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Pairing: Logan/Rogue (X-Men)
Setting: post-Days of Future Past AU
From the outside, the little log cabin looked like something from a snow globe. Marie was sure she could have stared at a picture of the quaint little place, with its snow-covered roof and surrounding of pine trees, all day long and never grown tired of it. Of course, it was a little different actually being there, in the crazy-cold temperatures. Even inside, with the fire roaring and enough blankets to completely cover her twice, she was sure she would never be entirely warm. Not alone, anyway.
Though she shivered terribly when the door flew open, she couldn’t have been more glad to see Logan was back. Nothing could warm her up like he could, though she blushed at the very idea, even knowing she hadn’t said it aloud. There was a clang when he closed the door and a crash as he dumped an armful of freshly chopped logs into the corner, leaning the axe alongside it, and then shucking off his coat.
“Right on time,” she told him, moving out of her warm and comfortable spot just as the tea kettle whistled.
By the time she had whipped up two steaming mugs of cocoa, Logan had come to sit alongside her, his arm going right around her shoulders and encouraging her to lean into him, the moment she had handed him his hot drink.
“Hmm, this is better.” Marie smiled as she curled into his embrace. “Come on, if you’re gonna argue with me, best get it over with,” she told him then, glancing up at his smirking face, as she took a sip from her mug.
“What’s to argue about?” he said, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t feel the cold, remember?”
“Well, thanks to you, now I’m not feelin’ it either, at least not so much,” she noted, setting her half-drunk cocoa aside and encouraging him to do the same. “Cocoa is nice, and logs for the fire are all well and good - I won’t deny I enjoyed watching you do some of the choppin’,” she said with a salacious smile, “but I can think of some better way to warm up, if you’re willin’?”
She pulled herself up to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck then, leaning up to plant a quick kiss on his lips. He looked wary and she couldn’t exactly blame him. Even the great Wolverine took his life into his hands if he started kissing on her without checking first. Not that he was always so careful, when the passion overtook them both, but it paid to be sure with the one they used to call Rogue.
“It’s okay,” she promised him. “I took an extra dose while you were outside,” she told him, speaking of the meds she always had on standby for such occasions.
They made it work most of the time, her covering up, him being mindful of where and how he touched her, but sometimes, the longing to be close was too much, and that was when she took a shot of the stuff once rumoured to be a ‘cure’ for their kind.
“You telling me you dragged me up here to this cabin in the woods to have your wicked way with me?” he asked, smirking terribly as his fingers lingered at her cheek.
“That is exactly what I’m sayin’,” she told him, smirking right back. “I don’t want anything to spoil this moment, or this Christmas. After all, we waited long enough and fought hard enough to get to this point,” she reminded him, as if he needed her to.
“Marie,” he said softly, kissing her once, twice, letting her know, wordlessly and beautifully, that nothing in the world was going to spoil anything for them anymore.
As they grabbed onto each other, the light from the fire shone off the gold bands each of them wore, and they sunk down into the blankets to finally seal their love forever.