Title: Just This Kiss
Author: Nyghtshayde
Fandom: X-men movieverse
Pairing: Logan/Bobby
Rating: G for cuteness.
Summary: A seemlingly lonely Wolverine rings in the New Year with a
sweet kiss.
Archive: Sure, if it's Charles. Anyone else, tell me where it's
going first.
E-mail: Nyghtshayde9@yahoo.com
Webpage: http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_word9/ for writing.
Series/Sequel: Dunno yet.
Disclaimer: These aren't my characters. They're the property of
Stan Lee, Comic God. I make no money off them. Just get pure pure
joy out of borrowing them to write little bits of smut from time to
time.
Warnings: No real warnings. Just cuteness. Just a widdle kiss.
Notes: This was actually written for the Live Journal group
15minuteficlets. The word was festive. It came out as this.

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He looked gloomy despite the festive atmosphere around the mansion.
Of course, to most of the inhabitants at Charles Xavier's, Logan
always seemed gloomy. But tonight, New Year's Eve, he seemed doubly
so.

The Wolverine clutched a tumbler of bourbon and leaned against the
wall, staring out the window at the snow. Every now and again, he'd
hear bursts of laughter and would turn his head to see who it was.
He could hear most of the voices individually and recognize whose
belonged to which member of the house. There was only one voice he
wanted to hear right now and most of the evening, it had been
wrapped up in conversation with most of the other youngsters.

Taking a drink of the dark amber fire, Logan shifted his body around
where he could look over the room more intently. Charles and Scott
were engaged in conversation with Ororo and a couple of the other
students. Many of the students themselves were enjoying the spread
of food and playing games. Kurt sat by the tree with some of the
littlest mutants, telling them again the story of the first
Christmas, even though Christmas was already a week gone. Or, at
least, the first Christmas as far as his Catholic sensibilities were
concerned. And at the far side of the room, wrapped up in a game
with two others, was the object of Logan's interest. Standing
beside Rogue, Bobby scored an air hockey shot against Piotr and all
three kids exchanged some good natured after-game quips. While he
stared, his hazel eyes found themselves meeting the ice blue gaze
belonging to Drake, who happened at that moment to look up toward
him. Young smile; elder nod, and an understanding seemed to pass
between them.

Logan smiled and walked out of the room, pausing only long enough to
say goodnight to the professor, Scott and Ororo. He knew Xavier
probed his mind a little to see why the feral mutant wasn't going to
ring in the New Year with the rest of them and figured that if the
old man didn't like what he found there, he could bite him. Logan
finished the bourbon and left the glass on an end table by the door,
disappearing from sight.

Ten minutes later, Logan was standing outside the mansion, leaning
against a tree the same way he held up the wall in the main room in
the mansion. He stared at the bright moon and the fairy sparkles it
created across the snow. His sensitive hearing picked up the sound
of cheers and noisemakers coming from the mansion and he reckoned
that it was about that time. Goodbye old year. Hello new. Just as
a low mood was about to creep over him, he felt arms wrap around his
waist from behind and the familiar scent of youth he'd come to know
intimately reached his senses.

"I thought you weren't coming," Logan's deep voice rumbled softly.
He didn't turn around at first.

"Are you kidding? Where else would I be at the stroke of midnight?"
Bobby Drake, sometimes known as the Iceman, whispered and rested his
chin on Logan's shoulder. It was then that Wolverine turned around,
not letting the lightly muscled arms of the teen leave his body.
One of his arms slid around Bobby's shoulders and he brought his
free hand up to cup the young chin, tilting the face toward his.

"Then let's start the year as we mean to go on with it," replied the
gruffer mutant, and without another word, he leaned down and
captured the younger mouth with his own, kissing for luck or
prosperity or whatever the hell the superstition for the New Years
kiss was. Didn't matter. Just this moment mattered.

Just this kiss.