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[rp] naked, shirtless, and katniss

When Logan falls through the door of the ship this time, he is wet and naked (~~though his hair is cut unlike in those gifs~~). It's been a few months since the last time he was here, and he doesn't appreciate being thrown back in mid-bath that he didn't even want to take in the first place.

...it's a long story. Come say hi to the naked, incredibly muscular man on the deck who is beyond tense. He is truly completely and totally naked. Unf.

James Wilder has been here for days at least. The Hunter's mark has taken over, has taken so much from him over time. He got it ten years ago. The mansion is quiet and empty, but his siblings are there and that's all he can ask for. Maybe the ship finally took pity on him, standing around on its deck, searching for something to hunt or kill only to turn up empty handed every time, because he is now in a gym in the ship. He's been here for hours.

Training with various weapons, crossbows, swords, and the like. He's shirtless and sweaty but focused. Need self defense/hunting classes? Come get trained by a really buff dude... who has a hard time being social or 'normal' or having fun so apologies for that, but he is single and... shirtless. That's a thing that can be appreciated given his... abs.

Finally, there's Katniss Everdeen who went to Chicago and then was sent back into a very au version of her own world where both Peeta and Gale are women and it is totally a thing in that world that gender doesn't matter in romance and that two girls can be chosen for the Hunger Games as well as two boys or a boy and a girl, which is what apparently happened to the Katniss that was there before her. She is currently, standing on the deck of a ship with a bow and arrow pointed outward and a confused expression on her face. She has yet to finish it yet (and has been setting the whole arena on fire due to her Rift change, this is a highly AUed version of her world on every single level really).

Nothing is okay.

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"I'm less concerned with it now," Logan admits with a tiny smirk as he looks at her, watching her face.

She is a kind, good-hearted woman, a strong one. He admires the person that she is, that she has shown to him. If there is anything he will be grateful for this ship for, it's the fact that he has gotten the chance to meet her.

He's aware he wouldn't otherwise. They come from such different places and times.

She laughs, the sound soft and pleased. "Me too."

Similar thoughts have passed through her head in the time since they first met. How terrible this place is, to drag people here, to steal them then shove them back without warning or explanation.

But how wonderful, that it let the two of them meet. That they could span the centuries.

"We could take the drinks out to the deck. That's where I was headed earlier before I was interrupted by a naked man."

Logan smirks in light amusement at what she says as he nods in agreement, picking up both their drinks before he heads around to the other side of the bar, to her side so they can head out to the deck together.

"You were interrupted by a naked man in public? The hell is this world coming to?"

You're so funny, Logan.

"It's downright scandalous, I'm telling you," she shoots back, clearly teasing. "I may never get over it. We'd better get to a deck chair before I faint or something."

"Scarred for life. I should punch that guy in the face," Logan says, and he is teasing too before he even laughs lightly at what she says, stepping out towards the deck chair. "If you fainted, I'd carry you."

There's that after all. Benefits of hanging around a super strong mutant.

She pauses beside the chair, looking up at him. "Goodness. Now that's just going to give me ideas, Logan."

So she's kind of taken with the idea of being carried around by a strong man. Sue her.

It's a particularly wide chair, meant to seat two reclining; she settles in and pats the spot beside her, a clear invitation. "You really would punch someone in the face for me?"

"Ideas, right. Ideas are bad." Logan smirks in amusement at what she says. It is very fond amusement really as he looks at her face, sitting down beside her once she pats the spot beside her.

He is all muscle and strength.

"I really would. Don't know how much that says when... I'm pretty free with my punching, but I would," he says.

If someone did her wrong, if someone made her upset or angry, Logan would punch the hell out of them... or worse depending on what was done to her.

Sure, it's a violent promise. But touching all the same. She can sense the respect and sentiment behind it, the protectiveness, even with all his rough edges.

"Still. It's a lot of power to give a lady," she says, flashing him a smile. "I promise to only use it for good. And sparingly. Thank you."

Logan smirks lightly at the sight of that smile of hers.

"I feel like I should be afraid, but I'm not," he says lightly. "I believe you."

Then he leans over, kissing her again because he loved how it felt to kiss her that first time.

"You're welcome."

She's smiling when they break apart, clearly pleased. It's been forever since she's been kissed, and properly.

Christine shifts so she's sitting a little closer, curled a little against his side. "You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm sure you've got more sense than to do something that would make me come after you."

Logan looks down at her with a little, fond smirk. It's been awhile for him too since he's been kissed properly, living in the woods for so long will do that. It's nice, more than nice.

"That's... debatable." He smirks further. "Can't even say I try to be sensible, but I know I wouldn't want to cross you."

She laughs softly. "Well. As long as you know that much..."

Christine shifts a little, settling in close. Her hand raises, fingers curling, and she follows the curve of his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

"We ought to be off to a good start."

Logan looks at her as she settles in close, and a helpless, surprised smile crosses his face.

The surprise comes from the fact that he realizes he is smiling which is surprise enough after all he has been through. He leans into her touch, leans in and kisses her hard.

"I believe we are, Christine."

She's slightly breathless when he pulls away, her eyes focusing on his face, drifting to take in every detail.

"I'm glad we are," she says softly. "At least something good's come out of us being dragged here."

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