nothing's mine but jay :)
Jay finds him a short while later, he's camped out in Storm's rose garden, puffing away on a Cuban. He senses her before she's made it out the doors, at least here her scent won't be as strong. She's changed, casual jeans and a black t-shirt hug her frame and tan heeled boots complete the look. She doesn't say anything, just sits next to him, head reclined and eyes closed. They sit like that for a while, neither makes a move to talk. They simply enjoy the quiet company of each other, lost in their own thoughts. She's still close and he can smell her mixed with the roses, he wants to touch her but he's not sure how'd she respond to that. She seems so completely relaxed, her presence soothing both animal and man.
Soon enough they can hear Jean calling her name, shaking her head Jay gets up, leaving a murmured thank you in her place. He hates it but he's drawn to her, the amazon with soft brown eyes and a beautiful smile. He doesn't know how he always gets himself into these situations but he does, he always does. There's a familiar tickle in the back of his head, he's being summoned, breaking the inner monologue in his head. Sighing he hefts himself up against the wall, taking one last puff of his cigar he struts inside. Making his way to the lobby he can hear quick accented French, the sight makes his heart twist. Jay's arms are wrapped around a rather tall guy, one who looks very familiar but he just cant place him. Logan watches the guys hands slide down her back, travelling much lower then he would like. He wants to reach over and rip her way but he cant, he has no claim to her and he knows this. He cant help the growl that slips out between his clenched teeth but if anyone hears they say nothing.
Eventually they break apart and damn it all to hell its Bub from the island, red eyes stare back at him and that smug grin. A wink from the Cajuin sends him over the edge, his claws are drawn and suddenly Jay's in between them. It takes all his restraint but he manages to back off, he doesn't want to hurt her, that thought alone stops him cold. She's gentle as can be as she grabs his still clawed hands, massaging in between the knuckles and smiling up at him, she continues long after his claws are retracted into his forearms. Damn right his woman isn't afraid of him. The wolverine growls in contentment his human side in shock, his woman?
X ushers them into his office, Logan chooses to recline against the door, watching as the Cajuin and Jay take up the loveseat. The picture of them together doesn't look right, it should be him she's cuddled up to. They manage to get through the meeting, X wants him to show the Cajuin around, he still needs Jay. Reluctantly he agrees, it takes them to the top of the stairs before the Cajuin explains. Jay had helped him out of a pretty sticky situation, he respects her to much to even think of her in that way. She's been his little sister and best friend wrapped in one for as long as he can remember. Secretly Logan's pleased with the information, leaving the Cajuin with a grunt he heads towards the garage.
She's got him all kinds of twisted and he's in desperate need of a ride and good stiff drink. The room still smells strongly of her blood, no one thought to clean her car. The yellow camero is smeared in blood, it's a sight out of a bad horror movie. Taking a closer look the bloods every where, the seats, doors, dash, wheel and it tugs at his heart. He cant help but feel compelled to clean it, shucking off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves he starts at it. Two buckets of suds, armoral, a dozen rags and 3 hours later he's finished. The car smells like disinfectant, it burns his nose and he can no longer smell her.
A small noise comes from the door way and there she is. Her eyes are wide and filled with tears, her tank and shirts show a lot of skin but it's her smile that takes him away. Slowly moving around the car he tries to offer and explanation, strangely not embarrassed at the care he's put in. Just as he opens his mouth his arms are around him and her heads buried in his neck, its automatic as he crushes her to him. He cant help but inhale her scent, she slowly pulls back slightly and smiles up at him. It feels to good to have her smile like that at him, before he knows it they're in the car, her hand on his as they speed off. The stars are out and she surprises him by climbing onto the hood of the car, pulling him with her. As they sit there he's at peace, content and happy. She's cuddled up to him and it feels o so right, but the moment will have to end.
They stay like that for a couple hours, before he knows it she's fallen asleep and the suns coming up. Scooping her up gently, he deposits her into the passenger seat, making their way home he cant help but steal looks at her. Her heads titled on the window, hair falling into her eyes and she's smiling. Easing the car into the garage he tries to wake her but its pointless, she just shoos him off. Once again he cradles her in his arms and carries her up the stairs, using his noise he finds her room and lowers her to the bed. Taking care to pull the blankets over top her and remove her shoes, he stays and watches her. A kiss on the forehead and one last glance of her curled up to a pillow, her mouth moving in soundless words he leaves.
Jay's gone before he's awake, but there's a container on his dresser. The wrappings black and he cant smell anything from the box. Shredding open the paper he opens the lid. Aged scotch and Cuban cigars with a beautiful cherry humidor and a little note, "thanks for the stars". He smiles to himself, lighting one he swears it's the best cigar he's ever had.
