Stardust

Open House
by Eiluned

Date Finished: 3 July 2003

Archive: Sure, just let me know where.

Disclaimer: They’re not mine, but they like me more than they do Mark Millar.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “Well, I’ll just say we christened almost every public room in the mansion.” In Repair interlude. Ultimate AU, Logan/Jean. 1012 words.

Warnings: Sex in unusual places. Heh.

Notes: You might want to read the other In Repair stories before this one, but if you don’t feel up to it, here are the basics. Take everything after Ultimate X-Men #4 and throw it out the window. Jean and Logan got together, broke up, fought bad guys, and finally got back together after a long separation and lots of angsting. Voila. :) The “incident in the den” refers to my story “S’mores”.
Thanks to Kati for the quick beta read! Mwah! [sends inspiration mojo to RedFenix]

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It started soon after we got home from Santa Fe. Logan would sneak up on me in various rooms in the mansion and kiss me senseless, maybe with a bit of lusty pawing. Yeah, it started out innocent enough, until the s’mores incident in the den. After that…

Well, I’ll just say we christened almost every public room in the mansion.

A few days after the incident in the den, we were sprawled on one of the living room couches. I was reading a cheesy romance novel (hey, a girl’s got to have some mindless entertainment sometimes), and Logan was reading, of all things, Thoreau. I was halfway through a breathless and extremely flowery love scene when he yanked the book out of my hands.

“Hey, what gives?” I exclaimed, vaguely irritated; Angus the Sexy Scottish Laird was about to tear open the corset lacings of Winter, English Noblewoman of the Heaving Bosoms.

My book and Walden went flying over the back of the couch and I found myself pushed against the arm of the sofa, a couple of hundred pounds of horny Wolverine all over me.

“Logan! Mmmmph… Logan, what are you doing?” I tried to ask, but he just slid his tongue into my mouth and his hands under my sweater.

He pushed the sweater up so that my chest was bare, then popped the front clasp on my bra. Needless to say, I was more than a little worried that someone might walk into the room and find me with my sweater around my neck and Logan’s hands on my breasts. But then he tugged on my nipples and nibbled at my bottom lip, and I didn’t give a damn who walked in.

I ended up over the back of the couch with my jeans around my ankles, muffling my cries against a throw pillow while Logan pounded into me. I had a quick, devastatingly good orgasm, and then Logan was coming inside of me, shuddering and groaning against my shoulder.

And of course, as soon as Logan pulled out, he smelled Hank down the hall. I had to dash to the bathroom to clean up while Logan got to sit there and smirk.

—

It didn’t end there, though. Two days after that, I was poking around in the kitchen when he pinned me to the counter, pushed my skirt up and my panties to one side and ate me out. That time, I ended up holding onto the edge of the sink, biting my own hand to keep from screaming. I was honestly terrified that someone would walk in. I mean, the living room tends to be secluded, but the kitchen is traffic central. Everyone knows fourteen and fifteen year olds are little eating machines, so Bobby and Jubilee can almost always be found in the kitchen.

“Lo-Logan,” I gasped, squirming against his hips and bucking against the hand he had between my legs, “someone could come in here–”

“No, they won’t,” he muttered against my ear, thrusting deep and hard inside of me.

“How–ah! How do you kn-know that?” I said, gripping the lip of the sink so hard my knuckles turned white.

He didn’t answer, just sucked on my earlobe and made me come with his fingers on my clit and his cock inside of me.

—

It should have clued me in that he’d started carrying condoms around with him, now that I think about it. I mean, it was very thoughtful of him to use them, so I wouldn’t have to make a break for the bathroom after every quick fuck, but… I should have known he was planning those encounters. Ah well.

After the kitchen came the quickie in the dining room. No, it wasn’t on the table; I don’t even want to think about cleaning that up. Ugh. He was parked in one of the chairs an hour or so after lunch, and when I came in to see what he was doing, he grabbed me, pulled my pants off and made me ride him. Uh-huh, he made me do it.

Okay, it didn’t take that much persuasion.

And then came the library. The real library, with books and periodicals, not Professor Xavier’s Cerebro library. I was looking for another book to read, having finished my romance novel. Logan snuck up on me, put me on my back on top of… god, I can hardly admit it. He put me on my back on top of the professor’s extra desk and screwed me senseless.

While it’s slightly mortifying to think that I got fucked on Professor Xavier’s desk, that was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.

I think that was when the idea of getting caught was starting to excite me. Just a little.

And after the library came my favorite surprise roll-in-the-hay. We were in the game room, shooting pool. Two a.m. rolled around and Piotr bade us goodnight, leaving me to take over his shots. I was just lining up the 9-ball when Logan swept half of the pool balls to one side of the table.

“What the hell are you doing?” I said. “That would have been a good shot!”

He gave me a particularly smoldering look and pushed the rest of the balls into the pockets. ‘Uh-oh,’ I thought.

He hopped up onto the pool table and pulled me up there with him, tugged my clothes off, then stripped out of his own. I got to be on top that time, and we made love slowly on top of the pool table. Thank God the game room is on the other end of the house from everyone’s rooms. We didn’t even bother being quiet. I just pressed my lips against his and whimpered, coming almost painfully hard. He grabbed hold of my hips and pumped up into me, gasping and moaning and coming.

—

Part of me still can’t quite believe we’re doing this, but hey. It’s fun and it’s proving a very adventurous addition to our sex life.

Next up: the foyer.

End

S’mores
by Eiluned

Date Finished: 12 November 2002

Archive: Just let me know where it’s going, please.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, but they like what I do with them better.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Wolverine’s never had s’mores before. Ultimate X-Men. Wolverine/Jean. 1232 words.

Notes: Sticky sex. I have no idea where this particular plot bunny came from, but I like it. :D Set in the winter after Fragile But Repairable, so it’s In Repair universe. Logan and Jean are happily together after many trials and tribulations. And they need some downtime. :D

Thanks to Deke for the late-night beta read.

—–

“Here,” Jean said, holding out a gooey, half-melted concoction.

Logan stared at her. “What the hell is that?”

Jean rolled her eyes. “You’ve never had a s’more before?” she asked.

Logan snorted and shook his head. “I don’t even know what the hell that is.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she said with a sigh and a quick lick at a drip of chocolate. “It’s a s’more! Toasted marshmallow and chocolate between two graham crackers. Here. Take a bite. You’ll like it.”

Logan looked dubiously at the s’more, which was slowly oozing chocolate onto Jean’s hand. “No thanks.”

“Oh, you spoilsport,” Jean said, taking a bite.

Marshmallow and chocolate squirted out from between the crackers, and Jean squeaked around her mouthful of s’more. “Oops,” she said thickly, chewing and swallowing and licking chocolate off of her wrist.

Logan poked at the logs in the fireplace, stoking the flames until they were crackling merrily again. Jean took another bite and the whole thing fell apart. “Crap!” she exclaimed, pulling the remnants of her s’more from off of her shirt.

Logan snickered. “You know, maybe I will try one of those things.”

Jean glanced up at him. “You’re only saying that because you want to lick it off of my shirt,” she teased, dropping the cracker bits onto a plate.

Logan lay back on the rug, stretching out. “I’d rather suck it off of your fingers, but whatever you want, darlin’.”

Jean crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. “You want some chocolate?” she said, grinning down at him and waving a messy hand.

He reached up and took hold of her wrist, slowly drawing one sticky finger into his mouth. He savored the chocolate and almost-burnt marshmallow, then moved to the next finger, sucking the sugary sweets off of her skin.

She bit her bottom lip and squirmed on top of him, watching him lick her hand clean. His eyes were closed, and he was making little humming noises of pleasure in his throat, clearly enjoying the chocolate and marshmallow conglomeration. His other hand sneaked up to the hem of her t-shirt and slipped under, tracing a ticklish path up her ribs to tease her nipple.

Jean let out a soft moan and scooted backward until her backside was snug against his thighs. He lifted his hips a bit, pressing himself against her, already hard. “That was fast,” she commented, drawing in a breath when his fingers closed on her nipple.

He licked his way down two of her fingers in reply, flicking his tongue against the little web of skin between them. She shuddered and slowly rolled her hips against his erection, smiling to herself when his eyes clenched shut.

His other hand joined the first under her shirt, both cupping her breasts and squeezing them. With a nip at her fingertip, he licked his lips and tugged at the hem of her shirt.

“Wait, we’re in the den,” she said, trying to catch his hands.

“No one else’ll come in,” he replied with a wicked grin.

“How do you know that?”

He pulled her t-shirt over her head and leaned up, sucking briefly on her nipple. “They’re all outside. Chuck’s in the city. No one’s gonna come in. Relax, baby,” he purred. “And take your sweatpants off.”

Despite her better judgment, Jean moved off of him and slid her pants over her hips. He tackled her suddenly, pushing her onto her back on the rug and tugging her pants the rest of the way down. She giggled and pushed at him, unbuttoning his flannel shirt so that she could get her hands on his chest.

“Hey, you’re gonna get chocolate in my chest hair,” he admonished with a grin, propping himself up over her and sliding his hand into her panties. “I think I missed some. Gimme your hand.”

She lifted her hand to his mouth again, letting him lick at her palm while he ran his fingers over her damp sex. His tongue tickled her skin, making her squirm against him. He slid a finger inside of her, making her gasp. “Mmm, you’re wet,” he murmured against her hand, stroking his finger in and out of her a few times.

She moaned, holding onto his arm and moving her hips against his hand. He slid his finger up to tease her clit, rubbing gradually faster and faster until she was writhing underneath him, clenching her teeth to keep from crying out. Logan ran his tongue up her palm and sucked her forefinger into his mouth, biting down lightly and pressing against her clit.

She moaned wildly, shaking underneath him, her short fingernails digging into his bicep. He stroked her clit slowly until she came down from her orgasm, then grinned mischievously. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and pulled her panties off of her legs.

“Are you nuts?” she squeaked, giggling in spite of herself. “Fingering, okay. But–”

“No one’s gonna walk in, Jeannie,” he said. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck you in front of the fireplace.”

“Oh, you’re so romantic,” she said with a laugh, play-kicking at his head.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway,” he purred, dropping his voice to a low rumble.

“You know it, big man,” she replied, reaching down between her legs to unbuckle his belt.

Grinning, he watched her. “What happened to worrying about someone walking in?” he teased, stroking his hands up and down her legs.

She shrugged, secretly enjoying the way his eyes followed the movement of her breasts. “If anyone tries to come in, I’ll just plant a suggestion in their head for them to go brush their teeth or something.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jean yanked his button-fly jeans open and slid her hand inside to touch his cock. He always went commando and she loved it. He groaned, his hands tightening briefly on her thighs. “You want me to get naked, darlin’?” he asked.

Shaking her head, she pushed his jeans down over his hips. “No. Just like this,” she breathed, feeling heat building inside of her.

Logan spread her legs and settled down between them, rubbing his hot cock against her. She reached down between their bodies and got everything into position, then moved her hands up to his shoulders, sliding her hands under his soft flannel shirt. He dipped his head down and kissed her, then slowly sank into her body.

They both moaned, bodies humming with pleasure. Jean pushed her hips at him, encouraging him, digging her heels into his denim-clad thighs. He started a quick pace, thrusting deep and hard. He propped himself up on one arm and stroked her breasts, squeezing her nipples, grinding his hips against her in just the right way.

She gasped against his mouth, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip and meeting his thrusts. He was prickling in her mind, all pleasure and want and utter happiness. Closing her eyes, she let her mind take over.

The second orgasm snuck up on her, and she cried out loudly before she could catch herself. She was past the point of caring, though, when he gave one last, deep thrust and groaned against her lips, coming inside of her.

She fought to catch her breath, giggling when he licked at her cheek. “Mmm,” he murmured. “I think I like those s’mores things.”

End

No Words
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Adult

Notes: Inspired by Bjork’s song “Joga”. Logan/Jean, 616. 100 words.

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“Ssh. Don’t say anything,” she whispered, touching her fingertips to his lips. “I know what you’re feeling.”

He took a deep breath, released it slowly. Held himself still as her lips brushed his. Swallowed a moan when her tongue touched his lips, pushing inside to taste him.

She kissed him deeply, and he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his. Tangled his hands in her long hair and devoured her mouth.

He was glad he didn’t need to speak, because he didn’t think he could come up with the right words.

End

“I miss you.” & “I’ve never done this before.”
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

(Ultimate Logan/Jean)

“I miss you.”

He turned to look at her. “What?” he asked.

“I do,” she said, looking up at the ceiling. “Everything’s happened so quickly lately. It’s like there’s no one to trust anymore.

“And I miss the touch of your body. Having something to find comfort and pleasure in.”

He watched her from the door, speechless.

—–

(616 Scott/Jean) (Yes, I know. Hell just froze over.)

I miss you.

You’ve only been gone… dead for a few days, and I feel so alone, like there’s no one on this earth that knows how I feel. Everyone is walking on eggshells around me.

I miss the little things that I took for granted. I wish you were here.

—–

(616 Remy/Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You just hold on tight to Remy’s hand, chére.”

“But I’m scared, Remy.”

“Dere’s no reason to be, Rogue. Like I said, just hold on to my hand.”

“What if it hurts? I’ve never….”

An exasperated sigh. “It won’t hurt. It’s a rollercoaster, for God’s sake.”

—–

(616 AU Logan/Jean) (takes place just after the Logan-flirts-with-Jean-Logan-fights-with-Angel scene in Classic X-Men #1)

“I’ve never done this before.”

Her voice was soft and frightened, and he reined in his desire. “Don’t you worry, darlin’,” Wolverine whispered, kissing her. “I’ll take care of ya.”

There was no hesitation. Jean nodded and opened her legs to him, letting him settle between them.

She gasped as he pushed inside of her.

—–

(Movieverse Bobby, John, Rogue)

“I’ve never done this before.”

“Oh, come on, John.”

“What if someone walks in?”

“No one’s gonna.”

“Is it gonna feel weird?”

“Yeah, it’ll feel weird at first, but after that it’s cool.”

“Okay.”

(rustling of clothes)

“Oh, wow. It’s really tight!”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

(a door opens)

“Rogue!”

“Oh my GAWD! Why are you wearing my underwear?! Perverts!”

—–

(616 Bobby/Hank) (pre-cat Hank)

“I’ve never done this before.”

A grin full of fangs. “Neither have I, Robert. Consider this newly discovered territory.”

Bobby licked Hank’s belly, rubbing his fur the wrong way, eliciting a deep moan. “You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

Hot mouth slipped over engorged flesh, licking and sucking enthusiastically.

“Oh, you’re definitely doing it right, Bobby.”

Moonlight
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, not me. Lucky bastards.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: The moon rises. Wolverine/Jean. Erotica, Romance, 616. Follows Starlight. 3000 words.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. If it ain’t your cuppa Darjeeling, you might not want to read this.

Thanks to my beta readers Alex, Devil Doll and Meg. This would have been filled with typos and goofy phrasing without you. ;)

‘Thoughts.’
~Telepathy.~

–

From Starlight:

“I love you, Jeannie,” he whispered, kissing her softly.

She smiled against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. “I’m glad you came up here,” she said between kisses. “Now, what say we go back inside?”

–

The moon was rising over the dark line of trees. Jean watched its silver face peek over the horizon as she floated down from the roof. Logan was leaning on his windowsill, grinning at her. He offered a hand, and she took it, letting him help her into his room.

Her feet touched the carpet silently, and Logan immediately pulled her into his arms, his lips seeking hers out. She couldn’t help shuddering. It was as if she couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the fact that she was about to make love to Logan. Her poor mind just couldn’t keep up with her body.

His hands slid into her hair, tilting her head to give him better access, kissing her deeply. She let her hands wander over his shoulders and back, mapping the strong muscles, feeling the way they tensed and relaxed under her touch. He groaned into her mouth when she gripped his ass tightly, pulling him against her body.

He was rock-hard, rubbing against her belly, hot even through their clothes. She pressed herself against his erection, and he pulled his mouth away from hers, his blue eyes dark and hazy.

She leaned closer to him, nipping at his bottom lip, sliding her fingers into his thick hair. She tipped his head back and licked at his neck, pressing her tongue against his pounding pulse, feeding off of the moans and growls that vibrated against her lips.

His skin tasted wonderful. A bit salty, warm and rich, just the way she’d always imagined he’d taste. She licked underneath his ear, biting at his earlobe gently, starting to shiver from the intensity of his thoughts.

Sex for Jean was always immersion. She couldn’t keep her mind shielded, she just couldn’t, and she ended up sharing her lover’s every thought and emotion. Sometimes, it was wonderful, but it was a bit disappointing when Scott started thinking about Danger Room exercises while he was making love to her.

Logan, with the exception of a few random, primitive thoughts about food, was focused entirely on her, so much so that it was almost frightening. It was also arousing beyond belief.

His big hands had slid down her back and were currently squeezing her ass, fingertips teasing the insides of her thighs, almost touching where she wanted it the most, but not quite. Impatience getting the better of her, she skimmed her mouth down his neck and sank her teeth sharply into the tendon between his neck and shoulder.

He growled fiercely, one hand tangling in her hair, jerking her head back. Twisting to the side a bit, he shoved her against the wall beside the window, pinning her there with his body. The thoughts flitting through her mind shifted suddenly, taking on a more feral taste, the urge to mate close to overcoming him.

A strange idea formed in Jean’s mind, probably coming a bit from him, a bit from her. He was waiting for her to submit, to acknowledge his domination over her. She wasn’t quite ready to do that yet.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled up. He grabbed the collar and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor somewhere behind him. Jean ran her hands over the hard, bulging muscles of his chest, fingernails leaving red marks that disappeared right before her eyes.

Logan growled at her, his eyes narrowing, grip in her hair tightening. She responded with a sly smile, fingernails running tight circles around his flat nipples. That, along with a shift of her hips against his, made him moan, his eyes slipping shut for a second. “Jesus,” he muttered.

“Not exactly,” she replied, dipping her head to suck at one rapidly hardening nipple.

He yanked her head back, making her gasp in surprise. ‘Do it,’ he thought, the smirk on his lips telling her that he knew she was in his mind. ‘Say you’re mine.’

She smirked back, arching so that her breasts just barely rubbed against his chest. ~You already know that I am,~ she sent back to him.

His free hand came up and squeezed her breast. “I wanna hear you say it,” he purred, pinching her nipple through the cloth of her shirt.

~Make me,~ she teased.

The sudden *snikt* of his claws extending made her jump. He slid them underneath her shirt and sliced it right up the middle, between her breasts. She watched, fascinated, as the claws disappeared back into his knuckles. God only knew why that turned her on so much. He smirked again, pushing the shredded sides of her tank top apart.

He growled, running his fingers over first one breast, then the other, lightly brushing over her nipples. She moaned, first from his touch and then again from the surge of animal lust that raced through him. “Has anyone ever told you that you have magnificent breasts?” he said, a roguish grin on his face.

“Not recently–oh!” she shuddered when he pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He loosed his grip in her hair and slid that hand down her body, quickly working the button and zipper of her shorts, still squeezing her nipple. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” he said.

Instead of answering, she popped the buttons of his jeans open and pushed them over his hips with her mind, slipping one hand down between their bodies.

‘Oh, my,’ she thought, sliding her fingers over his hard cock, listening to him moan.

He was much bigger than she would have thought, especially for a man his height. She wrapped her hand around his erection, feeling it throb against her palm. He gave a strangled kind of moan at her touch, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing it.

“Say it,” he panted, gasping as she twisted her wrist, stroking him from base to tip.

She just smiled, leaning forward and kissing him hard. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him with a sudden burst of tenderness. She shivered at his soft touches along the small of her back, sighing against his lips.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip.

Jean closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around his neck, stroking him steadily, precum making his cock slick under her hand. He was beginning to growl softly again, his thoughts shifting back toward frenzy. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her frantically.

He slid his hands down under her shorts and pushed them over her hips. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, parting her thighs for his hand. She pulled away from his mouth when his fingers brushed her clit, gasping loudly. ‘So wet,’ he thought into her mind, pushing two fingers inside of her.

She moaned, bucking against his hand. “God, Logan, please,” she whispered, her hand stilling on his erection.

He seemed to gain a bit of his coherency back now that she wasn’t stroking him. Grinning wickedly at her, he bared his teeth. “Please what?” he teased, his voice a low rumble.

She gave an exasperated moan and worked herself on his hand, feeling an orgasm beginning to build deep inside of her. “Please,” she whimpered.

“Darlin’, you’ve gotta tell me what you want,” he purred, pulling his fingers out and sliding them deliberately over her clit.

She moaned. “Logan, please…”

She felt a sudden burst of intense desire from him and caught a glimpse of herself through his eyes, panting and flushed, red hair tousled, eyes shut tightly. He was beyond aroused, his cock so hard that it ached.

Logan pressed his fingertips rhythmically against her clit, and her eyes flew open, locking with his. “Oh, god, Logan, I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “I want you inside of me, please, please, I want to come with you inside me–”

Jean felt his control snap like a rubber band stretched too far. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her off the ground easily, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, shaking almost uncontrollably. He shifted his hips, and she felt the broad head of his cock press tightly against her opening.

God, it was just too much, she was so immersed in his mind, she was drowning in sensation, in his thoughts, his desire, his love, his need for her to submit to him completely.

Jean tilted her head back, baring her throat to him.

“Yours,” she whispered, surrendering.

With a savage, triumphant snarl, he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, at the same time pushing her hips down, penetrating her fully in one hard stroke.

Sharp pain and intense pleasure merged, and she came harder than she ever had in her life. She froze, her sex clenching wildly around his cock, unable to suppress her loud, gasping cries.

Logan began to thrust as soon as she could breathe again, twisting his hips up against hers, licking her throat where he had bitten. “God, you feel good,” he groaned in her ear. “So tight… god, you’re so tight…”

The line between his thoughts and hers had blurred so much that she could hardly tell whose was whose. What he was feeling, the actual sensation of being inside her, couldn’t translate and just came through as raw physical pleasure. It buzzed in her mind, pushing her steadily back toward climax.

“Jeannie,” he murmured against her skin, still licking and sucking at her neck, “God, baby, you feel so good… love you… god, I wanna come inside you…”

Logan pulled his mouth away from her neck, kissing her lips briefly before tipping his head back, eyes slipping shut, reveling in sensation. The bright silver moonlight played across his face, illuminating the muscular column of his neck, casting his features into sharp relief.

He was raw and primal, mindlessly pumping into her, pushing for his own orgasm and yet dragging her along with him. She could feel that the urge to plant his seed deep inside of her was overwhelming him. His moves became shorter and sharper, each hard thrust pushing his pubic bone against her clit.

The familiar haze of a powerful orgasm began to fog Jean’s mind, as the sheer ferality of Logan’s thoughts bled over into hers. Her eyes were locked on his unconsciously bared throat, watching, waiting for the right moment…

‘Mine.’

The thought echoed in her mind; she wasn’t sure if it came from herself or from Logan. Moving like a thing possessed, she bit down on his throat hard enough to draw blood.

Logan’s body convulsed at the sudden flash of pain, and he thrust savagely deep, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back. She felt his cock swell and throb inside of her and a burst of wet heat before the mental waves of his orgasm swept her under.

It was a long while before either of them recovered enough to do anything more than pant and shudder. “Jesus,” Logan muttered, his forehead pressed against her neck.

~Mmm… I can sympathize,~ she sent, too overwhelmed and exhausted to say it out loud.

He smiled and mouthed his way up her neck, taking her lips in a long, tender kiss, thumb wiping away the smear of his blood from the corner of her lips. “You’re a wildcat, you know that?” he murmured against her lips.

She blushed and gave him an embarrassed grin. “Sorry about that,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “Don’t apologize, darlin’. And bite me anytime you like.”

Jean laughed out loud. “Well, at least it won’t leave a bruise…”

This time, Logan looked a bit abashed. “Yeah, I think you’re gonna have a nice one,” he said, running his finger over her neck.

She shrugged as well as she could while being pinned against a wall. “It doesn’t bother me any.”

Logan grinned and slid both of his hands under her ass, pulling her away from the wall and carrying her over to the bed. He shifted inside of her when he moved, and she sucked in a breath. He was still as hard as ever.

“Um… Logan?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” he replied, kneeling on the bed and slowly lowering her to the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her.

“Your healing factor — gasp! — I’m assuming you can recover quickly from… anything?”

He gave her a wicked grin and began to thrust again.

End

Starlight
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 June 2001

Archive: Yes to Alex, Meg and WXF Online. All others please ask first.

Disclaimer: Logan & Jean belong to Marvel, not me. If only I were so lucky…

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sometimes you can see more clearly in the starlight. Wolverine/Jean. 616. 1731 words.

Story Notes: Scott and Jean split up about five months before this story. Also, I’ve ignored the whole “Phoenix wasn’t really Jean” plot line, so Jean has the Phoenix Force still in her. That’s why this is an AU. Jean calls Logan an obnoxious little upstart just before the Phoenix incident. She said, “I have tried to like you, Wolverine — obnoxious little upstart that you are — but for the life of me, I don’t know why I made the effort.”

Author Notes: I felt the overwhelming urge to write some sappy, plotless smut. I’ll get back to the angst and UST soon, I promise, though there will probably be a couple of sequels to this. Thanks to Meg, Alex, KA and Mara for the beta reads. This would have sucked without you girls. ;)

–

“Red? What’re you doin’ up there?”

Jean stretched out on her back, lying on the blanket she’d spread on the roof of the mansion. “Just looking at the stars,” she replied. “Come on up. Have a seat.”

Logan pulled himself out of his window and onto the gently sloping roof. Jean’s arms were stretched above her head, and a pale patch of skin where her shirt had ridden up glowed in the faint light. She gazed upward at the night sky, a small smile playing on her lips. He settled down on the blanket beside her.

“Pretty night, isn’t it?” she said, tilting her head a bit to look at him.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye, pretending to study a constellation. “Yep. It is.”

She looked back up at the sky. “Sometimes, it’s nice to just sit and stare at the sky. It reminds me how small I really am.”

Logan frowned slightly. “Is that a good thing?” he asked.

He saw her grimace. “Sometimes.”

She pointed up at a cluster of stars. “Do you see that group right there?”

“Mm-hm.”

“The D’Bari system used to be right in the middle of that cluster.”

Logan gave up the pretense of not watching her and rolled onto his side, looking intently at her face. “You all right?”

Jean smiled again, but sadly this time. “I’m fine. I just can’t help thinking about that sometimes,” she answered, pulling her legs up and crossing one knee over the other. “I can feel it in my head — the Phoenix. Even though I have control of it, it still clamors to be let loose. It liked snuffing out so many lives. And it’s a part of me, so I guess that means that a part of me liked it, too.”

Logan just watched her for a long moment, then reached out and took her hand in his. Jean turned her head to look at him, an intense expression on her face.

“I haven’t thanked you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For being here for me. I don’t think I could have handled Scott leaving without having you there to listen to me.”

Logan grinned slightly, a little embarrassed. “Well, it’s the least I could do.”

A sly smile curved Jean’s lips. “I knew it. You really are a sensitive guy.”

He snorted. “Do me a favor, darlin’, and don’t tell anyone else. I’m tryin’ to keep up my reputation as an ornery bastard.”

Jean laughed and squeezed his hand, looking back up at the sky. Logan kept his eyes on her, memorizing how her features looked in the faint starlight. She was so beautiful that it made him ache.

“Do you know one of the things that I love about you, Logan?” she said suddenly, and his stomach did a funny flip at hearing her say the word ‘love.’

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“You’ve never judged me. No matter what I did, no matter how horrible it was, you never judged me. You always looked at me as if I was the same person you’ve always known.

“I loved Scott with all of my heart, but it nearly killed me every time he would look at me and cringe. He couldn’t see past the Phoenix once it was there. You never did that. You always saw me. Jean.”

He stroked her fingers with his, feeling his chest tighten. “Jeannie… I’ve always loved who you are. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you for who you are. Nothing you could ever do would change that. And I’m so sorry that Scott couldn’t do the same.”

Jean was quiet for a long time, and Logan wondered nervously if he’d said too much. She had to know how he felt about her. He figured that she’d known it for years.

“I’m sorry I said that to you, all those years ago.”

He blinked, confused. “Said what?”

Even in the faint light, he could see that she was blushing. “The ‘obnoxious little upstart’ thing.”

Logan stared at her for a long moment, then burst out laughing, falling onto his back. Jean sat up, staring down at him in mock-anger. “Hey! I was trying to apologize to you, dammit!” she said.

He wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “Cripes, Jeannie…” he laughed. “I’d forgotten about that.”

She finally cracked a smile. “You bastard,” she teased, poking him in the ribs.

She jumped when he yelped and pulled away, looking at him as if she couldn’t really believe what had just happened. “Tell me you’re not ticklish,” she said, snickering.

“Of course not.”

He obviously didn’t sound very convincing, because Jean started laughing and poked him again. He grabbed her wrists before she could really start tickling him and wrestled her underneath him, pinning her arms above her head.

They both froze, suddenly aware of their position and proximity to each other. Jean shifted, a move that pressed the entire length of her body against his, and he stifled a groan.

She was looking at him intensely again. “So,” she said softly, “how did you know I was up here?”

Logan drew in a deep breath, letting her scent fill his lungs. “I could smell you,” he answered, his voice low and rough.

She shivered and leaned up, brushing his cheek with hers. “I really do love you, Logan. I wish I could have told you that a long time ago,” she whispered.

He bent his head and brushed his lips against hers once, then again. She shuddered heavily when he pressed his mouth firmly to hers, her lips parting beneath his.

Growling softly, he settled his weight down onto her slender body and slid his tongue into her mouth. Her taste made him dizzy with want, and the way she writhed underneath him sent a pulse of desire flooding through him. She licked at his tongue, kissing him with more passion than he’d imagined her capable of — and he’d done a lot of imagining over the years.

She finally broke away, gasping for breath, and he slid his mouth over her cheek. She moaned when he nipped at her earlobe and slid his tongue down her neck, and the sound nearly drove him out of his mind.

The woman he’d wanted for years was finally with him, underneath him, ready to be with him. He doubted that anything else in the world could have made him happier. He released her wrists, sliding his fingers down the soft skin of her arms, moving down her body.

Jean tossed her head back, arching her body, when his hands slid over her breasts and down to unfasten her shorts. She was panting, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and Logan couldn’t remember a time when she looked more beautiful. He slid the shorts off and slowly spread her long legs, settling on his stomach between them.

Logan honestly couldn’t remember a time when he had wanted a woman this badly. But this was the only first time he’d get with Jean, and he wasn’t about to rush things. He started at the back of one of her knees and kissed his way up her thigh, then gave the same attention to the other leg, mapping every inch of skin with his lips, waiting until she was trembling with anticipation before touching his tongue to her sex.

She arched her back again, gasping sharply, and he could smell her getting more and more aroused. It was a scent that he loved, could breathe in all the time. He’d caught hints of it in the past, smelled the want on her every time he’d kissed her, but being this close… Her scent was dizzying. It made him want to surge up her body and plunge inside of her.

Breathing hard, he forced himself under control, and swiped his tongue lightly up her sex again, drawing her taste into his mouth. God, she was so good, everything about her was perfect…

He slowly pushed his tongue as far inside of her as it would go, feeling her muscles clench around it, then pulled back and began flickering it against her clit. She jerked in pleasured surprise, a small cry escaping her lips. Smiling in satisfaction, Logan lifted and spread her legs, pressing them toward her chest, and she grabbed them behind her knees, holding herself open for him. The wantonness of that act, coupled with her soft, desperate moans, nearly made him lose control of himself. He clamped his arousal down tightly. He would make her come before he did.

Sliding one arm under her hips, he pulled her closer to him, pushing two fingers inside of her and licking her clit firmly. She whimpered, keening softly, pushing her hips toward him. He experimented until he found a good rhythm, then slowly increased his tempo until he was fucking her hard with his fingers, flickering her clit frantically.

Jean was moaning desperately, seeming to be grasping at her orgasm, but not quite catching it. Sensing that she was close but not quite there, Logan drew his fingers out and flipped them so that they curved upward, then slid them back inside of her, quickly finding her sweet spot. He pressed against it firmly with both fingers and flicked her clit hard with his tongue.

That did the trick. He opened his eyes to watch her come and nearly lost it at the sight. She cried out loudly once, the sound echoing off of the silent walls of the mansion, then went quiet, bucking against his mouth. Her body was arched, strong muscles tense. She was biting her lip hard to keep from crying out again, but her bright green eyes were wide, staring up into nothingness. She whimpered, jerking convulsively a few more times, the collapsed onto the blanket, breathing hard.

Logan was panting just as hard, his head spinning with the effort of controlling himself. He felt her tugging at him with her mind, trying to pull him back up on top of her, and he slowly crawled up her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her bare stomach.

“I love you, Jeannie,” he whispered, kissing her softly.

She smiled against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. “I’m glad you came up here,” she said between kisses. “Now, what say we go back inside?”

End

Metal
by Eiluned

Date Finished: 17 August 2003

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Marvel’s, not mine.

Rating: Adult

Summary: “She slept soundly, and the moonlight turned her fair skin silver.” Logan/Jean. 616. 190 words.

Notes: I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately. Apparently, it’s bleeding over into my prose.

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She slept soundly, and the moonlight turned her fair skin silver. He touched her bare arm, and his own skin was darker steel, stronger than the pliable silver. He knew looks were deceiving, because she may have been pliable, but she was not weak.

He lay at her side and watched her sleep in the moonlight, watched her beautiful face, her beautiful lips parted, her beautiful eyelashes fanned across her silvery cheeks. He touched her silver skin, felt the velvet softness of it, remembered how it felt pressed against every inch of his steel skin. He touched her and grew hard as steel with the memory, his senses and memory blurring the line between past and present.

His soft moan turned to gold dust in the moonlight, and the dust settled over her silver skin. She stirred, lashes fluttering open, and her dusky silver lips curved up in a smile. She moved against him like quicksilver, and their bodies became molten metal, silver and steel melded together until they were no longer silver and steel. They were flesh and blood, forged to fit perfectly, like a sword in its sheath.

End

Merry Christmas, Darlin’
by Eiluned

Date finished: 24 December 2000

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. I’m just using them to get over my holiday family overload.

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: Mistletoe: blessing or curse? :) Logan/Jean, movieverse. 496 words.

Notes: Happy holidays! Just a short little piece for Christmas.

–

Jean froze just before she stepped into the kitchen. Mistletoe. Someone had hung mistletoe in the archway. And Logan was standing right beneath it.

She made a mental note to kill whoever had decked these halls.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he said with a grin.

She tried to smile back, but she was sure it came out as more of a grimace. It wasn’t that she *didn’t* want to kiss Logan. She was more afraid that if she kissed him once, she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Merry Christmas, Logan,” she replied, trying to look nonchalant about standing like an idiot in the hallway.

He gave her an expectant look. “Did ya need something from the kitchen?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

‘Busted,’ she thought. “Um… well, yes,” she answered,

The eyebrow went up a little higher. “So, why’re you standin’ in the hall?”

“Oh, no reason,” she said, pushing her hair back over her shoulders.

Moment of truth. Maybe Logan hadn’t noticed that he was standing under the mistletoe. Maybe he was just standing there… ‘Guts, Jean. Just walk through the door and into the kitchen. Pretend you don’t see it,’ she told herself.

Courage screwed to the sticking place, she stepped through the archway. ‘Almost there!’ she cheered silently.

She had just stepped into the kitchen (and declared herself home-free) when he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “Aren’t ya forgetting something?” he whispered. “Kissing under the mistletoe *is* a tradition where you come from, isn’t it?”

Jean face him a weak smile. “Yeah, I guess it is,” she replied just as softly.

Logan trailed his fingers over her cheek, making her shiver. “You aren’t scared, are ya?” he teased, his dark eyes twinkling.

“Of course not,” she said, horrified at the breathy tone her voice had taken on.

He slid his fingers back through her hair to cup the back of her head. “So? You ready to uphold tradition?” he breathed against her mouth.

Jean didn’t have time to answer. Logan was kissing her, his soft lips nudging at hers, his tongue gently gaining entry to her mouth. Jean’s knees wobbled a bit and Logan slipped an arm around her, supporting her weight.

God, Jean had never been kissed like that before. Logan’s body was pressed against hers, his thigh pushing between hers. She felt every inch of him as if he were covering her like a blanket. She kissed him, she tasted him, she breathed him in, she lived through his kisses. Her heart pounded so hard that she was afraid it might burst. She didn’t need oxygen; all she needed was to kiss Logan every second for the rest of her life. It was beautiful and terrible and it burned her and she was reborn.

It was just what she had feared.

He slowly disengaged, gulping in air, tilting his head back with his eyes closed. “Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he repeated, touching his lips to hers one last time.

End

Lost
by Eiluned

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Adult

Summary: The thing Jean hated the most about dying all the time was missing her favorite shows. 616, Logan/Jean. 3,059 words.

For dragon_within for the hetfic holiday ficathon.

Notes: dragon_within requested Logan/Jean, Harry Potter or Sawyer/Kate, and I thought, why not try for all three? This isn’t a Lost crossover, honest. It’s not a Harry Potter one, either. Both are mentioned, though, so if you haven’t seen episode 03×06 of Lost, cover your ears and hum really loudly. I hope you enjoy. :) Thanks to my Wenchie for the beta read.

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Of all thing things that sucked about dying-and there were plenty of things to rattle off on that list-the one Jean hated most was missing her favorite TV shows. She’d come back to life once to find that she had missed an entire season of the X-Files, and that had thrown her completely off of her viewing schedule.

Not that she was addicted to television or anything-she would only admit to being addicted to books in mixed company-but she had her favorite shows, and it really irked her to have to shell out too much money for DVDs or hope that Bobby had tivo’d all of the episodes she’d missed while she was dead.

Before her last death, she had gotten terribly addicted to Lost. She had always had a soft spot for science fiction, having grown up watching Star Trek with her father, and Lost really filled the space that the X-Files had left when it got crappy.

And then she died right in the middle of the second season.

It had really pissed her off.

Luckily, she wasn’t the only addict in the X-Men. Bobby and Hank were as hopelessly hooked as she was, and Jean was pleasantly surprised to find that Kitty had come back to the mansion with a raging obsession to rival Jean’s. Even Piotr watched religiously, which surprised Jean almost as much as finding out that he had also come back from the dead.

Jean had actually hugged Kitty when the young woman had produced the season 2 DVD set and mentioned that season 3 was on the DVR in the rec room.

And so Jean had been spending all of her free time catching up on missed episodes. Theories flew back and forth over the table at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, generating rolled eyes from everyone outside of Lost Addicts Anonymous, as Bobby liked to call their little clique.

“What is so bloody interesting about that show?” Emma had asked once, and was promptly drowned out by at least six cheerfully babbling fans.

Everyone not addicted had learned at that point not to invite debate as to the quality and/or interestingness of Lost.

Jean had somehow made it through season 2 without spoiling herself, mostly through judicious-and probably unethical-use of telepathy to get Bobby to shut the hell up about new episodes while she was in earshot.

–

Logan found Jean in the rec room, her eyes glued to the TV, a glass of wine forgotten on the coffee table.

“Dammit,” he grumbled, and the TV appeared to pause itself when Jean turned to look at him.

“What?” she said with an impatient twist to her mouth.

“Hockey game’s on,” Logan said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jean frowned at him. “I think the DVR is recording it. I’m watching Lost.”

“Jeez, you aren’t done with it yet?” he teased. “You’ve been watching it every night for two weeks.”

She made a face at him, and he chuckled to himself, dropping down to sit on the other end of the couch. “You didn’t miss half of two seasons on account of being dead, so hush and let me finish,” she replied. “I’m on the last episode anyway.”

“So, what’s going on?”

Jean stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Logan, I can’t explain three seasons of Lost to you. It’s too complicated. And I can’t believe you live in this house and haven’t seen any episodes.”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen a couple. I know their plane crashed and weird shit’s been going on. Something about a polar bear. Just tell me the most important thing that’s going on in this episode.”

Jean leaned toward him, suddenly so obviously into it that it made him chuckle. “Don’t laugh. Okay, so Sawyer, the criminal guy, Kate, the-”

“The criminal girl.”

“Right, and Jack, the doctor, have been captured by the Others. Jack’s locked in some aquarium room, and Sawyer and Kate are being kept in cages out in the jungle. The main bad guy, Ben, wants Jack to perform surgery on his spinal tumor, but Juliet, another one of the Others, wants Jack to accidentally-on-purpose kill Ben.”

“Okay.”

“Sawyer and Kate are being forced to do hard labor, and this one guy whose wife was killed by another Lostie…er, another person from the crash. Anyway, this guy hates Sawyer for some reason and is looking for any reason to kill him. Kate’s worried because she’s secretly in love with Sawyer.”

Logan laughed. “She’s secretly in love with him?”

Jean gave him a mock-glare. “Yeah. Well, maybe not secretly. She said that she loves him a couple of episodes ago to keep the angry guy from beating Sawyer to a pulp, but she’s trying to play it off now because she’s terrified of screwing up another relationship. This episode’s flashbacks are of her failed marriage. Oh, and there’s a sort of love triangle thing going on between Sawyer, Kate, and Jack. Kate’s sort of bounced around between the two of them for the past two seasons.”

“Ah. So, what’s going on right now?”

Jean looked at the TV, which was paused on a dark, greenish room. “Juliet’s made Kate go and try to talk Jack into doing the surgery on Ben. And Kate’s only doing it because Juliet said the angry guy would kill Sawyer if she didn’t,” Jean explained. “So, do you have enough info to watch without peppering me with questions?”

He smirked at her. “I’m fine, darlin’. You go on and watch.”

Jean unpaused the show without touching the remote-one of the perks of being telekinetic, Logan thought-and Kate started crying.

–

Logan ended up grabbing a book left on the coffee table after a few minutes, not because he wasn’t interested so much as he had no idea what was going on, even with Jean’s quick-and-dirty summary. And so he was thoroughly engrossed in Harry Potter when Jean suddenly leapt off of the couch and whooped.

Logan stared.

“Uh,” he said.

Jean did a thoroughly ungraceful pirouette and flung herself back onto the couch. “YES! Finally!”

She stared disbelievingly at the mystified look on Logan’s face. “Weren’t you watching? Sawyer and Kate just got it on!” she said.

“Oh. Uh, damn. No, I was reading.”

Jean rolled her eyes at him. “They just had an angsty moment and then had hot cage sex.”

Logan had to put the book down; he thought he might hurt himself laughing and didn’t want to mess up some poor kid’s copy of The Half-Blood Prince. “Hot cage sex?” he wheezed between laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry I missed that.”

Jean whacked him with a pillow, laughing. “Shut up! It was great! Finally, after so much tension was built up, they gave into their desires.”

“Now you sound like a romance novel.”

“Okay, fine, they got it on. But it was great. I’ve been waiting for this since season one,” she said, rubbing her hands together with glee.

Jean unpaused the show again and settled back onto the couch, engrossed. Logan, on the other hand, watched her; it was good to see her cheerful, as she had seemed faintly out of sorts ever since she came back. Not that he could blame her, of course. She had come back this time with more power than he’d ever seen her wield; not being a psychic, he wasn’t completely clear on it, but it seemed that the Phoenix was all hers now, and she seemed to be doing a good job at keeping it under control.

The thing that had worried him the most was having her come back to find that Emma had taken up seemingly permanent residence in Scott’s bed. But Jean seemed to be taking that in stride as well. The room got chilly when the three of them were together, but Jean, it seemed, had moved on as quickly as Scott had.

Logan wasn’t going to get his hopes up, though, for anything between himself and Jean. He had pushed her away too hard back when she and Scott were on the rocks. He still wanted her, still loved her, but back then, he hadn’t wanted her to come to him out of a sense of revenge or desperation. So he’d pushed. Lied and said that it would never work between them.

He watched her profile for a moment longer before turning his gaze to the television.

..

“God, I can’t believe they left it off there!” Jean groaned, her head in her hands. “What an evil cliffhanger.”

“Don’t worry, Red. I’m sure they won’t kill off the pretty boy.”

“He’s not a pretty boy,” she retorted. “He’s… rough.”

“A bad boy?” Logan said, amusement coloring his voice.

She stuck her tongue out and laughed. “Yeah, he’s the bad boy.”

Logan slung his arm over the back of the couch. “So, explain something to me. Why do you want what’s her name-”

“Kate.”

“Yeah. Why do you want Kate to go for the bad boy? I mean, doctor versus con man?”

“How did you know Sawyer’s a con man?”

“I said I’d seen a few episodes. Answer the question, Red.”

Jean put her heels up on the coffee table, stretching out her legs. “Well… it’s not like the doctor is the most wonderful guy in the world. He has serious issues, too. And Sawyer’s a bad guy, but there’s more to him than that. There’s a lot more underneath his bravado, but he just doesn’t like to let it show. I suppose I want Kate with Sawyer because… they mesh.”

“Mesh?”

Jean fiddled with the hem of her shirt. “Yeah. They complement each other. Kate’s not a completely good person, either. Jack knows this, and it’s always seemed like he’s judged her for it, even though he cares about her. Sawyer knows, and he doesn’t judge. He accepts her and everything she is.”

Logan appeared to mull over this for a moment. “Good point.”

Jean stared down at her lap for a moment, lost in thought. “Yeah.”

“I’m sure the ‘hot cage sex’ helps, too.”

Jean flung a throw pillow at his head.

–

New Year’s Eve rolled around a few days later, and Jean found herself itching with the urge to escape. Everyone had plastered on smiles and laughter, but underneath the surface, Jean could feel the overwhelming sadness. They were starting a new year without their mentor, not to mention many of their friends. Jean had come back into a very different world.

She slipped out of the back door, shrugging into her coat before stepping out into the chilly night. The sky was still mostly clear, with only a few clouds hovering to the north. Nearly full, the moon hung huge and silver in the sky, its light winning out over the glow of New York City to the south.

The world had shifted while she was gone; friends back from the dead, other friends stripped of their powers, and–on a more personal level–Scott had moved on. Jean had hoped that he would; she had always felt guilty for what happened with Madelyne. It was unfair of her to expect the world to fall right back into place for her, and she had come back this time with no such illusions. She and Scott had spent hours talking, arguing over what should happen between them.

She told him then that she didn’t want him back. Too much had gone wrong, they had both changed too much for it to work.

She had walked away. And he had walked back to Emma.

Jean didn’t pretend that it didn’t hurt, but deep inside, she knew it was for the best.

Wandering across the lawn, she buried her hands in her coat pockets and wished she hadn’t forgotten to pick up a pair of gloves. Her mind tingled a little with someone else’s presence, and she realized that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to get away that night.

“It’s awfully cold out here, darlin’,” a voice said from the shadowy trees, and she walked over to lean against a trunk beside Logan.

“Yep,” she replied, tilting her head back to gaze up through the leaves.

“Felt like taking a walk?”

Jean sighed, her breath fogging in the cold air. “It’s harder to keep everyone else’s thoughts out now,” she said. “And everyone’s so sad, even though they’re trying to hide it. I just couldn’t take anymore. I had to get away from everyone for a while.”

Logan pushed off of the tree. “Do you want me to leave?”

Reaching out, Jean took hold of his sleeve. “No,” she said. “You don’t have to. I… don’t want you to go.”

He nodded and rested his hand against the tree beside her, his body distant but curving around hers. Jean smiled a little; she couldn’t help being reminded of when he had first joined the team. He pushed and flirted and put himself in her space, anything to provoke a reaction. He wasn’t doing that now; his pose was more protective than anything, but he was still provoking a reaction.

No matter how much she had resisted back then, she had always wanted him. And over the years, when he had been torn apart, had torn himself apart and put himself back together, she had fallen in love with him. She had never acted on it; her sense of loyalty to Scott was too strong, but it had always been there, buried far from the front of her mind. She had only kissed him once; he had kissed her a dozen times, at least, but only once did she reach out to him. He had pushed her away, said something that neither of them believed, and the more she thought about it, the more grateful she was.

When she kissed him again, she didn’t want anything standing in her way. No anger, no guilt, no betrayal, just what they both felt.

Sliding her fingers into his hair, she kissed him.

It was a brief kiss, but not a chaste one. She parted her lips against his before pulling back, letting out a shaky breath. His surprise tickled her mind, along with a warm brush of desire.

“What was that for?” he breathed.

Jean let out a breathy laugh, wondering if he’d gone back and watched that episode of Lost again to see what he’d missed. “Because I wanted to kiss you,” she said softly.

He made a noise in the back of his throat, a soft growl that made her skin tingle a little. “Well… do you want to kiss me again, or am I going to have to kiss you this time?” he rumbled, and she laughed again, stepping closer to him.

His arms slid around her waist, and she pressed her body against him, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. She brushed her lips against his, teasing herself as much as him, holding back from the hard, deep kiss she knew was coming until they were both practically trembling with anticipation.

Logan broke first, sliding one hand to the back of her head and slanted his lips against hers, pushing his tongue past her lips. She met him move for move, kissing him back the way she wished she always could have, pressing as close to his body as she could.

They finally broke apart, breathing hard and fast. “Jeannie,” he whispered, spreading his fingers over her back as if he wanted to touch all of her at once. “Are you sure? I mean, there’s a lot of stuff that I remember now. Stuff that ain’t pretty. I’m… I’m not a good guy.”

“Do you remember what I said to you before I died on Asteroid M?” she asked quietly.

He tried to look away, but Jean cupped his face in her hands, making him look her in the eye. “I said that it doesn’t matter who you were. What matters is who you are now,” she said. “You control yourself.”

“I keep falling back, Jeannie,” he murmured.

“Don’t we all?” she replied gently. “Look who you’re talking to, Logan. I know a bit about losing control of myself, too. But does that make me a bad person?”

He looked at her for a long moment. “No. It doesn’t. Because I know you, Jeannie. I know who you are inside.”

“And I’d like to think that I know you pretty well, too, by now,” she said with a smile. “I said I could never hate you because-” she took a deep breath “-I couldn’t say anything else then. But I can say it now.”

He leaned in and kissed her gently. “You don’t have to, darlin’,” he whispered against her lips.

He lifted his head suddenly, looking back toward the mansion. “They’re all cheering. Must be midnight,” he said.

“I can’t think of a better way to ring in the new year,” she said with a grin, then gasped when he pressed her back against the tree.

They kissed long and slow, until Jean felt like her body was overflowing with warm, comfortable desire. She’d been pressed against him before, but this time, knowing that nothing was going to stop them from pressing up against each other naked as soon as they could get to a bedroom, it was a million times better.

“Mmm, c’mon. Let’s go inside, darlin’,” he murmured, nuzzling her cheek.

Twining her fingers with his, they walked across the lawn together, shoulders brushing together comfortably. “Hey, Logan?” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, you know.”

She watched him grin from the corner of her eye and smiled to herself.

“It’s too bad the Danger Room doesn’t work anymore,” Logan said, and she gave him a curious look.

“Why is that?”

He shrugged lightly. “I’m sure it had a jungle cage programmed in there somewhere. You really seem to like the idea of hot cage sex–”

Laughing, he let her tackle him to the damp grass, pulling her hips against his and kissing her. “Wouldn’t you rather do this inside?” he teased. “I’m a tough guy and all, but it’s pretty cold?”

“Mmm, good point,” she said with a grin. “Hot bed sex sounds even more appealing than hot cage sex.”

End

Flashes (10.18.01)

by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, not me. Making money I am not.

Rating: Work-Safe

Description: Ultimate X-Men. Fluff. Wolvie/Jean.

Notes: Flashes are little snippets of life, focusing on various members of the X-Men, but mostly Wolverine, Jean Grey and Gambit, in all of the X-Men universes. There is no real continuity in Flashes; they are simply my way of getting little scenes in my head onto paper. :) If there’s any kind of shipperyness, it will be indicated in the description.

Feedback is cherished. :)

–

I love kissing Logan. He doesn’t seem like a kissing kind of guy, but he could do it for hours. He loves it.

All kinds of kisses. Soft, gentle ones. Hard, probing ones. Little nibbles. Deep ones where I almost lose myself in him. Feathery kisses. He likes to trail those all over my body, chuckling when I squirm.

I’d never, *ever* have pegged him as a romantic guy, but this kissing fetish makes me suspicious. Eh, he’d just deny it anyway.

“Mmm… c’mere,” he says and proceeds to kiss me senseless.

End