The Old Apartment
The Old Apartment
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Disclaimer: I don't own X men, Marvel Comics does! This is FANFICTION, not for profit, but for entertainment only! This applies to ALL the following chapters as well!!!
The Old
Apartment
By
Here is my
take on a Logan/Jean pairing. So far I think this is a one shot series. It's a
fusion of Animated Series and the Comicverse. I got
inspired after reading some great Jean/Logan shipper fic
by Redfenix, and Eiluned.
You guys rock, incidentally!
I hope this
is different enough to keep people interested! I was wondering what happened
between the events where Logan clocked Storm in the head after he smelled Jean
at the ruins of her parent's home back in Uncanny X men… oh hell I forget the
exact number! Because during the X-Tinction
agenda he was very familiar with Jean, especially in that cell. I wanted
to give a stab at a 'missing scene' and this might be contradictory but hey,
it's all in fun. It could be considered 'alternate universe' for those who
provided they are helpful!
This story
contains adult content, such as sexual situations, but hopefully not overly
explicit. Don't read if you're under 16! Also some mild language.
Prologue:
Jean Grey knew
something wasn't quite right when she felt a headache and shifted in the bed.
The dimensions did not feel right, for she was squeezed against a warm
breathing body, and she could not sense the thoughts easily. Realization
crashed in, and she shivered in the dim morning light.
"Jeannie,
you okay, darlin'," a gruff voice asked. Gasping
she hugged herself, and felt the brawny arms rippling
with muscle and abundant hair slid under and hold her close. Against her back
an angled chest pressed, with the softness of skin against hers.
"Where...
what..." she stammered.
"
came the voice, and she realized whose it was
immediately. A soft kiss graced the nape of her neck, and Jean yielded to the
tingle of desire sweeping over her body at the rough yet delicate hands
caressing her reverently.
"
and turned over to face him. Pressed skin to skin, she felt her softness
against his angles and saw the twinkle in his blue eyes, deep with something
between concern and extreme happiness.
"Sleep
ok, red?" he asked, stroking her cheek and hugging her tightly. Jean
accepted his embrace, sighing as he stroked her back and kissed her cheeks
repeatedly with a tenderness that she thought was not possible for a killer
such as him.
"I was
out dead... I forgot where I was..." Jean laughed, feeling embarrassed and
awkward. She stiffened, and
distance between them.
"You
okay... ya sorry about last night?"
"No. Not
at all, Logan," she said with a smile as she traced over his chest with a
finger.
guided it up to his lips to kiss it, then nibble
lightly on her finger.
"Good,
causes I sure ain't sorry,"
playfully on her wrist, then down her arm. Jean felt a choking in her throat,
and tears smart in her eyes. How could one man have desired her for so many
years?
She leaned
down and captured his lips in a kiss. Sliding her arms around his neck she
clutched him tightly, treasuring his moans through their merged lips. Familiar
smells of tobacco, liquor and deep evergreen musk she imprinted on her mind
forever, because nights like this would be few and far between.
"Jeannie,
you all right... anything I can do for ya?"
"You've
done so much already, Logan," she murmured, as he kissed her lightly again
and crushed her in a protective embrace.
"I can do
lots more t' help ya, Red, you know that..."
"Why
me... Logan... why all these years are you still attracted to me?" Jean
asked softly.
"Because,"
Logan said as he lay on his back and repositioned her so she lay
her head pillowed on his hairy chest. "I just do."
"I guess
that's the best answer I'll get..."
"Desire...
doesn't need a reason darlin. Some things are just
the way they are," Logan said simply. Jean smiled warmly and accepted the
explanation as it was. She kissed his chest gently and Logan pulled her to lie
on top of him, smelling the desire exuding from her pores.
"I can
think of something now you can do," she singsonged,
her curtain of red hair dropping into his face. Logan took her hips with a
knowing smile and lifted her up effortlessly. Jean laughed as he held her just
above where he most wanted her.
"Question
is, are ya up to it, Red? Cause I
think I pressed ya a little too hard..."
"Not so,
remember? And you don't ever have to be afraid of hurting me... I can simply
wrap myself in a TK shield and you can do whatever you like..." Jean
smiled.
"So, you
aren't... all sore then?" he asked hopefully.
"If I
was, I wouldn't be here with you... I'd be elsewhere cursing in your
face," Jean said as she slid a finger on his nose and traced his features.
Her touch alone caused his desire to return, and he tugged her down on him with
a feral snarl. Jean reached out, encasing him with a TK field as he thrust
upwards. Hands curled around her breasts, feeling their weight and giving a
gentle squeeze, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to pinch and elicit
yelps from her.
"Never
can get enough of ya, Red," he rumbled,
thrusting up as she rocked in tandem. Sprawled across his broad hips, Jean
leaned down to kiss him and squeeze in just the way he liked to drive him
insane. There was no need to impress
enjoyed whatever she did.
Every ounce of
his concentration was tied up in pleasing her, she realized as she reached out
to read the barrage of thoughts he sent her way. "You surprised,
Red?" he asked.
She blinked;
still amazed he could send such a clear psicast.
"Yes... actually..." she sent back, through moans. She twisted a bit
with her hips, and
underneath and shifting under his solid weight.
"You
love," he growled, his lips next to her ear. Jean cried out, holding to
him tightly as he continued his push to pleasure her. She bit down hard
instinctively and that was enough to send
loud roar that mingled with her shrill scream.
A mind blowing
hour or so later, she stroked his back, and he lay buried in her sweet wetness.
She let him doze, and yielded to sleep. Her mind spun back to the circumstances
that brought her to his apartment and his bed, and his arms.