Two weeks passed, and the man Jack left as a spy was still there. Jean remained in Logan's room, always wary of the moment he might finally make good on his threats. It wasn't that she hated him, or found him unattractive; her problem was the complete opposite, she had a bit of a lusty crush developing on the stubborn pirate.
Their separate lives made it easy to avoid most daily things like showers, Logan coming to bed when Jean was already asleep, and Jean up and at work long beore Logan woke up. But one night when Logan stumbled over one of Jean's boots, she woke up to see him toss the boot aside and sit on the bed. He tugged off his own boots and unbuttoned his shirt, unaware that Jean was watching him from under her lashes. As he tossed the shirt away, she let her eyes roam over his strapping back and trim waist with rapt attention, tempted to reach out and touch him. Then his weight left the bed and he removed his pants, the strong legs and toned ass making her curse in apprecation of his sturdy form within the confines of her own head.
Logan looked down at her, and she was sure as caught. Waiting for him to say or do something, minutes ticked by that he just stared at her. She nearly flinched as his hand came to her cheek, brushing her hair aside. He hadn't realized she was awake, only admiring her, his face lacking any annoyance or stress. He was really quite handsome, and her heart thumped at that admission, Logan's hand drifting from her cheek, gently brushing his fingers over her throat. Jean moved into the touch, making him smile.
He left her to take a shower, and she turned over to try and get some sleep.
"Jean."
She blinked, looking up into Logan's face. A blush crept over her cheeks as she realized she was staring at him, if he had noticed he said nothing as he sat next to her.
"Did you say something?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the ceremony," he repeated.
"We have to go through with it?"
"The tavern is planning a party for the engagement tonight, seems they want to see us married already."
Jean was quiet, touching the ring on her finger.
"Kurt would do the ceremony. Used to be a priest."
She nodded, he could do it so it wouldn't be official.
"I could always do away with the guy quietly, save the trouble."
"Everyone's going out of their way for us, least we can do is give them a party," she smiled.
Billy approached them with a grin. "I don't see you lovebirds ever leave."
"No reason to leave when we've got everything we need," Logan smirked.
"Why don't you take this beauty off my hands for the day? She deserves it," he winked knowingly at Logan and went back to the bar.
Jean smiled at Logan, whose own face looked uncertain.
"We don't have to, I'm sure you're busy-" she spoke by way of giving him an out.
"Are you going to wear that tonight," he interrupted.
"This, no," she looked down at her pants and shirt. "I'll go change."

Logan was still sitting at the table when Jean came down in a gauzy green dress, hair undone and messy with curls. Jean neednt ask if she looked okay, his roaming eyes obviously approved.
"Changed your mind," she asked with a smile.
"Go back upstairs," he said with a grin, though he wasn't joking.
Jean brushed past him, taking hold of his hand. "Billy let me out for the day, you're taking me out."
They walked around the small community, greeted by other pirates. For what most people thought of pirates, if they saw the Cove, they'd think they were in any other civilized city. Invited into shops, Logan talked business while the women admired Jean's ring, teasing her to the point of blushing.
"You're going to need a dress."
"I hadn't thought of it," Jean admitted.
"Get one with the most buttons and hooks, make him work for it," Vivian winked.
"There's one just across the way at Margie's," Tessa spoke up.
"Ask him for some money, go on!"
This, Jean was not looking forward to. She never asked Logan for something that she hadn't earned herself.
"Logan, could I ask you a favor?"
He turned, eyebrow quirked at her timid tone. "How much and what's it for?"
"A wedding dress."
An amused smile joined the quirked eyebrow, and he handed her the money without a word. Jean leaned in and kissed him, the pair receiving rowdy comments from the store owners that encouraged Logan to give her lip a gentle bite.
"I'll find you," she smiled.
Tessa and Vivian escorted her to Margie's, who immmediately showed Jean the dress. She had to admit that it was beautiful, champagne in color and close-fitting, enough fastenings on it to take a month to remove.
"Try it on, then!"
Knowing her reluctance to try it on would cause them to fuss, she did as she was told and changed into the dress. With the back open, she held it to her chest and left the small room.
"What a sight! He'll think he died and went right to Heaven!"
"First, let's get her fastened in!"
She waited patiently as they hooked each hook and buttoned each button, speechless as she moved into the mirror, harldy recognizing herself.
"I'll take it."
They boxed the dress and sent her on, Jean wandering the streets looking for Logan.
"Hey you," Logan grabbed her around the waist.
Jean smiled, leaning into his chest.
"Is that it?"
She nodded, holding it away from him as he tried to reach for it.
"I was only going to carry it for you," he grabbed the box and tucked in under his arm.
Heading back to the tavern they were greeted by most of the Cove assembled inside. The box containing the wedding dress traded hands as they were served drinks, fed, and repeatedly congratulated.
The party was just getting into full swing when Jean grabbed Logan's hand, leading him up the stairs. Stopping on the landing, she leaned back against the wall.
"I just needed a minute to breathe," she smiled.
"You brought me along..." he let the question trail off, looking down at her.
"Wanted some company."
"Being engaged agrees with you," Logan brushed the backs of his fingers down her arm.
"Helps when you're the one I'm engaged to," she sighed.
Logan put his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her close for a lingering kiss.
"I don't see that guy anywhere," Kurt smiled.
"Go away, Kurt."
"I'm supposed to come look for you."
"Found us, now go," Logan muttered, placing a teasing kiss on Jean's lips.
"He'll be back with an audience," Jean smiled.
"So let's go upstairs," he replied, picking her up easily.
"This happens after the wedding, Logan," she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Nobody waits anymore," he ascended the stairs quickly and shut the door behind them. Now that they were alone, the room seemed smaller and more intimate than previous times they were together. Logan set Jean on her feet and paced around, as Jean watched him with her bottom lip between her teeth. She crossed to the chair where the box sat, running her fingers along the top.
"I have a dress, and a ring...but it's not a real marriage."
"Why can't it be?"
"What," she looked at him with a curious expression.
"We could get married."
"You want to have a wife? A real one?"
"No, I was thinking a wooden one would be preferable...quieter, definitely," he smirked.
Jean rolled her eyes, muttering something about him under her breath.
"You asked."
"I did, but you decided to be difficult about it and would you just tell me if you do want to marry me or not, please!"
Logan picked her up again and tossed her on the bed, crawling over her.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Not the one I just asked," Jean began to smile, but he leaned in and kissed her deeply, over and over until she was gasping for breath.
"Marry me," he asked roughly.
"Yes."