Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, her arms securely tucked under it. She was on her stomach, head turned to him and eyes closed in slumber.

The curve of her back and pale cheeks of her butt were only partially visible thanks to the sheet halfway covering her.

Logan had been watching her for some time now, enjoying the chance to ogle her without her getting on his case about it. She was distinctly modest about her beauty and didn't like the spotlight on her for any length of time.

One of the many things that made her Marie, as well as one of the many things Logan loved about her.

Her hair was a bit longer then when it had been when they first got together. She kept it trimmed, however, because she didn't like it too long—it reminded her of when she had absorbed Sabretooth.

Today marked a year since she'd gained complete control of her skin. A year since their relationship had become something more than friends.

It had scared the shit out of him in the beginning. He wasn't exactly a romantic, and had little idea of how to be in a relationship, much less be good at it.

Thinking back now, though, made him believe that he had winged it pretty well. Sure, there had been ups and downs, but the fact that she still spent most of her nights in his room essentially spelled out success to him.

He was sure he had love interests in his long lifespan, but he couldn't remember any of them. Before Marie he'd been accustomed to one-night stands—there weren't many people out there that'd understand a life like his, and far less who'd he be willing to open up to.

And, as far as he was concerned, Marie was the only person unafraid of sleeping next to a man with claws that had frequent nightmares of being attacked.

He called it suicide, she called it nonsense.

She also reiterated that she'd just drop his ass if he ever clawed her, anyway.

And that she could definitely do.

She stirred a bit, murmuring slightly about something in her dream. One of her arms reached out from beneath the pillow towards him, absently feeling for the presence she was now used to being next to her.

He scooted forward, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her towards him. As her grasping hand found his waist, she hugged him to her, her head fitting snuggly into the curve of his neck.

"Stop starin' at meh," she mumbled sleepily. "It's creepy."

Logan smiled, one of his hands caressing her back while the other supported his head. "Sorry darlin', couldn't resist."

"Hmph," she simply replied, not quite awake to make her usual snappy remarks.

The silence reigned for a while, Logan stroking her back absently while Rogue fell back asleep. Besides their own relationship the past year had been dueling, with the hatred against mutants so great that the Mutant Registration Act was a stone's throw away from being initiated.

Magneto and his Brotherhood had been a constant nuisance, its members continually increasing as the hatred continued to spread. They were all on the brink of a war that would surely test all of them to their limits.

But right now, on this lazy Sunday morning, it was only him and Marie. And that he could do.