Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for sexual references
Summary: Rogue, Kitty, and Lockheed comment on Logan's destruction of a bed.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Het, Slash, Established Relationship, Unidentified Character
Word Count (excluding heading): 463
Disclaimer: Logan/Wolverine, Rogue, Katheryne "Kitty" "Shadowcat" Pryde, Lockheed, the X-Mansion, and the X-Men are & TM Marvel comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I never could get a clear shot of the guy accompanying Logan in my head, so you'll just have to guess his identity. :-) I've always only paired with Wolvy with Victor when writing slash for him, but Vic just doesn't suit this particular character. Heck, had it been Vic, Logan wouldn't've gotten a chance to do what he did to the bed. ;-)
"Wolvy, what happened, shugah?" Rogue asked the leader of the two men carrying a King-size mattress that had deep claw marks running through it.
"Was it that good?" Kitty asked, blushing deeply even as she blurted out the question.
"Coo coo!" Lockheed waggled the ridges above his eyes at the guys.
"It wasn't that," Logan muttered, grunting underneath the bulk of the mattress.
His partner spoke up. "It fell on me." He remembered the pain that had struck him in the small of the back when the mattress had fallen from where they had leaned it against the wall to give them room to move in their new couch. He'd barely registered the cry that had broken from his lips, but Logan had heard it and sprang immediately into action. Before he could have taken another breath, his sweetheart had barreled over the top of the three-seater couch that would barely squeeze through their doorway with all their combined effort, flipped through the air, and slashed all six deadly, adamantanium claws through the offending bed on his way back down to standing on the carpet.
"Honey, if'n ya were that desperate ta have somethin' top ya an' Ah had control o' mah powers, Ah would've been happy ta oblige."
Logan unsheathed a single claw as he growled, "The only thing toppin' him is me."
Rogue immediately grew serious. "Sorry, Wolvy, Ah didn't mean anythin' by it. Ya know mah heart ain't in it, darlin', an' Ah knew 'fore Ah evah said anythin' that he wouldn't be interested. He loves ya!"
"And love does you both good," Kitty amended to which Lockheed cooed his agreement from his perch on her shoulder. Kitty then caught Rogue's arm, hurriedly reminded her friend of the new store they'd been heading to check out, and pulled the Southern belle out the front door of the mansion before her flirtatious nature could get her into trouble again.
"You have a way with women."
"Funny," Logan returned with a grin. "I was just gonna say the same thing 'bout ya."
"They are right about something, though."
"What's that?" Logan asked, sitting the couch down momentarily.
"My love looks good on you," he answered, smiling. He bent and kissed him.
The gentle kiss seared Logan straight through the toes of his boots. "Come on," he murmured when his partner lifted his mouth off of his. "The sooner we get back wit' a new mattress, the sooner I can show you just how good love looks on the both o' us."
A grin played across his lover's handsome face. "Is that a blush I see?"
"No," Logan growled savagely, extending just the tips of his claws in warning, and his partner quickly dropped the subject. There were some things that not even he dared to tease the Wolverine about!
The End