Post by Cascadia on Aug 22, 2006 13:55:34 GMT -5
Jean rolled over in bed, seeing her balcony doors were open and frowned, not remembering leaving them like that. Stretching her arms over her head, she sat up, looking around quickly when she realized she was naked. Clutching her blankets to her, she jumped at the sound of a door opening, and turned, relaxing when she saw him standing there, toothbrush in hand. Tucking her hair behind her ear she smiled before yawning widely.
"What's the matter ?" He asked her, his hair still wet from a shower.
"Nothing," she replied fluidly, laying back, head on her hand, elbow propping her up. "Just a bad dream I guess."
He smiled, and she felt her stomach clench. Something was wrong, she couldn't exactly place it...but she knew something wasn't quite right. He returned from the bathroom, standing beside the bed. She looked up at him, moving over slightly, away from him. He seemed to sense her hesitation and continued staring down at her.
"What's wrong ?" Jean's breath caught, and she shook her head. She racked her mind, trying to remember what was bothering her, but there was a pressure on her chest, making it hard for her to breath. Gasping, she tried sitting up, but was pinned down, only able to look up into his soft brown eyes. No...
"Jean, what's the matter ?" He asked her, his eyes shining in the sun.
"Where are your glasses, Scott ?" Her breath coming in quick gasps. His eyes continued to stare down at her, ignoring her struggling. He smiled, and she felt like screaming, becoming claustophobic by whatever was holding her down.
"What glasses ?" He cocked his head, as if trying to understand what she was talking about, like he really didn't know. Jean closed her eyes, shaking her head. He left, she reminded herself, remembering the fight. He's not here. He left me.
Opening her eyes, Jean took in a quick breath, finding the pressure on her chest still there, pinning her down. Glancing down, she noticed a thick, muscular arm. Following it to it's source, her eyes fell onto Logan, who's breath was tickling her ear. Taking slow, steady breaths to calm herself, Jean shifted beneath his arm, turning her body to face him. He sensed her movement and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him tighter, his face buried into her neck. She smiled, her free arm smoothing up his side, curling around his shoulder, her fingers twisting in his hair.
He growled softly, his chest vibrating against hers. She scooted backwards, her other hand moving up, tracing over his cheek. His face was relaxed, and it was much different then she was used to. He looked almost...innocent. Jean giggled at the thought, biting her lip gently, trying to keep silent. She knew he didn't sleep much, and didn't want to wake him...yet.
Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, she moved a little closer to him, her nose brushing against his, his breath and hers mingling. She sighed, closing her eyes and kissed him gently, her hand still twisting in his hair.
He groaned, and she opened her eyes, expecting him to be awake, but he just shifted, the arm draped over her waist moving farther south, and she blushed when it gripped her firmly. Licking her lips, Jean resisted the urge to moan when she felt something hard press against her thigh. Smiling, Jean rolled her hips, grinding against him slowly, her hand moving down to hold his waist.
He growled again, eyelids fluttering. Jean moved her hand from his waist, taking his length in her grip and started stroking him. Logan moaned, hips thrusting forward in slow motions, her hand now cupping his balls, massaging them. Logan's hand gripped her waist, and he pulled her over onto him, his other hand sliding up her leg lazily, coming to rest on her hip, his hands holding onto her gently, while he continued humping her.
Jean stared down at him, her thoughts dancing in and out of his mind, but for once, he didn't play back. Confused, she tapped into his thoughts, finding them a slow-moving mass of confusion, thoughts and memories weaving in and out of one another, nothing making much sense at all. Pulling at of his mind, Jean stared down at him slack jawed. He's still asleep ?
Fighting the urge to laugh, she dug her knees into the bed, forcing herself onto him harder, her clit rubbing along his length while he growled louder, his fingers digging into her hips tighter. I've heard of sleep walking, sleep talking, but sleep fucking ? Jean licked her lips, laying ontop of him, her breasts pressing against his tight chest firmly. Reaching down from where she lay, she gripped his length and held it upright, moving her hips in small circles, teasing herself with his head.
Finally she was wet enough to slide him in. She put the tip against her, and then sat down hard, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Logan's eyes burst open, claws releasing while his eyes darted around the room, quickly fixing on Jean's.
"J - Jeannie," he moaned, his claws sliding back into his hands slowly., back arching his shoulders rolled back, pushing into her and groaning, his eyes sliding back shut. She smiled, riding him slowly.
"Morning." He managed a smile, hips thrusting up harder now, tearing a whimper from her.
"Mornin'." Jean rocked gently, still aching from the night before, and lowered her face to Logan's, her tongue tracing across his lips. She nipped his bottom lip, her sharp teeth slicing into the sensitive flesh, and the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. His teeth moved up, biting her lip, returning the favour. She hadn't known how much a little bit of pain could make sex so much more...sinful. Smirking against his mouth, she licked their blood from his lips while moaning. She felt him throb inside her, and her walls got tighter, his thrusts getting increasingly desperate for release.
Jean ground him harder, careful not to hurt heself, but soon the pleasure was better then pain and she rode him hard, forcing him all the way into her, his hands on her hips hard enough to bruise.
Some part of her secretly wished he did leave bruises, Scott had never left any mark at all. Other then a nightmare. Groaning, Jean buried her head against his neck, her hair falling over his shoulder. His lips found her neck, tongue tasting her and then he nipped her lightly, teeth closing over a small bit of skin, sucking on her.
Jean shuddered, and felt the blood rush from her head as she came, crying out his name once, his teeth leaving her throat. His reply came a moment later, voice as rough as his sex, and he thrust into her hard, feeling their come run together and drip onto him.
Pulling herself off of him slowly, Jean fell into bed beside him, sucking in deep breaths, her head resting on his shoulder. He caught his breath first, and chuckled lightly.
"How'd ya sleep, darlin' ?" She felt her lips stretch into a matching smile, and sighed contently. If this was how she'd wake up from now on, it didn't matter how bad the nightmare was...she could definetly get used to it. Deciding not to ruin the moment, she shoved her dream aside.
"Slept alright, and you ?" his arm pulled her against him tighter, and she snuggled into him, her body molding his pefectly.
"Better then I have in a long time." Jean relaxed against him, feeling his heart beat and chest rise and fall with each breath. Finally she forced herself up, kicking the covers back, stretching her arms over her head. Standing, she felt him watching her and smiled, turning back to face him, enjoying his eyes rake down her bare front.
"You want to go get breakfast ? I'm going to take a shower." Jean smiled as Logan's eyes lit up. "No, you can't join." She laughed, shaking her head. Walking across her room, she was surprised how comfortable she felt with him watching her. She never felt this way with Scott...shaking the thought off, she pulled open her dresser, taking out fresh clothes while Logan stretched and growled. The hairs on the beck of her neck stood on end, goosebumps rising along her skin. God, she loved that sound.
"I could join," he started, coming up behind her. Her breath caught, he smelled like sex and sweat, both very unusual to her. I probably smell the same, she mused before his hands were on her, chasing all thoughts away.
"I promise I won't be too rough," she would believe him, but his voice suggested otherwise. Moaning lightly while he nibbled on her shoulder, she opened her eyes and turned to him, fixing her complexion.
"No, if you come with me, we'll never get clean." He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"I like it dirty." His mouth met hers before she could reply, his tongue forceful and demanding. Dropping her clothes, Jean's hands flew to him, one gripping his length tightly, massaging it. He groaned into her mouth, hands on her hips, pushing her backwards. Her back hit the wall and she felt it slide past her, Logan pushing her upward. His hand covered hers, holding himself out, and slid her back down, his tip circling her entrance.
"Logan," more of a moan then a command, but he groaned and let her down, his hands still dominating her hips, but gently. “Go get breakfast.” She told him, after she’d collected her thoughts. “I’m taking a shower.” She pulled away from him, walking toward her bathroom, lightly probing his thoughts to see if he watched her go and smirked, it was more then obvious where his eyes were focused when he growled. Jean shook her head, stifling her laughter and glanced at him once before closing the door.
"What's the matter ?" He asked her, his hair still wet from a shower.
"Nothing," she replied fluidly, laying back, head on her hand, elbow propping her up. "Just a bad dream I guess."
He smiled, and she felt her stomach clench. Something was wrong, she couldn't exactly place it...but she knew something wasn't quite right. He returned from the bathroom, standing beside the bed. She looked up at him, moving over slightly, away from him. He seemed to sense her hesitation and continued staring down at her.
"What's wrong ?" Jean's breath caught, and she shook her head. She racked her mind, trying to remember what was bothering her, but there was a pressure on her chest, making it hard for her to breath. Gasping, she tried sitting up, but was pinned down, only able to look up into his soft brown eyes. No...
"Jean, what's the matter ?" He asked her, his eyes shining in the sun.
"Where are your glasses, Scott ?" Her breath coming in quick gasps. His eyes continued to stare down at her, ignoring her struggling. He smiled, and she felt like screaming, becoming claustophobic by whatever was holding her down.
"What glasses ?" He cocked his head, as if trying to understand what she was talking about, like he really didn't know. Jean closed her eyes, shaking her head. He left, she reminded herself, remembering the fight. He's not here. He left me.
Opening her eyes, Jean took in a quick breath, finding the pressure on her chest still there, pinning her down. Glancing down, she noticed a thick, muscular arm. Following it to it's source, her eyes fell onto Logan, who's breath was tickling her ear. Taking slow, steady breaths to calm herself, Jean shifted beneath his arm, turning her body to face him. He sensed her movement and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her against him tighter, his face buried into her neck. She smiled, her free arm smoothing up his side, curling around his shoulder, her fingers twisting in his hair.
He growled softly, his chest vibrating against hers. She scooted backwards, her other hand moving up, tracing over his cheek. His face was relaxed, and it was much different then she was used to. He looked almost...innocent. Jean giggled at the thought, biting her lip gently, trying to keep silent. She knew he didn't sleep much, and didn't want to wake him...yet.
Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, she moved a little closer to him, her nose brushing against his, his breath and hers mingling. She sighed, closing her eyes and kissed him gently, her hand still twisting in his hair.
He groaned, and she opened her eyes, expecting him to be awake, but he just shifted, the arm draped over her waist moving farther south, and she blushed when it gripped her firmly. Licking her lips, Jean resisted the urge to moan when she felt something hard press against her thigh. Smiling, Jean rolled her hips, grinding against him slowly, her hand moving down to hold his waist.
He growled again, eyelids fluttering. Jean moved her hand from his waist, taking his length in her grip and started stroking him. Logan moaned, hips thrusting forward in slow motions, her hand now cupping his balls, massaging them. Logan's hand gripped her waist, and he pulled her over onto him, his other hand sliding up her leg lazily, coming to rest on her hip, his hands holding onto her gently, while he continued humping her.
Jean stared down at him, her thoughts dancing in and out of his mind, but for once, he didn't play back. Confused, she tapped into his thoughts, finding them a slow-moving mass of confusion, thoughts and memories weaving in and out of one another, nothing making much sense at all. Pulling at of his mind, Jean stared down at him slack jawed. He's still asleep ?
Fighting the urge to laugh, she dug her knees into the bed, forcing herself onto him harder, her clit rubbing along his length while he growled louder, his fingers digging into her hips tighter. I've heard of sleep walking, sleep talking, but sleep fucking ? Jean licked her lips, laying ontop of him, her breasts pressing against his tight chest firmly. Reaching down from where she lay, she gripped his length and held it upright, moving her hips in small circles, teasing herself with his head.
Finally she was wet enough to slide him in. She put the tip against her, and then sat down hard, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Logan's eyes burst open, claws releasing while his eyes darted around the room, quickly fixing on Jean's.
"J - Jeannie," he moaned, his claws sliding back into his hands slowly., back arching his shoulders rolled back, pushing into her and groaning, his eyes sliding back shut. She smiled, riding him slowly.
"Morning." He managed a smile, hips thrusting up harder now, tearing a whimper from her.
"Mornin'." Jean rocked gently, still aching from the night before, and lowered her face to Logan's, her tongue tracing across his lips. She nipped his bottom lip, her sharp teeth slicing into the sensitive flesh, and the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. His teeth moved up, biting her lip, returning the favour. She hadn't known how much a little bit of pain could make sex so much more...sinful. Smirking against his mouth, she licked their blood from his lips while moaning. She felt him throb inside her, and her walls got tighter, his thrusts getting increasingly desperate for release.
Jean ground him harder, careful not to hurt heself, but soon the pleasure was better then pain and she rode him hard, forcing him all the way into her, his hands on her hips hard enough to bruise.
Some part of her secretly wished he did leave bruises, Scott had never left any mark at all. Other then a nightmare. Groaning, Jean buried her head against his neck, her hair falling over his shoulder. His lips found her neck, tongue tasting her and then he nipped her lightly, teeth closing over a small bit of skin, sucking on her.
Jean shuddered, and felt the blood rush from her head as she came, crying out his name once, his teeth leaving her throat. His reply came a moment later, voice as rough as his sex, and he thrust into her hard, feeling their come run together and drip onto him.
Pulling herself off of him slowly, Jean fell into bed beside him, sucking in deep breaths, her head resting on his shoulder. He caught his breath first, and chuckled lightly.
"How'd ya sleep, darlin' ?" She felt her lips stretch into a matching smile, and sighed contently. If this was how she'd wake up from now on, it didn't matter how bad the nightmare was...she could definetly get used to it. Deciding not to ruin the moment, she shoved her dream aside.
"Slept alright, and you ?" his arm pulled her against him tighter, and she snuggled into him, her body molding his pefectly.
"Better then I have in a long time." Jean relaxed against him, feeling his heart beat and chest rise and fall with each breath. Finally she forced herself up, kicking the covers back, stretching her arms over her head. Standing, she felt him watching her and smiled, turning back to face him, enjoying his eyes rake down her bare front.
"You want to go get breakfast ? I'm going to take a shower." Jean smiled as Logan's eyes lit up. "No, you can't join." She laughed, shaking her head. Walking across her room, she was surprised how comfortable she felt with him watching her. She never felt this way with Scott...shaking the thought off, she pulled open her dresser, taking out fresh clothes while Logan stretched and growled. The hairs on the beck of her neck stood on end, goosebumps rising along her skin. God, she loved that sound.
"I could join," he started, coming up behind her. Her breath caught, he smelled like sex and sweat, both very unusual to her. I probably smell the same, she mused before his hands were on her, chasing all thoughts away.
"I promise I won't be too rough," she would believe him, but his voice suggested otherwise. Moaning lightly while he nibbled on her shoulder, she opened her eyes and turned to him, fixing her complexion.
"No, if you come with me, we'll never get clean." He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
"I like it dirty." His mouth met hers before she could reply, his tongue forceful and demanding. Dropping her clothes, Jean's hands flew to him, one gripping his length tightly, massaging it. He groaned into her mouth, hands on her hips, pushing her backwards. Her back hit the wall and she felt it slide past her, Logan pushing her upward. His hand covered hers, holding himself out, and slid her back down, his tip circling her entrance.
"Logan," more of a moan then a command, but he groaned and let her down, his hands still dominating her hips, but gently. “Go get breakfast.” She told him, after she’d collected her thoughts. “I’m taking a shower.” She pulled away from him, walking toward her bathroom, lightly probing his thoughts to see if he watched her go and smirked, it was more then obvious where his eyes were focused when he growled. Jean shook her head, stifling her laughter and glanced at him once before closing the door.