Mm. My pillow would not move. Sleepily, I tugged at it and got a warm chuckle in my ear. "Darlin', if you keep trying to pull my ribs out, I'm gonna think you don't love me anymore."
I looked up into Logan's dark eyes. He was smiling at me. My head had been resting on his chest, and my hand was still gripping his side. I sneezed once, hard, and said, "What can I pull out instead?"
His smile turned mischievous. He patted my head. "Dear Mystique, you ain't nearly well enough for that yet."
I was debating the merits of throttling him when the door opened and Jean entered with a breakfast tray. She put it down, turned and took in the scene, with me resting comfortably against Logan and his arm around me, and asked, "Wolverine? What are you doing?"
He hugged me tightly and I waited for him to respond. "Isn't it obvious? I was sleeping with Mystique."
He struggled to keep a straight face. The shock on Jean's was priceless. She stared at him with her mouth open, then at me, then at him again. For a moment, I wished I had a camera. Then we started laughing, and she realized he was joking.
"Very funny," she muttered as she sat down on the chair next to my bed. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
The door banged open again. "Hey, Jean, you forgot the orange juice and … Wolvie?" Jubilee stopped in the doorway, a small glass of juice in her hand, and stared at us.
Logan raised a hand casually. "Hey, kid."
Her face crumpled, and she threw the glass to the floor. It shattered. "Choke on it!" she spat out, and ran out the door. Jean followed her, quickly, and we were alone again.
"Alone at last." I separated myself from Logan and sighed. "THAT went well."
"Better'n I expected." He arose and got my tray. "The kid'll recover. Hm. You get better breakfasts than I do." He looked at me, expectant.
"I might be persuaded to share. But it would take some effort." I smiled at him.
"Hmph." He leaned over and kissed me.
We were nearly finished with the food five minutes later when Hank McCoy entered. "Pardon me," he said politely, "but I must ask you some questions." He put a blood pressure cuff on my right arm. "Have you been engaged in any strenuous activity within the past twenty-four hours?"
Logan laughed, and I smiled. "You could come right out and ask, you know," I replied.
He frowned slightly. "I do not think it proper to inquire about intimate activities between others directly, when it must be done, but very well. Have you and Logan been having sex?"
"No." I finished my bagel.
"Not yet," Logan added. Damn the man. I shot him an annoyed glance as Dr. McCoy released the air in the blood pressure cuff. He attempted an innocent look in return.
"Good." He paused. "Must I inquire further about what, precisely, you have been doing, or are you willing to tell me on your own?"
"Sleeping, until about ten minutes ago." I stretched and rubbed my arm where the cuff had compressed it.
He sighed. "Just sleeping." We nodded. "That is not the impression which Jubilee got, and Dr. Gray was uncertain."
"We are not responsible for Jubilee's misinterpretation of events." I glared at Logan again. "One of us is responsible for Dr. Gray's, though."
Logan frowned at me. "Yeah, Mystique. You and your jokes."
I could not restrain my laughter. He was insufferable. Infuriating. But he was wonderful, too.
I suppose I will let him live.