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Logan's Request
by Pirate Turner
Logan stared. Longing swelled within him. His eyes widened and mouth watered appreciatively. Slowly, so as to not alert her defenses, he crept up behind Rogue. His voice was husky when he breathed. "Can I have a piece?"
Rogue swatted him away with her towel. "It's not ready yet," she chastised.
"Sure smells ready to me."
"Well, it's not."
"It could be."
Her emerald eyes flashed as she swatted him again. "Out! Ah'll call you when the cake's done."
"Just don't burn it," he countered, still eyeing the golden brown cake. He could not imagine what more she could do to it without killing it.
The End