Stardust

“If you’d stop wiggling, I wouldn’t have this problem.” & “You look damn good in that dress.”
by Eiluned

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Archive: Please ask first.

Summary: A couple of 50 word ficlets.

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(Ultimate Logan/Jean)

“If you’d stop wiggling, I wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Wiggling? You mean like this?”

Logan’s eyes rolled back in his head when she rubbed her tight little ass against his groin.

“Do that again, Jeannie, and you’re gonna get it.”

Smiling mischievously over her shoulder at him, she slowly and deliberately did it again.

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(Ultimate Bobby)

“You look damn good in that dress.”

A chorus of snickers met Bobby’s entrance into the den. He swallowed his pride and launched into “I’m A Little Teapot”.

Everyone was howling with laughter by the time he got to, “tip me over and pour me out.”

“Bite me,” he said. “I’m not playing Truth or Dare with you guys again.”

Wicked Game
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 September 2001

Archive: Please ask first. :)

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, but they like what I do with them a lot more. The lyrics and title are copyright to Chris Isaak.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A little sexy music goes a long way. Ultimate. Wolverine/Jean. 1498 words.

Notes: *Not a part of In Repair.* This came about while having a conversation with Alex and listening to ‘Heart Shaped World’. Actually, it started out as this: “Ultimate Wolvie’s sprawled on my couch in a pair of jeans with no shirt, giving me this smoldering look. God, I love what Chris Isaak does to that man.” Chris Isaak does things to me, too. ::grin:: He makes me write semi-songfic. ::shudder:: ;)

Thanks to Alex for the quickie beta read. Devil Doll, I hope this will make you feel better. Consider it payment for those loverly fics you sent me this weekend.

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Logan’s sprawled on my couch in a pair of jeans with no shirt, giving me this smoldering look. Smoldering… hell. I think my panties are about to burst into flames. God, I love what Chris Isaak does to that man.

Everyone tells me I’ve got weird taste in music. I just reply that I’m eclectic. What else would you call someone whose CD collection is comprised of everything from The Eagles to Enya, Linkin Park to Leftfield, Counting Crows to Chris Isaak? Chris Isaak is playing now. ‘Heart Shaped World’, one of my very favorite CDs. It really surprises me that Logan likes it. He usually listens to really hard alternative rock. It has to have something to do with repressed anger. Loud, hard stuff, like Deftones and Type O Negative. It was more than a little surprising when he tossed himself onto the couch and started humming along.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Nope, having him half naked in my room with this sexy music playing isn’t anything close to a problem.

‘The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you.’

He’s watching me like I’m his prey, those deep brown eyes narrowed slightly. He draws in a deep breath, and I can’t help staring at his chest, watching the big muscles rise and fall. He clasps his hands and rests them on his stomach, and I can’t help staring at that, too. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man with as gorgeous a body as him. My eyes trail over that washboard stomach and lower, over his hands and down to the faded material of his jeans.

Don’t drool, Jean. That definitely won’t look very civilized.

‘I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) ‘

Oh, sing it, Chris. Logan’s hands drift apart and down to rest on his thighs, framing his crotch and the rather obvious bulge starting to form there.

Tease.

I shift a little in my chair, trying to get a little friction where I want it. He notices, of course, and a sharp little grin plays across his lips. Lips that I’d really like to sink my teeth into right about now. Fuck civilized.

‘What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.’

He presses his fingers into his thighs, like he’s massaging out some ache in the muscles. I feel my mouth fall open, but I can’t be bothered to close it, or even care. If he’s putting on a show for me… well, I’d better give my full attention. He doesn’t tease often. He’d rather just get down to it. With that healing factor of his, I don’t mind.

Stretching his back, arching it really, he slides his left hand down to just above his knee and slides the right one up to cup his crotch.

I whimper. Damn, I can’t believe I just whimpered, but there it went. God, I hope he’s gonna do what I think he’s gonna do.

‘What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,

I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.’

His eyes never leave my face, even though mine are locked on his groin. He tugs each button on his fly loose excruciatingly slowly, deep brown eyes dark and full of mischief and desire. My hand lifts of its own volition to stroke across my bottom lip. I think that was him, thinking into my head, wanting to see it. For some reason, that turns me on incredibly.

It turns him on, too. I can feel his arousal crackling across the air between us like an electrical arc.

‘The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.’

He finally pulls that last button open, and his hand dips into his jeans. I knew it, I knew it… He hardly ever wears underwear, and he’s definitely not now. He just pulls his cock out of his pants and slides his big hand over it from root to tip. My breath leaves me in a shaky sigh, and my hand moves again, this time to my own lap. I can’t sit here and watch this without touching myself.

That cocky little smile spreads across his lips again, and his eyes darken a bit. I have to physically stop myself from jumping up and tackling him. I want to see just how far his little tease will go.

He lifts his hips up a bit and pushes his jeans down to his knees, giving himself better access and me a better view, then starts stroking himself again. I mentally congratulate myself for never putting anything other than my panties and a t-shirt on this morning. Makes for easier access. I push the crotch of my panties aside and slide one finger into myself.

‘I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you no,’

His hand starts moving faster, his eyes moving down to watch me play with myself. I know that seeing me touch myself is probably the fastest way to drive him out of his mind, and it’s working. I can hear the soft growl starting in his throat, the sound he makes when he’s really turned on.

I pull my finger out and slide it up to my clit, rubbing a few hard circles on it, making my breath catch in my throat. He groans and strokes himself roughly, his hand spreading precum over the thick length of his erection. My mouth is actually starting to water. Good god.

We go on teasing each other like this for a moment, both of us feeling our control slipping through our fingers. I just want to straddle him and take his cock deep inside of me, want to ride him until we both scream. I force myself to stay in my chair and push three fingers into myself, rubbing my clit hard with my palm. I can’t be gentle now. I just want to come, and I want to watch him come, too.

‘I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don’t want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)’

I can feel an orgasm starting to coil deep inside of me, like a spring set too tight. I throw open my mind to him, let his sensations wash over me. God, he’s close, too. He’s pushing himself back into the couch cushions, panting, growling, jerking himself off wildly.

Suddenly, his body stiffens, and he cries out sharply. Thick, white semen splashes onto the sharply defined muscles of his stomach, and I’m moving before I even realize it.

I yank the crotch of my underwear to the side so hard that the seam on one side rips a bit. I cover his hand with mine and tilt his spurting cock forward, then sink down into it. All it takes is a couple of hard bucks, and I’m coming too, clenching around him, fingernails digging into his biceps, back arched, screaming his name.

His fingers dig into my hips, pumping me up and down on him, and through the haze of my own orgasm, I can feel a second one grip him tightly. He howls, pushing me down and thrusting his hips up as hard as he can, pulsing deep inside of me.

‘Nobody loves no one.’

I can finally think straight after a few minutes of moaning incoherently. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, pressing his face against my neck. “Good Christ,” he mutters, twitching a bit and shuddering.

I play with his soft hair for a moment, wrapping a particularly long strand around my pinkie finger. I can feel the cum on his belly soaking into my t-shirt. “You know, I already took a shower today. Now I’m going to have to take another one,” I say nonchalantly, rubbing my face against that silky hair.

He snorts. “Oh, poor you.”

I tug on his hair, and he tilts his head back, kissing me passionately. “Logan,” I murmur against his lips.

“Hmm?”

“Remind me to play Chris Isaak more often, okay?”

End

What It’s Like
by Eiluned

Date finished: 19 September 2001

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel. I’m just experimenting with them.

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Ever wonder what it’s like? Ultimate. Wolverine/Cyclops. 1289 words.

Warnings: Explicit male/male sex. If it ain’t your cuppa joe, you might want to avoid this story.

Notes: Experimenting here. I’ve decided that I like Scott best when he’s slashed. :) And I seem to be on a writing roll. Woo-hoo! Now, to see if I can finish that Logan/Remy slash piece. Feedback would be absolutely wonderful, especially on this piece. I’m curious as to whether this pairing would work. For anyone other than me, that is. ;)

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“Ever wonder what it’s like?”

Logan paused before taking a swig of his beer. “Ever wonder what what’s like?” he asked, although he was pretty certain of the answer. God only knew how they’d gotten into this little bonding session.

Scott was stretched out on the grass, beer bottle in his hand, staring out at the lake. At least, Logan thought he was staring at the lake. He couldn’t see shit underneath that visor, especially in the darkness of the moonless night.

Scott look a long swallow of beer, head tossed back, neck long and muscular. Logan scowled at himself.

“You know what I mean,” Scott said, and Logan smelled a touch of embarrassment on the air.

He couldn’t help grinning wolfishly. “You’ve never…”

Scott sat up suddenly, and the embarrassment grew sharper and blended with a little bit of arousal. “No. I haven’t,” he said, with just a touch of vehemence. “Have you?”

Logan hid his smile behind his beer bottle. “Why do you want to know?”

Scott’s posture grew stiffer. “Curiosity,” he snapped.

“Hey, no need to get all defensive. Yeah, I have a few times.”

Even in the dark night, Logan could see the younger man’s cheeks turn red. “So you’re bi.”

Logan chuckled. “Not really. Don’t like to call myself anything. What’s the point in limiting yourself?”

Scott shrugged. “I don’t know. I mean… well, it sounds right, but…”

“You’re scared.”

“I am not,” Scott snapped.

“Yes, you are. I can smell it on you. You want it, but you’re scared of it. You’re scared of what doing it would make you.”

Scott didn’t say anything, so Logan plowed ahead. “So, who is it?”

“Who is what?”

Evasive. “The guy. The guy you wanna fuck.”

“You’re so fucking crude, Wolverine.”

“Yeah, so I am. Who is it?”

Scott busied himself with his beer, draining the rest of the bottle. Logan leaned onto his side. “Come on, Cyclops. Who is it?” he goaded, watching Scott’s jaw tighten with irritation. “You afraid to tell me? You wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place if you didn’t want to tell me.”

“It’s you, goddammit. You. Are you happy now?” Scott snapped, and Logan’s jaw pretty much hit the grass.

“Me?” he exclaimed. “You want to fuck me?”

Scott hesitated for a second. “No, I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you kidding?”

Scott sneered at him. “No, I’m not kidding, you asshole.”

Logan was suddenly much more aware of Scott’s scent, humiliation mingled with sharp desire. A dangerous mix, and one that Logan couldn’t resist.

He quickly rolled onto Scott, pinning him to the soft ground, Scott’s beer bottle falling to the grass. The younger man reflexively tried to fight back, but Logan was expecting it, and he was stronger anyway. He watched the visor, watched the pinpoints of red widen and glow more brightly with surprise and a bit of anger.

“You want me to fuck you?” Logan growled, keeping his voice low. “You want to know what it’s like to come in another man’s hand?”

The pinpoints disappeared; Scott had closed his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, so quietly that Logan wouldn’t have been able to hear it without his enhanced senses.

“You’re sure? I ain’t gonna do this unless it’s exactly what you want.”

Scott exhaled heavily, strong body shaking under Logan’s. Logan could feel the younger man getting hard, pressed against his hip. “Yes, I want it,” Scott breathed.

Logan immediately welded his mouth to Scott’s, pushing his tongue between those sweet lips, moaning. Scott stiffened for a moment, almost long enough to make Logan pull back, then melted against him, becoming pliant under Logan’s roaming hands.

Scott stroked his tongue against Logan’s a bit uncertainly, as if he wasn’t quite sure the right way to do it. He let his hands slide over Logan’s shoulders, fingers gripping tightly when Logan sank his teeth lightly into Scott’s bottom lip.

They were both hard now, pressed together through their jeans. Scott pressed himself up against Logan, moaning into his mouth, jerking when one of Logan’s hands slid down to cup his ass. “That’s right,” Logan muttered, using his hand to control Scott’s movements. “Work yourself on me.”

Scott’s head fell back onto the grass, his fingers digging into Logan’s shoulders. It felt so good to rub against him, to feel another hard cock against his. He gasped at the sudden rush of guilty pleasure, and Logan pulled back, leaving Scott to moan in protest.

He wasn’t disappointed for long. Big but surprisingly nimble hands pulled at the button on his fly, slid the zipper down, pushed the jeans and his boxer shorts down over his hips. Scott blushed at first, then gasped when that big hand palmed his erection. He came to his senses enough to pull Logan’s fly loose; he was quite pleasantly surprised to find him bare under his jeans. Knowing that Logan had been walking around naked under his pants made Scott clench up inside.

Logan shoved his jeans down a bit, then dropped back onto Scott’s body, pulling both of their shirts up to mid-chest. Scott hissed at the first touch of hot skin. The wiry brush of thick pubic hair made his head spin, made him arch and rub against Logan’s groin like a cat. Logan growled softly, the fingers of one hand tangling in Scott’s short hair. He rubbed his own erection against Scott’s smooth hip, leaving a damp, warm trail of precum across his skin.

Logan propped himself up on one elbow and started kissing Scott again, roughly, nipping at his tongue and lips. He slid his other hand between their bodies and grasped his and Scott’s cocks, pressing them together against his palm. Scott cried out, bucking against Logan’s hand and erection.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Logan purred, licking at Scott’s mouth.

Scott couldn’t answer, couldn’t even think straight. All he could feel was Logan’s hot cock rubbing against his, Logan’s hand working them both and a dull roar inside his own body, a coiling, sucking pleasure building low in his groin. Logan’s heavy balls brushed against his, and he felt them draw up tight against his body. God, he was going to come…

“I’m gonna come,” he whispered brokenly against Logan’s mouth.

“Yessss…” Logan hissed, jerking them harder.

Scott stiffened, the dull roar of pleasure building until it was screaming like a jet engine. No, it was him screaming, body wracked with orgasm, spilling hot semen all over his belly and Logan’s hand. Logan’s growls built in volume as he kept moving his hand, and Scott felt another splash of warm wetness over his clenched stomach, all the way up to his chest.

They stayed frozen like that for a long moment, jerking with aftershocks. Scott waited to feel dirty or humiliated, but he didn’t. He felt fucking good, even with his and Logan’s cum cooling on his skin.

Logan moved his hand and pressed himself down onto Scott, letting their semen wet the skin of his stomach. Scott thought it felt strangely good to feel the soft hair on Logan’s stomach rubbing against his skin. Logan brought his wet hand up to his mouth and drew his tongue up one finger, rumbling with pleasure. Scott couldn’t help himself; he leaned up and sucked two of Logan’s fingers into his mouth, licking the bitter-salty fluid off of his skin. Logan looked surprised but pleased.

Slowly, he drew away from Scott, sitting up on his knees, tucking himself back into his pants. “Come to my room when you’re ready,” he said, pulling himself to his feet.

Scott listened to him walking up the lawn, staring up at the starry sky. He’d give Logan a head start.

End

Flashes (10.22.01)
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

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

Rating: Adult

Description: Ultimate X-Men. Wolvie/Jean. 91 words.

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. :)

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She’s standing there, pale green scrubs and pale, pale skin against bright red hair; soft, pink lip caught between her teeth; sad and confused and so turned on.

All it takes is one little move and she’s in my arms, no resistance at all. I bend her back, and her lips part in surprise. I press my mouth against hers, sliding my tongue between those soft lips. She’s stiff at first, but she melts against me, all heat and sex. Right now, I don’t care about anything else.

I want her.

Someplace Tropical
by Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, they still belonged to Marvel. I guess all that wishing was in vain. :P

Rating: Work-Safe

Summary: Everybody needs a vacation every once in a while. Ultimate X-Men. Wolverine/Jean. 1189 words.

Notes: Takes place after #12. Dedicated to Fury_Grrl for encouraging me to write more Logan/Jean. Thanks to DevilDoll for the quick beta and comments. This would have sucked without you. A smutty sequel is coming soon. ;)

Feedback will be given hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows.

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It was raining outside, a slow, steady downpour that trapped everyone in the mansion.

It was surprisingly quiet for there to be eight people indoors. Maybe it was just the dreary weather outside combined with sheer exhaustion. It had taken them six months to get the mansion back in good condition, and Logan had to admit that it didn’t even look like it had been blown up. Chuck must have hired a damn good contractor.

He walked down the halls, restless, from one end of the mansion to the other. Rain pelted the windows, adding a little sound to the silence inside. He wandered past Bobby’s room, heard the faint sound of a television. Rustling papers from Scott’s room, silence from Peter’s and Hank’s, soft voices from Ororo’s.

Jean’s was the only room left. It sat at the far end of the hall, away from everyone else’s. He saw that her door was partly open as he walked up. The blinds over the big picture window were raised, revealing the grey sky and the wet grounds. No lights were on, but a candle was lit on her dresser, and the air smelled like something woodsy and warm. He took a deep breath, breathing in the perfume of the candle on top of her scent. It made his head dizzy and his chest ache.

She was lying on her back on top of her comforter, eyes closed, hands behind her head. Her bright hair was a shock against the deep green blanket, and her skin was very pale in the watery light. She looked beautiful, and he wished that he could wrap himself around her, feel her warmth. For about the millionth time, he kicked himself.

“You can come in,” she said suddenly, startling him. “You don’t have to stand in the doorway.”

He looked at her again, and she had her eyes open, head tilted back so she could see him. “How’d you know I was here?” he asked.

She raised an amused eyebrow at him, her mouth curling into a smile. “How do you think?” she teased lightly. “Pull up a chair, sit on the floor.”

He stepped into her room, trying not to think about the time they had spent there before all hell broke loose. She didn’t have any chairs, so he sat on the corner of her bed, half-facing the window. She snickered, and he glanced back at her. “What are you laughing at?” he said, mock-offended.

“You look uncomfortable,” she replied, bouncing one foot on top of the other, idly or nervously, or maybe a little bit of both.

“Okay,” he said, and fell back onto the bed beside her.

She bounced with his weight and laughed. “Comfortable now?”

He scooted up to the head of the bed, mimicking her position, hands behind his head, ankles crossed. “Yeah, I think so.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, just looked out the window at the falling rain. “You know, I still feel bad,” she said after a long time.

He looked over at her; she was still staring outside. “About what?” he asked.

She bit her bottom lip, her own little nervous quirk. “About how I acted. How I treated you. It wasn’t right.”

He sighed. “Jean. Don’t worry about it. You already apologized. Hell, you didn’t even need to.”

She sat up on her elbows and looked at him. “Why not?”

He rubbed his eyes, wishing he hadn’t said that, and put his hands back behind his head. It seemed like a safe place. He had no idea how to explain it to her. “Because… because after I thought about it for a while, I understood why you were mad. Hell, if I was you, I’d have been just as pissed.”

She stared at him for a long moment, then flopped back onto the bed. “I do not understand you, Logan, not in the least bit,” she said.

“Well, I don’t understand you much either, so we’re even.”

He could see her smile out of the corner of his eye. “I’m going to apologize one more time, just to make myself feel better, okay?” she said.

“If it’ll make you feel better, go ahead, darlin’.”

“I’m sorry.”

He grinned. “Apology accepted.”

A longer quiet this time, and he realized that he could hear faint music coming from her stereo. Well, it didn’t sound as much like music as it did chimes. It blended with the sound of the rain outside so well that he could barely hear it.

“I need a vacation,” she sighed, breaking the quiet. “I need to relax for a while.”

“Where would you go?”

“Someplace tropical. The Virgin Islands, maybe. I always wanted to go there ever since I was a kid,” she answered, rolling onto her side to face him. “I want to go somewhere where everything doesn’t remind me that I’m a mutant, that I killed someone, that the world in general hates me. I just want to get away from everything, if only for a little while.”

She stared down at the comforter for a moment, then slid up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist. He was so surprised for a moment that he didn’t move. When she curled against him, he put his arms around her, holding her against him, just holding her while the rain fell outside.

After a while, he realized that she had fallen asleep. Carefully, he slid out from under her arm, leaving her to snuggle against her pillows, and crept out into the hall.

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It was later in the afternoon and the rain was still falling incessantly. Jean sat in the den downstairs, curled up on a couch, reading. She jumped when an envelope dropped into her lap and looked up to see Logan standing behind her.

“What’s this?” she asked, picking up the heavy bond envelope.

“Open it and see,” he replied.

Raising a suspicious eyebrow at him, she pulled it open, taking several pages out. “It’s an itinerary. For… oh my god!” she exclaimed, and he smiled. “A flight to Saint Croix! Did you…?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Oh my god! How could you afford — no nevermind, I don’t want to know. Why did you…?”

“Because I wanted to.”

She came off of the couch, still staring at the itinerary in disbelief. “But…” she paused, looking up at him. “Where’s your ticket?”

“My ticket?”

A smile. “Yes, your ticket.”

“I didn’t realize I was invited,” he replied lightly.

Her smile got a little wider, and she went to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Of course you are,” she murmured, face pressed against his shirt. “Why do you think I talked to you about it?”

He laughed. “So, that was just a ploy to get a free trip to the Caribbean?”

“Of course not!” she said, kneeing him in the leg, then looked up at his face. “You think you can help me relax?” she whispered.

He smiled faintly, running his fingers down her cheeks. “I think so, darlin’,” he said, and kissed her.

End

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.

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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.

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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

“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.”

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”
Author: Eiluned

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Rating: Adult

Summary: Two short drabbles based on “Holy shit, you’re a virgin.” Ultimate & 616. Wolverine/Jean, Wolverine/Gambit. 100 words each.

Ultimate Logan/Jean

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”

Jean blushed a fetching shade of pink. “Yeah, well, you’ll just have to go slow,” she replied.

Logan rose from between her parted legs, looking up and down her beautiful, naked body. Naked, untouched, his for the taking.

“Slow,” he said, sliding inside of her.

Holy shit indeed.

616 Logan/Remy

“Holy shit, you’re a virgin.”

“I’ve had sex before, Gumbo, just not with a guy.”

Remy smiled wickedly at Logan. “Oui, but for me, you’re a virgin.”

Logan snorted. “What are you going to do, deflower me?”

Gambit ran his hands up Logan’s muscular thighs and into his boxer shorts, finding him hard and ready.

“Exactement.”

Hidden Underneath

by Eiluned

Date finished: 27 June 2001

Archive: Please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, which is really unfair. They like what I do with them a lot more. :)

Rating: Adult

Summary: A Wolverine is not an animal. Wolverine/Jean. Ultimate. 1091 words.

Warnings: Unhealthy amounts of angst. ::eil grabs the keyboard away from Ultimate!WolvieMuse:: Bad language and non-explicit sex.

Notes: Takes place just after Ultimate X-Men #6. For my own evil purposes, I’ve inserted a day or two between the end of that ish and when Logan leaves for Arizona.

Big thanks and whipped-cream Wolvies to my betas, KA, Alex, Mara and Meg. I don’t know what I’d do without you. :)

–

The first time I saw the man behind Wolverine was when I walked in and found him watching the rest of the team goof off outside. He was sitting in a chair, staring out one of the tall windows in a sitting room, watching Bobby conjure snowballs out of thin air and pelt Storm and Beast with them.

He didn’t notice me, so I stood in the doorway and watched him. There was such a look of longing on his face… It was strange to see it.

I can’t deny that I was furious with him. Two days earlier, we had just had the most mind blowing sex I could ever imagine having, and he suddenly confessed that he had been sent to kill the Professor.

Now that I think about it, blasting him into a wall and demolishing the hotel room was probably not the best solution. You don’t always think straight when your heart’s being broken. But just hearing those words coming from his mouth… I was angry and hurt and so very scared. All I could see was the animal.

For the short while that Logan and I were lovers, I never really saw the person underneath the ass-kicker exterior. I guess I never really tried.

I saw it today.

He watched everyone outside with such a wistfulness about him… It broke my heart to see it.

In that moment, I saw the man, the man who was hurting and lonely and didn’t know which way was up. And I wanted nothing more than to take that hurt away.

“Is this why you can’t kill the Professor?” I asked quietly.

He didn’t jump or make any other movement of surprise, and I realized belatedly that he could probably smell me. “Part of it,” he said gruffly, still staring out the window. “You don’t understand what it’s like. I’ve been livin’ an animal’s life. Kill or be killed. I thought those were my only options, but comin’ here… There’s somethin’ else to it. It’s… it’s like a family.”

I felt my throat clench up. “You’ve never had anything like that before.”

He shook his head. “Not that I can remember. Charlie showed me that there was somethin’ more to life than killing.”

Logan turned and looked at me, dark eyes piercing. “And ain’t it just grand that I finally found what I really wanted, and now I have to leave it.”

The words stung. I dropped my head and looked at the carpet, blinking back tears.

“I guess I shoulda fuckin’ expected it. Anytime things get too good to be true, they blow up in my face,” he continued bitterly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“I’m sure you are,” he snapped.

My nerves were already frayed, and my temper flared. “Pardon me, but what the hell was I supposed to do? ‘By the way, Jean, I came here to kill the Professor…’ How was I supposed to react to that?” I shouted. “How was I supposed to trust you?”

He lifted his chin defiantly. “I thought maybe I’d proved that to you in Croatia. I thought for goddamned sure I proved that to you in Washington. If I was Magneto’s lap dog, why the fuck did I nearly get myself killed tryin’ to protect Charlie?”

I bit my bottom lip, feeling suddenly foolish. It’s funny how clear hindsight can be. “I’m sorry,” I whispered again. “I guess I’m just a stupid kid who can’t get it through her thick skull.”

He just stared at me for a minute, not saying anything. “You’re not a stupid kid,” he said finally, “and I guess we’re both too goddamn stubborn for our own good.”

I couldn’t help smiling at that. “Yeah, I guess so,” I paused, watching him stare out the window again. “So… what happens now?”

He shrugged. “I leave for Arizona in the mornin’. You go back to your life.”

He didn’t say it, but I could hear the silent ‘with Scott’ hanging on the end of it.

“Scott’s my friend, Logan. I’ve never thought about him in any other way. I know how he feels about me, but I don’t feel the same way,” I told him.

He snorted. “Are you tellin’ me that I don’t have anything to worry about?” he said, a bit sarcastically.

“Maybe I am.”

He looked surprised at that. “What are you saying, Jeannie?”

I cracked my knuckles just to release some tension. “I guess… I guess I’m saying that I should have been a little more trusting. And that you should have been a little more open.”

“Me?”

“Yes. I wish I could have seen this side of you earlier.”

He gave me a disbelieving look. “What side is that?”

“The human side. I wish I had seen it earlier. You’re human, just like the rest of us, no matter how hard you try to seem indestructible. You’re hurting. I wish I could make it all go away for you.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to get angry again. Instead, he surprised me completely. He put his face in his hands, and it took me a moment to realize that he was crying. It didn’t escape me, either, that this was probably the first time he’d cried since he was a little boy.

I crossed the room without really noticing, and I slid my arms around him, kneeling in front of his chair. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the chair with him, pressing his face against my shoulder. It felt good to be in his arms, good to know that I could offer him this little bit of comfort.

He didn’t cry for long, but he kept holding me anyway, and I could feel him drawing all the solace I could give into himself. I shivered when his lips touched my neck, letting my head fall back. He slowly kissed his way up my neck, damp cheek brushing against mine, and kissed my lips so softly that it made me want to cry.

He lowered me to the carpet, and our clothes seemed to melt away under his hands. We made love right there in the sitting room, clinging to each other desperately, climaxing intensely.

“Don’t go,” I whispered as he came down from his orgasm.

He kissed me, running his fingers over my cheeks. “I have to,” he whispered back.

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Then, at least… come back to me.”

“Always.”

Now that I’ve seen what’s hidden underneath, I can wait.

End