Part two- “Logan/Wolverine”

Part two- "Logan/Wolverine revisited"

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer & archive: Same as the first part.

Logan had been having a less than restful sleep when he awoke. While clad only in a pair of shorts, he had been sweating, making the sheets damp. Nightmares had been plaguing him and he had been tossing and turning very fitfully. He couldn’t believe what he had done to Jean- he had basically violated her. His hormones had gone out of control and she probably hated him for it. With this thoughts his sleep was less than restful and it was no wonder his eyes flew open as soon as he heard a footstep in the hall. His nostrils dilated and he could smell someone standing outside his door. He sat up a bit and wiped the perspiration off of his face. Just then the door flew open.

In the doorway stood Jean, holding her hand up. She walked a few steps into the room and stopped dead in her tracks. Seeing her made his breath catch in his throat. Her face was close to expressionless- but if he looked closely he thought he could see the faint trace of a determined smile on her lips. Her short red hair was shimmering in the light from the window, a few strands blowing out behind her, as if her powers were controlling it. She was wearing only a thin nightgown, something short and cream colored with a little lace- something he thought a dignified woman like her wouldn’t even own- and the way the light was shining from his window on her he could see that was all she was wearing. Her body posture was almost rigid, a sharp contrast to the curves he could see through her clothing. She slowly lowered her hand, and he could see her full breasts outlined under the garment. He swallowed, his mouth dry as she turned around and closed the door with her mind. The latch bolted into place securely. He could see her bottom through the white nightgown clearly. He didn’t know why she was here, but he didn’t care- his adrenaline was already pumping overtime to see her like this. He felt like his throat was closing up and he could barely speak. "What is it?" he asked hoarsely. He could barely believe that he was seeing her- here, now, in his bedroom in the middle of the night; especially after what had happened between them earlier in the evening.

She didn’t say anything, instead she climbed on top of the bed next to him. He pulled the bedclothes more tightly up over his legs and shorts so she hopefully wouldn’t see that he was already becoming aroused. He started to speak, but she pressed her finger against his lips. "Be silent and let me concentrate," she whispered. Then she leaned forward and placed her fingertips against his forehead. Her eyes closed in deep concentration and he knew she was reading his mind.

Logan breathed deeply and tried desperately to control his thoughts this time. But it was no use- she was so damn close he could smell her. His bare chest was heaving, she was driving him insane. Thoughts of him ripping off her clothes and fucking her kept flashing through his mind. He swallowed as her fingers made little circles around his temples and her brow furrowed. This only made him more aroused. He imagined touching her, making her scream, he thought of her hands on his body, touching him…

Jean smiled to herself. She saw in his mind what they both wanted. She saw him imagining kissing her, stroking her, pleasing her. She saw the two of them making love, over and over. She saw them desperately clawing at each other’s bodies in the heat of the moment, gasping and moaning. Her heartbeat sped up. This was the animal Logan she had come looking for tonight. When she opened her eyes she saw him looking at her with an incredulous gaze. "I’m not Mystique, if that’s what you think…and I’m not angry at you either," she murmured. Then she kissed him.

Logan’s pulse drummed in his ears. This kiss was like the one they had shared below the jet, and the one in the hallway, only a thousand times more intense. This time it was her lips and her actions that showed she was so full of pent-up desire and passion their kiss was electric. Their mouths were hot like coals on each other as both of their chests heaved. His arms reached up and wrapped around her as the intensity of their kiss increased. She slowly parted his teeth with her tongue and slid hers inside. Their tongues began to tangle together, exploring each other’s mouths. He captured her tongue, savoring the feeling and taste that was so uniquely hers. She was breathing heavily against him and he could feel her chest heaving against his as their mouths melded. Their tongues mated with each other desperately. As they kissed he felt her breasts pressing against him through the cloth. He kissed her with more ardor, feeling her flesh eager and waiting for his touch.

Then he broke their lips apart and kissed her on the cheek. Then he kissed on her neck, sliding his mouth along to nibble on her ear where he had bitten her before. She sighed, hands quivering as he nipped at her flesh playfully. He bit gently all the way down onto her chest, nosing fabric of her nightie aside. His hands roamed all over her legs as he played his mouth across her warm flesh.

He slid his hands up her thighs and over her belly, sliding the fabric of the nightgown with him. He pulled it over her head, leaving her gloriously naked. He breathed in the sight of her, eyes widening with pleasure as his nostrils flared. Then he moved his hands to cup her breasts. He splayed his fingers against the round soft mounds, then drew his thumbs roughly against her nipples. He felt them harden against his touch, and she whimpered, leaning into his hands. She started to rub her hands over his chest as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped and raked her fingers through his chest hair, her back arching.

She leaned back and looked at the sheets that were covering him and they flew off the bed. She knelt down, her legs on either side of his and saw his erection straining against the fabric. Her heart jumped to see him so aroused. His eyes were glazed over with lust as she slowly reached her hand down. She caressed the bulge slowly, making him groan. She held her hand over it and with her mind she made the fabric burst at the seams, falling off of his body. She slowly wrapped her hand around his length, marveling at his hardness. He groaned louder, hands grabbing at the sheets as she slowly stroked him up and down his length. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst any second. She ran her hand over his swollen tip, tickling him with her fingernails, and he grabbed her hand to stop it from moving. If she kept on she was going to make him come. He knew she couldn’t possibly imagine what kind of incredible power she held over him.

He wanted to give her pleasure. She had come to him for it and he wanted to please her body. He wanted to see her writhe in agony and incredible feelings. He wanted to see her usually composed body lose control against his. He reached between her legs, gently stroking the tender bundle of nerves that was swollen and throbbing above her moist opening. She gasped loudly and grabbed the sides of his face. He stroked the bud back and forth and her fingers snaked up into his thick hair, grabbing fistfuls of it. She moaned and her body shuddered involuntarily as he leaned forward and ran his tongue in a circle around it. She clutched his head tighter and leaned back as he nipped at it with his teeth. She let out a shrill noise as he parted her lips and delved his tongue into her opening. Chest heaving wildly she clutched onto him as he thrust his tongue in and out of her. Her whole body was tingling and she felt like she was about to lose control. She needed to feel him, hard inside of her, NOW. She pulled his head away and raised herself up higher. She pushed him back against the pillows and leaned forwards. His erection twitched eagerly in-between them, the tip red and swollen. Then she ever so slowly lowered herself onto him.

She moved inch by inch, letting him become engulfed fully in her. She paused, letting her flesh adjust to the feeling of him. He gulped, struggling to maintain control as he felt her hot tightness surrounding him. Then she slowly started to move. She thrust her hips down onto his, pumping hard against him. She pulled him up into a sitting position so she could hold onto him better. He bucked his hips against hers, in the same rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, trying to get them closer together. Their bodies were hot inside of each other and their movements together. While they pulsed into one another he took possession of her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth wildly, mimicking their other movements. He felt incredible heat coming from their joining point he thrust harder and harder, eliciting noises of pleasure from her every time he bucked into her.

Their movements became more desperate as they neared their release. Her thrusts and his hips bucking were perfectly synchronized. Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead as they breathed together and forced their bodies together harder and faster. He slid his hand in-between them and started to stroke her in time with her thrusts. She gasped and moaned, grabbing his hand and holding it there. She was on the verge, she was so close… they were both on the edge of orgasm and they could both almost taste it…

He knew she was about to climax because the drawer in the table next to the bed started rattling. Then the doorknob and the windows and the pictures on the wall, and soon the whole bed was shaking. She squeezed her legs around him tighter, body slick with perspiration against his. She leaned into him, hair falling onto him, nails scratching against his back as she felt it build higher and higher. Everything rattled more violently as she began to lose control of her body. Then at last she threw her head back, eyes wrenched shut as she came. She let out a high pitched wail and dug her nails into his back as she held on to him for dear life. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched again and again, and the window flew open. Wind rushed in at them as she shrieked, muscles clenching harder. The drawer shot out of the table and the pictures fell off of the walls, the bed shaking violently. Everything in the room was shaking uncontrollably as she came.

He moaned loudly as he felt her clenching him and the feeling built in him until it finally burst into his climax. He clutched at her flesh hard as it began, his teeth clenched together, eyes wide. He gasped wildly as his muscles spasmed and he knew his body had lost control. He threw his arms out to the side just in time as the blades shot out of his knuckles, slicing into the sheets. Light flashed before his eyes as the sensations washed over him. The feelings overpowered him and he threw his head back, releasing a loud animalistic howl.

Then the waves ceased and they started to come down off of their high. She clutched onto him still, both of them trying to regain their breath. His muscles relaxed as the blades pulled slowly back into his flesh and it healed over his knuckles, along with where her nails had punctured his back. The sweat started to cool on their bodies, and the wind from the window gave them both a chill. She rolled off of him slowly, gasping for air. She reached down and pulled the blankets up over both of them, her mental powers too exhausted to do it any other way. She snuggled up to his warm body, his chest heaving. "You’re an animal," she whispered.

"Thanks," he growled.

~ Fin ~

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