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Nineball and Brew

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Chapter
3
Jean licked
her finger and thumbed through tens and twenties as Logan scratched his head.
"Forty, fifty... sixty..." she muttered, caressing the bills in her
fingertips as he looked on in astonishment.
"Damn,
she cleaned us out... where have you been hiding her, and why don't you have
her play next week..." Frankie shook his head.
"That's
what I'd like to know," Skip agreed. "She can partner with us anytime..."
"I think
she's already got plans," Logan mumbled as he saw
Jean's smirk, when she folded the bills and stashed them into her purse.
"To think
that gal was the same one who beat Strong-arm Sue..."
"You
gotta be shitting me," Logan mumbled. He felt the
movement of Jean's backside on his lap as she recounted the money. The women
were perched on the laps of their male counterparts around the small table.
Around them the air permeated with cigarette smoke and the thundering pulse of
a rock song.
"No it IS
her," Marsha interrupted, as she leaned over Skip's lap. "And we've
got the bruises to prove it."
"Little
sneak," Logan commented when he
realized the significance. Apparently Jean Grey had a wild side he'd never
reckoned. HE chuckled as she picked up her beer and finished it off, while
chatting with Darlene about something having to do with NASCAR.
"Nice
broad. Hope ya hang onto her," Skip said as he reached for the beer
pitcher and poured himself another mug. His wife slid her arm through his and
looked at Logan half hiding his face
with confusion and amazement.
"Half of
it's yours," Jean said as she pushed a stack of bills into his hand. She
turned slightly to glance back at him.
"Keep it
fer a rainy day Red," he mumbled. She wondered if he was angry, but she
realized the smile lines on the side of his eyes were crinkled in that way to
indicate the opposite.
"I can't,
considering my partner did half the consulting," Jean teased. Logan slid his arm around
her waist and held her in place. She grabbed his glass of whisky and took a
small sip before he snagged it back and knocked the rest back.
"I want
ya sober, Red�" he gave her a meaningful glance. "So you can properly
enjoy yer distraction�"
"All
right," she nodded, touched by his concern for her sobriety. While part of
her thought he'd love her to get snockered, she realized he did not want her to
be smashing and falling over drunk because he was truly enjoying her company.
She couldn't enjoy his in return if she was plastered.
Her mind
drifted back to the memories she had seen in the crystal. She shivered and even
Logan's body heat wasn't enough to keep her warm.
"Wanna blow this popstand Jeannie?" Logan asked, squeezing her
gently from behind.
"If it's
all right with you� the smoke's getting to me," Jean coughed. Logan urged her off his lap,
and grabbed his jacket.
"It's
been real you guys, but I gotta take off," Logan announced.
"Sure
thing� great seeing you again! Don't make it so long this time!" called
Miguel.
"Nice
going," the girls each chorused, kissing Jean at the corner of her lips
like she was an old girlfriend who had hung out with them every night at this
time. She was touched by their acceptance, and hugged them back. Even their
husbands gave her the same sort of goodbye as Logan did the same to their
wives. Then he was holding up her raincoat for her to slip into, and she was
curled in his arm and walking out.
Lights, smoke,
and laughter faded as they exited the pool hall and bar to a forest of lights
and other sounds. The click of heels on cement, the roar of hundreds of people
coming and going on the city block. Accompanied by the drone of engines and
cacophony of car stereos, honking horns and other sounds echoing off every
building. How could Logan stand it all with his
enhanced senses.
Jean knew. Her
telepathy gave her the same difficulty. He must filter out the sounds like she
filtered out the morass of thoughts. Eerily silent though in only two
dimensions was every person now. It was terrifying to not be able to sense
people telepathically, only see their faces and hear their voices. Logan noticed the
difference, and kept a closeness with his physical presence. As if to ground
her in reality.
To her, only Logan seemed real,
three-dimensional. While she was used to having trouble reading his thoughts,
he was enough of an enigma that she usually blocked out whatever he was
thinking anyway. She let him remain a mystery. The parts of his mind that were
normally wide open were tightly shielded to her when she had known him those
first days. However the obvious thoughts and emotions he let slip, defiant,
almost challenging her to try and figure him out.
"You
okay, Jeannie?" Logan asked.
"Huh?"
she asked.
"Five
senses overloading ya?" he asked. "Cause yer not sensing things like
ya used to� I know that's what's going on�"
"Yes�"
she nodded. "I guess you really DO get it� Scott was trying to tell me
that losing my telepathy was like someone going blind, but he had no
idea�"
"Your
other senses DON'T compensate in the same way Red. It's a whole other world,"
Logan said as he guided her along. "You must be terrified sometimes� same
thing would happen if I lost my smell. I could NEVER cope�"
"I don't
think you could at first, but you would�" Jean said.
"And you
are. And you're doing a bang up job," Logan said.
"Thanks�
but it's not necessary�"
"What,
patting yourself on the back once in a while?" Logan asked. "Not
everyday someone comes back from the dead�"
"You
never cease to amaze me Logan�" she shook her head. "Just when I
think I've got you figured out�"
"Part of
the fun, Red," he winked. He pulled her into a doorway out of the main
bustle of the cacophony. She felt his embrace holding her firmly, and realized
she was feeling irritable and grouchy.
"So much
to see� I feel so� alive and yet�"
"It's not
the same, is it? You'd be hearing everyone's thoughts and all ya get is
silence� I knew it the first moment you saw me. Something wasn't right.
Something was missing� didn't realize just WHAT�"
"Being in
X Factor was a good way to escape my feelings� Scott sure escaped HIS�"
"Don't
think about him now, Red," Logan scolded her as she lay her head on his
shoulder and leaned against him. He leaned back against the wall, and she
rested her weight slightly against him. Enjoying the feel of his strong arms
around her while his hands slid up and down her back with small kneading
caresses.
Jean opened
her mouth to say something else, but then let the thought pass. She lay her
head on his shoulder, and realized she was able to easily do this since Logan
was only a few inches taller than she was. Few men were. Jean was about average
height for a woman, and Logan by virtue of his hair was an inch or so taller.
Yet in the high heels she was actually an inch taller. Turning her head to the
side, she had her lips close to his neck, her nose tickled by the long hair
from his sideburns. It was far softer than it looked was, she had expected
brush bristles. Much like the stiff wiry hair on his arms and such.
The feel of
her so close and so trusting was far more intoxicating than any liquor he could
drink. Considering he metabolized most of it away, this was a new sensation. HE
wanted to experience everything Jean. Her scent, her touch, her body heat he
wanted to memorize. Hell he had done so, and now she was back out of the dead,
in his arms like some damn dream and he didn't want to wake up.
He couldn't
stop himself from pulling back, and looking at her questioning gaze. Nor
leaning forwards and cutting off her next response with a kiss. Logan felt her
stiffening, and half expected her to smack him in the face. Yet when her soft
lips actually yielded and let him in, it was his turn to tense in shock. Jean
turned her head to the side, and slid her arms around his neck, relaxing as she
slid her tongue past him and moaned softly. A bolt of desire raged over, and he
was crushing her close and possessively tight, his lips pressing harder and
turning his body so he pressed her between the wall and himself.
AT the last
moment he pulled back, panting desperately and worried that she would hate him
for it. However her green eyes were half closed, her fingers stroking through
his hair, and she was pulling him closer to lean against her. "It's all
right Logan� I wanted that� I wanted it so badly�"
"You
sure?" he asked.
"Yes�"
she nodded. "I always wanted to know� since that time you got me under the
mistletoe�"
"Damn you
remember that?" he groaned, feeling a flush of embarrassment.
"I
enjoyed that� I mean I didn't want to admit to it�"
"Good,"
Logan nodded, trying to stop the rumbling in his throat that was more beast
than man did. Jean pulled him closer.
She initiated
the next kiss, which was full of promise. His hands slid down and grabbed at
the small of her back, tugging her as tightly to him as they could be without
removing what was between them. Jean curled her fingers in his hair, her nails
digging into his scalp as she tasted him and inhaled his scent. He knew she
only had a fraction of his senses, but the response was primal, instinctual,
and he felt his own instincts responding with a vengeance. Before he knew it,
he was digging his fingers into her back and crushing her lips to his, pressing
her tightly to the wall and instinctively moving in ways that most women would
either tear his clothes off or dump their drinks in his face for.
"Jean�"
he gasped, pulling his mouth away. "I gotta warn ya.. I can't hold back if
ya keep�"

"Do I
look like I'm screaming for a cop?" Jean panted deeply. "I could
throw you into that wall and leave a sizable dent with my powers and you're
worried about hurting ME?"
"That's
right," Logan gasped, and started to laugh.
"I could
hurt you JUST as much as you could hurt me, Logan with those claws, so don't
even try and wriggle out of this, buster�" Jean scolded him.
"Yeah,"
he chuckled. "How about THAT? Just don't put me through a window darlin� I
HATE picking the damn glass shards outta my ass if you don't mind me sayin
so�"
"Not when
it could HEAL over the skin," Jean winced. "God� that hurts just
thinking about it�"
"So� you
wanna go someplace more private?" he asked.
"I don't
like the sensation of cold wall on my butt if that's what you mean, silly
man," Jean winked, kissing the tip of his nose and then down his neck.
"Jean if
ya don't stop I�m gonna end up taking ya here in the alley�"
"How far
is it to your building?" Jean asked.
"We're
right by it�"
Jean's eyes
narrowed as if she were trying to judge something. "Fifth floor?"
"Yeah,"
Logan nodded, wondering just what she was thinking.
"Hold on
tight, and don't look down," Jean said.

"What the
hell� CRIPES!" Logan yelped as Jean's hair crackled with power. He grabbed
onto her for dear life as she started drifting UP.
"Hold on
Logan!" she laughed and he gasped as he gripped her waist tightly in
shock. Phoenix had the power to fly, but he never figured Jean Grey did.
"Damn
woman ya coulda WARNED me!" Logan half gasped as they were floating in
midair, held up only by the force of the redhead in his arms.
"Never
figured Marvel Girl could do THIS could you?" she bragged.
"Hell
no," he muttered, trying to bite back the response that Phoenix could.
Knowing it would be in bad taste.
She was
floating, flying like some damn angel without wings as Logan held her tightly.
His sense of equilibrium was going all out of whack and Jean sensed he was as
uneasy around her now as she was around him when he had the claws out. He was a
frightened animal, and she felt a bit guilty for her trick. "Wrap yourself
around me Logan, and trust me," she whispered.
"What was
that�" he panted.
"Trust me
Logan�" she urged. He wrapped his arms around her and clasped his legs
around her thighs, realizing most women did THIS to him. Jean's arms were
spread out, her legs pressed together as she put all her concentration into
lifting her own body mass and Logan's along with hers.
"You okay
with this Jean� I mean I ain't no flyweight�" Logan trailed off. She must
be levitating close to four hundred pounds without breaking a sweat.
"Just
hold on," Jean whispered, her brow furrowed in concentration as she
reached the roof of the block, and drifted towards the street where his
apartment was.
With Jean so
close, he was going mad. Her body soft and warm, with his pressing close to it.
He prayed for his animal instincts to behave, but he couldn't stop the obvious
reaction of being pressed tightly. If Jean noticed she didn't mind at all, so
wrapped up was she in levitating them both to the fire escape just before his
living room window.
"Just HOW
well can ya concentrate to hold us up?" Logan asked with a wicked
smile. He wriggled a bit, and moved around to give her a kiss.
Jean chuckled
through it, and the test of control began. He knew why she was doing this. To
show him he was in the same amount of danger from falling five stories with her
as she would be from getting skewered in a mad fit of sexual release.
Logan's mind tracked back
instantaneously to the last time he had done this with a woman he thought was
Jean Grey. She wasn't, and she had practically all but pushed him away when
he'd done this same thing out of survival.
In that toxic
chemical plant where the creature from the ID had pressed them together in a TK
bubble and he had used it as a convenient excuse to get Jean to face her
attraction to him. How he'd promised he would protect her. And how she had
squirmed when he drew her protesting body onto his lap and wrapped himself
around her.
To conserve
space. How she'd whispered to Scott for help, and in one burst she would shove
them all away from her. His gravely voice as he rasped, "Come here Jean�
deal with me�"
And the
feeling of her hot lips, burning like a supernova under his, and the flaring of
the Phoenix power from her heart
as she wrapped him in its burning fires. He had held tightly to her as the
world exploded and he was in danger of going up with it. Now he felt the eerie
parallel, imaging as they rose in the night and glowed to tumble tot he grass
in a tangle of arms and legs.

Chapter
4
"This
your floor, sir?" Jean joked as she released him from the kiss. Logan was
aching for her, going mad, and she was cool as a cucumber.
"Yeah
Red� this is it�" he groaned. He reached out with one arm, grabbing the
iron rail and tugged her along with him towards it. Jean gasped as she felt his
body responding to her, and Logan felt her go limp in his arms. Grabbing with
his other arm, he flipped both of them up and over so they landed on top of
each other on the small grille of the fire escape landing.
She gasped her
apology, heart beating fast as Logan gently stirred under her. "The
window�" he gasped, and she saw the three bright skewers erupt from the
skin of his knuckles only inches before her face. She moved off of him and he
slid his claws between the window and the latch, slicing it open so he could
shove the window up. Jean shakily scrambled inside, followed by Logan.
Inside it was
dark and cool, and Logan slid the window closed. He left it open a crack when
Jean protested, wanting the fresh air instead. "All right
sweetheart," Logan whispered.
Jean shed her
coat and threw it down. Logan pulled her into his arms and she moaned as he
kissed him again. She pressed her body to his, wanting to get as close as she
possibly, could and Logan swallowed her eager pants and kisses. He lifted her
as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the sofa. She sat down, and
reached for him when he shrugged off his jacket and threw his hat to the side,
making a neat pile on the lazyboy recliner.
Jean leaned
hard into him, straddling him as she crawled over. Logan lay back, pulling her
to rest on his body and loving the feel of her heat seeping into him. Her scent
permeated the air around him, awakening the desires he had held back for so
long, and there did not seem enough time to give voice to them all.
He pulled her
hands back a bit, and decreased the pressure of her kiss by gentling his own.
Jean sensed the change and then eased up, pulling back to rain soft kisses on
his face. Between them the clothes seemed confining, and Logan's hands slid
experimentally over her breasts. Jean nodded, grabbing his hand to keep it in
place, then sat on his pelvis and leaned up within reach. Both large hands slid
around their curves, and then gave a firm squeeze that was firm enough to tease
but loose enough to refrain from hurting. With a smirk of pride she realized
they filled his hands generously, and closed her eyes to drink in the probing
touch. Her own response mirrored the one between them, and his teasing strokes
made her want to rip away the shirt and bra separating her from his fingertips.
Considering
Logan was tugging insistently on her shirt, she crossed her arms and drew the
shirt up with his help and threw it over the back of the chair. The bra did not
stay on long, for he reached around and it fell on top of her v necked top.
Jean groaned when his warm hands caressed her chest, and drew teasing feather
touches over sensitive peaks that increased her panting exponentially.
He leaned up,
scooting his hips back with her sitting in his lap, and she pressed his head to
her chest. The softness of his lips and tongue sent warm shivers all over, and
she tunneled fingers through wild black hair. His kisses on her womanhood were
measured, calculated, but the sharp occasional nips made her gasp in joy and
glee. Throughout the rumbling from his throat transferred its vibrations, and
Jean was soon purring instinctively in return.
He watched as
she unbuttoned his shirt with shaking fingers, and spread the halves aside,
still massaging her chest with his legs partly splayed out. He had shifted so
his legs rested on the coffeetable and Jean's knees were tucked under her,
straddling his pelvis. His back was propped up, and she sat in the inverted V
of his sturdy legs, running her fingers between the layers of cloth. Logan
moved forward a bit so she could help him shrug it off, and then she grabbed a
handful of his t shirt fabric.
The sensation
of her fingers playing with thick chest hair was just as pleasurable as touching
her. Hair contoured over hard muscles, tensing and releasing and substantial
under her body. In comparison she was all curves to his angles and straight
lines. Few women liked men with hairy chests, Logan complimented. However when
he had glimpsed the Paul Stanley poster in her room he knew she was one of the
minority who knew better.
"Paul has
nothing on you, pal," she joked.
"I'll
have to thank those facepanted clowns of rock for making ya see the light
darlin� and ya can't just sit there and tell me PAUL was your favorite when yah
got that Demon action figure on yer pillow�"
"Busted.
Scott lucky tolerated my taste in music. Bobby laughed and thought I was stupid
for liking old fogey music."
"So? I
like J. Giles and the Ramones, but anything t' me is kid stuff," he
chuckled. "Now if ya mention Glenn Miller or Gene Krupa� which you ALSO
like�"
"Classics
NEVER go out of style," Jean hummed as she kissed his chest and rubbed in
the same way he was to hers. Lips diverted down his neck, while he nibbled on
hers, and sized her earlobe in his teeth with a light nip. Jean answered with a
soft playful growl of her own, octaves above his, but just as appreciated when
she traced her tongue through the maze of his ears.
She knew what
she wanted, even though Scott was her only base of experience. Although Logan
was starting to doubt if that was the case. She had gone to college after all,
and some of the indications were she was the sort that partied hard and studied
hard. Maybe a subject for a Girls Gone Wild video. Although if anyone taped
her, he'd smash the clown's camera and shove it up a certain part of the
cameraman's anatomy. "For the record, Logan� I don't care about the vids
and the magazines� I�m not THAT insecure�"
"You've
got nothing to be ashamed of, Red. You're a better reality than those fantasies
anyhow..."
"But you
have to take care of your needs somehow� I get it� other girls don't," she
winked.
"Thank
god for small favors," he whispered. "Does this mean ya don't mind
taking care of YOUR needs?"
"I could
tell you all about it, if you'd like, or demonstrate," Jean said with a
mischievous look.

She
lay on the bed where he had placed her, lips parted with her back propped and
Logan lay on his side, his eyes riveted to her demonstration. When she was
finished, he leaned over and kissed her. "That was damn incredible
Red�"
"Thank
you, I think," she chuckled nervously.
"No I
mean it, Red. Cause it's making it awfully hard for me to resist ya�" he
started, and then realized her hands had wandered down to help him take care of
a need of his own, and he grasped her wrist, not to pull her hand away, but to
demonstrate to her just how he liked to do so.
She lay her
head against his chest, and Logan had his legs propped up on the pile of
pillows that angled up to his headboard. Jean lay alongside of him, facing the
opposite way as she caressed and massaged him through his jeans. She wasn't
sure if it was her or his hands first that slowly and teasingly unfastened his
sturdy belt, but it was her fingers that found the button and his hands that
guided hers to seize the metal zipper and commence the longest unzipping she
had performed.
"Show
me," she whispered. He nodded, and took her hand, sliding it in place and
then whispering his instructions. A quick demonstration with his other and she
nodded. Logan folded both hands behind his head and shifted with a grunt of
satisfaction. He inhaled through his nose sharply, as Jean's fingers found him,
and explored.
"Most
impressive�"
"Glad ya
think so," he murmured, surprised and flattered at her words and concern
for him as well. Jean had a small comfortable smile on her face as she caressed
and teased, and he lay back and enjoyed every moment.
To stave off
the wildness the exploration of one another's desires and bodies was appropriate.
Not many men had taken the chance to simply ask for her to show them how she
liked to be touched, or even considered that a woman delighted in touching
herself. Most of the guys who DID were close to being what most would call
'perverts' who hid behind computer screens. Yet those stereotypes were
shattered, and she knew that in some way the Hustler and Playboy videos were a
reminder to men that women DID know what they wanted in some manner. As long as
the women involved weren't told what they SHOULD like.
He was on the
edge, gritting his teeth and gripping the sheets and bedspread in his hands as
he felt her hair tickling his chest. Jean glanced up at him from what she was
doing when she heard the rasp of metal, and he turned over, pushing her lightly
away. Between his teeth he cursed, and curled up with his back to her, suddenly
ashamed at the claws that had slipped free of the housings on his arms.
"It's all
right Logan," she whispered, curling herself around him and kissing him.
"It's part of who you are� and I like it just as much as the rest of
you�"
"Damn� I
just�"
"Amazing.
You know how hot you are when you DO that?" she whispered.
"Jeannie?"
he asked. "You mean that?"
"I know
what's going on there," Jean said. "Do you think I'm not able to accept
it?"
"Of
course not," he murmured as he turned over, and Jean smiled. She held up
the hand with the claws still extended, and kissed the base of his knuckles
where they had split the skin. The display of trust melted his self-anger, and
she watched as they slid back inside his arms. Jean's fingers traced along the
muscles and veins, as if wondering how they stayed within.
She slid her
arms around his neck and kissed him once more. Logan growled against her mouth,
and felt her body twisting as if to pull him down on top. He grasped her wrists
lightly and pinned them above her head. Jean laughed and smiled, her eyes half
closed and her knees parting automatically when he lay between them.
If that wasn't
a clear sign, he didn't know what else was. Especially when her hips moved
under his and he was half tearing to get the jeans off so he could continue.
Her lips devoured his, and Logan knelt there, grasping her hips and waiting as
he traced down her sensitive inner thighs.
For one last
moment he was grasping both her wrists in one hand while sliding his other to
lift her hips, and her legs lifted of her own volition, and he saw she was
trying to shift one up to rest on his other shoulder. He lifted an eyebrow, and
she gasped deeply, her lips parted and her voice deepened as she said,
"Please do it now� I need you� I need you so much�"
"Jeannie,"
he murmured, and she bit her lip, her eyes blurring with tears as his body
joined hers. Logan felt her muscles tensing, and wondered if he should stop,
his body vibrating with the loud growl that she felt as much as heard.
"Ohhhh,"
she gasped, through parted lips at the feeling that was unexpected and
extremely pleasurable even if slightly painful. No wonder he had savagely
pushed, for like plunging into cold water it was either try and get used to it
with every teasing inch, or jump in at once.
The effect was
the same. She was tingling all over, every nerve ending screaming with Logan
pushing her down, and she gave a small jerk up with her hips. Covering her
mouth with his, Logan began to savagely thrust inside, and Jean felt like she
would lose her mind with the white supernova that consumed her.

"Jeannie!"
he shouted loudly, more of a roar, and she blinked, spasming as she was stabbed
by something and thought she had died.
Logan had his
eyes squeezed shut, trying desperately to get as close as he could inside the
incredible woman panting underneath him. Her breathing had slowed, and she lay
so still beneath him after a frenzy of moving hips and cries for more.
"Red�
Jeannie� please say something t' me!" he panicked as she lay there, her
head to one side, and he gently slapped the side of her face as he held himself
off with one hand braced to her side. Still they were intimately fused, and
Logan was scared to death he'd killed her.
Jean's eyes
opened, and she blinked up at Logan's terrified face. She reached up with one
hand, softly whispering his name. "Logan� that was� incredible� why are
you so�"
"God Red,
ya blacked out on me!" Logan groaned as she pulled him down. Her lips
found his and he moaned at the kiss.
"You are
the best at what you do then," Jean chuckled, her mind returning to the
amazing well being flooding every cell in her body. Her eyes widened when she
could swear she heard Logan say something else, and he looked down at her.
"You're
sweet to say that, but am I fucking fantastic?"
"Shit�"
Logan groaned, and she saw through the darkness a hint of embarrassment. No,
she FELT his embarrassment, and Jean reached further. Pride, gladness, and a
glowing sense of satisfaction. Partly at himself and partly at her.
Logan's
emotions. His feelings she was hearing. "Logan� don't you realize� I know�
I heard you say that�"
"I
didn't�" he trailed off. "Wait Red, you mean ya read my mind?"
"I didn't
mean to I�"
"Jeannie,
you read my mind� you said you couldn't� you�"
"Logan I heard you, I feel
you� your emotions� what you're thinking� well MOST of it�" she trailed
off as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him hard. Logan chuckled against her
lips, and groaned as his desire returned.
"It ain't
my healing factor is it?" he joked.
"No
THAT's your healing�mmm� factor," she gasped as she felt him ready for a
second round. "It was me� it had to be� the emotions� the adrenaline� it
somehow reversed the effects of Reed's tampering�"
"SO
you're saying because you and I did it� that you got your telepathy back?"
Logan asked.
"I don't
know if it's fully� but it's like it was when I first�" she trailed off.
Her face scrunched into a frown as she looked up at him and Logan glanced away.
"How much
do you sense," he muttered.
"Logan�" she murmured.
He swallowed hard, and she met his gaze with a smile. Not of pity but genuine
happiness.
"All this
time� you still feel that way�" she added, and then her eyes were filled
with something he never though he could see. Her body relaxed and she reached
up to pull him back down.
"Always
did, always will," Logan said hoarsely.
"C'mere
you silly man and SHOW me�" Jean whispered with delight. Logan did just
that.
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