Shades of Gray, II
by Anusia

Jean opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't find words. He closed the door behind him, cutting off the last remaining light from the room, blanketing them both in the inky darkness of twilight. Why was it that every time she was lately in his presence the mood was so surreal? Was it all a dream? If so, she wanted nothing more than to remain in this fantasy. Preferably with Logan pressed against her, on top of her, behind her, and inside of her, in all ways imaginable.

"What? No kiss hello?" he teased, moving closer to her, one slow maddening step at a time. He was deliberately torturing her, making her impatient for him. He wanted her to beg. Logan knew she ached for his touch. But he'd waited a long, long time for her. Jean might still live with Scott, might even still share his bed; but when the lights went out and sleep overtook her, Scott Summers was not the man who brought forth whimpers of delight from her delicate throat. Logan was. He knew it; she knew it. He loved her with a savagery that was frightening. And if he couldn't have her mind, body, and soul; if he couldn't possess her totally, well, he'd at least make her share in his suffering, if only a little.

Jean was still speechless. She licked her lips, her gaze moving from the intensity in Logan's eyes, to the bulge in his tight jeans. She knew the crude pleasure, the sinful fulfillment, the primordial bliss that lay beyond the confines of that zipper. She wanted to run to him, dig her nails into his flesh, rip the clothing from his hard, muscled body and taste every inch of him. Things low and deep in her body tightened with every step that brought him closer. She could feel the wetness of extreme arousal growing warm and slippery between her thighs. She closed her eyes briefly, and suddenly, his large, strong hands were behind her, pressing her roughly against him. She gasped in surprise as his arms, rippling with muscles, pinned her to him.

"Cat got your tongue, Jeanie?" he licked her open lips with the point of his tongue. "Well, I'll just have to get it back for you," he growled. He plunged his tongue into her waiting mouth, forcing an animal like cry from her. She returned his kiss with a primal energy that threatened to devour them both. The marriage of his flesh to hers was hot and demanding. Her hands entwined themselves in his dark hair, as his own grasped handfuls of her magnificent red locks, pulling her head back, making her back arch, forcing her against his growing need. Jean Grey wanted nothing more than to free that need.

She moved her hands from his hair to his body, first dragging her nails lightly across his shoulders, then moving low along his back in slow circles, and finally cupping his ass and squeezing his firm, rounded cheeks. The movement surprised Logan. He broke off the kiss long enough to stare into Jean's eyes, now feverish with desire. The heat he saw there made him want to take her right then and there... but he knew the experience would be so much more satisfying for both of them if they played a little beforehand.

"More skin," he demanded, raising a hand from her waist to her shoulder. She jumped as deadly silver digits sprang from between his knuckles. She hadn't expected the claws to extend so close to her face. The fact that Logan was so temperamental and dangerous stirred something deep and untamed within Jean. That he could kill her before she could blink only served to arouse her further. She gave him a smoldering look as the adamantium daggers sliced through first one, then the other strap of her camisole, sending it slithering down her body to land in a silken heap at her feet.

As Jean stood before him naked, Logan took a step back and placed a claw under her chin, caressing her gently with the cold metal. He moved from her chin, to her cheek, to her breast, his breathing becoming harsh as he watched her nipples respond to the icy touch of his indestructible digits. He'd worshipped her from afar for so long. He hated sharing her. He snarled and tried to pull her back into his rough embrace, but she placed a hand on his chest, effectively stopping his advance. His eyes opened wide, surprise and blossoming anger brewing behind them. He would not be denied! Jean Grey smiled in the dark, trailing a finger from his chest to his groin. Something about being in his presence released all inhibitions within her.

"Your turn," she purred.