|ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in no_good_deed,|
@ 2011-04-18 16:46:00
|Entry tags:||rogue, wolverine|
Who: Logan (open)
What: Heading to Marie's
When: about 3am
Where: Marie's apartment
With Marie working and him not being allowed to go back to the bar for a few days after kicking the shit out of a guy that wouldn't leave her alone Logan found himself wondering what to do. So he'd hit the town, went to a few other bars, stopped at the fights and made some cash. There happened to be a hot little brunette there that was all over him and after more than a few drinks he let her talk him into heading back to her place. He never took anyone back to Marie's that was just tacky and disrespectful.
After spending a few hours with the extremely limber woman he cleaned up, making sure any scent of her was gone, dressed and headed back to Marie's. The streets were relatively empty for the hour it was. Took him no time at all to end up at her place. Once he was parked he got out, cracking his neck in the process and headed up the stairs.
Everyone that lived in the building that had seen him gave him wary looks. Undoubtedly they couldn't figure out what an old, rough looking bastard like he was doing living with a sweet, young thing like Marie. As he trudged up the stairs he chuckled and shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts of what he'd like to be doing with her. That was just a route he couldn't let himself go.
Reaching the door he opened it and went inside as quietly as possible. There was a spare room, but he'd taken to sleeping on the couch. He shucked off his jacket and draped it on the chair before taking his shirt off. Sitting down he tugged his boots off and laid back on the sofa, his head resting on one of the throw pillows. Looking up at the ceiling he sighed, not really tired or sleepy, but thoughts going through his mind, ones he shouldn't be having.
In frustration he rubbed a hand over his fast briskly and growled lowly. Couldn't even blame it on the Wolverine this time, that side of him was dormant for now, as it had been since his little hunting expedition. No, this was all strictly Logan. Pinching his brow he spoke under his breath. "I'm a dirty, old sonuvabitch."
Moving his hands over his face again he threaded his fingers into his hair, arms folded behind his head and he licked his lips. He had hoped the little excursion with the broad would of helped abate these feelings and urges he'd been having. No such luck, it'd actually made them worse. Even now, he could hear her in her bedroom, breathing lightly, the soft rustle of sheets as she moved occasionally. From time to time she made soft little noises in her sleep that could range anywhere from cute to sexy.
When he couldn't take anymore of laying there listening he got up and crossed the living room. Opening the window he climbed out onto the fire escape and lit up a cigar. As he looked up at the night sky, hearing the minimal sounds around him he puffed on it and tried to relax.