Just Let Me Adore You. (Wolverine x Fem!OC)

7: this is what falling in love feels like (wisteria's version).

This has to be the third or fourth time Wisteria has been knocked out. 

She woke up with a start, panting heavily and inspecting her body for any damages. She sighed out of relief- she was okay. She found herself on a fluffy bed, with her brother passed out right beside her. He looked so peaceful when he's asleep. He was like a newborn baby.....calm, not trigger happy.

"Rise 'n shine, Sleeping Beauty." A gruff voice broke her concentration.

She looked up to see Logan chugging down a bottle of booze. Hey, at least it's not rubbing alcohol.

"Logan." Wisteria grumbled tiredly. "How long was I passed out for?"

"Dunno, maybe a few hours? Dumbass Mcgee wasn't woken up yet. I can have some peace and quiet." Logan replied.

Wisteria giggled. Logan's eyes were soft again, she missed those eyes.

She pulled off her mask to breathe in some fresh air. Logan couldn't help but marvel at the woman's sheer beauty.  How effortless she looked, just like the Mona Lisa. Or a beachside sunset. Orange, pink, white- those colours reminded Logan of Wisteria. A fierce and gorgeous sunset sinking into the horizons of his soul.

"You, uh, look great, by the way. Despite.....everything." The man mumbled before taking a swig. 

Wisteria blushed and twirled the ends of her hair. She would be kicking her feet and giggling if she didn't have self-control.

"Mhm, thanks. You too. I-I mean, you always look great. Two hundred years and you're just- bathing in the fountain of youth, y'know? Yeah. Yeah." Wisteria said nervously.

Logan smiled, his cheeks heating up. An awkward quietness placed the two in a deadlock. Wisteria observed her surroundings. Someone was living here. No, people were living here. The room wasn't familiar to her- nothing reminded her of her own world.

"Hey, Lo, where the hell are we exactly?" Wisteria asked, gesturing to the entire room.

"Fuck if I know." Logan grunted then extended the booze bottle out. "Want a drink? Might help calm your nerves."

"Jesus Christ, you're drunk, aren't you?" Wisteria laughed softly. "Thank you, but no. I literally just woke up; nobody drinks as soon as they wake up."

"Ah, well, your fuckin' funeral." Logan shrugged, taking another drink.

Wisteria rolled her eyes and scoffed. She prompted up her knees and hugged them. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Patches of her memory were slowly but surely returning. The vicious battle between her, Wade and Logan. 

Logan's cut-throat words.

Her eyebrows furrowed. She was still hurt by what he said. Who wouldn't? She wanted to repair whatever it was they had between them. Wisteria didn't want Logan to hate her for the rest of his life. She wanted to communicate her feelings with him as well as to understand him. She knew she hadn't been considering Logan's feelings at all.

After much thought, she finally chose to try talking to Logan when he's more....sober.

Wisteria sighed, feeling around her katana to play around with. She perked up, frantically searching her immediate area for her weapon. Her eyes grew wide. She wasn't the best at hand-to-hand combat, she was like a fish deprived of oxygen without something in her hands. She needed some kind of weapon, or she would be (in her opinion) useless.

"Lookin' for this?"

Logan waved her katana around, a sloppy smile on his face. Wisteria sighed out of relief, pulling herself carefully off the bed as to not wake her brother.