Jean pulled the helmet from her head, mastering her features as Logan kicked the stand out on his bike and looked at her.

"They didn't need to throw a party," he muttered.

Looking over her shoulder, she knew Logan could have heard the activity in the house a mile away. "You know how they are."

"Jean, Logan...come on!"

Logan reiterated his opinion on the late night festivities under his breath, grabbing the saddle bags on the back of his bike. He followed Jean up to the house, who took the bag off of his shoulder as he stepped through the threshold of the house.

"It's heavy," he warned with a smirk.

"Go grab a beer and some food," she hefted the bag over her shoulder and climbed the stairs.

Opening the door she usually kept as her own, she removed some of her belongings and transferred them to Kitty's room. Heading downstairs, Jean smiled at Wade as she headed through the living room and kitchen, where she grabbed two beers. Like always, she could find Logan in the quietest, darkest corner; this particular corner being the back porch bench. Holding out an open beer to him, he gestured for her to sit.

"Have enough to eat?"

Logan nodded, taking the cold beer from her hand.

"Make it hard for a guy to leave."

"Can't blame me for trying," she smiled.

"We have to lay low for while, but it won't be forever."

"I know-" she winced at the sad tone of her reply.

"Jean," Logan sighed, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Logan, just enjoy the time you have with us."

He looked at her, rolling the bottle between his hands.

"Where did you put my bag."

"Upstairs, why?"

"Just trying to figure out how much I'm supposed to enjoy myself," he grinned, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Jean blushed furiously, having walked right into one of Logan's old traps.

"Hey you two, are you too good to hang out with-" Wade stopped short, looking from Jean's bashful expression to Logan, sitting back as his laugh came from deep in his chest.

"What does it mean when Jean is blushing and Logan is laughing," he asked someone inside.

"He's propositonin' 'er," Remy answered, a shuffling of cards accenting his reply.

"Remy Le Beau!"

"I'll leave you to it then. Have fun," Wade grinned, heading back inside.

"Logan," Jean hissed.

"Jean."

She looked from him to the door pointedly, as if that would explain herself.

"Good to know some things haven't changed."

"Your bag is in the spare room. With Wade's bag," she smirked, clinking her bottle against his as she stood to leave.

Logan grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him as he stood up, splaying one wide hand on the small of her back.

"Hey," he lifted her chin with a brush of his fingertips.

Trailing them down her throat and across her collarbone, he watched her pupils nearly overtake the green of her irises, feeling her sway on her feet. He met her lips with his, content that her arms slipped around his waist. When they parted, Jean touched the side of his face.

"Are you really gonna make me stay with Wade," he asked with a pained expression.

She tilted her head, lip bit in consideration.

"For now."