A/N: this comes as a request from lunaticnala7.

Logan was looking in the mirror, muttering frantically under his breath, pacing occasionally when Alex barged in. Logan was really worried when she walked in, he hoped she hadn't seen his actions but she had. Such was karma.

"What're you doing?" Alex asked in a singsong voice, her body slipping in front of his so that she could use the sink and mirror.

Logan shuffled absently, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. "You're wearing my shirt again?" it was more of an observation than a question. Alex turned her torso to face him; her blue eyes meeting his, Logan rubbed the back of his neck, knowing full well he'd been caught. Alex took this time to turn fully, her palms pressing against the edges of the basin beside her. She didn't need to say anything.

Logan knew now wasn't the time the right time but he also knew if he lied now, about this, then he'd screwed, just not literally. He sighed, his brain dismissing the dinner proposal he had previously been practicing before the mirror.

"Al," he began shakily, "we've been together for a while."

"I know." Alex smiled, taking his hands and squeezing his fingers, "And Logan, I know you're trying to be romantic but please just get to the point."

Logan chuckled as he yanked her closer, hugging her tightly, filling his nostrils with the smell of her shampoo and moulding her body to his.

He breathed heavily out of his nose as he let her go, standing an arm's length from her, still holding her hands, "Okay." He murmured under his breath, more for him than for her.

"I love you, Al, you know that." Alex nodded; he nodded in response causing Alex to erupt in soft giggles that made him kiss her just as softly. "And you know that I'd never ask anything of you that I didn't think we could handle." Alex's mouth twitched upwards, curious, endeared by his slowness. "Will you move in with me?" he asked after another shaky breath.

Stunned into silence, Alex kissed the corner of his mouth, "I already live with you. You might want to calm down."

Logan rolled his eyes. "I mean, like, a house." He blurted.

Alex dropped his hands.

Logan was worried that he'd done something wrong, moved too fast, had sweaty palms. His mind was reeling when his girlfriend leapt into his arms in a mighty, full body hug that had him stumbling with surprise. Alex was chuckling, kissing his neck and cheek and the only thing going through Logan's mind was 'why did I not ask sooner?'

Alex stepped down from her position and punched his shoulder, a gesture three years of dating had showed him meant 'I love you.' Alex rolled her eyes at him, "How long have you been sitting on that one?"

Logan shrugged, not because it wasn't a big deal, because he'd been waiting for the right moment for nearly four months, but he'd tell her that another time, on their tenth anniversary or something. He shrugged because held forgotten why he'd been worrying so much.

Alex didn't need to say she'd been waiting for him, because she hadn't been. Not really. She had been waiting with him. Waiting for him had occurred between 1986 and 2008.

And Logan, despite their age difference, didn't feel like he was holding her back. Not really. Because she never made him feel guilty – not even when her friends got pregnant or engaged.

"Long enough to know I want a house, not an apartment, with a backyard, that's halfway between the beach and the city."

"But you hate the beach?" curiosity laced her tone as her arms wound around his neck and his hands held her in place firmly against her back and waist. Logan just nodded, already losing himself in her proximity and the feeling of her forehead against his, the tip of her nose poking softly against the side of his. "Are you planning ahead?" Alex asked, her voice teasing.

"If you'll indulge such a thought." Logan locked his eyes on hers, daring her to deny him the luxury. He watched a mixture of emotions dance across her features, curiosity, hope, dismay, happiness. Only then did he realise she had doubted him.

"Any other requirements?" Alex voiced after a beat of silence.

Logan shrugged. "The right side of the bed, two bathrooms, an even numbered address. Preferably no ghosts." He joked, kissing her with each new bullet point to the list.

Alex twirled the hair at the base of his neck in her nimble fingers, barely touching his skin with her nails but heavy handed enough to cause a shiver to slip down his spine and his eyelids to flutter closed while he caught his breath.

"Do you have any specific architectural or otherwise requirements for this house?"

"Our house." Alex corrected.

"Our house." Logan breathed in the correction, murmuring the words as if they would never be repeated again.

"I have a few." Alex kissed him excitedly, her smile prominent but not ruining the kiss. She slipped her hands down his covered biceps and his bare forearms until she held his hands and could effectively drag him to the dining room table to design exactly what they wanted to live in.

To be fair, Logan would have followed her despite her hand grasping his.

And to be honest, Alex loved the way his palms sweated with nerves, it was endearing.

"Let me guess. California?" Alex fumed, "Hollywood?" she asked, the menace crudely clear in her tone.

"Al, you know it would be easiest to live near both of our works." Logan sighed, hating the accusation in his girlfriend's eyes.

"It's not that, Logan, it's that you just assumed." Alex clarified, hating the raise in her voice, the way it gave up.

"Well sor-ry." Logan raised his hands in surrender, "next time I'll check with your highness first." He knew he was being spiteful, and he knew he shouldn't have been because they were both in the wrong, but in the heat of the moment he didn't regret it.

"What is it with you? Why is it always about power? This was a decision we were supposed to make together." Alex sighed, aggravated. "Why can't you see that?"

Logan ran his hands down his face, "I do Alexandra, geez." Her name tasted sour in his mouth, he next to never spoke it. No-one who loved her did. "What's the issue?"

Alex looked just as shocked as he felt. "Maybe I wanted to live closer to home, you know, my family." She spat, not really sure why she was mad anymore. "But if you're not ready for this, to be mature enough for this-"

"Fuck, Alexandra," Logan stood up, slamming his hand on the table beside him as he did so, half for leverage, half for effect. He bit the innard of his lip for fear of spilling his anger. He wasn't really angry at her, he told himself, but her words cut like a blade. "It always comes down to my age, doesn't it? Because it couldn't possibly be your fear of commitment, could it?"

Alex stood three paces from him, mouth agape.

Logan realised what he had said in a horrific moment of anti-climax. "Al, I-"

"Don't 'Al' me!" Alex turned from him, dismissing his reaching hand, leaving it static in the air between them like the remnants of a broken promise.

"Alex, come on, I-" Logan tried again, stepping cautiously closer. Alex's eyes burnt cool blue holes through his shirt, piercing his heart. Her arms were folded tight against her chest. Logan wanted to take a step backwards as a way of sparing his life. But doing that now would be more lethal than standing in front of a bullet train. "I-"

"Don't try to justify what you did." Alex breathed, releasing the tension of her shoulders as she sank into her hip. "You, all by yourself, picked the land for our house and started the building of it."

Logan closed his eyes for a beat, memorising the silence, his hands found the base of his neck. "I'm sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise."

But his apology was dismissed, "Are you sorry you did it or are you sorry you got caught?"

Logan sighed, "Matt's moving into an apartment three miles away from the address, but if you want to change it, find a better spot together…" his voice trailed off, assuming she was going to interrupt again.

"Matt?"

"You didn't know?"

Alex simply shook her head. Her eyes fluttered closed in shame. Now she felt like a fool.

"I'm sorry." Logan repeated, this time meaning it. "I thought he told you."

Alex shook her head again, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "I'm sorry." She whispered, stepping closer to him. "If I had known-I said some awful things."

But Logan didn't care about what she'd said, he believed actions spoke louder than words and her tears, frown and outstretched arms soothed the pain her words had caused. She looked vulnerable and helpless and he loved her.

Logan took his girlfriend in his arms, kissing her cheek as he held her, their cheeks pressing together. "Oh, Al," he breathed, "it's okay, it's okay."

But she was shaking her head against his in silent, sniffling protest. "How is it okay?"

Logan chuckled, moving his body so he could see her face clearly whilst still clutching the small of her back to him. "The angry sex would have been amazing."

Alex rolled her bloodshot eyes, but snorted with laughter as she pulled his face back to hers, placing her lips over his in the fiery passion of forgiveness. "Are the neighbours nice?" she murmured.

Logan snorted in response, lifting her legs from the floor and wrapping them around his waist.

"Seriously Al, you need to see this place." Logan tried to coax his girlfriend into going for a drive that just so happened to be to see their new house - their half complete house.

"Logan, I trust your decision, geez, can it not wait?" Alex chided, wanting to lounge all day instead of being dragged to the door by her boyfriend's adorable pleas.

"That's a lie. Last week you were angry about it, at least let me show you so you can fall in love with it too." Logan was holding his keys in one hand and had her purse in the other. He was using a mixture of his words and his chest to push her out the door. It was half working too.

"Oh, so you're in love with a house now?" Alex teased.

"Yes Alex," he deadpanned, "I'm in love with our house." But the thought did make him giddy so it wasn't really a lie.

She laughed, kissing his lips momentarily before she strolled out the door, somewhat excited but not daring to show it.

It wasn't until they sat in Logan's car at the top of the mile long driveway that it dawned on them they were actually doing this. And it was perfect.

"It looks so good." Alex's nose was practically glued to the window as she gazed at their speck of a house. "You even did the driveway thing." She looked at him, innocence and excitement in her eyes, making him lean over the centre console to kiss her.

"You did want to set our house way, way back into the property." Logan shrugged like it was nothing.

"No," Alex shook her head, "I didn't actually." Now Logan was looking at her confused, he knew they had talked about their house and she had mentioned that she wanted a "mahousively long driveway, A) because it's cool, B) because it protects privacy and C) because it's a great excuse to get a motorcycle or a vertical elevator or escalator." And he knew it was her that had said it to him because he would never forget her reaction to his, "Bet you only want it for option C."

Alex continued. "I didn't actually say anything about the driveway when we designed the house."

Logan protested, "I distinctly remember –"

"If you let me finish," Alex kissed his nose as an apology for interrupting him, knowing that he hated interruptions from anyone but her. "We were talking about driveways all those years ago when we were sitting up one night," Logan remembered it, they were sitting on the end of her bed in her trailer on the set of The Lightning Thief. "We weren't even dating." She smiled at him, liking that he remembered the small things.

"That doesn't mean I wasn't in love." Logan kissed her, proud of himself for remembering such a seemingly pointless detail.