Stardust

Waking Up
by Alex SisterWolf (alexsisterwolf@yahoo.com) &
Eiluned

Date finished: 11 October 2001

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. We just have loads of kinky fun with them.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Unapologetic, plotless smut. Oh, you want a real summary? Um, well, Jean watches Wolvie wake up. Smut ensues. ;) 1159 words.

Notes: This came about whilst chatting on AIM. First I (eil) started talking about how cute Wolvie would look while waking up in the morning, then it just deteriorated. ::grin::

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There’s nothing like watching Wolverine wake up after a long night of hard sex.

He rolls onto his back and stretches like a cat, yawning and rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. I smile and rub his belly, then lean over and nibble at his hipbones.

He’s ticklish, by the way. But he’ll never let on. Unless you get him when he’s half-asleep. Then he laughs and laughs and laughs, and tries to wrestle you to the mattress to make you stop.

Which he’s doing to me now.

He holds my hands in one of his, and tickles me with the other, and rubs my neck with his stubble until I’m begging for mercy.

My only defense against beard burn is to lick his ear, because that distracts him too much to keep torturing me. A little bite on the earlobe now and then. That really distracts him. The natural progression from there is to move down and start sucking at his neck right below his ear. The little spot that makes him squirm and moan.

Then, his fingers move from tickling me to playing with my nipples. He grins down at me with that devilish glint in his eyes.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?” I say with a wry grin.

“Never.” And he kisses me, hot and wet, until I’m panting.

He rolls on top of me and I part my legs, letting him settle comfortably between my thighs. He rubs the head of his penis against my clit, circling his hips, teasing me with light touches. “God, you’re wet,” he murmurs against my neck, tongue darting out to tease my skin.

I trail my fingers up his back, feeling the muscles bunch and coil under the skin, fingertips whispering over his skin gently, lightly, and then dig my nails in just the way he likes it, dragging my hands down his back, feeling his entire body tense as he sucks in a deep breath.

He growls softly, shifting his hips so that the head of his cock presses against my opening. “Are you ready, darlin’?”

In response, I raise my head up from the pillow and take his mouth in a deep, sizzling kiss, rubbing my tongue against his.

With a deep, growling moan, he presses his hips down against mine, pushing himself deep inside of me, as far as he can go. I gasp as I feel him sinking deep inside me, filling me. My legs slip up around his hips and pull him even closer, closer, as if we could become one.

I let my head fall back on the mattress, eyes locked on his face, which is twisted into a lovely grimace of pleasure. He starts thrusting slowly, and I recognize the rhythm he’s setting. He must be feeling impatient.

I lock my hands behind his shoulders and hold on for dear life, knowing that this will be a wild ride. His thrusts are long, slow, but they have a force behind them that rocks the bed back against the wall.

I can’t help giggling when I realize that the noise will wake up whoever’s in the next room. “What’s so funny, girl?” he growls, thrusting hard.

My giggle turns into a moan. “Just thinking that–” He thrusts hard again and I suck in a gasp of air.

He grins down at me. “Yeah? Thinking what?”

“That whoever– Ah!” I cry as he thrusts in again.

“Having trouble talking?” That devilish glint is back in his dark eyes.

“No, I… Uhhhh!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be talkin’ right now, hmmm?”

“I– uh! guess not…”

He kisses me hard, his tongue pushing against mine, then he draws away with a wolfish smile. “Shut ya up.”

He’s being a little too cocky about this, I think hazily. Definitely should break his control a little. Definitely.

So the next time he strokes in, I simultaneously clench down on him and bite his collarbone. Hard.

He moans so loudly I’m sure everyone on this floor of the Mansion heard him. “Jesus,” he groans, propping himself up on his forearms.

“Shut you up,” I tease, thrusting my hips up against him. “Now get down to business, Wolvie.”

He smirks down at me and swivels his hips a few times, hard, the way that makes me close my eyes and shudder in pleasure. Then apparently he decides play-time’s over. He slides his hands under my shoulders and buries his head in my hair, starting a hard pumping that’s going to pull me over the edge in a couple seconds.

“Oh… oh… ohGODLOGAN… I’mgonnacome!” I cry out, fingernails digging into his muscular ass.

The pleasure is blinding. It sucks the breath out of my lungs and makes my whole body contract. If I’ve ever had this powerful of an orgasm before, I definitely can’t remember it.

He starts growling, a low rumbling through his chest, as I feel his fingers clench and tighten on my shoulders. The aftershocks of orgasm are still rolling through my body, but I can feel another one approaching as his pumping picks up speed.

“You gonna come again, baby?” he pants, then shifts his hips so that each thrust rubs against my G-spot.

My eyes practically roll back into my head. Speech is completely beyond my abilities now, but I answer him as best I can by moaning and crying out loudly. It feels like a freight train is roaring through my body, building up speed, building up and up and up and up– and then suddenly everything explodes and I scream, feeling him gasp and shudder as my climax triggers his. He growls and bites my shoulder as he pumps into me once, twice, and then he collapses onto me, gasping for air.

It takes a long time to come down, but I finally notice that someone is pounding on the wall. “Keep it down, will ya? ‘Less you’re gonna invite Gambit next time!” Remy shouts through the wall, and I burst into giggles.

Logan’s still on top of me, and it’s starting to get heavy, but I relish the feel of his penis still inside me. He lifts up his head from my shoulder and grins at me. “Was that what you were trying to tell me, darlin’?”

I press my face against his shoulder, grinning. “Something like that. So, you think we should invite him next time?” I say with a laugh.

He quirks an eyebrow at me and chuckles. “You sure you’d survive the experience, darlin’? ‘Cause it sounded like you were about to die on me a few minutes ago.”

I lay my head back and quirk an eyebrow at him, pretending to think hard. “Hmmm… well… I dunno… I think if we took a lot of breaks (with me, I mean, you two could keep going) I’d be fine.”

He grins. “Got an advantage over the two of ya…” he whispers into my ear. “Healing factor.”

End

Torn at the Seams
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 June 2001

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine. But if they were, Wolvie would walk around in tight cut-off jeans all the time. 689 words.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Hot weather, ripped shorts, and telekinesis.

Warnings: Some sexy talk. :)

Notes: Response to Rockycat’s swimwear challenge in the Cage. ::grin:: Huge thanks to Alex for the shorts idea and the beta. Here’s to tight cut-offs. ;)

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“Storm! Ororo! Get over here!”

Jean hopped up onto the kitchen counter, practically pressing her face against the window. Ororo laughed at the sight her friend made. “What are you staring at?” she asked.

Jean just pointed frantically in the direction of the pool, so Storm pulled herself onto the counter beside Jean and peered outside.

And her jaw nearly hit the counter.

Wolverine was alone beside the swimming pool, puttering around with some of the cleaning equipment. There was nothing particularly unusual about that in itself, except that he was doing it in an indecently short pair of cut-off jeans. Obviously, as it was Logan, with no underwear.

He bent over to retrieve a net, and both women squealed like teenage girls at a boyband concert. “Oh, my god, did you see that?” Jean exclaimed, waving her hands around frantically. “I think that was his…”

“My goddess… I would never have imagined that Wolverine would be so… well endowed. He is of very short stature…”

“And he’s not even hard… Can you imagine…”

“Wait, he is bending over again…”

They watched him lean over the pool, pulling the net across the surface of the water, their heads turning with each move, looking remarkably like a couple of penguins following a flashlight. His muscles bulged, and the sweat on his skin glistened in the sunlight. Jean swooned, leaning against Ororo. “Wow. Look at those muscles…” she whispered.

“Now, now, Jean. You are taken. I am not.”

“But I can still fantasize.”

Ororo pretended to think about that for a moment. “All right. But we must share him.”

Jean cracked up, then squealed again when he bent to pick up a chlorine tablet. “He has the nicest ass…” she murmured, unconsciously tugging at her shirt.

“Look at those thighs…” Ororo added, sounding more than a little dreamy.

“Can you imagine wrapping your legs around those?”

They both dissolved into girly giggles, drawing a strange look from Nightcrawler, who was passing by the kitchen.

“Do you see that?” Storm said suddenly, pointing obviously at Logan’s ass. “There’s a hole right on the seam…”

“You have eyes like an eagle, woman,” Jean replied, squinting. “Wait… I can see it!”

A particularly evil grin split her face, and Ororo couldn’t help feeling a bit wary. Jean rarely got that look on her face, but when she did, all hell usually broke loose soon afterward.

“Watch this,” she said.

Her forehead creased in concentration, and Logan’s shorts suddenly ripped from crotch to waistband right up the back. Storm nearly choked laughing. “The many uses of telekinesis…” she snickered.

“What an ass…” Jean replied.

They could hear him cursing through the window, but what he did next neither of them expected. Instead of wrapping in a towel or otherwise doing something to cover his very naked bum, he shucked his shorts and tossed them onto a lawn chair.

“Omigod, he’s naked,” Jean said, her eyes huge. “Naked. Omigod, omigod, omigod.”

“Good Goddess…”

Logan cussed at his shorts a few more times, then picked up the net again. “Tell me he’s not going to clean the pool naked,” Jean murmured, staring.

“I believe he is…”

“Holy shit…”

They watched him in dumbfounded silence for a moment. “I wonder if he will turn around soon,” Ororo commented, and Jean burst into giggles again.

“Well, we’ll certainly get an eyeful of that. Scott would have a conniption fit if he saw this–”

“If I saw what?”

Both Jean and Storm skittered off of the counter like a couple of startled cats, knocking a stack of plates to the floor. The plates shattered with a loud crash, and Ororo bolted out of the kitchen.

Scott was staring at Jean as if she’d grown a second head. “What on earth was that about?” he asked.

“Nothing. Gotta go,” she stammered, and tore out of the kitchen on Storm’s heels.

Scott looked at the shards of crockery on the floor and huffed. “And they didn’t even clean up this mess.”

–

Logan heard the crash of dishes and grinned slyly. Maybe he could get Gambit with the ripped cut-offs trick…

End

Top
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Logan likes Jean on top. 616. 1063 words.
smut_69 prompt 47: “top”

Notes: The first PWP I’ve written in a long time, so any feedback would be welcome. If it sucks, I apologize in advance. Just trying to get back into the swing of things. ;)

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Jean sat on the edge of the bed and started to lie back, but Logan caught her wrists. “No, darlin’,” he breathed. “I want you on top. I want to see you.”

He took her place on the mattress, stretching out, and Jean felt her mouth go dry at the sight of him. Their clothes had come off somewhere between the door and the bed, but she had been pressed against him so tightly that she hadn’t had a good look at him. Kneeling beside him, she let her eyes rake over his body, from the corded muscles of his legs up his narrow hips, lingering on his hard cock before sweeping up his cobbled stomach to the big muscles of his chest.

His eyes were dark with want when hers finally met them. “God, I want you,” she breathed.

She started to straddle his hips, but he caught her again, by the hips this time, and tugged her forward. “Ride my face, darlin’,” he said. “I wanna taste you first.”

A shudder slipped through Jean’s body, and she brought her knees to either side of his head, biting her lip hard as he gazed up her body. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs to her backside, fingers digging into firm flesh, and she moaned when his hot breath brushed against her clit.

“Touch yourself,” he whispered, licking a long, slow line up her sex.

Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her breasts, cupping them lightly. Logan groaned and licked her again, dipping his tongue inside of her briefly. “God, you taste so good,” he murmured, pushing his tongue into her pussy. “Pinch your nipples, baby.”

“Oh god,” she sighed, squeezing her hard nipples between her fingers.

His tongue was a wondrous thing, she thought hazily, gasping as he flicked it against her clit. She could feel an orgasm building in her body, making her flush and shiver and moan, and just when she thought it would break over her, he took his mouth away from her flesh and pushed against her hips. “C’mon, Jeannie, ride me,” he growled. “I want to be inside you when I make you come.”

She groaned in frustration, but knew it would be so much better that way, to clench down on his cock the first time she came with him. With limbs made clumsy with desire, she crawled back until she could feel the heat of his erection against her. She rubbed her clit against the head of his cock, and he made a guttural noise in his throat, sinking his hands into her hair and kissing her hard.

Reaching down between their bodies, she wrapped her hand around his cock and swallowed down his moan, pressing up when he tried to pull her hips down. “Mmm, wait for it,” she murmured against his mouth, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

“Jesus, I can’t wait much longer, Jeannie,” he growled, and she laughed lightly.

Pushing himself up on one elbow, he caught her lips in another rough kiss and slid his free hand around her hip, up to squeeze her breast. “Ohh, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that,” she panted as he teased her nipple.

“That’s kinda the point, Red,” he replied with a grin. “C’mon, baby. Ride me.”

She tilted his cock up and slowly sank down onto it, her breath hissing in through clenched teeth at the feel of his hard cock stretching her open. “Jesus, you’re so tight,” Logan groaned, falling back onto the mattress, his eyes locked between her thighs.

Sliding down all the way, she wiggled her hips from side to side, savoring the feel of his cock inside her. He was the perfect length, just thick enough to make her wait out the burning stretch, and the coarse hair at his groin tickled her clit.

Bringing both hands up to her breasts, he rocked his hips underneath her, encouraging her to move, and that little thrust felt too damned good for her to even think about teasing him anymore.

She moved her hips, feeling his cock slide in and out, pushing in deep, sliding back out until just the broad head was caught in the mouth of her cunt only to slide back in again. He played with her nipple, flicking his fingertip over it until she thought she would scream, and his other hand held her hip, his fingers biting into her as he guided her hips against his.

Her body began to tense again, and she steadied herself with her hands on his hard stomach. He stared up at her, and she felt herself flush under the intensity of his gaze; it felt like he was trying to memorize her by sight, and she was suddenly possessed by the urge to memorize his body by touch. She stroked his chest, rubbing his hard nipples with her palms, sliding her fingers over the straining muscles of his biceps, bringing both of his hands to her breasts.

“Touch me,” she gasped, rocking her hips against his.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Wanna see you come on top of me…”

He bent his knees and planted his feet against the mattress, thrusting up into her until his balls were pressed against her ass. When he squeezed her nipples, she came hard, clenching down on his cock and shuddering helplessly. Her fingernails dug into his forearms, but the little flashes of pain just spurred him on. Dropping his hands to her hips, he thrust up into her, grinding his hips between her legs, and Jean realized that she was wailing, so lost in pleasure that she could barely hear herself.

Logan thrust twice, three times, and then his body tensed like a bowstring, his teeth clenched but his eyes open. She pressed her hips down onto his, pushing him into the mattress, and he gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, groaning helplessly as he came in long, hard spurts inside of her.

When the pleasure finally receded, Jean found herself shaking and weak. She collapsed down onto his chest, stretching her legs out to the sides of his, and pressed her face against his neck. “Oh god, Logan,” she breathed, trying to slow her pounding heart.

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight against his body.

end

Sweeping Exits
by Eiluned

Date finished: 27 December 2001

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. Obviously.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Last moments in a prison cell. Wolverine/Jean. 1552 words.

Warnings: Main character death. Lots and lots of angst. Some sexual content. Unhappy ending.

Notes: Partly inspired by the cell scene in X-Factor #61, though it doesn’t take place then. Also inspired by my crappy, post-holiday mood. Ah, catharsis fic. I really had to fight a happy ending on this one.

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“I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don’t have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let’s do some living after we die”

The Rolling Stones, “Wild Horses”

–

“I guess this is it.”

Logan looked up from his contemplation of the cell’s cold floor. Jean was curled up in a corner, knees drawn up to her chest to try and conserve some body heat, staring listlessly at the steel door. “Why do you say that?” he asked, even though he didn’t really feel like putting on an optimistic face.

She gave a short, humorless laugh. “Why shouldn’t I say that?” she replied bitterly. “Look at us. Look at where we are. The rest of the team is dead. Neither of us has our powers. And the next time that door opens, we’re going to end up with bullets in our skulls. This is it. We’re dead.”

Logan pushed his hands back through his hair. He knew what she was saying was true, but he didn’t want to accept it. “Never thought I’d go like this,” he said darkly. “I always wished I’d die fighting. But now? Now I get to bite it in some goddamn prison for mutants. I can’t even pop my claws ’cause I’ll bleed to death.”

“Why not do it? Wouldn’t you rather die on your own terms?” she asked.

Logan stared at his hands for a long moment, wondering how it would feel to bleed to death. “Because that would leave you here alone, and I’m not gonna do that,” he answered.

The bitter smile was back. “You don’t think I’d be able to figure out a way to kill myself?” she said. “If you popped your claws, I could just cut my wrists with them.”

“Jesus Christ, Jean–”

She rubbed her eyes. “Sorry. I… I’ve never really thought about suicide before. Not seriously, anyway, no matter what kind of situation I was in. But this–” she waved her hands around at the cell “–there’s no way out of this. We’re hundreds of feet underground. This time, there’s no one to come to our rescue. Our X-genes have been neutralized, and I don’t know if our powers will ever come back, even if we survive this. Even if we don’t have our powers, we’re still mutants. The Pro-Human regime wouldn’t ever leave us alone. Life wouldn’t be worth living.

“It just… it just seems like death is the best option. And I don’t want to die looking down the barrel of a government gun.”

The cell was silent for a long time, but there was an air of agreement. “So,” Logan said finally. “We’re dead.”

“I guess so.”

“I’m sorry if I ever gave you any grief, Jeannie.”

She looked at him curiously. “Why do you say that?”

He ran his hands through his hair again. “We’re dead. Might as well get everything straight between us.”

She nodded slowly, rubbing her arms through the sleeves of her shirt. “Okay. I’m sorry I never came to you after Scott was killed.”

Logan looked at her sharply. “Jean. It never would have worked–”

“You don’t know that,” she cut him off. “No one knows that. I’m just sorry that I never tried. I always cared about you, more than you’ll ever know. I loved Scott, but toward the end, it wasn’t a marriage anymore. I wish I would have gotten out of it and learned to stand on my own two feet. I regret that more than anything.

“But I want to thank you for rejecting me.”

He gave her a surprised look. “Why?”

She was watching him sadly. “Because… I never would have been able to forgive myself if you hadn’t. I wanted you, but I was just lonely. I would have been using you. I was being selfish. I would never have wanted to use you like that.”

“I knew that.”

Tears that he hadn’t noticed spilled over her eyelashes and trailed down her cheeks. “You did?” she said.

“Why do you think I pushed you away? I knew what you were doing, and I knew that you weren’t doing it to be selfish. You were in a bad place, darlin’. I’d never hold that against you, but I wasn’t gonna let you hurt yourself.”

She covered her face with her hands, and he looked away while she pulled herself together. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

She slowly crawled over until she was sitting beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “If I had come to you after Scott was gone, would you have taken me?” she asked, her voice unsteady.

Logan exhaled heavily. “After Mariko, I never loved anyone more than I love you. I would have taken you in a heartbeat. I just didn’t want to have to let you go, and if I hadn’t pushed you away that day, that’s what would have happened. I lost M’iko. I didn’t want to lose you, too.”

He could see her shoulders shaking out of the corner of his eye, and he turned and wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her face into his shoulder, her arms sliding around him, her tears soaking through his shirt. “God, Logan,” she cried, “I didn’t want it to end like this.”

He slid her over into his lap, holding her tightly. “I know. Neither did I, darlin’.”

After a few more wracking sobs, she lifted her face and slid her fingers into his hair, staring at him intensely. Slowly, so slowly, she leaned forward and kissed him, lips so soft against his. He pulled back slightly to look at her, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips. “What are you doing, Jeannie?” he whispered.

She closed her eyes, tears running down her cheeks. “I… I don’t want to die without ever… without knowing what it’s like–”

He kissed her before she could finish, kissed her hard, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair. She sucked in a surprised breath, then relaxed into his embrace, her mouth opening under his, tongue sliding against his. He shifted her until she was pressed completely against him, her legs straddling his hips.

They kissed, hands moving greedily over each other, trying to experience everything there was to be experienced in a split second. He unbuttoned her shirt, but she ripped his open, refusing to waste a precious second. He pulled away from her mouth to gasp when she pressed her bared chest against his. She yanked the buttons on his pants loose next, her cool hands sliding inside to touch him, and he moaned, fingers tightening in her hair.

She fused her mouth to his again, pushing her tongue against his frantically. Everything was suddenly frantic. They didn’t have much time, they both realized. She lifted up off of him and kicked one of her boots off, then squirmed her pants down and off of that leg while he pushed his own trousers down over his hips.

When she settled back down against him, Logan hissed with pleasure. She was hot and wet and soft, so very soft. Holding her hips, he shifted her up, then down onto his erection, pushing her down until he was fully seated inside of her.

“Oh god!” she cried softly, her head falling back.

Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her mouth back to his, pulled her body against his until they were pressed together as closely as they could get. Holding her waist, he lifted her and pushed her back down, encouraging her to move. Licking at his tongue, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and started moving, meeting his thrusts.

Neither of them could last very long. There was too much desperation and not enough time to experience years of unrequited passion. Jean dug her fingers into his shoulders, muffling her cries against his lips, coming with a sob. He growled, pleasure wracking through his body. Crushing her against him, he came deep inside of her, holding her tightly.

After a few breathless moments, Jean slowly lifted herself off of him and pulled her pants back on. “I guess it’s time,” she whispered, buttoning her shirt.

Logan pulled his pants back up automatically, accepting the inevitable but not wanting to think about it. She moved his hands and settled back in his lap, kissing him again. “I know that this is not goodbye,” she whispered, eyes dry but so very sad.

“I’ll see you in the next life, Jeannie,” he replied, squeezing her tightly.

He spread his arms out to the sides and released his claws, felt the sharp, burning pain rip through his hands, felt the sudden, uncontrolled gush of blood. After just a few seconds, he felt the dizzying rush that accompanied blood loss. He’d felt it before, but he’d always recovered. This time, he knew he wouldn’t.

He felt Jean lift his right hand, felt her soft fingers on his skin, felt pressure once, twice on his claws. She sagged against him, the side of her face pressed against his. He could feel warm blood soaking into his clothes, but he couldn’t tell whose it was. He turned his head until he was facing her, pressing his lips against hers gently. “I love you,” she said faintly against his mouth.

“Love you…”

He could hear heavy footfalls in the hall outside of their cell, but he didn’t care anymore. They died on their own terms.

End

Rebirth
by Eiluned

Archive: Yes, but please let me know where it’s going first.

Disclaimer: Jean belongs to Marvel, not me. Alas, alack… a lass, I lack… ::smacks self::

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: What do you do when your world is turned upside down? 300 words.

Notes: Dedicated to Meg. ::hugs:: Thanks to Deke for the quick beta.

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You know, I never really thought about what it would feel like to lose Scott. Yes, I thought I had lost him when he merged with Apocalypse, but I haven’t ever thought about really losing him. As in losing his love, his affection, his attention.

I’ve felt him slipping away for months. He isn’t the same man he was before, and I can accept that. What he experienced was more than enough to change a man. And when he told me he needed time, I gladly gave it. I was so happy to have him back that I would have given him the moon if he’d asked for it. I even gave up sex.

The breakup was a mutual thing. Amicable, if any breakup is amicable. The divorce papers have been filed. We both moved to different rooms. I don’t think either of us could face the prospect of staying in the room where we’d built a life. I’m keeping myself busy with the school; he’s away on missions. We don’t see each other much. I try to ignore the fact that he’s spending a lot of time with Emma.

But something strange has happened to me. It’s like… it’s like my life has suddenly opened up in front of me. Things that I would or could never have done when I was with Scott suddenly appeal to me. I think I’m learning to stand on my own two feet after so many years being part of the ScottJean entity. And it’s glorious. It’s liberating. It’s like a rebirth into a new life.

Sometimes I think this divorce is the worst thing to happen to me, and sometimes it’s the best. Maybe it’s a combination of the two. But I’m doing the only thing I can do.

I’m moving on.

End

Over
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. The lyrics are copyright to Portishead. I’m not making a red cent.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A betrayed Jean discovers that payback isn’t as cut and dry as she’d like it to be. NXM. Logan/Jean. 545 words.

Notes: Takes place during NXM #139. Insert some time between Jean’s telepathic reaming and the end of the issue. Thanks to Kratzee for the inspiration and quickie beta. The song lyrics and title are from “Over” by Portishead.

______

To tread this fantasy openly
What have I done?

Oh this uncertainty is taking me over.
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She had always known he was attracted to her. And she had always been attracted to him, even back when she didn’t particularly like him. And maybe most of all, she wanted Scott to hurt the way he’d hurt her.

Logan looked surprised when she cornered him outside of his room. Was too surprised to try to stop her when she pushed him against his door and kissed him hard.

“Jean, I don’t think–” he started to say, but she stopped him.

“Don’t. No more excuses,” she whispered, pressing her body against his.

When she pushed him down on his bed, she could see the reluctance in his eyes, but it was battling lust, sheer need for her. When she stripped naked, all but the barest hint of reluctance was chased away.

He had always wanted her, she knew. His body responded to the sight of her and her touch, arching into her hands as she undressed him.

And she had always wanted him. She’d wondered what it would be like to feel his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her skin, his cock inside of her. She wondered what it would be like to ride his hips, letting him drive her to climax after climax.

She lowered herself onto his erection slowly, feeling the burn of too many months of celibacy. She thought about the reason for that celibacy, and a sob of guilt caught in her throat.

He immediately sat up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close in his lap.

“My god, what am I doing?” she whispered, letting him cradle her against his hard, naked body. “Is this wrong?”

He stroked her hair, his body tense with the effort of keeping himself still. “I don’t know, darlin’,” he whispered back. “I don’t know about anything anymore. Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head, pressing her cheek against his, feeling the scratch of his stubble. “No,” she replied. “I’m sorry… No, don’t stop.”

She had always imagined sex with him to be wild, like animals, but that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He was gentle and reverent, worshipping her with his hands, thrusting slow and deep inside of her.

She looked into his eyes again and what she saw made her clench up inside, with guilt and pain and longing.

“You deserve more than this,” she murmured.

He simply wrapped his arms around her waist and drove into her, bringing her to orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out his name, sobbing silently at the pleasure and the pain. A few more deep thrusts and he was gasping against her shoulder, coming deep inside of her. He didn’t say a word, but she could feel the words he wanted to say, the words he’d wanted to say to her for years.

She wondered if she’d ever have the opportunity to say them back.

“Why do you think it would never work between us?” she asked softly, curling her body around his, feeling him grow soft inside of her.

He sighed, a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t know.”

“Do you still think it couldn’t work?”

“I don’t know anything anymore,” he repeated, hugging her tightly against him.

“Neither do I,” she whispered.

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.

–

“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:

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