Her hands slid down his lapels, straightening his jacket before she lifts to kiss him, “Try not to ruin it too much, I have plans for this suit later.”

She glances up as the door opens, intending to go straight back to her magazine but the sight of Logan in a suit keeps her eyes, mouth hanging open a little as she stares, her heart fluttering at the sight and then he smiles at her and she swears to God her heart stops entirely.

Sleep was an elusive thing without him beside her, something difficult to capture and after a while she gives up and makes her way into his room so she can crawl into his arms, smiling sleepily as he silently pulled her close.

Her displeased rumble rolls around them, something which should be terrifying but he can’t help but smile as he places the plate of muffins in front of her on the bed, kneeling down so they were eye to eye, “You… you can be my Queen.”

How they’ve kept it a secret for over four decades is beyond her, especially when he gives her a look like that and it takes every bit of control not to drag him off.

He often came away from their nights together with blood on his tongue and bruises - to him they showed a night well spent.

It’s impossible to fit everything in a bag, to put her life into the small suitcase she had found so in the end she leaves it all behind her; including him, because he can do better, should do better, deserves more than someone as broken and low as her.

Fingers brushed against the small emerald tattoo on his ring finger, running the pad of his thumb over it again and again as if he could just wish her back into his life; it had only been a few weeks but he missed her more than he could ever put into words.

Sweat rolled down her back as she watched her prey, tracking him before she finally dived forward, a scream of effort on her lips as latched onto his back, arms around his shoulders so she could bring him down to the ground as she attempted to grab the ball from him, screams turned to laughter as they tussled, “Give it and I’ll make it worth your while…”

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Carefully she moved to lie next to him, eyes watching the rise and fall of his chest, “I need you to wake up, need you… I know I’m not… not her but I need you too, please don’t leave me.”

He grinned as he pressed against her back, lips brushing over her skin as he dropped the pair of panties on the bar in front of her, “Told you I’d win.”

Before she never had someone she could go to, no one who she could rely on and she doesn’t really understand it now but she doesn’t even think about it as she tumbles into his arms, letting him carry her down to the ground as they both feel the abuse of the Ether, clinging to one another for dear life.

It was almost funny how, for them, the click of the lock signalled freedom.

For once they sat in solemn, silence as she cleaned bloody and bruised knuckles.