Bima- LOL. Let's see what we can do about that. :-)

DAWN

Marie stayed up for the rest of the night waiting for Logan to come back. She did everything that she could think of while waiting for him. She cleaned the house, rearranged some small items and took a long bath. The bath helped with her ankle so she kept the bandage off but still used the crutches. Logan didn't come back until late that afternoon. When he did, he seemed emotionless, only speaking to ask her if she was hungry. So they went to his truck and made their way to that little bar and grill she had taken them to before.

The whole time that they were together, they stayed both stayed silent. It wasn't exactly awkward, but still uncomfortable. It seemed as if both of them were trying to ignore what happened between them, what was happening between them. After they got back to the house, she made her way to her room but a voice stopped her.

"Marie." she turned to him.

"I'm sorry, you know, if I pushed you." he told her, unsure of himself.

"No, Ah'm the one that's sorry Logan." she smiled at him gently and returned to her room. Both fell asleep with a clear conscious.

But the next morning, Logan was actually up before Marie. She came in limping, no longer wanting to use her crutches. He was standing in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee, when she came in. They smiled at one another, and she went to grab a cup when it slipped and shattered on the floor. They both bent down to pick it up when they both suddenly forgot about the cup and noticed their closeness to one another. Then they just stared into each other's eyes, as he heard the pounding of her heart beat he slowly moved in to kiss her. She winced just as he was inches away from her lips so he pulled back and noticed that she was barefoot. He didn't smell any blood, nor did he noticed any glass near her foot, so he stood up and picked her up taking her to the couch. Neither one of them were able to take their eyes off the other. Logan checked her feet as soon as he sat her down on the couch. She moaned at his touch, which seemingly startled him, but when he looked up at her he merely raised a brow to her. Marie immediately blushed and looked away. So he smiled and went to clean up the glass.

When he was done he came back to the couch, sitting next to her, and handed her a cup of coffee.

"So how's the foot?" he asked, still grinning to himself over what his touch did to her.

"Ah don't know, ya tell meh." he looked at her foot and then smiled at her wickedly.

"Don't know, we might," snikt, his claws came out, "need to amputate." She just gave him a dirty look and then smacked him playfully across his arm.

"Ha ha. So funny." she told him sarcastically. He merely shook his head, the wicked grin getting bigger by the second, raising his eyebrow.

"Who said I was kidding?" he told her as he inched closer.

"Logan!" she yelled trying to hold in her laughter. His claws retracted.

"Yeah?" he asked as if nothing happened.

"Ya ever point those things at meh again and you will beh sorry." he inched in closer to her.

"Really?" he asked her in disbelief. "What will you do to me?"

Marie stood up and looked him over, thinking about how to respond to his question. She smiled playfully and batted her eyes.

"Why good suh, are ya makin' a pass a meh?" she drawled out. He snorted.

"What, couldn't come up with a real answer darlin'?" her playful look dropped leaving her expressionless as she crawled on to the couch sitting on all fours.

"Wouldn't ya like ta know." he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He couldn't believe how playful she could be one moment and then sexy the next. She then sat back giggling. Then she laid her head down in his lap sending her legs dangling over the arm of the couch.

They stayed there for a long time, when Marie sat up. She stared into his eyes with sorrow filling her own.

"Ah really am sorry, Ah nevah meat to lead you on or anythin'." she told him lightly. He brushed her hair aside with his fingers, to get a better look at her face, but left his hand lying upon her cheek.

"You have nothin' to be sorry for darlin'. Nothin' at all." she nodded shyly. His hand fell down her check just enough to rub her lips with his thumb.

"I'm not him, you know?" he told her tenderly. Her gaze met his.

"Ah know, it's just-" he pressed his thumb into her lips and quieted her.

"No, I'm not, nor will I ever be. He was wrong to you, not the other way around." she smiled underneath his thumb. He pulled his thumb away and lightly kissed her. Then she rested her head into his chest.