It was either a prank or a dream; Logan couldn't decide which. Rogue could not be sitting next to him, clad in nothing but the barest of bikinis holding a bottle of sunscreen and asking him, pretty please, to put some on her back. Without gloves.
It wasn't a prank, he decided. A prank was pushing him in front of a moving vehicle to see how fast he healed. This was torture. Dream it was then.
With a wicked grin, Logan snatched the sunscreen from Rogue, straddled her hips, and covered her from head to toe, even beneath the bikini.
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Date: May 21, 2004.