Oh, Jean, good job I love you.
Negotiating with Logan is so not fun.
There are toddlers with more self control. There are residents in The White House with more self control. Just joking.
"So, Jeannie don't want us doin' this no more?" He waves his meaty paw over us, I'm using him as a pillow, as usual.

I have a quick check in with her, just so we're on the same page.
**Jean? You're okay with me sharing his bed? It's just when it gets... serious, you'd rather we didn't?**
**Cuddling is fine, sweetie. Cuddling is positively encouraged, I love the warm waves I get when you're together. It's just...**
**Gotcha.**
**How's it going?**

**Kurt?**
**I'm going to need a drink after this. A stiff drink. Several stiff drinks. G and T. Light on the T.**
**Oh dear...**

"No, she's fine with this. Fine with me being here. It's just the sex."
"Humph."
"I am a visitor in her home."
"Thought it was supposed to be my home too?"
"It is, schatz but you don't see Scott bringing Emma here do you?"
"She's a..." Yes, dear, yes, she is. "She's not family. You're family. You're ours."
Oh, Logan. I turn my head away for a moment. Rest on his hairy chest. Oh. His big hand runs down my back. I so want to be... I didn't know I wanted... until now.
"An' I don't like havin' to plan. I'm a spontaneous kinda guy."
Composure, Kurt, quickly, he's more astute than you think. I move and rest my chin on my folded hands. "I can 'port us to the transit room and from there, we can go straight down to my habitat."
"Humph. Wot if someone else is down in the hub when we 'port through? Get a bit of shock."
"You've got nothing to hide, they've seen us both in the showers." Okay, it's a bit different, if we're in flagrante delicto but it's not a likely scenario. He's still not looking convinced. Time to bring out the big guns.
"You know the new new gym I had fitted?" My habitat has very high ceilings, fitting full gear wasn't possible, but rings and ropes and, ahem, a sling were easy additions. I have his attention, I bring down the pitch of my voice slightly. "It's all lowers. To whatever height you like."
His pupils dilate slightly. Dirty old man.
"Does it now." He runs his hand down my back. Mmm. Oh, Jean, you don't ask for anything easy, do you?
"Any height."
"Including that hammock?"
"The sling?"
"Yeah."
"Especially the sling."
"Hm."
Bingo. Oh, Kurt, you're earned that G and T.

Maybe we can make this work, Jean. No promises. But we both love a challenge!