Prompt(s): "Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?", "Dance with me."
Pairing: Logan x Reader
Words: 651
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You'd lost count of the amount of times your pager had gone off in the last hour. Working at Jam Pony didn't leave much time to phone Logan back quickly. You could just hang around talking like the rest of them, but you'd do anything to not have Normal use those three words you hated; bip bip bip. But you've been working all day, and whether Norm liked it or not, you were off on a lunch break.
You enter Logan's apartment, finding him in his office. You stand behind him with a little distance between you, watching him work for a second. Before Logan pipes up, “I've paged you like a dozen times. Where have you been?”
“At work. I do have a life you know.” you replied, as Logan spins around in his office chair. “What did you want anyway?” He gets up off his seat, the exo-skeleton attached to his legs whirs with almost every movement.
“Nothing. I just wanted to see you.” he responded, smirking ever so slightly. He stands opposite you, hands in his jeans pockets. The corners of you mouth turned upwards as you give Logan a soft smile. Logan towers above you, but that doesn't stop your eyes fixating on him. After a brief pause, he leans forward, “Dance with me.” he whispered, close enough so you can feel his breath on your cheek.
A smile slowly covers your face, “Dance? You do realise you usually need music for that?” you chuckled.
Logan quickly looks around the room, realising there's no music. He holds his finger up, “Wait there.” he advises, before rushing off. After a few moments, some soft Jazz plays and Logan rejoins you in his study. He takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, moving slowly together with the music. You could still hear his exo-skeleton whirring when he legs moved. After a few minutes of dancing, his exo-skeleton powers down, and the weight of him is completely in your hands.
“Woah.” you exclaimed.
“Well, isn't that just great.” Logan sarcastically commented, feeling slightly disappointed that his legs failed him again and he didn't get to dance with you.
“Are you okay?” you queried, setting him down gently on the floor so you didn’t have to hold the weight of him your arms.
“I'm fine but I'm gonna need my wheelchair back.”
You retrieve Logan's wheelchair, wheeling it back into his office. Crouching down, you help him back in, feeling slightly worried about him. He chuckles softly, a small smile plastered on his face, followed by you giggling to yourself, finding it all a little amusing. You nervously look down, worrying that too much eye contact with Logan would be awkward, but Logan lifts your chin back up with his hand, keeping his eyes firmly on yours.
"Do you know how hard I’m trying not to kiss you right now?"
“Then what's stopping you?” you asked, a gentle grin slowly appearing on your face.
You stare into each others eyes for a moment, before you lean in towards Logan, slowly and passionately kissing him. He moves his hand slowly to your cheek, before making it's way to your head, tangled between strands of hair. You slowly break off the kiss, giving him another soft smile, which he reciprocates. Tugging his arm, you check his watch, “Shoot, I gotta go but I'll be back tonight. If you want? And maybe we could finish that dance.” you tell him, rising to stand on your feet and rushing to grab you rucksack.
“Yeah, sure. See you later.” he replied quietly. You give him a final peck on the cheek before leaving him on his own. The hour lunch break you took from work was totally worth it, and all that was getting you through the rest of the day was getting back to Logan.
