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S'mores	By : eiluned Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Jean Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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S'mores

by Eiluned (unseelie_eiluned@hotpop.com)
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: NC-17

Summary: Wolverine's never had s'mores before. Ultimate X-Men. Wolverine/Jean. PWP

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.
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"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."
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