Something tells me this is a setup. Is Logan being hired by Mags? Because why else would Mags let it slip so easily? And why would Logan have a roll of mints in his pocket? I doubt her cares about beer/cigar breath himself. *lol*
I always love drunk!Marie. She's very cute here.
“This is not my fault,” Marie pointed out.
Love how she still knows what's her doing and what's not. Haha!
In "The Main Event" Logan carried a can of Altoids ... he offered a mint to Victor - so I guess I've made that fanon. Maybe he does care about cigar breath. LOL
This fic is based on another movie. Marie's character is followed through Europe by the Scott & Jean characters - she just doesn't know she's being tailed. In that film there's a subplot of Scott & Jean realizing they're in love, but in this fic I wanted to concentrate on Marie & Logan, so I'm not including that aspect of the plotline.
Apparently she hadn’t caught the sarcasm in his voice because she responded, “Would you?”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head.
Marie let out a sad sigh. One and a half blocks and a handful more pitiful sounds later Logan swept her up in his arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly as she nestled herself against his broad chest.
“I’m finding a 24-hour convenience store and buying you a pair of flip-flops - ‘cause I ain’t carrying you all night,” he warned playfully.
Marie just smiled and pressed her face into the side of his neck - comforted by the heat of his skin and the smell of the battered leather jacket. She didn’t notice, but Logan was smiling as well.
I still have to exhale myself at the romance and beauty of this scene. I love when it's written this way...not sleazy, not cheap, but where you know her body and her breath was caught for a moment and even in her alcohol-induced state, she unconsciously just assigned him as her hero.
I love a good fic where they're instantly attracted to each other and can't resist the urge to pounce, but I also like the slow build-up too, so I'm glad you appreciate that as well.
I do! Absolutely love a build-up so long as there's pay-off. *grins* Don't recall a time you disappointed with that, which is why I am always a loyal fan.
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I always love drunk!Marie. She's very cute here.
“This is not my fault,” Marie pointed out.
Love how she still knows what's her doing and what's not. Haha!
EDIT: Jesus Christ, I can't type. Ugh.
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This fic is based on another movie. Marie's character is followed through Europe by the Scott & Jean characters - she just doesn't know she's being tailed. In that film there's a subplot of Scott & Jean realizing they're in love, but in this fic I wanted to concentrate on Marie & Logan, so I'm not including that aspect of the plotline.
It will all make sense at the end, I promise.
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Apparently she hadn’t caught the sarcasm in his voice because she responded, “Would you?”
“No,” he said with a shake of his head.
Marie let out a sad sigh. One and a half blocks and a handful more pitiful sounds later Logan swept her up in his arms.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly as she nestled herself against his broad chest.
“I’m finding a 24-hour convenience store and buying you a pair of flip-flops - ‘cause I ain’t carrying you all night,” he warned playfully.
Marie just smiled and pressed her face into the side of his neck - comforted by the heat of his skin and the smell of the battered leather jacket. She didn’t notice, but Logan was smiling as well.
I still have to exhale myself at the romance and beauty of this scene. I love when it's written this way...not sleazy, not cheap, but where you know her body and her breath was caught for a moment and even in her alcohol-induced state, she unconsciously just assigned him as her hero.
:)
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Can't wait for more!
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