Damn, but he was tired. It felt as if his healing factor was on a vacation as he wheeled his steel steed from the compound's entrance gate to the garage. He could have ridden it all the way in, but it was a bit after two in the morning and he wasn't in the mood to hear the gripes about the thundering noise of the motorcycle that always signaled his arrival. He had been away on a six-week solo mission for Charles, which took him to the likes of Buffalo, Detroit, Cleveland, and Erie. He should be ecstatic that it was a successful mission, but instead, he was frustrated and cranky, having been away from home for so long. Logan grinned tiredly at that. Who would have thought that the forever-wandering Wolverine would think of some place as home. But it wasn't so much as the structure that made it home, but the one person he had left and was missing like crazy.
As he secured the bike, he notified Charles that he was back, but he had no doubt that the baldhead man already knew. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a quick bite to eat and drink before making his way to his room. On his way up, he mentally went through the basic tasks he had to complete before falling into bed. Strip to his birthday suit, shower, brush teeth, sleep. He unlocked the door to his room and shuffled through the suite, noticing the blinds covering the windows were slightly open, allowing moonlight to filter in the room.
A slow smile took over his weary face as the sweetest scent tickled his nostrils. He glanced over to his bed, knowing it wouldn't be empty. Ororo lay curled up on her side, hugging his pillow. In the light spilling into the room, he could see she wore only a sheer blue bikini panty and one of his tank tops. His smiled widened as he crept over to the bed, leaned over her, placing a hand on her hip, before dropping a soft kiss on her smooth cheek. She shifted, reaching her hand up to cover his.
"Welcome home," she muttered, her voice laced with sleep and love.
Logan nuzzled his nose in her hair, breathing in its fragrance.
"Thanks darlin'," he replied, squeezing her hip. "It's good ta be home. I'll be right back." He quickly moved away from the bed, heading straight to the bathroom. He was finished with his menial tasks in record time.
Her position in his bed did not change and he climbed into it, joining her. His naked chest was firmly pressed against her back, as he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He was quickly losing the battle with sleep and the last thing he remembered was her soft lips against his skin after she turned to face him, resting her head against his chest. Welcome home indeed.