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Indecent Obsession � chapter three

The next morning, Scott was sitting in the main dining room
eating breakfast when Rogue walked in and sat down next to him. She had her
silky hair tied in a loose knot at the back of her head and a faint dusting of
make-up that enhanced her natural prettiness instead of overpowering it. Scott
thought she should do her friends a favor and give them some pointers on the
art of subtle make-up application. Most of them looked like they�d gotten a
screaming deal on a truckload of cosmetics and had decided to use everything at
once. Scott caught the scent of the
perfume she�d been favoring lately � a vanilla-based fragrance that made him
want to bury his face against her throat and lick it. Her pouty mouth was
coated in a clear gloss, which he knew was strawberry-scented and he wondered
if she tasted as good as he was imagining.

�I just wanted to thank you for last night,� Rogue began.

Seeing the puzzled look on Scott�s face, she continued, �You
know, for trying to treat me like a normal person.�

He realized she was talking about their playfulness in the
pool and wasn�t quite sure what to say � �You are normal� not exactly being the
truth. And he couldn�t confess that his reasons for almost touching her
whenever the opportunity presented itself were totally selfish and not merely
to show others there was nothing to fear.

Rogue waited another heartbeat, understanding that it was an
awkward moment � that she�d caught Scott off-guard and he was at a loss for an
appropriate response � before continuing.

�You�re the only person besides Logan who doesn�t flinch
whenever I come within a hundred-yard radius, and I want you to know I
appreciate that�a lot,� her voice was choked with emotion as she looked at him
with big brown eyes filled with adoration.

Rogue�s ongoing idol worship of Logan irritated the hell out
of Scott, but at least it appeared the Wolverine might just have to shove over
a bit on that lofty pedestal.

When Rogue laid a gloved hand on his arm and favored him with
a shy smile, it took all the willpower he could muster not to pull her into his
arms and kiss her senseless. Or technically knock himself senseless. Her
reaction to his acts of kindness was just the response Scott had been hoping
for and he felt fairly confident it could be parlayed from simple gratitude to
something even more satisfying � for both of them. And yet he suddenly felt like a complete bastard for his late
night sojourns to the Danger Room and the terribly naughty things he did with
Rogue�s virtual reality counterpart.

Scott was infinitely grateful Jean had some work that needed
her immediate attention this morning. Opting to have her coffee �to go�, she
was now safely ensconced downstairs in her lab instead of being up here with
him. It would be dangerous for him to
be gazing wistfully into Rogue�s chocolate-colored eyes when his fianc�e was in
the vicinity. Despite the ever-present ruby glasses, Rogue instinctively knew
Scott was staring at her, call it woman�s intuition, and she blushed daintily.
She picked up her blueberry muffin and nibbled on one edge, not noticing
Scott�s reaction to that perfectly innocent gesture.

Just then, Mildred, the Professor�s new secretary,
approached their table. The fifty-something good-natured woman had been a
welcome addition to their staff � even initiating a form of �casual
Friday�. At first Charles had refused,
calling it undignified, and then after much prodding, reluctantly agreed to
lose the jacket of his suit. By the third Friday Mildred had somehow managed to
convince him to ditch the suit completely for a pair of dress slacks and a
shirt sans tie. Well, he�d tried to wear a tie, but Mildred had taken a pair of
scissors and boldly cut it off. When she�d told him that a peek of chest hair
was sexy, Charles had blushed furiously as both Jean and Ororo tried to stifle
a laugh.

�Good morning,� Mildred said, addressing both Scott and
Rogue, then favoring the younger woman with a warm smile, �Rogue, you�re just
the person I was looking for. Charles is just about finished speaking to Logan
and he�s asked to talk to you.�

The Professor rarely made contact telepathically, as it was
too jarring for most people, which explained why Mildred was there to deliver
the message in person.

�Do you know what the Professor wants to speak to me about?�
Rogue asked as she moved to stand up.

�Oh, I�m sorry I didn�t make myself clear. It�s Logan that
wants to talk to you, sweetie,� Mildred clarified.

A wave of disappointment swept over Scott as he saw Rogue�s
face light up. A flash of irritation
surfaced next as he thought about Logan�s infuriatingly bad timing. He watched
Rogue bounce off happily after Mildred and considered pounding a holographic
Wolverine in tonight�s Danger Room session instead of making love to sweet
little *Rogue*. Maybe he�d do both � beat the snot out of VR *Logan* and
then force him to watch as he victoriously claimed his �prize�. Scott shook his head � he certainly was
getting into �letters to Penthouse� territory lately.

~*~*~*

At the end of the afternoon training session Charles
informed the younger team members that their uniforms had been completed and
were awaiting them in their lockers.
The five junior X-Men scurried off in excited anticipation.

If Scott thought seeing Rogue in a skintight bodysuit did
all kinds of interesting things for his lower region, he was totally unprepared
for the sight of her in the form-fitting leather and �fuck me� high-heeled
boots. He was grateful that the t-shirt he�d opted to wear for today�s training
session hung down just below his thighs because it managed to successfully
conceal the instant hard-on he got the moment Rogue re-entered the gym. The
zipper on her uniform was down low enough to reveal a hint of cleavage and all
Scott could think about was taking a hold of the little metal tab and lowering
that zipper even more until she spilled out of the buttery-soft material.

{Scott!} A voice echoed in his head. Shit, he�d been
projecting and Charles had picked up on it.

If there was such a thing as internal mumbling, Scott was
doing it as he sought a reasonable explanation for his lewd thoughts directed
at someone other than his fianc�e.

{It�s okay, Scott, you are a normal man after all, and she
is quite lovely. Tip of the day � try and rein in those particular thoughts
when you�re around Jean.}

Charles punctuated that last �remark� with a conspiratorial
wink and a bloom of heat suffused Scott�s face.

�All I need now is a whip and a pair of handcuffs and I�d be
fulfilling all of Dean�s fantasies,� Jubilee said, referring to her boyfriend
of the moment.
�Hey, Kitty, there are 265 bones in the human body, would you like another
one?� John asked with a naughty lift of his eyebrows.
�You�re so gross,� Kitty retorted.
�That�s not a no,� he replied with a grin.
�I think my uniform�s a little tight around the crotch,� Bobby said as he
fidgeted.
�You wish,� Jubilee replied with a snort.
�Well, I�m changing out of this homage to bondage and discipline and then
I�m off to wash my car,� John announced.
�You�re actually gonna wash that heap? Aren�t you worried it�s the dirt
that�s actually holding it together?� Bobby asked, barely controlling the urge
to laugh.
�Hey, that car happens to be a classic,� John replied, defending the beat-up
piece of junk he�d purchased the previous summer that was, much to Scott�s
dismay, currently leaking a variety of fluids all over the floor of the garage.
�I didn�t know crap could be labeled �classic�. I�d offer you a dollar for it, but I�d be allowing myself to be
ripped off,� Bobby said with a chuckle, proud of his wit.
�Well, at least I own something with an engine, unlike a certain someone
whose only mode of transportation is a skateboard,� John quipped back, which
instantly deflated Bobby. Then turning to the trio of girls he asked, �Would
you three like to slip into your bikinis and help me give my baby a bath?�
�Bah, you just want an excuse to ogle our goodies,� Jubilee said with a roll
of her eyes.
�I know�I�m a bad boy. I oughta be spanked,� John said and flashed Jubilee a
look that contained enough heat that his gift could�ve probably ignited it into
a small fireball.
Rogue just blushed at all the sexual innuendo being bantered about, which
naturally Scott found very appealing. Thoughts of wanting to follow her into
the locker room and help peel her out of the leather were quickly suppressed as
he glanced over at Charles. Luckily for Scott the Professor was too busy
shielding his mind from the onslaught of naughty images from the others to pay heed
to anyone specifically. Scott meanwhile was debating between two equally
enticing scenarios for tonight�s �rendezvous� with *Rogue*.
~*~*~*
Jean was suffering from one of her infamous headaches that were all too
common among telepaths. Although under Charles� tutelage Jean�s shields were
growing progressively stronger, there were some days that she was overwhelmed
from the constant barrage of images from a houseful of teenagers exploring
their sexualities. Scott had once jokingly asked her if she�d learned anything
they could put to good use.
Having access to pharmaceuticals had its advantage and Jean was now sleeping
peacefully in a drug-induced haze. Knowing she wouldn�t wake up for the next
eight hours Scott pondered acting out both scenarios he�d considered earlier as
he headed down to the Danger Room.
As he opened the program file he couldn�t decide which fantasy to indulge in
first. Remembering Logan�s interruptive phone call at breakfast time made the
choice easier. He was going to enjoy teaching him just who *Rogue* belonged to
and proceeded to make his selection.
Scott opened the door of the main arena and stepped into a replica of the
driveway in front of the garage. Some of the students who didn�t have parents
sending them �pocket money� would do chores around the mansion for a small
allowance. One such student was *Rogue*, who was busy washing Scott�s prized
cherry-red 1965 Mustang that he�d saved from the junkyard and spent a year
lovingly restoring. *Rogue* was currently attired in only the briefest of denim
shorts and a sleeveless white cotton half-shirt that was tied in a knot between
her breasts, which left her tummy enticingly exposed.
Scott stood at the edge of the garage, concealed by an Italian Cyprus
tree, and just observed the object of his fantasies as she soaped up his
�baby�. She bent over the hood to reach the section closest to the windshield
and the motion made the little shorts ride up enough to give Scott a nice
glimpse of her curvaceous bottom. His
breathing hitched as his hard-on strained the material of his neatly pressed
chinos. He continued to just watch as she bathed his car with the bubbly
cleanser and was tempted to unzip and stroke himself, but ultimately decided
he�d rather it was her hand, or preferably her mouth, on his cock.
The day was unbearably hot, with the temperature easily in the mid-90�s,
and *Rogue* decided to cool off by spraying herself down with the hose before
she rinsed the car. That made the thin cotton material of her tiny shirt
completely transparent, and Scott could now readily make out the sweet little
peaks of her nipples. No longer content with simply being a voyeur, Scott
stepped out from his hiding place and strode over to the soaking wet young
woman.
He was stunned when *Rogue* told him he looked �hot� and proceeded to
turn the hose on him � soaking him as well. In one fluid motion Scott peeled
off his waterlogged t-shirt revealing a nicely muscled chest with a dusting of
hair that trailed down his finely sculpted physique. *Rogue* released an
appreciative sigh and licked her lips.
�I wanna taste you,� Scott said huskily.
�Where?� *Rogue* asked mischievously.
�How about I start with that temptingly sweet mouth of yours,� Scott
replied as he bent his head and captured her lips with his own sexy mouth.
*Rogue* opened her mouth cooperatively and Scott sunk his tongue into it
to lick at her smaller tongue. He drew her against him, and then slid his hands
under the edge of her shorts to caress her bottom as her arms wrapped around
him and her small hands began mapping his broad back. When they broke for air,
he looked down at her and told he thought it was unfair that he was
bare-chested while she still had her top on � sheer as it was, and leaving
nothing to the imagination. When she reached to untie the knot that held the
clinging material to her, he pulled her hands away � wanting the pleasure of
stripping her himself. There was something infinitely exciting each time the
first moment her breasts were revealed to him and his breath caught in his
throat as he parted the sodden fabric and then helped her shrug out of it.
�Damn, you have the most perfect nipples,� Scott proclaimed as he bent
his head and licked first one and then the other.
�And you have the most perfect cock,�*Rogue* said as she unzipped his
pants, pushed them down past his hips, taking his boxers with them, and
sank to her knees in front of him.
He threaded his fingers through her brown and platinum hair as she took
him into her mouth and started a gentle sucking action.
�Oh yeah, suck me, baby,� he said as he closed his eyes and his head
lolled to one side.
He stood there with his pants around his ankles as she worked her tongue
and teeth over his throbbing flesh. In Scott�s fantasy world *Rogue* was
talented at giving blowjobs and with a strangled gasp, he soon emptied himself
down her throat. Stepping out of his shoes and the pile of fabric that
constituted his pants and boxers, he kicked everything aside. Then he pulled
*Rogue* up to a standing position and dove for her mouth, tasting himself and
finding it turned him on more than he would�ve thought. His fingers unsnapped
the button and pulled down the zipper of her shorts, then pushed them down �
running his hands over the cheeks of her bottom, left exposed by her thong panties.
The shorts hit the ground and *Rogue* stepped out of the wet denim, leaving her
in just the thong. Scott picked up the hose and sprayed the hood of the Mustang
to cool it off, then lifted *Rogue* up and placed her on it. Taking a moment to
admire the image of her soft curves against the hard metal, he relieved her of
the last scrap of modesty, then parted her legs and bent his head down to taste
her.
�Oh, God yes, lick me,� *Rogue* moaned as Scott swiped his tongue over
her.
Scott ran his mouth up and down her until he took her over the edge and
the hood of the car had a different kind of wet spot. As *Rogue�s* head lolled
to her right she noticed someone in one of the upstairs windows was looking
down on them.
�We have an audience,� she informed Scott who had stood up and was
currently wiping *Rogue�s* juices off of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Scott�s gaze followed to where *Rogue* was gesturing with a tilt of her
head and saw the spectator � *Logan*.
�Well, shall we give Mr. Peep Show Customer his quarter�s worth?� Scott
asked with a wicked grin.
*Rogue* sat up, pulled Scott towards her and they melted into a heated
kiss.
Having noticed that the window was partially open, Scott realized that
*Logan�s* enhanced senses would enable him to hear them, and possibly even
catch the scent of *Rogue�s* arousal.
He pushed her back down onto the hood and then climbed on top of her, not
even caring that they were denting his �baby�.
Brushing his fingers over her full lips, he asked, �Whose kisses do you
want, *Rogue*?�
�Yours,� she replied as she pulled him toward her and pressed a tender
kiss to his mouth.
�Who do you want touching and licking these?� he asked as he cupped her
breasts.
�You,� she answered as the moisture pooled between her legs.
�And kissing your tummy?� Scott continued as he trailed his mouth down
her body.
�Guess?� *Rogue* replied mischievously.
�Me?� Scott asked, flashing her a naughty grin and then dipping his
tongue into her navel, which made her giggle.
Parting her legs slightly and placing his hand between them, he
continued, �And whose mouth and cock do you want here?�
�Yours,�*Rogue* moaned as her arousal kicked up several more notches.
�I�m so hard for you, baby, and I
just wanna fuck you,� he said as he splayed her legs apart and positioned
himself to penetrate her.
�Oh yes, fuck me, Scott,� *Rogue* said, her voice a combination of
mischief and lust.
Scott reached over her and grabbed onto the top edge of the hood for
leverage, then glancing up at *Logan* and giving him a triumphant grin, he
thrust into her. *Rogue* let out a throaty moan, wrapped her legs around his
hips and braced her hands on his shoulders as he began rocking into her. She
tipped her head to one side, exposing the pale skin of her throat and he slid
his tongue over her jugular. Moving his mouth back down to her breasts, he blew
across her left nipple before swirling his tongue over it and then nibbling on
it.
As he switched to *Rogue�s* other nipple, Scott glanced up at *Logan*,
wishing at this moment that he were a telepath, but seeing the mixture of
desire and rage on the older man�s face realized that �gift� was unnecessary.
Flushed with a feeling of immense satisfaction, he wasn�t done torturing
*Logan* just yet. Scott braced himself
on his hands and raised himself up enough so that *Logan* got a clear view of
*Rogue�s* fabulous naked body as she writhed beneath him and he thrust into her
with renewed purpose.
�Deeper!� *Rogue* shouted out, as she grabbed his ass to make her point.
Scott released his grip on the
hood to push her legs up towards her shoulders as *Rogue* raised her hips,
allowing him to slide into her even further.
�Oh yeah �that�s it!� she cried out as he resumed driving into her.
�I love your tight little pussy,� he panted as he felt her inner muscles
grip his cock.
�And I love your big, rock-hard cock,� she moaned, returning the
compliment.
Once again, Scott glanced up at *Logan* and was pleased to see that he
was still watching.
�This�ll teach you to flirt with my girl�now I�m screwing yours.�
Scott leaned down and flicked his tongue over one of *Rogue�s* nipples
before giving it a gentle bite. *Rogue* meanwhile was running her hands up and
down Scott�s back and over his well-toned ass as she continued to writhe and moan
under him.
Moments later she screamed his name as the orgasm rippled through her and
with one final thrust Scott cried out her name as he spilled himself deep
inside her.
�Damn, sugar, now that�s my idea of an afternoon �ride�,� *Rogue*
proclaimed with a playful grin.
The metal of the car was starting to heat up, so Scott suggested they go
to her room for a second round. He was amused and aroused when *Rogue* sprinted
for the house without benefit of putting her clothes back on. Not bothering to cover
himself either, he chased her back into the house and up the back staircase. He
caught up with her just as she got to her door and pulled her into his arms for
a heated kiss. *Rogue* reached behind her and opened the door to her room and
they tumbled through the doorway, still kissing.
�That was some show.�
Scott and *Rogue* broke apart and turned toward the source of the
familiar voice.
�Come to turn down the comforter for us?� Scott asked teasingly as he
moved to wrap his arms possessively around *Rogue�s* waist. She leaned against
Scott in such a way that she was facing *Logan*, giving him full view of her
naked body.
Noting where *Logan�s* gaze was riveted, Scott asked, �Beautiful, isn�t
she?�
*Logan* licked his lips in response.
�Do you wanna fuck her?�
�Well, I sure as shit don�t wanna fuck you,�*Logan* snarled.
Scott let out a clipped laugh. �Guess Jubilee was wrong when she said
you�d fuck anything that couldn�t outrun you.�
�Jubilee wasn�t even tryin� to get away from me,� *Logan* said with a
flick of his eyebrows.
Scott just smirked and then pressing his mouth against *Rogue�s* ear he
asked, �How naughty are you feeling?�
�Very.� Came her breathy reply.
Scott gestured with a jerk of his head in invitation for *Logan* to come
over to them. Stopping just in front of
them, *Logan* dropped to his knees, placed his hands on *Rogue�s* hips and
began kissing her stomach.
�Lick her pussy,� Scott ordered.
*Logan* buried his face in the fragrant dark curls and began to lick in
earnest. It gave Scott a twisted sense of possession that *Logan* could
probably taste the fact that he�d been there first. *Logan* paused long enough to instruct Scott to support *Rogue*
as he lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders then returned his mouth
to her now soaking wet pussy. With a few more talented licks and nibbles he
took her over the edge and was rewarded with a mouthful of her sweet juices.
*Logan* took her legs off of his shoulders, then stood up and unzipped his
jeans.
�Time to return the favor, darlin�,� he said as he freed his erect cock.
�Can I?� *Rogue* asked Scott.
Scott triumphantly shot *Logan* a �Ha, she isn�t going to suck you off
until I give her permission� look and then, after a protracted pause, nodded
his acquiescence. *Rogue* knelt before *Logan* and proceeded to give him a
blowjob.
When it became obvious that *Logan* was about to come, Scott pulled
*Rogue* away from him.
�No swallowing,� he said as *Logan�s* ejaculate arced up in the air and
splattered on the carpet.
�You better not pull a stunt like that when I�m fuckin� her,� *Logan*
growled.
�Who says you�re gonna have that pleasure?� Scott asked, wondering why he
hadn�t programmed a less defiant version of Logan. �Because that wouldn�t have
been half as much fun�, he answered himself.
�Whatsa matter, Cyke, scared of a little competition? Afraid she might like fuckin� me more than
she does you?�
�You�re no threat to me,� Scott replied dismissively.
�Well, guess you�ve got nothin� to worry about then,� *Logan* said and
then gave *Rogue* a heated look, which was rewarded with a blush.
Scott wrapped his arms around *Rogue* in a display of possession and
said, �Just remember she�s only on loan.�
�Yeah, yeah�whatever,� *Logan* responded, not bothering to take his eyes
off of *Rogue* as he said it.
�My rules, or you can take your erection and go home.�
�Always gotta be the boss�makes me wonder what you�re compensatin� for,�
*Logan* said as he stripped off his white t-shirt, then shoved his already
unbuttoned and unzipped jeans down and stepped out of them to reveal his
renewed erection.
�Come to daddy,� he instructed *Rogue* with a crook of his finger.
�Perv,� *Rogue* replied teasingly as she walked into his outstretched
arms.
�No kissing,� Scott decreed.
*Logan* responded to that command by leaning down and capturing *Rogue�s*
mouth in a devouring kiss.
Scott decided right then that he was going to reprogram *Logan* to be
more receptive to orders, and oh yeah, with a smaller dick.
*Logan* meanwhile had swept *Rogue* up in his arms, deposited her on the
bed and had proceeded to climb on top of her.
�Hey!� Scott snapped, �Who said you get to go first?�
*Logan* paused long enough to turn to Scott and say, �You selfish prick,
you just fucked her � now it�s my turn.�
�He does have a point, lovebunny,� *Rogue* said.
�Lovebunny?� *Logan* scoffed in obvious amusement.
Yup, Scott was definitely gonna have to do something about �neutering�
*Logan*.
�And what exactly am I supposed to do while you play hide the weenie?�
�Entertain yourself,� *Logan* suggested as he made a jerking-off motion.
�Or you could join us,� *Rogue* offered, extending her hand in
invitation.
�He�s not getting his dick anywhere near me,� *Logan* immediately
protested.
�Trust me, you have nothing I wanna rub up against,� Scott responded.
�Gee, that�s a relief,� *Logan* said mockingly.
Scott stood there clenching his
jaw in contemplation. He honestly couldn�t think of a way that all three of
them could be tangled on the bed without him coming into contact with the other
person in the room who had �parts� he wasn�t interested in getting acquainted
with. Scott mentally gave himself a kick for not programming a replica of Storm
as their �audience� instead of Logan. He�d been so eager to lord it over
Wolverine, that he�d failed to think the scenario all the way through. And now
he was stuck with it.
Apparently VR*Logan* had about as much patience as the real Logan, and
not waiting for Scott to solve this little dilemma, he�d begun to make love to
*Rogue*.
Scott just stood there, mouth agape, as the porno-come-to-life played out
in front of him.
*Logan* had *Rogue* on her back, her legs splayed apart � giving Scott a
gynecological view of the area he�d so often had his own mouth and cock. He
watched as *Logan* positioned himself between *Rogue�s* thighs, then with a
playful wink and a �Brace yourself, darlin��, he gave a thrust of his hips and
was sheathed inside her.
�Oh, yes,� *Rogue* moaned.
Scott knew she loved the initial thrust of penetration, but was jealous
that someone else was eliciting that moan of appreciation from her. She moved
to wrap her legs around *Logan�s* hips, but he put his hands on her knees and
pushed them back towards her shoulders.
�Ooooooooh,� *Rogue* sighed in response to the deeper penetration the
angle afforded.
*Logan* was pistoning into her hard, his hands planted on either side of
her holding his weight off of her, so that apart from the point where their
bodies were intimately connected, they weren�t making skin-to-skin contact.
Scott managed to break out of his trance and crossed the room to climb onto the
bed so that he was just behind *Rogue�s* head. He�d planned to cover her face
with tender kisses, but she apparently had another idea when his cock came into
her line of vision. She reached up, wrapped her hand around the shaft and began
stroking him. Scott closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her cool hand
around his warm flesh then snapped them open again when he felt her tongue
flick over the head. He angled himself until he was directly over her, making
it more comfortable for her to take him into her mouth. She obliged and began
to suck him gently, massaging his scrotum in the process. As Scott fucked her
mouth he tried to ignore the fact that *Logan* was at the other end thrusting
into her. At least with her mouth �full�, he no longer had to listen to the
little moans of pleasure the other man had been wrenching from her. A talented *Rogue* soon had Scott careening
toward release and he emptied himself down her throat. As he slipped from her
mouth, Scott fell backwards but miscalculated and dropped onto the floor.
�Hey, watch out for those dismounts,� *Logan* teased causing *Rogue* to
snicker.
�You okay, baby?� she asked.
�He�s fine,� *Logan* said, �His ego�s probably bruised worse than his
ass.�
Scott just harrumphed and was sorely tempted to lift up his protective
glasses and simply blast *Logan* into the next room. *Logan* meanwhile had
resumed his ministrations to *Rogue*, who was definitely �on board� with the
whole thing and writhing beneath him. Scott jumped to his feet having decided
that this little scenario was not working out the way he�d envisioned and
having no desire to simply watch *Logan* and *Rogue* perform a live sex-act, he
walked out of the Danger Room arena and disengaged the program.
Frustrated and annoyed instead of satisfied, he returned to his room and
plunked down hard on the bed, the bounce causing Jean to wake up. In Scott�s
agitated state he forgot to put up the shields he�d always used whenever lusty
thoughts of Rogue consumed him. Jean �felt� the wave of hunger roll off of him
and was just about to turn over and see if she could help him quench that
craving when it hit her that it wasn�t her he was thinking about. Barring an
emergency, her ethics wouldn�t allow her to �read� anyone without permission,
but Scott was projecting enough that compromising her principals wasn�t an
issue in this case. She picked up vibes of intense jealousy and anger directed
at Logan over Rogue and was confused why Scott would feel that way. Trying to push aside her own jealous
reaction to the thought of Logan with another woman, especially Rogue, she
tried to focus on Scott�s state of mind, but by this time he�d realized his
mistake and raised his shields. Jean got nothing more from him and was left
with just a bunch of unanswered questions. Questions she wasn�t sure she wanted
the answers to.
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