For quotethis_muses - June
Why did I believe that woman? >> Ezekial Aikle's epitaph
Logan’s nostrils flared, his brow creased as he tried to work out how the smell of pancakes worked into his dream. Last he recalled fucking Allison on the hallway floor of her apparent hadn’t involved any pancakes cooking. They were supposed to have been saying goodbye, but their kiss turned into groping and groping turned into foreplay and the foreplay turned into hard and fast sex and the sex turned into carpet burns. And now it was another of many memories that Logan didn’t exactly mind reliving lately.
Still, the smell of pancakes was troubling. Even more troubling was a familiar Southern drawl whispering his name and urging him to wake up. He groaned in protest, not wanting to let the dream go. His hazel eyes opened to slits, and he bared his teeth.
There was soft laughter that seemed to fill the room, and the smell of pancakes was joined by the scent of jasmine and freshly mown grass. His eyes opened all the way, and he flinched at the larger than life vision of Rogue’s face. “Jesus, fuck-”
More laughter. “You never were a mornin’ person, were ya?”
Logan shook his head, and pulled the sheets up his body. Until he realised it made his erection all the more obvious and he pushed them back down to try and cover it up. “No.” Christ almighty, he didn’t really need her here right now. Not when all he wanted to do was take himself in hand.
Rogue smirked, and her brown eyes sparkled with knowledge she shouldn’t really have. “Good dream?”
“Fuck you.”
“Not if the Doc has anythin’ to say about it.”
Logan grimaced and rubbed his hand over his face. “What’s the time?”
“Eight oh three.”
“And you’re here because?”
Rogue resisted the urge to straddle him, not wanting to send the wrong signals. She had been known to sit on his chest until he’d relented and gotten out of bed. She’d stopped all that when she’d moved out. “It’s Sunday mornin’, I ain’t seen you in forever and I missed ya.”
“Is that all?”
“Mmhmm.” She gave him a smile that should have made her the picture of innocence but he knew better.
“And the pancakes?”
“Thought I’d save ya a trip downstairs.”
He frowned. “What’ve ya done?”
Rogue’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “I ain’t done anythin’!”
Logan’s gaze flicked over her features before looking down at her left hand. The engagement ring was visible, the diamond sparkling in the early morning light. He made a noise, and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Congratulations.”
Rogue looked down as well, and wiggled her gloved fingers. “Thanks.”
He frowned again, eyes back on her face. He had been expecting the moment she’d come here to tell him to involve much bouncing and grinning and hugging. Or to involve ball-busting lectures about deciding her future for her. This calm happiness was making him uncomfortable. He leaned back against the headboard and raked his fingers through his hair. Maybe she’d found out about Cameron. Even then he expected a bigger emotional reaction. He inhaled deeply, trying to get some kind of indicator from her scent. “What’s wrong, kid?”
“Nothin’!” she replied quickly. “I just wanted to make ya breakfast and spend some time with ya, okay? I wouldn’t have bothered if I was gonna get this kinda welcome.”
Logan’s mouth pulled to the side and he folded his arms across his chest. “So where’s this damn breakfast?”
Rogue relaxed, and she turned to pick up a tray that had been sitting beside her on the bed. She set it in place, and then sat back again. “Pancakes, juice, coffee… all the good stuff.”
Logan arched an eyebrow, and grunted in appreciation. He unfolded his arms and reached for the coffee. “Is that it?”
This time it was Rogue’s turn to frown. “You’re hungrier than that?”
“Ain’t talkin’ about the food, Marie.” She made a face that clearly put across the fact she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Logan sighed, and took a sip of coffee before setting the mug back in place and looking at her. “You never come here just to hang out, darlin’. Not anymore. Usually ya got somethin’ on your mind, so just cut the crap and tell me.”
“It’s nothin’, I swear.” Rogue even crossed her heart. “I really, honestly just wanted to see ya. Remy came around for dinner last night, and it just got me to thinkin’ that I hadn’t seen ya in a while, okay?”
Logan smirked. “Yeah, okay. So when do I get to be the one invited for a dinner party?”
“You wanna be the one invited for a dinner party?”
He snorted. “Not really, but it’s the askin’ that counts.”
“You scare him,” Rogue blurted out.
“Who?”
“The Doc.”
Logan snickered, and tore a piece off one of the pancakes. “I scare a lot of people, darlin’.”
“You don’t scare me.”
Logan chewed, and swallowed. “Don’t remind me.”
Rogue made herself comfortable, and fell silent as she just watched Logan eat. He was a little uncomfortable with her eyes on him, but it was nothing now that he knew she wasn’t ignoring him. He finished off the breakfast pretty quick, and folded his arms behind his head as he let out a contented sigh. His moment of peace was cut short when the slender brunette practically threw herself on top of him in a hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You got no idea what givin’ Chase your permission means to me. We’re getting married and it’s all because of you! And I want you to give me away and everythin’! It’s gonna be amazin’, and it’s all because you talked to him. We nearly broke up in the Bahamas, but that’s only because he lost the ring and then he just figured he shouldn’t ask me, but when I ran out he came after me and then he just proposed then and there and it was so perfect, even if no one else would think so.”
“Jesus, fuck-I knew this wasn’t about damn pancakes.”
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
Words: 1031
justalilcontact used with permission, as is allison_md and chasemd.
Logan’s nostrils flared, his brow creased as he tried to work out how the smell of pancakes worked into his dream. Last he recalled fucking Allison on the hallway floor of her apparent hadn’t involved any pancakes cooking. They were supposed to have been saying goodbye, but their kiss turned into groping and groping turned into foreplay and the foreplay turned into hard and fast sex and the sex turned into carpet burns. And now it was another of many memories that Logan didn’t exactly mind reliving lately.
Still, the smell of pancakes was troubling. Even more troubling was a familiar Southern drawl whispering his name and urging him to wake up. He groaned in protest, not wanting to let the dream go. His hazel eyes opened to slits, and he bared his teeth.
There was soft laughter that seemed to fill the room, and the smell of pancakes was joined by the scent of jasmine and freshly mown grass. His eyes opened all the way, and he flinched at the larger than life vision of Rogue’s face. “Jesus, fuck-”
More laughter. “You never were a mornin’ person, were ya?”
Logan shook his head, and pulled the sheets up his body. Until he realised it made his erection all the more obvious and he pushed them back down to try and cover it up. “No.” Christ almighty, he didn’t really need her here right now. Not when all he wanted to do was take himself in hand.
Rogue smirked, and her brown eyes sparkled with knowledge she shouldn’t really have. “Good dream?”
“Fuck you.”
“Not if the Doc has anythin’ to say about it.”
Logan grimaced and rubbed his hand over his face. “What’s the time?”
“Eight oh three.”
“And you’re here because?”
Rogue resisted the urge to straddle him, not wanting to send the wrong signals. She had been known to sit on his chest until he’d relented and gotten out of bed. She’d stopped all that when she’d moved out. “It’s Sunday mornin’, I ain’t seen you in forever and I missed ya.”
“Is that all?”
“Mmhmm.” She gave him a smile that should have made her the picture of innocence but he knew better.
“And the pancakes?”
“Thought I’d save ya a trip downstairs.”
He frowned. “What’ve ya done?”
Rogue’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. “I ain’t done anythin’!”
Logan’s gaze flicked over her features before looking down at her left hand. The engagement ring was visible, the diamond sparkling in the early morning light. He made a noise, and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Congratulations.”
Rogue looked down as well, and wiggled her gloved fingers. “Thanks.”
He frowned again, eyes back on her face. He had been expecting the moment she’d come here to tell him to involve much bouncing and grinning and hugging. Or to involve ball-busting lectures about deciding her future for her. This calm happiness was making him uncomfortable. He leaned back against the headboard and raked his fingers through his hair. Maybe she’d found out about Cameron. Even then he expected a bigger emotional reaction. He inhaled deeply, trying to get some kind of indicator from her scent. “What’s wrong, kid?”
“Nothin’!” she replied quickly. “I just wanted to make ya breakfast and spend some time with ya, okay? I wouldn’t have bothered if I was gonna get this kinda welcome.”
Logan’s mouth pulled to the side and he folded his arms across his chest. “So where’s this damn breakfast?”
Rogue relaxed, and she turned to pick up a tray that had been sitting beside her on the bed. She set it in place, and then sat back again. “Pancakes, juice, coffee… all the good stuff.”
Logan arched an eyebrow, and grunted in appreciation. He unfolded his arms and reached for the coffee. “Is that it?”
This time it was Rogue’s turn to frown. “You’re hungrier than that?”
“Ain’t talkin’ about the food, Marie.” She made a face that clearly put across the fact she had no idea what the hell he was talking about. Logan sighed, and took a sip of coffee before setting the mug back in place and looking at her. “You never come here just to hang out, darlin’. Not anymore. Usually ya got somethin’ on your mind, so just cut the crap and tell me.”
“It’s nothin’, I swear.” Rogue even crossed her heart. “I really, honestly just wanted to see ya. Remy came around for dinner last night, and it just got me to thinkin’ that I hadn’t seen ya in a while, okay?”
Logan smirked. “Yeah, okay. So when do I get to be the one invited for a dinner party?”
“You wanna be the one invited for a dinner party?”
He snorted. “Not really, but it’s the askin’ that counts.”
“You scare him,” Rogue blurted out.
“Who?”
“The Doc.”
Logan snickered, and tore a piece off one of the pancakes. “I scare a lot of people, darlin’.”
“You don’t scare me.”
Logan chewed, and swallowed. “Don’t remind me.”
Rogue made herself comfortable, and fell silent as she just watched Logan eat. He was a little uncomfortable with her eyes on him, but it was nothing now that he knew she wasn’t ignoring him. He finished off the breakfast pretty quick, and folded his arms behind his head as he let out a contented sigh. His moment of peace was cut short when the slender brunette practically threw herself on top of him in a hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You got no idea what givin’ Chase your permission means to me. We’re getting married and it’s all because of you! And I want you to give me away and everythin’! It’s gonna be amazin’, and it’s all because you talked to him. We nearly broke up in the Bahamas, but that’s only because he lost the ring and then he just figured he shouldn’t ask me, but when I ran out he came after me and then he just proposed then and there and it was so perfect, even if no one else would think so.”
“Jesus, fuck-I knew this wasn’t about damn pancakes.”
Wolverine
X-Men (movieverse)
Words: 1031
justalilcontact used with permission, as is allison_md and chasemd.