Author's Notes: I needed something to get me going so I could work on the last chapter of Marie on my Mind. Real life has had more drama than a bad soap as of late, and I haven't been in a writing frame of mind. This was however, inspired by Saturday mornings with my husband. I swear pulling teeth would be easier than getting him out of bed at times! This isn't beta'd, all mistakes are mine.
Slivers of sunlight pervaded the room through the forest green curtains that were meant to keep it out. As if it were part of the early morning conspiracy, the alarm clock began to buzz incessantly, and Logan groaned. He rolled over after slamming a heavy hand down on the irritating device, even as the door opened and Rogue breezed into the room.
"Rise and shine, sugar!"
Logan groaned again and glared at her drowsily. "You're entirely too chipper for me, darlin'. Besides, I ain't gettin up. I'm old, old men need their rest."
She gave him an understanding smile and nod her head serenely before violently pulling back the curtains, and allowing the full force of the early morning sunshine into the room. With a grunt he pull the pillow from underneath his head and used it to cover his eyes, only to have it snatched away by Rogue.
"Uh uh, up and at em' lazy bones!" Yanking the sheet off of his naked body, she retreated into the bathroom humming cheerily. Rolling once more to his back, he tilt his head to the woman stepping back into the room.
"You're not gonna let me get back ta sleep are ya?"
Plopping herself on the mattress, chin resting on her hands, she flashed him a devilish grin.
"Not a chance."
Reaching down, he pulled her on top of him and ground her into his stiffening erection.
"Logan!" Her eyes went wide as she felt his arousal and tried to squirm out of his grasp, her movement only making matters worse.
"You said you wanted me up, I'm just tryin ta oblige." He smirked knowingly as he caught the scent of her, and slid his hands around to cup her ass.
"Logan," she tried seriously, "that's not what I meant…"
He could feel how wet she was through the thin material of her skirt and his eyebrow rose.
"You complainin'?"
She blushed prettily, "Well, no… but…"
"But what?" His gaze was hungry as he moved one hand under her skirt and up her thigh.
"But, the shower…" she gasped as she felt his fingers pushing her panties to the side and easing into her body.
"Let it run," he growled before pulling her into a kiss. "That'll be next on the agenda."