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xp_logsFluff, post-mission.
Logan's clothes are still drenched when he climbs the stairs from the basement to the main floor and then around the corridor and up the stairs to the second floor. He drips tiny puddles with each footstep and grumbles quietly that, next time Chuck sends him on a surprise mission that doesn't include wearing a uniform, he'll remember to take extra clothes. He reaches the door to Marie's suite and knocks twice, then leans against the door frame.
There's laughter from inside, young voices, and the smell of food and coffee. "Hang on!" A moment later, Marie opens the door and her face lights up the moment that she sees Logan. She grabs his hand and pulls him inside the warm, bright suite, assessing him for damage as she does so. "Hi," she says, and then steps close to kiss him.
Sarah and Shinobi are sprawled together on the sofa and, seeing Logan pulled into the room, Shinobi leans down to whisper in Sarah's ear.
"We'll clear out of your way," he says to no one in particular as Sarah pulls him to his feet.
Logan nudges Marie a few steps away from the door, nodding at Shinobi and Sarah before wrapping his arms around Marie and tugging her up against him. The dampness from his clothes quickly soaks through hers as he dips his head to kiss her. Her lips are soft and inviting and make what was, all in all, a pretty good day even better.
Marie was going to tell them that they didn't have to leave but her mouth is suddenly occupied and Sarah and Shinobi slip out the door before she can say anything. "...welcome home," she says, when he's done kissing her. His hair is sleek with rain and he looks well, aside from being wet. "I kept your dinner warm." Her smile is impish, the normalcy of her words is almost an inside joke.
Logan laughs quietly. "Should I call out 'honey, I'm home' or somethin'?" His stomach growls a little, impatient at the mention of food, apparently; he hasn't eaten anything since lunch.
"No," Marie laughs and steps back. "Start getting out of those wet things. I'll get you a towel."
Logan flips the lock on the door and strips off his leather jacket. He holds it out in front of him. "Where'd y'want me t'put this stuff?"
"Hang it on the back of the door, I'll get it in a minute," she calls from the bathroom. Stepping out, she throws him a towel from across the room. "You'll find what you need in the bedroom."
He hangs the jacket over the doorknob and catches the towel in the air, draping it over his shoulders. His wet jeans and flannel shirt hit the floor, his t-shirt following soon after. "I've got clothes in there?" he asks, confused.
Marie laughs and continues on to the kitchen to get his dinner. "I figured after last week, you might appreciate it."
Logan leaves his wet clothes on the floor and tromps, naked, through to her bedroom to find clothes. "Where'm I lookin'?" he calls, looking around.
"Second shelf in the closet is yours," she says. "I'm assuming you don't want any fresh killed plant-matter, dear."
Logan pokes through the shelf. The clothes aren't his, but they're his sizes. He pulls a pair of jeans from the shelf and slips them on, tugging the freshly laundered denim snug to button them. Walking out of the bedroom, he says, "No thanks," and walks up behind her in the kitchenette to nuzzle her hair.
"Here. Go sit." She hands him a full plate of chicken and mashed potatoes and biscuits, liberally dosed with gravy. "Shinobi needed to try some southern cooking so I settled on the usual. Can you tell me what that was all about today?"
He takes the plate and sits down at the table. "Sure. Little girl got lost in th'woods. It was stormin' an' th'dogs couldn't track 'er in th'rain. Washed away too much of 'er scent."
Marie pulls out a bottle of beer brought down from his fridge earlier, opens it, and sets it beside him, then bends to kiss him. "You found her?" She runs her fingers through his hair, smiling fondly down at him.
"Yeah. Cute kid. Four years old. Wouldn't let go, even when 'er mom tried t'take 'er from me." He takes a swig of beer to hide his smile.
"Mm. Smart cookie," Marie says approvingly, noting the smile. "Good to know it's not just me." She winks at him and kisses him again before going to collect his wet clothes from the floor.
"She made 'er mom get my name'n address," he mutters, a bit embarrassed. He takes a bite of chicken and hums approvingly.
Marie laughs, picking up his things and checking them for tears. "So, does your new girlfriend have a name?"
Logan snorts. "Rose. 'er name's Rose." Again, a flash of recognition, but it fades too quickly for him to be able to actually /remember/ anything.
"That's a pretty name," Marie says absently, shaking her head over the state of his jeans as she walks toward the bathroom to toss the wet things in the laundry. "I think it's adorable that she wanted your address and all. I'm glad you got to go help." She returns with the laundry basket on her hip and stops to look at him, watching him eat.
He takes a drink of the beer, then turns in his chair to look at her. "Yeah. She was a cute kid. Glad they called us in, they never woulda found 'er with just th'dogs an' cops they had around."
"I'm proud of you," she says quietly.
Logan blinks. He doesn't know how to respond to that. Proud of him. For what? For doing what Chuck asked him to do? For being animal enough to be useful? Proud of him. She's proud of him. "Thanks," he murmurs, glancing away and taking another drink of his beer.
Marie puts the basket down in a chair, noting his discomfort, and comes over to him. She runs one bare hand down the back of his neck. "For a lot of things," she says, and bends to kiss his hair. "You did a good thing today."
"Thanks," he says, and this time he means it. He just needed the reminder, is all. "Guess I forget, sometimes, what that's like."
"I know. About time you got to remember." She takes his chin in her hand and touches him long enough to coax him to look up at her. "You do make me proud. Not just today. Things like today, they just stand out enough that maybe you'll understand when I tell you."
Logan looks up at Marie, his acceptance of her honestly clearly written on his face. "I might not understand, not completely, but I believe you." For now, that's the best he can do.
"Thank you." She bends and kisses him gently. "I love you, Logan. Welcome home."
Logan's clothes are still drenched when he climbs the stairs from the basement to the main floor and then around the corridor and up the stairs to the second floor. He drips tiny puddles with each footstep and grumbles quietly that, next time Chuck sends him on a surprise mission that doesn't include wearing a uniform, he'll remember to take extra clothes. He reaches the door to Marie's suite and knocks twice, then leans against the door frame.
There's laughter from inside, young voices, and the smell of food and coffee. "Hang on!" A moment later, Marie opens the door and her face lights up the moment that she sees Logan. She grabs his hand and pulls him inside the warm, bright suite, assessing him for damage as she does so. "Hi," she says, and then steps close to kiss him.
Sarah and Shinobi are sprawled together on the sofa and, seeing Logan pulled into the room, Shinobi leans down to whisper in Sarah's ear.
"We'll clear out of your way," he says to no one in particular as Sarah pulls him to his feet.
Logan nudges Marie a few steps away from the door, nodding at Shinobi and Sarah before wrapping his arms around Marie and tugging her up against him. The dampness from his clothes quickly soaks through hers as he dips his head to kiss her. Her lips are soft and inviting and make what was, all in all, a pretty good day even better.
Marie was going to tell them that they didn't have to leave but her mouth is suddenly occupied and Sarah and Shinobi slip out the door before she can say anything. "...welcome home," she says, when he's done kissing her. His hair is sleek with rain and he looks well, aside from being wet. "I kept your dinner warm." Her smile is impish, the normalcy of her words is almost an inside joke.
Logan laughs quietly. "Should I call out 'honey, I'm home' or somethin'?" His stomach growls a little, impatient at the mention of food, apparently; he hasn't eaten anything since lunch.
"No," Marie laughs and steps back. "Start getting out of those wet things. I'll get you a towel."
Logan flips the lock on the door and strips off his leather jacket. He holds it out in front of him. "Where'd y'want me t'put this stuff?"
"Hang it on the back of the door, I'll get it in a minute," she calls from the bathroom. Stepping out, she throws him a towel from across the room. "You'll find what you need in the bedroom."
He hangs the jacket over the doorknob and catches the towel in the air, draping it over his shoulders. His wet jeans and flannel shirt hit the floor, his t-shirt following soon after. "I've got clothes in there?" he asks, confused.
Marie laughs and continues on to the kitchen to get his dinner. "I figured after last week, you might appreciate it."
Logan leaves his wet clothes on the floor and tromps, naked, through to her bedroom to find clothes. "Where'm I lookin'?" he calls, looking around.
"Second shelf in the closet is yours," she says. "I'm assuming you don't want any fresh killed plant-matter, dear."
Logan pokes through the shelf. The clothes aren't his, but they're his sizes. He pulls a pair of jeans from the shelf and slips them on, tugging the freshly laundered denim snug to button them. Walking out of the bedroom, he says, "No thanks," and walks up behind her in the kitchenette to nuzzle her hair.
"Here. Go sit." She hands him a full plate of chicken and mashed potatoes and biscuits, liberally dosed with gravy. "Shinobi needed to try some southern cooking so I settled on the usual. Can you tell me what that was all about today?"
He takes the plate and sits down at the table. "Sure. Little girl got lost in th'woods. It was stormin' an' th'dogs couldn't track 'er in th'rain. Washed away too much of 'er scent."
Marie pulls out a bottle of beer brought down from his fridge earlier, opens it, and sets it beside him, then bends to kiss him. "You found her?" She runs her fingers through his hair, smiling fondly down at him.
"Yeah. Cute kid. Four years old. Wouldn't let go, even when 'er mom tried t'take 'er from me." He takes a swig of beer to hide his smile.
"Mm. Smart cookie," Marie says approvingly, noting the smile. "Good to know it's not just me." She winks at him and kisses him again before going to collect his wet clothes from the floor.
"She made 'er mom get my name'n address," he mutters, a bit embarrassed. He takes a bite of chicken and hums approvingly.
Marie laughs, picking up his things and checking them for tears. "So, does your new girlfriend have a name?"
Logan snorts. "Rose. 'er name's Rose." Again, a flash of recognition, but it fades too quickly for him to be able to actually /remember/ anything.
"That's a pretty name," Marie says absently, shaking her head over the state of his jeans as she walks toward the bathroom to toss the wet things in the laundry. "I think it's adorable that she wanted your address and all. I'm glad you got to go help." She returns with the laundry basket on her hip and stops to look at him, watching him eat.
He takes a drink of the beer, then turns in his chair to look at her. "Yeah. She was a cute kid. Glad they called us in, they never woulda found 'er with just th'dogs an' cops they had around."
"I'm proud of you," she says quietly.
Logan blinks. He doesn't know how to respond to that. Proud of him. For what? For doing what Chuck asked him to do? For being animal enough to be useful? Proud of him. She's proud of him. "Thanks," he murmurs, glancing away and taking another drink of his beer.
Marie puts the basket down in a chair, noting his discomfort, and comes over to him. She runs one bare hand down the back of his neck. "For a lot of things," she says, and bends to kiss his hair. "You did a good thing today."
"Thanks," he says, and this time he means it. He just needed the reminder, is all. "Guess I forget, sometimes, what that's like."
"I know. About time you got to remember." She takes his chin in her hand and touches him long enough to coax him to look up at her. "You do make me proud. Not just today. Things like today, they just stand out enough that maybe you'll understand when I tell you."
Logan looks up at Marie, his acceptance of her honestly clearly written on his face. "I might not understand, not completely, but I believe you." For now, that's the best he can do.
"Thank you." She bends and kisses him gently. "I love you, Logan. Welcome home."
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