Logan had nightmares. That was nothing new. He knew that. You knew that. You knew what you were getting into when you moved out of Xavier's Manor and into Logan's cabin.

The reasoning was simple. Rational even, which a few people would argue was not Logan's usual line of thought. But he needed out. Out of the manor, away from the students. Away from the constant grapple for power with Magneto and every other tyrannical band of mutants who thought a war on humans would solve any of the vast list of problems in the world.

So he got away. He packed a bag and his truck and moved out. And you went with him because you'd watched him explain and watched a look almost like desperation cross his face when you took too long to say something back. Packed a bag with nothing but clothes, and toiletries, and a few trinkets from your shelf.

And now here you were. In Logan's bed. Pressed against his side with your head laid on his chest and his arm wrapped around your waist and a hand resting lightly on your hip.

Logan making noises in his sleep were nothing new. He grunted, muttered, talked in his sleep through nightmares. His claws came out during the really bad ones.

But you'd never heard him growl. Not like this, at least. This was low, like an engine idling. It was something closer to a purr than an actual hostile growling.

{Creator note: Come up with whatever reason you want for being awake. ie; A storm woke you, his growling woke you, insomnia/sleep disorder, something to do with a mutation, etc, etc.}