You're Dead, and I'm sorry
Mari grinned at Logan whom stood covered head to toe in toilet paper, "When did people stop toilet papering house and start toilet papering teachers?"
Logan shrugged ripping the paper off his body and stepping out of the carnage to flop on the couch, "I'm not even sure how they managed to get it on me."
Mari laughed softly and sat down next to him leaning her head carefully on his leather clad shoulder, "Are you going to the Halloween party tonight?"
"Naw," He murmured picking up her gloved hand and kissing it gently, "I'm going with Hank and Remy to a paint ball range, we're going to try and kill each other."
"Metaphorically speaking," Hank put in sitting in the arm chair across from the couple, "If it ever came to really trying to kill Logan I would hope that my flight instinct would kick in." Everyone laughed softly and Logan stretched his back kissing the top of Mari's head, "You're welcome to come of course." Hank put in smiling at Logan.
Remy entered the staging room of the paintball range with a bandana covering his meticulously groomed hair, "When did Mari get here?"
"The same time I did," Logan murmured dryly not looking up from the gun he had just been handed, he felt the weight in his hands and held it up to his shoulder, it was lighter then he was used to in terms of guns but that made little difference.
They marched out on the field, Logan and Hank on one side of the field and Mari and Remy on another. The bell rang and both teams dived for cover little pellets of high pressured pain flew through the air, Logan grinned at Hank whom returned his look with a mortified expression of his own.
"I hope you know that I despise you for this!" Hank shouted and jumped over the barrier in to a trench. Logan fallowed him soon after and crouched low in the trench, "why's that blue?"
"This is a great deal less fun then you made it sound!"
Logan laughed and shot a stranger trying to come in from their left flank.
"I thought it was only us!" Hank nearly screamed shooting another stranger that was in a tree.
"Naw, blue that would be a waste of space," Logan jumped up on the bank and fired at Remy whom had just shown his face over his own bunker, "Go around and flush them out." Logan said nodding to the bunker. Hank made his way around and disappeared on to the far side of the bunker then Logan heard a grown of frustration and Hank reemerged with Remy both with bright splatters of pain on them. Logan furrowed his brow and looked around for Mari, she was nowhere to be seen and he suddenly felt very venerable out in the open. He moved back to their trench, dropping in and gazing around the field finally satisfying himself that she was not in the ground he looked up and saw her crouched in the tree grinning at him, he raised his gun but she had already jumped down and slammed him back first in to the earth with her foot, then pointing the gun at his chest fired. Logan glared at her and swiped her feet out from under her and caught her as she fell, rolling her on to her back and kissing her firmly on the lips, there was a certain high about kissing Mari as the veins in Logan's neck began to pop out they broke apart and Logan rolled on his back tangling his fingers in hers and grinning at her, "God you are sexy, I'm gon'na make love to you when we get home."
Mari blushed at his declaration but then sat up and grinned, "You're dead, and I'm sorry Shugah' but I ain't into necrophilia."
They both laughed and stood trudging out of the trench and making the way to the next field for a new game.
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Authors note:
This was a short challenge I was given to writ e a fan fiction with the words 'You're dead and I'm sorry' in it.