Author's Note: I wrote this in response to a challenge to write a romantic story about Logan and someone really unusual. Here it is. Don't blame me if your eyeballs don't recover after you read it. ;)

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Some mornings I wish I'd never woken up.

Thump, thump, thump. Into the kitchen. Bobby and Kitty left the coffee out but didn't put it into the coffee maker.

Figures.

Scrape, thump.

How'd I get myself into this kinda mess?

Swish, drip.

No, ya don't have to answer that.

Thud, yelp. Great. Someone sat on the dog's tail again.

Sizzle, plop. Coffee's comin', bacon's cookin'. Thank goodness.

She came in and sat down with a sigh. I raised an eyebrow. "Sure ya want everyone to see everything you got, darlin'?"

She smiled. "Like our costumes don't do it for us, sweetie." The small patches of white spandex barely covered her lovely body and I growled.

"Then put on your costume."

Drip drip drip drip drip.

"Don't be so sour, honey." She toyed with a spoon. Clink. "With Kitty around, Bobby doesn't even know I'm alive."

I snorted. "Doubt that." Pour, clink, bump. "Have some coffee."

"Thanks, dear." She took the cup. Sip. "I never knew you were so handy. I think I might keep you."

I finally relaxed a little. So I wasn't just another of her one night stands. "I might just let you."

Her green hair tossing, she gave me a beautiful smile. "You'd better, honey, or my cousin'll rip through this place."

Scrape, thump. I sat across from her, coffee in my hand. "I can take him. I have before."

She took my hand in her green one, laughing. "I know. I hope you don't, though, sugar. Poor Bruce has enough problems without little old me adding to them."

"Huh." Jenny made a good point, but it was so damned FUN to tease the Hulk.