BREAKFAST
Logan woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. He slowly sat up, much to his dismay, a very dressed Marie. He once again shook those thoughts out of his head for what felt like the millionth time, but still couldn't help his eyes from wondering her body as she was turned away from him. He was pulled out of his revere, as she turned to him and smiled gently, "Good, ya awake. Was startin' ta worry 'bout ya." He smiled back.
"Yeah, had a rough night." she looked back up at him all of a sudden, somewhat saddened.
"Sorry, Ah know the couch ain't that comfortable."
"No, no darlin' it was fine." He stood up and made his way over to her. She looked up at him and just noticed that he was shirtless, blushing just a bit. He enjoyed every second of it.
"Ah bought some breakfast, while ya were asleep." he looked over her skeptically.
"You were able to get out of here, and then back in without waking me up?" she smiled and nodded, while fiddling in a drawer. After she found some silverware, she looked back up at him, "Still got'cha in here." and she tapped her temple with her finger. There was an awkward silence and she handed him some food and gestured for him to go and sit down on the couch. She placed her food on the coffee table before them and went back to the kitchen returning with two cups of coffee.
They ate in silence until both reached for their coffee at the same time and their arms touched. She looked down at her plate and sat back quietly as he looked at her smiling. He picked up both of their coffees and handed her hers. She smiled and thanked him. After she took a sip she decided to ask him exactly what was on her mind.
"How long ya plannin' on stayin' here? Do ya know where ya headin'?" He was taken back slightly, not really knowing how to answer her. So he decided on a half-truth.
"I really don't know." She stood up and put her plate in the kitchen and refilled her cup.
"Well, ya can stay as long as ya need ta. Ya welcome ta whatevah ya need. Ah'm off taday, but tomorrow ya gonna beh here bah yahself. Well, that is if'n ya still here." Then she went back into her bedroom.'Great. That just went great. What is wrong with me?'
A little while later, she came back out of her room, and back into the kitchen to see Logan, with a shirt on, cleaning up. She leaned against the counter.
"Aren't afraid ya gonna rust, sugah?" she drawled and then he laughed. She enjoyed hearing him laugh. He didn't do much of it. Never had.
"Now why would that happen?" he stopped what he was doing at looked at her crossing his arms.
"Well, aftah lookin' at the shape of ya truck, Ah just figured ya didn't know how ta clean up aftah yahself." she smirked at him. He merely lifted an eyebrow, and pulled out a cigar that she didn't know that he had, and chewed on it with a, "hmph." It was her turn to laugh.
"Well then let's consider last night, for a moment, shall we." he gave her a once over.
"What?" She seriously had no idea what he was talking about. So he looked as if he was having trouble remembering, but very well didn't.
"What was that thing that was poking into my back on the couch? I forget, it was black, and I'm pretty sure it was lacy, and-"
"Mah bra." she told him non-chalantly, like it was a natural occurance. He was shocked that she was acting like it was nothing.
"What? Like ya haven't seen one before?" she stifled back a giggle. "Or has it been that long sugah?" She could hardly hold the laughter in, the look on his face was priceless. But then his face changed, quickly, as if the conversation never happened. Her laughter merely died, as he starred at her.