DISCLAIMER: The X-Men? Own 'em? Who me? Naw...although I can't promise that I'll never "borrow" them. teeheehee ;P
AUTHOR NOTE: ~indicates thoughts~, *-indicates telepathy-*, ~*~*~indicates scene change~*~*~, indicates dream
SUMMARY: Sequel to: Backdraft. After leaving the mansion, Jean and Logan spend some time together on their own.
Chapter 1: Monday-morning
Logan stared at the crackling paint on the ceiling of the hotel room. He was lying on the bed, hands resting behind his head. He heard the sound of a door opening and looked over to his left.

Jean emerged from the bathroom, wearing a baby blue bath robe. Steam wafted in the air, trailing her to the bed where she sat down on the edge looking at Logan. "Morning." Jean said smiling as she leaned over to give Logan a kiss on the cheek.

A warm droplet of water from Jean's short hair dripped onto Logan's face, trickling down his cheek and settling in the spot above his collarbone at the base of his neck. Logan scrunched his face up and glared at Jean teasingly.

Jean stood up on the bed, hands on her hips. "What? Did I get you wet?" She laughed mockingly. "Well, let's see how you like this!" Jean, smirked then shook her head all around like a dog, the water droplets spraying everywhere including all over Logan.

Logan growled mischeivously, grabbing a pillow and swinging it at Jean's legs, knocking her down onto the bed.

"Logan!" Jean shrieked, laughing. "You little twirp!"

Logan merely grinned, baring his sharp canines. "I'm a little twirp now am I?"

Jean's eyes grew wide as Logan suddenly pounced on her, tickling furiously. "Logan! Ahhh..hahaha..s-stop..haha!..STOP!" Jean laughed, shrieking and squirming.

Logan's grin got wider, then all of a sudden Jean's feet found their way to Logan's stomach from her pinned position and she flung him backwards with a strong kick.

"OOF!" Logan landed on the floor infront of the bed with a thud.

Jean gasped, stifling her laughter. She crawled over to the end of the bed, looking down at Logan on the floor. Jean couldn't contain herself any longer and burst out laughing.

Logan's eyebrow's turned down into a mock-frown. "You think that's funny huh?"

Jean was trying not to laugh so hard that tears were forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry Logan...*giggles*....are you okay?"

He grinned, leaping to his feet, reading to pounce on Jean.

She stopped him, mid-air, with her telepathy. "No more fooling around now. You go take your shower so I can get dressed."

Logan glared at Jean as his feet were re-aquainted with the floor. He smirked, "Yer jus' sayin' that 'coz I was gonna get ya."

Jean rolled her eyes, teasing him. "In your dreams cowboy."

Logan stripped off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on, and strolled into the bathroom.

Jean sat back on the bed for a few moments after Logan had gotten in the shower. She thought about how she hadn't been this happy in quite a long time. She was so content at the moment, of how things were going. Jean and Logan had been on the road for about a week now and she was glad to finally be spending time with the man she loved with all her heart and soul, the man that loved her back the same way.

Logan loved Jean with all his being. Every breath he breathed for her; just to see her smile, that enlightening sparkle in her eyes, to hear the sound of her heart beating. He would die for her in an instant, and she'd do the same exact thing.

It was as though they were truly meant for eachother; a perfect fit. Fate was on their sides, atleast for now.