[ She'd gone to him when she felt she could. Dying and coming back to life wasn't exactly anything she had much experience with regardless of certain moments in time she's yet to live through or versions of herself she has no real attachment to. So the moment she had pulled herself together, the moment she had been able to make sense of everything that had happened, she had gone to him. Like always. Because she feels safe with him, knows he looks to her in a way no one else really does here and that no matter what sort of monster she may be to others, she's still the woman he loves, has always loved, and will always love.
So when she wakes to find him missing beside her in bed, she curls her fingers in the vacant spot and allows her telepathy to crawl gently across the floor and down the stairs. In the kitchen is where she feels him. Good to know since she has told him before that the good guy is the sort of guy to stick around. He's been a lot better with that here.
She tugs one of his shirts on, slow in the way she buttons it up as she's still not at one hundred percent but enough to... well. Be happy to see him. Standing, the shirt skims the tops of her thighs and she grabs one of the sheets off the bed to wrap around her shoulders, dragging it along the floor some as she makes her way out of the room and down the stairs to find him puttering around or what have you.
Fingers lazily rubbing at an eye, she blearily glances to the clock on the wall and sees that it's not even nine o' clock. With bare feet padding against the kitchen flooring, she comes up behind him and lets her arms wrap around his middle, face pressed against his back. ]
You weren't in bed.
[ The words are soft and tired, Jean still trying to wake herself up from the sounds of it. ]
[For the past fifteen minutes he'd been occupying the kitchen, brewing coffee and standing in front of the counter with a window view of the back yard - and more importantly, the distant sun rising. It's early, too early, but the kind of early morning he often finds himself existing in. Only he's not waking up alone in the back of his limo in a parking lot or taking a long hot drive back down over the border to drop off meds for Charles anymore. He just... still wakes sometimes, overly exhausted but too restless to sleep.
So there's always a cup of coffee to make. And make it he is, pouring it when he hears her feather-soft steps down the staircase. He can still smell her through the pungent haze of the coffee in front of him and it's... a reassuring scent to say the least. Just like the wrap of her arms around him, it's welcomed.]
Thought I'd watch the sun rise. Sorry.
[No apology needed, he knows, but he leaves his mug on the counter and turns around to face her - hand immediately combing through her hair and stroking down the side of her face.]
[ The way he touches her is always so different to how one might expect. Those same hands which have been used in so many fights and wars over the years are forever gentle and caring in the way they caress and touch her when they're like this and she finds herself feeling a multitude of things whenever they are just like this. ]
It's ok.
[ The smile she wears is a lazy one, tips of her fingers gently pressing into his shoulder blades. She feels safe like this. Happy. Despite everything that's happened and will continue to happen, she wants to hold onto this moment for a little longer of having him here like this. Because it's all she's ever wanted from him. The good guy sticks around, Logan...
But she's not so tired that she can't playfully give a tilt of her head and pull that cup of coffee over to her with the help of her mind, careful not to spill any in the way it floats along over to her. Taking hold of it, she smiles up to him. ]
I want to try this coffee of yours first.
[ With both hands coming to wrap around the cup, she pulls back to drop herself down onto the nearest chair, the shirt of his she has on riding up a bit past those thighs of hers as she settles herself. ]
I know you're fine with me just dropping in on you like this and staying for however long it takes but... still. [ She shrugs, shirt falling over a shoulder some as she does. ] I just feel better here.
[He surrenders his coffee to her without complaint, pouring a second one lazily before joining her in a chair adjacent to hers. Everything about her is appealing, so his eyes rake over her in less of a hungry way and more just to appreciate every inch of her he sees.]
It's fine. You're always welcome here.
[He admits, scratching at his beard.]
It's not the first time we've lived together - not that I stayed at the mansion that long.
[ Taking a slow sip of her coffee, she shakes some of her red hair over her shoulder and even goes so far as to drape a leg over his lap. ]
You always were taking off.
[ It's said gently as she sets the mug down and drops her head into the palm of her hand, elbow resting on the table. Fingers carding through the slight mess that is currently her hair, she smiles a little while looking to him before she lets hers gaze drift off across the table. ]
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So when she wakes to find him missing beside her in bed, she curls her fingers in the vacant spot and allows her telepathy to crawl gently across the floor and down the stairs. In the kitchen is where she feels him. Good to know since she has told him before that the good guy is the sort of guy to stick around. He's been a lot better with that here.
She tugs one of his shirts on, slow in the way she buttons it up as she's still not at one hundred percent but enough to... well. Be happy to see him. Standing, the shirt skims the tops of her thighs and she grabs one of the sheets off the bed to wrap around her shoulders, dragging it along the floor some as she makes her way out of the room and down the stairs to find him puttering around or what have you.
Fingers lazily rubbing at an eye, she blearily glances to the clock on the wall and sees that it's not even nine o' clock. With bare feet padding against the kitchen flooring, she comes up behind him and lets her arms wrap around his middle, face pressed against his back. ]
You weren't in bed.
[ The words are soft and tired, Jean still trying to wake herself up from the sounds of it. ]
I was lonely.
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So there's always a cup of coffee to make. And make it he is, pouring it when he hears her feather-soft steps down the staircase. He can still smell her through the pungent haze of the coffee in front of him and it's... a reassuring scent to say the least. Just like the wrap of her arms around him, it's welcomed.]
Thought I'd watch the sun rise. Sorry.
[No apology needed, he knows, but he leaves his mug on the counter and turns around to face her - hand immediately combing through her hair and stroking down the side of her face.]
We can go back up if you want.
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It's ok.
[ The smile she wears is a lazy one, tips of her fingers gently pressing into his shoulder blades. She feels safe like this. Happy. Despite everything that's happened and will continue to happen, she wants to hold onto this moment for a little longer of having him here like this. Because it's all she's ever wanted from him. The good guy sticks around, Logan...
But she's not so tired that she can't playfully give a tilt of her head and pull that cup of coffee over to her with the help of her mind, careful not to spill any in the way it floats along over to her. Taking hold of it, she smiles up to him. ]
I want to try this coffee of yours first.
[ With both hands coming to wrap around the cup, she pulls back to drop herself down onto the nearest chair, the shirt of his she has on riding up a bit past those thighs of hers as she settles herself. ]
I know you're fine with me just dropping in on you like this and staying for however long it takes but... still. [ She shrugs, shirt falling over a shoulder some as she does. ] I just feel better here.
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It's fine. You're always welcome here.
[He admits, scratching at his beard.]
It's not the first time we've lived together - not that I stayed at the mansion that long.
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You always were taking off.
[ It's said gently as she sets the mug down and drops her head into the palm of her hand, elbow resting on the table. Fingers carding through the slight mess that is currently her hair, she smiles a little while looking to him before she lets hers gaze drift off across the table. ]
I only ever wanted you to stay.