It’s been a few weeks since they’ve decided to settle in the small town of Dalton, Texas. Marie stays at their little two bedroom apartment, keeping an eye on the house and cooking and cleaning. Jean’s started working at the diner they ate in on their first night in town. Logan and Scott both work local construction jobs at what’s going to be a new restaurant downtown.
This is how they spend their days, working and living and watching the news, or movies from the video store when it gets to be too much. The Anti-mutant sentiment is catching. Late at night, when everyone else is sleeping, Marie sits up and worries.
She worries about the kids whose parents took them home, she worries about the Professor and the children that he brought with him somewhere, she worries about her friends and their families. She worries about the small family that the four of them have become.
Tonight, Scott joins her at the table. It’s three in the morning and she’s holding a cup of steaming tea.
“How’s it going, Marie?” She looks at him over her mug, sliding her eyes sideways and into the bedroom that she shares with Logan.
“It’s fine.” She replies.
“Fine is not sitting in the kitchen in the middle of the night drinking tea.” Scott says pointedly. “And it’s not getting up in the middle of the night to do it for a week in a row.”
She blushes at having been found out and turns to look him in the eyes. There’s no point in skating around the subject. “I’m worried, Scott.”
“Me too,” he says, grabbing a soda from the fridge behind them. Scott has never been a tea drinker. Coffee, soda, Gatorade, yes…. Tea no. She watches his face as he settled back in his chair. “I’m worried that someone will recognize Jean from all those times she went in front of the Senate. I’m worried that my ring will fall off and I’ll give us away. I worry that Logan will get hurt and heal up in front of everyone. And I’m worried that something will happen to you, sitting back here all day with no one around for backup.” He pauses, takes a long pull of his soda, and looks her in the eye.
“But I tell Jean about my worries and she makes them go away. Talk to Logan, it’ll help. I promise.” He dumps the rest of the can down the sink and pads back into his bedroom. Marie is left sitting there holding her tea cup and watching Logan. Eventually she gets up from the table and walks slowly into the bedroom. She closes the door behind her.
Logan shifts when she crawls into the bed, but doesn’t wake. A little torn between letting him sleep because he busts his ass all day and waking him up so she can have some comfort, she sits there for a long moment. She opts to wake him, they both need this.
He’s awake fairly instantly, snapping his eyes and breathing deep to identify any threat or intruder. When he realizes that there aren’t any scent tracers that don’t belong he turns on his side facing Marie. “Mmmm baby, what’s wrong?”
She trails her hand down his arm from his shoulder to his hand, ending the move by interlacing his fingers with hers. He shifts then, probably sensing her distress, and pulls her into his arms. Her worry floods into him, she can feel it when he realizes how afraid she is. His grip tightens and Marie shrinks into him, letting him envelop her.
“I’m scared Logan. I’m so scared for everyone everywhere that I can barely stand it.” She breathes him in deeply, scenting his skin and doing her best to memorize the sleepy softness that clings to him. “I just… Scott says that if I talk to you about it you’ll make me feel better. I just want to feel better.”
So he holds her, runs his hands along her sides and over her back and makes low comforting sounds in the back of this throat. She doesn’t know when things start to change but suddenly she’s gone from sad to desperate for his touch and he’s just as surprised as she is.
She opens her mouth and presses a kiss to his chest, she trails her fingers over his skin. Marie is full of want and need and something she can’t describe curls deep in her belly and she idly wonders if it’s lust. There’s something freeing about being alive and wanting and they move together as one, their mouths coming into contact with each other in a heated and passionate kiss.
Logan struggles for control for a long moment finally pulling back from her long enough to check her face and make sure that she’s there and in the moment and not lost in her thoughts. What he sees mirrored back to him in her eyes is just the same amount of longing and lust that he feels coming off of her in waves.
Then he’s back on her with more ferocity that he planned and clothing is dissolving from their bodies. Soon it’s heated flesh on heated flesh and hands and fingers and mouths roaming freely over each other’s bodies. The fear of the road fades behind them in a flash of life and a moment of ecstasy.
Afterward, when they’re spent and relaxed Marie nuzzles her face into his chest and growls contentedly. Then they fall into a blissfully nightmareless sleep.
***
Marie’s up early the next morning, before everyone else. She feels… happy, thrilled, excited, and sore. No one told her about the sore part the next day. She busies herself making breakfast for Logan and Scott and secretly appreciates the soreness and the memories that it brings.
Logan is the first out to the table, but he doesn’t sit. Instead he comes over to where Marie is standing and presses a soft kiss to the nape of her neck. The contact floods her with his love and adoration. She’s happy that he’s happy and they both spend a long moment just basking in that.
Scott ruins it with a yawn and the clinking of the coffee pot to the mug.
“Don’t mind me, just waking up over here.” Marie smiles before piling two plates high with eggs and bacon and toast and bringing them to the table. She gives one to Scott and sets Logan’s down at his customary seat.
“Alright, you two eat everything. You’ve got a long day ahead of you.”
“So, I take it that you two talked?”
Logan smirks and grunts. Marie smiles and tells him “Thank you for the advice.”
Breakfast is finished in contemplative silence.
***
Jean wakes up four hours later around 11 in the morning. Marie and her share a late breakfast and watch a little television before the she has to get ready for work.
“These late then early shifts are killer.” Jean says from the bathroom. Marie thinks again that she should likely get a job. There wasn’t much else hiring and neither Logan nor Scott wanted her working nights at the bar. But she can handle herself, even without the claws and the super healing. She decides that she’s going to press them again later.
“I think that’s a good idea, but we need to present it in such a way that they’ll agree. You know we all have to agree.” Jean calls from the bathroom. The women have spent so much time together reading each other’s minds that it’s become habit for them to be only partly involved in outward conversation. Being out of direct contact with the Professor, the block on Jean’s ability has worn thin and finally broken down.
“I need to work. I don’t like sitting around and doing nothing. It’s no different that you working nights at the diner. And we both know that I won’t start until Logan gets home and can come and sit at a table while I waitress.” Marie imagines him there, scaring off all of her tips for the night and Jean giggles from the other room.
Jean flashes an image of Scott doing the very same thing the night before. A united front they’ll make when it comes to the men in their lives. They’ll broach the subject tonight when they’re tired and hungry and likely to give in.
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