Logan: Marie, get that camera outta’ my face!
Marie: Come on, if you’re not gonna smile the least you can do is gimme’ one of your sexy signature scowls.
Logan: No.
Marie: *sighs* Fine. I’ll go snap some shots of Scott then.
Logan: Grrr…
Marie: Gotcha’.
Logan: Marie!
Marie: Oh stop yer’ whinin’, I’m not asking for a lot. I just want something to look back on… don’t you?
Logan: Sure, but you pull the bed sheets up to your chin every time I bring out the camcorder.
Scott and Jean enter
Marie: Scott. Jean. You guys got a scrap book right?
Jean: Yes, we do. As a matter of fact we just added to it last night… got the prints for our trip to Paris.
Logan: Oh yeah, (to Marie) bet we’re in some of those.
Scott: Well you would be if you didn’t knock the camera out of my hand anytime I so much as took it out.
Marie (to Logan): See? There are no pictures of us.
Logan: Babe, I remember just fine these days. I don’t need a damn picture.
Marie: Yeah? Well I do! *storms off*
Scott (to Logan): Smooth.
Logan: Bite me. *leaves*
Jean (to Scott): Didn’t you manage to get one picture of them together?
Scott: Yeah, but it’s of Logan flashing his claws to a waiter and Rogue’s trying to stop him from stabbing the poor guy.
Later
Logan: Baby, open the door. I’m sorry.
Marie: I don’t care! I want memories!
Logan (mumbling): Spent half my life lookin’ for those.
Marie: What did you say?!
Logan: … Nothing, baby I love you, please come out.
Marie: Why?!
Logan: …
Marie: Logan?
Logan: Um… because… I want you to.
Marie: Not a good enough reason.
Logan: Dammit Marie!
Marie: That kinda talk ain’t helpin’ matters.
Logan: *sighs/growls* … I’ll let you take all the pictures you want.
Marie (opening the door a crack): You promise?
Logan (reluctantly): … Yes.
The next day
Marie: Logan?! You promised!
Logan: The Hell I did!
Jean enters
Jean (pretending not to know them): Logan and… uhm… Marie, is it? What a pretty name, Scott Summers will be right out.
Logan (confused) : What the Hell is she doing?
Marie: *sighs* She’s role playing.
Logan: No, that’s not it… her clothes would have to be off.
Marie: WHAT!
Logan: Nothing, that’s not what I meant…
Scott enters
Scott (also pretending not to know Logan or Marie): Hi, I’m Scott, we’re gonna have a great photo shoot today.
Logan (frustrated): Fer’ Christsakes, stop acting, you suck at it! All this ‘role playing’ is bullshit!
Marie (threatening to tear up): You promised.
Logan (relenting): … I did… *sighs* okay.
Scott: Right then, let’s get to it.
A half hour later
Scott: Jean, can you adjust the light some?
Jean: I’m on it.
Scott: Tilt it upward.
Jean: Like this?
Scott: Perfect. Now Logan, I want you to give me a sexy smirk. That’s right… work it… own it.
Logan (gritting through teeth): This good enough?
Marie (warningly): Logan.
Scott: Now Rogue, I want you to lean into Logan, like, ‘I want you, but you’re gonna have to work for it.’
Two hours later
Jean: Wow, these pictures look fantastic!
Marie: Thanks. See Logan? It wasn’t so bad.
Logan (sarcastically): Yeah, sure.
Scott: It wasn’t… for me anyway. Always wanted to be a photographer.
Logan: Did you always wanna be gay too?
Scott: You oversized can opene-
Jean (provacotively): Uhmm Scott? You think you could take a few snap shots of me? *walks away*
Scott: … Gottta go. *follows*
Marie: Are you gonna let me take more pictures of you from now on? Or do you want to repeat this little episode?
Logan: I’ve got a better idea; I’ll take the pictures… you take your clothes off.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
This is either an awesome fic or a mindbendingly bad addition to the series. You can let me know either way *braces for the worst*… I can take it.