Brief Interlude

by Kerri

They weren't going to speak of it anymore tonight. He wasn't going to give into her so easily on this one and she was quite frankly tired of arguing with him. He wasn't going to change his mind, end of story. Charlotte didn't even remember what started the discussion, but it was a sensitive subject right now, and they'd learn to keep such things out of the bedroom.

Not that they weren't capable of having an invigorating fight in the bedroom, or anywhere else, but they did tend to get distracted here which kind of took the kick out of a really good conflict. They tried to save those for the Danger Room, an activity they'd been unable to indulge for the last 3 months.

They'd just finished being distracted, and very pleasurably so, he was still holding her in his arms, nuzzling her bare skin every so often. She found it funny Hank had made it a point to warn Logan against sex in the last stages of her pregnancy. Dr. McCoy actually blushed a deep violet when he blundered his way through *that* conversation.

Charlotte hadn't realized Logan had such a reputation as an insatiable animal, or that she'd unknowingly contributed to it. Now that she thought about it, the stories started back when Bobby hung bells from her bed. Couldn't have anything to do with why the Danger Room was locked and the privacy mode engaged for hours during the off-times. Nah.

Logan on his part found it funny to let the others assume his surly moods stemmed from following doctor's orders and hating the deprivation. None of them realized that as a man who lived through his senses Logan would be a master of all things sensual and would find ways around Hank's orders to satisfy his wife and himself.

Not even Remy, and the Cajun should have known, a budding sensualist himself. Only age and experience would elevate him to Logan's expertise. Remy wouldn't live long enough to reach the hedonistic levels Logan shared with her.

No, his apparent ill temper stemmed from the uncertain future. He simply worried. Angst-ing, as all X-men were wont to do. Charlotte sometimes thought it was in the school charter. 'All X-men must spend a minimum of 2 hours per day worrying and fretting over things they have no hope of changing....'

He lost his moodiness in the privacy of their room when they were together, curled up on the bed like they were now, his hands idly roaming her skin, his lips brushing the sensitive areas of her neck. Even in the throes of exhaustion he could elicit a response from her.

"Y'wake, darlin'?" he asked in a lazily satisfied voice.

"Uh huh, me and the kiddies."

He pressed both hands against her stomach, his hyper-sensitive touch feeling the tiny movements inside her. When the next kick came, he felt it in the palm of his hand. He grinned and returned to their earlier 'discussion.' "Football player."

"You think so?" She was too tired to open her eyes to see the wonderment of his expression at this physical proof of their love. It was enough to know it was there on his face and in his heart.

"Hockey, maybe."

"Dreaming of pro sport contracts? Box seats at all the games? The Wheaties box picture?"

"Maybe." He ran a finger down her spine, causing her to shift against him, her stomach between them where he could feel all the little twitches and kicks inside her. It wouldn't be too much longer. Maybe a week, ten days on the outside.

"And if it's your daughter doing all that kicking?"

"It's the boy, darlin'."

She chuckled sleepily, resting her head against his shoulder. "Ballet dancer."

His half-hearted growl followed her into her dreams.

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