Title: When Push Comes to Shove

Author: lachlanrose@ev1.net

Rating: NC-17

Summary: A not so nice Logan plays a ruthless little game with Jean.

Feedback: Why not? I'm feeling lucky today. ;)

Disclaimers: They ain't mine. I ain't making one red cent. Sue me and you'll regret it, bub.

Notes: This fic is an odd amalgamation of movieverse, comicverse and a wee bit of my own verse. ;) Please heed the warning. This fic is sexual in nature.

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Chapter One: Upping the Ante

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The harder he pushed her the more ruthless her shoves became.

Oh... she never complained. Not her. She was too much a lady for that. Her impeccable manners and regal dignity kept her from sinking to his level and giving him the public set down he so richly deserved, but even when they were alone she never admonished him for his behavior. She never once told him to stop.

Truth be told, the idea had never even crossed her mind. She liked the attention far too much. He was a random uncontrollable anomaly in her otherwise perfectly ordered life. Hell, she might be all prim and proper on the outside but he knew she was a whore at heart. Physically she might have only been with Scott, but in her mind she'd been with him a thousand times and he knew it.

In the beginning it had been a game. Sure, Jean was attractive but it had been more about pissing off Scott than about getting into her pants.

Arrogant little fuck.

Even now he still had a hard time believing it. This is who that scent had belonged to? He'd scented a man on her, but Scott?

That dick? Now that's just fuckin' wrong.

Red needed a man, not some pansy ass boy. The cocky little bastard had been trying to stare him down when Red had come sauntering in Xavier's office, cool as you please. As if he hadn't just had his hand at her throat and then dropped her on that pretty little ass of hers, right there in her own Goddamn lab.

He'd smelled that prick on her before she even crossed the room. A scent Logan had grudgingly come to acknowledge as 'ScottnJean'. That was, in his mind at least, not nearly as inviting as the scent of 'JustJean'. She'd walked past him and the scent he'd caught from her just screamed 'property of Scott Summers'. Well, that had just plain pissed him off, so in typical Logan style, he'd stared at her ass as she walked by just to yank old One Eye's chain.

At first it had been small pushes. A snide comment about Scott, an invitation to read his mind, a little sexual innuendo here and there, and her shoves had been small in response. A cynical smile, an eyebrow quirked in displeasure, pursed lips or a frustrated sigh. A small push and a small shove. Isn't that how all great things begin? They start small and build.

He could tell she liked it. She liked that he didn't fit neatly into any category or classification she could come up with. He was outside the box, outside the scope of anything she'd dealt with before. The doctor in her wanted to analyze him, the woman in her wanted to tame him, the primal part of her just wanted to fuck him. She couldn't control him and despite her superior airs she couldn't help the way her body responded to him.

Logan knew she would never leave Scott. He'd never wanted that. He didn't want a relationship with her he just wanted to fuck her hard and fast until he burned her out of his system. It was that simple.

The real bitch of it was he wasn't exactly sure when the game had become more about fucking Jean than it had about pissing Scott off. It didn't really matter. He was just killing time. If it hadn't been her it would have been someone else. She was as good as any other. Better actually, because not only was he attracted to her there was also the whole Scott angle and Logan lived to find things that got under Scott's skin.

After a while the small pushes were no longer enough to garner the response he wanted from her so he began to up the ante. He had little use for society's rules regarding what was appropriate and what wasn't. Combine that with his blatant animal sexuality and his complete disregard for social mores and Dr Jean Grey had one hell of a problem on her hands.

It wasn't as if he was taking advantage. She knew the game. He'd been around and Red played like a master. She never sullied her lily-white hands. She never led him on, not with words anyway. In her conscience and in Scott's eyes she would always be the good girl and he would always be the lecherous bastard because she'd never once encouraged him... with words. She didn't have to and they both knew it. Her body spoke far more eloquently to him than her mouth ever would.

It amused him, this little game of theirs. She rebuffed him publicly and privately but all the while her body screamed, 'yes'. That was the way she wanted to play and so he'd play by her rules... for now.

He stalked her. Catching her alone or with others, it didn't matter. He whispered obscene things in her ear and made subtle suggestive gestures that only she saw. Her face might have showed displeasure or indifference, but her body never lied. It didn't ever take much, his breath teasing her neck, the not quite accidental brush of his body against hers, something graphic whispered crudely in her ear. No, it never took much and in an instant her body was uncomfortably and undeniably wet and aching for him.

Yes, he'd upped the ante and so had she.

At first when he'd forced that response from her she'd retaliated by making a show of going to bed with Scott. Never a vulgar display, but always enough for him to know exactly what was on her mind when she and Scott left together.

It worked.

Just the thought of the 'clueless leader' fucking Jean drove him wild, made that red haze creep over his vision and his knuckles burn. Scott had no idea. All he saw was a little harmless flirting. Sure it irritated him that Logan flirted with 'his girl' but he never figured out that Jean was a willing and active participant in Logan's little game. He never saw the undercurrents between them, never recognized the foreplay even though neither of them made any effort to hide it from him or anyone else.

Logan growled just thinking about it. Scott sure liked to rub it in his face that he was going to bed with Jean. Never overtly of course, that wasn't his style. Instead Logan had been the recipient of countless 'I'm gonna get laid and you're not' smiles. Well, maybe not countless.

As a matter of fact, it was the exact number of times he'd forced that particular response from Jean. Too bad the arrogant little prick had no idea why his girl was wet and panting for it before he'd ever even touched her. Scott was always so busy gloating that he never caught Logan's smirk when the couple departed for their room.

They played a few hands that way. Hedging bets, bluffing each other, wondering who would fold first. Logan knew with absolute certainty it wasn't going to be him. The Wolverine didn't lose a fight. Get the crap kicked out of him, maybe. Die, possibly. But lose? No fucking way.

And then Logan raised the stakes again.

He'd caught her alone in the lab. Still riding the high from a Danger Room 'play session' he cornered Jean. A slow predatory smile flashed across his features and he sniffed. Today she smelled like 'JustJean'. A damn good thing too, because smelling Scott on her right now would have sent him right over the edge. As it was he was skating along the edge of losing control. It wouldn't take much to rouse the Wolverine at this point and Red knew it.

Logan smirked at her from across the room. She'd been wet from the second she'd seen him standing in the doorway, pulsing with feral promise. He watched her watch him as he ran his hand casually over the erection straining at the front of his uniform. He wondered if Red knew she'd just licked her lips in response to his lewd little gesture.

She slowly turned to face him fully. She never ran. Not her. Running wasn't a part of the game and Jean always played by the rules.

At least one of us does.

Logan closed the distance between them. He'd always known the instant her body responded to him but he'd never called her on it... until now. She turned her back on him as if that pathetic little gesture could stop what was coming. Of course, at heart she didn't want it to stop at all.

He moved to stand behind her and he rested his hands on the cold stainless steel exam table in front of her, invading her space with his presence, his scent, the heat of his body. Blood rushed hotly through his veins. Power and danger emanated from him in waves catching her in its grasp, trapping her far more effectively than the hands resting on either side of her. He leaned in close until his breath was hot on her neck, still never once touching her with his body. Slowly he turned his head until his lips brushed against the shell of her ear, and then he spoke.

"I know how ready for me you are, Jeannie," he rasped against her ear and he watched with satisfaction as she shuddered. The smell of her arousal intensified and he smiled knowingly against her neck. "The question is do you know how wet and ready I am for you?" Her face flamed even as an almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips.

That's the way darlin'. Let me hear how much you want it.

He ground his hips against the sweet supple curve in front of him in one impossibly slow circle, just to be sure she got his message loud and clear and then he stepped back, gloriously aware that for one brief instant her hips had followed his retreat.

He knew what was going to happen now. Damage control time.

Say it. Say it now before she tries to throw Scott in my face.

He growled low and deep in his throat before snarling at her back. "Run to him Jeannie."

Yeah, that feels good.

"It might be his bed you're in but it's me you're fucking."

He waited in the thick silence that was only broken by Jean's harsh breathing. She said nothing. He knew she wouldn't. One did not argue the truth with the Wolverine.