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“I’m gonna kill the Cajun for letting you get this drunk.”

The mansion was dark and quiet, the typical state for a weeknight. You should have been a good, responsible X-Man, tucked away in bed at a reasonable hour to ensure a proper day ahead. Instead, you were gone- stumbling and giggling at absolutely nothing. Thankfully, you were still acutely conscious not to wake the whole school sneaking back in and fully aware of how pissed Logan was for waking him up at 3 AM to babysit you. No greeting, no pleasant little smile upon seeing you, just an immediate shush as you stumbled into his arms. Trying not to laugh more at Logan’s scowl while he ushered you towards his bedroom was an almost futile effort.

“I’m fully capable of getting myself this drunk, Logan. Remy has nothing to do with it,” you countered.

Logan rolled his eyes, “I’m aware, bub.”

His firm grip on your arm waned once you were in his room. You giggled at the sigh that slipped through Logan’s nose as he gingerly closed the door. That perpetually furrowed brow didn’t settle as he heard you laugh, continuing to keep a careful eye as you staggered over to sit on the edge of the bed. Immediately, you caught the smoked cigar on his nightstand. “Oh, I see you were breaking the rules tonight, too. How many times has Charles told you not to smoke inside?”

Logan grunted in response, walking over to the nightstand and picking up the cigar. He lit it with a flick of the lighter, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke that hung lazily in the air. “About as many times he’s told you about the curfew.”

Despite your head spinning, you felt a frown stretch across your face. It was more than apparent he was in a mood with the nearly fifth huff you heard rise from his chest. His guard dog tendencies never had to be active this late into the night. Feeling slightly guilty, you attempted to flash him a more conscious look, “You didn’t have to stay up and wait for me. I know the Wolverine needs his beauty sleep.”

That glare softened for a moment. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he let out a silent laugh. “Last thing I would have wanted was for you to get caught sneaking in and have to face the wrath of Scott Summers.”

"I can handle Scott if it came down to it. I’ve gotten a lecture from him before," you replied with a smirk, leaning back on the bed. The longer you spoke, the stronger the desire to finally pass out became. But you resisted and pushed yourself up.

Logan took one last puff of his cigar before putting it out. "Yeah, we all have. Let's try to avoid another scenario altogether."

You nodded, eagerly bobbing your head with a mock obedience. You always knew how to disarm that rough asshole exterior, even when you were five drinks in. The slightest touch could make that grimace fade, followed by a soft grin or even the 50th compliment of how good he looked in the flannel you picked out for him. You’d always tease him for it, boasting just how easy it was to tame the Wolverine, and you’d always be met with that scowl settling back in. You loved it.

You approached Logan carefully, trying to hide the slight wobble in your step. He gave you a playful eye roll as you wrapped your arms around his waist and him towards you. You melted in the feel of his hands roaming down your torso to rest on your hips. His body was tired, contrasting how slippery and loose you felt. “I missed you tonight, Logan,” you whispered into his ear. The leathery scent of his cigar clung to him. "You did receive an invite, you know."

He let out another low chuckle and his hands moved back up to gently cup your face. "You two can get a little wild, even for me. We’d never hear the end of it if Charles had to bail all three of us out of jail.”

Your eyelids felt heavier and heavier with each blink, but still, you managed to catch his familiar smirk. You were clinging to him at this point, knowing your legs were a moment away from giving out. You still leaned into his touch, feeling the roughness of his palms against your skin. Without another word, you brought your lips to his, kissing him tenderly despite that drunken grin still stretched across your face. You moved to do more, trying to slip the softness of your tongue into his mouth. Logan allowed it for a moment, deepening the kiss before pulling back, nose drifting against yours. “You should get some sleep, bub,” he whispered into your ear.

“Mmmm, not yet,” you pouted playfully, wiggling out of his hold.

"You're lucky you don’t have Danger Room drills tomorrow," Logan muttered with an exasperated shake of his head.

“Neither do you, Logan.”

The record player in the corner of Logan’s room caught your attention before you could argue further. You stumbled over to the stack of records on the shelf, your movements unsteady but determined. Logan had acquired quite the collection courtesy of you. You’d done your best to help him remember the music he liked and disliked over the decades. Days off from the X-Men were spent dragging him to the record store with Rogue and Jubilee in tow. Logan would always make his disdain apparent with your too moody or poppy recommendations. The Doors, The Rolling Stones, and everyone else under the dad rock category were the groups you could compromise on.

With a tipsy determination, you flipped through old albums, fingers running along the spines while you tried to spot the perfect choice. Finally, with a triumphant grin, you grabbed Waiting for the Sun by The Doors and held it up for him to see. “Shall we?”

“Just gotta be quiet, sweetheart.”

You gave a mock salute, “Yes, sir.”

Logan shook his head at your nonsense, taking the record from your hands and walking over to the player to carefully place it on. Specks of dust cracked through the speaker once the needle touched the vinyl. You sat in silence for a moment, eyes trying so desperately to focus on Logan clearly when he moved the needle.

“Ah,” you grinned as you heard the dreamy melody of Love Street start to play. “Good choice, Logan.”

“I know that’s what you wanted.”

A secret glint flashed in your eyes as you slinked back over to him. "Oh, that's not all I want," you muttered, teasingly trailing your fingers along his arms and up to his shoulders. They rested there, dipping and smoothing over the toned muscle before taking his hands into yours. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again, trying your best to get him to sway with you to the song still softly playing. But his feet remain planted, rigid like stone, and his arms refuse to budge as you try to move them. “I want to tell you something,” you finally said.

“Do you now?” Logan asked softly, finally relaxing under your touch to move with you. His hand firmly pressed against the small of your back, drawing you closer while the other linked with yours. “What is it, baby?”

It was three words swelling so severely within that it made your chest ache. After the countless moments scheduling time in the Danger Room together and stealing Scott’s motorcycle late at night for a ride- you couldn’t get enough of that small smirk after every snarky remark and that sense of warmth and safety. Something real was there, and it hurt like hell not having Logan know.

You had wanted to tell him for a while now. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it started, but when he left on a two-week mission, you knew for certain that it was there. You found yourself missing the grumpy asshole there to bug you, to feel his eyes on you even when you weren’t looking.

“Go on and tell ‘em, cher. You’ve already got the Wolverine in the palm of your hand.”

That was the last thing Gambit had told you before the final shot of the night, the one that was going to give you the courage to finally spill out the secret feeling. Logan’s eyes were tired but imploring while he waited for your answer. This was going to be the moment; you had downed enough whiskey with the Cajun, and the hangover in the morning needed to be worth it. The drunken confidence was there pleading with you to blurt it out, knowing damn well he must have felt it too.

With a deep breath, you laughed nervously, and your glassy eyes locked with his. You stood on your tiptoes to get a better look at Logan, head bobbing while he still rocked you against him. You opened your mouth nearly five times and brought it to rest against his ear so he wouldn’t see you struggle to conjure the words further. “Logan, I…”

The words were there right on the tip of your tongue. You lingered there for a moment, so ready to have the other two words off your chest. But the softness of his hair and his musky scent took over every thought. So entranced you couldn’t resist that drunken slumber calling your name anymore. You were out cold before you could utter another word.

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It almost hurt to blink when you woke up the following morning. You woke up in your typical spot, curled up against Logan’s back with his gentle snore rumbling against you. Everything felt tired and heavy as you lay there, and you did your best not to audibly groan while you stretched out. You didn’t want to wake him, managing to remember how late you had him up. But somehow, you managed to conjure the strength to slip out of bed and tiptoe over to the bathroom without being caught brutally hungover.

The events from the night before were hazy and jumbled. As you stood under the hot water of the shower, you attempted to piece it all together, only remembering being all over Logan and The Doors playing at some point. Your breath hitched when you remembered him and the mission you were dead set on. Did you tell him? How did he react? Suddenly, it was your greatest fear to leave the bathroom and face him.

Thankfully, being so incredibly wasted gave you some plausible deniability. Maybe you did tell, or maybe Logan just laughed in your face after you confessed. If he were to ask about it, you simply were just too drunk and speaking nonsense, nothing more.

That was going to be the plan.

As you stepped out of the shower, you hesitated before opening the bathroom door. You repeated the story to yourself as your hand grasped the handle, trying your best to bury your nerves the more you doted on the thought.

“Oh- shit, Logan.”

Of course, he was right there, leaning so casually against the doorframe. That small smirk was creeping on his lips, all too satisfied that he scared the hell out of you. “Glad to see you’re back from the dead. I was a little worried,” he teased.

“Were you?” You tried to match his nonchalant demeanor, masking the burning question buzzing inside your still heavy head.

Logan simply nodded and slipped his arms around your waist. You could feel the towel around you loosen against his bare chest. “Well, if you can recall, you passed out in a pretty similar position.”

You swallowed, knowing fully well what he was going to say next. You interrupted, “Can’t say I can. It hurts to remember anything right now.”

“Right, right. But you were hellbent on tellin’ me something. You were out cold before I got to hear it.”

You let out a nervous laugh. You were slightly relieved he didn’t know, but the weight of the unspoken words still sat in your mouth. You swore to yourself you were going to tell him… at some point. “I was very drunk, Logan. It was probably something stupid. Again, I really can’t remember.”

Logan's eyes narrowed slightly as if he could see through your attempt to brush it off. He held your gaze for a moment before bringing his face closer to yours. “Yeah, maybe it was. But I think you do remember.”

His voice was hushed and rough while his mouth hovered over your jaw. You shivered once you felt his lips pepper kisses up to your ear, biting the tender flesh of your earlobe before speaking again. “There’s really no way to get you to talk, huh?”

The man could be so damn relentless when he wanted to be. But Logan had you wrapped around his finger, like always. You almost gave in when his mouth glided down to your pulse point. So easily you could pour out the words, but you still waited, head still throbbing and slightly eager to see whatever challenge was hiding behind the glint in those dark eyes.

Laughing softly, you tilted your head, enjoying the sensation of him against your skin. “There’s nothing to talk about, Logan.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

As you took a deep breath, every ounce of fatigue seemed to melt away as Logan's strong hands slid down to your thighs. You felt him tease the edge of the towel, and with a simple tug, you felt the course fabric pool at your feet. You gasped, realizing he really wasn’t going to let this go.

The course pads of his fingers brushed against the crease of your thighs, gently digging his nails into the sensitive flesh before slipping in between. Logan groaned lowly as he dragged them along your folds, still so determined as he sought your clit. You weren’t going to plead with him to stop, even with how he was goading you. He knew how to disarm you just as quickly as you could with him. His touch was rough initially, trying his hardest to bring out your little secret. But still, you didn’t give in. You could feel his eyes burning into you while yours fluttered shut, hips rocking against his hand until he started to circle the throbbing flesh with a slower stroke.

“You’re so fuckin’ stubborn, baby,” Logan rasped, kissing along the crook of your neck. Calloused fingers still massaged your clit and rolled it softly, coaxing you more. “Really not gonna give me what I want.”

Oh, but you could’ve with the way your body was bowing into his touch. Your cunt pulsed against his hand, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “You don’t think you’re being the stubborn one, Logan?” you asked, surprised you could speak at all.

The breath of his laugh painted over your bare shoulder. “Never said I wasn’t. Just got a real instinct to know when you’re keepin’ something from me.”

“Maybe you’re just rusty then.”

A whimper fell from your lips once you felt his fingers fall back to your thighs. You opened your mouth to call him back, but only to be interrupted by the feather-light tease of his lips along your clit. Your eyes burst open at the sensation, immediately tuning into the soft tufts of dark hair tickling your thighs and the press of his smile against your cunt.

Logan was too good at this, knowing too well how to claw and eat you down to the bone. You loved it, you loved him. But you still swallowed the words hard, still too fearful, too lost in the weight of his tongue tripping over the sensitive flesh over and over. Your right leg hooked over his back and pulled Logan in closer while your fingers tangled his already messy hair. He knew what you wanted and was more than pleased to provide, nuzzling his face further at the apex of your thighs, teasing your clit before breathing out his own pleased moan.

The flit of his tongue quickened its pace before covering his mouth over the throbbing bud, sucking gently. Hazel eyes burned into yours before closing, and your hips started to grind against the warmth of his lips. The tingling in your core was growing stronger with each passing moment. Your body was begging for the release that was just out of reach. “Logan. Please, please don’t stop,” you begged, voice harsh.

Logan didn’t answer right away; instead, he allowed his eyes to open slowly to look up at you darkly. “Shouldn’t let you earn it this easily.”

Your head lolled back as his tongue slipped down further, lapping at every ounce of want pouring out of you and drinking down each soft gasp that would spill above him. “But I wanna hear it. Just talk to me, baby.”

You could only muster a current of pleas, breathless curses, and his name while you spread out over his mouth one last time. It was always too much when he made you come, seeping pleasure rippling through your core until it tore through you while you cried out. His lips stayed pressed against your inner thigh while you came down, content with the softness of your fingers still carding gently through his hair.

"There’s my good girl," Logan whispered, hands smoothing up for your thighs as he pulled back. He stood up then, towering over you with those hazel eyes searching yours.

You half expected him to prod you with questions still and bait you for the truth. But Logan didn’t and allowed his eyes to focus on your breathless mouth while his hand trailed up to the back of your neck. Leaning into his touch, you crooned, “Do you want me to tell you?”

Logan chuckled softly, “That’s all it took, huh? Now, all of a sudden, you remember.”

You refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. You pressed your mouth against his instead, parting them for a slow kiss. You tilted your head once you felt Logan reciprocate, deepening the feel once his tongue swept in. Having him disarmed, you pushed him towards the direction of the bed, lips not leaving his.

Fingers rushed around his waist once you both fell back on the plush surface, edging around the waistband of his sweatpants before peeling away the only layer he had on. Your cheeks burned when as you looked down at how hard he was for you, feeling the familiar pulsing veins along his shaft with your hand.

“Still teasin’ me,” Logan responded with a soft grunt while you snaked down between his legs. “Just trying to find ways to keep that pretty little mouth occupied.”

You nodded sweetly, hungry to taste him and see if he could be patient. There was no way you couldn’t tell him now, not with how the soft rise and fall of his chest quickened above you. Taking him in your mouth, you let out a contented groan around his cock as you began to drink in the leaking tip. Logan’s hands ran through your hair, fingers tangling and massaging delicately as he watched you work. You took him deeper with each rough groan, hollowing your cheeks to give him your full attention.

"But you’re just so good to me," Logan rumbled behind gritted teeth, watching your lips devour him completely. Your tongue circled his head, feeling him grow even harder against the back of your throat and a litany of praises still falling from his mouth. Still, you wanted to tease him just as much as he had with you. Slowly pulling back when his hips rolled to sink in further, then taking him all the way down before slowly bobbing your head up again to tease his tip. It wasn’t long before Logan’s hands started to tighten, fighting the urge to fully let go and head desperately thrown back against the bed while he gasped. “Come back up, baby.”

You pulled away and licked your lips, slowly working your way up his body until you reached his face. You lingered on the taste of him still on your tongue while you studied him, watching his dazed eyes and soft smile as he sat up. It was always that look, the one where you could see his sharp edges soften just for you. The one you’d always see right before you fell asleep, always so warm and protective. The way his scent lingered on you, always craving it after being away from him all day.

Logan’s arms cradled your waist while you straddled his lap and your fingers softly started to brush along the sharp angle of his jaw. You took a breath, basking in that vulnerability he shared with you, that closeness. Finally, you couldn’t resist anymore.

“I love you, Logan.”

It was almost too easy to say, so right to say. His eyes flared wide in surprise before softening into a warm smile that made you want to repeat it over and over. Logan pulled you closer, strong hands clinging to your back, holding you against him so securely as he pressed his forehead to yours. “That’s what was on the tip of your tongue, huh?”

You nodded, lashes fluttering wildly to try and wash out the shine in the eye. “I’ve wanted to tell you for so long-I couldn't keep it from you anymore. Logan, I just- ”

"I know you do, bub,” Logan interrupted gently, pulling back to rest his lips on your temple. "I love you too."

That was all you needed to hear. You could have said more- urged Logan to know that you didn’t ever want to part from the safety of his touch. You didn’t expect Logan to supply you with some giant declaration of love. No, he was always much more tactile in his affection, and you just melted into him more, overcome with his hold on you and the truth in his eyes. You folded forward after a moment, pressing your lips to his until you could feel his wavering breath mingle softly with yours. His hand brushed through your hair as he pulled you closer still, moving his mouth slowly to kiss you until all the other unspoken words drifted away.

You felt him shift, guiding you away to lay you on your side. You shuddered once his touch ghosted off your skin. Logan didn’t leave you for long, swiftly pressing his broad chest against the curve of your spine, molding into you so perfectly. His breath grew ragged when he buried his face into your hair, so desperate again while his left hand traced a small path from your shoulder down to your hip. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he cooed. Each syllable felt so soft against your ear.

Your body writhed at the feel of him nudging your thighs apart while his other snaked to wrap around you. Logan held you close, hooking his hand into the tender flesh of your thigh to hike it further up. “Gonna let me fill you? Just fill you right up?”

“Logan- God, please,” you gasped, arching your soft body against him.

“Ha. Don’t have to beg, baby. I have you.”

Logan always would, with each touch, each whisper, and each dark little laugh when he would watch your body tighten under him. The velvet length of his cock rested between your thighs as he slowly found your slit, spreading you open until he felt the rush of tight heat take him in. Logan groaned softly once he started to rock his hips upward, “Fuck, baby. My sweet girl.”

His head was pressed down onto your shoulder, breathless lips latched to the skin, and teeth sinking down to hold back- to not lose himself in you just yet. You could only echo your gasps and moans as he pushed you higher and higher, stretching you more still. Always too much and not enough, but still giving him more of you to mark with each inch.

Snatching your thigh from his tight grasp, you angled it away, silently giving him that permission to lose himself in you. You panted against his growls, wanting, needing more. Measured thrusts became more urgent, snapping his hips harder and harder until all you could do was cry out his name. Suddenly you felt Logan’s free hand everywhere then, so greedy as it smoothed up the plush feel of your ass up to your breast to let his rough fingers tweak your nipple.

It wasn’t long before the tightening in your core rippled out to meet his thrusts. Logan was right there but had no intention of letting you go without him. His mouth buried into your neck, teeth scraping down the soft skin as he felt you shudder around him. “I’m all yours,” he groaned, “Take what you need, sweetheart.”

And you did, hooking your hand behind his neck to rock against him faster as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out, loud and low, with fingers digging deeper into his skin while your body rocked along his shaft. Logan grunted your name over and over, driving into you harder. His release was so close to tearing out of his throat. You could nearly feel it.

The veins corded along his hands pulsed so desperately while his claws slipped out. They were still anchored into you, one clutching your hip while the other stretched under you. Always cautiously drawn away- because Logan would never forgive himself for the tiniest scratch on your skin. So protective, even with the countless times you had told him never to hide himself.

You were safe with him.

Your eyes rolled back once he buried his length deeper, just once more as you twisted and contracted around him. Logan's breathing hitched at the feel of you, the taste of you, all clenching around him as he followed you over the edge. A harsh growl echoed right into your ear and his body locked tighter behind yours.

Each taut muscle loosened its tension once Logan let go, and you brought your hands to entwine with his, fast enough so he couldn’t snatch them away to retract his claws. Logan allowed it, his body too occupied with the last few shudders of his hips rutting into you. He filled you, just like he promised, painting down your walls.

Mindful of the six blades of adamantium ghosting over your fingers, your grasp tightened. You gave your all to signal to him how fucking much you loved him.

All of him.

You felt him smile against your skin as he melted into the mattress beside you. His body slowly started to cool against yours, that warmth fading to something soft- just for you. He slowly withdrew from you, claws slinking back in to trace his fingers softly along the curves of your side before he turned you over on your back. “Told you I always know when you’re keeping somethin’ from me,” he teased softly.

Hazel eyes danced in the morning light as they met yours. You smiled lazily up at him, still feeling so lost in the feel of him and content with his weight on top of you. “I had every intention to tell you last night. But- I’m glad I didn’t, Logan.”

Logan chuckled, and his fingers gently brushed the hair back from your forehead. “My answer would have been the same, bub.”

You grinned more, knowing he was right. You just felt it, especially as you felt Logan pull you in tight. He kept you close while he rolled over onto his back. Once more, you melded your body against his, intertwining your legs while resting your head on his chest. As you nuzzled closer, the hair dusting over his chest tickled your skin. Logan breathed out a laugh as you scrunched up your nose, trying to nudge it away. You glowered up at him before eventually relenting and closing your eyes.

You felt his eyes on you when you drifted off to sleep, lulled by his heart thumping beneath your cheek. He would always wait, wait until you were fully asleep before closing his own. And as you fell asleep, you heard Logan humming the soft notes of Love Street.

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Having a morning plucked straight out of your dreams wasn’t going to stop the last night's drinks from coming back to haunt you. You woke up once more with a horrible headache, and the afternoon sun stung your eyes as you tried to focus. Logan was nowhere in sight, but it only made sense, given that the clock read 4 PM. If anything, it was a sign to stop rotting away in bed and leave the cave.

Days off typically left the mansion in a quiet state. Everyone was either out, locked away in their rooms or watching the full-on testosterone parade out on the basketball court. That’s where Logan likely was, probably losing terribly and just itching for a reason to dig his claws in the ball to end the game.

Immediately, you groaned once the summer heat hit you. The sight of all the guys managing to wear their shortest shorts didn’t act as a balm like it typically would. Your head was too busy pounding with each thump of the ball against the concrete. You caught Logan out of the corner of your eye, his dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat as he played with a desperate effort.

As you found a spot to watch the potential blood bath, a sudden shout caught your attention. You groaned again once you saw the caller, not prepared at all for whatever she had prepared to question you about.

“Well, well, well. Haven’t seen ya all day,” Rogue grinned as she walked over to you.

You blinked back the nerves burning through your eyes when you heard that sweet grit in her voice. “You can thank the Cajun for that. I’ll have some words with him after he’s done kicking Logan’s ass.”

“Oh, that’s all? No thank you or anything?”

You raised an eyebrow, “For?”

“Don’t play dumb, sugar! Remy told me all about y’all’s little night out,” Rogue huffed, slumping down next to you on the bench.

You focused in on her for a moment, knowing exactly how to squash the conversation. “Ah, so he went into your room once we got back, huh?”

She went silent immediately. You failed to stifle your laugh as you saw her cheeks color. “Only to tell me what you needed his help with. And now that I know…. You gotta spill.”

Often, you pondered on the dynamic between Logan and Rogue, that strange somewhat father-and-daughter relationship. It started all to become clearer the more you spent time with her. She was just as stubborn as him. “Where’s your little accomplice? Feel like she would be here for this kind of interrogation,” you spoke again, still trying to keep her on the hook before you confessed.

“Jubilee? Please, you really think she’s gonna be with the adults on a day off?” Rogue began. Realization dawned on her once she caught your game. “Don’t change the subject! Did ya tell him?”

You looked away, recalling the moment, that perfect little moment with Logan. You relented, “I did.”

Rogue gasped- loud. You were worried she would scream with the amount of excitement stretched out across her face. “Remy! Remy, get over here!”

Your head whipped back around in his direction. Remy sauntered over with a smirk on his face, clearly pleased to have stirred up the chaos. "What's got Rogue all riled up now?"

“She told him!” Rogue wasted no time in blurting out the news.

You flickered a joking glare at them both. “You really had to air out my secret like that, huh?”

“How else was I supposed to explain bein’ out with such a beauté?”

“Flattery isn’t going work, Gambit,” you snapped, not swayed in the slightest.

“You wound me, cher. But I knew all that Sazerac was gonna loosen you up enough to talk.”

Oh, you did everything but the night before. “Well, I didn’t tell him last night. I told him this morning.”

Rogue nudged you and winked. “Oooooh. Did ya bring the Wolverine his morning beer to bed? Look into those grumpy eyes and confess?”

“No, I-“ you found yourself so lost in recalling the moment you nearly explained exactly how it went down. Rogue was too good at getting you to talk. You always wondered if that was her true superpower. “I was too hungover for anything like that. I just woke him and told him."

The color and excitement drained from their faces entirely. “Well, I guess you can say that’s romantic,” Rogue finally spoke.

You suddenly felt defensive over the little lie you told. Maybe after another night of drinks could have told the whole story. Maybe. “Cut me a little slack. I don’t have this great sense of romance thanks to my French bloodline, like you, Remy, and Logan definitely doesn’t either.”

“Ouch, bub.”

You halted the chatter once that gruff voice conjured. Logan had finally meandered his way over to the group, and his attention narrowed on you.

You flashed up a teasing smile, knowing it was only half-true. “Oh, don’t deny it, Logan.”

Rogue shot up from the bench once she met his suspicious eye. She poked him in the chest once, twice, until he was cornered into the chain-link fence. “I knew there was a reason you were so mighty happy this mornin’.”

“Faire drôle seein’ Wolverine not being a betaille,” Gambit added.

There was silence for a moment. Logan’s usual scowl softened while the four of you exchanged glances. You simply laughed. Forget being these incredibly powerful mutants who could bring down a baddie down with a single touch or a throw of a card. Rogue and Gambit both had been far more occupied with this since she had originally caught you and Logan late one night.

The moment lingered a little longer until you heard the pair quietly laugh. You followed suit, feeling Logan lean closer to you while he smirked.

“There really was someone out there who could tame the Wolverine,” Rogue spoke again, almost sighing.

You watched Logan shrug off the sweet words, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. “Maybe so, kid.”

You didn’t have time to register the softness in his voice. A loud, harsh, obnoxious throat clearing took away any moment to speak again. All eyes returned to the middle of the court, spotting Scott with his hands impatiently in the air and completely confused.

“Are we gonna play or gawk at the lovebirds all day?” he called out with a scoff.

“Your mari is callin’ for us, mon ami,” Gambit smirked, turning on his heel to walk away.

It didn’t take long for that grimace reserved just for Remy and Scott to return to Logan’s face. With a huff, Logan began to follow and smoothed his hand over your shoulder as he stepped away. “Meet me in the garage in an hour. Wanna take you somewhere.”

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Logan’s hand rested on your thigh throughout the drive, tenderly and as warm as the sun still peering through the top of the trees. The early evening felt cool, and you leaned your head back against the seat of his jeep, taking in the feel while the summer wind carded through your hair. You and Logan had both agreed there were definite bragging rights to being these kickass mutants with a career path in saving the world, but the real perk was the ability to have small moments of a quiet life tucked away in the woods of Westchester County.

The blurred sight of towering trees zipping past you slowed as Logan turned off onto a dirt road. The further you ventured into the woods, the more tranquil the surroundings became. He finally eased his lead foot off the gas to a hidden clearing overlooking a reservoir after a moment. Everything was so hushed and still the moment he shut the engine off.

“Where are we?” you asked while you leaned over the dashboard.

A laugh slipped through Logan’s nose. “Somewhere quiet.”

“Oh, I see,” you began, “Is this where all the X-Men go to have some quiet?”

“No, they all go across the way. I’ve claimed this spot for myself,” he replied, crinkling the corner of his eyes.

With a wink, he leaned over to grab the small cooler from the trunk. “Thought we could go away before Rogue interrogated us until midnight and…”

He pulled out a couple of cold beers, offering one to you with a crooked grin. “You could still benefit from some hair of the dog.”

You snatched the bottle from Logan's outstretched hand and shot your own little glare. The sun started to set as you took your first sip, casting a cool orange glow in your vision. You were content with stillness, not feeling the need to bug Logan with whatever thought struck your mind- even though he was always glad to answer. The occasional ripple on the water's surface was the only soft sound until you heard Logan rustle through the glove compartment. Blindly, he fished out a cassette out of the clutter. It was difficult not to smile once you caught a glimpse of the album artwork.

“The Doors again, huh?” you teased.

“Seems fitting to play ‘em tonight.”

A grin stretched along your face further once the music began. “Do you think you saw them play back in the day? Or what if you were friends with Jim Morrison? Maybe that’s why you like them so much.”

It was always the greatest win making him laugh. Logan tried to hide it, pressing his lips back to the bottle in a failed attempt to stop. “You’re makin’ me sound far cooler than I probably was, sweetheart. However, I'm certain I've gotten into a few bar fights to the whiskey bar song.”

“That does sound more like you.”

Logan shifted closer, and you sank into his feel with a deep breath. He didn’t speak, but you didn’t need him to. You were happy enough, taking in his warmth, while the car stereo switched to the next track.

“I like this one,” Logan said softly.

Indian Summer was next in the queue. You loved watching him jump forward so eagerly to turn up the volume and then sit back to quietly sing along, more to himself than you. You leaned into his shoulder, and your cheek nuzzled into the course feel of his denim shirt before speaking again, “Maybe the Wolverine can be romantic.”

That gruff little laugh continued, pouring into your ear while Logan kissed your temple. “I think I have my moments.”

And he did, even if they weren’t the most conventional. It was in similar moments of letting you in further with slow steps and sharing small secrets. There was so much still you didn’t know about Logan, some things you might have never known. You wondered if you truly cared each time you would recall- if it would change how much you burned for him.

It never would. You wanted to love Logan; you did love Logan without any hesitation or any sacrifice. You knew that’s what he wanted, too.

It was dusk by the time you finished your beer. The X-Man within buzzed in your head, pestering you with the notion of not having another night of breaking curfew. You occasionally opened your mouth to suggest returning home. You simply squashed it each time you’d feel his stubble tickle your forehead or when his left hand would massage the tense muscles in your neck while he sipped his beer.

Logan broke the silence with a whisper. "You seem quiet tonight, baby."

"You said you wanted to be somewhere quiet, Logan,” you replied, shifting to face him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna hear you.” His voice was still so soft.

“Oh? Well, what do you want to hear?”

Logan didn’t say a word. You spotted that glint in his eye- wanting, craving something. He tugged you in close until you were pulled into his lap. He could nearly count your breaths while you were pressed up to his chest, letting his mouth part open to drift along your jaw while savoring the sweet little gasps painting over the small dimple on his chin. “That’s what I want. Christ, I love you so much.”

Strong hands gripped your shoulder blades when he pulled his lips to yours. Your own found their way up to cradle his face, to kiss him harder and let your tongue sweep over his bottom lip until you could taste the malt still lingering from his beer. All the wait, all the doubt and anxiety were worth it to finally have this moment- to have heard that rough voice utter those words. You wanted to hear Logan say it over and over, to feel the words while he slipped a hand into your hair and gripped it tight as he plucked more soft moans from your lips. There was always such a hunger in each kiss, a desperation to claim your mouth and have your part for him. You were completely in a trance once Logan tore away, dragging his lips across your cheek to your ear while his hands stroked down your torso to your thighs.

His fingers traced over the leather hem of your skirt, slowly rucking it up until they smoothed your bare skin beneath. You were sure you heard a soft moan escape his lips as he teased the lace of your panties with a rough thumb. His touch moved up again and rubbed your clit gently, making you writhe against him. Logan chuckled with his breath hot over your neck as he continued to stroke you through the slick fabric.

“Take these off, baby.”

Your eyes widened as you pulled back, gasping with breathless lips while you looked back at him. “Here?”

“Why not?” Logan didn’t even attempt to hide the wolfish spark in his expression. He could tell you weren’t exactly protesting, but still hesitant. “You’re forgettin’ I have six ways to scare someone off if I needed to.”

He caught the bob in your throat as you swallowed his words. His eyes dared you then, shooting up his brows, just waiting for that permission. You flashed him a dark grin while you leaned closer to slate your mouth back to his- to claim that wild abandon all for yourself. Logan rumbled beneath you as he helped you sit up, mouth watering while his fingers made quick work of tugging the soft cotton down your legs until it fell to the floor around his feet.

You shifted to straddle him then and stretched your arms above your head while Logan bunched up your shirt to remove it. His hands slid behind you, finding the clasp of your bra to pull it free. You trembled slightly while the night chill brushed against your bare skin, just fueling Logan’s hunger while his eyes traveled down your body.

He reached up to trace the tip of one nipple with his thumb. There was a softness in his gaze while he drank in the sight of you. The warmth of his touch brought you to arch into him, bringing your hands to thread through his hair while you whimpered softly. “So fuckin’ pretty,” Logan whispered to you.

You were smiling, “You are too, Logan.”

Logan glared at you, attempting to look annoyed, but his eyes betrayed him. He shook his head while he lowered it to your sternum, and gently, you felt him nip at the spot right above your heart. The feel of his mouth was warm too, working up to your collarbone while his hands fumbled down to unfasten his belt. He was hard, straining against his jeans while he raised his hips to work them down.

Your lips parted around his name when you felt him bring his cock to rest between your thighs, coaxing you closer to nuzzle his neck while he let out a soft grunt, “Need to feel you again, sweetheart. God damn, you know how to drive me crazy.”

Within an instant, Logan lifted you up to push the head of his cock against your cunt. It was impossible to think of anything but him as you felt him sink in, molding back into the silken heat. He was still for a second, eyes shut tight as he tried to stay still, breath harsh. Logan lowered you down onto himself slowly, grinding into you until you were fully impaled on him.

You cried out into the strong column of his neck, letting your body buck onto his length before he met your pace. Logan moved with a raw need, so starved to feel you as if he never would again. You could always feel it- always with the way his hands would imprint on your hips, onto your spine before clutching the back of your neck, just needing to possess more of you.

“Let me see you,” Logan snarled.

Doing as he asked, you tore away to lock your eyes into his. The moonlight fell around those hazel eyes, blown out, dark, and dazed by the feel of you. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”

It was a challenge not to close them shut while he took you more, fucking hard while he leaned forward. Your back pressed against the dashboard, head cradled by the strength of his left hand while snapping the bulge of his cock in further. You could hear his breathless laugh and loving the sight of your hair falling back and your tits swaying with the motion.

“Logan,” you gasped, beginning to plead. “It’s so much.”

His lips curled into a smirk over your mouth before he praised you, “Oh, but you’re taking it so good. Gonna make me come, baby," Logan groaned, voice thick and strained. He pushed his grip on your hips again, thrusting deeper into you as he began to build up the rhythm.

"I need it, Logan,” you urged, feeling the pull of your own release growing closer. It was all you needed. He gave you the space to lose control, all but throbbing inside you. His hands squeezed tight over your thighs, and you eyed his claws start to push through. Slowly, his touch left you to fall back to his sides. It just made you grow bolder, taking his hands in yours to pin them over his head- trying more and more to show he didn’t need to shield away from you.

Logan complied with a low growl from his throat. His body tensed, taught under you while his claws drew out, slowing his pace to let you ride him into oblivion if needed. And even with him caged beneath you, he still possessed the strength to drill into you, help you rise and fall before you tightened around him.

The heat of the adamantium seeped through your skin as you sunk deeper, feeling so overcome. You cried out into his mouth once you felt your hips falter. Wave after wave washed over you as he regained his strength to pull out of your hold. He thrust upwards one last time, driving his head to kiss your cervix as you milked every last drop of him and hands clinging to your shoulders.

Never had Logan allowed himself to have them drawn so close to you-just mere centimeters from your trembling skin. You waited, just to see if he’d pull away with eyes filled with worry scanning over you with that sense of protection. But it didn’t happen. He held you there while his claws retracted, utterly dazed while you still enveloped him. Those wild, dark eyes hadn’t left yours. "I love you, bub,” he whispered again hoarsely.

His heart pounded wildly against your chest. You gasped for air before letting out a small laugh, “I love you, Logan.”

You clung to each other for a moment, both bodies quivering while you came down. Welcoming his mouth back to yours, you felt Logan kiss you gently. He pressed small pecks against them to coax out another smile against his skin.

“Wanna head home?” Logan rasped against your lips.

“Mmm,” you cooed. Gently, you pulled yourself away from him and curled back at his side. “Maybe just one more beer.”

“Still just a little rulebreaker, huh?”

Logan helped you clean up and dress. One arm found its way back around you as he handed you a bottle while the other reached for the dial to turn up the music. One beer turned into two, almost three, while you sat under the night sky. Logan stayed occupied with running a hand in your hair while you mindlessly traced patterns over where his claws would extend. Realization dawned on both of you once the tape ejected, eyes immediately flashing to the clock to see it was late.

“If I’m caught this time, will you defend my honor?” you asked while sliding back to the passenger side.

“Absolutely not. Gonna plead my case and tell ‘em you’re just a bad influence.”

You spotted that wolfish smirk once again when you flashed him another glare. So unserious for a man that was nearly over a century old.

But god damn, you loved him.

The jeep was returned to the garage successfully without disturbance. The same feat came with creeping through the kitchen. By the time you both reached the hallway leading to Logan’s bedroom, hushed and hurried steps slowed into something more relaxed.

You walked in tandem, letting your hand purposefully brush against Logan’s until he huffed and tenderly took it in his. His eyes were on you, like always, as you stayed fixated on your feet. Typically, you’d wonder if it was all real and how long it would last. Mutants and romance weren’t the best at mingling. So fleeting, so tumultuous. But it didn’t feel that way with Logan, not with that soft gaze you caught out of the corner of your eye and the way those words just poured out each time you heard it earlier.

“Oh, I can’t believe it,” a bright voice called out suddenly.

You froze in place but immediately registered it didn’t sound like a particularly moody boy scout leader. You were safe, for now.

Taking a breath, you turned around, tugging Logan’s arm to follow even though you could feel him resist. Relief washed over you once Jubilee poked her head out of her bedroom door, far too giddy for the late hour. “Wolvie’s in love.”

Immediately, you laughed. You didn’t dare look at Logan, knowing that scowl was stretched across or maybe even blushing. “Have you been up all night just to catch us and say that?”

“Maybe. I missed the debrief about it earlier! I had to see you both with my own eyes,” Jubilee replied eagerly, her smile still barely contained.

“You see us every day, Jubes,” you replied with a yawn.

“It’s different now! Things are official.”

“Right. Get some sleep, firecracker,” Logan interjected, his rough voice tired through her excited chatter.

“But I-“

“Bug me about in the morning, Jubilee,” he called out with a chuckle, already walking away and pulling you along with him.

The strangest sense of déjà vu washed over you. Once more, you fought like hell to stop laughing while receiving a rough escort to bed. It was a relief to be met with a content little sigh slip through Logan’s nose once the bedroom door clicked shut.

“We’re gonna be tormented about this for weeks,” Logan mumbled out.

His hand still held yours. You registered the soft touch while you pulled him in closer to you. “Don’t act like it’s so ridiculous, Logan. I know you love it.”

Logan laughed again. You could feel it rumble in his chest once he gathered you into his arms. "You’re right," he admitted, his voice warm. "But I also love you, bub."

Chapter Text

It was a relief for Logan to wake up rested, free of any night terrors. Typically, pillows and blankets were always thrown across the room, claws drawn, and you on the very edge of the bed to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

It was early, barely sunrise, when Logan slowly rose from the bed. He relished those little moments when he could wake up groggy, eyes still heavy with sleep. Thankfully, he felt your warmth nestled at his side, still deep in your own slumber from what he could tell. Most mornings, he woke up on high alert, with or without any nightmares, and would wake you in the process. He didn’t want to disturb it, like he had so many times before.

He snuck out of the bedroom and into the hall without waking you. There was a perk to getting up that early. No kids asking to see his claws for the millionth time, or the teens asking for a ride to wherever for whatever trouble in mind. It was just quiet.

Which was a rare fuckin’ thing.

It was going to be a long day. Danger Room drill with Kitty, meeting with Charles, a probably pointless talk with Summers later, and another bout in the Danger Room alone. Logan sighed as he stepped into the kitchen, realizing there was little time to be with you. He always needed it, to have those small moments where he wasn’t caught in his own mind. You always knew how to pull him out.

But even without you there, someone or something could always manage to do it anyway. The moment Logan sat down to eat his small breakfast, he heard a small giggle from the corner of the hall. He sighed again, “You should know by now you can’t sneak up on me, kid.”

His ears were immediately met with a scoff and annoyed stomps into the entryway. A laugh slipped through Logan’s nose when he saw Jubilee’s scowl. “You didn’t seem to notice when I was following you in the hall,” she complained.

“Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t want the company,” Logan teased.

A wave of raven hair fell onto her face as she plopped into the chair next to him. Some type of mischief was still in her eye as Jubilee brushed it away. “You promised me a talk this morning, Wolvie.”

“Don’t recall promisin’ anything, firecracker.”

“Alright, maybe you didn’t. But you do owe me a talk, Logan. I need to know everything!”

Logan was impermeable to most things, but he always chastised himself for the way he was so susceptible to folding to one of the girls’ interrogations. If he didn’t give in to Jubilee right then, he was bound to have been stuck in that kitchen for hours. “For how much you girls all gossip, I’d bet you already know.”

"Well, of course I do,” Jubilee laughed, resting her chin on her knuckles as she scooted closer. “I just need to hear your perspective. I need to see if I can get the Wolverine to blush.”

That was something she would never get out of him. Logan did flash her a small smile anyway. “My side of the story isn’t any different. She woke up, told me, I told her, and that was it.”

Jubilee’s typical cloying grin was gone, replaced with an annoyed grimace. “You two are just alike! This has been the most exciting thing to happen in the mansion in forever, and neither of you wanna spill. Aren’t I still your favorite? Don’t I deserve to know?”

Something flickered in Logan’s eyes. He knew exactly how to squash the interrogation. “You haven’t considered the fact that maybe the real story of how it happened is for grown ears only?”
And, of course, it worked.

"Gross, Logan!”

“You wanted to know, kid,” Logan quipped, letting out a short chuckle as he rose out of his chair. He made his best attempt to flash her a softer look. He loved the hell out of the kid, despite that little tendency to be a little fly right in his ear. “Maybe you can hear the whole story when you’re….. forty.”

“I don’t wanna ever know, Wolvie!” Logan heard her yell out as he headed towards the Danger Room. He groaned as he remembered who his training partner was. Kitty was certain to be next for his line of questioning.

I don’t know how all these girls got so damn comfortable with me.

Thankfully, Logan kept the Shadowcat too occupied for anything else. Kitty was exhausted, too out of breath to be nosy. She still narrowed in on the little smirk that hadn’t settled since yesterday morning.

“It’s so weird seeing you in such a good mood!” she yelled out while heading to the showers.

All he needed to do now was avoid Rogue. That was going to be an easy enough task. The Cajun was off for the day, and even if Rogue wasn’t, she would have still found a way to sneak off and be at his side. Charles wasn’t one to yap, and neither was Summers. The rest of the day was going to be a breeze.

This is what fuckin’ happens when I try to be optimistic.

“Summers, I just got back from a month-long mission. It’s someone else’s turn to go MIA.”

“Can’t be helped, Logan. You’re the only one who can do it. Should’ve known better. Can’t get all comfortable playing house around here.”

Logan replayed the conversation over and over, striking down sentinels in a blind rage in his training session. There wasn’t any real reason to be angry. Summers was right; he always had been. That’s why he was so angry. Logan should’ve known this little slice of peace couldn’t last forever. He had no choice but to be an X-Man before he could be yours. You both had agreed that going on missions together wasn’t the best idea. The students needed you in the mansion, and Logan couldn’t bear the thought of you thrown into the fire of whatever he had to go extinguish.

But he couldn’t stand being at the mansion without him either. You knew how to protect yourself, and Logan knew as well. The thought was still always there. Something could happen. He could lose you the moment you were out of reach. He always stifled the fear when he was home with you; you were safe there, and so was he. But each time he’d step onto the Blackbird, it was difficult to stop the little tremble in his fingers.

It wasn’t going to be easy telling you the news either. Mostly for him, mostly because Logan was getting comfortable. He would have never allowed it in the past, but you made it so easy. So right for him. He waited for a moment before walking into your shared room, still rehearsing how he was going to announce the news.

Logan opened the door, eyes immediately set on you, curled up in his chair. You had a glass of wine in one hand and your yellow notepad in the other, all with plans on how to keep these mutant kids’ powers in check. The excitement stretched across your face nearly killed him once you registered his presence.

You quickly put everything down on the end table and rushed over to Logan. His apprehension stilled slightly as he watched you trot over to him, but only for a moment. He watched you stop in your tracks, studying him like you already knew what was on his mind.

“Oh, you’re all sweaty,” you complained instead.

Sometimes, he really hated how you teased him as much as he did you. But still, Logan didn’t retort. He simply hooked his left arm around your waist to pull you in close. You tried your best to pull away, but he was always too strong for you to wrestle out. “You’ve never complained before,” Logan chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck. He just laughed more when he heard you groan, still trying to squirm away.

“There are showers in the Danger Room, you know,” you quipped again, finally leaning into his touch.

Even when he wasn’t drenched in sweat, Logan ran so hot. The coolness of your skin always soothed him, relieving each ounce of tension in his tired form. God, he was going to miss it. “Maybe I was ready to get back to ya, sweetheart.”

Logan watched you fight the color red burn through your cheeks. He knew how to make you blush too easily; he loved it. “I appreciate it, Logan. Even if you decided to greet me all gross and-“
Your mock complaint halted once your eyes drifted to his hands. “Oh. Oh, Logan.”

Shit.

Four crimson blotches of dried blood were caked onto his knuckles. Logan knew he was forgetting something before he left training. Now, he watched the worry in your eye as you dragged him over to the bathroom. “Baby, you know I’m alright,” he huffed once he stepped into the doorway.

You ignored him, attention too set on grabbing a towel and running some warm water at the sink. “Doesn’t mean you need to fight that hard,” you muttered.

Of course, he didn’t need to. But Logan couldn’t help it. Such a foreign— but welcome feeling to have a few moments where he didn’t have to be focused on fighting, on being a weapon. He knew he would be plucked out of it quickly; he just hated that it needed to be this soon.

You held his hand delicately in yours while you wiped the coarse fabric against his skin. You stayed focused on cleaning him up, not once looking up at Logan. He owed you an explanation; it was on the tip of his tongue. But as you finally met his gaze again, it was still like you already knew something was amiss.

“Your hands only look like this when something’s been on your mind.”

This girl’s psychic, and she just won’t tell me, I swear.

He couldn’t tiptoe around it, especially now with the third sigh he heard slip through your nose. “Yeah, maybe there is.”

Both his hands were clean, but you stayed fixated on them, absently tracing the spots along his knuckles where his claws would always pierce through. Logan took the opportunity to lace his fingers between yours and guide you back to the bed. Your silence was telling, and Logan knew you weren’t going to say another word until he did.

Better to just blurt it out.

“I gotta go away again. Another mission. I— I don’t know how long I’ll be gone for this one. Fuckin’ Summers said it could be a week or three,” Logan finally explained. He expected the weight pressed down on his chest to wane, but it just sank down more with how you still were so quiet. It was practically killing him. “Baby, please say something.”

You were sitting on the bed, just studying him while he stood a few feet away from you. You were too composed in Logan’s eyes. He didn’t like it at all. Not that he expected you to be on your knees begging him to stay. But you still could have given him something. “Shit, do you want me out of your hair already?”

“No, not at all,” you countered.

Logan could still see whatever it was on the tip of your tongue. He could have stood there all night waiting for you to finally speak, but he knew it wouldn’t happen. Plopping down onto the bed, Logan hooked his right arm around you to pull you in close. “Quit squirmin’,” he laughed as you tried to wrestle out of his hold. “Tell me what’s on your mind, darlin’.”

“It’s nothing, Logan. Really. You don't have to worry about me sitting here pining for you. I’m about to have a busy few weeks, too. It’s just that—“

You fell silent again. Logan took a breath, waiting to hear your voice, but nothing came. He pulled you in closer, inhaling your scent like it was the last time he’d ever encounter it. “You just got me back, I know. I’m sorry.”

The shaky sigh from you didn’t escape him. He always hated leaving you like this. Once more, Logan knew he could bring you with him. You had kicked his ass in the Danger Room plenty of times to prove you could fight alongside him. But he hated that too, the thought of you getting hurt under his watch.

His arms tightened their hold around you, pulling you in closer until your cheek rested over his heartbeat. Logan didn’t want to let you go; he would rather steal you away, run off to the mountains up north, and actually live a quiet life.

But of course, Logan wouldn’t have been able to go without Jubilee or Rogue, and she couldn’t go anywhere without the Cajun. Ororo would have to come along, and eventually the entire team. They all needed him; he needed them, even though he’d deny it if asked. This was his home.

His home with you.

He didn’t let you leave his embrace when he shifted you both to the head of the bed. You gave in to his touch, like you always did when Logan held you close. You melted into his left side, seemingly forgetting he was still drenched in sweat.

“Tell me what you need,” Logan murmured against your temple. His voice was hushed, gentle. The silence was driving him insane. Logan knew all too well about this little game of yours. Little did you know, there was nothing he loved more than chasing you.

I can always catch ya, bub.

You shifted away slightly to look at him. Logan’s were still pleading and begging to soothe the swelling heartache. Yours were soft, still too calm for Logan’s liking. He opened his mouth again to speak, to make one last attempt to coax out whatever was on your mind, but was met with something else. Soft lips brushed against his for a small kiss. He felt you smile against his mouth, “The Wolverine’s gotta go out and save the world. I can’t be greedy and keep him locked up in my bedroom all the time.”

“Oh, but you could,” Logan rumbled. “Just say the word and I’ll tell Chuck to fuck off.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Sure, Logan.”

He heard the little laugh slipping through your nose while you toyed with the fabric of his shirt. Logan finally found himself smiling. You always made it difficult for him to wallow. “I would tell him, bub. For you.”

“I know you would,” you gently reminded him. “But I wouldn’t ever want you to.”

There wasn’t time for Logan to challenge your words. Your mouth covered his hungrily while you positioned yourself on his lap. Logan moaned into the kiss as his tongue slid along yours, needing every little taste he could get. He couldn’t help himself then, letting his fingers trail up your thighs to your waist to pull you in closer.

"Tell me what you want, baby,” Logan pleaded again. His nose was brushing against the column of your neck. Your scent was just as cloying, warm, and so sweet. He was going to miss it just as much as you, the way it lingered on him. It always hurt like a wound when it would vanish. That was always the telltale sign he had gone away too long. “I wanna give you everything before I go, want to make you feel so fucking good."

“I just want— just need you, Logan. You know that,” you gasped, tipping your head back so he could suckle and bite the spot above your pulse.

“Mmm, don’t I,” he hummed. He had never felt so greedy as his hands dropped to the hem of your shirt to strip it off you. Logan shuddered once his lips pressed onto your clavicle and down to your sternum. His hold on you was so tight, you barely had room to move with him until you pushed him back.

Your eyes were hungry, just as desperate, while you helped him to take off his clothes with yours. The fire in his chest swelled more once you were both bare, all but licking his chops once he laid you down next to him. A trail of goosebumps followed his fingers while they traveled your skin. He chuckled softly when he’d hit a certain ticklish spot, feeling you squirm slightly while he explored your body.

"I'm going to miss this," Logan murmured, kissing your temple. "Miss feeling you come apart in my arms, miss hearing you moan my name when I touch you just right."

One strong arm hooked around your neck so you can nip and lick at his fingers. The others dipped between your legs, delicately spreading you open to tend to your throbbing clit. The moment your eyes rolled back, urgently whispering his name, Logan quickened his pace. Your scent gave away how you were basically burning alive as he drummed at the slick, sensitive flesh.

He had you right on the edge; he always knew how to get you there quickly. He knew every little damn spot that could make you cry out. It was torture for you, Logan knew that for sure, but he also knew you fucking loved it. Your hips bucked against his palm so feverishly until you felt his hand move away. You cried out in protest, eyes so ready to be filled with fire until he silenced you with his lips against yours.
“Show me, sweetheart,” he rasped against your mouth. “Show me what I’ll be missin’ while I’m gone.”

Logan could tell you wanted to protest, beg for him to keep going, but his rough hands clasped yours and guided them back between your legs. He wanted you to feel how wet he made you and guided you to start circling around your clit. Logan was all but purring in your ear, peppering kisses along your temple while he slowly stroked his length. “My sweet girl,” Logan murmured again. “Gonna miss you so fucking much.”

He didn’t deserve to see such a pretty sight. The way you’d grind against your own touch, the way your back arched, and the way your lips curled into a secret satisfied smile. Logan couldn’t focus on his needs. His mind was filled with the sound of your ragged breathing and the soft, slick noises of your pleasure. Logan's grip on himself tightened, just enough until his tip was leaking into his hand. His hands found their way to you again, tracing your breathless lips with his fingers and smearing his own want along them— just doing whatever he could to leave his mark on you.

He could see the sweat beading at your hairline, the way your teeth sank into your lower lip to suppress your cries. You were close again, but he wasn’t going to tease you with it this time. "Be a good girl," he whispered, his voice so raw. "Come for me, baby."

Logan guided your mouth over to his while you came, echoing your moans while you poured your orgasm right into him. It’s what he needed before he went away. If it were possible, he could’ve died a happy man watching you break. Logan’s sweet girl, such a pretty little mess in his arms.

It was killing him to not give in to that caged beast in his chest, to pin you down onto the bed and fuck you until you couldn’t move. But Logan took a breath, remembering he didn’t know the next time he’d hear your needy noises or watch your body writhe more for him. Logan managed to steal both once his thick fingers pressed down onto your throat, lips against the apple of your cheek. “Seems like you’ll be fine without me. Won’t need me, huh?”

You managed to let out a breathless laugh, frozen in place under his hold. “Don’t be so fuckin’ ridiculous, Logan. You asked to see.”

He caught onto your teasing. Too hard to resist the way you arched your back, spreading your legs slightly as you moved. You knew how to have the mutant man practically salivating. The deep growl bubbling in his throat didn’t even sound human once he positioned himself above you. “Just left me wantin’ more.”

“And what’s stopping you from getting what you want, Logan?”

That’s all the fuckin’ permission I need.

With a gentle force, Logan bent your knees to your chest. His body felt so warm and hard, contrasting with your lax and trembling form beneath him. He knew you needed this just as much as he did; he could practically smell it still. It was the smell of home, so intoxicating that he couldn’t resist flaring his canines once he hovered above yours. “Might just fuckin’ kill me with how much I’ll miss you, baby.”

Another teasing laugh exhaled from your lips as you took in a breath. You didn’t have much room to move under him, but damn, you did try. Logan made it impossible not to as he teased his length along your slick cunt. Your fingers dug into the toned muscles of his thighs at the feel, lips littering kisses all over his face before you brought them to his ear. “I didn’t know I had that power over the Wolverine.”

“You sure as hell do, bub.” One more snarl fell from his lips. Logan paused for a moment then, just wanting to register the way your eyes burned for his, the way your lips pleaded for him. The swollen, leaking head of his cock pushed so gently past your folds. The moment he heard your soft cries, his hands enveloped yours to pin them over your head. He had you caged in place, just like he wanted.

He stretched you open with unhurried but firm thrusts. Logan took his time, wanting to bury himself into you as far as he could until you couldn’t feel anything but him. It was his way of marking you, claiming his territory, because no one else would ever be able to. The thought would always channel something so primal, make him work you harder up and down his shaft while you cried out.

It wasn’t enough. Logan buried his face into the crook of your neck, voice raspy and slurred. “My good girl. My sweet girl. Takin’ it so good for me, huh?”

Little moans and chants of his name filled his ear. It was all you could muster for him. It just made him all the hungrier, fucking you deeper and deeper and feeding off the delicious sounds you were making. You squirmed beneath him, fighting for a little control to feel him more. Your legs then wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling Logan in closer to you. Your ferocity always shocked him, the way your lips crushed into his, teeth nipping at the soft skin like little fangs just as sharp as his claws.

"Tell me you’ll miss me, baby," he begged against your mouth. "Fuck, I need to hear you."

“I’ll miss you so fucking much, Logan. I— Please don’t leave me,” you gasped out.

Once again, you gave him little room to respond. He could feel them once your nails drew tiny trails of blood against his back, conjuring his claws to unsheathe from his knuckles and scrape against the mattress. The smell of you and his own blood drove his hips to move faster, harder. Even with his claws drawn so dangerously close, he gripped both hands into your hair to cradle your face. His blown-out dark eyes struggled to focus as your tight heat choked his length. You were pushing yourself up his cock, begging for Logan to fill you up.

And fuck, he was starving to do it. He didn’t have to chase it for long. The heat in his belly coiled tighter and tighter until he spilled out with a cottonmouth cry. His blurry vision struggled to regain focus on you once he came down. His ruts stilled once he spotted the tears streaming down your face. “I’m not leavin’ you, darlin’. You know I never could.”

Sharp adamantium be damned, Logan took your cheek into his left palm. The pad of his thumb swiped away a falling tear, and he noticed how you didn’t even slightly flinch at how close his claws were to your face. “I love you so damn much,” he spoke again.

He meant each word, and he wondered if you’d ever know much he did. With you, there was no worry of being perceived as some animal, some killing machine, some fucked up individual doomed to deal with bullshit for eternity.

Finally, there was comfort in just being Logan.

“And I love you, Logan,” you gasped out so sweetly.

Logan gave you a small smile at the reassurance. Retracting his claws, his hands smoothed down your trembling body as he pulled out, lowering himself along with each touch as they ghosted over your hips. He was all too satisfied seeing the mess he made between your legs, and it was too hard to resist cleaning it up for you. You were probably oversensitive at that point, but Logan made sure to be so delicate with his mouth as he tasted himself. A dark little laugh fell from his lips once his tongue darted out to taste your cunt. You cried out instantly, loud.

“Shh, sweetheart. You want the whole mansion to hear us again?” Logan hummed against your thigh, taking a little nip at the plush skin before returning his attention to your throbbing flesh. It was like the sweetest honey pouring into his mouth, and the taste of you both on his tongue nearly riled him up all over again. With the most gentle kiss to your clit, Logan pushed himself back up to you.

Your eyes were on his, tired, but content and free of any more tears. Logan beckoned you to sit up with him, fingers grasping the back of your neck to bring you closer. He kissed you then, letting you taste the sweetness covering his lips.

There was still that hitch in your breath, Logan could hear it better than anything. He gathered you into his arms again, “I’ll be back at your side before you know it. I promise. Everyone forgets I can get shit done quicker than anyone else on the team.”

The weight bearing down on his chest finally lifted once he heard you laugh. He followed suit, rumbling out his own laugh while he kissed your cheek. “Now, should I start packing or finally shower?”

“God,” you groaned. “Please get in the shower.”

There wasn’t going to be time wasted without you, not on Logan’s watch. He pulled you into the bathroom with him, immediately all over you again as he waited for the water to get warm. Logan stayed latched to you like a magnet until he had you pinned against the shower wall and between your legs all over again.

Logan needed to pack once you were both dried off. You immediately moved back to the bed while he made his way to the closet. You asked him questions about the mission while he gathered his things, everything from where he was going to and why, until you dozed off. He nearly woke you up once he was done, not ready yet to be away from you. But you were too content, curled up right in the middle of the bed, waiting for him.

There was the sharpest pain in his chest when he awoke the next morning. You were in your usual spot, still in a little ball snuggled up against his back. It hurt like a wound for him getting up, but it was slightly soothed once he saw you open your eyes. “Can I walk you to the Blackbird?” You asked quietly, voice thick with sleep. “I gotta make sure to embarrass the Wolverine in front of everyone before he’s off.”

This girl is so damn ridiculous. God damn, I love her.

“Sure thing, sweetheart. But just know, it’s fuckin’ impossible to ever embarrass me in front of Scoutmaster Cyclops,” Logan laughed, flashing you his typical smirk.

With your own wicked smile, you hopped out of bed and dressed quickly. Logan took deliberate, slow steps in the hallway with you, not hesitating to entwine his fingers with yours as he got closer to his departure spot. In tandem, you both let out a sigh once the Blackbird was just feet away. The melancholy raking his mind waned once Logan turned you to face him. The soft smile across your face hadn’t faded since you woke up.

Logan cleared his throat, “Do try to keep everyone in check while I’m gone. Make sure no one burns the mansion down while I’m gone.

A little laugh slipped through your nose. “Everyone listens to me more than you anyway.”

Gambit and Cyclops were feet away, of course eyeing the couple instead of prepping for the mission. Logan didn’t care. Without hesitation, his arms were around your waist, pulling you close, and kissed you with an eagerness that made the two lurkers turn away. You were still laughing once he pulled away, and he was too. If only Jubilee had been there, she could have finally seen the Wolverine blush.

“I love you, Logan,” you softly spoke. “Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“I love you too.” Logan cooed, leaning in to kiss you again, letting it linger longer before whispering to you. “I can’t promise you that, though, bub.”

His wink was instantly met with you rolling your eyes. With one more little kiss of his mouth against yours, he whispered a goodbye and started to make his leave. You caught him by the leather of his jacket before he could step too far away. Logan felt you slip a plastic case into his hand, and before he could inspect it, you pulled him in close again to whisper in your ear. “Rogue has a CD player hidden somewhere in the Blackbird. I burned you this playlist to listen to while you’re gone. Figured it was time to get you listening to something that wasn’t The Doors.”

Logan looked down at the CD case, another smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he read the track list scrawled in your handwriting. All the songs looked familiar, but he couldn’t exactly remember if he had heard them before. “I’ll make sure to give it a listen.”