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You toss and turn, your sheets tightening their grip around you as you groan. Beads of sweat are rolling down the side of your head and your shirt is damp. You awake abrubtly, jolting up in bed. You search your surroundings frantically, unsure of where you are. As your eyes adjust, you realize you're in your room at Professor Xavier's school. You start to breath again, your chest heaving in relief. You had another nightmare. You were mutant found several years ago by Professor Xavier. You had been experimented on by government scientists and are still suffering from PTSD. Often your nights are filled with dreams to keep you up for hours. You eventually learned that when they came, the best you could do was find an activity to occupy yourself with until you became so exhausted, even the nightmares couldn't intrude your sleep. With this in mind, you thrust your sheets aside and change into a dry t-shirt. You slip from your room into the hallway, glancing around for other late night owls. Seeing no one, you close your bedroom door quietly and pad softly down the stairs. You reach the kitchen and head straight for the hot water dispenser. Nothing calmed you better than a warm cup of tea. Well, other than Logan Howlett. Logan was another mutant brought to the school by Xavier. He had also been experimented on and so you both found a kinship with each other. Many nights he would also be down in the kitchen, shuffling through the shelves, muttering how it wouldn't hurt to stock on chamomile tea. You would calmly reach into the tea jar and pull out a bag for him. He would grumble,"Who the hell has a tea jar?" but take it and mumble a thank you. Though rare, these nights always made you feel the best. You found a peace with Logan that you never received with anyone else. Not to mention he is the most gorgeous man alive. In your opinion, anyway. Tonight, however, the kitchen is empty. You sigh and slip your favorite tea from the jar, briefly fingering a chamomile bag. You shake your head. Logan didn't share feelings easily. He would never be willing to let you into his heart. He didn't know that he was already in yours. You took out the teabag and set it on the counter where he could easily see it.
You make your tea and shuffle to the table. You set the hot cup down and drop your head into your hands. Sometimes, when the nightmares were especially bad, you just wanted to cry. Tonight is one of those nights. You feel a tear roll down your cheek. You leave it there, too tired to wipe it away.
"(y/n)?" You hear your name and jerk your head up. Logan is standing in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and a tight grey t-shirt. You can't help but notice it accentuates his muscles very well. "Are you okay?"
His brows are furrowed. You realize your face is still wet and you hurriedly brush your hand across your cheek.
"Hi, Logan. Can't sleep?" You smile, ignoring his question. He frowns a little deeper, but doesn't say anything.
"No." He walks into the kitchen and towards the counter behind you, grabbing a mug. You hear him grunt and you smile. He must have seen the tea bag on the counter. Silence permeates the small kitchen as Logan makes his tea and you sip yours.
Eventually, Logan pulls out a chair next to you and sets his mug on the table with an audible thump.
You keep your eyes on your tea but feel Logan looking at you. You pretend not to notice and swirl your mug. He grunts again and turns his attention to his own tea. "Was it nightmares again?" He says it so quietly, it takes a minute for you to respond.
You finally look up at him. This time, he's staring at his tea. "Yes," You whisper. He glances up and, finally, your eyes meet. The gaze is intense as you study each others faces. Logan pushes his tea away and reaches up to cup your face in his hand. His lips curve into a small smile and his gaze softens.
What happens next is so unexpected, you are sure you never had the chance to blink. Logan leans forward and presses his lips to yours. You sit, not making a move for several seconds. Then your brain catches up with Logan's actions and you don't think. You just do. You move your lips against Logan's eagerly. Without breaking the kiss, he rises from his seat, and gripping your hips in his hands, he picks you up and sets you onto the table. You slide your fingers through his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulls away from your lips, kissing down your jaw and to your shoulder. You gasp for air as you clutch him closer. Somehow, the tight grey t-shirt ends up on the floor and you are running your hands up and down Logan's ripped arms. He sets his hands onto the table near your thighs. He moves his lips back to yours and his tongue slips into your mouth. Your heart starts beating out of control and you can hardly feel enough of Logan at once.
Then suddenly, you feel something wet against the back of your pants, and you shriek into Logan's mouth. He pulls away quickly.
"What? What did I do?" He searches your eyes frantically.
You start to laugh. Logan's eyes narrow. You laugh even harder, pressing your head against Logan's shoulder. You feel his arms hover over your shoulders as he struggles to understand. "Okay. Uh. I don't usually get that reaction," You hear him say.
You lift your head from his shoulder and grin at his horrified expression. "I'm sorry, Logan. You were perfect. ARE perfect. It was perfect. Until you spilt the tea." You start laughing again as he slowly starts to comprehend what you are saying.
"I-" He pauses. "Oh." He looks down at the table and sees your upturned mug and the tea dripping to the floor. He looks at your wet pants. Then he looks back up at you. Slowly, he starts to smile. Then his smile turns into a grin and he starts laughing right along with you.
You both laugh for several minutes, the tension in the room slowly disappearing. Finally, your laughing dies down and you start to notice how close you are to Logan. Your hands are pressed against his bare chest and his are resting on your hips, his thumb absently stroking the exposed skin above your waistline. His face is mere inches from your own. The mood turns serious again as your eyes connect once more. You can still see a hint of a smile in Logan's brown eyes.
"Logan, I-"
"(y/n), I-" You both start at the same time. You both laugh again.
Logan brushes your hair behind your ear. "I love you," He breathes, a smile still gracing his lips.
Your heart soars. "I love you, too."
Logan grins and tugs you closer, kissing you on the lips again, more sweetly but with no less passion than the first time.
"Let's get you changed," He chuckles, pulling away.
"Well, if, you know, you want to go back to bed, I really won't need to change." You smile slyly and tug him back, chancing a look at his expression. His eyes could melt gold with the way his gaze is burning into yours.
His lips crash onto yours again and you both fumble toward your bedroom, trying to be quiet and never breaking contact at the same time. You definitely didn't have anymore nightmares that night.

Part 2: Early Morning Daydream
You groan, slowly coming to the world. You can't remember a time when you had slept so well or felt so comfortable. Your back is really warm, so you snuggle deeper into the source. Then you start to notice why your back is really warm. Something heavy is draped across your side. You open your eyes. The heavy thing draped across you is actually an arm and the hand grips yours tightly. You panic for a minute. What happened? Who is in bed with you? Then last night gradually comes into focus. You remember your nightmare, going to the kitchen for tea, spilling the tea....and lots of kissing. Kissing LOGAN. Is that a dream too? You hear a grunt and Logan presses his chin deeper into your hair. Nope, it's real. You sigh. It certainly seems like a dream though. You gently roll over so you can see for yourself. Logan shifts his arm, allowing you to turn and face him, but he doesn't open his eyes. You lay and study him for a few moments. His dark hair falls across his forehead and he is smiling slightly. He looks more at peace than you have ever seen him. Your heart pounds when you think it could be because of you. You have always wanted to relieve his pain and you feel privileged. Your eyes wander to his bare muscled chest and your face heats up when you think about last night.
Logan grins. "I can feel you staring at me."
You blush harder. "Oh. Sorry." You turn to shift your eyes to the ceiling. Logan props up on his arm and hovers over you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek as he looks at you.
"I didn't say I didn't like it." You look back at him. He isn't joking. His brown eyes are serious and his smile is gentle.
Your face still feels hot from his gaze. "Now you're staring," You whisper.
"I know. 'Cause you're beautful," Logan leans forward and your eyelids flutter shut. His lips meet yours once again. You still feel the same rush that you felt last night and you can't believe this is happening to you. You have loved Logan for so long, it almost didn't seem possible.
He pulls away after a few more kisses and grins at you again. "I love you," He says gruffly.
Your heart stops thudding for several seconds. You never thought he would ever say those words to you. Sure, you had daydreamed about it. But this isn't a daydream, is it? "Usually you say something back," Logan teases.
"Sorry," You say. "It's just....this doesn't feel real."
Logan rubs his thumb lightly over your lips, his touch making your thoughts scatter. "Why doesn't it?"
"I....I've loved you for such a long time, Logan. I didn't think you would ever feel the same way." You stare into his eyes, uncertain.
His eyes crease at the corners as he smiles. "I've always loved you. I didn't think I was right for you."
"And now you do?"
His smiles fades and he sits up, breaking eye contact with you. "No."
You sit up too, reaching out to rub your hand against Logan's ripped back. "Me either," You say softly. Logan looks at you sharply.
You reach your hand up to cup his cheek. "You're not right for me. You're perfect for me and I love you."
Logan's lips twitch, trying not to smile, but failing. He lifts his hand to encase yours. "I didn't think me and perfect would ever be in the same sentence together. But you make it sound natural."
"That's because I'm perfect for you." You grin. Logan laughs, turns toward you, pushes you back against the bed and kisses you slowly.
He pulls away just enough to say against your lips, "Yes, you are." Then he goes back to kissing you.