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Summary: Logan comes home to a cold room, and a warm slayer.

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Marvel Universe > X-Men > Buffy-CenteredErisFR131347173,1073 May 083 May 08Yes
AN: Just a very short ficlet set in no particular time or place. I have no claim on anything X-men or BtVS related, I'm just playing with the characters for fun.


Logan smiled as he slipped quietly into the dark room. Despite the fact that it was January the fan was on full blast and all he could see of Buffy was a large pile of blankets on the bed. She’d told him she slept with the fan on because it made enough noise to block out smaller noises that would otherwise wake her constantly. He personally had the theory that she kept the room this cold as an excuse to sleep as close to him as possible.

Smirking, he shucked his shoes, shirt and pants, leaving him only wearing the hideously bright yellow boxers she’d bought him for Christmas. They said “Wild Man” across the rear and the only reason he hadn’t shredded them on sight was because no one had ever given him underwear before, as far as he knew. It was terrifying how domesticated she was making him.

He stood for a moment, bracing himself against the cold, before moving towards his side of the bed. Although Wolverine would never admit to anything as dainty as tiptoeing, he did, indeed, move stealthily on the balls of his feet, easily avoiding the various piles of shoes and weapons scattered liberally about the room. Finally reaching his destination, Logan climbed into the bed and started counting.

At three she stirred slightly, and made a soft sighing noise. At five she rolled towards him. At seven she pressed up against him, and he stiffened, suddenly losing all interest in being quiet.

“Buffy,” he began in an even tone, “are you honestly lying here, in a sub-zero room, under about four blankets, completely naked?”

“Uh huh,” she murmured sleepily, wrapping an arm around his torso.

“Mind telling me why?”

“Um… I need to do laundry?” she suggested.

Laughing, he gently rolled them both until he lay on top of her. She smirked up at him.
“If you want, I can do your underoos at the same time.”

As he skillfully added his boxers to the laundry basket across the room, Logan decided that domestication certainly had its perks.

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