Happy New Year Everyone!
It took ninety-six hours for him to come out of the severe injury induced coma. He hated those and judging by the feels of this one, it looks like his healing factor had worked at maximum level to heal him. A few growls and groans from him bought Ororo to his bedside. Logan sat up and immediately clutched his head. He gathered his bearings and a few whiffs let him know where he was and who was with him.
He glanced up to see his mate staring at him with a mix of anger and relief. He knew then that he was in for it. Before he could say anything, she clutched him to her, squeezing him tight. "I hate you."
He felt the tension in her body. "Nah ya don't, darlin'."
She released him and before his eyes, she exploded. "You are going to be the death of me, Logan. What were you thinking?"
"I made a life-or-death call in the field."
"Against orders!' She retorted hotly. "You keep playing with your life, like it does not matter!"
Ignoring the lingering pain, Logan pulled her between the space between his legs. He ran his hands up and down hers, attempting to tamper down her anger. They faced off, until he broke the silence. "I knew I'll survive the explosion, but Gambit wouldn't. There was no time fer another plan 'o attack."
Ororo rested her head on his shoulders. Logan felt her hot tears pool on his skin. "I do not like how you think your life is dispensable. I fear for you every time we are in the field. I am terrified that one day, your healing factor will fail, and you will be gone from us…from me. Forever."
Her whisper of that last word instantly subdued him. Her greatest fear was now out. "I've always taken my healin' factor fer granted. Since I didn't have someone ta care if I live or die, I guess I didn't care either." He sighed deeply.
She lifted her head from his shoulders. She ran her fingers through his silky locks. "Your life has meaning dearest, it always has. I love you so very much and I need you with me."
Hearing her simple declaration filled him with a new purpose. He had to get his act together and reign in his recklessness, to ease her distress and fears. He pushed away from her, so he could stand. His arms were around her in an instant. "I love ya too darlin'. I promise I'll do better. I don't want ya livin' with this fear."
He leaned back just in time to see her watery, but brilliant smile. Tipping her chin up, he leaned down and fused his lips with hers. When the kiss ended, he impaled her with eyes that revealed remorse and his promise to take better care of himself. He had a responsibility to at least do that much for her.