OOC: Dated way way back, to Christmas Eve; after the party that sort-of-never really-happened, she finds
Logan's gift. I realize that Jean's gifts are going to be late even for New Year's gifts, but pretend with me!Jean had put her Christmas shopping off until. . .well, later than the last minute. She had done New Year's gifts the previous year,
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She loves me?
A wide smile broke out over Logan's face. "Mars."
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She stared at him.
"What the hell are you smiling about?"
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"Nothin'."
He continued to grin.
"Look, Jeannie, what do you want?"
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She pushed her hair behind her ears and looked at the ceiling. "I want to go to bed with you. And I want to wake up with you. And I want to know what to say to people when they ask what's going on with us. And -- if you have to go away for three weeks or three months, I want to know where you are and that you're coming back. And I want --"
She flicked his arm with her finger, once for every word. "I - want - to - know - what - that -grin - is - about."
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"Ok."
He settled back onto the bed. Lifted a finger.
"You have the bigger room. You want me to move in, you just say."
A second finger joined the first.
"You say whatever the hell you want to say. You wanna be official? Ok. We're official. You're my girlfriend."
A third.
"When I can keep you in the loop I will and when I can't I'll explain myself."
He waved his whole hand.
"I'm happy. That's all."
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She looked down on him.
"So how do we keep it from being the way you don't want it to be? I don't think I can afford another screwup."
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God, woman.
"Calm down, Jean. Let's just - I mean, don't over think it. Is anyone really bothering you about this? Or are you jumping at shadows?"
Its not that he didn't care. Just, its not that complicated. Right?
He gave her hair a little tug. He can't imagine ever getting tired of that hair.
"There's no rush here. Okay? We got - eons maybe."
He smiled, softly.
"Love you, too."
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"I don't know," she sighed, at his question. "Maybe you're right. Nobody's said anything to me, but -- can you blame me that I can't stop imagining things that could go wrong?" Her hand slid down to his hard, firm stomach. "Maybe you should tell me what I should be thinking about instead."
She listened to his words with pleasure, but no real surprise, and she didn't assign the declaration any particular significance. Of course, she knew, he loved her, just like she loved him. About that, she wasn't in doubt, and hadn't been for a long time.
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"No. I can't blame you. Just wish you wouldn't."
He pulled her closer.
"Ain't gonna tell you what to think. Ever. But I don't mind distractin' ya."
Phoenix and Wolverine. Together. Forever didn't matter right now.
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