Dangerous Games (rp for bestdamnxman)

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Jean was hard at work programming the console in the Danger Room, but she was thinking about the movies. She wondered how it always seemed to work, the hero and heroine on the road, or on the run, or on the case, fighting the bad guys. Having tension which, in the movies everybody agreed was romantic and fun. In the real world,

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Logan was on time, but just barely. Most of him was looking forward to this as much as he'd looked forward to the sex. But some small part of him felt more fear than anticipation. Or at least what passed for fear with Logan, which admittedly, was a lot like anticipation.

He'd wanted her since he first laid eyes on her. She was his Guenevere but like Lancelot before him, now that he had her, he didn't know how this could work. Though, it was less likely to end with someone being burned at the stake

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"Logan!" Jean turned toward the door, and felt herself smiling. She didn't mean to be smiling so much; she sometimes wished she could play everything off so cool, the way Logan seemed to, so often. The way Scott could

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He loved her smile. The way it lit the room. Good lord, when did he become so sappy.

He was always this sappy.

Logan leaned over and hit the touchscreen.

"Number Two. Sounds romantic."

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Kitty must have been the last one to fiddle with this program, because the Danger Room seemed to have dropped them in Downtown Chicago. And it must have been this time last year, because the street is decorated for Christmas, and buzzing with holiday shoppers. "Okay, coat and scarf for me," Jean announced, and a cute wool number materialized. She added a cap too, for the wind coming off Lake Michigan.

"All right," she announced, looping her arm through Logan's. "Sears Tower is ahead and to the right. If we have bad guys to fight, you think that's the target? Or am I thinking too obvious?"