FEBRUARY


Four months, one Christmas road trip to Alaska, and several masturbatory experiences later, it was nearly Valentine's Day. But I was pretty sure Logan didn't do Valentine's Day at all, so I kept my celebration to myself.

It consisted of truffles and sleazy romance novels.

C'mon kit, it's Valentine's Day.

That's tomorrow.

And it ain't like yer gettin' it done yerself...

I opened my eyes and glared at the ceiling.

Ah would if yah would stop distracting meh!

I'm jest trynta help.

I sighed. He was right about me not getting it done. My brain just wouldn't slow down, and I kept getting offtrack. It was really hard to masturbate with voices in my head too, especially ones that wouldn't shut up. And Wolvie never had stopped bitching about getting "his turn."

If ya don't wanna, I'll go. But if ya need a little relief there...I'm here for ya, kit.

In my head, he gave me big puppy dog eyes, like any good friend would offer to help their friend masturbate. I rolled my eyes and glared at the ceiling some more. I had to admit, I did want to see how my dream would have ended with him, if Logan hadn't woken me up with his nightmare. Maybe it would be best if we got it out of our systems like Logan and I had.

Alrah-ght, watcha got? I asked Wolvie, trying to sound more confident than I was.

Wolverine made a growling chuckle sound that made me shiver. I closed my eyes and met him in my mind. He had a human body again, which I only knew because he was breathing on my neck. I moved my head to the side, but resisted the impulse to make any other movement.

He closed his mouth over his bite mark, but didn't bite down. I stayed still, aside from a whimper I couldn't help. He bit down harder, slowly increasing the pressure. Just before he broke the skin though, he let go and lapped at the bruise. His tongue felt warm and raspy, causing me to whimper for a second time. He growled and did it again, and I felt his arms wrap around me. My back hit his chest, and I dimly realized my knees had given out.

"Easy, kitling. I gotcha." He purred.

His hands slid over my hips and hooked the inside of my thighs, dragging me up his chest so he didn't have to stoop anymore. My toes barely touched the ground, and his hips ground against my ass. I whined and gripped his arms.

"Bed." I gasped. "We need a bed."

The forest disappeared, replaced by the cabin where we had stayed several months ago. Wolvie pushed me down so that I was bent over the bed at the waist with my cheek pressed against the mattress. He leaned over me and buried his hand in my hair, his thumb brushing over my cheek much more gently than he had been moments before.

"Better?"

I pushed up on my elbows and twisted around. He didn't look very happy about that, but then I took my shirt off. The very next second, I realized what I'd just done and tried to clutch it back to my chest. I was a good little girl from a small town—what the hell possessed me to take my shirt off?! Maybe because Logan and Wolverine both had already seen me naked and this wasn't real anyway.

"Don't." He pulled my shirt away, and his golden eyes flashed. "Mine."

I blushed from my neck to my ears. Wolverine had told me I was his before, his packmate, his best friend, sometimes if guys at the bars would look at me too close, he would snarl out that I was his girl. But this felt like it meant...more. Wolvie leaned forward and rubbed his cheek against mine, and I relaxed. He gripped my waist with one hand and stroked my hair again with the other. I placed my hands on his shoulders and gathered my courage.

"Can yah take off—"

He pushed back and tore off his shirt before I could even finish. Okay then. That was easy. I wanted to stare at him in all his bare chested glory until my brain dripped out my ears, but he bent over, bracing one hand on the bed. His face pressed close to mine, close enough that we were breathing the same air.

I raised a hand to put it on his shoulder again, but he pulled it up higher with his free hand and drug it through his hair. I scraped my nails along his scalp just behind his ear, and he closed his eyes with a growl. His mouth hung open slightly as he panted, and his brows furrowed. I never knew I was capable of causing a man to make that expression.

I wanted more, so I tugged his hair harder, and he rewarded me with a harsh snarl. I whimpered in reply and wanted to do it again, but he covered my body with his, pressing me back down. He yanked my leg up so I could wrap it around his waist, and his hips fit more snugly in between my legs. He held himself over me for a brief moment and raked his gaze over my body.

He let out a low growl. "Beautiful."

I didn't have time to stammer anything else out or even blush because he attacked my neck with his lips and tongue and teeth, and my mind finally went blank. I arched up, offering as much skin to his mouth as I could. He left marks from my neck to my shoulder to my collarbone, then licked at the hollow of my throat. I threw my head back, submitting entirely, and he gave a particularly hard thrust. I tried to follow his rhythm, and his hand on my hip guided me until we were both panting for breath.

Then he moved his head lower and gave my nipple a quick lick, and I would have levitated off the bed if he hadn't been on top of me. He lapped at my nipple and the skin around it, sometimes nipping softly before soothing the sting with his tongue all over again. I yanked on his hair to get him to look up, and he growled like he thought I was trying to make him stop. But I whined and twisted my shoulders, pushing my other neglected breast at him.

He smirked and gave me a cocky wink before he bent his head back down and gave it a long swipe with the flat of his tongue. Between his hips grinding against my clit and his tongue on my nipple, I thought I might cry.

"Please!" I begged.

His only response was to snarl again and flip me over. I landed on my stomach with a huff, and he kicked my feet apart before connecting our hips again. I could feel him thrusting between my legs, but the angle wasn't quite right anymore. I whined and wiggled, trying to get that glorious friction. He grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand beneath my stomach. I got the idea and moved further down, slipping my fingers beneath my soaked panties. He kept thrusting, the hot length of him throbbing against my core though my pajama bottoms. I rubbed myself beneath my panties, and I could hear myself making noises I'd probably be ashamed of when we finished, but I couldn't care less at the moment.

Wolvie bent over me again, sliding a hand beneath me to roll one of my nipples between his fingers. I didn't know whether to press my body back against his hips or forward into his hand, but I was so close it didn't matter. He finished me with a wordless snarl in my ear, the vibrations from his chest seeming to jolt straight to my clit as I came.

The world spun as I floated back down, gasping for air. Wolvie purred in my ear, still pressed up close behind me. He let me turn around and reach up for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I hid my face against his shoulder though, still a little embarrassed about doing that with him. He didn't seem to mind and nuzzled my hair, but before I could raise my head and thank him, a hand yanked him back.

"Turn's over, bub." Logan growled.

Wolvie shook him off with a snarl and turned back to grin at me. "So who—"

"Don't yah start." I warned. "This is not a competition."

"She's jest trynta spare yer feelin's." Wolvie sneered at Logan.

"Shut the fu—"

I closed my eyes, then opened them again to find myself back in the hotel room. I still had my shirt on, but my hand was down my pajama bottoms. I snatched it back out and looked around for some tissues to wipe up with. A box sat on the small table, way across the room. Waaaaaay across the room. No way. I didn't even feel like getting up, much less walking. I just wanted to eat something and go to sleep. I bet I would have a real nice sleep after that.

made her come faster—

Like hell ya did! I made her—

For lack of better options, I stuck my finger in my mouth. Logan and Wolvie both stopped arguing with a "huerk" sound, and I swear Wolvie started panting.

What?

Wha—don't you what me, kid! You...with your...fuck. C'mon.

No—fuck no! I wanna—jest two more—ya goddamn killjoy!

Mental-Logan dragged off Wolvie into the back of my mind, and I shrugged. I was sleepy, and some peace and quiet would be nice for a change. Not that I didn't appreciate Wolvie's...ahem...help.

Fuckin' jailbait.

What'd yah call meh?!

But they were already gone. I sucked on my finger and fumed at the ceiling. It wasn't like I was deliberately trying to provoke either of them. Hell, Wolvie had goddamn insisted. They were just perverts.

My finger made a wet popping sound as I took it out, and I winced. Okay, maybe the finger thing had been a little provocative, but I was just being lazy, not...seductive. And anyway, how tempting could I be with bedhead and wearing sweats?

I sighed and shook it off, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. I asked the lady at the front desk where the nearest pizza place was, and she gave me their number. I called and ordered a large meat lovers. Real-Logan would be back soon, so I hoped they hurried. My brilliant solution to covering up the scent of me masturbating was to order pizza. So far, it had worked flawlessly, and I felt just as boneless as I had after the dream with Logan, so I decided to forgo the shower and take a nap.


A knock at the door woke me up, and it took me a moment to remember that I had ordered pizza. Thank God it had gotten here before Logan. I grabbed the food money Logan always left me in case I got hungry, looked down to make sure Wolvie hadn't subliminally talked me into removing all my clothes, and answered the door. I paid for the pizza and tipped, then carried the box back to the bed with a yawn. My stomach added its own input by growling. I'd eat what I wanted and leave the rest for Logan when he got back. Halfway through the first slice, the door slammed open and he walked in, slamming it shut again. That man would never learn how to open and close a door politely.

"Hey ki—"

A loud gurgle cut him off. He must be just as hungry as I was. Apparently, cage fighting and masturbating both took a lot out of you. I held out a slice to him, and he grabbed it eagerly. I kept eating while he sat down on the edge of the bed next to me and tried to take his boots off with one hand and eat with the other. Finally he got them both off and started scarfing the slice in earnest. I looked down at the box to choose which one I wanted next, but a familiar "huerk" sound drew my attention back to Logan.

For a second, I thought he had choked on a piece of hamburger meat or something. Then we locked eyes, and I realized he had taken a bite of the part I had touched. He looked me over, flared his nostrils, and his eyes widened. He had taken a bite of the part I had touched. The part I had touched. With my hand. Bare hand. Fingers that I hadn't washed after...

"MEEP!"

I didn't even know I could make that sound, but I didn't stop to dwell on what exactly the ultimate sound of embarrassment actually sounded like. I practically flew off the bed and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. I hit the tiny stupid little button on the knob that would lock the door, like that would do anything at all to stop Logan if he really wanted in because he knew he knew he knew he—

Kid?

I hit the floor and curled up in a ball. He knew. He knew. Logan knew that I had—

Calm down kit, everyone does it.

Not everyone hands their best friend a pizza slice with—oh Gawd, ohmahgawd, he—

I let out a choked sob and curled up tighter. How could I look at him after this? How could I be so incredibly stupid?! What if he thought I was a pervert? Oh Jesus fucking Christ, what if he knew about the dream too and he'd just faked the whole nightmare thing and he already knew I was a pervert and he just didn't know how to get rid of me—

MARIE!

I flinched and stopped.

I will NEVER get rid of you, and I don't want to ever hear you say that shit again, understand?

"Kid?"

See, there I am.

"No!"

Well maybe Ah don't want to talk to yah!

"Dammit, Marie. Don't do this again."

I flinched at that. I still remembered how hurt he had looked the entire time during my last fit, and I didn't ever want to hurt him like that again. But I would not be having some sort of weird "sex talk" with him.

"...do we hafta talk about this? Can't Ah jus' get amnesia and forget the last fifteen years?" I reasoned.

"You only got fifteen years."

"Exactly!" I shouted.

I forgot who I was and punched the side of the bathtub. Ow. Bad hurt. My knuckles weren't metal. I was just pissed at myself for doing something so stupid. I wanted to forget I was ever born. Logan had probably been out having sex with some woman who had big tits and high heels and actually knew what to do with a man, instead of having pathetic imaginary dry humping sex with her fake boyfriend.

So I'm yer fake boyfriend now?

Shut up. Please.

Now you mad her sad, asshole.

"Marie, if you hurt yourself, I will break this fucking door down and—"

"No, no, no! Ah..." A flash of inspiration hit me. "Ah wanna talk to Wolvie."

"Him?"

"Yeah."

See, she wants me.

No, Ah want to be left alone so Ah can die of embarrassment in peace.

Aw, kit. It ain't that bad.

"Kitling?"

"Wolvie." I answered in a monotone.

I refused to say anything else, even though I knew he was waiting. And Wolverine wasn't exactly the most patient person...wolf.

"You going to talk, kit?"

I shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "No, Ah lied."

"Why?" He asked, his voice tight.

"Ah jus' wanted Logan to go away, an' Ah knew he wasn't gonna really leave, so Ah asked for yah." I explained. "But Ah don't wanna talk about it. Evah."

"What's so bad about it?" Wolverine asked from the other side of the door.

I couldn't even think of how to explain how bad it was. "Ah—yah...wh-wha...no!"

"Are you embarrassed because the human knows you masturbate?"

I threw the stupid wrapped up bar of complimentary soap at the door. Screw him. He was big and bad and beautiful, and he probably didn't have a single clue what it was like to do something stupid and be this embarrassed.

"Shut up!"

"Because he does it too. Everyone does it, kit."

I stared at the tiled floor and sulked. Not everyone thought of their supposed "best friend" when they did it though. Logan definitely didn't think of me. I wondered what Wolverine thought of. Did he think of humans? My Wolvie was certainly attracted to human females, but maybe that was just because he was in my head. Maybe he only liked me because it was my mind, and I'd projected my crush onto him.

"...even yah?" I asked before I thought better of it.

So ya have a crush.

The real Wolverine answered my question before I could reply. "When exactly would I have time for that?"

I gasped and lost all sense of decency. "Logan doesn't let yah masturbate? Ohmahgawd Wolvie, yah have rights!"

Oh, now you want to talk about masturbating?

It's not fair! Does he even get to have sex? Is he...is Wolverine celibate?! Wolvie?

...let's go back to not talking, huh?

God. Maybe that was why he immediately started flirting with me the moment I showed any interest. Poor Wolvie, locked up in Logan's head. I knew he didn't get any company, but I hadn't thought about him not getting any of that sort of company too. That wasn't just lonely, it was...sad.

"—no such thing as the right to masturbate." Wolverine was saying.

"...the pursuit of happiness. Yah even get to masturbate in prison." I replied. "Well, obviously. Ah kinda guess that's all yah would do."

"Is that what you've been doing when you order pizza?"

I spluttered. "No! Ah—it's not like—not every single...yeah."

"Why don't you want to talk about it?"

"It's embarrassing!" I snapped. "Yah both probably think Ah'm stupid or a pervert or something."

"Kitling, I assure you. The only perverts here are me and the human."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about it."

"You first." He replied smoothly.

"Well, yah mostly jus' make a lot of dirty jokes, but they are pretty funny." I back-pedaled.

"And the human?"

"His name is Logan." I reminded him. "And he needs to figure out which head he wants to think with. One minute, he's fine with a little bit of flirting. But then the next, he wants to give meh a safety lecture and treat me like Ah'm five."

"You growing up is hard on us, kit."

I nodded and looked at the floor. We both fell silent. I really hoped Wolverine didn't ask how far the flirting went in my head, and I was too much a sissy to ask how much of it was real. Maybe Logan and Wolverine felt the same way as their counterparts in my head or maybe their voices were just influenced by what I wanted and not real at all. Either way, I was fine with not knowing. I would just ignore my feelings and hide from my problems.

Yer where she got this from!

Shut up.

All yer running away set a bad example and now she doesn't know how to deal with her problems!

Hush up, both of yah! Wolvie, it's not Logan's fault Ah'm a coward.

"Are you going to come out of the bathroom anytime soon?"

I considered sulking a little while longer, just because I could, but Wolverine might actually break the door down. He could probably just rip it off with a flick of his wrist. He had really thick wrists. I wondered what they'd feel like between my—

I lurched to my feet. "Coming."

Heh.

Shut up!

I opened the door the tiniest crack. Wolverine leaned against the wall barely two feet away. Damn tiny hotel rooms. His body looked completely relaxed, but his eyes were sharp enough I knew he would catch me in a hot second if I tried to run. Not that being bent over the bed again would be such a bad thing...I blushed and gulped. Maybe my little "playtime" with Wolvie had been a really bad idea after all. A really, really bad idea.

He waited for me to creep out of the doorway and inch up to him. I stood in front of him, blushing at his chest because I couldn't look him in the eyes. But he cupped my cheek and lifted my head, forcing me to look at him.

"I don't ever want you to feel embarrassed or ashamed around me, kit." He said, forcing me to hold his gaze. "And if you ever get curious or have questions..."

I made another embarrassed noise and lowered my eyes. He didn't let go of me though, just bent down so he could whisper in my ear.

"I'm here for you, kit."


So after Wolverine may or may not have implied I could sexually experiment on him, it was Valentine's Day. Not that we did anything for it. I turned out to be right about Logan not celebrating the holiday. In fact, once I started thinking about it, I realized Logan and I hadn't celebrated any holidays except Christmas and my birthday.

But my musings were cut off by my cell phone ringing. I flipped it open and frowned at empty space while I waited for the other end to say something. Logan was in the shower, so I didn't know who else would be calling me.

"Hello." A woman's voice said.

My eyes focused, and I saw my cell sitting on the nightstand. I must have answered Logan's by mistake. My stomach knotted up. Maybe Logan just didn't have Valentine's Day plans with me.

"I'm calling to confirm a reservation for two, tonight at six, under the name Logan Howlett."

Oh, so she wasn't the date, but Logan definitely had one. Logan also apparently had a last name, and I'd never even thought to ask him what it was.

"Yes, thank you." I replied numbly.

"Wonderful! We'll see you soon."

"Mm-hm."

She'd see Logan and somebody soon. I snapped his cell shut and set it back on the bed. He hadn't said anything about it. Maybe he didn't know how to tell me. Well, I would show him how mature I could be about it. Logan could have a life if he wanted to. A life outside of me. I didn't mind.

Kid...

Shut up! Ah'm being fucking reasonable about this!

I stood up and walked to the bathroom. Just as I stepped forward to knock on the door, Logan opened it. My fist didn't hit the door like I expected, and I was so stunned by the sudden appearance of his dripping wet chest that I tripped over my feet and stumbled into him. He jumped back, but I tried to catch myself on anything within grabbing reach.

Which happened to be Logan's towel. Which didn't break my fall. Which ended up on the floor with me as I face planted on the tile. Logan dropped to his knees and belatedly tried to offer help, just as I raised up on my elbows. And then I was er, head to head, with his...stuff.

Man stuff. Really big stuff. Was it supposed to be that big?

He scrambled back, grabbing the towel and pressing it over his crotch. I sat up and looked at him.

"Yeh phone rang. Ah answered it 'cause Ah thought it was mah-ne. Yeh reservation is confirmed." I told him.

He huddled in the corner and stared at me, not saying anything back. I stood up as gracefully as I could and walked back out.

"Marie, wait!"

He finally caught up with me beside the bed, and I turned around, looking at him calmly.

"Yes, Logan?"

He cleared his throat. "You okay, kid?"

Kid. Right. Because out here, in the real world, I was "kid." Not darling. I only got called that in my dreams. The Logan in my head whined but didn't deny it.

"Fah-ne. It was jus' an accident. Coulda happened to anybody. Congratulations on yeh date." I said, showing how mature I was. "Ah'm sure she'll enjoy it. The date, Ah mean, not yeh man stuff—not that she won't enjoy that too."

I snapped my mouth shut. So much for mature. Just because I had one dream about him, that didn't mean I had any sort of claim on him. He was only my best friend, and I was acting ridiculous. I turned around and tried to walk away, out to the truck I guess, but Logan pulled me back. He turned me around, but I went stiff at the sight of his grin.

"You're jealous."

I flushed. "No!"

He grin widened enough to split his face, and I tried to leave again, but he hugged me before I could.

"Sorry. Shouldn't have grinned at that." He whispered.

I stayed silent and stiff in his arms.

"You're my date. I made the reservation for us."

I glared up at him. "Then why didn't yah tell meh?"

"Didn't think you'd want to after last night." He muttered.

"Well Ah do, yah jerk! Ah wanna—" I stopped and buried my face back in his chest.

How did I plan to end that? I want to go on a date with you? I want to be the only special person in your life? Those didn't sound childish or selfish at all.

"Ah jus' like holidays." I finally muttered.

"Sure, kid." He replied. "Let me get dressed, and we'll go clothes shopping."

I perked up at that. Did that mean I would get to see Logan in a suit? I thought he would clean up nice, but I couldn't quite picture him wearing a tuxedo or anything. I nodded eagerly though and let him return to the bathroom while I waited.


Logan sort of wore a suit. He bought a pair of plain black slacks and a really nice dark blue button up shirt, but he flat out refused to wear a vest or jacket. There weren't any blazers that fit over his shoulders anyway, so he ended up wearing his beat up leather jacket over his nice new clothes. It didn't go together at all, but I thought it fit him. Then again, I thought Logan looked good in anything or nothing at all.

I wore a lighter shade of blue, a flowy dress that stopped just past my knees and had black lines randomly crossing each other for a print. The sleeves were short, which would have left my arms cold, but Logan let me get a pair of opera length black gloves. For me, gloves had always been practical. Keep my hands warm. Keep people safe. I never knew they could be beautiful too.

The gloves made me feel bad about how I had acted though. Logan was so sweet. He gave me anything I wanted and spent everyday with me, and yet I couldn't share him for one night.

I didn't feel bad enough to insist he go out with someone else though.

He took me to a restaurant with an italian name neither of us cared to try to pronounce, and the host gave him and his leather jacket a snooty once over.

"Do you have a reservation?" He asked with his nose in the air.

"Howlett." Logan ground out.

He seemed disappointed to see the name on his list, and he summoned a waiter over with the ultimate reluctance. I started to rethink how badly I wanted to be here. The waiter showed us our table without being too snobbish about it. Logan even pulled my seat out for me before he sat down.

"Will the young lady be needing a children's menu?" The waiter asked.

Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe go fuck yehself...gawd, Mark Wahlberg is hot.

But I smiled sweetly and gave a polite no. He set out two adult menus—thank you very goddamn much—and blathered on about wine. Logan ordered whiskey, and I got a water. Logan and I shared a look after he left.

I tried to stay optimistic. "Ah'm sure the food is good."

He grunted, and we opened our menus. They were in italian. Logan swore under his breath badly enough to make me blush, even with how much I had been swearing myself lately. I looked closer at the menu and felt like cussing myself.

Okay, breathe. Yah can do this.

Coulda jest stopped at that rib joint.

Shuddup. Marie has class.

I almost laughed out loud at the thought. I had class. Right. I was pretty sure classy girls didn't ogle their best friend's junk, but alright. What I did have was one semester of Spanish and half a semester of Latin. Online courses. That weren't Italian. But they were all romance languages, right?

Okay, cena was dinner in Latin, probably the same in Italian. I was pretty sure antipasto was the appetizer section too. And dulce looked like the Latin dulcis, which meant sweet. That was probably dessert. Great, got the sections figured out. Pollo, chicken in Spanish. There were a lot of other subsections next to pollo that I assumed were also meats. And after that was frutti di mare. I knew mare. Latin for...sea. Fruit of the sea? Fish, like seafood!

Oh, Ah so got this!

The waiter came back with our drinks, and Logan drained half of his in a single gulp.

"Would you be interested in our artisan pizzas?" He asked.

It was the simplest thing on the menu, and the most easily recognizable. I didn't miss the implication, but Logan made a huerk-ing sound again and hid behind his menu. I did my best to stutter my way through our order, getting Logan something off the manzo section that I was maybe certain was steak. I picked out a random dish from the seafood section for myself, and got a Caesar salad to go with it. The waiter glided off with a graceful disdain that I envied.

I looked over at Logan, who was still hiding behind his menu. I could see his broad shoulders hunched behind it, and I snickered at the memory of the noise he made when the waiter asked about pizza. It was still pretty embarrassing, but kind of funny too.

Logan glared at me over the menu, and I grinned back.

"You got something to laugh about, kid?"

"It's a little bit funny." I said.

"Yeah, I'm sure you think it's real funny, giving me a damn pizza fetish. Haha." He grumbled.

He slapped his menu down and looked around the restaurant, avoiding my eyes. I thought he might even be blushing a little, which made me feel a lot better. I knew I was blushing, even past my smile.

"Payback for giving me a gear fetish." I shot back.

He choked on a gulp of whiskey and glared at me when I laughed again.

"By the time we're finished with each other, we'll have all these weird kinks for random things that are either really ordinary or really outlandish." I said through my giggles. "Like...sponges and llamas!"

He stared at me as I burst into laughter again. The sad part was that I could actually picture Logan giving a llama a scrub down. Like a car wash, but with a llama instead. And he'd only be wearing really short daisy dukes and spraying water on himself while a boombox blasted Pour Some Sugar On Me.

I laughed it out and finally managed to start calming down, taking big gulps of water to cool off my blushing face.

Could wash yer beaver instead.

I damn near did a spit take. Instead, I swallowed it all in one go and then tried to cough discreetly while my throat felt like it was on fire.

What? It's Canada. Lotta beavers up here.

That's not what yah meant, an' yah know it!

Logan raised an eyebrow at my expression, and my blush returned full force.

"Wolvie wishes to add that instead of washing llamas, you'd do better to try beavers." I said. "Because there are more of them here. It being Canada and all."

Yes, Logan was definitely blushing. He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat uncomfortably, and I thought it was time to change the subject to a more appropriate topic.

"Soooo, how about that hockey game?"

Logan had the decency to give me a grateful look before he launched into a rant about what pussies some team was, and the referees were all fucktards, and how hockey was basically just the manliest sport outside of straight up becoming a gladiator. I nodded a lot and tried to follow along the best I could, and just agree with him when I couldn't.

I got my salad, but it was probably about another half hour before either of us got our main course. And then when we did, I thought maybe they had mixed up our dishes with ones meant for elves. Logan tried to be polite for my sake, and I tried to be polite for his. After we were done though, I passed up on dessert just so we could get out of there faster. I didn't like the way people looked at us.

We walked back to the truck in silence, not really having anything to say. Thanks for the effort sugar, but the night pretty much sucked? Somehow, I didn't think Logan would quite appreciate that. I knew he had tried really hard for tonight though. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Logan?"

He glanced over at me.

"Ah really, really appreciate tonight, but Ah'm still hungry, can we please stop at that rib joint?" I blurted out.

And that was how we ended up in a sleazy rib shack, eating with our hands, laughing at dirty jokes and watching a hockey game on Valentine's Day.

It was perfect.


A/N: I am SO sorry I posted these chapters so late! I normally post in the morning before class, but I overslept and barely made it to class on time. But it's here! A little late, but I try really hard not to miss updates.

And by the way...GET IT MARIE! Shit, if I had Logan and/or Wolverine in my head (for real-reals)...akdajkljdas. I probably wouldn't make them into sex slaves. Because I'd have a seizure or a heart attack and just die. I don't deserve them. But what do you guys think about Marie? Is she kind of taking advantage of the situation?

More flower crowns, aka smut! I told you guys, shit is getting real. Just a few more chapters until the REALLY good stuff (drama, not smut, unfortunately) starts happening. But please, let me know what you've thought of the smutty stuff so far! I've never written sex scenes before, so feedback will be greatly appreciated!

Coming up next: Wolverine gets his mate pinned beneath him, and he's determined to finally get his turn...