Three weeks later.

Propped up on one elbow, Logan watched Remy sleep. The Cajun was a
somewhat restless sleeper, often going through several positions in a
night. This morning found him sprawled on his back, dark red hair
spread wildly across the pillow, lips slightly parted in a slow deep
breathing pattern.

During their past month together this had become an almost daily
occurrence. Logan was learning to appreciate the joys of sleeping in,
but he still tended to wake up first, so he'd take advantage of the
opportunity to watch Remy at his most beautiful, and to marvel at
just how wonderful his life had suddenly become.

Things were pretty much back to normal with the X-Men. He'd been
pleasantly surprised at how accepting and comfortable everyone seemed
to be of their relationship - especially Rogue. And now that they
were both back on the team in their healthier, happier states, the
team was running like a well oiled machine again.

But yet there was one thing nagging at Logan a bit: he missed being
alone with Remy. Not that it wasn't wonderful to have the 'family'
all home safe and sound, and to be on active duty again. But he and
Remy really hadn't gotten much quality time together, all things
considered.

Maybe it was time for a vacation. He hadn't taken a true one himself
in years, and he couldn't remember Remy taking much time off either.
They both had plenty of money socked away, and Chuck had always been
good about letting people take some personal time when they needed
to. Plus Betsy and Warren were due back any day from their own
extended holiday, so the team wouldn't be left short on numbers. It
seemed like a perfect chance to get away. He wondered what Remy would
think of the idea.

As if on cue the young Cajun finally stirred and sleepily opened his
eyes. He smiled upon seeing Logan watching him. "Mornin', cher."

"Mornin', darlin'. How'd ya sleep?"

"Like always - tres bien." In the warmth and safety of each other's
arms, nightmares were becoming less and less frequent for both of
them. "What time's it?"

"'Bout eleven."

"Merde. I'm turning y' into a bed slug."

"Ya hear me complainin'?" Logan reached out and pulled his lover into
a hug.

Remy purred against Logan's chest. "Not at all, cher. Not at all."

Logan ran one hand down Remy's finely sculpted back. "Been thinking a
little."

A devious chuckle. "T'ought I heard gears grinding."

"Bite me." Logan playfully swatted Remy's butt; the thief giggled in
response. "Seriously...I was wonderin' what you'd think of you and me
taking a trip to together."

Remy sat up, eyes glowing with excitement. "Where? When? How long?"

Logan laughed heartily. "So, I guess that's a `yes'?"

"Mais oui! I'm about t' go stir-crazy if I stay in Westchester much
longer!" His grin widened as he caressed Logan's cheek with a lightly
callused hand. "And what I wouldn't give for some one-on-one time
wit' you again." He leaned in to kiss Logan, and the tongue duel was
just getting interesting when they were interrupted by a rather
insistent knock on their door.

Logan pulled back reluctantly, knowing who had come to visit both by
the sweet perfume drifting under the door and the gentle push against
his mind. "A little busy here, Jeannie."

"I'm sorry, Logan," she called through the door, "but the mail just
arrived and you got a letter from Japan."

A moment of shocked silence. "Addressed to me?" Logan asked, sitting
up further while Remy began to kick the tangled bedcovers away.

"Yes. That's why I figured it would be important." A slim white
envelope slid under the door.

"Thanks, Jean." The Canadian bounded out of bed to grab the letter,
Remy following close behind.

"Anytime," Jean called cheerfully, the click of her heels fading as
she retreated down the hall.

"Who's it from?" Remy asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to pry but
yet needing to know.

Logan frowned as he read the carefully printed English
addressing. "Not sure. Don't recognize the address." He ran a finger
under the flap, then pulled out a single sheet covered in Japanese
characters. He read it quickly and gasped.

The anticipation was making Remy squirm. "Damn, cher, throw me a bone
here."

Logan looked up, his eyes wet with tears. "Amiko."

Remy took the letter from him. His Japanese was a little rusty, but
luckily the girl's penmanship was crisp and clear.
 
 

"Logan,

I hope this reaches you, I am sending it from school. Please do not
be angry with Yukio for sending all your letters back, she doesn't
want to, but her HAND is being forced.

If you can, you should come. But be careful. For now we are safe, but
I don't think for much longer. Come soon, please.

Amiko"
 
 

"Well, guess dat answers de 'where'." Remy handed the letter back to
its owner.

Logan seemed very relieved. "I know fighting the Hand isn't much of a
vacation..."

"Pffft, cher. Remy's used to mixing business with pleasure." He
kissed Logan softly. "'Sides, dis is family. Dat always comes first."

"God, I love ya, Rem."

"Je t'aime aussi, Logan."

Logan carefully refolded the letter and put it back in the
envelope. "OK, then. We'll get showered and packed and make all the
arrangements and get going right away."

Remy plucked the envelope from his hand and laid it on the
nightstand. "Right away, cher?" he asked, running a hand down Logan's
torso to tangle in the thick hair at the base of his cock. "Doubt we
can get a flight to Japan for several hours at least, even with
connections like ours."

Logan groaned and leaned into Remy's touch. "Right you are, darlin'.
Figure we've got an hour or three to play with, then."

"Dat's all?! Well, time's a' wastin'!" Laughing Remy pulled Logan
back to bed to get a head start on their first grand adventure
together.
 

To be continued...
 

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Author's notes: Yes, there will be a sequel to this story!
Eventually. I have several other stories I need to write first, or
else the plot bunnies will chew my feet off at the ankles. So please
be patient – don't worry, I love Remy and Logan too much to leave
them hanging very long!