The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
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“Sugar, are there any fight bars in the world that don’t look like this?” Marie asked as Logan dismounted to stand beside her. He laughed, the tension between them having dissipated with the exhiliration of the ride.
“I only take you to the nice ones, darlin’,” he winked, throwing his arm over her shoulders and pulling her close.
Your Logan is just the right amount of funny, and I adore it.
heh heh, i need to get me some leather in my wardrobe!