You wondered if it was a matter of nostalgia for Logan, or if he really was just some old geezer. Probably the latter, considering he had brought you to a drive-in theater.

You weren't really sure what was playing, considering Logan and you were getting pretty cozy on the bench seat in his old beat up truck. You, sat back to his chest on his lap. His strong hand lightly squeezing your thigh as he paid attention to the screen in front of you both.

It wasn't often you both got to get away like this, on a date. Considering you both had jobs that consisted of being mutant superheroes, it kind of put a damper on your downtime.

His large hands moved to slide up and down your sides. The dangerous weapons they were known for being, now being so tender.

"You likin' the picture, baby?" He murmured against your neck, rubbing his scent along you. His mutton chops scraping the tender flesh.

You nodded, even if you weren't really paying attention. Mentally laughing that he said "picture", another trait of him being 200 years old.

"Good, cause this was one of my favorites back before your time." He nipped at your ear, before leaning back again.

This was going to be a long movie night.