xp_logs | Logan, Marie: Up the Down Staircase

Early this morning, as they finish their training session, Logan and Marie have a talk about who gets to sleep where. Then, they chatter about art class, and how unbelievable it is that he got saddled with teaching it. All of this occurs /hours/ before the email from James Hudson comes in.

"Training session over, Master Logan?" Marie was looking at Logan upside down... or rather he was upside down, sprawled on the mats and Marie was leaning over him with an impish grin. She was tired but her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, as always, from amusement and adrenaline.

Logan snorted, grinning. "Yeah. For t'day." He stared up at her upside down face and his own expression grew a little more serious. "I've been thinkin'..."

"Uhoh." Marie sank down to the mats beside him, propping herself up on one elbow so she could see his face. "That's trouble."

"Very funny." Logan frowned at her, raising one eyebrow. "I was thinkin', mebbe, if y'wanted, I could come stay in yer room durin' th'week." He shrugged. "Nobody's gonna say nothin' t'me, if I'm not sleepin' in my own room."

Marie blinked and frowned, wondering what had brought that on, and sat up. "You don't have to," she said, shaking her head. "I'm okay."

Logan frowned again. "'course I don't hafta." He wasn't going to comment on whether or not she was okay.

"You wouldn't mind?" She reached up and undid one of the bluebird bobbles holding her braids and started unravelling her hair with her fingers. /If/ she wanted, what a silly thing to say.

Logan sat up, reaching for the other braid, and slipped the bobble off the end, watching her hair begin to unravel itself in his palm. "No, I wouldn't mind."

"Why now?" Marie ducked her head to kiss his hand, then looked up at him. Her eyes were serious, a puzzled little frown creased her brow.

Guilt and self-depreciation flashed across Logan's face. "I'm not always so quick on figurin' things out," he said with a shrug.

Marie leaned forward and brushed her lips across his a little tentatively. "It's not like I said anything, so... I just thought you'd want your space, you know?"

Logan snorted. "My space, huh?" He slid one hand into her hair and drew her forward for another gentle kiss. "I still got half a closet. 's enough for me."

"Idiot," she said fondly. "You know what I mean."

He gave her a dry look. "Yeah, I do. An' I think yer bein' too careful t'not push me. Y'told me not t'hold back, remember?"

"Mm, yes, but that was you, this is me," she pointed out.

He raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh."

"I just..." don't want to need you too much. She shrugged, though, and didn't finish her sentence. "I'm just a silly girl then, I guess."

His expression didn't change. He could guess what she'd been thinking, based on their conversation from the night before. "No, yer not," he said with a sigh, and dragged her forward for another kiss. "I wanna stay with ya, tonight, if you'll let me. In yer room."

Marie shifted to lean against him when he pulled her close. "Like I'm going to say no?" She laughed a little and nuzzled against his cheek. "Yes. I'd like that."

Logan pressed a kiss to her cheek and smiled. "Good."

Marie got to her feet and offered Logan her hand. "Come on, old man," she said lightly. "I'll make you breakfast and you can tell me how your Art class is going. I can't believe Charles asked you to teach that."

Logan snorted, letting her pull him to his feet. "Yer not th'only one who can't believe it."

Marie laughed and pulled him to her for a kiss before she went to collect her shoes and jacket. "You seem to be surviving so far. How're the kids?"

Logan picked up his shoes, tied the laces together, and slug them over his shoulder. "They don't seem t'mind too much." He grinned. "Artie's pretty happy 'bout it."

"Oh, he would be, wouldn't he? It's so cute." Marie pushed the door open with her hip, looking back at him with a smile. "Your life's sure gone to hell in a handbasket since you gave me a ride," she half-teased. "If the rest weren't bad enough, you're a school teacher now."

Logan snorted out a laugh, reaching behind her to hold the door. They both moved through it and he shrugged. "It happens."