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Title: The Urge

Author: LadyX (gokusgirl@earthlink.net)

Rating: NC17

Summary: The mission ends, playtime begins.

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

Warnings: Voyeurism, Explicit 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.
A/N: This is the un-edited version, and I'm currently seeking TWO betas for this story. Interested parties (and you know I need help with revising!) can contact me at the email address above. Thanks!

The Urge

Chapter Five
With her head buried under her pillow, Jean's hand frantically searched for the telephone as it annoyingly rung. Finally finding it, she snatched the headset as the rest of the phone fell off the small nightstand, banging against the soft carpet on the floor.
"Hello?" Jean grumbled; her face hidden under the pillow.
"Jean, is that you?" Scott asked on the other end. As Jean recognized the voice instantly, she sat up quick, moaning as she head spun and her stomach shot straight to her throat.
"Scott," Jean managed to say as she cleared her throat. "Why are you calling? What's wrong?"
"I should be asking you that question," Scott replied. "You didn�t check in last night. Are you okay?"
Jean closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, her head throbbing with a dull ache as she fought to think about what happened the night before. And like a lighting bolt striking through her, her mind suddenly flashed back to Logan and her kissing, him dragging her off to her bedroom�them both lying across her bed�
"Jean?" Scott asked in a hard tone, breaking Jean's foggy concentration.
"Yeah?" Jean replied in a small voice.
"Why didn�t' you check in with me last night?"
Jean looked around the room, thanking God that Logan wasn't there�but wondering where was exactly. She needed to think of something to tell Scott, and fast. "I turned in early last night, I was really exhausted."
"�And where was Logan?" Scott asked, his voice edged of a hint jealously. Jean smiled, a bit happy that Scott sounded that way.
"I have no idea," Jean replied flatly, twirling the phone cord with her fingers. "Last time I saw him was at dinner."
"Dinner? So you two had dinner together?"
"Yes, Scott�believe it or not but Logan eats at a dinner table just like the rest of us." Jean argued.
"Yeah but does he eat with his hands, that's the question." Scott laughed sarcastically.
"Scott�"

"So have you found her yet?" Scott said quickly, changing the subject. Jean exhaled sharply, thankful he did.
"No�it's like finding a needle in a haystack down here," Jean sighed as she laid back against her pillow. "But I'm sure she'll turn up today."
"Good�I'll make sure to pass that on to the Professor. Make sure you call me this evening, okay?"
"I will," Jean assured him. There was a moment of silence as each one hoped the other one would say 'I love you', but it never came. "Well�"
"Well," Scott repeated nervously. "Talk to you later." Jean never said a word as she heard him finally hang up. It made her heard sadden that he couldn't tell her something he was just so use to saying all the time�
Jean was about to turn over to catch a few more minutes of sleep when she heard a soft knock at her door. She stared at the door with dread. She knew who was on the other side; and yet again she didn't have the courage to look him in his face again.
"Hey," Logan said behind the door finally. "Are ya still asleep?"
"No," Jean moaned as she covered her head with her pillow. Logan opened the door, standing in the doorway as she looked at her curled up into a little ball on the bed. "What do you want?"
You, Logan thought wishfully. "Came to give you this," He replied as he walked in, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Jean lifted the pillow off her face to see him handing her a glass filled with some concoction.
"What is it?" Jean asked as she sat up.
"A cure for your hangover." Logan replied as he raised an eyebrow at her with a light small smile.
Jean took the glass from him, and brought the glass under her nose to smell. "I wouldn't do that if I was you," Logan warned.
"Why?"
"It's for drinking�not smellin'." Logan laughed.
"What's in this?" Jean asked suspiciously.
"Do you really want ta know?"
"I won't drink it otherwise."
"It's called a prairie oyster," Logan explained with a small shrug. "A sure-fire remedy for that nasty hangover you have."
"�And what exactly is in a prairie oyster?" Jean asked, narrowing her eyes with suspicion.
"You can look at it and see, darlin'," Logan replied smartly. "You got ya one egg, a dash of Worcestershire sauce, salt, pepper, topped off with an ounce and a half of brandy. The trick is to swallow it whole without breaking the yolk."
Jean immediately stuck her nose up in total disgust as she handed the glass back to him. "There's no way I'm drinking that shit."
Logan laughed. He pushed the glass into her hand, and stood up. "Just pinch your nose and knock it back."
Jean looked down at the drink once more, noting the raw egg floating in the dark liquor. She let out a small whimper as she said, "I'll puke if I drink this."
"You'll puke if you don't," Logan added as he folded his arms. "And we have a mutant friend to find today. So I suggest ya build ya courage up and drink the damn thing so we can get down to business."
Jean took in a deep breath, and with one toss of the glass she threw the nasty combination down her throat. She nearly retched when she felt the slimy raw egg slither down her throat, and her eyes bulged with horror when she tasted the mixture of the brandy and Worcestershire sauce on her tongue.
"Oh�god!!" Jean groaned, clutching her stomach as she curled up into a little ball on the bed. She instantly felt the bile rise to the top of her throat as she gagged. "That drink is horrible!"
"Well remedies aren't meant ta taste good," Logan replied as he stood up, looking down at her withering on the bed in agony. "Just let it settle your stomach for a few minutes�you'll be alright." With that Logan walked over to the door, and stopped before he walked out. "Get showered and dressed. I'll be back in about a half hour."
"Logan?" Jean croaked out, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Thank you."
Logan's hard stare faltered a bit when he heard her thanks, and he nodded softly. He wasn't sure if she was thanking him for not taking advantage of her last night, or giving her the hangover remedy. But for what it's worth, he hoped it was for both. With a small smirk he walked out, surprising closing the door quietly behind him.
****
She didn't think it could be possible. For hours they canvassed the area, asking questions to the locals and showing pictures of the mutant they were looking for. If asked who they were, Jean simply told them they were government agents on 'official top secret business'. But after several hours of endless footwork, it was revealed from a shop owner that Marissa, that was her name apparently, had taken a bus upstate to Connecticut. Their entire trip was in vain now since the girl had slipped past them and left the area.
"Professor�she's not even here anymore," Jean exhaled as she spoke into the tiny cell phone. Jean and Logan were in a small mall near their motel room. "What do we do now?"
"Get some rest, and return back to the institute in the morning Jean," Professor replied. He heard the frustration in Jean's voice, knowing that she was more disappointed not finding the girl than he was. "You did all you could�when you two get home we can sit down and think of a better strategy on locating Marissa better."
"Alright," Jean mumbled as she looked over at Logan, who was leaning against the newspaper stand as he waited for her to finish her call. She suddenly thought about how tense she was, and how Logan could levitate those stresses in a number of wicked ways. She shook her head, wondering why she would think such inappropriate thoughts at a time like this. "Well�maybe some rest is what I need Professor, we'll see you in the morning."
"Alright Jean." Professor said slowly, wondering why it took a while for her to say anything on the other line.
"Okay, Professor said to come back in the morning," Jean told Logan as she flipped her phone down.
"That's it? The mission is over?" Logan asked, stuffing his hands down in his jacket pockets.

"Apparently, for now it is." Jean replied as she began to walk towards the motel. "Let's go, I�m starving."
"So we have one more night alone�together?" Logan spoke huskily, making Jean stop in her tracks. She turned around slowly, eyeing Logan venomously. He stood there, cocky as ever with his sexy grin. "Guess we'll have to make the best of it, eh?"
"Logan�don't you ever quit?" Jean asked as she shook her head.
"Not 'til I get what I want, darlin'," Logan replied as he walked up to her, his eyes already darkening with desire. "Come on Jeannie�why are you acting so hard to get? I know you want me�I want you."
"It's not that easy Logan," Jean said with a clipped voice. "I'm a married woman. Doesn't that matter to you?"
"You being married never mattered to me," Logan said evenly. "You married for security more than anything else. And when you need some good lovin', does he give it to ya like you need it, Jeannie? Does he take care of your every need?"
Jean shivered. She was appalled at what she heard, but it was true. She just never thought it could be put to words so eloquently. The anger suddenly swelled inside her when she realized what how Logan could causally make a remark about her relationship with Scott with the mere comparison of explaining how a carburetor works in a car. "How the hell do you know what I married for? Scott is a good, dependable man that hangs around a lot longer than you ever will!" Jean yelled, feeling her heart beat furiously in her chest. He was walking up close to her, closing in the gap between them as his hand caressed her cheek.
"All I want ta know is do you want a real man�or that jar of mayonnaise you call a husband back at home, Jeannie?" Logan asked with a dangerous snarl between his words.
"It's none of your business what I want," Jean retorted, tearing her eyes away from his intense gaze.
"We'll see about that tonight," Logan quipped. "If you don't want it to happen�I suggest you find somewhere else to sleep tonight. 'Cause I ain't holdin' back no more." He walked away from her, only once looking back at her with one of the most unholy grins he ever managed.
Jean just stood there. Stunned, lost in emotion. He made it very plain that if she came back to that room, all hell would break loose. No way was she going to let Logan lay down the rules of this tryst, if there was going to be one. Maybe, Jean thought, that it was time for it to happen. They have always been attracted to each other, and the sexual tension that boiled between them was starting to be impossible to ignore. She thought back at how her and Scott never had sex anymore. She thought about how bad she needed to feel the closeness of another person near her; to loose all inhibitions and do something so reckless she could always think back to it as a naughty moment in her life. It was now or never.
Holding her head up high as she squared her shoulders straight, Jean walked towards the motel, her mind made and her will determined to let nature take its course with Logan. There was no use holding off something that was going to eventually happen any how.
****
She wasn�t surprised to find the room empty. She stood in the small living area, looking around for any trace of Logan. There was none.
Jean sighed, a bit relived that he wasn't there. She really didn't know how she would commence to falling into Logan arms when she walked into the room, her plan was not well thought through. She stared at Logan's bedroom door, wondering if he was inside. Jean laughed, thinking about the ultimatum Logan gave her as he walked away. She was certain he would come diving down upon her form the ceiling when she walked in, but she realized he was only bluffing.
As Jean stepped inside her bedroom, she turned on the light and began to undress. It was only seven-thirty in the evening and she was pretty tired from the night before. A long, hot shower and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep was what she needed.
Stepping into the hot spray of the shower, Jean sighed as she felt the stresses of the day melt away. She thought about getting home, sitting Scott down and discussing the possibility of them seeing a therapist about their problems. Then, her mind wondered back to Logan. Even though it would have been the wrong decision; the thought of fucking Logan had always been a milestone in her life. Some people call milestones as their child's first word, or step. Or even obtaining some goal in life; like graduating from college or giving up smoking. Getting fucked silly by Logan was hers. She knew it was a silly fantasy; being married certainly drove the nail into the proverbial coffin about that one. But deep down in her heart she wished that it would happen one day, no matter what the circumstances. She had hoped would have happened tonight. Boy was she wrong.
She felt herself growing more and more aroused as she caressed her body with the soap, the heat between her legs grew unbearable to ignore anymore. With a ragged sigh she slipped one hand down between her legs and began stroking herself with earnest. She couldn't believe how horny she was as she worked herself faster to completion. Jean closed she eyes she slid down into the floor the slower, spreading her legs as far as she could as he other hand joined in. The water from the shower rained down upon her as she continued, oblivious to anything and anyone.
She never even noticed when Logan stepped in.
He didn't want to interrupt her, but damn did he want to join in. He stood there in absolute silence, watching her bring herself off. He was in total awe of the wondrous site; her hair wet and sticking to her skin, her legs spread shamelessly as both hands worked on her beautiful pussy all at once�she was so fucking hot that it made Logan's erection ache. He couldn't watch any more of this without letting her know he was there, so he finally spoke telepathically to her and said:
I love it when you touch yourself, Jeannie.
Jean let out a yelp of surprise, her eyes flying open. She blinked, looking up at the very naked ved very aroused Logan for the first time. Her heart lunged into her stomach�he was there. In her shower�naked. Her mind couldn't take in all she saw at that moment; her eyes ringring over every inch of his flesh. His tight fitting clothes didn't lie what laid underneath, he was muscular and hairy all over. And then she zeroed in on his erection, and her cheeks flushed hotly. His thick cock curved upward with arousal. The head of his penis was a dark hue of red, looking so ready to please her veryvery way she knew possible. With out even thinking, she licked he lips.
She wanted to close her legs, but she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. They both stared at each other, the seconds going by like hours.
"Don't stop on my account, darlin'," Logan finally spoke, his voice raw with feral emotion that now coursed though his veins. "Show me how ya touch yourself�how ya get yourself off." Logan grabbed his erection, and began to slowly work his fist up and down its long length.
Jean groaned. God how she loved to watch a guy touch themselves! Through half-lidded eyes she slid her hand back down between her legs, rubbing her clit in small, unsure circles.
"That's not how you were doin' it," Logan growled through clinched teeth. "Do it Red�touch yourself down there�make yourself come."
Leaning her head back against the cool tile, Jean closed her eyes as her hand willed itself to rub harder, and then into a faster rhythm. Her heart pounded, feeling herself getting excited with every touch. Rubbing her clit with two fingers, she finally let the other hand resume by sliding two of her fingers into her wet center. The feeling was delicious. The idea of having him actually watch her was bringing her faster to release.
"Open your eyes and look at me," Logan ground out in a harsh tone. Jean opened her eyes, puzzled at the tone of his voice. He movimoving his fist faster along his length, the veins in his neck visible as he spoke with restraint. "I want to watch ya come baby�but keep ya eyes on me."
Jean's hips bucked upwards at his request. With newfound determination, she sped up the movements of her hands, and suddenly she gasped as her release came. Jolting through her body harder and sweeter than she ever imagined, Jean threw her head back in total bliss.
Logan grunted excitedly, steadying his fist tighter around himself as he worked his hand faster. The blood swelled at the spongy tip of his manhood as his release rapidly approached. "Oh, Jeannie�you look so fuckin' hot when ya came baby� gonna to give it ya so good�"
Logan sounded like a wounded animal when his cock erupted, the first spray of semen shooting out onto the shower floor in front of him. The second spray hit Jean on her shoulders and chest. Jeans head was still spiraling as she watched Logan wither and moan in a way that made her instantly ready for whatever he planned on giving. As he finally stopped coming, he leaned forward and placed his hand on wall to support himself. He was breathing hard, having had the best orgasm ever only because Jean watched him. He looked over at her, and already she was crawling over on her hands and knees seductively. Her hand reached out for him, rubbing his face before they both kissed. While they were still kissing Logan stood, and in a flash swept Jean up in his arms as he stepped out of the shower, heading to her bed as fast as he could. They broke the kiss as she settled her softly down on the bed, spreading her legs apart as he settled down between them.
"Gonna ruin ya for any man now, Jeannie," Logan warned her in a sexy, low tone. She looked up at him, and noticed again how dilated his pupils were, his stare transfixed into a deep, dark trance of desire that burned inside him. "Ya only gonna want me when I'm done fucking ya." He was already hard again, thanks to that wonderful healing power he had. He grabbed a hold of his cock and slid it up and down her juicy folds. Jean's hips rolled, trying hard to get him inside.
"Logan�please," Jean begged as she grabbed his massive forearms. "It's been so long�fuck me please!"
"Don't ya worry darlin'," Logan said as he nipped her nose playfully. "I'nna nna fuck ya�I�m gonna give you want ya need�" Logan pressed forward, feeling the head of his cock enter her. Jean tensed; it had been so long for her and it felt like she was being stretched apart. Logan was never the one who did things gradually, so after working the tip in he lunged forward and in one fluid motion he pushed himself completely inside her.
"OH!!" Jean wailed, feeling the mixture of pleasure and pain swell in the pit of her stomach. He was certainly huge�but it felt so right. So damn right. She dug her nails into his incredibly thick arms, knowing she was drawing blood.
Logan thought his head was going to explode. For years he dreamt of this moment, this pinnacle of desire that was now a reality. He and Jean were finally one. She felt so hot, so wet, and very tight. He hissed as he stilled himself, planting his hands on either side of her on the bed as he began to pull out all the way to the tip, and then pushing back in again.
You're so damn tight�I love it� Logan whispered into her mind as he ground into her. Jean was lost for words. She gasped every time he stroked forward, feeling each and every solid inch of him electrify every nerve ending in her body. She was in heaven. Even Scott himself never made her feel this way. She could feel her body tremble under his, the radiating feeling of her orgasm nearly approaching. She looked up at Logan, her mouth parted and eyes drawing open and shut, knowing she couldn't speak even if she wanted to.
Tell me what you want, Red. Logan telepathically spoke again. He wasn't sure if he could speak now either, so he was glad he picked up on telepathy recently. She was gripping him like a vise with every stroke, and he knew he wasn't going to last very long.
Harder, Jean replied, panting as her hips met his every stroke.
He kindly obliged.
Gritting his teeth, Logan's tempo increased, his hips crashing into hers faster and faster until he felt the walls of her sex tighten. He looked at her, loving the contorted look spread across her face as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. As he felt his balls tighten, he sped up faster so he could finish with her. It hit him like a ton of bricks. His cock exploded deep inside her, and he howled. He lowered himself down on top of her, curling his arms under her as he pulled her body close to his. He laid his head down in the nook of her shoulder, his breath shuddering against her moist skin as his heart felt like it was about to pop of his chest. It had been a while for him as well�too long. The primitive side of him wanted to mark her, make her completely his. Logic stepped in, telling his mind that it couldn't be�at least for now.
Jean recovered first, running her hands through his wet hair. Her hands slid down his wide back, feeling every muscle that laid there. She was in a euphoric state as her hands slid back up again, running her hands yet again in his unruly mane. He felt so good. He molded so perfectly with her body. With her passion stated, she felt her eyes grow heavy with sleep. Just as she was about to nod off, she felt the pulsating hardness of Logan's cock still inside her, already moving in and out of her again.
Logan pulled himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with a devilish look in his eye. He was surprised that it took a while to recover from that, but he was up and ready for more. He leaned down, kissing her passionately as he growled, "Again?"
"Mmm, alright," Jean purred. "I guess sleep is out of question tonight, huh?"
"Got that right Red," Logan laughed, rolling them over so she could be on top.
:: to be continued ::
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