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Passion Fruit	By : Laced Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Passion Fruit
- 2-Passion Fruit 2
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Title: Passion Fruit 1
Authors: Little Darlin' (Fka Firesong) and Adamantium Laced (Fka Logan Lover)
Email: iasonmink@hotmail.co.uk and adamantiumlaced@hotmail.co.uk
Archive: Adult fan fiction. Any others feel free, just give us a shout so we know where.
Fandom: X-Men (Not movieverse)
Pairing: Logan and Remy of course!
Rating: NC17 (You have been warned)
Series: Stand alone at the moment, but who knows!!
Category: M/M sex, mild Cyclops bashing (he's got that kinda face), mild angst and plot!
Disclaimer: All characters and locations property of Marvel Comics, we don't own 'em, if we did they'd have alot more fun. Please don't sue unless you really want a toaster that smells like it's burning and a dog that chews shoes :)
Note: For Lu, long time no hear, hope things are okay, we miss ya baby.
Summary: Logan been messing where he really shouldn't and get's his just desserts!

Passion Fruit
Part 1
Logan smiled at the little giggle that came from the redhead, as he balanced a strawberry slice on one dusky nipple, topping it off with it off with cream, before devouring it with a playful growl.
He had never been much of a fruit man, preferring a big juicy t-bone, to an apple a day, but he realised it was more in the way it was served which made it satisfying. Tonguing slivers of mango off creamy flesh, earned him another ecstatic moan. His grin widened as he teased his unconventional fruit bowl's belly button, with quick flicks of his tongue, the urge to just bite into the delicacy before him was almost unbearable, but he settled for biting the grape currently residing there in two, licking at the juices that ran down the flat, toned stomach.
Slim nimble fingers reached for the plate of fruit and placed it gently on the marble topped counter beside them, before reaching out to pull Logan closer with a murmured "please" voice husky with desperate desire, wrapping their long athletic legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Logan wrapped his hands around his lovers upper arms and pulled them onto his lap, burying his face in their neck, he savoured the feel of the silky red hair between his fingers and brushing against his cheek smothering his animalistic senses with the scent of his mate. His thrusting became desperate and uncoordinated as he neared climax, the body against him tensing and the wails rising in volume, just a few more thrusts. Screams of desperation urging him closer to the edge, when light suddenly filled the room and a startled cry of "Mon Dieu" cut through the cries like a hot knife through butter. Remy stood in the doorway hand still poised on the light switch, with a look of complete shock on his face, as he took in the scene before him. Jean screamed and scrambled down from the counter to hide behind Logan's naked form, he desperately attempted to voice some words of denial, before realising that it was too late and clambering down, grabbing the tea towel hanging from the front of the cooker and covering what little modesty he had left.
All three of them stood there unsure of what to say, before anger quickly clouded Logan's judgement and he erupted. "Yer supposed to be on the mission with the others Gumbo".
"Yeah and you ain' supposed to be bangin' Scott's wife homme, looks like neider of us doin' de t'ings we should be doin' and bot' doin' de t'ings we really shoulden', non?."
"Well get the hell out, can't ya see yer upsetting Jeannie."
"Remy be waitin' for de climax of de show mon ami, cos from de look of you, you didn' get that far". Remy smirked and moved forward to lean against the breakfast bar, meanifully eyeing Logan's crotch, before rising back up to his eyes and selecting a slice of apple from the plate.
Three claws flashed inches from Gambit's nose, impalling the piece of apple, that was centimetres from Remy's mouth. "I said get the hell out".
Remy's sarcastic smile never faded as he took the plate of fruit and turned to leave the kitchen, pausing to flip the light off. "It's alright you can keep dat' bit, Remy gon' take dis instead, since you finished wid' it". Logan turned to comfort Jean, who's shocked and tearful eyes silently begged for him to do something. Logan kissed her gently on the forehead and grabbed his boxers from the fridge handle, where they had come to reside after being unceremoniously thrown earlier in the fit of passion. "It's alright Darlin' you go clean up, I'll talk to him".
Logan adjusted himself and dashed after the Cajun, his barefeet slapping against the tiles. He caught him at the foot of the stairs. "Hey Gumbo wait up".
Remy turned, sucking on a piece of pineapple and raising an eyebrow in query.
"Cajun, I...er...well...".
"Its okay. Remy ain' gonna say not'ing if dat's what you wanna know. Remy jus' t'ink you making a big mistake". A mischeivous look crossed his face. "But if he was, what's it worth? Would he get to play mutant fruit basket too?" Logan growled "I don't think two of us messin' with Jeannie's, gonna improve this situation none." Remy leaned forward, his breath warm and fruit scented against Logan's lips. "Who said I wanted to play wid Jean?" Logan flinched back quickly, the idea of two men together chased all coherent thought from his brain, as he struggled to regain his composure. The thief grinned and ran one slim fingertip over Logan's lips. "I bet you'd look real bien between my thighs." The thought formed a picture unbidden in Logan's mind of himself between the smoothly muscled cajun thighs and anger took over again, he considered himself doing many things, but that was just wrong. Reaching out he grabbed the front of Remy's shirt, pulling him back down to eye level. "Talking of things between yer thighs... been to seen yer priest lately, what's he handing out in exchange for blow jobs now that they don't make marathons anymore alter boy". Remy winced, and brushed Logan's hand of, swallowing the pineapple he nodded. "Remy jus' concerned is all, but relax homme he got enough problems wid' out spillin' out yours" With a look of hurt and haunted eyes he turned and padded silently upstairs. Logan watched him go with a heavy heart. �Goddamit old man, that was cruel�. He contemplated going after the Cajun, before deciding he was probably the last person Remy wanted to see right now and headed to the kitchen to clean up, before going to check on Jeannie. Sighing he made a mental note that he needed to appologise to Gambit first thing tomorrow, and have a little talk about where the cajun got the idea that Logan would be interested in that kinda thing from, it weren't like he walked around in fushica for most of the day.

Logan reached the kitchen to find Jean already dressed and back cleaning the worktop with the same vigor she would use to fight Magneto, He watched for a moment before reaching out to stop her hand. "Yer gonna take the varnish off yer keep that up red." He took the sponge away from her and threw it roughly in the direction of the sink. Jean pulled her hand away and brushed her hair behind her ear before telekinetically catching it mid flight and floating it back to her, before moving on to clean the other counters. "What did he say?" She asked sharply, without looking at him and returning her passion to trying to remove the pattern from the marble.
Logan reached into the cuboard above the fridge, pushing aside various items before pulling out a tin proclaiming itself to be New Orleans finest coffee. He removed the false bottom and pulled out a couple of cigarettes and replaced the tin, pretty sure the Cajun wouldn't know that a couple of his emergency stash had gone missing. He lit both of them off the pilot light from the cooker and grabbing Jeannie by the arm dragged her over to the table, pushing her into a seat and handing her one of the cigarettes. She immediately tried to get to her feet, only to be pushed down again. "I need to get this done before they get back."
"Jeannie ya know full well they ain't due back until mornin', so relax have a smoke and then we'll do it together." Bringing the cigarette to her lips, she took a long drag.
"I don't know, I was wrong about them all going, so why shouldn't I be wrong about the ETA as well."
"Red yer over reacting...?"
"Over reacting!" The chair hit the floor with a bang as she stood over Logan and glared down at him, finger hovering inches from his nose. "You don't seem to understand the implications of what's just happened, it might as well have been Bobby 'motor-mouth' Drake that caught us, come morning everyone will know. Scott, the Professor, Storm ...., fuck the whole mutant population will know about us!"
"Jean..." He reached out to her, but she just brushed his hands aside and paced back and forth, the cigarette she held getting shorter and shorter by the second.
"I know, I'll just go and notify the President shall I, get him to put the country on Def con 5, because that's what they'll need when Scott finds out!"
"JEAN!" Logan got to his feet, moving to put his arms around her when she suddenly paused in her pacing and a horrified look crossed her face, as a sudden revelation hit her, she whirled about to face Logan, smacking him in the face with her hair, whipping the cigarette out of his mouth. "MY PARENTS WILL FIND OUT!!!. They are so proud I married a nice guy, I'm supposed to be a good wife and I'm pretty sure that doesn't include messing around with someone like you."
"What the hell do ya mean 'someone like me'?" She crossed her arms over her chest, mirroring Logan's stance "Well lets see..." She began in a sarcastic tone. "You're not dependable, you run off whenever the mood takes you. You seem to be incapable of following the most simple of Scott's orders, you look like you constantly need a shave, you treat plaid like it's the new black and worst of all you claim to have super senses, but you couldn't smell Remy coming and lord knows he tries hard enough to smell like the local brothel!"
Logan glared at her for a second, his jaw so tight the cracking was audible even to Jean, he took a deep breath to calm the need to smack her six ways from sunday. "First off, I go when I have to, I didn't sign my freedom away by joing up. Second of all Scott couldn't order himself out a wet paper bag. Third and forth, it's my fucking choice what I wear and look like, not that you were complaining half an hour ago. Lastly I would have smelt Gambit comin' if I hadn't been so pre-occupied with you, little miss frigid." Jeans jaw practially hit the floor, as she stared at him. "FRIGID!"
"And may I remind ya, you came to me in the beginning. So I guess yer perfect husband just weren't doin' it for yer." He turned on his heel and started to leave. His angered exit only stopping when he heard almost inaudible sobbing from Jean. He turned to see that she had returned to her obsessive cleaning, and his heart dropped. All anger disappated, he mentally kicked himself. �strike two Logan... let's go an upset everyone tonight.� He quietly walked to her side, and turned her round to hold her. His calloused hands running through her thick red tresses. "Shh darlin', I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too, I'm just so scared Scott will find out." She mummered between her tears.
"He's promised not to say anything. It'll be fine." She turned her tear-stained face to looked at him, her usually bright green eyes, now dulled and red rimmed. "Promise?"
"Promise." He gave her a lingering kiss, before turning back to the kitchen, and picking up a sponge of his own. "Let's get this cleaned up." Jean wiped her tears and returned to her spot. "Oh and Jeannie.."
"Yeah"
"Try and leave the pattern on the counters, it's supposed to be there." Logan shot her a toothy grin, which caused her to chuckle. "Okay hun, I'll try."

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Logan pulled himself out of bed, and looked at his bed side clock. 08:49 �God, it must have been at least 2am by the time we finished that kitchen, to Red's standards at least, Martha Stewart has alot to answer for�. He moved to get his towel, and cleaning bag and headed to the showers. He paused by Jean and Scotts room, wondering if he should knock and see if she had slept okay, but his nose told him that Scott had returned at sometime this morning and he didin't think Scooter would appriceate him asking if his wife had slept okay last night. So he opted for heading for the showers, before all the hot water was gone.

As soon as Logan entered the showers, he was assulted by an over powering smell of cologne. Luckily the resident cajun had already left. He stripped and stood under one of the faucets, hoping for a stream of hot water, he was greeted with nothing but luke warm, that quickly dissapated to cold. "Great." He muttered as he washed, and taking Jean's comments into mind he chose to shave. By the time he'd finished, he was chilled to the bone, and determined to dump the Cajun in the nearest lake, duster 'n' all.

He changed into his jeans and white vest, no plaid in sight, he pulled on his boots and grabbed a couple of cigars from the box by his bed, shoving them and his lighter in his back pocket. He headed down to breakfast in desperate need of coffee and meat, the smell of bacon was practically making his mouth water.

The breakfast room was busy, seemed like everyone was there apart from the professor. He grabbed his plate and headed for the food, enroute he was sidetracked by Bobby, who seemed to feel the necessity to give blow by blow accounts of what happened the night before, the amount of bad guys he personally had taken down, growing by at least 10 everytime he mentioned it, which seemed to be roughly every 7 words, though he was talking so fast it was kinda hard to tell. He heard the door swing open and a cheery "Allo everyone! Miss me?"
Logan mumbled a distrcted 'Hi' along with everyone else and again tried to get away from Bobby, but with no success. He felt the Cajun brush past him, as he finally made his excuses, which quickly descended to threats of violence if he couldn't get to his meat and coffee.

By the time he finally escaped the clutches of the evil 'twinkie devourer' Iceman, Remy was seated at the table and the breakfast bar was empty save for some fried bread and grilled tomatoes, he turned to glance at the Cajun's plate and forciably held back his snarl, as he saw that the thieving bastard had a mound of meat and very little else. Glancing up he caught the Cajun's smug smile and little wink in his direction. He turned away and grabbed the last slices of fried bread and tomatoes and taking the long route round the table to his seat, he switched his plate with the Thiefs and stole his cup of coffee, just for good measure. "Thanks for gettin' my plate Gumbo." He sat in his usual seat and stated to tuck in, ignoring the evil looks being thrown his way from the other end of the table.

He glanced at Jean, to see that Scott had his arm possesivly round the back of her seat, which in itself was unusual, as Scott usually tried to keep things cold in front of the team. But she seemed happy enough, and everyone else just kept the noise level high with their independant conversations. The only time it dropped was when the fridge door was slammed
shut and a shriek of indignation rocked the room. "Robert Francis Drake!!" Bobby looked up to see Storm standing by the fridge. "By the goddess I am sick of telling you to leave my fruit alone. It took me two and a half hours to peel and slice, ready for my morning breakfast, and you steal it again!!"
"But I didn't... It wasn't me." Bobby squeaked as he edged out of the room, ready to make the nessasary run for freedom. Both Logan and Jean just turned back to their plates, and kept out of it. Bishop grabbed Iceman's arm, to stop the escape, and offered to shoot him at dawn for the audacity to lie. Warren and Betsy offered to watch, and comment on his markmanship. The only people defending him, and trying to defuse the situation were Scott, Rogue, Kurt and Hank, although his offer to be Bobby's second wasn't very helpful, not to mention Kurt's kind offer to be present to give him last rites. Finally the raised voices were stopped abruptly by Gambit. "It was me, not Bobby!" Storm turned to face her brother.
"But you were there when I prepared it. You know how long it took." He could see in her face that she was upset, but he knew he could not let Bobby take the blame for something that was ultimatly Logan's, Jean's and his mistake. "I'm sorry stormy. Remy hungry and didn't t'ink... I'm sorry." Storm took a deep breath and apologised to Bobby before leaving with Bishop in tow. Remy put his dish in the sink and followed, intent on making it up to her.

Logan watched them leave and glanced at Jean, who met his eye and blushed. Scott's arm tightened around her shoulders and he glared at Logan. "You okay honey? You feel a little warm."
"I'm fine, it's just a little hot in here."
"Let's finish up here and go for a walk down to the lake, we need to talk" Jeans glanced up at him, ready to make an excuse to avoid it, but the tightness of his mouth let her know that he was going to brook no arguments. "That sounds nice, we haven't really had alot of us time lately." She murmered weakly and after one quick glance in Logan's direction, allowed Scott to take her arm and lead her from the room.
Logan sighed and went back to devoring the mini mount everest of meat on his plate, he downed the last of his coffee in one swallow, let out a burp that would have sent small animals running in fear and earned him a rebuke from the ladies present, before rinsing his plate and cup and heading out to the porch for a smoke.

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From his seat on the veranda Logan sighed and burrowed down further into his jacket with a scowl, as he watched Jean and Scott head for the lake arm in arm. Behind him came a brief flare of light, sound and faint scent of lighter fluid, which sparking a cigerette brought. A pale cloud of smoke wound itself around Logan's head, following the breeze as the Cajun exhaled.
"Whatta want boy?" Remy gave a nervous little cough.
"I wanted to 'pologise... erm... bout last night, Remy he maybe went a little far wid de teasin', if ya boat don' swing dat way, dat's fine." Logan inclined his head in acceptance and inwardly sighed with relief. "That it?" Remy started to head back indoors and then stopped, determined to speak his mind. "Homme... Remy know dat you care about Jean, but dis t'ing you got going needs to stop." Logan snorted and lit the cigar he pulled from his back pocket. Inhaling, he savoured the scent of his favourite brand, mingling with smells carried in the crisp chilly air. "Ain't none of your business punk." Logan was in no mood to hear what Remy had to say.
"Actually it is... Old man." Remy walked a few feet to the rail, and pulled his duster closer around him, before leaning back against the post. "If Scott finds out dat you've been having an affair wid Jean, den it's gonna tear dis team apart." Logan crossed his arms over his chest and rested his feet on the rail beside Gambit. "Since when did ya care 'bout the team, ya make no secret that the only reasons ya stay is for Storm and Rogue."
"Oui, but me and Rogue, we been over for sometime, she dumped me."
"Ya ever think that maybe it's cos yer flirt with anything that aint tied down, regardless of gender."
"Remy he a natural people pleaser mon ami." He flashed Logan one of his 100 watt smiles. "And 'sides maybe dis boy got oder reasons to stay now."
"Well I aint a people person and in case yer hadn't noticed, I didn't join the team and give up being an individual. I know what I want, an I know what the 'team' wants, and right now I don't give a damn bout the latter." Remy decided to change tatics.
"So how long dis be going on eh?"
"About eight months why?" Logan looked at him suspiciously.
"An she still show no sign of leavin' Scott??" Remy raised an eyebrow in query.
"I ain't playing this game with you Cajun. Just cos yer relationships gone belly up, don't give ya the right to preach over mine." Logan was beginning to lose his temper again. "Hell Cajun yer can't keep a relationship going with ya self, let alone another person and ya think ya got the know how to tell me how to handle one!?!" He got angrly to his feet and started to head back in doors, but the thief quickly manovered himself in the way, standing toe to toe with him. "Dis is no relationship, it's an affair! Remy not got time to play wid you an' maybe he aint de right person for de job e'der. But you gonna hear dis boy out, even if he have to shout it t'rew de house after you." Logan growled, but finally nodded in agreement, seeing in the Thief's eyes that he wasn't joking and he could really do without the whole house knowing his business. "You may not want to hear de story homme, but Remy seen dis plenty. He bet dat she came to you, offered an affair, which you accepted. Both of you t'inking dat it only last a few weeks." Remy threw his stub out onto the grass. "Eight mont's later, you still in each odder's arms, but both realising dat you be running out of time." Logan was surprised at the accuracy of it all, and decided that he didn't want to hear anymore. Moving to grab Remy's arm and move him out the way, the Cajun grabbed Logan's wrist. "She ain't goin to leave 'im Logan. You only gonna get hurt!" Logan pushed Remy against the door frame. "Cajun... all that you need to get through that illiterate brain of yours, is that you didn't see nothin', hear nothin' and that that trap of yours will say nothin'." He squeezed the top of Remy's arm, making the Cajun wince. "Got it??" Remy knew it was best to just nod, and agree. Logan let go, and disappeared back into the house.

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3am found Logan in front of the TV in the rec room, watching a Hockey game. The others had long ago retired to bed like the good little X-men that they were, all apart from the Cajun, who had gone out tom catting it earlier, wearing clothes so tight, they looked like he had painted them on. He would probably have headed up to bed himself, except he had money riding on this game and the television network seemed to have the idea that no-one really watched hockey anymore, hence the late showing.
He downed the last of the beer he held and propped the empty bottle against the chip packet on the floor next to the couch, he cursed as the opposing team scored again and swiftly came to the conclusion that he was not going to be getting his money back on this one. The sound of faint footsteps on the carpet and faint creaking of the door hinges had him turning to see Jean, she smiled tightly and walked towards the couch. It had been a few days since the incident and she had been actively avoiding him, so he was kinda surprised to see her here. Taking the other end from him, she twisted her hands in lap and mentally pulled the TV plug from the socket. "We need to talk Logan."
"Bit late ain't it Red? Does Slim know yer missin'?"
"No, he's sleeping and I'm making sure he stays that way." Logan didn't bother asking how, the whole psysic connection between her and Scott confused the hell out of him at the best of times, and 3 in the morning was definately not one of the best times. "Thought ya weren't talkin' ta me anymore." A knot formed in his stomach, something was coming and he had a sinking feeling that he was not going to like it. "This about Scooter?"
"Yeah. He knows Logan, he doesn't know how long it's been going on or how far it went, but he knows." For an instant Logan was relieved that finally it was out in the open and now they could move on, just the two of them. "Ah shit darlin', you okay? Do ya need to stay with me tonight?" Logan moved to put his arms around her, but she gently pushed him away.
"Scott and me had a long talk, we actually talked, it's been a long time since he's had the time or energy to do that. We've decided that we're going to go away for a little while, Storm will take over running the team and we've already explained to the Professor, so we'll be leaving in the morning."
"Yer leavin', but what about us?" The bottom fell out of Logan's world and everything he'd been hoping for crumbled to dust before him. "It's over Logan, we agreed it was just a little bit of fun, remember and that if anyone got suspicous we would end it, well someone has." Logan surged angryly to his feet and glared down at her, before turning away and staring out into the darkness framed by the window. "Is it that easy Jean? I thought... I hoped we were maybe buildin' something together and that you might one day..." He let the sentence trail off into silence and tensed when he felt her hand on his back. "I'm sorry Logan, it was foolish to even start it, we should have known better. I never meant to hurt you, but I love Scott, he's my husband and I..." Logan turned suddenly, knocking her hand away.
"And what I was just a bit of rough and ready. Eight goddamn months Red, eight months. That's a hell of alot more than a few weeks!"
"It was a great few weeks that turned into a great few months..." Jean reached for him trying to defuse the situation, before it became loud enough to wake someone. "Great!?! It was better than great, it was amazin', I thought we were building somethin'. I thought we were fallin' in lo..." He trailed off.
"Logan..."
"No! We had more time together than you and all american boy had during the first two years of ya marriage." He could feel a lump forming in his throat, words becoming more difficult to form. "Yes Logan marriage." Jean tried to remain focused, even though her voice too became hoarse with unshed tears. "I'm married and I love my husband. What we had was a mistake, that should never have happened."
"Yeah, but it did." Even though he stated the obvious he didn't know what else to say.
"Well Scott understands why it happened and we're working on our communication problems, trying to build a better marriage. I'm truly sorry but it is over Logan." Jean crossed her arms and stared at him. "And what about me huh? I'm supposed to just let it go, pretend like it was nothing?" Logan clenched and unclenched his hands by his side, trying to control the anger that was burning a hole in his belly. "That's not what I'm saying, I never thought that about you."
"That is what yer fuckin' well sayin', glory boy is givin' ya attention again, so I'm just supposed ta crawl back to my cage with my tail between my legs." Logan voice was starting to rise and Jean cast her eyes upwards, praying that no-one would wake. "Waitin' for the next time yer want somthin' hard and eager."
"You're being rediculous..." Jean snorted.
"Am I? I'm not yer puppet Jean!" Logan suddenly reached out and desperately pulled her close, tangling his hands in her hair and tipping her face towards his, he rained kisses on it. Trying so hard to hold on to the most precious thing in his world. "Ya don't have to do this, we can leave tonight just you and me. I love ya, I'll take care of ya, more than the proffessor's lap dog ever could." For a moment Jean's struggles ceased and she leaned into the embrace, saviouring his touch and the warmth of his body, before firmly pushing him away. Where earlier her eyes had been full of tears and pain, now they were cold and her mouth set in a firm line. "I've tried everything I can to make this break up easier, but your just not listening. It's over, it cannot and will not happen again, I don't want you." Logan realised the futility of the argument and started walking towards the door. It felt as if her coldness had burned him. "It's okay Red, I understand. You should get back; he's what yer want after all." He turned into the hall and headed in the direction of the elevator to the lower levels, thoughts of sleep and hockey forgotten, replaced with the urge to go and destroy some training bots and rid himself of some the pain and anger haunting him. He absently rubbed his chest, as if attempting to ease the pain there and hit the down button. �I should have known, ten out'a ten fer observation Cajun.�
In the rec room, Jean wrapped her arms around herself, needing the comfort and stared tearfully around the empty room. "I'm sorry."

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Remy watched Logan head for the elevator and slinked into the rec room to give Jean a piece of his mind, he heard the whole thing and was full of righteous fury. Slamming the door shut and glaring at Jean he derived some small satisfaction in making her jump. "You... bitch." She stood surprised and unsure of what to say. "You don't understand Remy... it's complicated."
"I understand plenty, you got bored wid Scott, t'ought you'd have fun wid wolverine, den t'row 'im aside like a piece of garbage. You like to t'ink of yourself as perfect well I got some news for you... you're not!" Gambit could feel his hands shaking. He began to doubt his decision to face her, but went ahead with it anyway. "You don't know anything about this situation, and I would strongly advise you to leave it well alone." Jean snapped, angry that he could come in here and yell about something that had nothing to do with him. "I know enough. I know dat de only reason you decided to have an affair wid Logan is because of your own insecurities. You like de fact dat Scott's in charge of dis team, you like de fact dat it gives you a little power over de rest of us... an most of all you like having Logan at your beck and call. He's not some animal on a leash for you to pull when you need a little hard fuckin'!! Something that Scott�s too straight laced to give you eh?" Jean ground her teeth together in anger, it wasn't true! "Just what planet are you living on Gambit... you think you can just come in here and stick your nose where it doesn't belong. This is private and has absolutely nothing to do with you!" Remy stood quiet for a moment before starting to chuckle, smiling sarcastically at her. "Oh Remy sorry... he just being doin a little homework, and found dat about de same time you started pulling Logan's strings, was de same time dat he was getting it on wid dat barmaid down at Harry�s." Remy stopped with the sarcasm, and opened the door ready to leave. "T'ink about it. You know dat Scott get jealous real easy and knowing dat wolverine's sniffing after you keep 'im from wanderin away so you keep reelin' im in. Keepin' 'im alone so you can just pick 'im up when Scott gets cold. You is just using Logan each and everytime." Remy suddenly reeled in shock as he realised something. "I bet dat it was you who tol' Scott! You probably kept dropping de hints to make 'im jealous!" Jean completely blanked his last comment, determined to say her piece. "I have never tried to keep Logan alone, that barmaid was nothing, he told me."
"He'd 'ave told you anyt'ing to be wid you Chere, you know how he feels 'bout you."
"It was just for fun, we agreed, there was nothing else in it. And I will not be blamed for this alone, what about Logan. He knew I was married and said yes anyway, don't give me the poor Logan speech, he knew exactly what he was getting into. And how dare you come in here and think you can talk to me about my personal affairs, when you can't even keep your own in order." Flames started to halo her hair as her ire grew. "You have no right and no damned experience to be telling me what I feel or think, have you ever been me? Have you ever been in my situation? No you haven't. So save you pretty speeches for Rogue or one of your one nighters!"
"Non, I 'aven't been you , but I had my strings pulled enough by Rogue to recognise it in someone else and dat's exactly what your doin'!"
"How dare you compare me to Rogue!" The vase on the mantelpiece exploded at roughly the same moment her hand hit his cheek. "You know nothing about me, you know nothing period and I suggest you get out of here and keep your opinion to yourself and before you start preaching about my secrets, remember that if I really wanted to I could force my way in there..." She poked him in the forehead. "...and see just what else your hiding. Next time you might get more than just a short break in Antarctica!" She shoved past him and stormed out.
"One t'ing I did learn from Antarctica chere, is dat if you can't be honest wid d'ose around you, den your gonna lose everyt'ing and get left in de cold!" He called after her.

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