Animal Instincts
'All men are animals, some just slip their psychic leash more often.'
Logan growled.
"What does it say, Logan?" Ororo asked her lover, peering at the hand-lettered bumper sticker in his hand.
"It says that Chuck uses his mind powers to leash the Wolverine," Logan snarled. He unsheathed the claws on his right hand and carved the bumper sticker to ribbons.
Storm, quite used to her lover's blazing temper after their two years together, was not surprised by his vicious actions. "What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm gonna get one of the kids, that's what," he replied.
"Why not just seek revenge on the person – or persons – who sent you this?" she asked reasonably.
"Because I can't tell who sent it," Logan grumbled. "Doesn't smell like anyone in particular, which means they planned this out."
"Good to see your assault tactics are getting through the children's thick skulls," Ororo chuckled, picking up on of her hair ribbons to tie her hair back. The French twist she soon sported showed off her neck.
"I suppose…" Logan agreed grudgingly, eyeing the expanse of bare café au lait skin.
Sitting down on their bed, Ororo asked, "Now, who are you going after?" She carefully arranged her skirt around her, not-so-accidentally flashing her bare legs in Logan's line of vision.
Passion gleamed in Logan's warm brown eyes. "At the moment…you, gorgeous," the Wolverine said.
And then he pounced.
Elsewhere in the mansion, the sounds of rumbling growls and purrs punctuated by high-pitched, husky laughter could be heard.
The children smiled – Logan in a good mood meant fewer training sessions.