hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

He is in love

Logan didn't think he was going to fall in love again.

Then he met you.

You were far younger than him and far wiser than he was at your age. The biggest difference between the two of you is that he knew when it all fell into place, the moment he fell for you.

When you were sitting at the painting table, canvas in your lap as you perked your head up, dipping the brush into the paint, brushing the extra to make sure you had the right amount for lightly stroking the brush against the plaster. You had your headphones on, singing 'Angel eyes' by Abba, your voice changing from going sultry tone to a soft airy high note, your glasses had fell to the bridge of your nose and as you focused you had the softest look in your eyes, full of joy and creativity. Your full figure was accentuated by the tight crop top that had just enough fabric to cover the swell of your breasts, then tight gray leggings that clung to your hips and the curves of your stomach.

You eventually felt his eyes on you, looking up and turning your head towards the door. You slightly blushed as you took off your headphones and met his eyes. You didn't usually sing around others, and you hadn't done it around Logan yet. He sighed as your brown eyes caught us, the sunlight fleeting in and making your eyes look like his favorite brand of whiskey, your blue eyeshadow made them pop and made his stomach somersault as you stood up.

"Didn't know you were around." You mumbled, walking over to him, looking up at him with doe eyes. Logan's hand reached up to your cheek, his green eyes that were flaked with gold, gazing down into yours.

"Why don't you sing for me more?" He kept his voice low, as his other arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him.

"I dunno, why would-."

"Oh you know why." He mocked, as you glared him, slapping his shoulder lightly as the large warm hand on your cheek, pulled you into his mouth. Your lips slotting against his in a soft kiss, his beard scratching at your upper lip, a blush coming over your chest as the hand wrapped around you squeezed you to him.

When he looked back down at you after the two of you moved back to breath, he was frozen at the look on your face. Adoration in your pretty brown eyes, your upper lip was slightly pink from his wirey facial hair, then your tongue comes out to lick at your lips before a smile comes over your face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Because I think I'm in love with you. He thought.