The Urge | By : gokusgirl Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Jean Views: 6209 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Once more I have to thank Eiluned for beta-reading this story for me…it really helps to straighten out all the awkward lines and errors that I simply couldn't see! Thanks again!! ^_^
The Urge
Chapter Three
Applying her makeup with nervous hands, she looked back at her refection, and frowned.
How could she face him again?
Professor Xavier had called for an important meeting in about five minutes, and Jean was not looking forward to seeing Logan there.
It was approximately one solid week after the heated incident in the recreation room, and Jean felt a terrible sense of dread in seeing Logan. She hadn't seen him since that night; in fact she was avoiding him because she felt ambivalent about it all. She knew he would stare at her; mocking her as she licked his tongue lazily across his lips, giving her the hint that would make her so embarrassed that she would probably run out of the room.
'Logan…' Jean thought to herself as she placed her head in her hands. How could someone like Logan bring her so much pleasure? And he did it with no objection…with the same effort he would if she'd asked him to tie her shoelace. She didn’t know what confused her more; how Logan was so unselfish in giving her what she wanted sexually, or the fact that he didn’t want anything in return.
Or did he?
She only prayed that he would keep what happened between them a secret. If Scott found out about what happened…
"The hell with Scott," Jean spoke aloud as she stood up from her vanity. No way was she going to feel guilty about Logan giving her what Scott refused to do. She made up in her mind that she ran for the moment, but she had total control over her sexual impulses. It was also Logan's loss if he didn't want her, either. What he gave her that night tided her over for at least another four weeks at best.
Checking her appearance once more, she heard the bedroom door close as she turned to see Scott standing there. He had a placid smile on his face; hoping to keep the peace with his wife for the time being.
"Are you ready to go downstairs?" Scott asked.
"I'm ready," Jean replied as she walked past him, opening the door. "Ls gos go."
****
"Cerebro has located a mutant in Norfolk, Virginia," Professor began as he clasped his hands together tightly. "More or less in the Hampton Roads area. It's not a dangerous mutant; but from the distress feelings I get from her, she is on the run."
"Well how old is she, Professor?" Scott inquired. Jean looked at him for a mt; wt; wondering why her age was so important. She sighed as she nervously began to look around the room, and saw Logan leaned against the wall, his cowboy hat tipped down low over his eyes as the toothpick rolled from corner to corner in his mouth. That sensuous mouth…
"Jean?" Ororo called out to her team mate, tearing her from her sinful thoughts. Jean blinked, and smiled weakly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Jean said confidently, giving them a small shrug.
"Well Jean, are you up to the task?" Professor asked; his eyebrows rising with curiosity.
Jean looked around the room, not sure to what the Professor was asking. "Am I up to what?"
"Taking the mission…" Scott replied as he looked at her suspiciously. "With Logan to Norfolk."
As panic rose in Jeans chest, she bolted upright in her chair. She looked over at Logan once again, and this time he gave her a small, gloating smirk as he lowered his head once again. Jean looked back at the professor with pleading eyes.
"Wouldn't this require a twn ten team to go get this girl?" Jean managed to say.
"Well in normal cases yes," Professor X answered as he flipped through some paperwork on his desk. "But since we are dealing with a female mutant, I would prefer if you would go and try to convince the woman to come along with you; you have very persuasive techniques."
"And Logan's going to make sure you don’t get into any trouble." Scott added with assurance.
'If Logan goes, I will be in trouble,' Jean thought to herself.
"If she goes or don't go, don't mean a shit to me," Logan finally spoke as he pushed himself form off the wall, rising his hat up as he eyeballed all the members in the room. "I'm leaving at six o'clock tonight for Norfolk to get this gal, and I'll be more than persuasive to get her to come along."
With that he exited, leaving a very angry Jean grumbling under her breath.
"So are you going or not?" Ororo asked tiredly. "Because I had planned on hiking this weekend."
"Fine, I'll go," Jean fumed, standing up and walking to the door. "Is everybody happy?"
"Jean, sometimes we have to do things we don't want to. That's what makes this team so successful."
"Wow," Jean said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. "If you could only practice what you preach, I wouldn't have to sleep on the couch just about every night." Scott frowned, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment for her bringing up such an intimate matter in front of the group. Before he retort, she was already out the door, heading up to pack for her mission to Norfolk.
****
"We should be there in about an hour," Jean told Logan as she set the jet's controls to auto pilot. She reclined back into her chair as she looked over the systems diagnostics, trying hard to ignore Logan's intense gaze that had instilled on her the moment they took off from the institute. His stare burned through her, and made her so uncomfortable because she really didn’t know where she stood with Logan. Especially after his harsh comment in the meeting that morning…
'…if she goes or don't go, don't mean a shit to me,' the words rang in Jean's head, making her madder andderdder with each passing moment. How could he one moment want to do all he could to please her, and then be cold and unfeeling the next? Maybe, Jean thought, it was an elaborate act to keep the others from knowing how he truly felt. But the question was:
Which one was the act?
"A penny for your thoughts, Jeannie," Logan finally said, breaking the minutes of intense silence between the two. Jean looked over at him, and mentally noted how sexy he looked in his black leather outfit. "You've been awfully quiet."
"Well I have a lot on my mind," Jean replied, her attention going back to the console.
"Wouldn't have anything to do with yours truly, would it?" Logan said with a sly grin on his face.
"Hardly," Jean said coldly, never looking up from the console.
"Well I figured you wanted to talk about it now, since we're alone and all."
"About what?" Jean asked with all the innocence she could manage.
"Don't play coy with me darlin'," Logan said with a light chuckle. "We both know what a bad little girl you can be. And you were on fire that night."
"Logan, you're right," Jean cut in, her eyes narrowed as she looked at him once more. "We do have to talk about this."
"I'm all ears," Logan replied as he settled back into his chair.
"What happened that night…was a mistake. I got caught up in the moment and as pleasurable as it was, it will not happen again. Ever. So don't get your hopes up on this trip."
"My hopes up?" Logan snarled. "While you're tyrin' to pretend it didn't happen, you ought to be thankin' me."
"For what, Logan?" Jean yelled back angrily. "For taking advantage of me when I was vulnerable?"
"Hey, I wasn't the one begging to get their pussy ate," Logan pointed a rigid finger at his team mate sternly. "And I was glad to do it. And no way was I taking advantage of you…I did exactly what you wanted!"
"Well you can twist it around anyway you'd like, Logan. But the fact remains it will never happen again!"
"Whatever you say Jeannie," Logan said, not being impressed at anything she said at all. He unbuckled himself from his seat and stood, reaching his arms upward as he stretched. Jean couldn't help but stare at him as he lowered his arms and one hand unconsciously rubbed his crotch in a delite mte manner. The bulge that sat in front was so huge Jean literally stopped breathing. "But if you change your mind…me and my cock will be waiting." As he walked towards the back end of jet to the bathroom, Jean let out a ragged breath, her cheeks flushed with the beginnings of obvious excitement from his lewd words and actions.
"This is going to be tougher than I thought," Jean spoke aloud, gripping the controls of the jet as they pushed onward to Virginia.
****
He had one hand pressed against the wall of the small closet bathroom as he stood over the toilet, his other hand furiously stroking his engorged manhood as fast as it could possibly go. Yeah, he did had to pee; but after having the argument with Jean only moments ago, and sensing the tiniest hint that in the middle of their spat she got aroused made him instantly hard. He made his exit quickly, making sure she saw him touch himself. That really got her excited, and it took Logan quite a lot of control to walk away. So once he got in the bathroom and relieved himself, for some unknown reason he couldn't pull his hand away from this throbbing erection. He hated to jerk off, but under these extreme circumstances it was the only way. His mind whirled as began, his thoughts drifting to the fiery woman that was obviously playing hard to get. He bit back a groan as his cock erupted suddenly, and he growled.
'What a waste,' Logan thought to himself as squeezed the head of his manhood firmly, shaking as his short-lived orgasm faded. He zipped his pants back up and flushed the toilet quickly as he went over to wash his hands. As he looked up at his refection in the small mirror, he frowned.
"Never goin' to happen again, eh?" Logan spoke to himself quietly. "We'll see…and this time, I'm gonna make her beg for it."
::to be continued::
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