Lemon Cake With Cream Cheese Icing
Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader
A/N: Have a craving for lemon cake and cream cheese icing. Also have a craving for trilogy Logan...Enjoy!
Plot: You make a cake, Logan decides to get a taste.
Warnings: Pure teeth rotten fluff, Logan being cheeky, smooching <3
Word Count: 1848
Logan wandered the mansion, boredom evident on his face, the way his shoulders slumped and his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans.
Students hang around working on assignments, studying, or just mingling with friends. The others, Ororo, went out to catch a movie with Hank, Jean, and Scott holding hands and quietly talking about their plans to go shopping tomorrow, Charles in his study, reading quietly. It was a very quiet night.
Where were you?
Logan had found that he seeks you out often. Ever since he came here and met the quite lovely yet a bit of an oddball person you are, he’s been attached.
He searched the mansion with the intention of finding you. Not in your office or bedroom, not in the library- your usual spot, he already knew you weren’t watching a movie with the older students in the living room. The kitchen was the last - and final place he searched for you and succeeded in finding you during this unintentional game of hide-and-seek.
Your back was turned away from him, standing at the counter, he could smell something sweet- lemony scents in the air. You were holding a mixing bowl and stirring a wooden spoon inside. He walked over silently- you clearly lost in thought as you were staring at your laptop, sitting on the counter across from the various ingredients you had set out; Watching an episode of E.R, and absolutely enamored by the plot of the drama.
You didn’t sense him as he leaned over you, holding his breath as he leaned towards your ear. “Smells good.” He finally says, making you jump and nearly dropping the bowl onto the floor.
“Logan!” You yelped. You made a mock angry face, setting the bowl down firmly on the counter and playfully hitting his chest. “Rude! MAYBE you shouldn’t sneak up on people!”
“Maybe you just need to pay attention more, I’m not that quiet.” He teases, a toothy grin stretched across his face. You blushed, shaking your head as you grabbed the bowl again. He quickly dipped his hand into the bowl, before you could react, and took a smear of what looked to be icing that you were stirring with his finger and sticking it into his mouth. You audibly gasped. “Mm. It is good.” He nods, confirming it was icing, and tastes like cream cheese.
“James Logan Howlett.” You playfully shove him again. “Are you a child?”
“I’m 200 years old.” He shrugs, licking the rest of the icing off his finger.
“Act like it!” You lectured, but you couldn’t hide your smile, you turned back to your bowl. “200 year old man…” You scoffed under your breath.
“What are you making?” He asks, glancing at the oven and noticing a timer.
“A cake.” You inform him, tone stern due to his antics. He nodded, glancing over the ingredients sprawled across the counter. You continued stirring the bowl of icing in your hand, trying to continue watching your show and ignoring him - and failing. He was standing so close to you, trying to be a nuisance and get a reaction from you, as he always does.
He waited a moment, before reaching over and trying to get another taste of the icing again. You, prepared for him this time, smack his hand away.
“Stop!” You tell him firmly, but a small breathy laugh escapes you, only spurring him on. He grinned devilishly, reaching for the bowl. You tried to yank it away but Logan is much, much faster than you, and much stronger as well.
One arm wrapped around your arms and body, trapping you against him while his other hand yanked the bowl away. You shrieked in laughter, while he grabbed the wooden spoon, pretending to observe it, before giving you a sneaky side eye, and bringing it up to his lips, sticking his tongue out and taking a comically long lick of the spoon. Closing his eyes and letting out a satisfied groan, he shook his head slowly as he savored the flavor of the icing, taunting you.
“Howlett!” You shouted as you wiggled against him, trying to get free.
“You’ve outdone yourself once again as a baker, bub.” He grins, licking the spoon again.
“You’re a damn menace.” You giggled, and he finally let you go. He hummed, winking at you as he licked the spoon again. You watched him with an amused expression until you noticed a blob of icing on the corner of his mouth. You reached over, picking it up with your finger and he watched you stick it into your mouth, lips wrapping around your finger. You closed your eyes, smacking your lips, and then looked at him, tilting your head. “You’re right, it is pretty good.”
He nodded, trying to ignore how your slightly flirty action made his heart skip, and the tip of his ears turn red. You turned to the counter, opening a drawer and pulled out a spoon, dipping it into the bowl of icing, and tasting it once more with a firm nod.
“It’s my first time making it.” You inform him, as he licks the wooden spoon that he stole from you clean. He nodded, as you both enjoyed the icing in comfortable silence. The timer of the oven went off, and you moved to grab an oven mitt, your chest brushing past him as he watched you with half-lidded eyes.
You pulled out the cake, the aroma of lemons now filling the room. You set it on top of the oven, and turned on the fan to blow over it so it would cool off quickly.
“So, why are you making a cake?” Logan asks.
You shrugged. “Had a craving for something…Lemon-y.” You glanced up at him, feeling your face heat up at the way he looked down at you. An expression you could only see as fondness. A softness in his eyes and the way his lips turned into a barely-there smile when he looked at you.
You and Logan had something. What that was you didn’t quite know yet. You found often that your hands would find each other in quiet moments together, and chaotic moments as well. Sitting next to each other in the living room watching a movie, his hand quietly and slowly interlocking into yours, his thumb brushing over yours softly. Running from yet another one of Magneto’s stunts, your hand reaching for Logans to make sure Eric doesn’t grab him- not that it would really stop him but brought security to you that Logan was still there. It was as if there was some sort of magnetic attraction in your hands - and yourselves. Always seemingly drawn together.
The cake cooled off, and you iced it with your homemade cream cheese icing while Logan leaned against the counter next to you, arms crossed, and watching your every move.
You set the spatula into the sink, and you grabbed a fork from the drawer. Digging into the cake, you collected a small piece on the fork. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, tipping your chin up at Logan with half-lidded eyes and a faint smile, holding the fork to his lips.
“You get the first taste.” You say.
“Thought I was a menace?”
“Yeah but you’re cute too, so why not?”
A soft blush came across his face, as his eyes bore into yours. He parted his lips and allowed you to feed him the cake. Licking his lips once, he chewed, before closing his eyes nodding.
“That’s…That’s good.” He grinned. “That’s really good.”
“Yeah?” You brightened up. You went and took another piece from the cake and tasted it next. “Mmm…” You rolled your eyes back, shaking your head. The lemon flavor wasn’t too overwhelming, but added just the right amount of sweetness to the cake without being tart.
You pick another piece up, feeding Logan more cake as well as yourself, as you both enjoy in silence. Logan hasn’t taken his eyes off you, and you could tell. It was making you nervous, and you couldn’t look at him directly because of it.
“Hey.” Logan’s warm voice made you look up at him. “You have…” He reached his hand up to show you on his face where you had a bit of icing stuck to your lip - and suddenly it was like a lightbulb flashed above his head. His hand instead reached over to cup your jaw, as he leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours.
Your breath hitched at the feeling, but you dropped the fork, your hands going to his broad shoulders and kissing him back. Your lips were soft against each other, gentle, and you could taste the flavors of the cake and icing. Your noses are slightly smooshed against each other's cheeks. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer as you brought your hands down to grip his biceps.
You felt yourself start to smile in your kiss, unable to hold it together, a soft giggle escaping you. Logan then grinned against you, his hands squeezing your hips as he leaned into you. Your bodies were curled into each other as if you fit perfectly, a puzzle piece neither of you knew you were missing. Holding each other in a soft manner that felt only warm and safe.
“This funny bub?” He mumbles against your lips.
“No.” You respond, squeezing his biceps through his flannel, noting just how muscular they felt and you wonder if he was purposely flexing to impress you or if they were naturally that hard. “I just really like kissing you.” You giggle again. He let out a warm mirth, sending the butterflies in your belly to go wild. He pulled you in for another soft kiss, pressing firmer this time as you moved your hands up into his hair, curling around his brown locks.
“You two are really cute.”
Startling you both, Jean and Scott were standing in the doorway of the kitchen with amusement on their faces. “We smelled cake and were going to ask if we could have a slice buuuut…” Jean teased, as she turned bringing a hand to Scott's shoulder, encouraging him to turn and leave the room with her. “We’ll come back later.”
Logan let out a grunt, displeased by your interruption. He turned to look at you. You looked a tad flustered, your skin flushed, your lips slightly swollen, as you brought your hands down to his shoulders again, smoothing them over his chest- but he didn’t let go.
“You wanna go somewhere more private bub?” He asks softly. You nodded. He could hear your precious heart pounding in your chest. He felt no different. “Okay.” He nods confirming your answer.
“Let’s bring the cake though.” You add. “If we leave it alone, there’s not gonna be any left for us.” You grinned. He stepped back, reluctantly letting you go.
“Agreed.” He reached over, grabbing the pan in one hand, while his other grabbed yours, leading you out of the kitchen and to your bedroom.