buy another one," he kissed her earlobe, "Anyway... we'll need it for many more things in the future."

Elsa blushed and lightly punched his chest, but did not refute him.

The two embraced silently, neither of them speaking.