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Met at a Bar-by PS
Part Eight
Logan woke up with a start, his gray eyes wide, and his inner beast rumbling
He licked his lips and looked around the room, his well adjusted eyes searching every corner for danger. None was found.
He sighed quietly and flopped back down among the uncomfortable cushions of the couch that he slept upon.
From the bedroom he could hear Ororo's steady breathing, and outside the fake sounds of crickets and a gentle breeze.
He ran a hand through his hair and over his face roughly, he had to get them out of here, if it was the last thing he did...
Ororo woke up to the smell of bacon, a smell that oddly turned her stomach over, and to the sound of whistling.
She got up and gave herself a moment to collect her thoughts, then, she went out into the hallway, steadily making her way to the kitchen.
She paused in the doorway, peeking around to see Logan, with his back turned to her, frying eggs and cooking bacon. He stirred the pan with precise precision and kept an eye on the meat, which sizzled and crackled in its pan.
She took a step into the kitchen and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed under her breasts tightly. Somehow, she could imagine every morning like this.
"Good morning," he threw over his shoulder as he opened up a cabinet and pulled out two plates, "sleep well?"
Ororo blushed, thankful that he wasn't turned to her, "I slept fine."
He nodded, bringing out juice and a beer from the fridge, "good. Well, I made you breakfast, I wasn't sure what you liked, so, I just made what I like."
She frowned wryly, "how very gentlemanly of you."
He turned his head and grinned at her, "I know, I try my best."
She shook her head, smiling and looked inside the refrigerator, "is there any fruit? I usually just eat some fruit for breakfast."
Logan shurgged, "there might be some fruit in one of the bottom drawers."
She checked, finding a quantity of tropical fruits, many of which where her favorites.
She turned to see Logan watching her, "what?"
He looked away swiftly, "nothing."
She shrugged it off mentally and followed him to the living room where Logan sat down on the couch, and she took a seat in one of the green chairs.
She ate a pear quietly, watching as he inhaled his food silently.
She looked around the small room then out the window, "I've got an idea."
Logan looked up at her, talking around his mouthful of food, "what?"
She glared at him, "first, don't talk with your mouth full. But, just hear me out, there's got to be a door right? Well, if we go around the sides of the room...or whatever we're in, then we can find the door, then get out!"
Logan chewed for a minute, "ok...do we have any clothes?"
She stared at him, "what?"
He gave her a side grin, that made him look oddly boyish she noted, "well, I like going on crazy adventures in fresh clothing."
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