[quite happily snuggled up to the warm body in her bed. And then she realizes there's a warm body in her bed. Cue flailing and groping for a gun, until she recognizes that fuzzy chest and that earthy smell. ...Well, she sure as hell didn't go to bed with him here.]
[The smell of the gun doesn't alarm him, maybe because it was around before, and a woman's voice in the morning isn't much to get worked up about, either. Logan would've preferred to keep sleeping, though. He grunts and pulls up the covers a little; the sudden loss of human bed-warmer lying against him is mildly annoying. Only then does he crack open an eye.]
Huh.
[Yeah, that's all he has to say. Of course, it may have just been another grunt. Does that count?]
[Tabby eyeballs Logan for all of three seconds before she gives up, and flops over onto the little bit of space that isn't covered by his massive frame. She just can't summon the urge to give a fuck after four continuous training sessions with Scooter and the younglings.]
[Logan barely even wakes up, only vaguely registering the other presence. The scent is familiar and calming, nothing to worry about, so he grunts a bit and rolls over, fully intending to go back to sleep.]
[And he takes the blankets right with him, oh if he could see her face of displeasure right now. Grunting slightly Tabby nudges herself under his arm, steals back the blankets with a well-aimed glare, and cuddles into his side. It’s pretty easy to do so comfortably ever since Jubilee broke the heating system in her room.]
[Sadly, Logan cares not about her displeasure. Even more so now he's sleeping again. The cuddling's not too bad, though. He even shifts a little to better accommodate it. Unfortunately, the changed angle of his head in relation to his body has the added side effect of making him snore. And boy, the man can snore...]
[Tabitha has never wished ill on Logan, but right now she's seriously contemplating how fast she could smother him. He sounds like a fucking stalled tractor, good lord. Putting aside her current murderous urges she gently moves his head to a better angle, praying that he stops snoring.]
Hng... [Apparently people touching his head is not fun for sleeping!Logan, though he does, at least, stop snoring. With a lazy snarl, he mumbles... something. His breathing becomes irregular as he shifts, twitches, and generally becomes restless. Bad dreams. They happen.]
[Damn it Logan she is going to murder you. Stop moving. Huffing when she realizes he isn't just being a horrible bed partner on purpose, she runs her fingers over his chest in a slow, calming gesture. She does however still have a grumpy and tired expression that could rival his moodiest face. She wraps her leg over his thigh hoping that, just maybe- she can stop the twitchy muscles. ]
[It takes a while, but then he calms down a little. Limiting his motions might not be the best idea, but apparently the chest-stroking is enough to put him in a different frame of mind. He makes a sound that might have been a word, or a name, but is currently more a soft 'hng' than anything, then takes a deep breath, and settles down.]
[She watches him, just waiting for him to act up again or like jump from the bed for no discernible reason, and when he doesn't she slowly puts her head to his chest and starts to drift off. She swears though if someone calls her, or bursts into her room and wakes Logan's ass up, she will murder them. All she wants is a few straight hours of sleep next to Logan's human heater skin and her fluffy mattress. ]
[It's anyone's guess how he ended up in her bed, but he's happy enough now. Amazingly enough, he sleeps almost four hours before waking up. And wondering where the hell he is. And who -... Wow. It's a good thing he knows better than to assume anything happened... He takes a little sniff anyway, though, just to make sure. Good. That might've been awkward. Now to sneak out of here without waking her up...]
Don't. Move. [Tabitha is...well to say she isn't a morning person is an understatement. She's comfortable and warm, and damn it all she wants some more sleep. Just a little, that's all she asks. But just in case he thinks she's talking in her sleep she lazily rolls her head upwards to look him in the eye.]
[Dammit, busted. Propped up on one elbow, he halts his hasty exit, looks at her.] This is your bed. [Which is apparently meant to be an explanation for why he should leave.]
Yup, and you look good in it. [ Explanations do not work. Not when her and Scott's training sessions with over eighteen teenage mutants had run her to the bone. She doesn't even have the audacity to smile at her statement.]
Smut may or may not happen, but you're welcome to try for it.
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The hell'd you come from, Logan?
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Huh.
[Yeah, that's all he has to say. Of course, it may have just been another grunt. Does that count?]
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Huffing when she realizes he isn't just being a horrible bed partner on purpose, she runs her fingers over his chest in a slow, calming gesture. She does however still have a grumpy and tired expression that could rival his moodiest face. She wraps her leg over his thigh hoping that, just maybe- she can stop the twitchy muscles. ]
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Wow. It's a good thing he knows better than to assume anything happened... He takes a little sniff anyway, though, just to make sure. Good. That might've been awkward. Now to sneak out of here without waking her up...]
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