FIC: Choices, 6/?, R/NC17, W/R R/G W/f
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The honeymoon actually wasnt too bad. Niagara Falls, conventional enough
but really just an excuse to get away from the X-Mansion for a couple of
weeks of intensive sex. Not a lot of talking required, though Cissy did
quite a bit of that anyway. Logan just lay and let it all wash in one ear
and out the other, trying not to think about how much more attractive he
would have found Cissys throaty velvet murmur had it come with a
The honeymoon ended in more ways than one when they got back home. Going
away on vacation together was one thing moving in together was quite
another. Merging disparate decorating styles was bad enough. Trying to
work out an equitable division of closet and bathroom space was worse,
though Logan mostly just let Ciss have the lioness share. (After all,
she had more clothes and bathroom junk both.) A more basic
incompatibility occurred between Logans military neatness and Cissys
tendency to mark her own territory with randomly scattered personal
Then of course there was the talking issue. It wasnt just that in
sharing living space Logan now had to hear so much more of Ciss it was
that *now* she was finally deciding it was time to get his input on
certain matters. Which meant that instead of being able to let the
chatter wash over him like before, he was now periodically jolted into
awareness by a, "What do you think?" or worse yet, "Are you listening to
me, Logan?" or even, "Answer me!"
The wedding crap now being over and done with, a lot of her questions had
to do with baby stuff again, something he was more than willing to
leave up to the lady in question though he was gradually beginning to
be sneakingly interested in the matter. But sometimes she wanted to hear
about his *feelings*, or generalized relationship shit, and he just
wasnt really on board for that kind of talk.
Besides, why the hell did she have to get so damn *talkative* at the end
of a long day? He just wanted to plop down in front of the TV with a
sixpack and unwind, and here she was asking him some damn thing about
wallpaper for the babys room or what have you.
And then there was the sex. The one part of their relationship that hed
had no complaints with, aside from the private wish that she were
smaller, dark-eyed and white-streaked brunette. But with the new hormonal
cocktail swirling around in her bloodstream, coupled with a certain
baseline tiredness caused by the new demands on her system, she really
wasnt in the mood as much often anymore. And having been removed from
missions and discontinued her physical combat practice until after the
birth, she was no longer getting a periodic adrenaline jumpstart to the
Which kind of offended Logan. Wasnt that supposed to be the one major
compensation of marriage that at least he could count on getting sex
regularly? Okay, he could see that maybe she wouldnt be interested
*every* night, especially what with the baby and all but after a full
week of, "Not tonight, Logan," "Not *now*, Logan!" and, "Cant you just
give it a *rest*?" he metaphorically threw up his hands in exasperation
and took a little trip into the city to find someone who *was* in an
If and when challenged, he had a lot of justifications ready. That
nowhere in that "To have and to hold, cleaving only to each other," crap
had there been anything *specifically* forbidding one-night stands. That
it would be pretty fucking unfair of Cissy to say that no one else could
have him for a few hours when *she* hadnt wanted him for an entire week.
That it wasnt like he was planning to run off for good and leave her and
their kid starving in the streets or whatever he just needed to go out
and have a little fun sometimes.
All of which was rationalizing bullshit, and he damn well knew it. The
truth was that he was acting like some cranky teenager, just barely going
through the motions of something unpleasant he felt hed been forced
into. You were supposed to marry a girl after you got her pregnant, and
he had. You were supposed to take care of your wife and kid(s), and he
would. But hed be damned if he was going to bend over *that* far
backwards to meet Cicelys demands.
Yes, he knew that fidelity was generally considered to be part of the
deal in marriage. But he was cranky and unhappy and he knew how to play
the part of the unregenerate Neandertal if he chose.
So he was expecting to walk into a storm of disapproval when he got back
home. He was surly and unrepentant, and more inclined to defend himself
than to beg forgiveness.
He wasnt expecting quite the fight he walked into.
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She Whose Quotations Are Both Exotic and Appropriate
Keeper of his Deadly Startle Reflexes, Guardian and Examiner of the
Adamantium-Revealing X-Rays, and Official Listener for the Occasional
"When did things start going so bad? I've been talking to dead rabbits
and feeding bloody walls. I've done horrifying things with salad tongs.
It's really eaten into my social life."
-- Johnny C, JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC #6, by Jhonen Vasquez
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