In my reality, Wolverine guards the other half of my cozy-patchwork quilt covered bed, protecting me with those deliciously badass claws of his, rippling forceps enfolding my dozing form. Coffee and toothpaste breath rolls across my neck, and I snuggle closer, resulting in a presence of his ridiculously persistant stubbery.
He mumbles my name in his sleep with a husky mumble, and because it's so cute, I stifle my laughs and fluffy nicknames, and simply refer to him as "Logan."
Sorry. :D Nerd spasm. Goodness, I love me some wolverine. x) <3 Who knows? You might see more of these. They're fun to write. :)
