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Em gets the blame for this. Not me at all for being easily coerced. Or very easily bored. Or amused. It’s her fault. Really.

Almost everything is Em's fault! Especially everything fic related.

Yes. Because this? Resulted from Em begging for amusement.

He picked up the bottle from the countertop. Vanilla Hazelnut.

What the hell was he doing thinking about a bubblebath? Had he completely lost his mind?

I’m wondering if I’VE completely lost my mind.

But in such an *inspired* way... ;)

"I don't care what Marie says. I *will* feel like less of a man if I use this smelly crap."

But he had promised, and he didn't feel right letting her down. He couldn't just dump the bottle out, because she would know he didn't take the bath and she would know this because he would still smell all Logan-y, not like vanilla hazelnut crap.

He turned around to the tub and began running the water, testing it to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold, but just right.

And when the hell did he start talking like a golden haired snoop? He figured he would just add it to the list of things to blame Marie for, which also included this damn bath. Bath. Shit.

I think I had just seen my little cousins and had children’s stories on my brain. And I always thought Goldilocks was an idiot.

He turned around to check the water. It was too high to add more bubbles. Grumbling, he let some water out and began adding the bubbles.

***
Three hours later

I thought that by now, he’d be all pruney, but I’m ignoring that and thinking that he’d still be nice and solid and smooth.

'Cause of the HOT.
***
"Sugar? You still in there?"

"Umm. No."

"Can I come in and grab Flea's rubber ducky?"

Every time I typed "Flea" I pictured Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don’t think that was the image I should have been shooting for.

LOL! That's who I kept picturing, too, only I had the unfortunate Sock Poster in mind. ::shudder::

I need smelling sauce!

"Umm. Just a second. I don't want you coming in here yet."

Marie, with a puzzled look on her face, opened the door slowly to see what Logan's problem was. She opened her mouth to ask if he even saw the ducky, but the sight that she was greeted with in the mirror horrified her.

::snorgle:: LOVE her reaction.

Logan. Big, strong, manly, growly, HOT Logan.

Projecting my own opinions, much?

Sitting in a bathtub overflowing with bubbles.

That wasn't the scary part.

His hair had been fashioned into a 1970s bubble afro.

Too much I Love the 70s. I’m waaaaaaay too easily influenced by my television viewing habits.

Yeah, but picturing PointyHaired!Logan with a bubble-afro? *Hysterical.*

Okay, now I’m picturing Logan as the Pointy Haired Boss from Dilbert. Wrong. Happy thoughts, Lu. Cage fighting. Arms. Belt buckle. Okay. Much better.

That wasn't the scary part, either.

What frightened Marie most of all was the rendition of "Rubber Ducky, You're the One" that Logan was presently singing into her backscrubber, while gazing at Flea's prized rubber duck.

One of the guys I used to work with, who was very big and teddy bear-esque used to sing this all the time and he sounded like Ernie. I had just gotten an email from him and was thinking I am so glad I’m out of that hellhole.

Surprisingly, it was a lovely rendition of the song. She never knew he could sing. She wondered if he could dance, as well, and if those were the only secrets he was hiding from her.

Make mental image of WetNakedRubberDuckyHolding!Logan prancing around bathroom like Hugh-Jackman-as-Peter-Allen STOP! Make it STOP! :)

If only I could write a Broadway!Logan fic. Then I don’t think I could ever show my face again. Because the character assassination? Would be unforgivable.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Marie screamed as she turned to face Logan in the tub.

I think if I were her, I'd be poking my eyes out with my toothbrush. ;)

"Well, you said to try the bubblebath. I didn't know they could be so much fun!"

"I *told* you that you would enjoy it."

Marie is a wise, wise woman.

"But you know what would make this better?"

Marie raised one eyebrow warily. "No, but I'm afraid to ask."

Logan grabbed Marie's hand and pulled her into the tub.

"You."

And we end it here, thus saving me from having to write anything else.

Yes, but an oddly satisfying ending... 'cause even if he's got a bubble afro on his head and a rubber ducky in his hands, I'd jump into a bath with Logan. :)

As would I.

END

Thanks! Sorry I’m not all that funny :)

Lu, sweetie, have you READ this story?? ;)

Aww. Thanks :) And thanks for the commentary- you rock :)