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The sheets were tangled in a warm mass around Remy's ankles. In another room, Logan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, ignoring the sleeping woman next to him.
Remy got up, threw the linens in the corner, and slipped out into the hall.
Three tiny knocks.
A short pause.
A door opening slowly, slowly, slowly.
Two forms ghosting through the hallway.
Remy quietly closed the door behind them.
"How've ya been, Wolfie?"
"Missing you."
"Ah knew it, ah knew you'd come 'round."
"I..."
"C'mon love, Remy needs a hug."
They fell into each others arms and soon their breathing was synchronized.
"Remy..."
"Hush, some of us are tryin' ta sleep. Merde."
"It's important, you know."
"Not so that it can' wait til mornin', right sugah?"
"I...I guess you're right."
Morning found them curled up together. Logan woke first and inched his way out of bed, with the intent of leaving before Remy stirred.
"Mais, jamais d'la vie! Wolfie, ah thought you were supposed ta be quiet?"
" And I thought you slept once in a while."
"Don' sound so happy, sugah. What did Remy do ta anger you so?"
"Nothing. I just..."
"You jus' what, pookie?"
"Don't call me that, Remy."
"You gon' make me stop?"
Logan pounced on Remy.
"I think I will."
An hour later, when breathing had slowed and clothes had been replaced, Logan kissed Remy one last time, and went back to his own room. With his own fiance just waking in up the bed they shared.
"'Ro...we need to talk."