FIC: Running with the Moment (R17)
- Title: Running With The Moment
Author: Lady-T and Hunter
Disclaimer: They're not ours, though an increasing
amount of muses, clones and unwilling participants
are. (*waves hello to the Dans*)
Archive: Ask and it shall be granted
Summary: One cave, one Logan, one Jean... kind of a
PWP but involving more sand.
Feedback: Well Duh... With lots and lots with whipped
cream on top.
Hunter's notes: To LT, for many different reasons.
Lady-T's notes: Ahh, it does my ego good... Hoping
Hunter doesn't mind my tinkering... like, again...
RUNNING WITH THE MOMENT
Jean broke her psychic connection with Scott and
sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to fend off the
headache she could foresee directly in her future.
Scott's insistence on being ever the logical leader
was really starting to grate on her nerves. It was one
of the myriad reasons they'd broken up, but when you
live and work with people, break-ups have to be
forgotten even when you can't seem to get through 24
hours without avoiding even their most annoying
She turned to face Logan who was busy kicking a clump
of dirt into the raging river, scuffing at the ground
distractedly with the toe of his boot. Beside them the
river churned a deep, muddy brown, cascading over
rocks and leaving a dirty white froth on its surface.
By all rights it should have been a small, mindless
Jean chanced a quick look at the rolling, black sky,
squinting past the freezing raindrops as they
slithered over her face.
She turned back to Logan as he prodded distractedly at
the saturated ground.
"The bridge went down just over an hour ago. Scott
says there's another one about a three hour hike up
river. If we want to get home tonight we'd better get
Logan snorted disdainfully and Jean cast him an
annoyed glance. She was frustrated enough as it was;
she didn't need a petulant Logan to aid her mood...
Logan paused in his punishment of the small grassy
clump he had been kicking.
"You really expect to go hiking in the biggest fucking
rain storm since Noah? You want to walk for three
hours to look for a bridge that's probably half way to
the Atlantic by now...? Brilliant idea. Now, why
didn't I think of it?"
Jean gave him a dirty look, her hands tensing into
fists in the sleeves of her raincoat as she fought the
frustration that threatened to consume her.
She was wet, she was cold, she wanted to go home and
Logan really wasn't helping.
"Well, if you hadn't insisted on taking your
'shortcut'," she replied, waving her forefingers in
the air to mime quotation marks, "We would have been
here before the bridge washed out." She glared at him.
"Have you got any better suggestions?"
Logan could have sworn she was grinding her teeth. He
made a mental note never to get on the wrong side of
Jean when she was shivering, dripping and annoyed.
He opened his mouth to say something but found his
words silenced by her glare.
He shut his mouth again.
"I didn't think so," she ground out before closing her
eyes and once again speaking silently to Scott.
The river roared with so much unseasonal water that it
was impossible to shout across to the other bank where
the rest of the team was standing.
Logs and other debris from the forest crashed into one
another as they raced down the white water, churning
and getting sucked under the dark, seething mass, the
undertow submerging anything that it found purchase
Logan squinted through the torrential rain and rapidly
approaching darkness, just able to make out the shape
of the figures on the other side of the water. The
kids for whom the rescue party had originally been
organised where being herded into the various 4X4's,
swathed in towels. The last tent had been taken down
and packed up by the time Jean spoke again.
"There's no way across. Scott suggests we look for
shelter and try for the other bridge tomorrow at first
light." Jean wiped some wet hair away from her nose
and scrunched up her eyes as the rain picked up
harder, screaming winds driving it viciously against
their buffeted rain gear.
Logan grunted in agreement as he turned around and
headed back up the riverbank, closely followed by
On the other side of the river, Bobby, St John and
Ororo waited patiently in the car, saturated clothing
dripping all over the seats. The driver's door swung
open and Scott leaped in, shaking water from his hair.
"Jean and Logan can't get across. They're going to
wait it out and try again tomorrow."
Rainwater dribbled down his face and he wiped it away
with the back of his hand.
Ororo peered out of the steamed up window at the two
beams of torchlight just visible on the opposite side
of the river as their friends scrambled up the bank.
"Are they going to be all right?"
Scott nodded. "They'll be fine. Jean mentioned some
rocks she saw a little way back. They're looking for
some shelter there."
He turned around and glared at the two boys in the
"And just what the hell where you two up to anyway?"
St John winced. "Berry hunting?"
Jean stood by a pine tree and shivered, clutching her
coat around her as she waited for Logan to return.
He'd left to find some rocks big enough to protect
them from the wind so they had somewhere to shelter
for the night.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
At least the kids were all right.
A soggy clump of pine needles fell off the tree she
was sheltering under and made a wet smacking noise
against her hood.
"Camping trip from hell," she muttered under her
breath as she swiped them off.
She looked around the inky darkness as the wind
shrieked loudly through the trees, wailing like a
banshee. She cast her torchlight into the black depths
of the forest, searching for the familiar shape of
Logan amongst the landscape. Where the hell was he?
The rain redoubled its efforts, battering her harder
once more and sending another cascade of soaked pine
needles down from the tree branches.
"LOGAN ARE YOU DONE YET?" she screamed.
"Right here, darlin'."
Jean yelped in surprise, the voice sounding directly
in her left ear. She jumped and fell ungracefully in
the thick, oozing mud as the soft ground gave way
under her feet.
She stared up at him, her brows knitting in annoyance.
"You're such an asshole!" she spat.
It wasn't that she didn't like him... quite the
contrary in fact, but she really was unhappy at being
stuck outside in this weather. Her quiet evening in
the bathtub with a trashy romantic novel had been so
unpleasantly interrupted to go hunting for lost
She angrily wiped the mud away from her bruised behind
as she stood up, clinging onto Logan's offered hand as
she slithered through the patch of saturated earth.
He smiled slightly, amusement twitching the corner of
"Found something for ya."
Jean huffed. "This had better be better than your
shortcut, mister," she mumbled under her breath as he
nimbly trotted over some rocks, vanishing behind a
Scrambling in a less than ladylike fashion like up the
stones, muttering and cursing most of the way, Jean
rounded the boulder and found Logan grinning in a
self-satisfied kind of way, dramatically indicating
the small mouth of a cave.
Putting on a somewhat less than realistic southern
drawl and batting her eyelashes at him, Jean clapped
her hands in completely un-thrilled sarcasm. "Ooh...
She slithered over through the mud and disappeared
inside, crawling through the cave mouth and into the
"Uh, Jean...?" Logan poked his head inside. "I haven't
checked for bears or snakes or anything yet..."
Jean's eyes grew huge in the recesses of the cave.
There was an indignant scream from Jean before he
disappeared in after her, leaving the storm to rage
The cave was small and dark, a slight draft from the
entrance whirling over the floor. Jean wrapped her
arms around herself, the hems of her clothing dripping
rainwater around her boots.
At least it was dry, she thought, sniffling slightly
from the cold.
Her brow suddenly creased. "Logan... what's that funny
"Depends which funny smell you're smellin'," he
Logan swung the torch around, analysing their
surroundings. The beam of light came to rest
momentarily on the mostly skeletal remains of what
would have presumably been some kind of small, furry,
woodland creature. "Could be one of any number of
Using the beam of light from his torch he indicated a
spot against the cave wall.
"Sit there and aim your light for the back."
She raised a brow but complied, walking over and
plopping herself down where Logan had indicated,
flicking on her torch as she did so.
Jean looked up as he poked around, her light casting
eerie silhouettes of his shadow on the back wall.
"Its soft..." she murmured in surprise.
He grunted and looked up over his shoulder. "What?"
"The ground... It's soft," she repeated, tilting her
head slightly as she followed Logan's rear end as he
bent over to pick up something from the cave floor. It
presented her with a tight, denim-clad view that
temporarily distracted her from the half a gallon of
water that was still sloshing inside her boots.
Unaware of his audience, Logan nodded. "Yeah,
sometimes you're lucky and find ones like that. It's
sand blown in, collected over the years... falls off
animals' fur and stuff like that."
He made a positive sounding noise and turned around
with an armful of dry twigs and leaves.
"Kindling," he grunted, as if answering the
questioning look she shot him.
He dumped it in the middle of the cave floor and
quickly arranged it into what Jean assumed was the
best pattern for a fire. He rummaged in his pockets
and dragged out his slightly battered Zippo, quickly
lighting the dry leaves.
A small fire started, bright orange flames licking
against the dried leaves, casting a warm glow around
the cave walls. Silence filled the grey, stone hollow,
broken only by the quiet popping and snapping of the
twigs as they gave way to the heat.
Logan looked around and finally faced Jean on the
other side of the fire. "Turn off the torch or you'll
waste the batteries."
Jean was staring, mesmerised by the flames, only
shaken out of her daze when he repeated her name.
"What...? Oh, the torch... right..." She switched it
off, earning a strange look from her companion.
She looked at his face in the dimly flickering light
as if seeing it for the very first time, his strong
features smoothed by the shadows.
Part of her fluttered at the memory of how attracted
he'd been to her when he first joined them, how
shamelessly he'd persued her despite Scott's continual
bitching. How quietly supportive he'd been when she
broke away from Scott... He really had been very nice
to her in fact, she thought...
"Your gonna have to take off some of those wet
cloths," he indicated with a wave of his hand. "You'll
Jean snapped out of her reverie.
The cunning bastard, she mused, flashing him a tight
smile. Worming his way into her life without her even
noticing and now not so subtly trying to get her
naked... He hadn't even blinked at the suggestion, the
"And give you a cheap show? No way."
He just shrugged. "Fine by me, Red, but you'll regret
it when they start to soak through to your skin."
He eased himself down to the floor and picked up a
small stick that had escaped his fire making. He
doodled in the sand with it as Jean shivered.
Two hours had passed and the gloom outside had been
replaced with pitch darkness, the cold intensifying
despite the fire.
Logan had been out to collect more wood, drying the
wet branches over the heat of the flames before adding
them slowly, keeping the blaze alight.
Jean's teeth shook as the persistent wetness of her
clothing pressed into her skin, cutting into her bones
with the cold.
Logan had pulled off his leather jacket and draped it
near the fire along with his boots and a shirt.
He was still fully clothed, she noticed. Just how many
layers did he have on anyway...?
An image of Logan when he first arrived in the
mansion, unconscious and needing to be examined,
suddenly popped in her mind. She dispelled it just as
swiftly, confused by the direction her thoughts were
taking. Though, in truth, she often wondered if he
ever speculated on exactly who had got him out of
those snowy, wet clothes that first day...
If she closed her eyes she could still just about
remember how he had felt, his skin a strange mixture
of hot and cold as she had peeled wet clothes from his
Snap out of it Jean, she reprimanded herself, her eyes
drifting to where he lay. He was quite contentedly
sprawled out in the sand, his eyes half closed in the
quiet cave as the weather battered outside.
Her eyes trailed up his legs, the denim drying tightly
over his skin, tracing the line of his thighs. She
followed it up the length of his toned and muscular
legs, tracing the silhouette of his sculpted body.
She felt a tickle in the back of her mind as his eyes
suddenly burned her.
Her head snapped up, her gaze catching his for a split
second before she looked away, feigning interest in
the unmoving pile of drying twigs waiting to be popped
into the fire.
Lost in thought, she helped one along to its doom.
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with G."
A voice broke the silence and Jean jerked out of her
contemplative stupor, looking with great confusion at
the quite serious Logan.
"What?" she asked.
"I said, I spy with my little eye, something beginning
with a G," he repeated. "I spy. Haven't you ever
played eye spy before?"
He gave a little smile.
Jean laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes I've played eye
spy before, just..." she smirked. "Just didn't think I
would ever hear you playing."
Logan stopped playing with the stick and sat upright,
cracking his joints before crossing his legs at the
knees. He watched her with curiosity. The fire shone
in her hair, catching the vivid red highlights there.
Even when it was semi wet and bedraggled it was still
Jean wiped a matted strand out of her eyes, suddenly
keenly aware that she was being watched. "So, a G
"Right." She looked around, her eyes tracing the
uneven roof of the cave. "Guano?"
"Then I give up."
He frowned. "You can't give up after just one round,"
"Yes I can."
"No you cant," he insisted.
"Yes I can..."
"It's your eyes... G, for green," he said suddenly.
Jean smirked, turning her face towards the floor to
hide the blush that flushed over her skin. "Like you
can see my eye colour in this light."
Logan looked at her cynically. "Last time I checked,
my heightened sense came along with eye sight too
darlin'. I can see your eyes fine. Even the colour."
Jean sat still and looked across the fire at the man
before her, gazes meeting for a split second, a
charged moment seeming to shimmer between them for an
instant before evaporating again.
Jean swallowed slowly, her throat suddenly dry. "It
has to be something I can see for it to be valid," she
muttered, eyes locked with his.
She blinked, snapping back into reality. She smiled
awkwardly and looked away again, searching the cave
walls for some kind of answer. "My turn... uh... I spy
with my little eye, something beginning with...-"
"So why couldn't Ro stop the rain or something?" Logan
muttered as he finished his solo game of tic tac toe
in the sand. He tossed his stick into the fire after
drawing a crooked line up, diagonally and down again
through the grid to link three random noughts in his
Jean stopped trying to rub her hands together for
warmth and shivered slightly.
"Because even if she had stopped the rain, the river
would still have been swollen and the bridge would
still have washed out and we would still have been
stuck here." She frowned. "That and the whole 'I won't
interfere with nature' thing."
Logan returned to staring at the fire.
"You know your hair is all funny looking when it's
wet," Jean suddenly said. Logan's head snapped up and
she smirked in amusement as she resumed her hand
rubbing. "Sort of like my aunts old moggy when it got
left out in the rain..."
He had his eyes closed, his head comfortably leaning
back against the wall of the cave.
Jean shivered. "I'm freezing, and if I don't get out
of these clothes soon I'm going to die of
Logan smirked, his eyes still shut. "Told you so."
"You're a smug bastard, you know that?" she groused.
Jean's teeth chattered as she huddled into herself,
clutching her knees to her chest.
Logan slowly opened his eyes and stood up, moving over
to her and shrugging off one of his many layers. He
crouched down in front of her, dangling a warm,
flannel shirt in front of her eyes.
"Here, take those off and put this on."
Jean fingered the offered garment and quickly grabbed
it, making off for the back of the cave, clutching the
warm shirt to her frozen body.
It radiated his heat and his deep scent and she held
it to her face for a second, breathing it in before
starting to strip out of her sodden clothes.
"If I catch you peeping, I'll send a rock pile on
you..." she grumbled.
Logan smiled and stoked up the fire a little.
Logan gave an exasperated sigh.
"Look. If you want to get warm, the best way is to
share body heat." He indicated the spot of floor next
Jean sat shivering on the far side of the fire, a
small whirl of air from the outside twirling lazily
around her body. Circling across her skin it formed
goose bumps wherever it touched.
The small fire provided light but not much in the way
of heat, and she clutched Logan's shirt closer to her
body trying to keep the cold air out.
What she wouldn't do for a hot shower right now...
She sniffed and looked down at Logan. Leaning with his
back against the cave wall, legs stretched out in
front of him, he looked like it were a lazy Sunday
afternoon in the sun, the epitome of comfort in the
She shivered again.
Logan lazily opened his eyes and glanced up at her. He
"Fine. Sit over there all evening, but I'm going to
sleep. I suggest you do the same."
With that he sunk lower into the little scoop he had
carved out in the sand, leaning in perfect relaxation
against the wall and closing his eyes once more.
Jean sat there for another moment before shuffling
round the fire and making her way to his side.
There was a part of her that hated to do this because
she knew he would be so insufferably smug about it,
but the other part of her said, fuck it, I'm cold...
Logan opened one eye and moved his arm to let her curl
up into his side, waiting for her to draw her legs
under her in a more comfortable position.
He watch her through slitted eyes as she snuggled down
by his body, warmth filling him at just being able to
feel her close to him for once.
Despite whatever she may have ever thought about him,
he truly did care for her. One day he would be able to
tell her. One day when she wouldn't assume that it was
so he could get one up on Scott. One day when he could
find the right words...
Until then he was almost content to just lie together
in silence until sleep floated them both away, a small
smile twitching his face.
~She could feel his warm lips on her body, heated
kisses pushed close against one another, caressing so
tenderly it stole her breath away... She could taste
his every emotion, his every thought on her lips, his
tongue stroking against the hot cavern of her mouth,
her own sighs echoing in her ears as he touched her
with a tenderness she could only ever have dreamed of.
He was warmth and light and heat and need and she sank
into him with a grateful moan, feeling his touch
feathering across her skin, her body merging with his
in pure ecstasy...
Seeking limbs entwined, the feel of him soft and hard
inside her, groaning, thrusting, filling the aching
chasm within her body, blissful friction driving her
So much skin, so much raw emotion, bodies clinging
together for dear life, hands clutching at whatever
they can find. Bare skin and warmth, sliding and
rubbing against one another, thrusting deep and
strong, a whirlwind of erotic ecstasy, her world
contracting and expanding in a blinding flash of
A scream of pure need...
Jean woke with a start, her heart heaving in her chest
as her eyes snapped open. She struggled vainly for a
second, a large arm wrapped around her body keeping
her from bolting upright.
She was still tucked in Logan's embrace, his warm body
pressed against hers as she panted raggedly in the
darkness, the fire flickering down to embers as her
head sank back to its place on his stomach.
"What the hell was that?" she whispered, blinking in
the gloom as her eyes drifted shut again.
Logan was warm and comfortable beneath her and she
relaxed back into the position she had been in before
she had woken, snuggled close into his shared warmth.
Her body calmed slowly, tensed muscles uncurling as
she nuzzled back into his side, but her heart still
beat strongly in her chest and a deep throb had formed
low between her legs.
She almost physically ached from the intensity of her
dream, her primed body wanting the release promised by
her fantasy, missing the sensation of a hard presence
invading her body as they made love.
There was dampness between her thighs and she silently
cursed, bringing her knees closer together to try and
quash the need that sluggishly flooded her body,
consuming her with gradual steps.
She resisted the temptation to press her hand between
her legs to ease the pulsing sensation, the temptation
to run her fingers through the heated skin of her sex
quashed only because that would mean she had to move
away from the warm body next to her. She was sprawled
comfortably on top of him, Logan so hot against her
side that even the thought of quietly bringing herself
to satisfaction couldn't incline her to move. His heat
seemed to lull her back into a sleepy stupor and she
took one last deep breath before trying to focus her
mind away from her aching sex.
The musky scent of her own desire gently hung in the
air as she stretched her fingers out over Logan's
body, stroking him for a second like a comforter as
she tried to lock down her feeling of need, grounding
it in the reality of their situation.
Even if she were to move, she realised, the sound of
her satisfying herself could wake him and that could
bring nothing but embarrassment.
The feeling deep between her thighs didn't abate
though, and she groaned slightly against his warm
stomach, idly caressing his firm body in her
She was almost starting to believe she could return to
dreaming again when lightening split the sky, the last
vestiges of slumber chased away as a roll of thunder
echoed outside, her eyes flickering open once more as
she groaned in frustration.
Sleepily she focused on the object closest to her; her
Her hand that was resting just below Logan's belt
She blinked hastily in disbelief, hoping that the
scene would change if she could just get her eyes to
But no, her palm was definitely planted firmly on
Logan's crotch, hand open and moulded to him, the flat
pressure spread over his groin, the feel of his body
beneath her touch flushing heat to her face in
The fact that he was sporting the beginnings of an
ungracious hard-on really wasn't helping...
Her first reaction was to jerk her hand away, and
Logan breathed out softly above her, shifting in his
sleep as she did so as if missing her caress even in
Jean twisted slightly in his grasp, studying his
profile in the dim light as the small fire died down
to coals. It cast a warm hue on his face, his eyes
moving under their lids as he moaned quietly in his
dream. It was a deep throaty sound, borne of pleasure
rather than pain and, curious, Jean opened her mind.
She gently reached out to catch the thoughts he was
unconsciously broadcasting outwards, her presence
barely even grazing over his subconscious.
Thoughts were radiating out from him, it wasn't
It was like casting a net and hoping for a catch, she
assured herself, not invading his privacy in the
She concentrated slightly and reached out to him.
His thoughts were frantic and hot as she opened her
mind, the images plunging directly behind her eyes as
~...running my hand down her legs to her knees, the
soft feel of her skin in my palms...-... as she lifts
her hips to me. Opening her...-... tasting her skin,
my tongue rolling over her breast...-... tight nipple,
making her scream...-... God, she is so beautiful�-...
Jean gasped and slammed her mind shut.
Oh god no...
He was having the same dream as her. She cringed in
embarrassment, pressing the palm of her hand over her
eyes. She hadn't broadcast in her sleep for years, why
did she have to start doing it again now...?
Somehow he had picked up on her dream and had turned
it into his own.
Jean felt her face turn crimson. She tried to squirm
out of his grip but she was so entangled with his body
that she would never be able to move without waking
She didn't remember falling asleep like this, their
bodies twisted together so intimately, but his arm was
curled protectively around her shoulder, holding her
close to his side while his hand brushed against her
Her nipples hardened as the tightness in her stomach
returned, the feel of his fingers just brushing
against her body, sending a fresh quiver of unsated
need through her.
Her eyes drifted back down again to the area below his
belt and she licked her lips, swallowing away the
dryness that had suddenly formed in her throat.
"What are you doing Jean...?" she whispered to
He elicited a soft moan and she bit her lip in
response, feeling his arm tighten around her as he
Some part of her wanted to resist, but then she looked
at his face once more, so peaceful in sleep, and she
Run with the moment and suffer no regrets...
Her hand snaked out again and traced a thin line over
the seam of his zipper, her fingers brushing the denim
She glanced up to look at his eyes, watching them
flicker under the lids, his breathing still deep and
Jean sat deathly still as his eyes moved faster under
the lids and she choked back a smile as he snorted
slightly, mumbling something unintelligible before
shifting lightly in his slumber.
Sleeping like a baby.
Her hand resumed its course along the seam to where
the material bulged, his body tenting the fabric as he
dreamed. She lay her palm flat over his groin to feel
the warmth of his hardening flesh under her touch,
smiling wickedly as it pressed against the inside of
A small squeeze got a reaction and Jean laughed
silently to herself as Logan's breathing got a little
deeper, her hand rubbing gently up and down the front
of his jeans as she watched his sleeping face twitch
slightly. The long, dark lashes that rested against
his cheeks flickered as real and imagined stimuli
merged into one blissful union.
Logan swam to consciousness grudgingly, drifting back
to the world on the other side of sleep as his brain
protested about being dragged from exquisite slumber.
The dream ended to tightness and heat. A slow steady
He opened his eyes with a start when he remembered
where he was, taking in the sight before him with
Jean still lay underneath his arm but she was awake
and obviously staring wide-eyed at the reaction his
body was giving from the dream he just had.
Embarrassment and shock at the betrayal of his own
lack of self-control coursed through his veins and
Logan quickly scrambled up from the floor, letting
Jean fall with an undignified oomph into the space
where he had just been.
He ran a hand through his hair and swallowed, his eyes
still wide and his heart pounding painfully in his
chest as he glanced back at her. His body still ached
at the sight of her lying sprawled out on the floor
before him, but she was staring at him with what
looked like surprise... Disgust maybe, he thought.
Mumbling something like an apology he quickly turned
around. She would have picked up on what he was
thinking... he must have been projecting pretty
strongly for her to be looking at him like that...
Heading for the cave's entrance he cursed himself.
Just when things had seemed to be heading his way he
had to go and have a dumb-assed wet dream about her.
Was there something so wrong with him that he couldn't
just hold onto a woman for one night without dreaming
about fucking her...?
He had hoped so much that he could do this right for
once, take things at their best pace, explain to her
how he truly felt...
She would never give him the chance now, he knew, his
strongly projected dream showing her all the things he
didn't want her to see yet, all the things that came
after he explained how much he really did love her.
All the lust and pure carnal need that he had been
pushing down for so long because he knew it wasn't the
way he would ever get her to understand how he felt...
Her voice was unsteady in the darkness, halting his
progress just as he stooped to shuffle out of the
cave, not caring that it was still raining, not caring
that he wasn't even wearing his boots.
He kept his back to her, taking a deep breath and
closing his eyes for a second to try and centre
himself. He clenched his fists, digging his
fingernails into his palms and trying to forget the
feeling below his waist.
It wasn't helping...
He heard her coming closer behind him, not quite
touching him but so close it made his whole body throb
"Where are you going?" she whispered.
He opened his eyes, staring desperately at the wall as
if it might give him some assistance.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going outside to look for a
McDonalds' drive thru. I'm starving, aren't you?" he
replied, his voice cracking with humiliation and less
than enthusiastic sarcasm.
"What?" he snapped, instantly berating himself for his
harsh tone. He couldn't see her face but he knew that
wouldn't have helped.
Jean stood right behind him, her voice sounding small
and uncertain in the darkness.
"It was my dream."
He turned around and faced her suddenly, confusion
written over his features as she shuffled
uncomfortably. She glanced up at him and took a step
back as his body towered over her own, his baffled
statement almost unreadable to her in the dim light.
"What do you mean, your dream?"
Jean swallowed nervously, so totally unsure of what he
was thinking, her eyes unable to pick out his features
in the darkness.
She took a deep breath to bolster her courage and
looked into the dark pools of his eyes. She shakily
reached out a hand to touch his cheekbone, the dark
hazel orbs darting sharply to look down at her fingers
before focusing back at her face again.
Jean traced the smooth skin of his cheek, watching
with awe as his control began to waver.
"It was my dream," she repeated, more confidently this
time. "I was broadcasting and you picked it up. What
you dreamed were my thoughts. I saw them... In your
mind before you woke up..."
Logan's nostrils flared as he picked up her scent,
watching with sharp, clear eyes as she moved closer to
him, regaining the step she had lost.
"It was my dream, about you and me," she whispered,
her voice growing husky as she studied his face
Her hand ran a path along his profile, gently stroking
her touch down along his jaw and to his mouth.
She could feel his breath puffing gently on her
fingers as she traced his lips, the soft flesh gliding
smoothly under her fingertip.
His eyes never leaving hers he turned his head
slightly, pulling her index finger into his mouth,
making her shiver slightly as his tongue ran along her
"It was my dream," she whispered again.
Her finger slowly slid from between his lips, the
warmth of his kiss caressing it slightly as he softly
took hold of her wrist.
"It's my dream too Jeannie, you know that..." he
His eyes locked onto hers, an infinite second of
anticipation passing before he took that final step
and crushed his mouth to her lips.
Then there it was... the culmination of years worth of
desires, the bottled and restrained emotions and needs
he had tried so vainly to keep hidden until he felt he
could tell her...
There they all were, the endless nights of fantasy now
pressed into his body and he just wanted to hold onto
everything he could, grasping it all for just a split
second, pulling her tightly into his arms, his tongue
seeking endlessly in the soft, slick cavern of her
Jean whimpered, surprise and shock fluttering through
her brain before she felt his tongue caress against
her own, the taste of him overwhelming her senses, the
soft thrum as he moaned inside her mouth driving her
heart to bursting.
She could almost taste it on his lips, all the want
and the need and the desperation...
His kiss passionately claimed everything it touched
and she drank him in like a drowning woman seeking
salvation, the rough crush of his mouth almost
bruising her own, his possessive embrace conquering
all in its path as she clung onto him helplessly, her
hands clawing through his hair.
His arms crushed her body against his, the hardening
in his groin pressed flush against her as she hooked
one leg around his waist, pulling herself up, trying
to consume all that he could give.
It was a flurry of want and desire, consequences
thrown to the howling winds outside as she moaned and
panted under his attentions.
He groaned inside her mouth as he felt her whole body
rubbing against his, tasting her sweet caress on his
lips as his hands slowly ran down her thigh, tracing
his palm along the line of sleek flesh that vanished
into the soft flannel shirt she still wore. He could
feel the elastic of her panties as his fingers lightly
skimmed against her firm, round bottom, gripping her
more forcefully against his body, his fingers pressing
into her skin as he locked her into him.
Jean gasped quietly as his lips finally parted from
hers, the soft huff of his laboured breathing merging
with her own, her tongue flicking out to lick against
his top lip seductively. It made him swallow hard as
his coal-black eyes watched her with possessive
His hand ran up and over her hip, letting her leg
slide back to the ground as his grip curled over the
soft, smooth flesh of her waist. The shirt rode up
with him, revealing her thigh and hip then stomach as
his hand trailed slowly up the smooth arc of her back.
He closed his eyes, savouring her scent as he buried
his head into her neck, licking up the side of her
throat with his hot, wet tongue. His mouth closed over
her flesh as he suckled the crook of her neck, making
her hiss with pleasure as her hands clawed through the
thick, lustrous strands of his hair.
Slowly he surfaced, lifting his head to take in her
eyes before kissing her ruthlessly again, stepping
backwards toward the wall as Jean clumsily tried to
unbutton his shirt. The little disks of plastic seemed
to evade her fogged mind and she grunted in
frustration, grabbing the cloth on either side of his
collar and yanking it hard. The fabric gave up and the
shirt ripped open to halfway down his stomach, buttons
scattering and cloth tearing as she ran her tongue
along the line of his jaw.
She pushed the shirt down off his shoulders, letting
it hang loosely on his body by the sleeves that were
still trapped around his arms and the remaining
buttons that only fastened to just above his navel.
Logan groaned with pleasure, instinct making him grind
against her, trying desperately to ease the tightness
in his body as her hands caressed his chest, her
fingers finding his nipples with ease and skimming
them lightly with her touch.
It sent tiny shots of desire through his body as she
circled the tight nubs of flesh, her head lowering to
take one into her mouth as he inhaled sharply, the
flash of heat making him dizzy as she suckled tightly
on his skin.
The lightest skim of her teeth on the hard, little bud
made him roll his eyes back into his skull, her
incessant thumb flicking back and forth over its
comrade making the pounding ache between his legs
unbearable, his flesh trapped in the constricting
He cupped her cheek in his palm, raising her lips from
his chest and capturing them in a kiss, threading his
hands through her hair, suddenly missing the contact
of her mouth on his chest.
His lips trailed down her throat as his fingers ran up
inside his shirt, skimming over perfect, creamy flesh
as he caressed her whole body with soft, tender
He curled the fingers of one hand over the outside of
her breast, the rough texture of the lace on her bra
bristling under his palm. The other slid back down her
side, coming to rest on her hip as seeking fingers
slowly tugged down the cup on one side of her bra,
pulling away the fabric from her hot little nipple,
the heated flesh jutting deliciously into his hand. He
hooked his other thumb into the elastic of her
panties, a good, hard tug wrenching them down to her
knees and she shakily stepped out of them, letting
them fall on the sandy cave floor as he toyed
carelessly with her nipple as his mouth ruthlessly
plundered her own.
Jean's eyes fell closed in bliss, her body shaking
with desire as he stroked and teased the erect flesh
with the rough, callused pads of his fingers, his hot
mouth capturing hers in a blaze of heat and desire and
pure white need.
She could feel the press of his body against her, want
clouding her mind with delicious friction as he bucked
into her, his mouth feasting now on her shoulder as he
growled low in his chest, trying vainly to undo his
"Logan... ahh..." she gasped as he tweaked the
hardened bud in his fingers. "LOGAN!" she hissed,
"What?" His mouth nibbled up her throat towards her
mouth, his tongue sliding between her lips as she
squirmed slightly, attempting to make her point heard
past his ravaging kiss.
She surrendered to it though, a soft moan all she was
able to produce as his hand left her breast to curl
tightly round her back, clutching her to him as
tightly as possible.
Eventually they parted, breathless and flushed and she
stood there panting on unsteady legs. She pointed to
his pants, her eyes reflecting the low embers of the
fire in the darkness.
"We need to get those off."
He gave a crooked grin and started to undo his belt,
unhooking the buckle with practised ease.
"No!" Jean exclaimed.
He paused and glanced at her, watching with interest
as she swallowed nervously, her chest heaving with
every breath she took
He could see her hard nipples poking against the
fabric of the shirt and he cocked an eyebrow at her
flushed appearance, waiting for her to continue.
"I want to undress you myself..." she continued,
edging forward once more, her breath still heavy
against his skin.
He slowly dropped his arms to his side, his own
breathing becoming ragged as he imagined her hands on
his body, stroking and teasing his rigid flesh with
long, soft fingers.
"I don't want you to move..." she whispered, waiting a
split second for his nod before continuing.
"Close your eyes," murmured her soft voice, her finger
stroking down his cheekbone as she stepped closer to
His breathing was rough in the silence and Jean stared
into the dark depths of his eyes, watching them
glinting with desire until reluctantly he closed them,
his dark eyelashes resting softly against his cheeks.
She looked at him and she shivered.
Wearing jeans and barefoot, his shirt half open and
pushed down his arms, he looked delicious, the painful
swelling in his groin pressing hard against the denim.
"Hmm..." she murmured to her self. "Where to begin?"
He looked almost edible like this, the low light
casting warm highlights over his chest, picking out
the contours of his muscles in soft, yellow fire.
She was going to enjoy this...
Logan stood quietly in the darkness behind his eyes,
waiting for her to start. All he could sense was the
movement of her body as it swirled through the cave
air, the rich smell of her desire rising through his
form and making his mouth water in anticipation.
There was the soft rustle of her hair against the
shirt she was wearing. All she was wearing in fact,
besides a bra, he reminded himself.
He started to smile, the statement suddenly lost in
the sharp inhale as he felt the warmth of her hands
begin their exploration.
Jean wasted no time, smiling with wicked cruelty as
Logan stood before her.
She ran her hands from the top of his hips downwards,
stroking long arcs on the outside of his thighs and
then suddenly in, her hand resting on the bulge in his
pants, rubbing in a slow, hard motion.
Logan swayed on his feet, eyes clenched tighter as her
fingers massaged the sensitive, rigid flesh.
She could feel the heat of his body radiating through
the denim and she closed her eyes in bliss, the
strong, firm feel of him under her hands making her
heart beat hard behind her ribs.
Jean cast a quick look up to his face, his eyes
clenched shut, a look of pure ecstatic agony caressing
his features. She smiled as she felt his hips jerking
under her hands, his body thrusting against the
blissful pressure she created.
He almost opened his eyes when she suddenly stopped,
opening his mouth to protest when a smooth palm
covered his lips, stopping him from speaking.
"Shh..." she whispered to his ear. The sound sent a
little puff of breath over his skin, caressing him so
lightly it barely even registered till she sent her
tongue after her words, sliding from his lobe down his
Moving her hand from his lips she kissed him deep, her
fingers in his hair massaging against his skull, her
hips continuing what her hands had started.
Logan moaned softly against her pervading taste, the
feel of her body undulating wickedly against his own
making the tightness inside his clothes all the more
She was doing it on purpose, the evil witch...
Jean slowly pulled away from the kiss, licking her
flushed lips as she ran her hands down over his
shoulders, fingers skimming lightly onto his chest
before slowly unbuttoning the last of his shirt.
Her lips and tongue darted wickedly over his chest,
lingering on his nipples again before caressing a
narrow line down his breastbone, waves of pleasure
assaulting his hazy mind as her teeth nipped lightly
at his skin.
Logan shuddered as Jean's mouth lavished small kisses
all over his body, her tongue dipping briefly into his
belly button before trailing back up to his pectoral
once again, the tip of her tongue swirling round the
tight little nubbin of flesh, making him shiver.
Her hands had made short work of his shirt and she
slowly pulled it down his arms, but the cuffs still
fastened at his wrists prevented it from sliding off.
Jean smiled wickedly as an idea struck her, and
gathered the loose folds of the shirt still caught by
his hands. She twisted it behind his back and looped
it between his wrists, tying his arms tightly behind
him with the soft cloth, watching in amusement as he
shook with the pure physical need pounding through his
The texture was both rough and smooth as Jean licked
along the skin around his biceps, biting him gently on
the shoulder before soothing him with lavish kisses,
her teeth scraping the skin as she explored his body.
Logan moaned quietly, Jean holding one finger against
his lips to quieten him as her mouth trailed in small
forays over his torso.
He kissed the finger pressed to his lips, trying to
draw it into the warm wetness of his mouth before she
pulled it away, running it down the middle of his
She laid her ear against his breastbone, listening to
the thundering of his heart as she ran her hand over
his stomach, the hair tickling against her cheek as
As it beat its tempo her hand stroked him in time,
drawing little circles lower and lower on his abdomen
until she was certain he couldn't bear it any longer.
Sweat broke out against his skin as he felt her
carefully running just the tip of her nail along the
waist of his jeans, coming to a stop just below his
belly button, trailing up and down the narrow trail of
hair that dipped inside his pants.
He whined almost painfully as he heard her sink to her
knees in front of him, resting her head against his
thigh. She rubbed herself against him like a cat,
almost purring as she wrapped her finger into the
waistband of his jeans, the gentle tug on the fabric
making his whole body move.
Slowly she finished unfastening his belt, pulling it
free of his jeans and tossing it on the floor with her
panties before slowly drawing down his fly. She
pressed backwards into his tender flesh with the
zipper as she lowered it, just shy of catching him,
making him squirm with just a small slice of both
heaven and hell as she opened his constricting
The cave was silent for a moment, not a sound besides
the harsh breathing coming from the man standing in
front of her.
Jean licked her lips and looked up at him, his head
thrown back in pleasure exposing the long line of his
strong neck, his chest rising and falling with deep
Lovingly she caressed his hips, his jeans falling
slowly at her encouragement, enticingly, teasingly
revealing him to her.
His arousal was obvious and Jean gave herself a
self-satisfied smirk as she slowly lowered her lips to
his straining body, lightly kissing the tip, flicking
at it briefly with just the tip of her tongue.
Logan groaned, leaning back into the wall for support.
He felt like he was going to die from the pure strain
on his heart as her lips brushed his hard flesh so
lightly, the heat of her mouth so tantalising against
his sensitive erection.
His arms were stretched out behind him, tightly bound
at the wrists, and he automatically moved his hips
forward towards her, arching his spine in pleasure as
she kissed him, running the tip of her finger up his
length in the lightest of tickling caresses.
It was the burning flash of her tongue skimming onto
his hardened body that made him moan though, the fire
of her mouth suddenly embracing him as she licked
slowly over his length, lovingly nuzzling into his
crotch before drawing him into her mouth.
The soft sucking of her lips made his face contort in
pleasure, his body tensing as her tongue swirled small
circles over him, coaxing his desperate arousal
His hips automatically thrust forward, slowed to
desperate, short jerks as she held him still, her
smooth hand lightly caressing against the heat of his
groin as she sucked him just a little bit harder.
He was so near the edge already that it didn't take
long, the sudden skim of her teeth lightly scraping
along his rock hard shaft sending him into cataclysmic
ecstasy, his whole body tensing as he came forcefully
inside the intense heat of her mouth.
It was as if he seemed to forget how to breathe, and
Jean watched with passion-glazed eyes as Logan dropped
to his knees in front of her, jagged gasps shuddering
his body, his eyes still closed as he tried to focus
on breathing in and out once again.
His desperate gasping slowed to deep, panted breaths
as she slowly crept closer, bending down to all fours
to look under his bowed head, the muscles of his
shoulders still heaving as he panted, his hands still
securely bound behind his back.
Slowly he lifted his head, half opening his black eyes
as his mouth caught hers, forcing it apart, his tongue
driving roughly inside. She whimpered in response,
cradling his face in her hands, her mind reeling from
the pure want she could still feel pouring off him.
She surrendered herself completely to it, submerging
her desires within him, their tongues stroking against
one another like silk and fire until they raggedly
broke for air, running small kisses along the other's
Jean blearily looked down to the pressure against her
leg, his whispered caresses raining down on her cheek
and neck as she nuzzled into him, smiling at what she
"Hmm?" he rumbled, grazing soft pecks against her
She gently stroked his obviously re-aroused body
again, wrapping her fingers lightly around its heat.
She could feel him grinning against her shoulder, his
sharp canines sending shivers of pleasure down her
spine as he nipped her skin lightly, flicking his
soothing tongue over the sting in her flesh.
"I'm not finished yet darlin'..." he murmured.
Blearily she shuffled around him, untying his wrists
from the twisted shirt. She pulled it away, freeing
his hands from the cuffs and running her fingers down
his bare back, watching the ripples as his muscles
shivered beneath the skin.
He twisted round and grabbed her arms, gently pulling
her back in front of him.
"This has gotta go..." he murmured, nuzzling against
her breast and biting the shirt between his teeth.
On their knees together, Jean gently moved his head
away, kissing his lips softly as she fingered the
buttons on her shirt.
His eyes seemed to burn as he followed the slow
journey her fingers made, one by one sliding the
buttons out of their holes, his deeply caressing gaze
watching the deep V of creamy skin slowly widening
down her body.
The shirt softly swayed open at last, the final button
freed from its hole exposing her to his hungrily
awaiting eyes, half out of her bra, her scent
caressing his sensitive mind like smoke.
Logan just stared at her, flames dancing in his voice.
"God Jeannie... you're the most beautiful thing I've
His voice was husky with desire as she swayed
unsteadily, feeling him push the shirt from her
shoulders, his hands caressing her skin as he brushed
the fabric away from her heated body, letting it pool
to the ground forgotten.
Slowly, almost reverentially, he reached for her, his
fingers slipping through her hair, caressing the
silken strands as his eyes locked with hers. Slowly he
came closer, so gradual it felt like an eternity of
anticipation that they were locked in as he
approached, holding her in his arms as they slipped to
the ground, their bodies meeting at last.
He was so warm and solid against her, holding her
firmly in his embrace as they lay like lovers on the
sand. His lips played against her mouth, small teasing
caresses, then down... tongue splashing liquid heat
over her collarbone and chest, sending small shudders
of blissful shock through her skin.
His arms still wrapped around her, he unclasped her
bra, her nipples growing hard as he softly drew the
straps from her shoulders, nudging the lacy material
away with is teeth and lips as he licked his way back
up to her rapidly heaving breasts.
His scalding mouth settled gently over her, drawing
the tight, flushed bud into his caress, running his
tongue over and over across the firm little nub of
flesh, tasting her like the sweetest candy.
Her mouth formed a silent scream as she arched in
pleasure, feeling him suckle so tenderly at her breast
as he lifted his hand to lightly stroke the other. His
fingers barely even grazed her body, but still she
twisted her back in whimpering rapture as he lightly
petted over the tip of the darkening, pink bud under
his fingers, his touch ghosting over the sensitive
flesh, making her writhe in his grasp.
She was so deliciously receptive... he could feel her
legs shifting beneath him as she squirmed against the
throbbing arousal growing inside her, her head rolling
back and forth on the dusty sand as he lifted his eyes
to watch her. Slowly he switched his attention to the
bared nipple on the other side of her chest, drawing
his thumb along the underside of the hot, wet nub he
had just abandoned, the friction making her breath
huff tightly in her lungs.
She moaned softly, chewing her lip as he gently tugged
at the dark pinnacle between his fingers, squeezing it
lightly as he rubbed its fellow hard with his tongue.
Jean cried out weakly, wrapping her legs around his
waist and pulling him close, her thighs trapping him
against her hot core. Her body throbbed, pulsing in
time with her thundering heart as his hand left her
breast, cupping her cheek as he slowly crept up her
again, ravaging her mouth as he caressed her hip with
his free hand.
He lightly swept up her thigh, so tightly tucked into
his waist, before guiding his hand back down her leg
again, just sliding his fingers between their bodies
to barely even graze her core.
Her lips broke away at the sensation, a loud moan
escaping her as he nibbled her neck. Her head rolled
backwards into the sand as a finger slowly crept along
the soaked mouth of her opening, caressing the soaked,
pink skin so painfully slowly that it seemed to take
He found the entrance to her tight hole and dipped
just the tip of his index finger into her, creeping it
inside gradually, millimetre by millimetre until it
was buried up to the first joint, just the end lightly
swirling in her passage.
She whimpered his name, capturing him by his hair and
pulling him up for a desperate kiss, bucking her hips
upwards into him, trying to get him to fill her more.
Gradually he slid his touch deeper inside, the burning
wet heat clinging to his invading hand as her muscles
fluttered around his penetrating caress.
She was clinging onto him so hard she could barely
even move, her whole body tensed around him as his
long finger slid home, making her whine his name as he
returned to licking her breast, the mixture of
sensations almost bringing her to the edge.
Rubbing his finger inside her slowly he sent sharp
snaps of pleasure through her body, watching them
shoot up her spine and making her writhe and cry out
pathetically as he drove another finger inside her,
harder this time, flexing his hand between her legs as
she screamed his name.
She clutched at his shoulders with the grip of a
drowning woman, scratching her nails over his shoulder
blades, mewling with the pleasure as he lightly
swirled his fingers inside her passage, coating them
in her fluid before slowly drawing them out to play
with her clit.
He rubbed fiercely against the heat inside her body,
electricity spearing between her legs as she neared
the edge. Her face creased into a mask of agony as he
rubbed his fingers hard against the apex of her
thighs, pushing her over the very edge of sanity as he
drew her to orgasm. He rubbed unmercifully against her
clit as she bit her lip, her face shaping into a
silent scream of pure sensation as ecstasy exploded
inside her. Her muscles clenched and contracted hard,
rippling against nothing as he continued to finger and
pinch the tight bundle of nerves, shock waves still
running hard through her core as he suddenly drove his
erection deep into her sex.
She screamed then, the fluttering muscles in her
channel gripping him hard and drawing him inside her,
full and deep as he began to thrust, barely giving her
time to recover before he started driving her towards
the abyss once again.
Jean arched her back and rocked her hips hard against
him, feeling his teeth sink into her blood red nipple
as he bucked against her, moving deliciously inside.
His hardness filled her body completely, so much more
satisfying than his fingers, every thrust rubbing
tantalisingly against that spot buried deep in her
passage as he thrust against her, grinding her hard
into the sand. His face pulled into a mask of tight
concentration as he gripped her harder against him,
his arm encircling her arched back as he sharply
yanked her upwards, moving them into a sitting
position, pulling her firmly into his lap.
Rocking against him desperately Jean thrust her chest
out, stretching her neck backwards as her hair flung
out wildly behind her, letting his hands guide her
hips as he moved her body on his own, feeling every
push and drag translated into pure fire inside her
sex, the friction unbearable.
Impaled so tight and hard on his swollen cock it was
all pure sensation to her now anyway, the passion and
fervour of their bodies caressing against each other,
the echo of their voices resounding on the dark cave
walls as she screamed from what bordered on almost
ecstatic pain. Her whole body clenched tight in the
centre of her being, muscles rippling hard around the
invasion of his rock hard cock deep between her legs.
She fed off his ecstasy as she came, the hot wetness
of his seed erupting deep inside her as they
desperately screamed, clinging onto him almost
painfully hard, both finally finding what they needed
so desperately clutched together tightly in the
Panting roughly she clung onto him, letting him bury
his head in her shoulder as his heavy breathing gasped
hot against her bare skin.
They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity
before she slowly slid off his body, rolling gently to
the ground as he collapsed onto his back beside her.
Jean looked at him blearily, his soft yet hard body
sprawled exhausted in the sand with her and she
suddenly realised something...
She really did love him.
Reaching out his arm, he scooped her closer, bringing
her tired and sated figure against his side.
He lightly fingered her hair, bringing it to his nose
as he breathed in her scent. A lazy, satisfied smile
grew on her face as Logan's low, contented growl
purred through her chest and back, the vibrations and
the heat of his body making her sigh in relaxation.
He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her ear gently,
his hand lightly resting on her waist as he pulled her
"So we have to go hiking tomorrow for that bridge,
huh?" he murmured.
Jean laughed sleepily.
A wicked glint lit her eyes as her hand rubbed small
circles through the hair on his chest. "We might be
stuck here for days..."
"Hmm..." He ran his hand down her side to rest it on
her hip. "You think so huh?"
She nodded slowly. "Yeah... cause while you were busy
running off to McDonalds, the other bridge
accidentally lost a bolt and fell in the river."
Logan laughed, gently cupping her face in his hand
before he lowered his mouth to kiss her deeply.
He really did love her...
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