"You know you can always move her, mon ami." Gambit muses from the door to the living room.

The fire place was stoked high while the TV played just above it. Winter had hit and as of right now, the living room was the warmest area in the X mansion.

Logan was lounging on the couch with a beer resting on the coffee table in front of him. A loner through and through, living up to his name sake. Only problem was that he wasn't alone.

You were curled up on top of him. Stealing warmth from him and happily sleeping away as if he was your personal pillow.

Granted, it wasn't that he couldn't push you off. He was solid muscle and lifted well over 1000 lbs during routine workouts. Your weight wasnt even a fraction of his PR. No, he could definitely move you.

He just didn't want too.

You and him had been best friends for the better part of a year. And while very close, Logan felt differently about it. Always attentive. Always protective. Always near you. Against better judgment, he adored you like nothing else in the world. Loved you. Everyone else in the mansion could see it. It wouldn't be long before the two of you were officially a thing. Until then, they were more than happy to tease the gruff mutant.

"You leave him alone. He's exactly where he wants to be." Rogues voice scolds Gambit, dragging him along outside of the room to give Logan and you some peaceful privacy.