I should really talk Logan into vacating his room and relocating. Even though he's been in it for forever so that it really feels like his space, with the Asian decor and the occasional claw mark on the wall, and even though it faces east so that the morning sun finds it's way in easily and his window has some of the best roof access. Despite all of these lovely features that he loves, I should really talk Logan into moving his room further down the hall.

We finally come up for air an entire hour later and I am extremely pleased with myself to say nothing of how ecstatic I am with this wonderful boyfriend of mine letting me have my way. Really, he can be such a giving person. A fiercely intense and mind-blowing giving person. And honest to God, we haven't even moved passed first base. Maybe slightly brushed onto second. I debate on just how happy this makes me versus just how happy going further will eventually make me.

This is my introspective contemplation as we are once again coming out of his room and I realize my next move should be talking Logan into moving his room down the hall, because, goddammit if we don't run into Bobby again. The Iceman has the worst timing in the world. Or, evidently, we do.

Seriously, though, there's just no trying to pretend we were doing anything other than getting lost in the throes of a passionate make-out session. Although, considering this is Bobby, I'm sure his mind goes several steps passed the reality and right on into afternoon sex. Which was his choice of activity because Lex is right behind him.

Three of us look at least somewhat guilty.

Lex looks like she is going to positively explode with excitement and is focusing on my neck.

Shock is prominent on Bobby's face at he stares at us and then victoriously and emphatically points both fingers at us. "I KNEW IT! I-FREAKING-KNEW-IT!" He turns to Lex. "See, I TOLD you there was something going on!"

She's still grinning at me.

"Of bloody course, there was something going on, you dolt."

Bobby's face falls as he realizes that Lex is not at all surprised to catch the two of us red-handed and decides to blame me.

"Hey, Jubes, I'm cool! I can be trusted! You know I have no problem with you guys!"

"You also can't keep you're flamin' voice down," Wolverine accuses.

Bobby has indeed, been practically yelling at us this entire time and has the courtesy to look embarrassed when Wolverine brings his volume to attention.

"Yeah, well, if you had just out and told me, I wouldn't be surprised and using my surprised voice right now, would I?"

"Y'know, he has a point."

I glare at Lex. "Who's side are you on anyhow?"

Wolverine sounds just exasperated. "There're sides now?"

Bobby employs puppy-dog eyes. "Really, Jubes, I'm kind of hurt, and holy crap, that is the biggest hickey I've ever seen, and man, have I seen Hoover marks in my day! We're you trying to feed off her, Wolverine?"

My hand flies up to my neck as Lex starts laughing. "Aw, shit! It's summer! This is so not turtleneck weather!"

Lex is bent over and leaning against Bobby she's laughing so hard and the Iceman looks like he's examining Wolverine for vampire fangs. Although, he is the Wolverine and so his canines have always been rather pronounced.

I scowl at my guy again who is unreservedly unapologetic.

"You're the one who didn't want to stop." His tone of voice alone is enough to make me want to forgive him instantly and take him back into the bedroom just to show him how much I forgive him. Although, it is entirely unfair that any hickey he might receive on my behalf will only heal instantly.

"Don't worry, luv, I have a cute light weight scarf you can wear. It's even light yellow."

"Really? You have a yellow scarf? That's not really you, Lex."

"I saw it and thought of you, roomie. I was going to give it to you before I left anyhow!" I smile hugely at the thoughtful redhead and we head toward her guest room.

"Think of it this way, Jubes, you can come up with a whole new outfit. Cute black shirt, maybe white, those dark denim jeans you bought on sale last week. Covering up the evidence of your harlot ways can be loads of fun." She tosses back a wink with glowing yellow eyes at Logan with that last line.

I glance back at the guys who both look a little surprised at how abruptly we're making our departure.

"I'll see ya later, Wolvie!"