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Squashed Together

By Trynia Merin

Summary: Missing Scene

Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Marvel Comics does! This is FANFICTION, not for profit, but for entertainment only! This applies to ALL the following chapters as well!!!
Note: this story is a 'missing scene' from Classic X-Men 23's backup story Backlash. I drew a comic panel or so of it, but figured I could more adequately get the feel in pros since the artwork was already done so well. This is sort of a PWP story, shameless Logan/Jean action, but considering how many people love to read this stuff, I think they won't mind. :wink:

Rated R for M/F consensual hurt/comfort sexual situations, and language.

Thousands of spawned creatures from the toxic waste had closed around them from all sides. They had gone into the abandoned plant after Scott had heard Jean�s senses of something evil and forboding. From the greasy spoon hamburger joint they had moved quickly under Jean�s Phoenix power. Then the ground had crumbled beneath Jean and Logan, leaving Scott up on the surface to deal with evacuating the artists who lived in the old studios converted from chemical labs of yore.

All the toxic waste had incubated over the years, and Jean and Logan were in the belly of the beast. Small globs of living sentience had grown eyes and teeth, and a group collectiveness. Logan�s teasing Jean was driving her insane. Jokes about how this was the �creature from the id� which she reproved and told him to shut up. Adamantium claws unsheathed to protect Jean had diced the creature into separate blobs. Unfortunately like the mythical hydra, they became separate blobs with teeth and a savage appetite. Jean�s TK field shoved each back in the gloom, only to have them rise and surround them in a huge glob. Logan and Jean were back to back, crouching on the concrete and metal floor while the sphere of her shield kept out the snapping, hissing blobs. They had no intelligence, just instinct. To devour the flesh and survive.

How did Logan seem so calm.

"I�ll protect ya, darling," Logan said as he shoved against her back, his spine pressed to hers. His claws were drawn, anticipating the moment Jean�s TK shield would buckle. Sweat beaded from her forhead as she kept them at bay. Gleaming spectral blackness slid over the invisible energies, making her stomach squirm.

"They�re here, Wolverine!" she gasped, straining.

Squashed together, inevitable. That's what he'd said. Jean's head was pounding the more she pressed outwards with the TK shield. Already her backside was pressed against Wolverine's arm, and he was chuckling as she pressed her knees together and knelt. That rough steel couldn't be nice on those long delicate legs, and he wondered if she was keeping the rough bits of metal out as well.

"It's inevitable Red�"

"Shut up you're NOT helping," she shot back.

"Why don't ya just curl up and let it happen?" he asked, and she half crouched on one knee as she felt Logan's arm around her shoulders.

"Wolverine, this is NOT a game or a joke! WE could be crushed, killed!" she cried.

"Ahh, what a way to go," he smirked. He had shifted to standing on one knee, and slid that knee around and back behind her bottom. She was squirming and sweating, and it was growing close to impossible to deny his own hunger. While he was riling her up, he was not in the least wanting her to get killed.

"Logan, do you MIND� move your KNEE!" Jean yelled at him. He shrugged and gave a halfhearted conciliatory grin.

"You can't be comfortable on that floor darlin�" Logan rasped. "Hate seeing those pretty legs get all scraped up. Won't kill ya to sit on something else�"

"You are a son of a bitch, you know that!" Jean yelled. "We could DIE and you're laughing at me!"

"What are you worried about, I'll protect you," Logan said.

"Now I know you're nuts," Jean sulked. She winced and wailed in pain, and tears dripped down her face. Logan stopped his teasing to see the intense concentration that was present. She was terrified.

"Jeannie� hey� relax�" he got out, as she huddled up, her face twisted in concern and desperation.

"I can't keep them out Logan� I can't� and you're not helping!" Jean shrieked.

"Jean� it's all right� you CAN do it�" Logan found himself babbling as he slid her onto his lap. "Let me just� there�"

"You got what you wanted you pervert," she sniffled, yielding as she sat across his legs. He folded them Indian style and pulled Jean's legs around to rest on his bent knees. Her bottom was in the triangle of his legs, and his hand slid under her knees and her back to hold her there.

"Just hold it together Jean� I know you can�" Logan urged. "I promised I'd protect ya and I mean it�"

"Give me a break Logan, what CAN you do against them! They'll strip the flesh off both of us� your healing factor can take it� but if I relax my TK for one second�"

"That's my point exactly, darlin," Logan said, lips to her ear. "You keep the TK field around yourself. I'll be fine� and fight our way outta here� but we GOTTA deal with what else is going on first�."

"Goddamn it Logan what do you want from me?" Jean despaired. "I don't want to DIE!"

The plaintive note stabbed deeply at Logan, and he knew it was time to end his game. She was terrified of dying and he wasn't helping at all. "Can't you shove them back with one big push? If you do, I can carry yer pretty ass outta here�"

"I can't� if I do I could kill innocent people�"

"They're smart enough to get their asses outta here aren't they? Let One Eye evacuate 'em out�" Logan said pragmatically. "Besides, they can get away easier then we can�"

"Logan� I can't unless� there's a split second between letting down the shield and�"

"Like I said, put it around YOU, and then shove hard. I'll just hang on as tight as I can and you can get us both outta here� you can fly right? My healin' factor can take whatever ya throw at me. Even if you do end up barbecuing me it's no big deal!"

Jean choked; her face twisted in intense concentration as Logan stroked her back and held her on his lap. He was deadly serious, and he was only worried about her welfare, even more so than his own. AT that realization she was sober, and quiet. She relaxed, resigned to what must be done. Logan was squirming under her and she shivered as she asked, "What are you� oh god Logan they're pressing tighter�."

"Either take the shield off me and keep it around you, or make a smaller target Jean� your choice," Logan said as he glanced at her, sliding his fingers along her face.

"Logan�"

"Either way you gotta decide," Logan said. "You gotta deal with this. Deal with me�"

She closed her eyes and focussed. "Scott," she whispered.

"Don't call your conscience Jean, it can't save you," Wolverine cautioned.

"No� I'm contacting him� letting him know what I plan to do� he's letting me know when the people are clear�"

"Good," Logan said, and she felt him shifting her in his lap so she was immediately facing him. She gasped, feeling him reposition her knees so they were pressed front to front.

"Ohh you are SO dead," Jean growled.

"Takes up LESS space," Logan said with a smirk. "And it's more comfortable ya gotta admit�"

"For WHO?" Jean groaned. But he kept his hands to himself, simply repositioning her on his lap so his arms wrapped around her body. She had no choice but to straddle him, and that was driving her nuts. She wanted to turn around and sit, but the alternative of feeling him pressed to her backside seemed even worse. He could touch much less with her front pressed to his, and there were two layers of clothes between them.

Logan slid his arms down to cover her legs and she realized he was pulling his jacket around them both, shifting so she was as small against him as possible. His chin buried in her cheek, and he inadvertently moved so she was right against him.

Even though she was going insane with fear, the small change in volume was enough to relax the pounding in her head somewhat. "You got what you wanted, Logan," she murmured sadly. "Me right where you wanted�"

"You have to deal with it Jean� deal with me�" Logan rumbled in her ear. "C'mere�"

"Where ELSE can I go?" Jean sniffled.

"Phoenix force is passion, darlin, isn't it? You're holding it back, but it can save us both. An' it�s up to me to get ya to let it go�"

"What?" she asked.

"Jean, you've got the power within you to save BOTH of us a dozen times over. Why is THIS such a hard task?"

"Logan, it� it hungers� sometimes if I let go� I might not be able to�" Jean stammered, admitting for the first time to someone else that she was terrified.

"I know Jeannie, I know," Logan said sadly. "Don't you realize I know far more than you ever figured? What it's like to have a bezerker raging to get out? I know what yer going through darlin cause I've BEEN there�"

"Then it's not just to piss me off?" she asked.

"Scott knows ya only so well. But you're changed. You've got that hunger for something else. If you don't have someone helping ya through it who understands the nature of your beast yer gonna be lost�"

"And you're the one to do that?" Jean bit off her words.

"Yeah. Who better, Jeannie? You can't deny that's what's drawing us together. I'm just like you� the way I heal myself each time I'm almost killed. We're two of a kind� and you can't sit there and tell me you don't realize it�"

"Please don't�" Jean stammered.

"Don't what? I've seen ya Jeannie. He's seen ya. He's terrified, even if he loves ya. I'm scared FOR ya, but I know yer strong enough to win over it."

"What good's screwing me senseless going to do to get us OUT of this?" Jean asked.

"Awaken that Phoenix inside ya," Logan said. "It wants passion. It's egging ya on� I can smell it� daring ya to stick to honor and hold it back when you could save yourself and everyone else by letting go�"

"I can't let go�"

"Oh? I can think of plenty of times I coulda held back my bezerker rage, and it was what saved everyone's asses�" Wolverine laughed.

Jean gasped, feeling uncomfortable as his desire was extremely apparent, and she was extremely aroused. And shifting and wriggling only made it worse. She shifted and Logan slid his hands between them, sliding his fingers within that made her yelp. She bit her lip, gasping. "If I let go."

"It's instinctive� you let it take over, you'll survive, and save both of us and everyone. Phoenix is raw passion, a force of nature. So'm I," Logan said as he reached up and she felt something cutting away the offending scrap of soaked underwear. Her mind was partitioned between keeping her field up and trying to resist him.

"What are you doing Logan�?"

"Dealing with this� dealing with us," he said. "I'm not just lookin' fer some lame excuse t' bang ya darlin� but something tells me this is one of the only ways� I promise I won't hurt ya�"

She moaned as his lips were close to hers, and the distance closed. Her muffled cry was caught against him, and Logan's mind buzzed inside of hers. "Focus on the field Jeannie. Keep your mind on nothing but that. Let yourself go�"

"You're enjoying this� I'm at your mercy�" she whimpered as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, and there were only his jeans between them. A rapid flurry of events as he pulled her hands, which were folded into her chest, and she shifted them down to slid between him and her. Logan gritted his teeth, going insane from the smell and desire roiling between them.

"Yes and no� yes I'm enjoying this, but no not because I have you 'at' my mercy'�"

Jean was also going mad, and she sensed the latent energy bursting inside his being. All curled up like a coiled spring and able to be tapped. A startling realization dawned and she knew what he was doing as he opened his mind. The phoenix hungered, and she was holding it back. It needed raw power, and Logan had abundance.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she swallowed, and Logan covered her lips in a kiss, as she wrapped herself around him and he around her. She felt incredibly nervous and uncomfortable, pent up with frustration and unresolved questions.

Logan shared the kiss and his thoughts were loud, "Jean it's driving us both insane� you've got to push hard enough against them� don't worry about me!"

"Don't be stupid Logan�you suggested this� I can't just let you be burned by my flames� that's what will happen unless�"

"I thought that the kiss would be enough� the action of skin t' skin darlin would give ya my strength an' energy�"

"Need more, much more Logan� and I hate myself for suggesting it�" came Jean's miserable thoughts. "I need to be with you completely� and as closely as possible�"

"I understand Jean, just do it� whatever it takes�" Logan's mind echoed back. "One time or a dozen is the same to me� as long as you're safe and alive�"

If he was linked to her, she could extend that power between them, an elemental pairing as old as time. Yet Scott� this forced intimacy would save hundreds, but yet would possibly betray Scott. Of their own volition, she slid her fingers down between them and reached for his shirt buttons then his belt. Their kiss remained unbroken as she scooted away, and she released his confined passions.

"Forgive me Scott�"

Skin touched skin, and she sensed the surprise and unrequited desire he had held all those months that they'd believed one another dead. Jean with a gasp of relief slid over him and their bodies were joined. Logan's gasping moan through their kiss both delighted and despaired her. Denim under her, flannel before her, and the only contact being the limited exposure of intimacy drove her over the edge and dragged Logan with her.

Jean whimpered, feeling him filling her and tears were in her eyes. Logan sucked in a breath and his moan of completion startled her. Comfort became secondary, and the close contact exploded the barrier between them. Thoughts merged and she knew the totality that she feared the most. He was perfectly content at whatever brief contact. Even if it was just this time, buried in her sweet wetness with death all around, kissing her hungrily and clinging to her.

"Jeannie, so right, so incredible," came his thoughts amidst others. "Take my strength, take it all� I�m giving it all to ya�"

Patterns of energy merged and blended, and Jean felt the explosion of release like a supernova as Logan entered her. It didn't take long, and the minutes that seemed hours were mere seconds. The force screeched through them both, and Logan almost lost his senses as fire claimed his flesh and mind.

The next thing he remembered was clinging for dear life and a motion upwards. Jean's body was for a moment liquid light, and he was changed along with her. Mental force, becoming fire and light blurred the molecules of her body and his. Till at last he saw outside them and they were rolling over on the grass in a tangle of arms and legs.

Logan could feel her under him, wriggling slightly, and he gathered her in his arms for a soft kiss. Jean choked at its tenderness, and it was more than she could bear. She shifted to move back, and the motion drove them together. The hot release of Logan's passion caused her to whimper for it seemed almost anticlimactic to the violence of their exodus.

Jean groaned and disengaged from him, as he sat there, breathless. "Jeannie�" he started, but her look told him to keep quiet. Glancing aside her began to put himself back together, his hands kept at his sides because he sensed she wanted it like that. His body hummed with pleasure and satisfaction, both that he had finally reached what they'd long desired, and she knew his reasons were valid and beyond mere satiation.

Scott's voice was echoing close, and he knew why as he leaned down and quickly put himself back together. Jean was resting with her legs under his, panting to breathe again, and her hair in disarray. Logan licked his lips, wondering if what happened had just happened. She saw Logan grabbing something in one hand and stuffing it into his pocket. A scrap of pink lace told her that it was her missing underpants.

Jean's face was turned away, and he knew the answer. They were alive, and the intense heat of the flames still affected them from that distance. "Jean! Wolverine� are you all right�"

Jean glanced anxiously at Wolverine, who gave a small knowing smile. An unspoken promise existed, and she nodded slowly and gratefully. "I saw the fire, the explosion�" Scott said, as Jean pulled her legs out from under Logan's, and he slowly got to his feet. Ruby quartz glasses hid whatever expression on Scott's face, and Jean thanked God he was clueless.

"Best time I had in months," Logan chuckled, walking away as Scott and Jean looked on. It was not so much for Jean but more for Scott's addled brain to figure out. A challenge to the other male, nothing less and nothing more.

He reached down and helped her to stand. She staggered against him, and groaned. Thankfully she could get out of whatever would happen next by saying she had a headache. Wouldn't do to have Scott realize she was missing something?
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