It had been almost a year since Scott and Logan had brought me to the mansion and a few months since I had moved in with Logan. I was sitting on our bed brushing my hair as I scanned through a few test books that I was going to use for my lesson the next day when Logan walked out of the en suite where he had been showering after a day of helping Storm train the young X-Men recruits. He was dressed in only a pair of low slung jeans, a damp towel in his hand which he was using to rub his hair dry, a cloud of steam wafted out of the bathroom after him and I bit my lip watching him, my text books forgotten in a haze of want.
"One Eye's startin' to piss me off," Logan informed me as he threw his towel into the hamper in the corner of the room, completely oblivious to my eyes on him.
"Why?" I breathed tilting my head to the side to watch a single bead of water his towel had missed slide invitingly down the valley of his spine.
Logan must have noticed how distracted I sounded because he turned to look at me, one dark eyebrow lifting when my eyes stayed glued to his torso instead of lifting to his face. "You finished staring?" he growled low.
My eyes flashed to his and I dropped my brush on the bed and got up, walking over to him, my eyes on his, "Not even close," I told him emphatically.
A deep rumble grew in his chest and as soon as I was in reach he caught my forearm and dragged me against his chest, his mouth covering mine in a demanding kiss.
I melted against him with a soft moan, running my hands up and over the contours of his muscle bound chest and burying them in his slightly damp hair loving that it was a little longer now so that I could run my hands through it.
He spun us around and pressed me back against our tall dresser as he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up under the old t-shirt of his I was wearing over cotton three-quarter pajama pants. I pulled him closer needing to feel him against me.
And that's when everything went wrong. I'd been thinking about our future for a while now and with him touching me like he was all I could think about was what I wanted in that future and children were at the top of the list. I could picture a little boy or girl with his hazel eyes and my dark hair and I wanted that so much.
Logan stiffened suddenly and pulled away violently and I knew I'd lost control and forced my thoughts into his head.
"I-I'm sorry," I gasped watching him as he stood breathing hard.
Looking away, the large mutant ran a hand through his hair, "I can't give you that, Jenna." His jaw worked and I realized how upset he was. "Kayla and I tried for years," spinning on his heel he turned away and started prowling backwards and forwards in front of me.
I looked down at the area of carpet between us suddenly scared that this might be something that ripped us apart, "I'm sorry," was all I could think of to say to him.
He stopped pacing and scowled, "Don't apologize."
For some reason anger filled me at his gruff tone, "What do you want me to say, Logan? I didn't mean to show you my thoughts, I didn't mean to invade your mind like that, so I'm sorry."
"What the hell you getting mad now for?" he snarled just as annoyed as I was.
I huffed out a breath and tried to calm down, "Just forget it, okay?" I swallowed hard, "I'm going to bed." Slipping passed him I moved to our bed and got in it, pulling the sheet and comforter up around my shoulders, my back to Logan where he stood glaring down at me.
With a low growl he got into bed beside me and switched out the light, his back to mine and, instead of curling up together like we usually did, we both fell asleep separated by anger and the physical gap between us.