Dinner and Frustration
⋆˚꩜｡ Logan (James) Howlett / wolverine x vampire!reader (short fluff)
Logans table etiquette makes you want to argue with him, he's still able to make your heart flutter though
CW: light bickering, flirting, suggestive at the end, reader is kinda mean to Logan, Logan is a pervert
This is a little self-indulgent because I wanna write a lot more than I'm able to right now (especially for Wolverine)
The tall ceilings of the estate you had, sharing the space with you husband for the meantime as you both agreed upon a shared supper. However you did forget one thing about your husband…
“Logan, mind your manners!” You chide him, meanwhile he has the ribs in his undignified grip and sauce coats his hands and the sides of his mouth as he looks up, meeting your frustrated gaze.
“My bad, doll.” He grins and slowly attempts to bring a hand to your thigh, to which you firmly smack the back of. “Your hands are dirty!” Obviously that was evident with the grease on it, as a result of his hearty carnivorous meal.
Your husband huffed and took the napkin from your side, Logan flopped it onto your lap and ignored your continued scolding, slamming his hand onto the soft surface. “Shush, batsy.” He grumbles, returning the other hand to pick up another rib, sinking his teeth into it with a satisfied grunt, followed by picking up a glass of whatever alcoholic beverage, gulping it down his throat.
A flush takes over your face as you cut into your own food, it feels like his hand is burning into you, regardless of your annoyance, maintaining propriety practiced over the years, “Your etiquette is appalling..” you scold your husband while glancing aside at him.
A scoff reaches your ears, and an undignified cacophony of chews and his voice, “But baby, in my years, I never used an ounce of table etiquette, if I wasn’t busy with these ribs I’d have my way with you on this table right now!”
“Disgusting..” you mutter—to be fair, partly genuine at being forced to listen to him munching, but you fight a grin as you keep chewing.
“Yeah, yeah, and we’re going on our century and a half wedding anniversary, and we still haven’t filed for a divorce—though we all know you’re not gonna divorce all this.” He gestures to his own body, which to be fair, he has a point about.
Your eyes hit the back of your skull briefly as you roll them and fake the intensity for a glare, “So I’m not attractive enough then? I wouldn’t do it but you can do it to me?”
“Do I look stupid? Honey, am I a real lobotomite?” He bluntly interrogated you, squeezing your thigh further, bearing his eyes deep into yours.
Not one to be outdone, you lean forward as well, “and why are you inquiring such unnecessary matters?”
“Because if you think I’d ever throw down some papers at you, you gotta think I’m an idiot, little bat.” His voice grew gentle, in a way that makes your face warm enough to light fire places, and your heart thump loud enough that you could probably hear it in complete silence.
A chuckle slides out of you and you look down at your lap once again to Logan’s hand cupping your thigh, “fine, I believe you, dumb wolverine.”
“Not good enough, I gotta fill you up tonight and make sure your legs wobble in the morning. Anything to show my woman that she’s the only one for me.”
“Logan!” You chide, smacking his prickly forearm, only to be met with a boisterous laugh as he pulls his arm away.
You keep eating, and so does Logan, except your oblivious to the way his full cheeks move along with the light smile he allows himself to release, not teasing this time, but appreciative
This marriage between the two of you gets testy, after all, almost a hundred years does allow for a lot of familiarity. But these moments of playfulness make you both wanna stay married and together for an extra thousand years.
dividers by @cafekitsune
