A/N Not too much of a wait this time guys, so I hope you like the chapter. This is mostly fluff because damn I wanted some!

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"I've officially decided that this house is too big."

I turned to the painting at my side, cocking a brow at the young woman featured in it as I waited for an answer.

"Do you agree?" I coaxed after a few seconds, eyes leaving the oil painting and roaming over the hallway I had unfortunately found myself in.

I had been living in the mansion coming up on a year now and I still found myself getting lost every other day. Today is one of those days, I decided when I realized my surroundings were completely foreign to me.

"Didn't you mother teach you manners?" I demanded, turned a disgusted glare on the painted woman, wondering why she was staring off to her side with such wonder.

I scoffed under my breath, lips twitching as I took in the unfamiliar area, "Have you never seen a swing before?" I questioned, staring at the painting with curiosity.

The lady was atypical of the time she was painted during. Flaxen hair, smooth skin and a figure that seemed to be carved from stone, delicately seated on a wooden swing set. I absently rubbed at my barely there hips, pouting as I took in the woman's more boisterous ones.

"You know, you could be a model." I told her, raising both brows and giving her a sly smile.

Once again I found myself without an answer and I frowned, letting out a sigh. I shouldn't have expected one but it was habit. You ask a question, you get an answer.

"Right well Miss Chatty, I had better be on my way..." I trailed off, turning helplessly in a few circles. "And my way is..." My fingers lifted, motioning at each direction with uncertain waves.

With an exasperated whine I dropped my hands, letting them hit my sides with muffled thumps. It was hopeless. I could go back the way I came and hope to find my way back to Victor's bedroom... Or I could go the other way and hope I re-entered familiar ground.

"I can't leave you alone for five minutes."

I turned at the deep voice, sending a frown to its owner before huffing. "So?" I asked, hands on my hips.

Logan chuckled, moving forward to appease me. "So... Maybe I was thinking about a leash..?"

I scoffed, leaning onto one hip. "Just try it." I warned.

He cocked a brow, a smirk making his face light up. "Maybe I will." He threatened back.

I rolled my eyes, wondering how he had found me. "Uh huh sure, how did you find me?" I questioned instead, moving forward.

He smiled, hands resting on my hips as he gave an ungraceful shrug. "I just listened for the sound of complete and utter failure and followed that."

I narrowed my eyes and pushed at his chest. "Shut up! What exactly did I fail at hm?" I demanded, pushing harder when his grip didn't relent.

"Direction," He purred, leaning closer and pressing a kiss to my gaping lips.

I wiggled in his grip, ignoring the way he let out a satisfied chuckle. I forced my lips away from his own, turning a heated glare on him.

"I have a better sense of direction then you do!" I snapped, once again ignoring his teasing nibbles at my jaw.

"Oh really?" He countered, letting me go and backing away. "Prove it." He said simply, waving at the surrounding rooms.

I blinked back my slight disappointment at his distance before biting my lip and looking around. "Well, I uh..." I groaned, wincing when I figured I was as useless as Logan claimed.

"Yes?" One hand swept in front of him, signalling for me to lead the way.

"A leash you say?" I asked, smiling over at him hopelessly.

He chuckled and moved forward, enveloping me in his arms before setting his head on my own. I hummed in contentment, happily feeling myself mould into him, like two puzzle pieces slipping together.

My happiness hit a low when I recalled why I got lost in the first place. I had been looking for the man in my arms so I could inform him of my little problem. I bit my lip before smothering my tear filled eyes into his chest.

"Ivy?" He questioned, no doubt feeling the wetness seeping through his shirt.

"I'm fine." I mumbled back, refusing to pull back and end the moment of bliss.

Logan ruined it anyway, forcing my arms to drop from around his waist as he lifted my chin to look into my eyes. Dark brown met green and I shifted in discomfort, hating the way he seemed to see more than I wanted him too.

"Are you sure?" He asked, smiling gently.

I nodded absently, mentally deciding that I would tell him... Just not now. When he opened his mouth again, most likely to argue, I pressed my lips to his in a chaste kiss.

"I'm sure Logan," I reinforced, forcing him to release my chin so I could wrap my arms around him again.

He chuckled, the sound making his chest rumble as he returned the favour, strong arms encircling my upper body. Deft fingers stroked through my mane of hair as he breathed deeply.

"Why so clingy?" He suddenly asked, smiling as I squeaked in disgruntlement before pulling back.

"I am never clingy!" I squawked, holding back a giggle, even though my arms remained firmly wrapped around his torso.

"Then let me go?" He offered, combing his fingers through my hair soothingly.

I grumbled, amusement gone, but nodded, standing back and letting him go with a pout. He smiled at me, worry still shining in his eyes as he tugged me along, leading me back the way I had came. I allowed myself to be dragged along, also allowing my thoughts to take hold.

I wanted to tell him, to tell him and then be comforted and told everything would be alright. I wanted Logan to comfort me and promise nothing was going to happen. I wanted to be able to believe him.

Logan hesitated before turning the next corner and I smiled, muttering under my breath about his sense of direction. He must have heard me because his grip on my hand suddenly increased tenfold and I suppressed a wince.

"Don't get smart with me," He warned, cocking a brow at me before pulling me into a hallway I recognized.

I smiled when I realised I was back where I had started. So my adventure was over for the day. I smiled as I approached our bedroom door, happily pushing it open so I could enter the familiar room.

"Home!" I sighed, falling onto the bed with a muffled sound.

Logan followed after, hand lingering on the door frame. "Did you want to head down for dinner?" He asked.

I frowned, wondering how long I had been unconscious in the Medbay for. "What's the time?" I muttered, lifting a hand weakly off the bed.

Logan shot the alarm by the bed a look, "Only six."

I pursed my lips, pausing a few seconds to see if my stomach protested. When no sound erupted from it, I chuckled and shook my head, hearing Logan lock the door with a flick of his wrist.

"Are you sure you're okay? I've never seen you turn down food before." He asked, coming to drop himself down next to me, the bed bouncing with the new weight.

I frowned and sent him an amused glare. "Oh I've never turned down food? Whatever Mr Black Hole." I teased, turning on my side and facing him.

"You." He stated, pointing a finger at me. "Are very sassy today."

I cocked my head, staring at his chocolate coloured orbs. "You can talk," I sung quietly, shifting closer and nuzzling into his chest.

He sighed, moving closer as well until he was comfortable. I didn't receive an answer before he paused, kissing the top of my head affectionately. I closed my eyes, breathing in the pure smell of Logan as I scooted closer. I was comfortable, I was warm and I felt safe. In short, I was pretty damn happy.

Of course though, it didn't last long.

"What's bothering you Ivy?" Logan demanded, not moving away but clutching me tighter as if I would try to run.

I frowned at his interruption, "Nothing Logan." I stated firmly, gritting my teeth at his insistence.

"You never act like this," He sighed, once again petting my hair. "You can trust me, can't you?" He asked quietly.

I grimaced, and fisted my hand into his shirt. "Of course I can trust you." I muttered stubbornly. "I'm fine Logan, please believe me?"

He tucked my head under his chin, chest moving with his breaths. "I believe you. Doesn't mean I can't worry..." He trailed off, grip tightening a fraction.

I chuckled, burrowing my face into his chest to smother the noise. "Who would've thought you were such a softie?"

"Hey!" He complained, pressing two fingers into my side, causing a loud squeal to escape the confines of my mouth. "I am not going soft."

I smiled widely, "You sure? Could be a side effect of old age," I teased, sending him a covert wink.

"Old huh?" He joked, pushing a stray piece of hair from my face. "You think I'm getting old?"

I pursed my lips in thought, "I suppose so... Means I have a sugar daddy!" I exclaimed, poking my tongue out at the full grown man.

He scoffed, clearly not liking the idea. I wrinkled my nose before I leant up, meeting his lips quickly before pulling back, hiding my face in his chest.

"Hey hey, no teasing." He scolded, pulling my face up for another kiss.

Compared to the gentle one I had given him, this one seemed to bruise. His soft lips forcefully pressed against mine, moving in a rhythm older than time. I whimpered as he moved closer, forcing my back to press into the soft material underneath me.

Any sounds I made were swallowed by Logan, his mouth greedy as he hovered above me. I pushed against his chest absently, telling him I needed air. With a displeased growl he moved from my lips to my jaw, trailing a line of wet kisses down my neck.

I moaned, my eyelid fluttering closed at his ministrations, hands clenching in his shirt. His chest rumbled, sounding like a please purr at my reactions before he pulled back, sending me a smile.

"No teasing," I whispered breathlessly before swallowing thickly.

He cocked a brow, smiling wider and showing his teeth before he leant forward, only a hairsbreadth away from my lips. His breath tickled my skin, provoking another groan as I wiggled underneath him.

"You're cheating." I whined, gasping when he re-attached himself to my neck like a leech, sucking and kissing.

"Logan." I hissed, arching my back purposefully and felt him moan into my neck.

When he lifted his head to kiss my lips I pushed him up and off to my side before rolling out from under him, practically falling onto the floor. I chuckled at his flushed expression before swallowing when I caught the dark glare he sent me.

I bit my lip, feeling my stomach explode into butterflies. "What?" I questioned. "You broke the rules; I was only returning the favour."

He growled lowly, muscles working as he turned himself around, facing me with an unamused expression. He stalked forward, bed moving as he moved towards me.

I swallowed, "Problem?" I breathed, forcing myself to my feet, angling my body towards the floor.

A plan formed in my head as Logan replied, "No, none at all..."

I shifted awkwardly, continuing to angle my body as he moved forward. Only a few seconds now... I waited until I saw his muscles bunch with an impending leap before I dropped and rolled, throwing myself under the bed.

He hit the ground where I had been with a muffled grunt, before he spun, dropping himself so he could see me. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second when he spotted me, animalistic pride making them glow eerily.

"Well done," He muttered, his gaze turning thoughtful as he worked out a way to catch his prize.

I bit my lip as I wondered what I was going to do now. I had gotten away from him twice... He would be learning by now and I wouldn't last another 'attack.'

"Thanks..." I said, my voice sounding breathless and almost nervous.

He cocked his head as his eyes took in the situation. I could see his next move being formed, the cunning glint in his eyes making the butterflies intensify.

He suddenly dropped himself lower, beginning to shuffle closer to me, his head already under the cover of the bed. I wiggled backwards as one of his hands reached out, brushing the tip of my nose.

I yelped when he shot forward, almost managing to grab my shoulders. I blinked and panted, feeling cool air hit my ankles, informing me that I wasn't completely under the bed now.

He cocked his head before he continued moving forward, one hand still reaching out for me. I whimpered as I moved back, trying to keep far away from the most threatening thing to me at the moment.

Logan was in up to his upper stomach, legs still dangling out of the bed. I flinched back when he growled, wiggling backwards as he fought to get out from the tight fitting space.

I frowned as he left, watching as his face disappeared and was replaced with his feet. I went to shout out before I remembered. My legs were half out.

I scrambled forward, trying to get back under before he noticed. But notice he did... A gruff hand wrapped around my ankle, yanking me out without a second thought. I yelled as I was pulled out before being flipped onto my back.

I grunted as I hit the ground before my wrists were locked above me in an iron grip. I fought back until I ran out of breath, kicking and rolling my body. When the grip on my hands or the legs against my sides didn't relent I huffed, dropping my body against the floor.

Logan chuckled, the recent victory dancing in his dark eyes. I glared up at him, feeling sweat pool in the hollow of my throat.

"I win," He rumbled, smirking smugly.

I rolled my eyes and wriggled my wrists, sparing them a quick glance. "Stop bragging," I growled.

"Why?" He demanded before crushing his lips against mine.

You know, I have never actually written anything like that before... Kind of fun :) I hope you liked it. I just thought we need some actual Logan/Ivy

-Taila