《 Logan Howlett 》 Imagines

Catch Me If You Can

The late afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of Xavier's mansion, casting a warm glow over the grand hallways. Most of the students were outside, enjoying the perfect weather, leaving the inside of the mansion unusually quiet.

Y/N leaned against the doorway of the library, her eyes scanning the room for the familiar, gruff figure of Logan. She found him exactly where she expected—sitting in one of the oversized armchairs, a book in hand and a deep scowl etched across his face. He looked as tense as ever, his brow furrowed in concentration, as if the words on the page were a personal affront to him.

She couldn't help but smile at the sight. Logan was always like this, wound up so tight that she often wondered how he didn't snap more often. But she knew him better than most—knew that beneath that rough exterior was a man who needed more than just fights and danger to unwind. He needed someone to remind him how to relax, how to have fun. And Y/N was more than willing to be that someone.

"Hey there, handsome," she called out, stepping into the room with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Logan glanced up from his book, his scowl softening slightly when he saw her. "What're you up to?" he asked, his tone suspicious.

Y/N shrugged, sauntering over to where he sat. "Oh, just thinking that you look like you could use a break. You know, relax a little."

Logan huffed, closing his book but keeping his finger between the pages to mark his spot. "I'm relaxed."

"Uh-huh," she said, clearly unconvinced. She perched herself on the arm of his chair, her fingers trailing lightly along the back of his neck. "You call this relaxed? Logan, I've seen bricks with more give than you right now."

He shot her a sideways glance, his lips twitching into what might have been the start of a smile. "I ain't a brick."

"No, but you sure act like one sometimes," she teased, her fingers moving to play with the ends of his unruly hair. "Come on, Logan. Let me help you unwind."

Logan raised an eyebrow, his gaze darkening slightly. "And how do you plan on doin' that, exactly?"

Y/N leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Oh, I have a few ideas. But you're gonna have to trust me."

Logan's eyes flicked down to her lips, his grip on the book tightening. "Yeah? What kind of ideas?"

She smirked, her fingers grazing the back of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "The kind that'll make you forget all about whatever's stressing you out. But first..."

Y/N suddenly slipped off the arm of the chair and stood in front of him, her smile widening. "You have to catch me."

Logan blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

With a playful laugh, Y/N darted out of his reach, running toward the door. "You heard me! If you want me, you're gonna have to catch me first, old man."

Logan's surprise quickly turned into a grin as he tossed the book aside and got to his feet. "You think you can outrun me, darlin'?"

She paused at the doorway, looking back at him with a wink. "Guess you'll just have to find out!"

And with that, she was gone, her laughter echoing down the hallway. Logan shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. It had been a long time since someone had dared to tease him like this, and he had to admit—it felt good.

Without another thought, he took off after her, his footsteps heavy and sure as he followed the sound of her laughter.

Y/N was quick, darting through the mansion with surprising agility, but Logan knew these halls like the back of his hand. He could hear her just ahead, the soft patter of her feet on the polished floors, the quickened breath as she pushed herself to stay ahead of him. It was a game of cat and mouse, and he had every intention of catching his prey.

She rounded a corner, her heart pounding in her chest, and found herself in one of the mansion's many sitting rooms. For a brief moment, she thought she'd lost him—until she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, pulling her back against a solid chest.

"Gotcha," Logan's voice was low and rough in her ear, sending a thrill down her spine.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, leaning back into him. "Took you long enough."

Logan chuckled, his grip on her tightening as he turned her around to face him. His eyes were dark with desire, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You run pretty fast for a schoolteacher."

"Guess you'll just have to keep up," she teased, her fingers trailing up his chest, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt.

Logan's gaze dropped to her lips, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "You know, I could think of a few other ways to make you breathless."

"Oh?" she whispered, leaning in closer, her lips brushing his. "And what would those be?"

His hand slid up her back, pulling her flush against him as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. It was intense, filled with all the pent-up tension that had been building between them for so long. Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair as she pressed herself against him.

Logan growled low in his throat, his hands roaming over her body, savoring the feel of her curves beneath his touch. The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting in a heated dance that left them both breathless. When they finally pulled apart, they were both panting, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath.

"Logan..." Y/N whispered, her voice thick with desire.

He kissed her again, this time slower, more deliberate, his lips trailing down her jaw to her neck, where he nipped lightly at her skin, drawing a gasp from her. "You've been drivin' me crazy, you know that?" he murmured against her skin, his hands sliding down to cup her hips.

"Good," she breathed, arching against him. "Because you've been doing the same to me."

His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, brushing against her bare skin, making her shiver. "You really want this, darlin'?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I want you, Logan. All of you."

With a low growl, Logan lifted her off her feet, carrying her over to the nearest couch and laying her down gently. He hovered over her, his eyes scanning her face as if committing every detail to memory. "You sure you're ready for this?"

Y/N reached up, pulling him down for another kiss. "I've never been more sure of anything."

That was all the confirmation Logan needed. He captured her lips in another deep kiss, his hands sliding up her body as he began to slowly undress her, savoring every moment, every soft moan and gasp that escaped her lips.

And as the sun continued to set outside, the two of them finally gave in to the desire that had been building between them for so long, losing themselves in each other completely.