Logan woke up to the sounds of dogs barking. It was most probably Boudicca, growling at some stone which she thought resembled another pug.
He felt something slide across his outspread arm and turned to look. It was Isabeaux, cuddling closer sleepily to his naked chest. Her hair was wild, contrasting darkly with her pale complexion.
She looked stunning to him.
He remembered last night, Clothes tearing, wild kisses everywhere, falling on the bed.
He could also remember his growls and her purrs. They had been loud enough that he was sure even the Vampires at the court had heard.
Boy, was he gonna get a lot of grief from his brothers when he went downstairs. But for now he was content.
Isabeaux drew his attention again, her right hand spread lazily across his stomach.
He remembered the vision of her running, moments after they'd first met. She had been a sight, hair streaming behind her, like a Vampiric Artemis or Minerva.
His Isabeaux was too refined, too precious for something as common as Aphrodite. She was his, and he still couldn't believe it.
He thought back to their conversation about marriage,
"Do you ever want to marry me?" Logan stared at the Hound, assessing her reaction.
Isabeaux smiled. "Mon Coeur," Her hand stroked his messy hair. "We are still young, marriage is for old ones."
Logan frowned. "My parents are old?"
His girlfriend laughed softly and kissed him quickly. "Non, but we are young. Why think of marriage now?"
Logan had taken that as a no, so he left it at that.
That had been several months ago, only a month since they had gotten together officially. He agreed that he'd spoken a little soon, but he loved her.
He'd thought she would understand his need to rush, his fear of losing her.
Every time she had to leave to go back to the caves, it crushed him. He imagined a visit from Finn or Magda, or even worse, a stranger. The news that she was gone.
That his Isabeaux wasn't ever coming back to him, to his bed, to his arms.
But she had laughed, shaking it off. Maybe she wasn't as eager for this as he was.
He was broken out of his reverie by a voice.
"..Logan?" Isabeaux's sleep drawl, made husky by her french accent. Just that one word had sexual fantasies running galore through his mind.
Man, was he hooked.
"Mm?" He looked down at her, her impossibly soft ebony locks trailing across his chest as she leaned upwards.
"Je t'aime." Isabeaux smiled down at her love, and leant over for her phone that had somehow made its way to his side table.
Logan grabbed her wrist. "Leave it." He said, as he kissed her neck. The screen flashed blue, showing the caller to be Magda.
"What if it's important?" The frenchwoman asked breathily, her sighs increasing in volume.
"It's not as important as this." He pulled her back towards him, successfully ending the conversation.
Hours later, they both lay against one another, blissfully aware of eachother.
"Logan."
Said person looked down at the vampire laying with a leg over his and an arm around his waist. "Yes Isabeaux?"
"Ask me about marriage in a few more months. I'll answer properly if you ask properly."
He laughed then, a deep laugh bringing a smile along with it. Isabeaux smiled and kissed him.
He decided she was worth the grief from his brothers.
Worth the trouble of Magda and her tribe.
Worth everything.
She was precious, she was his.