"September 21?" Ororo asked. She was draped half across her fiancé and her fingers were dancing over his naked chest after their passionate interlude.

They had journeyed to and was currently occupying the secret apartment Logan kept in Manhattan for non X-Men business. They had decided that they were in dire need of getting away from their friends who were quickly getting on their nerves about the wedding. Their nerves were frayed with everyone wanting to put in their two cents and having a frazzled Wolverine in the mansion was not going to end well.

"Fer what darlin'?"

His sarcastic reply earned him a swift elbow to the ribs. Ororo gradually and intentionally brought herself into a sitting position. The sheet that was barely affording her a smidgeon of modesty slipped down further to pool at her waist. Logan's eyes immediately filled with hunger as they zeroed in on two of his favorite things about her. He rose up on his elbow and licked his lips, his gaze making its way to her laughing one.

"'Ro." The need in his voice was unmistakable.

"Logan." She laughed before leaning down to peck his lips softly. He would have deepened the kiss given how hungry he was for her, but she knew how to ruin the moment. "You know for what."

The Wolverine sobered a bit before plopping down on his back. "Can't we just elope or somethin'?"

"We could, if that is what you want dear heart."

He sighed heavily, resting his forearm over his eyes. "I want whatever ya want 'Ro. If ya want a big or small weddin' or ta elope is fine with me. As long as yer happy."

"I am happy simply being with you and knowing you are mine."

He moved his forearm and peered up at her, his eyes softening at her words. "I don't want what should be a great time fer us ta become a circus and ya know that's where it's headed. It's the reason we came here this weekend."

Their friends and family meant well, he gave them credit for that. But dammit, if Scooter only try to give him another lecture on the perfect style of tuxedo and shoes for him and the men of the wedding party, he swore on all that was holy that he was going to run the one-eyed wonder through. Then there was Jubilee. He loved her to death, but he'll be damned if he gave into her incessant demands to plan his bachelor party. As to Remy…he was going to perform surgery on him and hand Rogue his intestines in a bag if the Cajun dropped one more undisguised hint about why he should be the best man. Charles, he had already put the fear of the devil in about the size of the engagement party he had reluctantly agreed the bald man throw in his and 'Ro's honor. But he knew Wheels had long ago lost his fear of him and had no doubt already sent out invitations to the entire flamin' world. Logan groaned just thinking about all the interference.

Ororo reached out and lovingly combed her fingers through his mutton chops. "I know." She sighed. "I know everyone is happy for us and mean well."

"But ya want ta fry them fer all the meddlin'."

She laughed out loud, a musical sound to his ears. "Yes."

Jean…Ororo loved the woman dearly, but the redhead was a hair's breadth away from receiving a lightning bolt if she so much as suggested another color scheme for her and Logan to consider. Rogue was going to wake up in the infirmary if she only brought another list of strippers for her to choose from. The power of the elements was going to rain down on Betsy if she brought her another bridal magazine with styles of bridal gowns marked off for her to pick from. She knew her threats of tornadoes and wind storms didn't faze Charles as he never had any intentions of keeping the engagement party small and intimate as she and Logan wanted. Ororo groaned simply thinking about their well-intentioned family and friends. She returned to her original position on the bed, resting on her side.

Logan turned so he was facing her. "I say you fry 'em and I gut 'em. It's our weddin' after all."

That earned him a full blown guffaw. "As good as that sounds love, we cannot. Then we would not have anyone to babysit when we want to run away together."

His rough chuckle echoed throughout the room as he reached out and cupped her jaw, running his thumb along the plump softness of her lips. "So how do ya propose we deal with the drama when we go back?"

'Ro leaned into his caress, opening her mouth to suck gently on his thumb. "Your idea of elopement has merit." She sucked on his thumb some more, allowing her teeth to graze his digit.

"Yeah?" He asked, his eyes darkening, clearly enjoying her ministrations. "September 21 is fine with me darlin'. But what do ya say ta us gettin' hitched in the meadow by the lake?"

Her motions stilled, her eyes swinging up to meet his. "Canada?"

Logan nodded. "We have the Rockies in the background and those flowers ya love so much gonna still be in bloom."

Her eyes brightened.

"What do ya say, babe? We got a plan?"

"They will no doubt kill us if we go ahead with this plan, but I am very excited that we have a wedding date and venue."

He grinned. "They're invited. Just that we won't be part 'o the spectacle they want fer us at the mansion. This will be what we want, where we want it and when we want it."

She smiled tenderly. "I love the idea of marrying you in such a setting. And we would not have to go far for our honeymoon."

"Now, yer talkin' darlin'," he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his own lips. He pulled away a few moments later, leaving her completely breathless. "So, we lay down the law 'bout how it's goin' ta be when we get back."

"Oh, absolutely. I shall have lightning dancing on my fingertips and you shall have your six best friends at the ready."

"Damn darlin', ya sure know how ta turn me on." With that, he replaced the sheet that was barely covering her with his naked body.