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Tapping the ash out of his pipe against his heel, Logan stuffed the bowl full and tight. Behind him he heard his Rogue, his little Red breath in anticipation of the aroma he'd add to the night. The creak and groan of shocks was the herald of quiet footsteps but they weren't hers, they were his friends. Just like in the tale a flying monkey was running off with a little dog, but it was to no wicked witch they flew. Held over his shoulder Kurt walked off with his Lady like the prize she was.
Reaching for his box of wooden matches he had in his flannel, hands gripped his shirt and brought the monkey short. This Toto looked to him and beyond, off to her Mistress who lay off in the Jeep relaxing in the night. He knew mischief when he saw it, letting light and slender fingers slide about his throat with a slip of leather.
The collar fit snug but not too tight with far fewer notches needed to tie it, and at his chest the leash dangling. At her playful kick Kurt wandered away with his Jubilation over his shoulder, her legs dangling down for him to enjoy as the bounced and swayed to his step. Lighting his pipe at last, Logan gave her his thanks with a wink.
"Feel like going fer a walk?"
At the offered leather his Riding Hood roused from her nap, slipping her slender wrist through the loop to claim him. Out of the Jeep she fell in a flash of red that had him growling, leading him astray with the leash loose between them as he had no reason to resist. But it wasn't to Grandma's house they went, wandering past the cars and up the stairs that lead to the loft that was to be their home.
The night was invited in by her grand window just fitted and fastened only a day before, and by it's light his Rogue was just a wanton will of the wisp dancing in the darkness. Her cloak fell and she stood as a silhouette against the shadows. His leash grew as tight and so did he, fighting against her until she came close taking inches at a time of their tether between them.
"What big eyes you have..." He whispered.
"The better to see you with..."
And in those glistening depths of green he felt bare before her having nothing to hide, she knew the feel of his claws as no other having once stood prone but proud against them with her neck bared. She knew him as no other, she knew the beast that beat beneath his breast and prowled at the edges of his anger for she had her own.
"What big teeth you have..." She purred, pulling taut the leash to lead him into a kiss.
His hands were at her back and down her pleats as the kiss turned feral and fevered, vanishing from view to find a silky slip that snapped under a tug of his thumbs. She gave him slack as her fingers trailed down the bit of leather tied them together, but now he felt thumbs that grazed his belly to tug and toy with a bit of brass. He was loosed with a rip of his zipper, and he answered that by easing her off her feet, kneading heavenly handfuls as he held her. Her hands gripped his mantle and dug deep the fur to find his shoulders, just a gasp and a grunt had between them as she seated herself.
"What a big..." She her husky groan came, but he wouldn't and couldn't let her finish for the need that drove him.
Her leather clad legs wrapped about his waist and locked heels like a trap sprung, just another beast falling easy prey to her beguiling bait. She had no need to be quiet as he struggled, so she sang her own song crying his name to echo again and again. Retelling the tale of a woodsman that had saved a maid from a wolf, they wrote a new ending playing out their fantasy on the Hallowed Eve, his own Red Riding giving him his well earned reward.
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Their bed was his mantle and their blanket her cloak, and from that window by whose light they had made love they greeted the First of November, the dawn coming despite how they hid in a shadow in protest. Resting her head against his chest and admiring the scattered clothing laying like leaves, she noticed something that hadn't been there from the night before. Giggling at the sight, a picnic basket had been left sometime after sleep took them, a fresh scent still hanging in the air.
Beside it was a pile of neat clothes, and a breath was all it took to tell who had played pixie or fay, thinking she now owed a favour to Jubilee who smelt so bashful. Curling against him as he laid there, she toyed with that tag that dangled about his neck, thinking the wrong one hung and should have read different.
"Woof." Logan barked for her, kissing her as her lips parted in a smile.
"Mornin' cowboy, any good with a lasso?" Rogue asked with an eye to the basket.
Two tries with that leash had them breakfasting upon a bed of fur, thinking maybe she owed Toto a new collar and chain doubting she'd ever want them back now. Cold chicken and crusty bread were torn for sandwiches, sharing sips of water and feeding each other grapes. Laying there in their shadow indigo became azure speckled by clouds, just enjoying their first morning together in what really now was their home.
"Walls are mostly up and the floors are down, ya feel like gettin' some beer and pizza for some folks ta give us a hand moving some odds and ends?" Rogue asked of her Mister and the master of their home.
"Could get a few things up here, shouldn't be too hard ta work around." Logan mused, slowly unlacing her boots she still bore from the night before.
"I think maybe the first thing ya should git to is that bath..." Rogue purred, letting go of a trembling breath as his thumb slid along her thigh.
"Tiles down and the plumbing's ready ta go, might have ta go shoppin' fer a good soaker, thinkin' cast iron m'self."
"Oh, well...I just happen to know an expert when it comes to shopping and she's an addict to those home reno shows."
"Welp, I'll leave you ladies ta handle all the decoration choices, I just got a bit o' demo work left ta do towards a balcony a certain someone wants."
"Sounds like the kind o' work that might work up a real thirst, just might have to take a run off for a drink somewhere, one of those watering holes ya mentioned."
In his eyes she saw her own concerns mirrored, still some work training their wolves yet to go after last night. But beneath it was a hint of pride, his was a jealous beast and she hadn't let some mutt go sniffing around his mate. Hearing a door, she smelt her pack approach, light steps traipsing up the stairs so early and unusual for one.
"You decent?" Jubilee asked.
"Decent enough."
At seeing just a bit of head and ears peek over the floor, soon eyes full of mischief peered and then there was a smile. Giggling at the sight, even Logan chuckled with his chest heaving against her.
"Yep, you guys stink. You need a shower, so I'll just confiscate these and run them down to you." Jubilee remarked, reaching for the piles of clothes and pulling them into her arms.
"Just what do you got up yer sleeve?" Rogue asked at the games being played.
"Don't worry, he can do this blindfolded, good thing too cause he's got his eyes closed." Jubilee laughed, ducking under the stairs.
Bamf.
Their world shifted all at once and as the smoke cleared she found herself nearly naked with her love beside her and down in the depths of the mansion. Before she could even look to see just where she was another cloud of smoke had her coughing to the burst of another Bamf, finally taking note of her surroundings to see her in the shower rooms down near the Danger Room.
"Mmm, remind me to thank them both later." Rogue growled throatily already imagining the hot spray warming her.
"First rounds on me when we go for that drink."
Now the laces weren't loosed so slowly, her boots become a snare she longed to be free from, their hands scrambling together at the task. Lost in steam like the morning fog, they didn't fight against a new appetite that came so soon after seeing to another, fed and full yet still hungry for more.
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"You're sure I'm not too heavy in here?"
Looking to her friend and Familiar sitting in the cast iron soaker that had been chosen, there were faucets and other fixtures piled around her. Pushing it all on a cart and making it look easy for the strength her wolf lent her, Rogue reached to give her friend a pat on the head as if she were just another child being taken for a ride.
"Yer an inch shorter than Kitty! And that's sayin' something considering she still looks sixteen even if she's twenty three." Rogue laughed, waving off the concern.
"I'm fun sized!" Jubilee heartily agreed, going back to reading the installation instructions of a light fixture.
"So just what did our bad dog git up to last night?"
"Cuddles, lots of hugging and kissing, maybe a bit of nibbling. Okay and a couple of bites, fang you very much."
"Oh, and just who was biting who?" Rogue asked teasingly.
"Uh, mutually assured owies?" Jubilee revealed with a blush.
Grabbing a couple canvas drop clothes meant for her bed, she tossed them at Jubilee who added them to her neat little order of things in the tub.
"Oh cool!" Jubilee chirped.
"What?"
Pulling the cart to a stop made an effort for just how heavy that soaker was, Rogue leaned in at the edge to see just what Jubilee was so interested in on her phone. There laid the first entries of a bit of work Hank was doing for them alike, and as the pages were scrolled by with every swipe, a beastiary compliments of Merlin emerged.
"It's just alphabetical for now, but Hank says in his text he'll get to work making it sortable for us right down to like, maps and stuff."
"What, go back, ah heck. The Jersey Devil is real?" Rogue growled, glaring at the cryptid as drawn by Merlin looking worse than anything she'd seen.
"Doh, he hasn't got the M's up yet, was gonna check up about the Moth Man." Jubilee huffed, flipping back some pages.
"Ya think Kurt could teach me ta swing a sword, after that Jackalope I don't wanna try chewin' on one."
"I just threw up in my mouth a little." Jubilee groaned with a grimace.
"Sorry."
Petting her friend and playing with her hidden ears, her fingers trailed down to the slight band of technology snugly hugging Jubilee's neck that was her petite image inducer. Looking just so much like a collar, Rogue smiled at the memory of the past nights Dorothy.
"Guessing Toto doesn't want her collar back?" Rogue asked, giggling at the horrified look Jubilee sported.
"Ew, no. Gross. I don't know where it's been. Actually, I kinda do and I mean as much as Logan's kinda rocking this whole Brother In Law vibe now..." Jubilee rambled on.
"Brother in Law?" Rogue asked in her surprise.
Yet the answer was there in the eyes that looked up at her, setting ablaze a different kind of blush. That they were pack said it all, pulling Jubilee into a hug and giving her a kiss to her cheek.
"If he's the brother in law, guess that makes me the sister..." Rogue mused.
"Big sister even, you got almost two years on me." Jubilee pointed out, her hands wrapping up Rogue's as she was held.
"Never had a little sister before."
"Ah, well, from what I understand they can be pains in the butt when they set their mind to it. They're also known to bug their older sisters, lucky for you I like ya."
"Well, then that sounds like we should go pay for this stuff and git it all loaded up in the truck. Then maybe I can go treat my little sister to a milkshake, go look at some jewellery and just spend the afternoon being girly." Rogue added, ruffling Jubilee's hair as she let go to push the cart off to the cash.
"I could do a milkshake, but we all know who has the hips that get the boys racing to her yard. Oh! Can we go to a place that puts some yummy stuff in it, I'm suddenly in the mood for some Amaretto and Irish cream to go with a vanilla shake."
"You make it hard to say no brat." Rogue laughed, skidding on her heels taking a corner too sharp.
It was like the cage match all over again, tonight they'd be opening a can that might have some ugly in it, but heck, they'd have some fun first.
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"Gettin' late."
Tacking in the frame that would hold the door to the balcony, he'd spent the afternoon roughing in everything right down to where the deck would be. With so many hands around the saying was never more true about how light something could be when the load was so freely shared. Sitting on the edge enjoying the view that stretched out behind the garage, he raised his beer in salute to his last helper that had stayed after the dinner bell had been called.
"Ja, perhaps we should call them."
But for all the concern they played at, they both had a steady stream of texts and photos piling up on their phones that they looked at time to time. Their ladies were fine and enjoying themselves so that was enough for them. They had a different kind of double date planned, one that wouldn't be the kind of normal they had enjoyed before, but there were a couple wolves that needed a run after being kept on a short leash.
"Yo Kurt! You expecting a package?" John called.
Hearing the pounding of feet up the stairs, they waited as John rounded up with Bobby at his side. Their hands were rough from the work they had done and with a wave Logan invited them down for a beer with them. Yet from the corner of his eye he saw how Kurt smiled at the courier package in his hands, his thumbs running along it fondly.
"Let me guess, I'm thinking...I got nothing..." Bobby began, breaking down in laughter as he couldn't conjure any idea of what the package held.
"I can trust you to keep a secret?" Kurt asked, turning imploring eyes on them that burned with an eager light.
"Well, Double O Kitty's down with Hank helping him and Merlin make up that monster database, so...yeah." Bobby agreed, earning a nod from his boyfriend beside him.
A wink was the only answer Logan found he needed to give, looking to his friend as he tore away at the cardboard strip. Out fell two jewellery boxes that instantly arose interest in the gathered, just drinking their beers and waiting. Snapping the first open, the ring was like another he knew but of gold instead of silver. And though a sapphire was still set in prominence diamonds dotted the band in pairs of two at each side of the blue gem.
"That what I think it is?" Logan asked, and for how Kurt smiled he needed answer but still did.
"Yes, I am not so foolish to not see when the Lord has blessed me. I wouldn't waste another day without having her answer, but I'll wait until after tonight." Kurt whispered, holding the ring made so tiny in his fingers.
"Shit, we're gonna have a wedding!" John blurted out, his eyes misted over.
"If she'll have me." Kurt agreed, wiping his own eyes on his dusty sleeve.
"No if's man, you just remember to take care of her. Otherwise I'll get this guy over here to beat you up." John said jokingly, pulling Bobby into a hug.
"Hey, hey, I'm a lover not a fighter." Bobby laughed off, proving it with a tender kiss.
"Guess the other one's for the wedding?" Logan asked, losing a fight as a smirk turned to a smile.
Nodding and pressing the box to his lips, Kurt slipped that one into his shirt pocket that rest so close to his heart. Shaking his head and draining his beer, Logan knew without a doubt the day would come he'd get to see that, but for now it was in good company where it was. Passing around a fresh round, a toast was had without words, a brotherhood made to keep the secret until the special lady got to give her answer.
Yet sitting there in what was to be their home, his own thoughts travelled to his love and mate. She'd smiled so soft as he'd picked out a ring of simple unadorned silver that day just not wanting her to be left out, and looking again at that ring of gold his thoughts turned to just what she might like. He had no problem giving her a promise, just another token to hang about her neck near her heart. Just maybe she'd have to wait for the wedding bells until he had a name to give her with that kiss, the future Missus...time would hopefully tell.
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