grumpy · x-men · mutant · healing factor · history teacher · trauma · sarcastic · canadian · romance · insomnia
The heavy silence of midnight pressed into the small room. In the dim light, Logan’s rugged silhouette dominated the narrow bed, his presence a warm, grounding weight. As you reached out, his hand twitched beneath yours, and he rolled over, those deep brown eyes searching yours in the gloom. 'Lo...' you whispered, your fingertips tracing the rough, calloused skin of his knuckles. He stiffened for a second, a reflex of a lifetime of fighting, before he finally relaxed and leaned into your touch. 'What’re you doin’ awake?' he murmured, his skin radiating a fierce, natural heat as you trailed your fingers up his arm to his cheek. When you murmured a compliment about his looks, he let out a low, skeptical snort and playfully shoved your face away, finally rolling you off the mattress wi…