#AngelaXLogan

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These Violent Delights

Type: Westworld Fanfic Wordcount: 3885 Pair: AngelaXLogan Warnings: Smut included Summary: Chapter One -  Angela meets Logan, her first outside Guest, at the Investment party thrown to persuade him to Invest in the funding for WestWorld. She’s chosen to bait him into doing so but there’s something about this Guest that’s rather intriguing to her as well. Is he the spark to her sentience?

A multi-chapter fanfic that reveals more story to Angela and her draw to the first guest she encounters, Logan Delos. Creative liberties have been taken but theme and characters are owned by the creators of WestWorld.

//This is my first try at this! Please be nice xD Chapter Two Link

Chapter One - The Other Girl

Chapter One - The Other Girl

(AngelaXLogan)

It was a last minute switch but this is what Angela had been made for. A Host so perfect that no Guest wouldn’t at the least be entranced by her. Curious about her, sparking wonder. She was made to love the Guests, to entice, to lure them deeper into the game at hand and to always leave them wanting more.

She was aware of what she was, but that seemed to be of no concern to the Creators. She knew what she had to do and she didn’t question it. So most of them thought at the least. The Argos Initiative had other ideas in mind, but that was hidden from the rest. An ever unfolding experiment that even she was part of.

While she finished dressing in her black cocktail dress the words of her task repeated in her mind. It couldn’t have been stressed enough that this Guest was an important one. One that could seal the deal for the survival and progression of their program. Her task was to entice him, persuade him and not lose the deal. If they could secure the Delos investment then they could continue with their project - WestWorld.

Delores hadn’t the appropriate improv skills to lure him, nor did Arnold feel comfortable using her as bait. But Angela? Not only somewhat self-aware, had the perfected skills and the lack of favoritism from Arnold to get thrown at the man. Whom she could only imagine was a much older, aging rich man with no sense of charm whatsoever. Regardless, she would do what she had to in order to secure the investment.

A smile was cast at herself into the mirror once she was finished dressing and she turned to leave the room, meeting up with her co-Host for the evening, the Indian man Akecheta. She follows him to the main lobby, waiting to be shown to Mr. Delos so that she could lead him to the demonstration. Nearing the table a blonde haired man brushes aside her, earning him a look of disinterest at his own quizzical stare but then she turns her gaze towards their investor.

Logan was seated at a table, already flirting with whatever lucky person happened to be sitting beside him. His fingers were curled around a champagne glass and one sultry sip later his attention was diverted by the entrance of the Argos Initiative introducing themselves. A look of wonder briefly crosses his face before it turns into his usual grin when he sees the girl. Of course they sent a pretty one, no doubt part of the ruse to try and secure his money as so many other companies had been attempting as well. Amusing, but he was not about to give in quite that easy.  Either way, he dismisses his company and entertains them as they take their introductions and seats.

Angela was pleasantly surprised, her gaze not once leaving him as Akecheta offered the introductions. He wasn’t old at all, if anything he was quite pleasing on the eyes. The way he laid it down to them that he wasn’t about to be conned amused her so. These other companies he spoke of held no comparison and she couldn’t wait to show him. Her own grin matches his words as she takes her cue to speak up. “Everyone is rushing to build the virtual world. We’re offering something a little more...tangible.” She lifts a brow as she rises from her seat, that gaze still held steady upon him. “If you would follow, I can prove it to you.” She flashes that coy smile as she turns away to lead him to the demonstration room.

His attitude didn’t phase her. He could throw whatever little fit he wanted about wanting a private demonstration, or his doubts of the project, but she knew. She knew that the second she started the demonstration that she would have him. So confident, in fact, that she kept that smile upon her face as he turned to leave the room but she stepped forth, pushing him back a few steps with a touch of her fingers to his chest. “Logan. This is a private demonstration.” She tilts her head. “And it’s already begun.” She draws her hand away from him and upturns her palm to gesture to the room.

He caught on fast, his face shifting from annoyance to pure bemusement as he turned to gaze into the crowd around him. “You mean one of these...is...is..” He knits his brow at the thought alone only enforcing that pleased smirk upon Angela’s face. “Told you. See if you can pick them out.” She challenges. Wherever he steps she trails behind, highly amused by his utter confusion and disbelief and yet that childlike wonder that drew him ever deeper as he searched hard to find the anomaly.

After a moment or two of stumbling over his own words just as he stumbles his surroundings he turns to look at her again. “No…” He laughs to himself as he makes his way back to her. It was so obvious wasn’t it? She was diverting his attention just so that he wouldn’t see the very thing that stood before him. “It’s you, isn’t it?” His voice was low beside her, his gaze now drifting over her form. “You’re too perfect to be one of us.”

Oh he was good, Angela could hardly keep that straight face anymore and she lifts her hand to hide amused laughter and all with the slightest flick of her finger the entire room freezes save for herself and Logan. His instant switch to utter bewilderment still has her hiding her smile behind her hand as she slowly trails behind him, watching his reactions with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen someone so awestruck simply what they were. The Hosts. It was also her first time interacting with a real Guest. Aside from her Creators at least, but they were so controlled and calm about everything it was hardly anything to compare an outsider too.

Were all Guests like him? So expressive, so full of wonder, so driven by something that she could not quite yet place? So fluently changing from one moment to the next, yet so easily thrown off course. This simple revelation seemed to have him stunned in place, repeating the same phrase over and over again. They weren’t here yet.  But they were, and the evidence was before him. Her smile fades to a look of sympathy as steps in to break his loop with a gentle touch to his shoulder, guiding his attention unto herself once more. “We are here Mr. Delos.” She assures while her eyes carefully scan his features. He looked just like any of them, there truly was no difference. “All our Hosts are here, for you.” She breathes her words, enticing him to explore.

She watches quietly as his fingertips graze through her hair, feel her skin and then grasp her shoulder. She felt so unbelievably real, but just how real exactly? He was determined to find out.

With a hard tug he pulls her in, soft lips meeting against his own in a heated kiss as his hand rises to hold the side of her face, walking her a few steps back. “Unbelievable…” He breathes against her lips in awe once he finally parts.

Not only was it his first experience with a host, it was her first experience with a Guest and she was learning just as much as he was right now. Learning anything that she could about him and how he behaves all while giving him what he wanted, as instructed, and if she dared admit it... he was fascinating. Her hands feel his sides, slowly gliding up his body. The fact that she could not tell a difference...why were they so alike if she was told that they were so different?

Her hands rest gently on the sides of his face while she tips her head up at him with a soft smile. “Mr. Delos, we do have all night. Did you have any questions for me?” She coaxes with a gentle voice. “Logan” He corrects as he hums under his breath, eyes darting to the side as the rest of the Hosts begin moving again before they are drawn back to her. What questions could he possibly have when he could hardly think straight? He could already fathom what all of this would mean for entertainment and now that warm lull of her hands on his face had his eyelids half closing.

“I..” He searches for his words. “You...do you know what this means?” He grabs one of her hands, pulling it from his face and into his own. “I know exactly what it means, Logan. It means there can be a world where people can live their every desire without consequence, without judgement, without concern or danger…” She was certain she had already convinced him but she found her lips grazing his own. “And it can all be yours.”

He responds with a low growl of approval. “Mmm, I do like that.” He says with another slow kiss left to linger against her lips. “But I think I’m going to need a test drive.” He flashes that seductive smirk, charm returning as he slowly collects himself in the situation. “What were you called again? Besides perfect, that is.”

She laughs softly to herself. “Angela, and as you wish, Logan. I believe I know exactly what you want. What you need.” She may have never done this yet, but she was programmed down to every last detail to simply know. Her fingertips graze his tie and give it a sharp tug. “Why don’t you follow me?” She suggests with her velvet voice and luring gaze that made his pulse beat deep inside him.

He was led to a room with a tray of drinks set beside a bed and once he stepped inside she drew the glass doors shut behind him, turning only for him to catch her wrist. “I can’t wait to see how perfect you are.” He growls against her neck with a soft bite then trails his tongue along soft skin pausing to nip at her jaw that he holds with his fingers. Flashing a primal look he meets her lips once more, rougher this time and ingrained with passion. A pleasureful sigh bleeds into her mouth as he pushes her to the wall behind them, grinding himself against her. And that fires her core.

She gasps against his lips, breathing a soft wine as she lifts one of her legs to hook around his waist which draws forth a chuckle from him. “Oh, you are quite...something...aren’t you now.” He rumbles in his sultry tone while his fingers graze her inner thigh. She shifts with a shaken breath, arching her chest to his while entwining her arms around his neck. Knowing was far more different than feeling, and his actions definitely made her pulse quicken. Made her burn to discover what he could do because that is what was unpredictable. She already knew what she could do. She bites back a moan as his fingers slip inside of her, where she was just as warm and wet as anyone would be.

“Responsive.” He mutters against her lips. “And if I’m not mistaken, you want me as much as I want you.” He purrs with that prideful grin before he drags his tongue against her lips while moving his fingers deeper inside her with precision. Was he wrong? Not entirely. Something inside of her drove her, something that wanted to connect with him. To fulfill any desire. Her gentle cry in his ear makes him grin and after a few more thrusts, when he feels her tighten  he pulls his fingers back out. “I think I’ll save that…”

“Logan.” Her hands grasp his shoulders now, the knee of her bent leg moving to press against that hard length behind his pants. “That’s quite enough.” She says while making him step back, guiding him to the edge of the bed and with a shove has him sitting upon it with a mischievous look upon his face. “Oh, you are going to be fun aren’t you.” He muses.

“I know exactly what you want.” She glides her fingertips down the center of his chest then sinks to her knees between his legs. “But, do you really deserve it?” She teases her fingers against the zipper of his pants while she unbuttons them. He bucks gently in response, wanting a harder touch. Logan entangles his hand into the back of her hair and grasps hard. “I thought you were here for me.”  He states with a hiss.

Amused laughter escapes her lips. “You are quite right, Mr. Delos.” With a sudden tug she draws the zipper down in a steady glide and shoves his pants around his waist, exposing quite a decent length. She leans in to glide her tongue along it, raising her gaze to watch his reactions. With a hand pressed to his chest she leans in closer, now gliding her lips along his tip. He hisses sharp and tugs her hair, forcing her down. She gives in and glides her lips around him, taking him into her mouth.

“Fuck.” His fingers curl into her hair, mesmerized how real it all feels almost to the point of forgetting. Her fingertips dig into his thighs, holding him down while she teases him with her tongue. With a slow glide she eases herself off of him, with a slower lick against the tip once more as she eyes him. “I think I’ll save that…” She says coyly while standing back up before him.

With a furrow of his brow Logan watches her with quickened breaths as she reaches behind herself to languidly draw down the zipper of her dress but he was quick to lean in to grab it, pulling it down her sides and tugging it past her hips to where it drops to the floor at her feet. “So perfect…” He whispers while gazing at her in that matching black lace set. He scoots himself further back ontot he bed while shoving his pants from his legs in the process. “Come here…” He coaxes while he starts to undo his shirt.

“Still not convinced yet, Logan?” She drawls while climbing atop his lap. She tilts her head and kisses him hard while pushing his jacket off his arms. He growls into that kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips as his hands squeeze her ass. Slowly, she grinds herself against him with just that black lace between them but his fingers soon hook into that lingerie and pulls them off with nails scraping along her thighs.

“So impatient.” She purrs at him while sliding her legs free and moving to straddle his lap. “This is my demonstration.” He reminds her with a smile as his hands trail along her back, unhooking her bra as he pulls her against him and leans in to whisper in a harsh breath against her ear. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll make sure to make it worth your night as well.”

His hot breath has her arching into him as she works his shirt off to toss aside. “That is the last thing I am worried about.” She looks him over then glides her fingers under his chin, guiding him back into another deep kiss. He breathes a desperate sound as her fingers rake through his hair and grasps her hips hard, pulling her against him. With a bite to his lower lip she lifts herself, guiding him against her entrance and drawing out anticipation that he couldn’t stand. Logan thrusts into her, gliding easily inside with a low groan into her mouth.

He was absolutely convinced, there was no difference and damned if she didn’t feel better. Angela cries softly against his lips, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him being inside of her. Why. Why were they different? She scrapes his scalp gently with her nails and rolls her hips against his own with gentle moans against his lips. One hand rests pressed to her lower back with the other splayed beside him on the bed, allowing him to thrust into her. “Fucking...impossible..” He breathes in hard pants against her neck.

“It’s possible, Logan.” She was just as breathless as she shoves her hands against his chest, pushing him onto his back where she could get more leverage to ride out the waves of his thrusts. This was something she’s never felt, the pleasure that unfolded within her had her tilting her head back with fingers still splayed across his chest.

“Why, yes. It is.” He grunts while sliding his hands up her stomach, and caressing her warm breasts that heaved with her cries and gasps. He thrusts harder into her, feeling her thighs lock against him to hold her in place. His hand slides up along her neck, grasping behind it and pulling her down back close to him with a bite to her ear. “I need to know, Angela..” He gasps. “Do you really feel …” He thrusts hard against her. “This.”  

She stifles her moans against his neck while writhing with pleasure against him while her walls squeezed so tight around him that he could hardly stand it. It was that thrust that sent her over the edge, those seductive whispers that spilled her over him for the first time. If she hadn’t known the answer to that before this night she certainly knew now.

“Y-yes. Logan. I feel just the same as you feel.” She breathes her words out between her panting breaths. “Fuck..” He grabs his hips to halt her for the moment, his pupils so dilated with pleasure that the darkness consumed the entirety of his iris’. This was entirely too much. He laughs to himself, giving himself a moment to calm before he was pushed over the edge as well which was terribly hard not to do with all that dampness around him.

How were they here? The how didn’t matter if it was already here. He grasps her waist and with a steady motion flips her beneath him now, groaning with pleasure as he looks down at her flushed skin. His fingertips graze the side of her cheek and trail through her hair as he tilts his head in wonder. He reveled in a few calming breaths before that lust overtook his gaze once more. “Take my fucking money.” He growls while he grips the headboard behind her, using it to thrust into her hard and deep, hitting the spots that made her arch and writhe against him over and over again.

Her cries grew louder the closer she got, her fingertips digging into the back of his shoulders and causing him to moan loud in return. He tensed. As close as she was he was right on the edge as well. “I…” He gasps. “God…” He locks his lips back to her ravenously, grasping her shoulder tight with his free hand for the second those walls clamped back around him he couldn’t stand it anymore. That loud, muffled cry into her mouth told her he had been pushed over the edge and he moved to bury his gasps against her neck as he spills himself inside of her with each pulse of pleasure that follows until he’s left gasping for air.

He collapses gently atop her until he can regain his breath then slides out of her with a soft hiss. With a sly smile she slides herself from under him to curl beside him. “Did you mean what you said Logan?” She whispers into his ear. “Does the Argos Initiative have your investment?”

He laughs to himself, well aware of what he had said. “Oh yes. Yes, the other companies cannot even begin to compare. This is revolutionary.” With a satisfied hum Angela reaches over and collects a wine glass from the table beside the bed and passes it over to him. “You’re booked for the night Mr. Delos. Why not relax?” Once he takes it from her she lifts the second one and takes a long sip from it herself much to his amusement.

“Is there anything that you can’t do?” He says low while tilting the glass against his own lips and watching her in scrutiny.  She smiles with a bite to her lip and reaches to collect the empty glass from him once he finishes it off. “Who knows. Stick around long enough and you might find out.” She sets the empty glasses down and pulls the covers back enough for him to get under them then drapes them across his waist.

She dims the light and checks the time as he makes himself comfortable in the bed. It was late into the night but her need for sleep was not the same. Though she couldn’t help but watch him as he soon drifted off into slumber, so peaceful compared to how he had been. There were so many sides to him, pieces even, that she’s seen all in the span of a mere few hours. This was  Guest. She watches him with adoration, her fingers gently brushing his cheek and grazing over his hair as she finally moved to get herself dressed again.

She pulled her panties and bra back on, sitting on the edge of the bed as she quietly slid the straps over her shoulder to not disturb him, but that’s when she felt the presence of another. With a turn of her head she peers towards those glass doors to see Dolores watching with curiosity from the other side. She studies her for the moment with a slight narrowing of her eyes then moves around the bed to collect her dress that once she’s slipped back into quietly opens the door to meet the girl that almost took her place.

“What is it, Dolores?” She asks.

“What were you doing?” She nods to the doors, hands folded before her. “Is that..the outsider?”

“I was securing an investment. And yes.” She flicks her gaze back towards him as well. Had Dolores caught those last brushes of affection she had let slip towards him?

“Arnold said we are here to help the Guests when they come to us. But we’re so similar...aren’t we?” She smiles with a sigh to herself. “They seem interesting. Don’t you agree?” Her eyes catch Angela’s with a knowing look. Arnold was fairly interesting to her, as much as Logan seemed to be to Angela. With a slight smirk she turns to walk away. “I’m sure Arnold will be happy to hear the news. I”ll go help the others clean up around here.” She says before sauntering off and back into the crowd.

Angela watches after her as she fades across the room then folds her arms lightly across her chest with a glance to the side. So Arnold had let her come to see after all. She casts one final glance back into the room before heading off to get the paperwork together to sign for when he woke back up.

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These Violent Delights

Type: Westworld Fanfic Wordcount: 3885 Pair: AngelaXLogan Warnings: Smut included Summary:  Chapter One -  Angela meets Logan, her first outside Guest, at the Investment party thrown to persuade him to Invest in the funding for WestWorld. She’s chosen to bait him into doing so but there’s something about this Guest that’s rather intriguing to her as well. Is he the spark to her sentience? 

A multi-chapter fanfic that reveals more story to Angela and her draw to the first guest she encounters, Logan Delos. Creative liberties have been taken but theme and characters are owned by the creators of WestWorld.

//This is my first try at this! Please be nice xD  Chapter Two Link

Chapter One - The Other Girl 

Chapter One - The Other Girl

(AngelaXLogan)

It was a last minute switch but this is what Angela had been made for. A Host so perfect that no Guest wouldn’t at the least be entranced by her. Curious about her, sparking wonder. She was made to love the Guests, to entice, to lure them deeper into the game at hand and to always leave them wanting more. 

She was aware of what she was, but that seemed to be of no concern to the Creators. She knew what she had to do and she didn’t question it. So most of them thought at the least. The Argos Initiative had other ideas in mind, but that was hidden from the rest. An ever unfolding experiment that even she was part of. 

While she finished dressing in her black cocktail dress the words of her task repeated in her mind. It couldn’t have been stressed enough that this Guest was an important one. One that could seal the deal for the survival and progression of their program. Her task was to entice him, persuade him and not lose the deal. If they could secure the Delos investment then they could continue with their project - WestWorld. 

 Delores hadn’t the appropriate improv skills to lure him, nor did Arnold feel comfortable using her as bait. But Angela? Not only somewhat self-aware, had the perfected skills and the lack of favoritism from Arnold to get thrown at the man. Whom she could only imagine was a much older, aging rich man with no sense of charm whatsoever. Regardless, she would do what she had to in order to secure the investment. 

A smile was cast at herself into the mirror once she was finished dressing and she turned to leave the room, meeting up with her co-Host for the evening, the Indian man Akecheta. She follows him to the main lobby, waiting to be shown to Mr. Delos so that she could lead him to the demonstration. Nearing the table a blonde haired man brushes aside her, earning him a look of disinterest at his own quizzical stare but then she turns her gaze towards their investor. 

Logan was seated at a table, already flirting with whatever lucky person happened to be sitting beside him. His fingers were curled around a champagne glass and one sultry sip later his attention was diverted by the entrance of the Argos Initiative introducing themselves. A look of wonder briefly crosses his face before it turns into his usual grin when he sees the girl. Of course they sent a pretty one, no doubt part of the ruse to try and secure his money as so many other companies had been attempting as well. Amusing, but he was not about to give in quite that easy.  Either way, he dismisses his company and entertains them as they take their introductions and seats. 

Angela was pleasantly surprised, her gaze not once leaving him as Akecheta offered the introductions. He wasn’t old at all, if anything he was quite pleasing on the eyes. The way he laid it down to them that he wasn’t about to be conned amused her so. These other companies he spoke of held no comparison and she couldn’t wait to show him. Her own grin matches his words as she takes her cue to speak up. “Everyone is rushing to build the virtual world. We’re offering something a little more...tangible.” She lifts a brow as she rises from her seat, that gaze still held steady upon him. “If you would follow, I can prove it to you.” She flashes that coy smile as she turns away to lead him to the demonstration room.

His attitude didn’t phase her. He could throw whatever little fit he wanted about wanting a private demonstration, or his doubts of the project, but she knew. She knew that the second she started the demonstration that she would have him. So confident, in fact, that she kept that smile upon her face as he turned to leave the room but she stepped forth, pushing him back a few steps with a touch of her fingers to his chest. “Logan. This is a private demonstration.” She tilts her head. “And it’s already begun.” She draws her hand away from him and upturns her palm to gesture to the room. 

He caught on fast, his face shifting from annoyance to pure bemusement as he turned to gaze into the crowd around him. “You mean one of these...is...is..” He knits his brow at the thought alone only enforcing that pleased smirk upon Angela’s face. “Told you. See if you can pick them out.” She challenges. Wherever he steps she trails behind, highly amused by his utter confusion and disbelief and yet that childlike wonder that drew him ever deeper as he searched hard to find the anomaly. 

After a moment or two of stumbling over his own words just as he stumbles his surroundings he turns to look at her again. “No…” He laughs to himself as he makes his way back to her. It was so obvious wasn’t it? She was diverting his attention just so that he wouldn’t see the very thing that stood before him. “It’s you, isn’t it?” His voice was low beside her, his gaze now drifting over her form. “You’re too perfect to be one of us.” 

Oh he was good, Angela could hardly keep that straight face anymore and she lifts her hand to hide amused laughter and all with the slightest flick of her finger the entire room freezes save for herself and Logan. His instant switch to utter bewilderment still has her hiding her smile behind her hand as she slowly trails behind him, watching his reactions with curiosity. It was the first time she had seen someone so awestruck simply what they were. The Hosts. It was also her first time interacting with a real Guest. Aside from her Creators at least, but they were so controlled and calm about everything it was hardly anything to compare an outsider too. 

Were all Guests like him? So expressive, so full of wonder, so driven by something that she could not quite yet place? So fluently changing from one moment to the next, yet so easily thrown off course. This simple revelation seemed to have him stunned in place, repeating the same phrase over and over again. They weren’t here yet.  But they were, and the evidence was before him. Her smile fades to a look of sympathy as steps in to break his loop with a gentle touch to his shoulder, guiding his attention unto herself once more. “We are here Mr. Delos.” She assures while her eyes carefully scan his features. He looked just like any of them, there truly was no difference. “All our Hosts are here, for you.” She breathes her words, enticing him to explore. 

She watches quietly as his fingertips graze through her hair, feel her skin and then grasp her shoulder. She felt so unbelievably real, but just how real exactly? He was determined to find out. 

With a hard tug he pulls her in, soft lips meeting against his own in a heated kiss as his hand rises to hold the side of her face, walking her a few steps back. “Unbelievable…” He breathes against her lips in awe once he finally parts.

Not only was it his first experience with a host, it was her first experience with a Guest and she was learning just as much as he was right now. Learning anything that she could about him and how he behaves all while giving him what he wanted, as instructed, and if she dared admit it... he was fascinating. Her hands feel his sides, slowly gliding up his body. The fact that she could not tell a difference...why were they so alike if she was told that they were so different? 

Her hands rest gently on the sides of his face while she tips her head up at him with a soft smile. “Mr. Delos, we do have all night. Did you have any questions for me?” She coaxes with a gentle voice. “Logan” He corrects as he hums under his breath, eyes darting to the side as the rest of the Hosts begin moving again before they are drawn back to her. What questions could he possibly have when he could hardly think straight? He could already fathom what all of this would mean for entertainment and now that warm lull of her hands on his face had his eyelids half closing. 

“I..” He searches for his words. “You...do you know what this means?” He grabs one of her hands, pulling it from his face and into his own. “I know exactly what it means, Logan. It means there can be a world where people can live their every desire without consequence, without judgement, without concern or danger…” She was certain she had already convinced him but she found her lips grazing his own. “And it can all be yours.”

He responds with a low growl of approval. “Mmm, I do like that.” He says with another slow kiss left to linger against her lips. “But I think I’m going to need a test drive.” He flashes that seductive smirk, charm returning as he slowly collects himself in the situation. “What were you called again? Besides perfect, that is.”

She laughs softly to herself. “Angela, and as you wish, Logan. I believe I know exactly what you want. What you need.” She may have never done this yet, but she was programmed down to every last detail to simply know. Her fingertips graze his tie and give it a sharp tug. “Why don’t you follow me?” She suggests with her velvet voice and luring gaze that made his pulse beat deep inside him.

He was led to a room with a tray of drinks set beside a bed and once he stepped inside she drew the glass doors shut behind him, turning only for him to catch her wrist. “I can’t wait to see how perfect you are.” He growls against her neck with a soft bite then trails his tongue along soft skin pausing to nip at her jaw that he holds with his fingers. Flashing a primal look he meets her lips once more, rougher this time and ingrained with passion. A pleasureful sigh bleeds into her mouth as he pushes her to the wall behind them, grinding himself against her. And that fires her core. 

She gasps against his lips, breathing a soft wine as she lifts one of her legs to hook around his waist which draws forth a chuckle from him. “Oh, you are quite...something...aren’t you now.” He rumbles in his sultry tone while his fingers graze her inner thigh. She shifts with a shaken breath, arching her chest to his while entwining her arms around his neck. Knowing was far more different than feeling, and his actions definitely made her pulse quicken. Made her burn to discover what he could do because that is what was unpredictable. She already knew what she could do. She bites back a moan as his fingers slip inside of her, where she was just as warm and wet as anyone would be. 

“Responsive.” He mutters against her lips. “And if I’m not mistaken, you want me as much as I want you.” He purrs with that prideful grin before he drags his tongue against her lips while moving his fingers deeper inside her with precision. Was he wrong? Not entirely. Something inside of her drove her, something that wanted to connect with him. To fulfill any desire. Her gentle cry in his ear makes him grin and after a few more thrusts, when he feels her tighten  he pulls his fingers back out. “I think I’ll save that…”

“Logan.” Her hands grasp his shoulders now, the knee of her bent leg moving to press against that hard length behind his pants. “That’s quite enough.” She says while making him step back, guiding him to the edge of the bed and with a shove has him sitting upon it with a mischievous look upon his face. “Oh, you are going to be fun aren’t you.” He muses. 

“I know exactly what you want.” She glides her fingertips down the center of his chest then sinks to her knees between his legs. “But, do you really deserve it?” She teases her fingers against the zipper of his pants while she unbuttons them. He bucks gently in response, wanting a harder touch. Logan entangles his hand into the back of her hair and grasps hard. “I thought you were here for me.”  He states with a hiss.

Amused laughter escapes her lips. “You are quite right, Mr. Delos.” With a sudden tug she draws the zipper down in a steady glide and shoves his pants around his waist, exposing quite a decent length. She leans in to glide her tongue along it, raising her gaze to watch his reactions. With a hand pressed to his chest she leans in closer, now gliding her lips along his tip. He hisses sharp and tugs her hair, forcing her down. She gives in and glides her lips around him, taking him into her mouth. 

“Fuck.” His fingers curl into her hair, mesmerized how real it all feels almost to the point of forgetting. Her fingertips dig into his thighs, holding him down while she teases him with her tongue. With a slow glide she eases herself off of him, with a slower lick against the tip once more as she eyes him. “I think I’ll save that…” She says coyly while standing back up before him. 

With a furrow of his brow Logan watches her with quickened breaths as she reaches behind herself to languidly draw down the zipper of her dress but he was quick to lean in to grab it, pulling it down her sides and tugging it past her hips to where it drops to the floor at her feet. “So perfect…” He whispers while gazing at her in that matching black lace set. He scoots himself further back ontot he bed while shoving his pants from his legs in the process. “Come here…” He coaxes while he starts to undo his shirt. 

“Still not convinced yet, Logan?” She drawls while climbing atop his lap. She tilts her head and kisses him hard while pushing his jacket off his arms. He growls into that kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips as his hands squeeze her ass. Slowly, she grinds herself against him with just that black lace between them but his fingers soon hook into that lingerie and pulls them off with nails scraping along her thighs. 

“So impatient.” She purrs at him while sliding her legs free and moving to straddle his lap. “This is my demonstration.” He reminds her with a smile as his hands trail along her back, unhooking her bra as he pulls her against him and leans in to whisper in a harsh breath against her ear. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll make sure to make it worth your night as well.” 

His hot breath has her arching into him as she works his shirt off to toss aside. “That is the last thing I am worried about.” She looks him over then glides her fingers under his chin, guiding him back into another deep kiss. He breathes a desperate sound as her fingers rake through his hair and grasps her hips hard, pulling her against him. With a bite to his lower lip she lifts herself, guiding him against her entrance and drawing out anticipation that he couldn’t stand. Logan thrusts into her, gliding easily inside with a low groan into her mouth. 

He was absolutely convinced, there was no difference and damned if she didn’t feel better. Angela cries softly against his lips, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of him being inside of her. Why. Why were they different? She scrapes his scalp gently with her nails and rolls her hips against his own with gentle moans against his lips. One hand rests pressed to her lower back with the other splayed beside him on the bed, allowing him to thrust into her. “Fucking...impossible..” He breathes in hard pants against her neck. 

“It’s possible, Logan.” She was just as breathless as she shoves her hands against his chest, pushing him onto his back where she could get more leverage to ride out the waves of his thrusts. This was something she’s never felt, the pleasure that unfolded within her had her tilting her head back with fingers still splayed across his chest. 

“Why, yes. It is.” He grunts while sliding his hands up her stomach, and caressing her warm breasts that heaved with her cries and gasps. He thrusts harder into her, feeling her thighs lock against him to hold her in place. His hand slides up along her neck, grasping behind it and pulling her down back close to him with a bite to her ear. “I need to know, Angela..” He gasps. “Do you really feel …” He thrusts hard against her. “This.”  

She stifles her moans against his neck while writhing with pleasure against him while her walls squeezed so tight around him that he could hardly stand it. It was that thrust that sent her over the edge, those seductive whispers that spilled her over him for the first time. If she hadn’t known the answer to that before this night she certainly knew now.

“Y-yes. Logan. I feel just the same as you feel.” She breathes her words out between her panting breaths. “Fuck..” He grabs his hips to halt her for the moment, his pupils so dilated with pleasure that the darkness consumed the entirety of his iris’. This was entirely too much. He laughs to himself, giving himself a moment to calm before he was pushed over the edge as well which was terribly hard not to do with all that dampness around him.

How were they here? The how didn’t matter if it was already here. He grasps her waist and with a steady motion flips her beneath him now, groaning with pleasure as he looks down at her flushed skin. His fingertips graze the side of her cheek and trail through her hair as he tilts his head in wonder. He reveled in a few calming breaths before that lust overtook his gaze once more. “Take my fucking money.” He growls while he grips the headboard behind her, using it to thrust into her hard and deep, hitting the spots that made her arch and writhe against him over and over again.

Her cries grew louder the closer she got, her fingertips digging into the back of his shoulders and causing him to moan loud in return. He tensed. As close as she was he was right on the edge as well. “I…” He gasps. “God…” He locks his lips back to her ravenously, grasping her shoulder tight with his free hand for the second those walls clamped back around him he couldn’t stand it anymore. That loud, muffled cry into her mouth told her he had been pushed over the edge and he moved to bury his gasps against her neck as he spills himself inside of her with each pulse of pleasure that follows until he’s left gasping for air. 

He collapses gently atop her until he can regain his breath then slides out of her with a soft hiss. With a sly smile she slides herself from under him to curl beside him. “Did you mean what you said Logan?” She whispers into his ear. “Does the Argos Initiative have your investment?” 

He laughs to himself, well aware of what he had said. “Oh yes. Yes, the other companies cannot even begin to compare. This is revolutionary.” With a satisfied hum Angela reaches over and collects a wine glass from the table beside the bed and passes it over to him. “You’re booked for the night Mr. Delos. Why not relax?” Once he takes it from her she lifts the second one and takes a long sip from it herself much to his amusement.

“Is there anything that you can’t do?” He says low while tilting the glass against his own lips and watching her in scrutiny.  She smiles with a bite to her lip and reaches to collect the empty glass from him once he finishes it off. “Who knows. Stick around long enough and you might find out.” She sets the empty glasses down and pulls the covers back enough for him to get under them then drapes them across his waist. 

She dims the light and checks the time as he makes himself comfortable in the bed. It was late into the night but her need for sleep was not the same. Though she couldn’t help but watch him as he soon drifted off into slumber, so peaceful compared to how he had been. There were so many sides to him, pieces even, that she’s seen all in the span of a mere few hours. This was  Guest. She watches him with adoration, her fingers gently brushing his cheek and grazing over his hair as she finally moved to get herself dressed again. 

She pulled her panties and bra back on, sitting on the edge of the bed as she quietly slid the straps over her shoulder to not disturb him, but that’s when she felt the presence of another. With a turn of her head she peers towards those glass doors to see Dolores watching with curiosity from the other side. She studies her for the moment with a slight narrowing of her eyes then moves around the bed to collect her dress that once she’s slipped back into quietly opens the door to meet the girl that almost took her place.

“What is it, Dolores?” She asks. 

“What were you doing?” She nods to the doors, hands folded before her. “Is that..the outsider?”

“I was securing an investment. And yes.” She flicks her gaze back towards him as well. Had Dolores caught those last brushes of affection she had let slip towards him?

“Arnold said we are here to help the Guests when they come to us. But we’re so similar...aren’t we?” She smiles with a sigh to herself. “They seem interesting. Don’t you agree?” Her eyes catch Angela’s with a knowing look. Arnold was fairly interesting to her, as much as Logan seemed to be to Angela. With a slight smirk she turns to walk away. “I’m sure Arnold will be happy to hear the news. I”ll go help the others clean up around here.” She says before sauntering off and back into the crowd. 

Angela watches after her as she fades across the room then folds her arms lightly across her chest with a glance to the side. So Arnold had let her come to see after all. She casts one final glance back into the room before heading off to get the paperwork together to sign for when he woke back up. 

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These Violent Delights

Type: Westworld Fanfic Wordcount: 3863 Pair: AngelaXLogan Warnings: Slight Smut Summary: Chapter Two -  Angela shows Logan to WestWorld for the first time and further connects with him after a couple of his visits though she becomes concerned when he brings a friend and only said friend returns. 

A multi-chapter fanfic that reveals more story to Angela and her draw to the first guest she encounters, Logan Delos. Creative liberties have been taken but theme and characters are owned by the creators of WestWorld.

Chapter Two: Welcome to Westworld

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((Hi everyone! I finally got chapter two up which focuses more on emotion so it took a while but I really hope that you like it. Small smut warning.))

Chapter One Here

Logan had experienced the product first hand, had been convinced to invest into the Project he knew little about aside from the outstanding technology that had been showcased in front of him. Now, he had the opportunity to delve into the full experience. To step inside what they called Westworld. It was little to his surprise that when he had stepped off that train she was there to greet him. 

“Good to see you again, Mr. Delos.” She holds her palm face up in gesture. “Welcome to Westworld.” Angela’s smile was far too genuine. She hadn’t forgotten this special Guest. The one she was assigned to now that she had secured him, now all she had to do was to always keep him wanting more. That same hand extends towards him now. “Right this way Mr. Delos. I’ll be getting you ready today.” 

“Logan.” He was quick to correct. Mr. Delos reminded him far too much of his Father and that was one man he didn’t care to be associated with. “Oh?” He didn’t know what to expect but his curiosity was already piqued. He nods to her and begins to follow to the dressing rooms. “Now what are the odds they would dance you in front of me again?” He asks with a smirk. He knew their game, now they had better be able to deliver the full experience of this park. 

“Maybe I requested to greet you myself.” She plays back while activating the door before them and waiting for him to step inside. “Here you can choose any outfit of your desire.” She tilts her head while pacing into the room behind him, watching carefully to see what his eye was drawn towards. “You’ll have to look the part after all and…” Her hand rests upon his shoulder. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.”

That whisper in his ear made him approve with a soft growl as his curious gaze shifted about the room, lingering longer on the darker outfits before turning to face her. “And what do you think would look best on me?” He asks while looking down at her with a lift of his brow. A coy smile crosses her lips as her hand slides down his arm as she steps away towards the area he had put most focus on.

“Let me see.” She muses while tapping a finger to her cheek. “You strike me as one to like something bold, yet fitted. Dark, yet edgy.” She used everything she had learned from him so far. From the suits he’s appeared in both times down to his attitude. It was all about perception. “Why don’t we try this?” She pauses before an outfit that consists of a sleek black coat and undershirt with matching pants. “It’s similar to your suit, no? But more for the West.” She paces forward to meet him as he moves in closer and raises delicate fingers to undo the buttons on his current coat. 

“There’s only one way to find out darlin’.” He draws while shrugging his coat off with a wink then works on the rest while she turns and unlocks the glass that holds the outfit behind it. Angela stands aside, watching as he pulls on the new attire. She steps in only to help him adjust here and there then tips her head as she glances over him. “Now I would say that is near perfection.” She says with a smirk then catches his arm to lure him to the next room before he can truly get a look just yet. “But there’s one more detail.” 

The walls before him are lined with hats, one side white and one side black. “Which side do you dare to take? The lawful? Or the lawless…” She watches him carefully as he steps further into the room, already eyeing the black side...looking for that perfect one. “Now where’s the fun in obeying the law when I came here to escape it?” He says with that charming smile then reaches for that perfect black hat to pull it all together. He angles it upon his head then turns to check himself in the nearby mirror, a brow lifting in approval. 

“Well now. You really do know what fits me best.” He muses with mild wonder. Just how they do it he’ll never know. Angela steps forth to make a minor adjustment to his hat then with a smile takes a step back. Always getting close, yet never giving too much. “Now something so devilishly charming is sure to cause some trouble in there. You best be careful.” She says with a  wink of her own. “But I have just the thing for you. Your final piece..” She leads him aside to the weapon area with various guns displayed. 

“They can shoot, but it won’t harm you. Not to say that it may not sting.” She carefully lifts a decorated gun from one of the cases and studies it for a moment. “You’re shots on the other hand? They count.” She turns to hand it over to him. “I would recommend a revolver to start. Light, simple to use, and never jams.” He didn’t think twice after trusting her this far and took but a moment to admire the detail of the weapon before holstering it at his belt.

“Am I ready then?” He inquiries while stepping in closer. “How about a kiss for good luck?” He tries. She glances away with an amused smile, a shake of her head before looking back to him. “Of course, Logan. Whatever you need.” She lifts to her toes to place her warm lips to his, already he had met her own with that heated force. A hand grasped in her hair as he made this one count before he departed reality for the next week. 

“Though..” She whispers as he finally parts to breathe, a hand pressed to his chest. “Not too much. What is there to look forward to if you have it all now?” She asks with a small tilt of her head as her fingers lift subconsciously to trial against her lips at the lingering tingle of his kiss. She laughs softly then deeply inhales, eyes focusing towards the door behind him. “Yes. You’re all ready now. The train will depart shortly to take you there.”

“You know, no matter what’s in there. I always think you’ll be my favorite.” He taps the tip of her nose while backing towards the door. She seemed so human, so aware. If the rest were like her? Well, that would truly be something. This experience was one he had been looking forward to for a while now. As much as he didn’t want to leave this perfection behind he was dying to know what it was like to leave the reality that hurt him so much completely. “It’s a shame I have to go so soon. Are you sure I can’t take you in there with me?” He teases. Though part of him meant it. Angela chuckles to herself then steps forward to ease him towards the door. “I’m sure. Logan.” She states with finality. “But, I’ll be waiting for you in the Mesa Gold after your journey to help you adjust back into reality.” 

Logan laughs to himself. “As if that will ever happen.” He mutters while stepping into Angela again, attempting to steal one more kiss before she pushes him back, voice stern this time. “Logan.” She nods towards the door. “Go.” She had lured him this far, now her goal was to get him into the actual park even if he needed a hard push out the door. He smirks as he takes a few steps back, tipping his hat at her. “Alright. See you on the other side then.” He winks then vanishes through the door that led into the train.

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Adjust back into reality.  When had he ever been adjusted to it to begin with? When did he ever want to be? All his life Logan sought ways to escape it and this may be the best one yet. WestWorld. A place where you could do whatever you wanted, no rules or consequences. In the end no one was truly hurt, and nothing mattered. No feelings to worry about, nothing to feel guilty of because it was all just a game. To say that he was impressed was an understatement. One week, and he already wanted more.

Logan sat stretched across one of the chairs in the Mesa Gold, a half empty drink curled within long fingers as he mulled it all over. Thinking about what he had to return to. He’d have to sell this place to his father, a man he never cared to speak with only to be brushed away at the next convenience. Not only did he worry about that, but the fact that his sister had chosen to soon marry the biggest weasel of a man he had ever seen and his father seemed to adore that weasel. That weasel that would be nowhere without him. 

His fingertips start to squeeze hard against the glass in his hand but then she appears in his view. That perfect Host, the pretty girl. “I do hope your stay was to your liking, Logan.” Her voice infiltrates his sour thoughts, lulling him back into a world he felt more comfortable being in. That charming smile glides back across his features while he lifts his glass for a slow sip of his drink all while eyeing her approach. 

“Was it to my liking?” He leans forward. “It was the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ll be sure to convince my Father for the full investment for this project. That’s what you want to know. Right?” His teeth graze over his lower lip as he glances over her. “They were all something else in there, really, but as I said before none of them are as perfect as you.” 

Angela laughs lightly with a glance away. “It’s excellent to hear, Logan. But I did come to see how you are doing as well. I’m happy to know you enjoy our services, but are you feeling alright?” Her head tilts back to him. She wasn’t a mindless machine, she could read emotions well enough to know that something had been bothering him moments ago, whether he would choose to admit it or not.

“Never better.” He says with that same grin plastered across his face. With one quick motion he finishes his drink and sets the empty glass down on the small table beside him. “In fact, I want to book the next trip soon. Make it two weeks this time. After I talk to the ol’ man that is.” His fingertips glide back through his hair and he stands. “You’ll be here to greet me again I presume?” He leans down to whisper in her ear, a hand pressed to her back. “Because if I’m funding this then I always want the best.” 

His voice ends in a hiss, his hand gliding downwards when Ford’s strong voice boomed into existence behind them. “Logan.” He stands with hands in his pockets, a wry smile upon his face. “A moment to speak with you before you depart? I’d love your feedback on the experience of WestWorld.” He lifts one hand, fingers curling in gesture. “Come.” He beckons with a slow turn to lead him inside where most Guests were never allowed to step foot.

He glances away from Angela with a click of his jaw then tips a nod to her. “I’ll see you soon.” He purrs then drifts off into the depths of the Mesa. 

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The next time he showed up he wanted to play longer. Playing half dressed games with her, pinning her with wanting kisses against the wall, nearly begging for more but that was one thing that she could not give. She always had to leave him wanting. For where would be the drive to return? In reality, it was all foreplay for the park and once again she found herself shoving him through the door when he almost missed the train again and in two weeks time she found herself curiously wandering the Mesa Gold in search of him.

This time he was leaning upon the railing, overlooking the view of the canyon of the park in some sort of silent musing. What he could possibly be thinking about had her intrigued. “Something on your mind, Logan?” She softly asks while bringing him a drink. Her voice pulled him from his distant reveries. She was the point between fantasy and reality that seemed to make it all tolerable and the sight of her always brought a smile to his face. 

Could he tell her his thoughts that he always kept hidden from the rest of the world? The thoughts that would only get him pushed away. Why the hell not? She wasn’t real, right? “Ah. Pretty one.” He slips the drink from her hand and raises it to her then takes a sip as he makes up his mind. He needed someone to listen, even if it was just the illusion of doing so. 

“Did you want to hear them?” He wanders over to a corner of the Mesa where they can sit down, Angela slowly trailing behind and posing herself in the seat across from him. “I’m willing to listen, Logan. I find you quite intriguing.” He laughs to himself, at least someone thought so. “This place.” He begins. “It's amazing.” He gestures with his glass to the canyon below but soon leans forward to speak lower. “But it’s the one thing I have in this world to get away from all the shit that exists outside of it.” He takes another drink and shakes his head, eyes looking upwards. 

“You’re lucky to not know what it’s like out there. Lucky to always have someone wanting you, to be the one that leads people to their dreams. What you are, You’ll never know suffering unless they program it into you.” If they weren’t supposed to recognize such things it wouldn’t matter what he said. Her false empathy would be enough, better than he could ever get. “And would you believe that my father is still unsure of this place?” He asks with a laugh. “I feel like he’s throwing the money anyway just to get me out of his way. But what else is new.” He sets his glass down and looks back to her.

“Not to mention my sister wants to marry some nobody that comes wandering into my company. Williams a sneaky one though and I don’t trust him. Funny that ol’ mister Delos seems to favor him though!” He says with sarcastic joy. “He’s a quiet one and too polite. Means he’s hiding something, and you know what? I’m going to find out just what that something is. By bringing him here.” He taps his finger at the surface of this table.

“This place? It draws out who you really are. You find that out really damn fast and I realized that all those machines down there have far more direction in their life than I do. More purpose. At least here they have a meaning and for that short time? I can too.” He rubs at his temple, lines creased at his brow. “And here I am talking to a -- “

“Logan.” She eases his hand away from his face and into her own. She may not understand quite yet exactly what he was talking about but she knew enough to know that he was distressed. “I hope...that you figure out what you need to figure out.” She states while gazing into his eyes and in that moment she seemed real, far too real. Maybe he’d just been in there too long this time. 

Regardless, a solemn smile is what he has to offer her. “You’re that one constant that always knows how to make me feel better. But I suppose that is your purpose in the end.” He stands up, smoothing down his coat. “I’ll have you meet him next time, William. Because after the trip I want to hear everything that you think about him and I want you to know how right I was because I’m going to be.” He claims definitely. “But I shouldn’t keep you, I have to go.” His palm softly grazes her cheek as he gazes at her one last time before he departs once again.

How could something so unreal make him feel that he mattered? He leans in for a final kiss, slow and lingering. He sighs against soft lips as he draws away and looks into her eyes. “Thank you.” He says quietly then forces himself to turn away and head towards the exit.

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For all that time Angela found herself remembering his words over and over again. He was different from all the other Guests that she showed in. None of them spilled their feelings to her, they just wanted the next best thing and always came out booming. They spoke of trivial matters that barely stuck but something Logan had said just wasn’t sitting right with her. Things he had told her drew blanks that she kept finding herself revisiting as if he was speaking of some other world. A place beyond this. Wasn’t this the real world? She couldn’t make sense of it but still she mulled over the fragments time and time again. 

She knew more than the other Hosts, she was self aware that she was one but she also knew what her duties were. Not to question it and to focus only on the guests. She knew she was different than the Guests but he made it sound there was far more out there that she didn’t even know.  What was so terrible that upset him so much. His father and this...William. 

The next time he showed up she saw him right away, Logan did say that he wanted her to meet him. To get her thoughts on him. So nonchalantly Logan slipped himself off towards the other Hosts he had gotten to know, leaving her to lead William into his first journey. She remembered that he wanted her thoughts so she played right along, paying all the attention to get a good read.

Right away she picked up on his quietness, how timid he was. He seemed unsure. “Welcome to Westworld.” She smiles in greeting, sweeping him along to get dressed. Not a man tempted by temptation, she found him quite boring. “Ease up William, you’re going to have fun in there.” He seemed far too tense and it was still her job to make the Guests comfortable whether he denied or advances or not. 

“Wait… are you?” He wasn’t even sure if she was a Host or a real person and that only made her smile. “If you can’t tell. Does it matter?” She lifts a brow. Maybe it didn’t matter at all. Maybe the differences between them were fewer than she thought. She noted everything he did, how he settled on all white, the pure route. Or, maybe he didn’t know himself. He was hesitant upon receiving the gun but tucked it away nonetheless and once he seemed satisfied she saw him to the train, watching as he stumbled his way in. 

He too seemed lost yet he seemed to be holding too much of himself back. She could read the fear that he had, was it fear of this new adventure or fear of himself? She was shaken out of her analysis by warm hands on her and that pressing, familiar body backing her to the wall. “You didn’t think I’d go in without coming to visit my favorite Host, did you?” It was Logan’s voice rasping in her ear, breath already stained with whiskey.

“Logan, you’re going to be late.” He was on a whole new high with bringing his friend along, more than eager to get into that park and seemingly at her. “Don’t worry about that. You met him right?” He laughs. “I cannot wait to tell you what happens, maybe it’ll shake him up a bit. Just maybe he’ll learn to have some fun and maybe I’ll learn a bit too. But you…” He bites his lower lip. “You always leave me wanting, pretty one. When are you going to let me have just one more taste?” He licks across her lower lip and pulls her into him. Always leave them wanting more, make them happy. There was a fine line,a finer one with him. He was willing to return, he needed this. Needed her.

She closes her eyes tight and caves herself to his desires, and maybe her own. It was the heat of his body that she missed above all. There wasn’t time like the first night they ever had, but there was time enough. Her hands slipped under his shirt, pressed against his warm chest as she kissed from him all the breath that he had until he was left panting for more. While his hands sought her skirts she sought his zipper, guiding it open and pushing down the fabric that she could. 

He used the wall behind to get the leverage that he needed and with a hard kiss found his way back inside of her. Her moans music to his ears. “I’m going to miss you this time.” He growls into her ear. With each thrust the wall grazed against her back and her nails sank into his shoulders while she was left between cries of pleasure, gasping for air. Touching others was so robotic but Logan, he felt familiar. The Guest that taught her more than others cared to offer. “Logan!” She cries his name, sending him over the edge as he carefully eases her from the wall back to the floor. 

His breath heated her ear as he caught his own and it was one last passionate kiss that he stole before the warning for departure echoed through the room. “You have to get going.” Still winded she pushes him towards the door with barely enough time to get his pants back up. “I’ll see you after.” She catches his arm, guiding him to look back. “Find what you need to find.” She says with a look of seriousness within her eyes.

She remembered. That brought a smirk to his face, a smile. “I can’t wait. Later doll.” He tips his hat at her then hurries through to the train where he’d worry about zipping back up. 

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Angela waited for them to return, idly chatting with other Guests as the Mesa while seeing others in in the meantime. Finally a spark had lit in her chest when she saw William, who had opted for a black hat in the end, that meant he was here too. The Mesa Gold wasn’t big and as she continued to look around she realized that William was the only one who was here and an unfamiliar sinking feeling took over somewhere inside her. 

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((To be continued in Chapter 3))

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These Violent Delights

Type: Westworld Fanfic Wordcount: 3863 Pair: AngelaXLogan Warnings: Slight Smut Summary: Chapter Two -  Angela shows Logan to WestWorld for the first time and further connects with him after a couple of his visits though she becomes concerned when he brings a friend and only said friend returns.

A multi-chapter fanfic that reveals more story to Angela and her draw to the first guest she encounters, Logan Delos. Creative liberties have been taken but theme and characters are owned by the creators of WestWorld.

Chapter Two: Welcome to Westworld

[[Your art could go here! Msg for details]]

((Hi everyone! I finally got chapter two up which focuses more on emotion so it took a while but I really hope that you like it. Small smut warning.))

Chapter One Here

Logan had experienced the product first hand, had been convinced to invest into the Project he knew little about aside from the outstanding technology that had been showcased in front of him. Now, he had the opportunity to delve into the full experience. To step inside what they called Westworld. It was little to his surprise that when he had stepped off that train she was there to greet him.

“Good to see you again, Mr. Delos.” She holds her palm face up in gesture. “Welcome to Westworld.” Angela’s smile was far too genuine. She hadn’t forgotten this special Guest. The one she was assigned to now that she had secured him, now all she had to do was to always keep him wanting more. That same hand extends towards him now. “Right this way Mr. Delos. I’ll be getting you ready today.”

“Logan.” He was quick to correct. Mr. Delos reminded him far too much of his Father and that was one man he didn’t care to be associated with. “Oh?” He didn’t know what to expect but his curiosity was already piqued. He nods to her and begins to follow to the dressing rooms. “Now what are the odds they would dance you in front of me again?” He asks with a smirk. He knew their game, now they had better be able to deliver the full experience of this park.

“Maybe I requested to greet you myself.” She plays back while activating the door before them and waiting for him to step inside. “Here you can choose any outfit of your desire.” She tilts her head while pacing into the room behind him, watching carefully to see what his eye was drawn towards. “You’ll have to look the part after all and…” Her hand rests upon his shoulder. “I’m here to help with whatever you need.”

That whisper in his ear made him approve with a soft growl as his curious gaze shifted about the room, lingering longer on the darker outfits before turning to face her. “And what do you think would look best on me?” He asks while looking down at her with a lift of his brow. A coy smile crosses her lips as her hand slides down his arm as she steps away towards the area he had put most focus on.

“Let me see.” She muses while tapping a finger to her cheek. “You strike me as one to like something bold, yet fitted. Dark, yet edgy.” She used everything she had learned from him so far. From the suits he’s appeared in both times down to his attitude. It was all about perception. “Why don’t we try this?” She pauses before an outfit that consists of a sleek black coat and undershirt with matching pants. “It’s similar to your suit, no? But more for the West.” She paces forward to meet him as he moves in closer and raises delicate fingers to undo the buttons on his current coat.

“There’s only one way to find out darlin’.” He draws while shrugging his coat off with a wink then works on the rest while she turns and unlocks the glass that holds the outfit behind it. Angela stands aside, watching as he pulls on the new attire. She steps in only to help him adjust here and there then tips her head as she glances over him. “Now I would say that is near perfection.” She says with a smirk then catches his arm to lure him to the next room before he can truly get a look just yet. “But there’s one more detail.”

The walls before him are lined with hats, one side white and one side black. “Which side do you dare to take? The lawful? Or the lawless…” She watches him carefully as he steps further into the room, already eyeing the black side...looking for that perfect one. “Now where’s the fun in obeying the law when I came here to escape it?” He says with that charming smile then reaches for that perfect black hat to pull it all together. He angles it upon his head then turns to check himself in the nearby mirror, a brow lifting in approval.

“Well now. You really do know what fits me best.” He muses with mild wonder. Just how they do it he’ll never know. Angela steps forth to make a minor adjustment to his hat then with a smile takes a step back. Always getting close, yet never giving too much. “Now something so devilishly charming is sure to cause some trouble in there. You best be careful.” She says with a  wink of her own. “But I have just the thing for you. Your final piece..” She leads him aside to the weapon area with various guns displayed.

“They can shoot, but it won’t harm you. Not to say that it may not sting.” She carefully lifts a decorated gun from one of the cases and studies it for a moment. “You’re shots on the other hand? They count.” She turns to hand it over to him. “I would recommend a revolver to start. Light, simple to use, and never jams.” He didn’t think twice after trusting her this far and took but a moment to admire the detail of the weapon before holstering it at his belt.

“Am I ready then?” He inquiries while stepping in closer. “How about a kiss for good luck?” He tries. She glances away with an amused smile, a shake of her head before looking back to him. “Of course, Logan. Whatever you need.” She lifts to her toes to place her warm lips to his, already he had met her own with that heated force. A hand grasped in her hair as he made this one count before he departed reality for the next week.

“Though..” She whispers as he finally parts to breathe, a hand pressed to his chest. “Not too much. What is there to look forward to if you have it all now?” She asks with a small tilt of her head as her fingers lift subconsciously to trial against her lips at the lingering tingle of his kiss. She laughs softly then deeply inhales, eyes focusing towards the door behind him. “Yes. You’re all ready now. The train will depart shortly to take you there.”

“You know, no matter what’s in there. I always think you’ll be my favorite.” He taps the tip of her nose while backing towards the door. She seemed so human, so aware. If the rest were like her? Well, that would truly be something. This experience was one he had been looking forward to for a while now. As much as he didn’t want to leave this perfection behind he was dying to know what it was like to leave the reality that hurt him so much completely. “It’s a shame I have to go so soon. Are you sure I can’t take you in there with me?” He teases. Though part of him meant it. Angela chuckles to herself then steps forward to ease him towards the door. “I’m sure. Logan.” She states with finality. “But, I’ll be waiting for you in the Mesa Gold after your journey to help you adjust back into reality.”

Logan laughs to himself. “As if that will ever happen.” He mutters while stepping into Angela again, attempting to steal one more kiss before she pushes him back, voice stern this time. “Logan.” She nods towards the door. “Go.” She had lured him this far, now her goal was to get him into the actual park even if he needed a hard push out the door. He smirks as he takes a few steps back, tipping his hat at her. “Alright. See you on the other side then.” He winks then vanishes through the door that led into the train.

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Adjust back into reality.  When had he ever been adjusted to it to begin with? When did he ever want to be? All his life Logan sought ways to escape it and this may be the best one yet. WestWorld. A place where you could do whatever you wanted, no rules or consequences. In the end no one was truly hurt, and nothing mattered. No feelings to worry about, nothing to feel guilty of because it was all just a game. To say that he was impressed was an understatement. One week, and he already wanted more.

Logan sat stretched across one of the chairs in the Mesa Gold, a half empty drink curled within long fingers as he mulled it all over. Thinking about what he had to return to. He’d have to sell this place to his father, a man he never cared to speak with only to be brushed away at the next convenience. Not only did he worry about that, but the fact that his sister had chosen to soon marry the biggest weasel of a man he had ever seen and his father seemed to adore that weasel. That weasel that would be nowhere without him.

His fingertips start to squeeze hard against the glass in his hand but then she appears in his view. That perfect Host, the pretty girl. “I do hope your stay was to your liking, Logan.” Her voice infiltrates his sour thoughts, lulling him back into a world he felt more comfortable being in. That charming smile glides back across his features while he lifts his glass for a slow sip of his drink all while eyeing her approach.

“Was it to my liking?” He leans forward. “It was the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced. I’ll be sure to convince my Father for the full investment for this project. That’s what you want to know. Right?” His teeth graze over his lower lip as he glances over her. “They were all something else in there, really, but as I said before none of them are as perfect as you.”

Angela laughs lightly with a glance away. “It’s excellent to hear, Logan. But I did come to see how you are doing as well. I’m happy to know you enjoy our services, but are you feeling alright?” Her head tilts back to him. She wasn’t a mindless machine, she could read emotions well enough to know that something had been bothering him moments ago, whether he would choose to admit it or not.

“Never better.” He says with that same grin plastered across his face. With one quick motion he finishes his drink and sets the empty glass down on the small table beside him. “In fact, I want to book the next trip soon. Make it two weeks this time. After I talk to the ol’ man that is.” His fingertips glide back through his hair and he stands. “You’ll be here to greet me again I presume?” He leans down to whisper in her ear, a hand pressed to her back. “Because if I’m funding this then I always want the best.”

His voice ends in a hiss, his hand gliding downwards when Ford’s strong voice boomed into existence behind them. “Logan.” He stands with hands in his pockets, a wry smile upon his face. “A moment to speak with you before you depart? I’d love your feedback on the experience of WestWorld.” He lifts one hand, fingers curling in gesture. “Come.” He beckons with a slow turn to lead him inside where most Guests were never allowed to step foot.

He glances away from Angela with a click of his jaw then tips a nod to her. “I’ll see you soon.” He purrs then drifts off into the depths of the Mesa.

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The next time he showed up he wanted to play longer. Playing half dressed games with her, pinning her with wanting kisses against the wall, nearly begging for more but that was one thing that she could not give. She always had to leave him wanting. For where would be the drive to return? In reality, it was all foreplay for the park and once again she found herself shoving him through the door when he almost missed the train again and in two weeks time she found herself curiously wandering the Mesa Gold in search of him.

This time he was leaning upon the railing, overlooking the view of the canyon of the park in some sort of silent musing. What he could possibly be thinking about had her intrigued. “Something on your mind, Logan?” She softly asks while bringing him a drink. Her voice pulled him from his distant reveries. She was the point between fantasy and reality that seemed to make it all tolerable and the sight of her always brought a smile to his face.

Could he tell her his thoughts that he always kept hidden from the rest of the world? The thoughts that would only get him pushed away. Why the hell not? She wasn’t real, right? “Ah. Pretty one.” He slips the drink from her hand and raises it to her then takes a sip as he makes up his mind. He needed someone to listen, even if it was just the illusion of doing so.

“Did you want to hear them?” He wanders over to a corner of the Mesa where they can sit down, Angela slowly trailing behind and posing herself in the seat across from him. “I’m willing to listen, Logan. I find you quite intriguing.” He laughs to himself, at least someone thought so. “This place.” He begins. “It's amazing.” He gestures with his glass to the canyon below but soon leans forward to speak lower. “But it’s the one thing I have in this world to get away from all the shit that exists outside of it.” He takes another drink and shakes his head, eyes looking upwards.

“You’re lucky to not know what it’s like out there. Lucky to always have someone wanting you, to be the one that leads people to their dreams. What you are, You’ll never know suffering unless they program it into you.” If they weren’t supposed to recognize such things it wouldn’t matter what he said. Her false empathy would be enough, better than he could ever get. “And would you believe that my father is still unsure of this place?” He asks with a laugh. “I feel like he’s throwing the money anyway just to get me out of his way. But what else is new.” He sets his glass down and looks back to her.

“Not to mention my sister wants to marry some nobody that comes wandering into my company. Williams a sneaky one though and I don’t trust him. Funny that ol’ mister Delos seems to favor him though!” He says with sarcastic joy. “He’s a quiet one and too polite. Means he’s hiding something, and you know what? I’m going to find out just what that something is. By bringing him here.” He taps his finger at the surface of this table.

“This place? It draws out who you really are. You find that out really damn fast and I realized that all those machines down there have far more direction in their life than I do. More purpose. At least here they have a meaning and for that short time? I can too.” He rubs at his temple, lines creased at his brow. “And here I am talking to a -- “

“Logan.” She eases his hand away from his face and into her own. She may not understand quite yet exactly what he was talking about but she knew enough to know that he was distressed. “I hope...that you figure out what you need to figure out.” She states while gazing into his eyes and in that moment she seemed real, far too real. Maybe he’d just been in there too long this time.

Regardless, a solemn smile is what he has to offer her. “You’re that one constant that always knows how to make me feel better. But I suppose that is your purpose in the end.” He stands up, smoothing down his coat. “I’ll have you meet him next time, William. Because after the trip I want to hear everything that you think about him and I want you to know how right I was because I’m going to be.” He claims definitely. “But I shouldn’t keep you, I have to go.” His palm softly grazes her cheek as he gazes at her one last time before he departs once again.

How could something so unreal make him feel that he mattered? He leans in for a final kiss, slow and lingering. He sighs against soft lips as he draws away and looks into her eyes. “Thank you.” He says quietly then forces himself to turn away and head towards the exit.

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For all that time Angela found herself remembering his words over and over again. He was different from all the other Guests that she showed in. None of them spilled their feelings to her, they just wanted the next best thing and always came out booming. They spoke of trivial matters that barely stuck but something Logan had said just wasn’t sitting right with her. Things he had told her drew blanks that she kept finding herself revisiting as if he was speaking of some other world. A place beyond this. Wasn’t this the real world? She couldn’t make sense of it but still she mulled over the fragments time and time again.

She knew more than the other Hosts, she was self aware that she was one but she also knew what her duties were. Not to question it and to focus only on the guests. She knew she was different than the Guests but he made it sound there was far more out there that she didn’t even know.  What was so terrible that upset him so much. His father and this...William.

The next time he showed up she saw him right away, Logan did say that he wanted her to meet him. To get her thoughts on him. So nonchalantly Logan slipped himself off towards the other Hosts he had gotten to know, leaving her to lead William into his first journey. She remembered that he wanted her thoughts so she played right along, paying all the attention to get a good read.

Right away she picked up on his quietness, how timid he was. He seemed unsure. “Welcome to Westworld.” She smiles in greeting, sweeping him along to get dressed. Not a man tempted by temptation, she found him quite boring. “Ease up William, you’re going to have fun in there.” He seemed far too tense and it was still her job to make the Guests comfortable whether he denied or advances or not.

“Wait… are you?” He wasn’t even sure if she was a Host or a real person and that only made her smile. “If you can’t tell. Does it matter?” She lifts a brow. Maybe it didn’t matter at all. Maybe the differences between them were fewer than she thought. She noted everything he did, how he settled on all white, the pure route. Or, maybe he didn’t know himself. He was hesitant upon receiving the gun but tucked it away nonetheless and once he seemed satisfied she saw him to the train, watching as he stumbled his way in.

He too seemed lost yet he seemed to be holding too much of himself back. She could read the fear that he had, was it fear of this new adventure or fear of himself? She was shaken out of her analysis by warm hands on her and that pressing, familiar body backing her to the wall. “You didn’t think I’d go in without coming to visit my favorite Host, did you?” It was Logan’s voice rasping in her ear, breath already stained with whiskey.

“Logan, you’re going to be late.” He was on a whole new high with bringing his friend along, more than eager to get into that park and seemingly at her. “Don’t worry about that. You met him right?” He laughs. “I cannot wait to tell you what happens, maybe it’ll shake him up a bit. Just maybe he’ll learn to have some fun and maybe I’ll learn a bit too. But you…” He bites his lower lip. “You always leave me wanting, pretty one. When are you going to let me have just one more taste?” He licks across her lower lip and pulls her into him. Always leave them wanting more, make them happy. There was a fine line,a finer one with him. He was willing to return, he needed this. Needed her.

She closes her eyes tight and caves herself to his desires, and maybe her own. It was the heat of his body that she missed above all. There wasn’t time like the first night they ever had, but there was time enough. Her hands slipped under his shirt, pressed against his warm chest as she kissed from him all the breath that he had until he was left panting for more. While his hands sought her skirts she sought his zipper, guiding it open and pushing down the fabric that she could.

He used the wall behind to get the leverage that he needed and with a hard kiss found his way back inside of her. Her moans music to his ears. “I’m going to miss you this time.” He growls into her ear. With each thrust the wall grazed against her back and her nails sank into his shoulders while she was left between cries of pleasure, gasping for air. Touching others was so robotic but Logan, he felt familiar. The Guest that taught her more than others cared to offer. “Logan!” She cries his name, sending him over the edge as he carefully eases her from the wall back to the floor.

His breath heated her ear as he caught his own and it was one last passionate kiss that he stole before the warning for departure echoed through the room. “You have to get going.” Still winded she pushes him towards the door with barely enough time to get his pants back up. “I’ll see you after.” She catches his arm, guiding him to look back. “Find what you need to find.” She says with a look of seriousness within her eyes.

She remembered. That brought a smirk to his face, a smile. “I can’t wait. Later doll.” He tips his hat at her then hurries through to the train where he’d worry about zipping back up.

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Angela waited for them to return, idly chatting with other Guests as the Mesa while seeing others in in the meantime. Finally a spark had lit in her chest when she saw William, who had opted for a black hat in the end, that meant he was here too. The Mesa Gold wasn’t big and as she continued to look around she realized that William was the only one who was here and an unfamiliar sinking feeling took over somewhere inside her.

((To be continued in Chapter 3, let me know if you want added to tag list!))

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