"..."

"Give me your king, please."

"I hate you sometimes, girl."

"..."

"Stop smirking."

"Stop glaring."

*snikt*

"That's rather impolite, Wolverine."

"Like you're just all sweetness and candy hearts yourself, ya little
b-"

"Wolvie!"

Logan growled something nasty under his breath and turned to level a
glare on Jubilee. Gesturing across the chessboard at Monet, he
snarled. "Why the fuck are you dating her, kid? She's arrogant and
annoying and..."

Jubilee rolled her eyes and sighed. "Jeez, Wolvie. Just lay off,
okay? I leave you two alone for five whole minutes to get ready and
you're both about to attack each other."

"_I_ wasn't about to attack anyone, dear."

Jubilee looked at her girlfriend and sighed again. "Uh-uh. Yeah.
Sure. Whatever, Monet."

A frown creased Monet's face. "Oh, now that didn't sound at all
patronizing…"

"Do you have to use big words all the time?"

"Do you have to speak in monosyllables?"

Logan stood up and growled something else. "I'm not going anywhere
with the two of you."

"Ach, Liebling, really. With both of them looking so lovely, how
could you think of not going?"

Three sets of eyes swiveled to look at the man in the doorway. Kurt
smiled charmingly before waltzing towards Logan. He brushed a blue
hand over the other man's snug black sweater, tickling his abdomen
slightly. "And you're all cleaned up, too. It would be such a waste
to stay in."

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Logan's mouth before
disappearing. He looked Kurt over, taking in the nice black slacks,
the white shirt-collar and sleeves turned over a dark blue vest.
Then, with a visible smirk, he wrapped his arm around his lover's
waist. "Y'know, I can think of so much to do if we stayed in..."

"Oh, gross! Will you please not go there?"

Blue and yellow eyes turned to Jubilee. The girl was sitting in
Monet's lap, staring at them disgustedly.

"You made up quick, I see," Logan spat out sarcastically. "And isn't
she supposed to be in your lap? She's wearing a dress, after all."

Jubilee stuck her tongue out before smoothing down her black pants
self-consciously.

"They both look lovely," Kurt quickly interjected, sidling away from
Logan and closer to the girls. "And whoever wants to be on top…"

"Stop smirking, Monet," Logan growled.

"I did _not_ mean it that way," Kurt said in a suffering tone before
holding a hand out to Jubilee.

She took it and slid off Monet's lap, obviously blushing. "We're
going to be late," she managed after a moment.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Kurt replied, tugging her towards the
door.

Monet followed, still smirking.

Logan watched them go with his arms folded over his chest.

"Stop sulking, Liebling. The movie starts at eight. And you're
driving."

"grrrr"

"You're still driving."

Logan kicked a chair before stalking after the trio. "I cannot
fucking believe we are having a double date on Valentine's
Day...fucking spare me..."

"It is so not my fault that I wrecked the car. I didn't see the
squirrel until it was too late. And Miss Frost won't let us take her
Porsche, so..."

The door slammed.

....
4 hours later
....

"It wasn't so bad, was it?"

A muffled laugh came from Logan who was laying face down on the bed.
"I can't believe Monet actually cried at that shit."

Kurt pulled his shirt off and hung it up in the closet. "You didn't?"

"When have I ever cried at a movie?"

"I distinctly remember you getting teary eyed at Bambi."

A pillow sailed across the room. Kurt ducked it easily.

"American Beauty ain't exactly Bambi."

"No. It was better than Bambi." Kurt replied as he walked towards
the bed. With a deft leap, he neatly straddled his lover's back.

Muscles tensed beneath him before relaxing. Blue fingers started
massaging broad shoulders. "I think Jubilee thought the cheerleader
was hot."

Logan snorted. "You're ruinin' the moment, darlin'."

There was a soft shuff of fabric and the sound of clothes falling to
the floor. Kurt lowered his head and ran his tongue up a shoulder
blade. "I won't do it again," he purred.

The body beneath him pressed up at the caress and Logan growled
throatily. Groping slightly, he twisted his arm until he came in
contact with fur. "Damn, I don't even get to undress you," he
muttered before trying to turn over.

Kurt pressed down with both hands and Logan stopped. "Nein. I get to
undress you. Stay still." He licked the nape of Logan's neck
eliciting a shudder.

"Fuck, Kurt, I'm not staying still if you keep doing that..."

Pointed teeth nipped at the sensitive skin and Kurt rolled,
anticipating Logan's cat-like response. The shorter man twisted
around to pin down the blue-furred body. Kurt laughed throatily,
drawing long fingers down Logan's spine. "You know you like it,
Liebling…ah!"

Logan kissed the pointed earlobe he'd just bit. He traced Kur'ts ear
with an expert tongue while the taller man squirmed. "Just like you
like this, babe."

Four fingers pressed determinedly at the back of his head and he
conceded, moving his lips from Kurt's ear to waiting lips. Logan's
pants were finally kicked off in the ensuing press of bodies.

They twisted on the bed until Kurt was again on top, straddling Logan
who was sitting up, pressed against the headboard. With a low growl,
Logan bit down on the pulse of flesh in Kurt's neck, hard enough to
leave a mark.

"Oh, Gott," Kurt shuddered. "You don't have to draw blood."

Another growl and a tongue flicked over the bruised skin. "Can't
taste you deep enough."

Kurt let out a shaky breath, lowering his face to Logan's. Pressing
his hands against Logan's cheeks, he kissed him hungrily. "You just
haven't tasted me enough, then."

Logan growled again and shifted. Kurt's body shifted to accommodate,
then moved as if to turn over. Logan held him where he was. "No.
Right here, Kurt. I want to see your eyes."

Kurt paused, letting out another breath. Blue eyes watched him,
smoldering.

Logan leaned forward and kissed him, pressing hands against Kurt's
hips. "Please," he murmured throatily into the curve of a blue neck.

At that, Kurt lifted his hips and shifted back, biting his lip. Body
adjusted to body and he lowered himself, eyes lidding tightly. Logan
shuddered beneath him, inside of him, but neither moved. Instead,
they stared at each other.

"If you move," Kurt finally panted, "I think I will scream."

Hips rocked upwards and Kurt bit down on his lip again, hard. The
taste of iron filled his mouth.

Then, body pressed to body and he did scream, forgetting the blood.

"Oh...mein Gott!"

Body shuddered against body.

Kurt cried out again, unintelligible, closing his eyes tightly against
the flood of light that threatened to engulf him. Blood roared in his
ears.

And, finally, fell still, his face pressed against Logan's shoulder,
his body sprawled indolently over his lover's frame. Logan's chest
rose and fell with deep, gasping breaths and Kurt opened his eyes to
stare up at the other man - head thrown back, eyes closed, dark curls
of hair framing his face.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to move for a week," Logan breathed
out after a long moment, arms tightening around Kurt.

"It's your fault for saying please," Kurt admonished just as
breathlessly. "Politeness turns me on."

Logan laughed at that. "I'm gonna be polite more often then.
Monet'll shit herself."

Kurt snickered. "Now who's ruining the moment?"

Both men laughed, bodies shaking together.

In the following stillness, Kurt pressed himself lower against Logan's
chest.

"Listenin' to my heart?"

"Ja. It sounds nice. You have a good heart."

"Glad you approve, hon."

With a sigh, Kurt lifted his head so he could look Logan in the eye.
"Ja, I do."

Logan lifted his hand, lightly caressing Kurt's cheek with his thumb.
"I love you with all of it."

Kurt blinked at his lover. They were rare words to hear, rarer still
from this man. He smiled, felt the press of tears against his eyes.

"Hey, babe, leave the crying to Monet, okay?" Logan kissed the tip of
his nose in an absurdly tender gesture.

Kurt sniffed once then smiled more and nodded.

"Happy Valentine's day, Liebling. I love you too."