Part one: "Meeting in a dark corner"
Rating: R
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Jean had had a long day. She had been on her feet almost the whole time, lecturing sometimes and doing medical work other times. Something that she never revealed to other people is that she had terrible feet- poor arches- right now they were aching and throbbing, and she just wanted to lie down. It was late in the day, the twilight was falling and the building was becoming full of deep shadows. She wasn’t ready for bed yet, but she did need to rest.
But as she rounded the corner she saw Logan leaning against the wall in the alcove next to her door. He was standing casually, hands in his pockets, wearing jeans and a tank top- something she could never tell him, but she found him very attractive while wearing it. "I need to talk to you," he said. His eyes were dark, looking like he was determined to complete whatever mission he was on.
"Not now…" she sighed. All she cared about was getting into her own room and soaking her feet. The last thing he wanted was a complicated conversation with him. She knew the kinds of things he wanted to talk about. It had only been a month since she had stopped seeing Scott, and Logan had been increasingly persistent around her. Her relationship with Scott had been degrading so that she barely let him touch her for weeks before they split. Things just weren’t working out between them and she needed to get away. Now she just needed some time to herself to rethink what was going on. She had managed to bury herself in her work for the past week or so and avoid Logan, but he had to choose now, when she was tired and her guard was down to confront her.
"Now," he snarled, and grabbing her by the waist he pulled her into the alcove beside him.
"Ouch," she muttered as his fingers bruised her hips. He could be rough with people without realizing it sometimes. Whatever he wanted to talk to her about, he was very determined to bring up.
"You’ve been avoiding me," he accused her. "Why?"
"I haven’t," she lied.
"Yes, you have," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Don’t lie to me. Tell me the truth, Jean."
She sighed and closed her eyes in frustration. She never had been able to lie to him. Must be his animal instinct. "Jean," he repeated. When she opened her eyes again he was still staring at her just as intently.
"Things have been very strange lately, and you…you seem to think some things about me that are wrong," she said finally.
"Such as?"
"Such as… why I stopped seeing Scott. You have some things wrong about that. You seem to have made assumptions about our relationship and how it ended that aren’t true."
"I have?"
"You had very little to do with why we stopped seeing each other. You give yourself too much credit, for one thing." She tried to explain carefully.
"And this is a reason to avoid someone? The way you’ve been skirting around seeing me, you’d think I was rabid or something."
"You- you seem to think that I stopped seeing Scott maybe because of you- while the truth is, I stopped seeing Scott despite you."
He quirked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I know how much you wanted us to be together… and that only hardened my resolve to stay together with him… away from you." She took a deep breath. "But things just didn’t- couldn’t- work out. Some differences are just unable to be resolved…and you and I…"
"You and I what?" he murmured, spreading his hands questioningly.
"Logan," she began softly, abandoning her previous train of thought that would only be futile to voice. "Breaking up is very hard to do. It’s even harder when you’ve got someone else always breathing down your neck trying to get into a relationship with you. Scott and I- our relationship just wasn’t working out. Things were going downhill for a long time- not that it’s any of your business, but that’s the harsh truth. Now we both need to just stay away from each other and other relationships in order to recuperate. I think that would be best- for all of our- mental health."
She took a deep breath. "I’ve been avoiding you so maybe you would get the point that I am… " her voice wavered a little bit, "…not interested in you." She squirmed a little bit, thinking about trying to escape from the conversation. It had taken an uncomfortable turn, like she knew it would. She wanted to get away as soon as possible, from him and from the topic.
He moved closer to her, and he planted his arms on the wall behind her so he was right next to her, his arms right near her shoulders. He had her cornered, his muscular biceps on either side of her. She tugged at them with her arms but they held firm. He wasn’t going to let her go. She felt trapped, and yet… strangely aroused. There was a feeling stirring inside of her she hadn’t felt for a long time. "Are you trying to tell me," he said in a quiet growl, "That you don’t feel any sort of attraction to me at all?"
She lowered her head and gazed at his chest instead of his face. Of course that was nearly as bad, now she was forced to looked at his powerful chest muscles flexing as he breathed. She held her gaze, not looking at his face at all. Her face flushed slightly. She wasn’t going to be able to lie about this to him. He could always see right through her. And with his body in the way, there was no way she could escape…"I can’t lie to you… I have to admit that at some times I have felt… something that wasn’t quite-"
She faltered as she felt his hand on her chin. He forced her face upwards. "look at me," he ordered.
She complied and swallowed as she saw his deep brown pools of eyes gazing through her. She felt like he could see everything she was thinking. His eyes held a sort of dangerous fierceness in them as he looked at her. His close proximity and his gaze on her was making her pulse race. He was so close she could smell his scent wafting off of him, and it made her feel aroused. Her blood felt hot in her veins. Feelings she didn’t realize she had swam to the surface, and she realized that perhaps she really had been desiring him- in many ways. She had thought that she had just needed solitude the past few weeks, but in truth she had been feeling lonely, and she couldn’t figure out why. She had been burying her feelings towards him for some time, and now they were rushing to the surface once more. She swallowed again. "I have felt a… very strong attraction to you at times… I don’t think I can deny that…"
She waited for his cocky answer, maybe a smirk, but he didn’t move or say anything. Staring deep inside of his eyes she thought she saw something flicker, like a long standing barrier behind them had just been broken. His eyes widened, and he breathed in sharply. Then he roughly pushed her up against the wall and before she could squeak any sort of protest, he kissed her. As soon as his lips pressed hard against hers she shivered. This was not a kiss like any other she had ever experienced, this kiss was rough and almost coarse. This was the kiss from a desperate and aroused man who wanted her so badly she could smell it. His lips were possessive, there was so much pent-up desire behind that kiss it sizzled. He kissed her with a desperate, animalistic fervor. His lips were so hot on her it felt like her mouth was on fire. His eyes were wrenched shut as he kissed her, breathing hard through his nose as he worked his lips on hers. He roughly thrust his tongue between her teeth and tangled it with hers. Not even knowing what she was doing she was suddenly kissing him back, clutching his tongue between her teeth and toying with it. Their lips were pressed so tightly together as their tongues coiled around each other, and his possessively took control of hers, curving around it and dominating it. Their kiss seemed to last for ages, while their tongues played with each other and their lips remained pressed together.
She broke the kiss not because she was angry with him, but for lack of air. Her pulse was racing after that incredible sensation they had shared. She could still feel his hot wet lips on hers. She licked her lips almost unconsciously and she could taste him on them. He had an incredible, indescribable taste to him; something that was sweet in his mouth, yet bitter taste also, and it just tasted of him.
He didn’t move away after their lips parted. Instead he moved his body closer until it was almost fully pressed up against hers. Her heart was pounding in her ears to feel the length of him pressed up against her. He dipped his head down and his whiskers rubbed up against her. He really was an animal, she thought; a soft purr was emanating from deep within his throat as he nuzzled her neck. He nipped playfully with his teeth at her collarbone. She let out a small noise of pleasure as he nibbled a little harder then was considered gently on her flesh. His tongue was dancing on the sensitive skin of her throat in-between his teeth. The stubble on his face was rubbing against her flesh and creating the most delicious friction. She absentmindedly tangled her fingers in his hair as he raised his head to nibble on her chin. He reached his hand out and cupped her breast through the fabric of her shirt. She let out a whimper before she could stop herself, and his purring escalated into a low growl.
She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, and how she was letting him do it. It didn’t take a strong psychic to see what he was thinking, because his mind was practically screaming it. Images of the two of their naked bodies tangled together flashed through her mind. He was thinking of the two of them making love right here against the wall they both stood against. These images burned in her mind, making her feel like her body was becoming engulfed in flames. She knew what he wanted- he was doing it to her and she could see that he wanted more. He was acting on pure animal instinct and desire. His hands were sliding all over her body- yet far from feeling violated, she was feeling more excited than she ever had in her life. Scott had never touched her like this- he had never been so desperate to feel their flesh together that he would feel her up in the hallway, where they could be caught. This was even more than Logan feeling her up- he was touching her because he needed too. His mind was concentrated solely on touching her flesh, on marking her and making her his. He wanted to fully possess her; she could feel it in his movements. His hands moved frantically down her hips, tracing her thighs down her legs. His touch was hot on her flesh and it made her shudder. He pulled her blouse aside and buried his nose in her flesh. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, then gently stuck his sharp canines into her shoulder until he almost broke the skin. She clutched his head against her, hearing his erratic breathing as he played with her soft flesh. She fingered his earlobe, then grabbed his thick hair and pulled him closer to her. Her breathing was becoming labored. She felt moistness creeping in-between her legs as he took a fold of her flesh between his teeth and suckled it. His two hands meanwhile slid around her waist, pulling her hips close to him. She gasped as he gyrated his pelvis against hers and she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his pants.
Then suddenly he stopped and pulled his mouth away. He hands paused in their movements and he raised his head up. He stood still, and his eyes narrowed. He sniffed the air, his nostrils dilating. "Someone’s coming," he hissed. He pulled his hands away from her and stood up straight. After a moment she began to hear footsteps coming down the hall. He leaned into her for a moment and bit her on the ear until one drop of bright red blood appeared there. He licked it off with his tongue and licked his lips, giving a little snarl. He didn’t know if she would be willing to continue what they had started, but now he had marked her. She was his. He straightened up and disappeared around the corner, fingering her ear as he slipped away. She was left breathing hard, leaning up against the wall for support as she felt like every single bone in her body had turned into water. She did however notice, that somehow her feet no longer pained her.
Please go on to part two- "Logan/Wolverine revisited"
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