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It's the gentle laugh, moving like music through the air. Lapping at his eardrums, soaking every sound you make as much as he can. His gaze has now settled on you.
You haven't realised, your own gaze currently settled on the board game in front of you.

Wade lets out a loud groan, before whining unnecessarily loud, causing Logan to growl under his breath.
You look behind you, throwing your head upside down to view the grumpy man.
“You sure you don't want to play?”

“I'm an adult,” Logan mutters into his beer bottle.

You huff, mimicking his tone under your breath before focusing your attention back to the board game in front of you.
“Okay let's shake it up next round!”

Wade grinned, “Strip Scrabble!”

You roll your eyes, stifling a laugh behind your hand. Colossus grunts loudly, Yukio giggling and Ellie joining you in the expression.
“We're not even playing Scrabble, Wade,” Ellie mutters in annoyance.

Wade pouts dramatically, “So no strip Scrabble?”

“NO!”

You chuckle slightly, “I was going to suggest a little playful bet.”

Logan's gaze returns to the table, his interest slightly peaked. Gambling? This could be interesting.

“Oh? How so, Sugar?” Wade asks you, leaning his chin on his palm.

“We put real money in the Free Parking area instead. However much you want, but you have to put it in,” You suggest, your nails tapping the side of the table.

The group murmur for a moment before they agree.
Logan smirks at this.
How playful…
You drank more through this game. Afterall, it was game night and you never got to enjoy yourself to your fullest extent. Wade always hosted these parties on nights you had an early class.
But this time?
It was a Friday and no class at the Academy tomorrow.
Which meant, drinking!

The couch creaked behind you, a thud of feet and the shuffle of Logan now making his way into the kitchen. You look over, your eyes meeting his as he opens the whisky bottle. A glass slid onto the counter, he gestured to the cupboard.
You shook your head and he poured his glass.

His jeans scuffed together as he walked back to the couch. Collapsing into the cushions, he let out a quiet sigh and sunk in lower.
“Anyone won the pot yet?”

“No. Looks like we have $200 in there already,” Yukio gasped.

You tapped your nose, moving your game board token. “See? It's a bit more fun!”

Logan's eyes drift over your back. Taking in everything he could from this angle. The style of your hair, the scent drifting off your supple visible skin. Cross-legged on the floor in shorts was a view he rather enjoyed tonight, if he had to be honest to himself.
His teeth clinked against his glass, taking a deep breath.
Fuck, your scent was strong tonight. He wasn't sure why, but it was enticing him.
Pulling him forwards like the steam to a pie on a windowsill.
The similarities were sadly too similar. Like the pie on the windowsill, he wasn't allowed a bite.
And fuck…
How he wanted a bite of you.

But he couldn't.
You were too different from himself.
Even as you sat in front of him, laughing and talking with the group, he knew it wouldn't work.
Everything about you was the opposite of himself.
You were the early bird in the academy. Up with the sunrise, teached by the books, loved by all students. Wafting through the scent of happiness and joy, into every room you entered.
When your name is said, everyone smiles. Not a single person is bothered by your presence.
You're wanted in that room.

Everything about you…was just so different. The fact you even acted nice towards him felt off.
Even now, in front of him, you sat there drinking something sweet. Too sweet…how you always stomached sugary drinks and food would always bewilder him.

“Yes! Haha, suck it Wadey Boy!”
Logan blinks, watching as you jump in the air excitedly. You won the pot. Logan's eyes follow every jiggle and bounce your body makes as you rub your win in Wade's face.

The night continues, and Logan watches from the sidelines.
Slowly, one by one begin to leave until finally, it's just you and him.

“You should have joined us in a game, could have gotten a laugh out of the old Wolverine,” you laugh as you fix the living room back up. The fireplace was beginning to die and you weren't ready for bed just yet.
Crouching down, you start stoking it back to life.

“I prefer watching,” Logan shrugged.
You look over your shoulder, “Very pervy.”

“I'm not Wade.”

“I'm glad you aren't. I don't think anyway could handle two of him,” you admit with a laugh.

He shows a smile, soft and teeth slightly visible. You smile back, feeling your heart swell at his expression.
“You doing okay tonight, Logan?”

He nodded, tapping his glass with a sharp nail, “Just enjoying the quiet now.”

You giggle, sitting on the couch with him, a few cushions down. You lean back against the pillows, sliding down with knees up. Looking out the large window, you let out a gentle sigh.

“What are you thinking about?”

Logan pauses at your question.
“If I want to get something to eat or not…”

You snort quietly, spreading your knees slightly to see through to Logan. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah? I haven't eaten yet.”
He shows another smile and your stomach twists. His smile…his genuine smile was so beautiful.

Logan swirls the now empty glass, standing he cracks at his neck, “Want another drink?”

You nod, looking back out the window.

Logan pours himself another glass, grabbing you your drink of choice, he heads back.
Your fingers brush together lightly.
Your skin was so soft…he cleared his throat and sat back in his spot. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned back lazily.

Logan finds his gaze falling back into you. The silence felt odd for once. He had been alone with you in rooms plenty of times before, but tonight seemed different.
He wanted to say something.
Tell you how he thought about you…but he knew he couldn't.
You were too different.
You were too sweet for him.

You wore your heart on your sleeve, bringing happiness to everyone. It was almost infectious. Your smile would light up a room and the room down the hall, he didn't know anyone else who could do that.
And as he watched you now, sipping your drink so different to his own, he knew he couldn't say what he wanted.

But what was it he even wanted to say?
That he wished he was liked as much as you were? No…that wasn't it.

“You look so out of it, are you sure you're okay?”

Your voice. So warm and caring, it was the second most beautiful thing to bless his ears. The first, being your laugh…
“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“As long as you are.”

You always cared. About everyone.
It wasn't out of character for you to make sure everyone around you was happy. Not that it was hard. Just seeing you made him happy inside.
He craved that feeling. He craved the want of you around all the time.
But you were too different.
You were too sweet.

Logan's fingers brushed down your leg, his gaze gentle as you locked eyes.
“What's up?”

“Nothing…I just wanted to feel if you were as soft as you looked.”

You raise an eyebrow, shocked by the boldness of the man across from you. You hadn't expected him to say something like that out loud.
Stretching your legs over his thighs, you give a playful wink.
“I have been keeping up on my bedtime routine lately. I normally forget to moisturise.”

“It's paying off…” his glass was now on the coffee table. Both hands moved slowly across your legs, nails dragging.
A shiver ran up your spine, a near silent breath escaping your lips.
But Logan heard it.
Oh…oh how he heard it.

He pushed your legs apart, his body above you in a blink.
You bat your eyelashes playfully, unsure if he was being serious or not.
“Someone's confident tonight…” you whisper.

Logan looks at you, his eyes dark…hungry. You tried to steady your heart, you knew he could hear it. He would already smell how excited you had gotten from this act alone.
His teeth dragged along your neck, his tongue flat against your throat. He shuddered and pulled away.

“I'm sorry, I can't.”

You look up at him, your heart in your throat, “Why?”

“If I go any further, I wouldn't be able to stop myself and…I don't want to hurt you.”

You let out a quiet chuckle, stroking his beard gently, “You know for a fact you couldn't hurt me. On purpose or accidental.”

He moved off you, reaching back for his glass, his back to you now.
“Goodnight.”
He felt stupid. Why would he have even risked that?
He knew if he got a taste…he'd lose himself in you.

To lose himself in you was too dangerous. What he would give, to bury his fingers in your hair, tangling them in his grasp.
To taste every inch of your skin, to savour your sweetness. To drown in every noise that would escape your lips, to hear his name moaned, whimpered, whispered…
Every thought he had was something he could only dream of. But he couldn't risk it.

You were too different.
You were too sweet.

Logan was Logan.
Angry, lost, stubborn…he could think of himself in hundreds of ways, taking into account what others described him as.
But it would always be the same.
He wasn't good enough for someone like you.
Why would you, the one everyone liked, want to be dragged down by the one that was avoided.

And as he sunk into his mattress, eyes glued to the roof above him, he couldn't stop thinking about you.
Your scent infiltrated his nose, waltzing in like it lived there. Not even wiping it's shoes at the front. The warmth of your scent, so much like smoke and wood.
A bonfire in a pine forest wasn't even close to how relaxing and warm you smelt.
Did you know what you smelt like? Did you know that you drove his senses wild?
Would you even want to know?

The lingering scent of coffee and cream in the mornings, drifting from your classroom into the halls. He would walk down that hallway unnecessarily, just to smell it closer.

By afternoons, your scent would be as sweet as grapes and cherries. The subtle aftertone of your drink. It seeped through your skin and left him wild.

Everything about you…was too different.
You were too sweet compared to him.
An adult who cared for themself, who followed routine. You didn't shake it up often.
Right now, he knew you'd have already gone to bed. Curled up under the sheets and quietly snoring.
Sure enough, straining his ears he heard it.

The gentle breaths escaping your lips and into your arm. The steady heartbeat against your chest. So calm…so beautiful.
He wanted to be curled up there with you. Nose pressed into your neck, to have your scent there all for himself.
To sleep in your bed, enveloped in nothing but your scent.

Logan hissed to himself, digging his nails into his bed. He had to stop…
You were too sweet for him…and he didn't deserve someone as beautiful as you…

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Your mind is elsewhere, partly on the song that's been stuck in your head for days. Not that you can help it anyway. You're now humming it…damnit.

It's the loud thudding of books dropping to the desk you're behind that snaps yourself back to the present.
“Hey!”

Hank stares back, a little shocked at the sudden outburst, “What? Were you not listening to me, again?”

You grunt, tapping your pen against the desk.
“No…no I was not. Have you heard that song that's been on the radio nonstop lately?”

“Everytime I turn it on. It's the worst earworm in this place, next to Wade's voice,” Hank muttered rather sourly.

You can't help but snort at his response. Such a large man, pulling such a sour expression, was honestly rather cute.
“Anyway, what were you saying before you broke a book?”

“I said Charles wanted to see you. Apparently, he's been calling you and all he's heard in return is-”

“Ah…I've given him the earworm I see,” you laugh awkwardly.
Stepping from your desk, you pat Hank's arm warmly before making your way to Charles’ office.
That song is still in your head, but you really can't help but chuckle at the thought that you've now had it stuck in Charles’ head also.

“What's up?” You ask as you peek your head into his office.

Charles doesn't acknowledge you straight away, his face down as he's writing on his notepad.
“That song is rather annoying.”

“Oh it's the worst!” You laugh as you skip into his room, plopping yourself onto the seat across from him.

“I have an important task for you. I need you to head to this location and do some scouting. Not many would cope with the temperature, so I'm trusting you with this one.”
Charles slides over a folder, his eyes glancing at you all but for a moment.

You catch that gaze, your eyes squinting at him slightly as you take the manilla folder.
“What's that look for…?” You ask cautiously as you open the folder, your eye contact not breaking.

“I need Logan to go with you.”

“Oh. Oh that's fine! But why Logan?” You ask curiously. You break first, finally looking at the folder. You begin flicking through the information.

“His survival skills are more equipped for a mission like this. I can trust you'll keep him alive and vice versa. Besides, there's never a casualty when the two of you are sent off together. Unlike you and Scott.”

“It was one time, Charles! One time!” You whine loudly, sinking in your chair slightly.

“Five people died and you burned down an orphanage.” His eyes stared into you.

“We killed 5 hydra agents and accidentally burned down an abandoned orphanage!” You piped up, although his gaze was stern and unbreaking.
You pout slightly, sinking lower into your chair.
“I promise, Logan and I won't burn anything down.”

Charles finally nodded, a small smile. “Thank you. Run along, I've already passed the information off to Logan. He'll meet you in the garage by 8.”

Your backpack is relatively light. You didn't need to pack warm clothes or anything heavy anyway. Few changes of light clothing, like…a million pairs of underwear, because why would you ever pack a normal amount? As you head into the garage, you can hear the grumbles of the old weasel playing with his bike.

“I was gonna grab a Snickers and probably a Slurpee on the way to the cabin. You keen?” You call out as you throw your bag into the designated vehicle.

Logan looks over at you, his casual attire covered in oil and grime. Not that that shocks you per say. You had just hoped you wouldn't be stuck in the car with the smell.

“I thought Charles was trying to make a joke when he said you'd be coming,” Logan muttered as he wiped his hand on a rag before heading towards the car.

You stick your tongue out for your response before sliding into the passenger seat, “Drive me to the cabin chauffeur!”

Logan growls slightly, “Don't push your luck, bub.”

Rain hammers above, thundering on the roof of the car. Twisting and turning through the mountains, watching rain then to snow. The views outside the window become darker and darker until the sun has hidden itself across the world and the moon rises.
Moonlight paves the world below, showering the road in its rays.

“How much longer until we're at the safe house?” You yawn, your voice breaking through the radio.

Logan checks his watch, his left hand gripping the wheel. “‘nother hour. Got any of that Slurpee left?”

You look into the cup, moving the straw around. “I have the dredges…”

Logan holds his right hand towards you. You hand him the cup, eyes glued to the larger man.
“You want my dredges?” You ask with a snug smile.

Logan rolls his eyes as he finishes the cup, shoving the empty plastic into you. “Don't be inappropriate. We're working.”

You gasp dramatically, the back of your hand on your forehead, “I forgot! We can only make out and fondle when we're drinking and off the clock!”

“Watch it…” Logan hissed.

You smirk, poking his cheek, “I'm playing with you. It's been awkward since the other month. Like you've been avoiding me. I promise, I don't have cooties!”

“Will you grow up? We were drunk.”

“You can't get drunk. So don't play that song.”

Logan glances at you briefly, and for a moment, just a glimpse, you see something in his eyes.
“Whatever…” he mutters.

You stay silent, trying to understand what you saw.
Was that…fear, in his eyes? Why would the all mighty Wolverine, be scared about?
Logan literally spat bullets and shredded enemies. What would bring fear to his eyes, even for just a moment?

The tires crunching against snow brought your attention back to outside the window.
The headlights danced across the front of a darkened cabin.
The blanket of snow a few feet deep on the path.

Logan turned the car off, the two of you sitting in silence. It didn't take long for the windows to begin to fog up.

“Fuck your body temperature is annoying some days,” Logan mumbled as he climbed out the car.

You laugh, stepping out from your side. Your boots sunk slightly into the snow and you giggle to yourself. Opening the back door, you leaned in and grabbed your backpack.
Logan's eyes met yours and once again, you stuck your tongue out.

“Child. You're a child.”

“And you're a senior citizen. Rawr.”

Logan shoved his bag into your face, causing you to stumble back and fall ass down into the snow.
You hear his laugh in the darkness, the crunching of his boots as he walked towards the cabin.
You sit there for a few minutes. Enjoying the slight temperature drop. But also, relishing in his laugh.

Oh…how your heart swelled at that laugh.
Logan's bark…was so beautiful. What you would give to hear it more often.

“Oi, dumbass, get your ass inside so you can get the fire going!”

Smiling to yourself, you push up and head into the cabin.
Small, cozy and quiet.
“Why do I have to light it?” You huff.

Logan glares at you from the kitchen, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“Are you being serious?”

“Yee?”

“You're a fucking fire mutant?!” He barked.

There it was…the expression that caused the knot in your stomach and maybe a bit of excitement elsewhere. Riling Logan up was your bread and butter.
“Oh yeah! I always forget that!” You tease playfully as you flick the flame into the fireplace.

The wind howled around the cabin, wood creaking against it, fighting back to stay standing.
Bed springs echoed in your room.
Tossing and turning, you grumbled to yourself as you tried to make yourself comfortable.

You couldn't sleep properly.
One memory playing on repeat. It kept your brain going. It kept your heart racing.
It hurt now…it never used to.

“Stop moving and go to sleep!” Logan yelled from his own room.

You pouted, gripping into your pillow.
Your eyes closing, trying your hardest to fall asleep.
But it doesn't go away.

Logan and you…
You're on the slide in the park, Logan smoking above you, leaning against the bars.
The stars above you two, you're telling him what each constellation is and what it means.
You expected him to laugh at you. Mock you even.
But he didn't…he doesn't.

You stayed up for hours with him, delving into your hyper fixation…and he listened.
He smiled, asked questions…
Logan Howlett…the Wolverine.
Listened to your ramblings about star signs.

It's the first night you two kissed. Buts that’s all that ever happens. You'll kiss briefly and then nothing for god knows how long.
But that was your first kiss with him…and one you could never forget.
It sparked your soul.
Set your heart on fire.
If you weren't already constantly running a dangerously high temperature, you'd be on fire around him.

But Logan…was Logan. He was distant, moody and troubled. You weren't even sure if he was still in love with Jean or not.
You never knew what was running through his head.
You wanted to. But you weren't like Jean or Charles.
No…
Instead you were useful for starting fires and being hot headed. You were known for jumping down people's throats and conclusions.
You were known for being difficult. But you were also known for being by yourself.

You finally felt the cool blanket of sleep take over and you let it envelope you in its embrace.

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The blizzard raged outside the window, whipping against the glass in front of, Logan. The smell of burning wood enticed his nose, begging him to look away from the misery outside, and the current beauty inside. He didn’t want to turn around; he couldn’t bring himself to look…at you.
You’re sitting on the couch, glasses perched on your nose as you go over the files, you brought. Because of course you would bring them. He knows you can’t just wing missions; it wasn’t your style. You always had to be on the know-how.
He scoffed; it’s what made you a reliable partner.
For missions.
Yeah…for missions.
“It might be smart to stay here while I do some recon. What do you think?”
Your voice rips through him and he finally succumbs and turns to look at you. His knees could have buckled, your gaze soft and calm. It fueled him…
“You think I’d let you have all the fun? Pfft, yeah right bub,” he snorted as he pushed himself to walk towards you.
Each step felt like he wanted to yell; why was he feeling like this today?
You laugh, it’s melodic, “You think you can handle a blizzard?”
He looks down at you, trying his hardest not to respond the way he wants, but the way he should.
“We were sent together, which means we work together. Besides, if you need backup, I can’t exactly protect your ass from the cabin, can I?”
You take your glasses off, folding them carefully and sitting them and the file on the coffee table, “No, I suppose you’re right. Make sure you’re warm. I want to leave shortly.”
Logan nods, leaving the room to rummage for whatever clothing he brought that might keep him warm enough during a blizzard. He had somewhat underestimated the weather, but it didn’t matter. Worse came to worse, he’d stay close to you.
The sun that brought the warmth to his cold nights.
“What is taking you so long? You look pretty, stop changing your shoes!”
He feels his eye twitch at your comment, knowing your smug smirk would be plastered on your face.
“Don’t get your embers splashed, I’m ready,” he grunts as he walks towards the cabins door.
You grin up at him, your skin glowing.
Of course, it was glowing…you had to keep extra warm after all. That was all it was.
And as his boots crunched through the snow, his lashes freezing to his skin with every blink.
“It’s freezing, what temp is it?” he called out through the wind.
His voice carries on the wind but yours, yours mingles with it, dancing and entwining to grace his ears.
“Cold enough, Wolvy. If my directions are right, we’re nearing another cabin.”
Logan groans, rubbing at his chest.
You’re in front of him, not glowing as brightly as he had expected. You stand out enough for him through the blizzard, a beacon of light. When weren’t you though? Your hair moved dangerously behind you; he wanted to pull it back for you. Keep it from your face.
He also wanted to pull it, gripped in his fist to tilt your head back while he looked down at you. On your knees between his legs…
“There!”
He blinked a few times, annoyed he let himself get distracted so easily. Squinting, he could make out a blob not far away. Catching up with you, the two of you walk side by side to the cabin.
“Was this an educated guess, or did you know this would be here?” Logan asks as the cabin comes into view.
A cabin, a garage and what looked like a boat shed with a dock.
You squint your eyes, no ice stuck to your lashes and no snow on your face. He smiles slightly down at you.
“It was an educated feeling. I wouldn’t say I guessed it, but I had a gut feeling. Come on,” you chuckle as the two of you head towards the cabin.
Logan looks around, nose to the wind. There were scents mingled in the wind, but nothing that was concerning as of yet.
You trot up the creaking wooden steps, your boots dropping snow onto the porch. You look through the slightly broken window, noticing a kitchen on one side, a staircase that sat across from the entry way, and another doorway to the right.
“Is anyone here?” you ask.
Logan shook his head, snow falling from his hair and onto his shoulders.
You giggle and he feels your fingers on him. Your brushing the snow from him, so gently, so warmly. He swallows the lump in his throat before nodding at the door.
“Is it locked?”
Blinking a few times, you smirk darkly; so playfully and mischievous. The door is kicked open, your grin enlarging.
Logan rolls his eyes, “Any excuse to get away with breakin a door, eh bub?”
“I never get to break down doors!” you giggle.
The two of you enter the cabin, floorboards creaking beneath the boots. Logan gestures towards the kitchen and you motion to the stairs. He gives you a nod, trusting your gut.
You move up the stairs, as quietly as one can with old wood. Looking over the banister, you notice two rooms. You peak into the room to the left; a simple bedroom. You grimace, noticing the mouldy mattress; a hole above the bed that had let the elements in.
You closed the door, heading to the other room.
It was a bathroom. You frown as you look around. Simple white tiled floor and walls. Opening the medicine cabinet above the porcelain sink. Nothing much in there, a toothbrush, some old toothpaste and a roll of bandages. As you close the cabinet, the drawn shower curtains from the tub grab your attention.
Your eyes narrow, a very slight movement of the fabric not missing your attention. You turn silently; fingers outstretched as the material is gripped between them.
Ripping it back, you let out a mortified scream, falling to the floor and scrambling around.
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Logan opens and closes cabinets lazily in the kitchen. No recent food or anything to show someone had been here recently. He was now regretting not actually reading the file. He was aware they were doing some scouting and looking for something. But, he hadn’t paid much attention after that.
He had too been too distracted with, Charles pairing him with you. A part of him had wondered if, Charles knew about the feelings he had for you.
Or was it purely for the fact you could survive in subarctic conditions, but still needed backup?
He opened the fridge, grimacing at the smell before closing it again. Sliding his hands in his pockets, the kitchen looped around to the lounge room. Nothing exactly shouting out much, that he should be concerned about anyway. Kicking the crumbled fireplace, soot toppled from the logs, and he tilted his head.
That, was fresh soot. His eyes glanced around the room. The windows were cracked, pieces missing and water damage was everywhere. If someone had been staying here, they wouldn’t have been able to stay very warm.
But as his gaze moved back to the fireplace, he felt his heart throb.
All he wanted to be doing right now, was lying on the couch, fire roaring across from you and he. Your head on his chest, his fingers entangled in your hair. Lips grazing over bare skin, until the two of you became a mess of tangled limbs, a moaning mess, a hungry force.
“Fuck sake…” he hissed to himself as he smacked at his face slightly.
Had it really been that long since any form of hookup, he was getting flustered like a teenage boy again?
Well, yes, it had been too long. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to sleep with anyone since…since the first mission with you.
Your scream ripped him back to the current moment in time, his feet moved first before his mind, and he was already at the top of the stairs; chest heaving.
You were on the bathroom floor, a creature of fur in your grasp as you had now began laughing.
“What the fuck, was the screaming for?” he barked; now slightly irked at himself.
You turn to look at him, lifting the creature higher, “This lil guy jump scared me!”
Logan takes a step back, finally registering what you were holding, “Bub, put that back…”
“He’s just a lil guy, he baby!” you laugh as you get to your feet. You giggle, looking the baby skunk over. “Logan, look how cute he is!”
His eye twitches at the sound of his name being spoken with a giggle like that. “I shouldn’t have to warn a grown adult, that skunks should not be handled.”
“Then don’t,” you shrug as you move past him to go back downstairs.
“Hey, whoa what are you doing?” he barked.
You looked back up at him from the bottom step, eyes wide as if you were confused what he was now asking.
“I’m going to go check the garage?”
“I mean with the skunk!”
You look down at the baby in your hands and your smile stabs him in the chest. A soft smile, eyes twinkling with happiness from the small creature in your soft hands.
“Keep him warm for now,” you responded before sliding him inside your jacket.
Logan hears a few happy squeaks, and he groans as he follows you. “It’s not comin back to the cabin with us.”
“No clue what you’re talking about,” you mumbled in a playful tone. The two of you walk back outside.
Logan watches as you walk through the snow. His chest heaved as he quickly run to catch up.
The garage was empty, a car that had been stripped for parts and some oil stains.
“Lame,” you mumbled before walking over to the boat shed.
The door creaked loudly, hinges whining with lack of use. Snow fell from the gaping holes in the roof.
“This place smells like it was used, and it recently,” Logan mumbles.
You grin, “At least something’s been used!”
He rolls his eyes as the two of you look around.
Shelves lined with random items, some for boats and some just rubbish. Empty soup cans scattered the floor, you kick one and watch it spin out towards the dock.
Logan crouches down, looking under the shelves; his nose now catching the waft of something foul.
“I think I found ya pet’s nest.”
You turn, eyeing Logan off on his knees. A thought rushes through your mind, him kneeling on the bed between your legs. Rolling your own eyes, you crouch beside him.
“Oh! They’re so cute.”
Logan sucks his teeth, “If you say so.”
Unzipping your jacket, you place the little skunk in the nest with his family, noting the mother was out which meant she was getting food. You frown a little, now wondering why this one was so far away from the others. Deciding you didn’t want to think on it too much, you go back to looking around the shed.
Boats hung from the ceiling, ropes frayed and riddled with mould from time. You run your nails along a boat that’s hooked to the wall. Splintered and faded wood. You shake your hand, wiping it down your legs before the can that you had kicked not long before gained your attention again.
It was at the end of the dock, and something was nudging at you to go get it. Humming to yourself, you walked out to do just that. As you crouched to grab it, something prickled at the back of your neck.
Your gaze moved up slowly, catching eye of movement across the frozen lake. Tilting your head, you watch as it moved. It wasn’t an animal; it’s movements too upright. You knew bears could walk on hind legs, but it wasn’t their go to way of movement.
“Logan, come here please.”
He grunted as he walked up behind you, “What’s wrong?”
“Over there, what is that?” You ask as you stand up.
His eyes narrow, looking through the blizzard he was able to make out a moving figure. “Smells like an animal, don’t stress.”
“But it’s on two legs,” you whisper.
Logan grunts as he sniffs the air. It’s harder to pick up the scent with the wind, but his body was starting to feel numb. A skeleton system of adamantium was clearly going to cause problems in weather like this, granted, it was going to take a lot longer than normal.
“I can’t tell ya, bub. It’s probably a bear.”
You frown, not satisfied with the answer.
But as you take a step closer to the end of the dock, the figure begins moving. And it’s moving fast.
Too fast for a bear.
Logan’s eyes widen as the smell now hits him.
“Werewolf, run!” he barks as he grabs at you.
Boots hammer down on the wooden dock, the sound of something running behind you both has now filled your ears.
A werewolf? You look over your shoulder; curiosity gaining your interest.
Salvia dripping from yellowed fangs narrowly miss your face as it’s jaw snaps shut.
Wolverine turns, slamming his claws into its stomach.
It’s howl echoes through the wind; its own claws digging into Logan’s back as it stumbles backwards down the dock.
Your eyes widen as the two hit the frozen lake. The ice cracked loudly, and you take off running towards them.
Water that cold would cause issues to, Logan, you know it.
“Logan, let go!” you yell as you leap onto the ice.
The two are fighting, admit it’s a bit silly looking with the two skating and slipping on the ice.
Blood and fur spray across your face as you crash tackle, Logan to the ice. “I said stop!”
The werewolf howled once more as it’s jaw clamps around your ankle.
Yelling in shock, your body erupted in flames causing the werewolf to let you go.
Logan looked up, his body now too numb to feel anything, “What are you doing?” He barked.
Your eyes dart across the lake, and you react fast. Shoving, Logan with all your force, he slides across to the edge of the bank. The ice beneath you and the werewolf gives way, and you both vanish from view.
“NO!” Logan bellowed as he scrambled to his feet. Slipping on the ice, he landed on his stomach. “No! What the fuck?” he yelled.
The ice wasn’t thick enough where he knew he needed to stand but he didn’t care. Crawling quickly, he made his way to the opening just as you resurfaced.
He grabbed at your shoulders, yanking you free from the ice water. Cracking caught his ears, and he hurried to get you two from the lake. Throwing you onto the dock, he stabbed his claws through the wood as the ice gave way once more.
His lower half fell through, his body now screaming in pain.
“F-Fuck!” He hissed as he kicked himself up.
The two of you splayed out on your backs on the dock, panting heavily.
“W-We need to get back to the cabin,” you chitter.
And as the two of you make your way back through the blizzard toward the safe house; Logan is quiet. No smartass comments, no snarky remarks. He stays quiet, his eyes constantly looking down at you; arms around each other to hold the other up.
Shouldering the front door open, Logan slams it closed with his shoe.
“Get in the bath, warm yourself up before you get sick,” Logan instructed.
You snort, although your body temperature ran high, a dunk in below freezing water showed you, that you could in fact feel the cold. “I-I’m fine.”
Logan’s gaze falls to your ankle, and you try your best to hide your foot.
“S-Seriously.”
He grunts, his fingers gripping your shoulder as he drags you to the small bathroom.
It’s a shower tub; you’re not a fan of shower tubs because you couldn’t stand shower curtains. Why did they always insist on touching you while you showered? Like, ew, give me space?
Water hammered down into the slightly yellowed porcelain, steam filling the room quickly.
“Undress, I need to clean your wound. You don’t heal like me,” he huffs as he leaves.
You sigh, not feeling like arguing with, Logan right now. Your ankle was killing you, and you were freezing.
Dropping your clothing in a heap, you stepped into the tub, the almost boiling water soothing your skin. You sink down, sighing happily as your skin was slowly, very slowly, but surely, heating up.
Logan came back into the room, first aid box in hand. He sits it on the toilet lid and kneels beside the bath. His eyes are, for once, not moving over you and you feel a chuckle in your chest.
He gestures with a hand, a cleaning pad in the other. You oblige, lifting your leg from the water and handing him your ankle.
In this moment, you now felt exposed. Like a nerve.
Logan dabbed at the bite mark, noticing the deep holes some had caused. You had been caught good.
“So, am I going to be a werewolf now?” You ask to break the silence between the two of you.
Logan leaned over, turning the tap off once he deemed the water level was sufficient. “You will only get the disease if it’s a full moon night. During the day, you’re safe. But you already know that.”
“Mhmm, I just wanted to tease.”
“You’re doing plenty of that right now,” he muttered under his breath. He knew you wouldn’t have heard him, and he could accept that.
Bandaging the ankle, his fingers moved gently and precise. He knew how to cover a wound or two and in this situation, he wanted to be sure it was cleaned and covered.
“You’re shaking.”
Logan blinks, “I am?”
“Mhmm. Join me.”
It was as if he had been waiting for the question. No, no it wasn’t a question. It was an invitation.
His clothing slid from his skin, his belt taking a bit longer than he expected. His eyes moved to you, and he chuckled, you weren’t looking at him; as if giving him some privacy for this moment.
But when he climbed into the tub, your eyes moved back to him. watching him intently as he slid into the boiling water. It was cramped but it was clear neither of you minded.
“Turn around,” you whispered.
Ignoring the bandage, you slid your leg back under the water as you moved yourself up the tub slightly more.
He obliges, turning to lay between your legs. His eyes close instantly when the water runs over his hair.
Your fingers move through the dark locks, slowly. The shampoo running down the side of his neck.
The water may have been hot, but your body temperature had risen back to it’s natural state. And it warmed him, in a different way to the way the water did right now.
Each touch you delivered, was thoughtful, careful, and precise. Exploring his hair as if you wanted to feel every individual strand. He wasn’t going to argue. He wasn’t going to say how unprofessional this was, how they were probably breaking multiple rules for co-workers.
Why would he?
In this moment, he felt safe.
The sun had risen and was now currently behind him, a solar eclipse. Shining down on him, reminding him of happy moments the two of you had shared.
But he knew, it wouldn’t work. Even if he traded his soul for it, he wouldn’t.
You were too sweet.
You were the sun, and he was the moon, destined to share the same sky but apart. It felt unfair when he thought about it, but it was what it had to be.
He couldn’t risk hurting you, you didn’t deserve that.
He loved you and it wasn’t something he could admit.
What if you didn’t feel the same way? He would destroy the friendship he had managed to build with you.
The few times they kissed, he felt like he had ruined it then. But yet, you would simply smile and ask him how he was. As if it had never happened.
Is that what you wanted, though? To not have it happen.
Sparking brought him back, eyes opening to only be greeted by darkness.
Your quiet chuckle moved through his bones, he wanted to sit up, but he couldn’t. He was glued in this moment in time, to you.
“Guess the blizzard knocked the power. Easy enough fix, but I’m not getting out right now. Did you?”
“Not exactly,” Logan mumbled, his eyes closing again.
Your fingers continued through his hair and once you were clearly satisfied he was clean, they moved to his shoulders.
Groaning slightly, he leaned more into your touch. Your fingers moving so perfectly across his bones.
“Are you feeling any better?”
Sighing quietly, Logan tilted his head slightly to the side, “Getting there. The icy dip didn’t seem to agree with the adamantium.”
“Makes sense. You would die out there after a few days, but you wouldn’t survive long in those waters.”
He chuckled, “You would die in those waters too.”
“Of course I would, I don’t have healing powers.”
“I meant, it would dowse your flame, completely.”
It was quiet for a bit; the only sounds were the water splashing slightly from your hands and the occasional drip from the faucet.
“Waters getting cold,” you finally whisper.
“Can you heat it back up?”
“Fire doesn’t mix with water, and it doesn’t work that way.”
Logan finally opens his eyes, grunting as he stood. His body wanted to stay, stay in your embrace and let you explore his body the way he wanted. But, you weren’t thinking that way. He didn’t know what you thought about. He could never guess or assume.
He jumped slightly when a towel moved across his back and shoulders.
“No, here,” he whispered as he turned, covering your head with a towel. A smile moved onto his face. “You’re the injured one.”
You huff under the cotton, pulling it off your face, but before you can make a snarky retort, he lifts you up.
A squeak leaves your throat as, Logan carries you in the dark towards the living room. You flick a flame to the wood and the fireplace erupts with light.
Light dances around the room, the two of you now in the middle of the room. Logan was still holding you, bridal style and you finally let out a chuckle.
“I must admit, I never thought I’d be carried like this unless it was my wedding night.”
“You’ve thought about having a wedding?”
You shrug, “Depends on the guy, I guess. My ankle is fine, you can put me down.”
Logan grunts, setting you down softly. He notices your wince and lack of pressure on that foot, but he keeps his mouth shut. You fix the towel up higher on your body, looking towards the fireplace.
“No proper heating tonight. It would be smarter to sleep in the living room then. I’ll…go get dressed and bring the blankets out here.”
Logan watched you walk towards your room before he thinks he should do the same. So, he does, he changes into loose sweats and a singlet, knowing he wont be overly cold but still.
When he leaves the room, he raises an eyebrow at you.
“What?”
“Are we sleeping beside one another?”
You nod, “I can keep you warmer for the night and make sure the fire is alive. I feel shit that your body temp dropped so dangerously low as it is.”
“I should be saying that about you! You were the one who was submerged.”
Your shoulders shrug, “Not like I haven’t had it happen before. Come on, I’m exhausted.”
Logan stares, what sort of comment was that? He sighed, deciding he didn’t have the energy to argue.
Climbing into the bed you had made (you had brought your mattress out of the room) he lifted the blankets up to his chest. His arms were behind his head.
Fire crackling mixed with howling wind moved through the cabin.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m warm, if that’s what you’re asking,” Logan replied.
The blankets shifted and his heart slammed into his throat when your head rested on his chest.
“I want to make it clear…”
Logan held onto your words, every part of him screaming to confess right here and now. To take your lips against his own. To feel every ounce of your skin against his. Your body squirming beneath you. Did you like it rough? Or did you crave it slow?
“Nowhere in the files, did it state a werewolf was in this area.”
Logan blinked and sighed; he distracted himself again. Shit.
“What did the file say?”
“You didn’t read it, did you?”
“Fuck no.”
“Figures.”
You moved again, getting more comfortable on the larger body, Logan having more squish to his muscles than you had expected. You guessed, when they weren’t being ‘used’ they would be relaxed and soft.
“There had been reports of animals being killed and some livestock going missing. Nothing in concrete, but Charles suspected something wasn’t normal. I don’t think he expected us to run into whatever it could possibly be though.”
“Where there’s one, there’s always more though,” Logan grunted.
You nodded, letting yourself relax more against him. His breathing relaxed you, his heart thumping melodically in his ribcage beneath your ear.
“We can worry about it tomorrow…”
Before Logan could respond, you had fallen asleep.
His eyes stared at the ceiling before he allowed his arm to wrap around you. He held you close, as if protecting you from the cold of the night. From the wind that raged outside, threatening to break through the door and disturb the moment you two had right now.
Logan wasn’t sure how long he stayed awake, enjoying the moment he had. It wanted to savour it, relish in it, have the image engraved and burned into his mind so he would never forget it.
Because, right now the moon was awake, and the sun was asleep. And when the sun would rise tomorrow, it would be as if it never happened.
But that’s how it was supposed to be.
You were the sun.
And he was the moon.
But oh…how he wished he could be a sun for you.

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Logan watched as you paced around the room, phone to your ear. You seemed stressed and he didn't blame you. From the overheard voices, a werewolf attack wasn't expected on you and the others on the other end were not happy.

“They want us to come back and regroup,” you whispered over, covering the mouth piece.

“It might be the smartest idea, bub,” Logan replied.

You rolled your eyes before continuing the argument.
Logan sighed, playing with a loose thread on his pants. The thought of staying and possibly watching you harmed again, scared him. But you were stubborn. Fuck, you were stubborn.

You hung up and turned to look at him, “I gave us an extra three days. If I'm hurt again, or even you, we go back.”

*Are you sure you want to stay?” Logan asked carefully.

You waved your hand in annoyance towards him, a hand on your hip, “I swear to the Gods, you're all insufferable. I was bitten. If he brought me dinner first, I'd have asked him to keep going.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, “You into that sorta stuff, huh bub?”

You chuckled, feeling a different warmth move across your body, “Not the point. Now, I'm heading back out and either you can follow or you can sit and drink.”

“I can follow and drink,” Logan chuckled as he walked out to get himself warmed up.
When he met you outside, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
You did not look like you were dressed for snow hiking.

“Alright, I was able to go over a map at breakfast and I think I have a bunch of where the pack might be,” You said with a nod before you started walking through the thick snow.

Logan followed beside you, “So, you haven't told me what we're doin.”

“If you read the files, you'd know. There's been werewolves causing trouble, however, we didn't know they were werewolves until yesterday.”

Logan looked down at your legs, “Does it hurt?”

“Eh.”

The walk was silent between you two as shoes trudged through snow. The longer you two walked, the colder it began to feel. Logan rubbed at his chest, cursing at his bones. He was not made for this shit.

“Huh…”

“What's wrong?” Logan asked as he followed your gaze.

“There isn't supposed to be a house out this way. Let's go check it out!”

Logan stared at you in shock, “Don't be so fuckin excited about that.”

You merely laughed as you hurried towards the porch. Your hand lit up with a small flame as you looked through the cracked glass.
“Stinks in there…”

Logan moved you out of the way gently, opening the door. “You think it stinks, I'm smellin it way worse…”

Walking in cautiously, Logan looked around. He felt your hand on his back, gently trying to shove him in quicker. He sniffed the air.
“There's somethin upstairs.”

Nodding, you slunk away, ignoring Logan's whisper of staying. Moving as silently as you could towards the stairs, you froze when a single floorboard creaked. Your eyes darted to where Logan was standing.
His eyes were wide, the floorboard under his boot.

Before either of you could move, you screamed in pain as something barrelled into you, smashing you through the wall into the snow.

“Oi!” Logan yelled as he rushed forward before he was tackled to the ground.
Jaws snapped at him, grabbing at the muzzle he pushed it open and backwards, causing the werewolf to help in pain and retreat.

Rolling in the snow, you felt your body engulfed with flames, holding the werewolf tightly in your grasp. It was struggling and helping, clawing and biting at you to free itself.
You closed your eyes, heart pounding as your body heat began rising dangerously.

“L-Let go!” The werewolf managed to croak out before he finally went limp.
You dropped it instantly, panting as you tried to calm yourself. You turned to see where Logan was when you were attacked from behind.

“I am so sick of this shit!” You yelled in frustration as the flames burned brighter. The werewolf latched his fangs into your shoulder and attempted to ragdoll you. Squeezing your eyes tightly, you focused on your flames.
He wasn't letting go and you were now hearing yells and howls from inside the house.

“L-Logan!” You whispered as your eyes ripped open. Struggling with the lycan on your back, you fought your way closer to the building.

Logan slashed forwards, kicking behind him. The Lycans were circling him and he growled in anger. He was outnumbered and he had no idea where you had gone or if you were okay.
“I'm gettin real tired of this shit…” he hissed as he launched himself at the tallest lycan.
His claws stabbed through its throat easily and he watched it fall backwards.

“LOGAN, GET OUT!”

His head whipped around to see you rushing in, a mostly charred and boned lycan stuck to your back. He forced a laugh, “YOU LOOK LIKE JOHNNY!”

You ignored his comment as you directed flame balls towards the ones that still circled him.
“GET OUT, NOW!”

Logan scurried away from the burning flames, shocked at the heat that was now filling the house. He rolled into the snow, patting out a small flame that had clung to his jacket.
Looking up at the building, he was knocked backwards by the explosion that followed swiftly.

“N-No…” he whispered.

Dragging yourself out, you collapsed face first into the snow. The snow sizzled and melted as you sunk, body temp dropping quickly.

“A-Are you okay?” Logan asked as he checked you over quickly.

You have a thumbs up before you rolled onto your back. Your skin was smudged with ash, but a grin was plastered on your face.
“I just took on a whole fucking pack of werewolves!”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking over at the smouldering building, “I'm impressed, bub.”

“You wish you could do that much damage at once,” you laughed as you slowly sat up. Groaning at the cold briefly, you yawned loudly.
“Safe to say, Charles will be happy I finished this in less than the 3 days we were given.”

“You seem pretty cocky about that,” Logan chuckled as he helped you up. He felt your body warm up more than it was normally, grateful he didn't need to ask for some warmth.

“There were heaps in there, plus the one we drowned yesterday, it seems about the right number for a pack out this way,” you shrugged as you both began walking back to the house.

As you entered the house and tossed shoes off, Logan looked over at you.
“What?” You asked as you slid your thin jacket off to hang over the back of the dining room chair.

Your eyes widened as Logan moved quickly, his hand gripping the back of your head and pulling you in roughly.
His lips smashed against yours, fingers gripping into his jacket tightly over his chest.
Your body warmed up, ignoring it you fell harder into the kiss.
Teeth clacked against one another as Logan forced your lips open with his tongue.

You pulled away, gasping for breath as you locked eyes with him, “L-Logan?”

“Unless you tell me to, I ain't stoppin.”

Embers flicked from your hair as you pulled him back in. He lifted you effortlessly, slamming you onto the table. A moan escaped your lips and it only fueled his kissing harder.
His hands now wandered your body, gripping and tugging to free you of the material that hid you from him.

You heard a tear and broke the kiss, “D-Don’t rip my clothing! I liked that shirt!”

“I'll buy ya new ones.”
His response was gruff, pupils full blown with lust. You felt your heart catch as a claw unsheathed and continued to rip off your clothing. You groaned in annoyance as your bra dropped to the table.

“You fuckin better, bras are expensive.”

He didn't respond as his tongue and teeth trailed down your body. You groaned quietly as his teeth bit into you roughly. Holding back a moan for a brief moment, he forced it out of you when he latched his teeth onto your breast.
Your fingers gripped into his soft hair, gripping him tightly.

“F-Fuck Logan.”

He growled darkly, teeth piercing harder into your breast. He lapped at the tiny amount of blood he drew, before continuing his journey of your body.
He dragged his nails down your sides, dipping his tongue along your navel. He could smell your arousal and all it was doing was fuelling him.

He had smelt your arousal many times before, but knowing in full confidence, he was the reason for it, was bringing him out. He lifted your legs easily and over his shoulders. He kicked his lips before he dragged his tongue flat against your cunt.

“L-Logan!” You called out in shock.

“Focus on nothin but my tongue, baby,” he purred before he continued to lick. He nipped and dragged his teeth along your folds, earning whimpers, moans and quiet begs to fall from your lips.
It was music to his ears.

He latched himself onto your clit and you screamed his name as you came against his tongue. Your fingers ripped at his scalp, trying to pull him away as he continued to roll his tongue around your clit.
His eyes widened when small flicks of fire hit his face from your public area.

“T-Too much!” You cried out and he finally let go.

He wiped his chin, glistening with your juices.
“Fuck you taste better than I could have imagined.”

You parted your legs further, face flushed darkly as your chest heaved, “T-That felt amazing.”

“Did you know how hot it gets down there? Careful not to burn my cock now, baby.”

You tossed your head back to hide your face briefly before you shot him a glare, “Tease me and I will be sure to.”

He smirked darkly, undoing his belt and zipping himself free, “I might like that.”

You hissed in frustration, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, “Fuck me already.”

“Been waitin for the day to hear you say that,” he grunted.
He lined his cock up against your cunt, rubbing it slowly. “You're so wet for me…”

“Logan-”

“So impatient-”

A car in the distance caused him to turn his head, “Someone's here…”

You blinked a few times before hissing in annoyance, “You're kidding?!”

Logan reluctantly pulled away, trying his hardest to focus on the car. It was indeed coming towards them. “Wait there.”

“Like I have a fucking choice,” you huffed. Despite the comment, you slipped from the table and slunk to grab clothing.

Logan fixed himself up before looking out the window. He hissed in annoyance, “It's Scott and Kitty.”

“What? Why are they here?” You grunted as you walked out, dressed and hair brushed down.

Logan ran his eyes over you, “I ain't done with you yet.”

“We can pin it for now,” you mumbled before opening the door. The car pulled up and Kitty phased through the door.

“Charles sent us!”

“I can see that,” you replied, folding your arms over your chest. “He didn't tell me that this morning.”

“He felt that you two needed support,” Scott replied as he started walking up the stairs.

You stepped aside as the two X-Men entered the house. “Love that…”

Scott looked over to Logan briefly before looking back over to you, “Everything okay? It's extremely warm in here but the fires not going.”

“We just got back from setting fire to their base and I was still warm from the fight,” you replied. Wasn't like you were lying anyway.

“You can leave now,” Logan said bluntly.

“We've been told to stay the remainder 3 days,” Kitty shrugged as she started rummaging through the fridge.

“In case you two haven't noticed, there's only two rooms,” Logan scoffed.

“Scott and you can share one bed, and I'll stay with Fireball over there. She'll keep me warm,” Kitty laughed.

You blinked a few times before sighing, it couldn't be helped. “Sounds fine to me.”

Logan stared at you in defeat, his chest tight. He really wanted to pick up where he was forced to stop and Scott had gone and cock blocked him…again.
—

After dinner, Kitty and you sat in front of the fire, Kitty watching as you flicked with the flames playfully.
Logan was sulking on the couch, whiskey in hand as Scott read from his book on the other side of the couch.

He was pissed.
And he couldn't do anything about it without causing Scott to be suspicious…
It was like hellfire having to sit here and pretend nothing had happened earlier.