Logan woke up at five in the morning as usual and lay there for a moment with his eyes closed, listening. Satisfied that all was right in the mansion, he smiled, burying his face in Raven's hair and holding her close. The Wolverine was a cuddler, not that you'd ever catch him admitting it.

Her husband's movement waking her up, Raven sighed and cracked an eye open. She loved the big lug, even if he did insist on waking up at such an ungodly hour of the day.

"Mornin', Ray," he sighed happily, kissing the top of her head. She rubbed the arm wrapped around her waist absently.

"It's not morning."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how is that?"

"Morning is when the sun comes up. But it's also not night right now either. Night is when you let me sleep."

He chuckled softly, kissing down her neck.

"It's nothing," she mumbled, turning over in his arms and facing him.

"Good nothing, then," he smirked.

"Good nothing, James."

"It just doesn't have the same ring to it."

"Then let me sleep in for once," she snorted.

He ignored the makings of her usual bad morning cheer and snuggled up to her warmth. She could give him as much attitude as she liked later, but right now was a rare moment. Calm, quiet, and peaceful. Raven chose to stay silent, taking comfort in the warmth of her man and the bed they shared.