A Tale Of A Teddy

By: Whipblade

Ororo sat sipping warm apple cider from her white cup. She looked across the patio table at the man who gave her the warm liquid.

"This is certainty something that needs a required taste for." She stated putting the bitter sweet drink down.

"It's just like coffee." Logan grunted taking a gulp from his mug. "Ya wanted something from Canada, ya got it. Would ya rather o' me gotten ya a laced teddy?" Logan smirked.

"That was a hope of mine Logan." Ororo smirked.

"'Ro, ya just keep gettin' better n' better." Logan grinned as he placed a poorly wrapped package in front of her.

Ororo's brow raised. "Logan?" She asked cautiously.

"It don't bite darlin'. Open it up 'fore it suffocates." Logan teased.

Ororo couldn't suppress a giggle as she pulled back the wrinkled silver paper.

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"Told ya white looks good on ya." Logan smirked as he laid across the double bed.

Ororo smiled as she crawled beside Logan on to the bed. The white lace teddy flowed with her every movement, leaving nothing hidden.

"You have made your point Logan."

"Glad ya like it darlin'." Logan said.

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Scott Summers slammed down his novel he had been trying to read for the last two hours.

"Can't they keep it down!?" He snapped.

Jean and Rouge both looked at him from their vantage point on the couch.

"I don't know sugar, you keep Remy and Ahy up some nights." Rouge smiled sweetly holding back a laugh.

Jean smiled at her husband sitting in the dens lazy boy.

"Would you care to join in the choir?" She said her voice soft and seductive.

End