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The Urge	By : gokusgirl Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Jean Views: 6209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Urge

Author: LadyX (gokusgirl@earthlink.net)

Rating: NC17

Summary: Logan catches Jean being naughty�

Universe: Uncanny X-Men; inspired from issue 394.

Warnings: Voyeurism, strong sexual content. Anyone under 18 should not read. This is my first X-Men fanfiction, so forgive me if I'm incorrect with certain aspects of the Uncanny storyline or if I make the characters seem out of character.
Big thanks to Eiluded for beta-reading! I feel so special! >_^

The Urge

Chapter One

Checking her clock for the fourth time that evening, Jean flopped back on her bed, sighing deeply. Scott told her that he was coming to bed soon, but that was over twenty minutes ago. And she was growing agitated and anxious with each passing minute.
Three weeks prior Scott was sent on a mission to Umbria, Italy, to check out a conglomerate of individuals that Professor X had found to be mutants. It was a long, strenuous mission that took every second of his time, and Jean barely had any contact with him whatsoever.
But now he was home, the mission successfully completed. Turns out that the mutants were a peaceful group; only wanting to coexist in the world silently. But Jean sensed from the moment she saw Scott that he was exhausted, and detached.
Nothing came of the confrontation with the mutant group; in fact Scott explained to Professor X and the others in a disclosed meeting that the hours of surveillance tired him, and between jetlag and lack of sleep, he was just glad to be home.
Or was he?
Fumbling with the hem of her satin nightgown, Jean remembered when she finally got Scott alone after the meeting. He was glad to see her, and his embrace was strong and warm. But shuldnuldn't figure out why he blocked his mind from hers. Their minds were like an open book to each other; they shared every thought. But now, when she tried to focus on how he really was feeling, the mental wall flew up, abruptly keeping her away. She wanted to ask him why, but she decided that after a few hours of non-stop lovemaking would relax him enough to open up.
The sound of the bedroom door swiftly opening tore Jean from her thoughts when Scott suddenly walked in, letting out a long, exhausting breath. Jean sat up, nervously thinking that the sigh was one of annoyance. He stood at the door for a moment, the room dimly lit by the small bedside lamp with her favorite red scarf thrown across; giving the room a sensual read glow like the specially crafted ray-bans he wore. She could see them glimmering in the dim light; and for a moment she wished it was his eyes, not the reflection of the shades that stared back at her.
"You still up?" Scott finally spoke, stating the obvious.
"I was waiting up for you," Jean answered softly, letting the bed sheet fall from her body to reveal to him that of what she was wearing. She heard him let out a ragged breath, and a small, playful smile crept across his face as he made his way to the bed� and to her.
It was only moments later they were both naked, with Scott now atop her, kissing her passionately. Jean moaned, longing for this moment for too long. Besides the three weeks he hadn't been home, he really hasn't tod hed her in about a month before that. He was so consumed with his lesson plans and activities with the students to give into his natural desires. His kisses led downward, across the ample valley of her breasts to her soft belly, and Jean could not contain herself any longer. Placing both hands on his shoulders, she tried pushing him further down, aching for his mouth to do sweet torture to her in her nether regions. She felt him protest, pulling himself upward as she pushed him down. Scott finally raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed with a hint of anger and confusion.
"What are you trying to do, Jean?" Scott asked breathlessly.
Jean bit her lip, not sure if she could tell him what she wanted him to do. "Scott, I-I want you to kiss me further down," she managed to say shyly, and instantly she saw the expression on his face tighten.
"Jean," Scott said in a hardening tone as if he was scolding a child. "I told you how I felt about that�I just can't."
"You can't or you won't, Scott?" Jean argued, throwing her leg up over his head to wiggle out of his embrace. "We have been together for years, Scott. I can't understand why you can't fulfill a small fantasy for me."
"Why does it always come down to this?' Scott growled. "This is one of the reasons why we haven't made love in weeks. Now we've discussed this issue until I'm blue in the face, I just can't do that�it's too disgusting."
"Disgusting?" Jean said incredulously as she looked at Scott who was now throwing on his robe. "Well I think blow jobs are disgusting but I'm willing to do them for my man, because he wants it!"
"Jean, stop yelling," Scott cautioned her.
"What's the matter? Afraid that everyone will hear that you find me disgusting? Or that our love life is down the crapper?" Jean yelled towards the ceiling.
"You're going too far now." Scott warned her, his voice low.
"And if you think going down on me is disgusting then I perhaps I should leave!"

Jean eyes welled up with tears, hurt from her boyfriend's words as she pulled her nightgown back on.
"Jean�I never said you were disgusting�" Scott pleaded as he noticed her tears. He walked over to her, rubbing her shoulder softly when she smacked his hand away.
"Don�t touch me!" Jean hissed, her eyes narrowed with venomous anger. "Don�t you ever lay a hand on me again�ever!" She grabbed her pillow and the comforter off the bed, exiting the bedroom as she slammed the door as hard as she possibly could.
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She curled up on the leather couch, hugging her pillow as she softly wept into it. How did it come to this? There was a time that Scott worshipped her, and now all he can do is find fault. She didn't ask for much; she knew that Scott was a busy man. She just wanted to feel�yearned for somehow. She rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Jean couldn't remember when she felt the flip-flop of her stomach when she knew Scott was near; or the nervous anticipation for his touch. She missed it�longed for it�
She sighed, closing her eyes as she thought back to a memory, a secret moment in her past that she kept locked away from Scott. It was the kind of memory that she relived to remind herself that even in the brink of despair; she was needed�and wanted badly.
The moment was one of sheer intensity; of desperation; of trepidation. She remembered the room she stood in as if it was yesterday. A small child's room, with ordinary toys lying about, was subsequently a monstrous mutant's subconscious that she was trapped in. The room is fading, and it was soon realized that the person's subconscious was disappearing at a rapid rate. Fear stabbed through her chest as she realized that she was about to die�but then she remembered that she was not alone; Logan is there. He grabbed her shoulders tightly, his face filled with this sense of urgency, but calm. He told her:
"�until we take our last breath, I'm going to keep livin'�but if this is our last breath�we ain't wastin' it."
And he kissed her.
The kiss was rough and hard; exactly how Jean had imaged a kiss with Logan would be. In spite of the amount of debris swirling around them, Jean could feel Logan's warm, muscled body crushing tightly against hers. Under these circumstances, Jean figured that if Logan truly felt he was going to die, then he would die knowing what it was like to kiss her, to feel her in his arms at least once�little did he know secretly Jean felt the same way he did. She didn't want to die not knowing how his lips felt on hers, how he tasted�
All in that moment, Jean saw her life flash before her eyes. Her being taken in by Professor Xavier, meeting Scott for the first time�she also remembered the first time she met Logan, how they argued, how even though she loathed him at times he still flirted dangerously with her.
After the incident, she remembered how Scott questioned what happened, and at the moment Jean's memory was foggy as sheod ood on shaky legs. She all at once remembered, and Logan quickly interjected, sensing her distress and ignominy over the situation. Logan told Scott that it was 'all in a day's work�' sending Jean the message that what happened between them, stayed between them. The kiss was never brought up again.
Jean sighed as she thought of how one little incident could destroy her peace of mind, and have power over her very controlled sex drive. She was never a frigid person; she loved sex just as much as the next person. But Logan's constant flirting did things to her that she didn't think was possible.

Appalling as his dirty anecdotes would be to her; she couldn't help but think of his nasty comments when she was alone, or even worse, with Scott. It really wasn't what he said; it was simply how he said it. He would whisper in her ear and tell her of all the things he could do for her, leaving her breathless. Huld uld breathe hotlto hto her ear, his tone gravelly and dripping with lust. It took a lot of control to walk away from him with a straight face, knowing when he sensed her heart rate increase his words had affected her.
And that evening with his iniquitous thoughts still on her mind, she was more aggressive with Scott in bed. Her thoughts carrying herself to that moment when Logan stood closely behind her, the heat of his body emanating a feral glow as he told her how he would fuck her�Scott began to notice the difference in their lovemaking, and stopped altogether.
So now it's down to this. Retreating to the recreation room's couch and Scott never offers to go instead of her. She realized now that he wants her to go. That being with her now does disgusts him. Jean sat up, letting out a small whimper as she wiped her face. 'No', Jean tells herself. 'I will not torture myself like this.'
Trying to get her mind off her thoughts, Jean picked up the television remote and clicked it on. She let out a sigh as she rested her head back against the couch, passing several TV shows and infomercials. She frowned as she clicked back to a previous channel, when something caught her attention. Sitting up, she looked back at the monitor with her mouth agape. She never knew at late night they showed such pornographic material.
Jean felt her skin cover fiercely with goose bums shs she watched the program. The man in the story was on top of the busty brunette woman, pounding away frantically. Never one to watch material like this, tonight she wanted to see it. As she watched, she felt so dirty�but yet so alive. She felt a uncontrolled sensation radiating from the pit of her belly that she never felt before. It was arousing to watch the couple go at viciously, their moans and grunts filling her ears like sweet music. All at once, she felt ashamed, and Jean looked around the room to make sure no one was watching her. As her gaze went back to the television, she gasped when she now saw another man living her very fantasy on the screen and in spite of herself she bit her lip to prevent from moaning.
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He always felt this way when he left the danger room. His muscles were so tense that they jumped, and his senses were so acute that he could smell the stale air emitting from the air ducts. He was on edge, and anxious�his animal instincts so finely tuned at that moment that it took him minutes to collect hif, tf, to calm himself down so he could remind himself that he was human�
Taking a deep, exhausted breath, Logan lit his cigar with shaky hands. He thought that going through the training exercises would help him control the beast inside him. But lately, it seemed to bring it out all the more. For weeks now he had this premonition, this deep unholy feeling in his gut that something was about to happen. And he wanted to be ready for it.
He closed his eyes as he took a long drag off his Cuban, relishing the taste for the moment. He walked over to the danger room console to shut it down for the evening, grabbed his towel and left for a hot shower and some well deserved sleep.
As soon as he stepped into the hallway, he smelled it.
His muscles twitched with excitement as he raised his nose to the air, inhaling deeply. He couldn't believet het he was sensing�Jean, in heat? He walked silently down the hallway, his senses going haywire as the scent grew stronger. He knew for weeks now that Scott's scent on Jean was fading, and it would only be a matter of time when he could take her for his own. But she had to go to him willingly�he wasn't about to pressure her into something she would regret. She meant too much. Logan wasn't entirely sure why Jean and Scott's relationship was on the rocks; all he could see was a window of opportunity to get thrown into the mix�once he stole little Jeannie's heart he never intend on giving it back.
Logan noticed the light flickering from the television set in the rec room, and Jean's scent permeating heavily inside. He crept silently, like a predator stalking his prey as he made his way to the door. Nothing prepared him for the glorious sight he saw when he finally looked inside.
The program that was on was an x-rated flick, obviously from the two naked individuals that were carrying on like no tomorrow. But what Logan saw Jean doing sent his senses into overdrive. Jean, with her back to Logan was watching the program, with her leg now thrown over the leather armrest. And from the rapid movement of her hands, she was pleasuring herself.
Logan gritted his teeth, commanding his feet to stay where they were. No wonder the heat of her desire was so strong; she was extremely horny and it made Logan instantly erect. He could hear her gasping, whispering to herself as she watched, working hard to bring herself to completion. He saw her hips buck up towards her hands when she watched the man go down between the woman's legs, and he smirked devilishly. He never thought in a million years that Jean would be so naughty. It was a definite turn on. Jean whimpered; her hand slowing down as she threw her head back. Logan frowned. He could sense her frustration, not able to bring herself to the climatic ending she so desperately wanted.
Logan felt so torn with himself. Should he walk away�or go in and seduce her while she was on the brink of desperation? There would be consequences, he knew. He didn't want to embarrass her, and yet he wanted to please her. And they way she smelled, so hot and so ready� the sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet sex drove him wild, making the blood pound furiously in his head. Suddenly the one thing happened that Logan knew would. He lost all resolve as the animal within came forward, and with a soft growl he stepped across the threshold of the rec room's doorway, making his presence known.

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