A/N: I cannot believe that it's has been a year since updating. Every once and a while I think about writing, but this past year has been such a wild ride, there has been almost no time for it! I've been feeling very inspired lately. A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. You guys were 99% of the reason I came back to it, and I hope you can enjoy this little bit from me to you.
Update: Thank you Nienna Rose for letting me know so soon that the formatting went all wrong somehow! Much love!/strong/p

Lazy Sundays in her bed made him feel like the world was okay and nothing else matter besides the woman sleeping peacefully next to him. For the moment, he could do nothing but stare at her. He took in every inch of her face, moving down her sheet-covered body, and still wondering how he was so lucky. He closed his eyes and laid back, as if he were trying to burn image of the morning sun shining onto her silhouetted figure into his mind's eye. Logan sighed. He just wanted to stay there forever, enjoying her aura, but he knew that this wouldn't last long. Not long at all. He heard her breathing pattern change and tried to decide how he would handle the next few moments.
Ororo opened her eyes slowly, half guessing that her lover was already looking at her. She knew that he thought he always got away with it, but it was difficult not to feel his eyes on her, warming her up in ways she didn't think were possible. But something was different. This morning he didn't try to hide the fact that he was staring at her. "Good morning, Logan." She smiled gently.
"Morning, Ro. How'd you sleep?"
She thought for just a moment before saying, "Well, thank you. The only thing is that I feel just a little bit cold. This sheet is just not doing the trick."
He knew by now that this was her way of letting him know to come closer. She didn't need the extra body heat that radiated off of him, but at the same time she really needed it. It was her drug of choice. As she turned towards the window, he sat up to move closer and wrapped his arms her around the waist. He rested his lips at her neck, just below her ear. Usually, if she caught him on a good Sunday morning, he would spend his moments like this whispering sweet nothings into her ear. The combination of the sun shining, and his body heat made her feel light and sweet and loved. She contemplated just how long she thought they could stay like this. It was not for long.
He was going to ruin the moment. Logan hated to do this to both of them, especially because he felt and smelled just how content she was. But there was no way he would be able to think about anything else before dealing with the issue. He could tell she knew something was up, anyway.
"Darling, what is-"
"Your husband is here." He sighed, trying to block out the moment their little paradise crumbled around them. Logan watched as the curtains flew straight out briefly and they were hit with a gust of wind. She took his hand from around her waist to turn around, the white in her eyes starting to fade.
Ororo was surprised, but didn't question what he said. Because of his senses, he knew who was around before almost anyone else. She took more time than usual enunciating her words.
"That man is not my husband. You know this." The quiet fury in her voice shook him.
"You both may think that, darlin', but we both know that is not the way the law sees it."
She got up and headed to her closet. He followed.
"Ro, what are you doing?"
Still angered, she refused to look at him. "I am getting take a bath, get dressed, and then I am going to see the man apparently known as my husband. I will talk to you later," she said as she hastened towards the bathroom.
"Come on 'Ro, you know I didn't mean-". The door shut in his face. He realized what a mistake he made. He decided to get ready for the day and head downstairs. He'd exchange pleasantries and then get the fuck out of dodge. While a childish part of him wanted to rub it in T'Challa's face, he wasn't ready for the panther to know who had his former lover's heart.
The men mumbled their hellos to each other before Logan made some excuse about having to fix up his motorcycle. He noticed that T'Challa wasn't listening, or even looking at him anymore. He knew exactly who was at the top of that stare case. He didn't even have to use his senses to know, as it was the very same look he got whenever she entered a room. He turned around, and was unsurprised to see Ororo, beautiful as ever, walking down the stairs./p
'Okay, woman, you have got this! You are only looking at two men who have meant the most to me. We have to remain collected.' Inside, she was everything but collected. She had no idea what he was doing here, let alone this country. There was a time when she would have known.
She met them at the end of the staircase, and heard the softest "wow" come from T'challa. She immediately look at Logan, who look back at her with a raised eyebrow. She wished she was a telepath.
"Hello, T'challa."
"Long time no see, Munroe. Much too long," he said going in for a hug.
She hugged him back looking over his shoulder at the Wolverine, who was only minimally bothered. She had full confidence he trusted her. On the other hand, they always only assumed they would be exclusive to one another. Maybe never having discussed taking that next step was getting to him.
"I'll let you two get reacquainted with each other." He looked at between the king and former queen of Wakanda. "Your Highness, 'Ro." With that he left.
Looking at Ororo and knowing Logan would still hear him, he gently nudged her and whispered, "What was up with that...'Ro? I could feel the jealously from a mile a way. I still got it," he said with a wink.
She rolled her eyes, but showed him a smile. She had to give him credit where credit was due. "Whatever you say." She recognized the time for joking had come and gone, as she hadn't found out why he was here yet. "T'challa, what brings you so far away from your protectorate? I am glad to see you after so long, but there must be something...serious." She tried looking him in the eyes, but he turned away.
"Dove," It was something he called her a very long time ago. "I think it would be best to talk in your study." He put his hand behind her back, urging her that way.

Logan sat overhearing everything. He couldn't help it. He wouldn't listen into their private conversation, but he had a feeling he knew what was coming next. He needed to clear his head, and then clear things up with Ororo before he would miss his chance to do so.