[Marie, Logan] Let's be alone together.

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Fluff. Marie's writing a letter to Charles, mild silliness and teasing about D'Ancato family etiquette ensues.


Logan checked the clock. Marie should be home from her outing with the Summers boys by now. Scott had probably made sure that she ate, but he wanted to go doublecheck, just to be sure. That was his excuse, anyway, when he pushed away from his desk and left the room, heading downstairs to knock on Marie's door.

Marie had seen that Angelo was settled for the night and gotten herself a cup of tea before sitting down to work on her letter to Charles. She was writing out point-form first so she'd be sure to say everything she needed to say. When Logan knocked on the door she said, "Come in," quietly enough that only he could hear her.

Logan opened the door and closed it quietly behind himself. "Hey, baby. Have fun with Scott?" he asked, walking over to sit down beside her.

"Yep," she said, a little smugly. "He even had fun with us." She frowned at her page then and made a few more notes, writing by hand instead of using her laptop.

He nodded, pretending to be interested in Scott's welfare, then peered over her shoulder. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Quitting," she said lightly, then kissed him. "Telling Charles I won't be teaching after this semester and that I want off the second floor or I have to find my own place to live."

He nodded, reading over the list in her lap. "He'll give ya a room on the third floor, o'course." But that wasn't quite what Logan wanted.

Marie kissed him again. "He might. But then again, I think he'll give some attention to the part where I let him know I'd like to move in with you and we'd like to talk to him about it."

Logan read further down the list and grinned. "Don't know how easy it's gonna be t'convince 'im, but we'll manage."

"You could always marry me," Marie said, then laughed. "But I don't think he'll make you do that. I'm sure he'll see the value in saving us the time and trouble of sneaking into each others' rooms like silly teenagers. Unless you want me to have my own room so you can sneak in, of course."

Logan's grin broadened, but he shook his head. "I'd rather have y'with me. An' hell, if he wants t'be a stickler about it..."

"Don't you let Mama hear anything like that," Marie warned him. "Lord, you have no sense of self-preservation, Logan."

Logan laughed, kissing her forehead. "No, I guess I don't, at that, but if it meant gettin' t'live with ya, any discomfort from wearin' a tux'd be worth it." And there were other benefits.

Marie shook her head and pulled off her point-form list to read it over again. "Silly man. You're never going to survive my family if you don't learn when to announce that you need to go kill something or fix something and make tracks."

Logan laughed again. "I didn't say that in front of yer mama, though, an' I wouldn't've."

"Good boy." She leaned over and kissed him properly. "And you don't like kids. Remember that, Logan. You don't like children. Also, you're going to tell me when Essielu and Mamaw tell you not to tell me that they're coming to visit, right?"

A hint of a smirk flickered over Logan's lips. "Sure I will, baby," he said, then recited, "I don't like kids. I don't like kids..." and leaned over to kiss her, nibbling a little on her lower lip.

"Let no one wonder why I love you so much." She nipped him back, laughing. "We just might survive my family after all. I love them, I really do, but they are a pain sometimes."

He was sure they wondered, but he didn't mind. It was none of their business. "They're a'right. They care 'bout ya."

"I know. I'm a lucky girl, I really am." She put her clipboard aside on the table and turned to look at him. "Very lucky."

"Mm," Logan murmured, noncommittal as he leaned forward to pull her onto his lap. "Luck, huh? 'sat what this is?"

"Some, I think. The rest was good choices and some hard work." She snuggled against him with a small, happy noise. "Hell. Make that a lot of hard work, just to keep us both alive and sane to enjoy being together. I think we should be damn proud of ourselves. We've earned all the happiness we've got."

Logan figured he'd done enough to destroy the relationship that he could count himself lucky to have her. She, however, deserved to be proud of herself. "Mm," He murmured, nodding. "Very proud."

Marie rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. It had been a very long and tiring day and tomorrow was looking to be about the same. "Only a couple more weeks," she said, half to herself.

Logan stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head. "Almost there, baby. You'll make it." Even if he had to lock her in his room to make sure of it.

"I always do," she said sleepily, relaxing against him. "I couldn't do it without you, though. Not this time."