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Marie couldn't help it. She knew she should probably feel embarrassed but in truth she really wasn't. It could be the fact that Logan gave her one too many Advils, but who was counting, really? She just couldn't stop staring at him.

"Kid, either tell me you're ok, or tell me you're gonna upchuck. Just stop starin' at me" Logan said, lounging on top of the covers with his legs crossed at the ankles, reading a book.

Marie shook her head a little bit to clear up the fogginess in her head, trying to tear her gaze away from Logan.

What is with me? Snap out of it, Rogue, you're already being a burden. Normal is good, remember?

But she just couldn't stop staring!

Logan snapped his book closed and turned on his side towards Marie, looking at her for an explanation. In turn, Marie turned over on her stomach and groaned miserably into Logan's pillow. Soon, she felt Logan's hand rub big circles on her back, smoothing away some of her pain just by touch. She peeked over at his side and saw him on his stomach too, looking hopeless at her cause. Once he saw that she was looking at him again, he paused. "I'm not goin to make you throw up by doing this, am I?"

Marie gave a small smile and reached out her hand to stroke a finger down the side of Logan's face. He closed his eyes and made a noise of approval before opening his eyes to look at her again.

"Really, I'll be okay. No one dies from the stomach flu, Logan. Now get over here. I'm freezing".

Logan rolled his eyes and slid over to Marie, but not before turning out the bedside light. She felt his arm drape over her lower back, and she slid closer to the radiating warmth he was giving off till their sides were flush. She felt him shiver, so she quickly moved over an inch. "Sorry! I didn't mean-"

"Marie, shut up please." Logan said with a gruffness, snaking his arm over her body more tightly and pulling her closer again.

O, well when you put it that way… Marie thought sarcastically, sliding over again into his furnace of a body. She was just getting comfortable when she realized how they were actually positioned. If she turned her head on its side, then her lips would be placed at least two centimeters away from his. Eh, what the heck, right? I just hope I don't puke on him.

Marie closed her eyes and exhaled deeply through her nose, trying to turn off her brain for the night, even though she could feel Logan's gaze on her face. Right before she was about to rat him out for staring, she felt his lips press against her temple. Her eyes sprang open and met his.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly started blurting out random words in a seemingly never ending succession. "Marie! You had your eyes- umm- you seem a little- are you okay-?"

"Logan?" she interrupted him. "Shut up please".

He closed his mouth but continued staring until his expression went from embarrassed to annoyed. He huffed a mighty huff and rolled over.

"G'night Marie" Logan said gruffly.

Marie smiled and carefully turned onto her side so that she was facing Logan's solid back. She saw how tense his back was, and decided to cut the guy some slack. She wiggled forward and wrapped her arms around his middle, using his torso to pull her even closer to his body. Without thinking, she placed a small kiss between Logan's shoulder blades on his wife beater shirt and buried her face into the fabric. Logan visibly relaxed and tenderly grabbed the hand that was resting lightly on his stomach to kiss it.

"Hope you feel better, babe" he whispered softly into the dark of the room.

Marie molded herself to Logan's body and sighed. The last thing she thought before she slipped into a heavy stupor was that Logan was most definitely the best thing that had ever entered her life.