Days had passed since the silent exchange in the foyer of the mansion, and Jean was chalking it up to complete randomness. Jean had just set her earrings down on her bedside table, and unzipped her skirt when Kitty phased through the door.

"Kitty!"

"Get your gym clothes on!"

"Why the rush," Jean grabbed the shorts Kitty threw over her shoulder.

"Because Logan says you have had plenty of time to rest that ankle, and he needs you!"

Jean Pulled Kitty from the dresser drawer and grabbed a sports bra and tank top.

"He could have asked me himself," Jean changed clothes in the bathroom. "Why did you give me the short shorts, Kitty?"

"No time, c'mon," Kitty phased through the door with Jean's shoes and socks in hand.

"Girl has got to stop drinking coffee," Jean thought aloud, following her down to the gym.

Jean opened the door to the gym, Kitty bouncing up with her shoes.

"Sorry, didn't realize I had them!"

"Sure you didn't," Jean smirked, sitting on the bench.

Logan ran through warmup and drills, Jean realizing that in just a few short weeks the students had improved immensely under Logan's tutelage.

"Ankle is ok," he asked her.

"Yes," was all she could manage to reply.

"Good, we'll run through the same as last time."

"Sure."

It took all of Jean's concentration to keep her mind on the matter at hand, and not on where his hands were as they demonstrated all number of ways they could be subdued in hand to hand combat. Jean was glad to feel at ease around him again, she had tried to think of a way to find that comfortable mood when she had so foolishly pushed him away.

He asked her to stay behind a moment after cooldown, so here they were, cleaning up after the kids had left the gym.

"Looks like that's everything," Jean commented.

"That's not why I wanted you to stay."

"Oh, okay. What's up," Jean hoped her casual tone didn't seem forced.

"What's up is you lettin' Betsy have whatever she wants."

"I don't know what I was thinking," she shook her head.

"Here's what I think…don't do it again," Logan stepped closer to her.

"I know."

"If I had wanted to take Betsy, I would have asked her," Logan looked in her eyes.

She nodded.

Logan brushed a strand of hair off her sweaty cheek. Jean felt the warmth of his fingers and stepped close.

"Friday, then."

"Friday?"

"Not good for you? Wednesday then," his hands slipped around her waist.

"That's tomorrow," her hands rested against his biceps.

"Now," he leaned in.

"No." Jean pulled her head back with a smile as he growled. "Tomorrow is fine."

Logan kissed her smiling lips, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed back.

"What was with those red shorts?"

"I wear those when I'm just hanging out in my room," Jean chuckled as they bumped into the wall.

"So, what are you doing later?"

"We have a date tomorrow," she reminded him.

"So, we hang out tonight. Go out tomorrow," his fingers slipped under the hem of her tank top.

"We'd have to leave the gym at some point," she pulled his hands away.

"Forget it then, we'll stay here."

"Logan…we can't."

"Sure we ca-" he looked toward the door. "Oh."

"Work off some of that frustration," she kissed his cheek and slipped away just as Hank and Ororo came into the gym.