- KATS NOTES:
This was the first Fic i EVER wrote..it was a tepid
thing..then i handed it over to LT..
Ohhh Boy can she write.
Thanks LT..My first fic dedicated to you Grrll.
Just thought i would add this to juice things up..i
never really intended to..but i noticed things getting
a bit slow of late..
WARNING: If your a Jean Hater..DO NOT READ.
Summary: Logan�s up late and Jean�s annoyed about
something, but she just might come up with a cunning
Archive: Just ask
Disclaimer: Marvel people not mine, in fact nothing is
mine, including the plot idea (see note)
Rating: NC-17, oh yes indeed.
Author�s notes: This was originally Kat�s fic, so she
really deserves a lot of the credit here for planting
a small bush in the compost that passes for my brain.
This never normally would have happened, but she went
and let me play with it and it took on a big ole
smutty life of its own. I hope she doesn�t hate it.
(KAT: "I love it.. :)"
and onto the story...
It was quiet at this time of night, a gentle blanket
of stars slowly wrapping itself over the sleeping
Around the mansion, everyone slept. Quiet snores and
mumbles filtered through the school, only disturbed by
the continual ticking of the elderly grandfather clock
in the main hallway. Not a soul stirred... with one
He had taken to puttering round the mansion like some
kind of unofficial night watch man. Often he felt
neither the need nor the desire to sleep and, as a
result, had decided to at least try and make himself
The dark was soothing and peaceful, and he had
recently taken a liking to its introspective quiet.
For the first time in quite a while, he had managed to
find a source of the undisturbed peace he liked and
time enough to work through his thoughts. It was
always somehow pleasantly free from distraction. The
day belonged to people like Scott Summers and the
boundless energy of the students. The night was
definitely more his style, matching his mood with its
enveloping silence as he wandered the halls.
A patrolmanly sweep of the corridors finally led him
to the kitchen.
His stomach growled slightly in the gloom and he
wandered over to the cavernous refrigerator in search
of a snack.
Bottles and jars clanked gently on their shelves as he
peered inside, hunting for food. Easier said than
done, apparently, and after rearranging the lasagna
and four different types of vegetarian cheese he
finally found what he was looking for. Picking things
off plates he headed off towards the gym, deciding to
prowl the halls in that area of the mansion for a
Munching thoughtfully on a chicken leg, he almost
didn�t pick up the scent in the air. It was coming
from down the passage that led to the main gym hall.
It was a smell of fresh sweat most definitely
belonging to Jean. Thin strings of light could be seen
from around the closed door, shining clearly in the
darkness of the hallway.
"Must still be up," Logan muttered as he tossed the
finished leg into the nearest pot plant.
He silently opened the gym door, thinking idly that he
should have kept the leg for Scott�s locker. Not
moving from the shadowed quiet he watched with
interest as Jean pounded the living daylights out of a
forlorn-looking punching bag.
So, she was still up and looking extremely frustrated
about something. He could tell from her punching
method she was annoyed. Not practical hits for
practice or hard aimed hits to build muscle, but fast,
frenzied blows, intended to break a sweat and
ultimately bring total absolution from your thoughts.
She was hoping to escape her problems by letting her
body take over, numbing her brain with a primal,
Hard, trained muscles slid effortlessly under her tank
top and gym pants and, not wishing to disturb her,
Logan eased himself into a corner to watch.
As continual blows rained down on it, he began to feel
just a tiny hint of pity for the bag. She was giving
it a vicious beating, grunting and puffing with
exertion, imparting a well-aimed kick to where its
groin would have been if it had one.
With one last frustrated snarl, Jean paused in her
blows. She panted gently, arms hanging loosely by her
sides. Her chest rose and fell sharply with every
breath as the bag swayed in small arcs.
"You can come out of the corner now Logan."
Her voice broke the silence, and Logan quietly stepped
"Reading thoughts again Jeanie?" he asked.
"No. It was the overwhelming smell of chicken that
She turned around and forced a smile. "You�re the only
one I know who can eat meat at this time at night."
"You�re just jealous," he smiled back.
"Actually, I am,� she frowned. �We ate supper at six
and it�s now..." she glanced at her watch. "It�s now
2am. That�s eight hours. Have a little sympathy for
the starving, Logan."
"Well, I�m always a sucker for a good cause. I could
fetch you my chicken leg from the corridor, but it may
be a little sandy."
Jean scowled. "Don�t tell me you put the bone in the
Logan shrugged innocently. "There were no trashcans
around. Besides, it looked hungry."
Jean rolled her eyes. �Very generous of you, though
I�m not sure the vegetarians will totally appreciate
He laughed. "I�ve got an apple here somewhere if you
He rooted through his pockets and produced the fruit
for her. He threw it in her direction and it paused
midway through its arc, hovering just in front of her.
She gently plucked it from the air, smiling.
"Show off," smirked Logan.
She smiled at him and brought the apple to her nose,
inhaling its sweet fragrance. She opened her mouth and
took a hungry bite, closing her eyes and sighing with
�Mm, s�good," she mumbled around a mouth full of
Logan walked over to the pommel horse and pulled
himself up next to the towel that was draped over it,
comfortably seating himself on top.
Jean swiftly dispatched her apple and glanced around.
"No pot plants," she said with a sigh.
"Nope," he laughed.
Logan gently reached down and took the apple core. He
eyed Scott�s locker, the corner of his mouth twitching
"No, Logan..." she groaned.
He laughed again and tossed it towards the trashcan on
the far side of the gym. It landed perfectly.
Jean picked up her towel and started to pat her face
dry, running the towel over the top of her
Logan looked her over.
"Scott sleeping?" he asked.
"Yes." The towel muffled her voice, but the
frustration was still evident. "Fast asleep." She
turned around and threw the towel back over the horse
Jean scowled. Yeah, he was always sleeping... or
working, or teaching, or saving the world. He�d just
get home and start snoring. Sometimes she wondered if
he even remembered to look at her any more.
She sighed, the muscles in her shoulders and jaw were
still tense despite the strenuous physical work and
Logan began to understand what was wrong. No wonder
she was hitting the bag like that.
�Cyke a little too tired for ya, huh?� Logan raised
his brow at her.
�I don�t want to talk about it with you, Logan,� she
"Hmmm.� He mulled it over silently before speaking.
�You want to practice some with me?� he paused; too
many innuendoes? �I�m a great sparing partner," he
Jean shot him a funny look.
"Actually, that would be good..." she suddenly smiled
up at him. "Maybe you can show me some of those
infamous �Wolverine� moves?" She growled as she said
his name, and the corner of her mouth twitched up in
He nodded and she grabbed his hand, tugging him off
the horse and leading him over to the mats.
Logan stretched luxuriously, cracking his neck before
starting to warm up. Hand to hand combat with Jean. He
smiled to himself. This was going to be fun.
They sparred for a while, feigning punches and dodging
lunges as they circled one another. Finally catching
her off guard, Jean stumbled on one of Logan�s kicks
and he instinctively moved in to steady her, grasping
hold of her flailing arms to prevent her fall.
She froze as he kept his hands on her bare flesh for
just slightly longer than necessary. His touch was hot
against her skin as they stared at one another for a
second, both panting slightly from the workout.
Jean coughed and pulled away, breaking the contact.
�Uh...� she looked flustered for a second. �Let�s...
let�s move onto some real fighting... Maybe I can put
some of this into practical use..."
Logan dropped his hands and stepped back smoothly.
"Fine by me, Red, but no mind tricks. Just one on
"Then no claws either," she gestured at his hands.
"Sounds good." Logan dropped into his ready stance and
watched her do the same.
Jean moved first, fighting hard but matched hit for
hit, Logan blocking her punches. He seemed to immerse
himself totally into the moves, flowing from stance to
stance with predatorial grace.
He waited until he saw a fine sheen of sweat building
on her skin and a more exhausted, clumsied attack
pattern before he swung out his left leg and knocked
Jean caught herself falling and rolled with it,
leaping back into the fight. Her movements were still
aggressive but, as exhaustion took its toll, she began
to become sloppy.
Logan gracefully stepped back, avoiding her blows, and
prepared to move for the final knockdown. He was
enjoying himself immensely now.
As Jean began to flag, he changed his stance and took
a breath. Jean paused, sensing the change in his
fighting style as he hitched his brow playfully at
�Just thought I�d send her a little warning first...�
he smiled to himself.
She was good, but he was the best.
Logan began to move around her, circling slowly for
the opportunity he needed. He was enjoying watching
her face puzzling over his expression, but he saw his
opening and lunged...
He fell flat on his back with an undignified �oomph�
as the floor mat shot out from underneath him.
�Jeanie? No mind tricks," Logan snarled at her.
He moved to get up and suddenly realised that he
couldn�t. He tugged at his arm but it wouldn�t budge.
"Hey. Come on Jeanie..." he craned his neck to see her
staring down at him with a smirk. "Or do you prefer me
below?" he smirked back.
He tested the hold against his arms again, trying to
squirm free of his invisible bonds, but he was pinned
out, spread-eagled on the floor.
His legs were bound too as he discovered with
annoyance. The only thing he could seem to move was
He shot out his claws with a small growl. "Or are you
scared of what I might do when I really get going?"
He watched her from the corner of his eye to see her
Jean crouched down at his head, peering at him
closely. Her smirk had been replaced by a small smile.
"Actually...� she licked her lips, whispering softly,
�I do prefer being on top."
Logan continued pulling at one arm as she ran her
fingers down the back of his hand, lightly brushing
against his claws.
"And I�m not as scared of these as you may think."
Jean slowly straightened, positioning herself so she
was standing over him, one leg one either side of his
"In fact,� she continued, her hands on her hips as she
considered him, �I often wonder what else they could
be used for..." Jean looked thoughtful.
Logan paused as her words trailed past him.
He cocked his head to one side and quirked an eyebrow
at her. "Are you coming onto me, Jeanie?" He asked,
He was starting to enjoy this little game. He seemed
oblivious to the deadly serious look in Jean�s eyes.
"Yes, you could say that."
Jean knelt down and straddled his waist, pressing
herself into him as he lay helpless on the floor.
Logan�s muscles tensed, the humor fading instantly.
The fooling around was definitely over. This he hadn�t
"Jeanie, what about Sco.." He didn�t finish his
question as his mouth was stopped by hers. Her hands
roamed up his neck, clasping at his head as her silk
tongue pushed past his lips, caressing with its touch
as he lay too dumbfounded to resist. Her mouth grasped
hungrily at his, small moans of pleasure escaping her
throat as Logan�s instincts kicked in and he kissed
her back. Hungry lips merged and Logan felt the thrum
of her tongue against the roof of his mouth as she
moaned against him.
The sweet taste of the apple filled his senses, as her
hands traveled up into his hair, her tongue dancing
playfully across his lips and teeth. She whimpered
desperately against the heat of his mouth as he began
pulling futilely against his frozen limbs, feeling a
growing need to touch her.
Still only his head had freedom and he tilted his neck
back in pleasure as she began to squirm on top of him.
Their passionate kisses had left him gasping for
breath when Jean suddenly pulled away. He swallowed
hard, about to say something, but her lips brushed
against his skin and silenced him, kissing his chest
as she slowly opened his shirt.
Shivers ran along his spine as she peeled his top
open, button by button. Partly from the sudden
coolness of the air against his damp skin, but mostly
from the gentle nips trailing across his flesh.
"Do you... know... how much... I�ve... wanted...
this...?" she whispered breathily between gentle
He could only emit a half-muffled moan of pleasure as
her lips closed around his nipple, her tongue flashing
across it before she moved on again.
She slowly eased down his body, tasting the fine sheen
of sweat that still coated his skin. Lips pecked and
teased over his chest and stomach as he craned his
neck to watch her, his shirt hanging open loosely from
Her head moved back up from her slow exploration of
his belly button as she slid to look him in the eyes.
"Do you know what I�ve been going through?� she kissed
him roughly. �Do you know what you�ve done to me...?"
Her voice was thick with emotion and desire, her
flushed lips pouting slightly as she ran her hands up
and down his pectorals, catching his sensitive nipples
against the dry heel of her palms.
It shot little explosions of pure want into his skull
as his muscles tensed under her touch, squirming with
the desire coursing through him.
"Jeanie, I..." Logan�s protest was cut off as his
mouth was again consumed by a fierce, hungry kiss. He
could feel his own arousal growing and Jean seemed to
know it too, taking sudden delight in torturing him,
grinding her supple body into his crotch.
�Oh God, Jeanie...� he gasped.
Still couldn�t move....
Logan�s body ached as he tensed and strained his
muscles, still attempting to free himself. She was
trying to drive him crazy, of that he was sure. One
part of him wanted to roll her over and watch her cry
out with ecstasy as he screwed her hard, but the
mental restraints stuck him to the floor as her hips
rolled in slow circles on top of his.
She trailed her fingers down his jaw and neck to his
shoulders and, as she leaned back, he could see the
hem of her top had started to ride up. The material
bunched, exposing the pale cream skin on the underside
of her breasts. They were bare beneath her shirt,
hard, sensitive nipples poking through the cloth, just
an inch away from being seen.
The anticipation made his heart beat faster. He wanted
to reach out and touch her, push away that last inch
of shirt and feel the firm pink buds glide under his
fingers as he made her cry out.
He retracted his claws as Jean�s hands slipped from
his chest to slide along his sides.
She paused briefly to rub under his ribs as her lips
feathered kisses down his breastbone.
A small groan escaped his throat and he could feel her
smile against him, burying her face and nuzzling
against his stomach. Her tongue flicked out to play
against his belly button once more as her hands
continued their descent.
Her fingers grazed their path down his body until they
reached his jeans. She playfully ran a finger along
the line where skin met cloth, then slid her fingers
up his stomach again. Her hand came to rest on the
dark line of hair that trailed down his taut body. As
she leaned forward to capture his lips, her hand
slipped beneath her, following the sleek dark line as
she slid her fingers underneath his belt.
Logan couldn�t stop the gasp.
Jean smiled and leaned back, rocking her hips
seductively against him as she undid his pants.
Sliding down agonisingly slowly, like she had done
with his shirt, she kissed her way down his gradually
revealed abdomen. Her own shirt rode just a little bit
higher as she bent over him, the very edge of one rosy
pink nipple coming into view.
She seemed totally oblivious to her state of undress
but Logan�s chest rose and fell harshly as she firmly
grabbed the waistband of his pants and yanked them
hard, pulling them down past his hips.
Somehow he managed to gasp in some air. "Jean... not
here... not... the kids... Jeanie... let me go... I
can�t...� He made no sense and he knew it, but part of
him didn�t care any more.
�The kids are all asleep, Logan,� she whispered
soothingly, running her hand gently up his bare thigh.
He moaned as she slipped her fingers up the leg of his
shorts, slowly caressing the crease of his thigh and
sliding her hand over his hip.
His head was tilted back and his eyes closed, his
heart pounding in his chest almost as loudly as the
blood pounding in his crotch.
She speckled his stomach with kisses again, her pale
breasts finally coming free of the tank top completely
as she leaned forward.
�I... want... this... Logan...� she mumbled between
kisses, her voice insistent. �I... want... YOU...�
He hissed as she brushed her hand over the straining
flesh beneath the fabric of his boxers.
Like a cat uncurling in the sunlight, she stretched
herself out until she lay completely along his body,
face to face, the tank top bunched up under her arms.
She was almost whimpering with need, her hips still
rocking in an insistent rhythm.
Her mouth engulfed his, her tongue plunging into the
delicious heat he offered, before sighing gently.
�Let me up.�
His voice was hoarse but insistent, his eyes
penetrating as he looked at her.
She pulled back slowly, yanking her crumpled shirt
over her head and hurling it aside. Her sweatpants
still clung to her hips as she slid one hand down the
smooth pale skin of her stomach, darting just below
She glanced down at him and bit her lip sadly at the
intense stare he was giving her.
�Jean...� he looked deadly serious and she felt her
resolve begin to crumble.
His face tensed as she gradually slid off him, moving
hard and slow against his crotch.
She couldn�t fight the look of sadness as she stood
and stepped away from him, her knees a little wobbly,
her nipples tight and flushed with arousal.
�I... I�m sorry, Logan...� she whispered, before
dashing to the shower block, muffling a sob.
A second later his body was freed, and he unsteadily
rose to his feet, resting a hand on his head as if
trying to work out what the hell had just happened. He
yanked his too-tight-pants back up, but the swelling
in his groin forced him to leave them open. He
shrugged his flapping shirt onto the floor and
�Jean, what are you trying to do to me?�
He found her in the showers, steam cascading around
her body while the water ran in glistening rivulets
over her skin.
Tears of frustration were streaming down her face from
between eyelids clamped hard shut while she buried one
hand deep between her legs, shaking fingers pumping
desperately into her body. The water flowed over her
skin as her face creased into a silent hiss, grimacing
in pleasure that seemed to almost border on pain.
She was whimpering, thrusting wet fingers hard into
her constricting core as she battled to sate the need
that burned in her belly. Her free hand clawed the
shiny tiles as she neared the edge, her slender
fingers thrusting viciously inside.
He stopped short, watching her battling for release,
halted by the raw, naked hunger that consumed her.
Eyes still closed, hiccuping with the tears of
swallowed frustration, she twisted round. Her back was
to him now, wet hair slithering down her spine.
Without thinking, he shed what remained of his clothes
and stepped in behind her, pressing his body into her
as his hands reached round to caress her breasts.
She gasped in shock, her eyes leaping open as he
rolled her tender nipples between his fingers, rubbing
the tips gently with his thumbs.
She almost thought she would go blind with the
pleasure, her eyes screwing shut again as she leaned
her head back onto his shoulder, moaning, still
desperately stroking her core.
�How long has it been, Jeanie?� his voice rumbled low
in her ear as he stilled the frantic motion of her
�Too... aaih...� she suddenly cried out as he gently
bit the crook of her neck. Gasping for breath, �Too...
long...� she panted.
�So you thought you�d try and borrow me for a while,
She was writhing and breathless in his arms. �I�m...
ungh... I�m sorry...� she whispered as he nibbled down
the length of her neck.
�Cyke�s not even trying no more...� he continued.
She rolled her head limply from side to side on his
shoulder, tears still leaking down her face as he
gently squeezed her agonisingly tender buds.
�Getting desperate by now,� his throaty voice caressed
her like his mouth nibbling at her throat.
She nodded dumbly.
�Boy doesn�t know what he�s missing,� he purred.
She arched her back against him, rubbing herself along
him like a cat. He spun her round, consuming her mouth
as he pulled them both under the steaming jets of the
shower. Her skin was slippery under his hands, water
cascading around them and running in clear streams
down her body. She could feel the hardness of his
erection against her, and she shuddered as his hands
pulled her close into him. She needed something to
fill her desperately, the frantic throbbing between
her legs driving her insane.
He pressed her back hard into the cold, tiled wall as
she wrapped her arms around him, nibbling gently
across his collarbone. He could tell by the way she
was moaning that she wanted it hard and deep. She was
desperate. No gentleness, she wanted to be fucked.
The slippery floor didn�t offer enough leverage, so he
pulled her out of the warm cocoon of steam and into
the sudden chill of the locker room. Turning her so
her back was to him once again, he led her to the
slatted wooden bench. Still fingering her blood red
nipples, he roughly pushed her forwards over it,
spreading her legs.
�You sure about this?� He rumbled, holding her down
with a palm on the flat of her back while he gently
stroked a finger along the length of her entrance.
She could only mewl with need before he thrust himself
hard into her slick, wet body.
She cried out, muscles clenching tightly around the
invasion of her sex as he thrust into her, his hands
holding her completely still as he rammed himself
remorselessly against her body. He filled her so deep
she thought her mind would explode with the sudden
fullness of the sensation inside.
She tried to squirm, trying to meet his rhythm, but
he kept her still. Whimpering with the agonising wait
between each rock hard thrust, pleasure exploded
through her body. Muscles clenched tightly around him
as he moved within her, driving her hard towards the
The force of him plunging into her shook her whole
form with momentum as she called out his name, the
agonising friction building the pressure inside her to
bursting point. He seemed to be crushing into the
sweet spot inside her body with every damn stroke as
her hands gripped desperately onto the wooden slats.
The muscles in her sex clenched violently around him,
suddenly grasping him like a vice as he rammed inside
her body. The abrupt tightness was almost blinding.
She screamed as his body spasmed within her, muscles
convulsing around him as she exploded. Panting hard
and crying out with her orgasm, she felt the wet heat
slick between her legs and the solid weight of his
body as he gently sagged on top of her.
They were both breathing hard and, shaking from head
to foot, she slumped down limply as they pulled apart,
the burning in her body finally sated.
�I... I�m sorry for trying to use you, Logan,� she
He affectionately kissed down the back of her neck to
between her shoulder blades, and she spun round to hug
him tightly. He gently rubbed small circles on her
back, smiling tenderly as she clung onto him.
�You didn�t have to go to the trouble of pinning me to
the floor, y�know Darlin�. You coulda just asked...�
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