Kate watched Logan dart around the room, her wife frantically stuffing clothes, snacks, and a ridiculous number of unnecessary items into their already overstuffed suitcase. The kids' laughter and shouts echoed from the other rooms, and Kate couldn't help but shake her head with a smile as she folded a few essentials neatly into her own bag.
"Baby, you don't need half this stuff," Kate said, her voice gentle yet teasing. She watched as Logan shoved yet another pair of fuzzy socks into the bag. When Logan didn't respond, Kate sighed with an amused smile and repeated herself, "Logan, seriously, you're packing like we're headed to the North Pole."
Logan finally looked up, her eyes twinkling with that mischievous sparkle Kate had fallen in love with. "What if we get snowed in somewhere? Or if the kids want to build a pillow fort and we run out of blankets? You never know!" Logan defended with a grin, clearly aware of how ridiculous she was being.
Kate laughed softly, shaking her head. "Sweetheart, we're going to a beach house. No snowstorms, I promise," she said, her tone light as she moved closer to Logan. She reached out to take a half-unzipped travel pillow out of Logan's bag, tossing it back onto the bed. "Trust me, we'll survive a week without an emergency stash of marshmallows and board games."
Logan pouted playfully, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Kate's lips. But Kate wasn't having any of that; she deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around Logan's neck, pulling her down onto the bed with a gentle tug. Logan let out a surprised laugh as Kate rolled on top of her, pinning her down with an affectionate grin.
"Now, if you can stay still for two minutes," Kate teased, brushing her lips along Logan's ear, "we might actually finish packing before the kids and Natasha storm in asking where all their stuff is."
Logan, breathless and slightly flushed, could only nod as Kate pulled away. But as soon as Kate turned back to the suitcase, Logan, ever the dork, grabbed one last plushie from her side table-a tiny stuffed bear with a bow tie-and shoved it into her wife's half-packed bag.
Kate noticed immediately and sighed dramatically. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Logan just winked, clearly proud of herself. "I'm your impossible, though."
"Yeah, yeah," Kate muttered, unable to hide her smile.
Kate was just about to zip up the last of their bags when she felt Logan's arms snake around her waist, pulling her back into a warm embrace. The soft press of Logan's lips against the nape of her neck sent a shiver down her spine, and Kate let out a small hum of contentment.
"Mrs. Bishop," Logan whispered in that low, teasing tone that always made Kate's knees weak, "what would you say to a little fun, sexy time with me?"
Kate turned around in Logan's arms, her eyes narrowing playfully as she looked up at her wife. "You mean right now?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Logan's grin was nothing short of wicked as she nodded, pressing a series of soft, teasing kisses along Kate's jawline.
Kate pretended to consider it, tilting her head to the side. "Well, I suppose... but you do realize we're supposed to leave in less than an hour, right?"
Logan's hands slid down to Kate's hips, pulling her closer, their bodies pressing together. "The kids are busy, the car's packed... we've got time," she murmured against Kate's lips, the words a soft caress. "Besides, I've been wanting you all to myself all morning."
Kate's breath hitched as Logan's lips finally claimed hers in a deep, slow kiss. The kind that made her forget everything else-packing, the kids, the trip. It was just the two of them, the world fading away as Logan's hands roamed lower, lifting Kate effortlessly onto the bed.
