On Thursday morning, it had gone exactly as Leah thought it would. The minute she told Charles that she and Logan wanted a week off to "blow off some steam. Together," the Professor had agreed with such speed that she assumed he had to have gotten a couple of glimpses of her recent memories leaking through, and was just fine with not seeing or thinking about any more than that…


"That should do it." Hank taps the small needle mark on Leah's hip, and watches it heal. "The implant's in, and fully charged up. It's good for five years."

"Thanks Hank." Leah hops off the table and straightens her pants. "Appreciate you doing this on such short notice."

"I suspect I know why," he teases.

Leah blushes. "Look…well…I'm sorry that you kept walking in on…things…but we're going to take care of it. That's why I was in such a hurry, because we're leaving in the morning."

"Oh?"

"Canada."

"Ah, yes…I remember, Logan has a cabin there. How long will you be gone?"

"Over a week. The drive is seven hours, so it's a day there, and a day back. So nine days. We wanted a full week to be there…"

"That sounds wise." He smiles. "Enjoy yourself, my friend."


That had been Thursday night. And now it was Friday morning.

She shook herself, staring back down at her duffel bag. They were leaving in an hour and she really needed to finish packing.

Do I really need clothes?

Okay, nice underwear, at least – some of the little lace and satin scraps, not that she thought Logan was going to need a whole lot of additional inspiration.

Socks.

Toiletries.

Jeans? Sure, they might get tired of fucking each other senseless and want to go for a walk or something.

Yoga pants. Leggings.

Flannel and chambray shirts. Sweaters – October in Canada, probably cold.

Pajamas? Logan was a furnace, she knew that already. She tossed in a couple of her sexier nighties, and a button-up collared flannel nightshirt.

Boots, coat, scarf, hat, mittens.

Anything else?

Leah surveyed her suite, her eyes lighting on the pile of games on her bookshelf. The normal reasoning that their bodies would eventually require them to do something else besides have sex didn't exactly apply, between their two healing factors. And I don't really have a problem with the idea that we might not get out of bed for a week…

She shook her head, and grabbed a deck of cards.


Logan had pulled up in one of the mansion's pickup trucks and was waiting out front when Leah exited, duffel bag in hand and backpack over her shoulder. The weather was cool and crisp: a beautiful fall day, perfect for the drive north. Over his shoulder she saw Scott sitting on the ground next to his motorcycle, jaw hanging open and a wrench held loosely in his hand. She was willing to bet his eyes, behind his visor, were popping out of his head, and stifled a giggle.

Logan took her duffel, tossing it in the back of the truck next to several bags of groceries, and covered all of it with a tarp. "Got enough for the week," he said. "It's far enough out, don't want to need to leave till we have to."

"Sounds good." Leah stowed her backpack on the passenger side. When she turned, Logan was standing next to her.

He dropped his voice low. "Didn't know…do we need to hit a drugstore on the way out of town?"

"Nope." Leah tapped her hip. "All set. One of Hank's implants. And…well…I don't think anything else is a concern?"

He smiled, shook his head. "Nope."

"Right then."

He was really close to her, almost pinning her against the cab of the truck, and she could feel the heat from his body, even through the old jeans and flannel shirt he was wearing.

Slowly, his head tilted, and their lips met, and she grabbed onto his shoulders, feeling the light flick of his tongue against hers as his arm went around her waist. They hadn't done much along these lines since they'd decided to leave - and it was actually rather nice reinforcement that oh yes, the simmering heat between the two of them hadn't gone anywhere...

The kiss was over far too soon and she sank back down off her tiptoes as their mouths parted. He smiled. "There's the one to last the drive, huh?"

She smiled back. "Drive fast."

He blew out a breath. "Yeah."

Before they could get any more distracted, she turned and climbed up into the passenger seat, Logan heading around to the other side and swinging up behind the wheel. She couldn't resist a wave at Scott as she hopped in, who had probably gotten quite an eyeful and whose jaw fell open even more.

"See you in a week, Cyke!"