Logan held the pink and blue bottle in his hand. As he read the label he rose an eyebrow “wet together personal lubriacant for him and her? Really ‘Ro?”

She shrugged and her skin darkened slightly “I figured, for something different; we don’t have to if you don’t want to...” she trailed off and had a hard time looking him in the eyes.

He grabbed her by the waist with one hand and kept the two bottles in the other, nipping her neck in the process “I wanna,” he whispered as he laid her down; he opened the pink bottle labeled ‘her’ “this stuff tingles,” he smirked; “let’s see ‘bout that.”

A few minutes later; “Logan?”

“Hmmm?”

“Something is not right, stop! Please?”

He nodded and quickly pulled away, with no hesitations “you okay darlin’?” genuine concern was written on his rugged features.

“I am not sure - tingly went to burning discomfort.”

“Its prolly the peppermint extract.”

She sat up quickly “Peppermint? It said no such thing in the ingredients.”
He showed her the bottle.

“Shit!” she started to panic.

“Ro? What is it? Calm down!”

“Logan, I am allergic to peppermint!”

“So thats why ya don’t eat candy canes at Christmas.”




***FIN***