Evolution

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It was a Wednesday when the Professor asked her into his office and wondered if she would volunteer on a special mission. It was going to be with Logan, out in the woods, on surveillance for two nights.

Immediately, Jean said yes. The reason she'd given the professor was that she wanted to start asserting her independence and this would be a good chance for her to work on her powers apart from the rest of the team. Secretly, she had a few other reasons in mind.

Like, for instance, the fact that she'd inexplicably found herself incredibly hot for Logan this past whole month, and this was exactly the opportunity she'd been waiting for to make her intentions clear.

Jean was a smart girl, and determined; what she wanted, she got. If Wolverine hadn't figured that out yet, he certainly would by the end of the trip.

They had just finished a two-hour hike and were setting up camp when she'd brought up the topic of relationships in casual conversation. Logan had sighed as soon as she'd mentioned boys, but he figured he was out here for two days, so he might as well look on the bright side of things. He could've gotten stuck with Kurt or Kitty. At least Jean was capable of silence once in a while.

"I just...feel like now that I'm not in high school anymore I'm ready to sort of explore another side of myself. I just don't know who I'm going to explore it with," Jean explained, shifting her pack to her other shoulder.

"Scott seems to have a real thing for ya," Logan offered.

"Hmph" Jean gave a shake of her hair, sending her fiery locks cascading in a wave. "As if that weren't the most obvious thing ever. Scott's sweet, but..."

"..but what?" Logan asked, attention half focused on setting up the tent.

"Well, he's just so immature. I'm kind of into...older guys. Someone with a little more...perspective on life."

"Huh, that so," Logan grunted in agreement, not even turning around to face her.

Jean felt furious. She'd been dropping hints left and right and he'd never even glanced her way. How could it be? She knew she was attractive, bright, and powerful. She knew Logan had his share of women. How was it that time and again he just managed to ignore her?

Well, if that's the way you want to play it, bub, she thought to herself. I guess I'm just going to have to make it a little more obvious.

"It's hot out here," Jean complained.

"Get used to it, it's just gettin' hotter 'til sundown," Logan replied, tying a rope to the tent poles.

Giving a sigh, Jean stripped off her t-shirt, revealing the thin white tank top underneath. Now THAT should get a reaction, she thought, as she smoothed her hands down her curves in a show of straightening her clothing.

"Careful Red, sun's out, you'll burn," Logan warned, cursing the knot he'd made and retying it.

Damn it, Jean thought, this calls for desperate measures.

She took out her water bottle and opened the nozzle fully. Then, without hesitation she turned it upside down and let the water cascade down her face and neck, soaking through her tank top. As soon as the cool water hit her skin, she felt her nipples harden. She pushed her wet hair out of her face.

"Ahhh," she breathed, "God, that feels good."

If this didn't get his attention, Logan was officially dead, or possibly a skrull, clone, or Mystique in disguise.

"Want some?" She asked, offering the water bottle, and her tone made it perfectly clear that the words had a double meaning.

For the first time Logan turned and looked at her as the words, "Nah, that's okay I-" caught in his throat.

Satisfaction rolled over Jean's mind in waves as she found she'd at last engaged the Wolverine. Seeing the utter look of confusion and surprise on his face was priceless.

"I-uh... Jean...you..." he stuttered.

Jean loved every second of it. Confidence oozing from every pore, she walked towards him with an extra swing in her hip. It should be relatively easy now, she could just go in and get what she wanted.

She put a hand against his chest and held the water bottle to his lips,

"Here," she said huskily, "It's hot out here. Have a little."

Then, just as suddenly as she was in control of the situation it spun out of her hands. In a split second, the confusion disappeared off Logan's face and he quickly knocked the water bottle out of her hand, his strong fingers closing around her wrist.

"What the hell are you playing at, Jean?"

"I don't know," Jean replied angrily, annoyed at his suspicious tone of voice and the pressure on her wrist. "You've been around a few hundred years, haven't you? I think you'd know by now, so you tell me."

"Well, if I didn't know better," Logan said, his tone suddenly low and dangerous, "I might think that were tryin' to come on to me."

"Well there it is Logan, I guess you're a genius after all. And it only took me getting half naked and dripping wet," Jean said angrily wrenching her wrist away.

Logan's hard expression instantly melted into something softer. And his hand went up and buried itself in his hair, scratching in a puzzled way.

"Why are ya doin' this Jean? It's a big mistake, trust me. Why go after me? You got Scott, you two are like the homecomin' king and queen."

"That's what everybody else thinks," Jean said bitterly, crossing her arms over her still soaking chest. "Maybe that's how people see me, but that doesn't mean it's how I really am."

"Jesus Christ Red... think about it. I'm older than Charles! I'm old enough to be yer great grandfather!" Logan protested.

"You're probably old enough to be Xavier's great grandfather Logan," Jean said pointedly, her eyes flashing. "It doesn't mean anything. You look like you're thirty. Stop splitting hairs and playing semantics games and just tell it to me straight. If you don't want me, I can take it. But bullshit, I don't need. I'm twenty, I'm legal, so just tell me yes or no."

Logan stared at her, and in that instant everything revealed itself plain as day on his face. The lust, the need, those dark eyes that skimmed over her body like a fire.

"I don't want ya," Logan said, turning away. "Let's finish setting up camp."

"Liar," Jean retorted.

Logan didn't respond, just continued to finish the tent.

"One kiss," Jean said suddenly.

Logan turned and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What's that supposed ta mean?"

"It means give us one chance. Give me one kiss. And I swear, I'll leave you alone. I'll believe you, that you don't want me."

Logan bit his lip and Jean could see the anger and frustration coiling deep within him.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them as Jean contemplated her next move.

"Xavier hears about this he'll have me thrown out of a damn plane," Logan growled, and then turned to face her. Jean said nothing, just raised one eyebrow. This was a game she didn't intend to lose. Wolverine saw the stubbornness written plainly on her face.

"Fine Red. We do it your way. One kiss, and don't go tellin' Kitty and Crawler and the other students about it, I'd never live it down."

So he still thought she was that immature, Jean fumed, still thought that this was some kind of silly schoolgirl game. She'd show him.

They approached each other, and Jean realized how solid Logan's physical presence really was. He was almost exactly her height, although she was maybe a centimeter or two taller.

He placed one hand against her hip and the other around her back, gently. Jean shivered at the touch. She'd seen what those hands could do, the carnage they left behind. The danger just turned her on.

Ever so slightly, she tilted her face to meet his.

There were mere inches away, almost eye to eye. He moved in. She could feel the rough scrape of his sideburns against her face, smell the beer on his breath. Blood was rushing, pumping through Jean and there was a hot tingling between her legs.

Jesus, if he does this to me before we even touch, what's it going to be like when we do? She wondered deliciously to herself.

Then, all it once, Jean made the final move and their lips touched. It was like someone had sparked a fire off inside her. Without thinking she wrapped a hand in his Logan's thick hair and then, if that was a trigger, he suddenly kissed her back, aggressively, expertly, opening her mouth with his tongue and then plunging inside.

She hadn't expected this and it made her head spin so fast she nearly fainted. The lust was rushing through her now, and she could feel him running on instinct. It wasn't on purpose, but in her altered state of mind her power asserted itself and delved into Logan's thoughts.

It was primal, hot, sweet, dark, Jean winding her hands through Logan's hair, Logan lifting Jean's leg against his waist as she felt his hard- on stiffen between them. She thrust her hips against his, rubbed her breasts against his chest, trying to gain more sensation to satisfy her burning lust. She heard Logan growl deep in his throat the more she moved and she could sense a wire in his head, like a thin filament, starting to fray.

Feeling fire in her eyes, coursing through her body, Jean wanted nothing more than to watch it snap. She felt a hot flame building inside her, a surge of power, an ache that she knew he was going to satisfy...

STOP!

The voice was Logan's, mentally. A metal mental wall came slamming down so hard Jean felt real physical pain.

The word blew through her mind with such force that she rocked her back, hands flying her to head. She and Logan parted so suddenly she nearly fell over, and then she saw the look on his face-terrified. His breathing was hurried and rushed and he looked her in the eye for a moment, startled, before he dropped his gaze in agitation.

Jean's face was flushed red as she pushed her hair away from her eyes. She'd never felt anything like that before in her life. Scott, Duncan, they were nothing like this. This was a whole new level that piqued her curiosity and desire all at once. It took her by surprise as much as it apparently did Logan.

They stood staring at each other for a good twenty seconds in silence before Logan suddenly broke eye contact again and mumbled, "Uh, so, gotta finish settin' up camp. And remember, don't go blabbin' to all of Bayview about this. Ya got what you wanted, right?"

Jean's heart fell like a stone. Her head felt hollow.

"Right," she said flatly, voice devoid of emotion.

The two of them didn't speak much after that. Jean was so confused. She'd felt was he was feeling, and what he was feeling matched her own desire. Why was he pretending like nothing happened when obviously, something had? Something big. Something she couldn't keep her mind off of.

As the sun dropped below the horizon and the air grew cool, Logan poked at the coals in the campfire and finished his fourth beer of the evening. They had been sitting in mostly stony silence since the kiss occurred.

"Well, I'm turnin' in. We got a ways to go tomorrow. Seeya in the mornin' Red."

"Great. Sweet dreams," Jean said sarcastically, making it a point to stare at him as he expertly avoided her gaze and retreated into his tent, zipping the flap up behind him.

Jean sat on the log, angry and disconsolate. She replayed the scenario over and over again in her head, but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out what had gone wrong. There had been the connection between the two of them, the yearning, and then with a suddenness that had hurt her he'd pulled away, cut the connection in two.

Jean watched the dying light of the horizon line for a while, until the annoyance of buzzing mosquitoes forced her, too, to retreat to her tent. Once inside, she stripped off her favorite purple shirt and khakis in favor of a plain white t-shirt and panties.

It was August, and the air was muggy even at night. Jean carefully unzipped her sleeping bag, and then opted to lay on top of it.

At first she tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, the scene would replay itself over and over again in her mind. She began to feel a slickness between her legs, the familiar itch of arousal.

She lay very quietly and could hear the sound of Logan snoring.

Safe enough, she thought. Logan's sleeping. We're in the middle of the wilderness, I don't have to worry about getting walked in on, except maybe by a family of raccoons.

Laughing at herself for that bizarre notion, Jean turned over onto her back and slipped her hand into her panties. She couldn't believe how wet she'd gotten just from the memories of their kiss, and she started rubbing back and forth lightly.

It wasn't the first time she'd fantasized about Logan-actually, the combination of Logan-and-a-vibrator was pretty much her weekend thing lately. She'd go out with Duncan, let him get to maybe second or third base, then go home and finish in her imagination with the man she really wanted. She kept it hidden underneath her bed stand drawer, because if anyone found it she'd be mortified, and she was pretty certain Kitty snuck around her room every now and then to "borrow" clothes.

Jean started moving her fingers faster against her clit and a soft moan accidentally escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and imagined Logan-his sight, his smell,-- she imagined him above her, cock hard with arousal. She imagined sucking him off, watching him come,

"Oh God," Jean said softly as she neared the edge. Just then there was a sudden startling noise as the zipper on her tent was ripped quickly open.

"AHH!" Jean yelled seconds before a rough hand pressed against her mouth. In an instant she realized it was Logan, and there was a wildness in his eyes she had never seen before that was both frightening and arousing.

Jean opened her mouth to speak-to apologize, to be angry about this intrusion on her privacy-but Wolverine didn't say a word, he just pushed her firmly back down and without a second's hesitation hooked his fingers around her panties and slid them off.

Jean drew in a breath as she felt her most intimate parts exposed, but it turned into a sudden gasp as Logan buried his face into her, sucking and lapping at her like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

Warm sparks and sensations shot up Jean's nerve endings with an intensity she almost couldn't bear.

"Oh God, oh my god, oh my god," she cried out, both hands grabbing onto Logan's thick hair as he worked his tongue hard against her pussy. She was so close to coming anyway, and his sudden assault pushed her over the edge.

"Ahhhhh!! Oh please please please oh-AHHH YES, AHHH!" she called in wordless abandon as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt before hit her like a freight train. She lost all control, pulling wildly at Logan's hair, convulsing against him as he suddenly stilled and let her come against his mouth.

He drew his face away from between her legs and used the back of one hand to wipe the slick juices off his face. Jean lay panting, incapacitated, red hair damp with sweat as she bathed in the almost painful ecstasy, her body still weak.

"God Jeannie, I can't fucking control it. What you do to me, I-" Logan stopped, his eyes glittering the darkness. "I can't help myself. I become the animal," he said, his voice a rough growl.

Jean stared at him, her mind still shattered in a million pieces, her body still tingling from the best orgasm she'd ever had.

"I want it Logan," she gasped, pupils fully dilated, "Don't you understand? It's exactly what I want."

Jean had recovered enough to see that Logan was painfully aroused. Clad in only boxer shorts, his erection had managed to tent them hugely in front, and she could see his was shirtless, sweaty skin glistening in the dim light.

"What do you want to do to me?" Jean whispered, slowly spreading her legs again, giving him an eyeful of what he'd just been lapping up minutes earlier.

"I wanna-" Logan said, and then stopped himself. The look on his face nearly broke Jean's heart. He was so conflicted, so scared.

It's not all about me, she realized. Here I was, being so selfish. He's worried about hurting me.

"Tell me," Jean urged him, wondering what his cock would feel like inside her. She wondered if it would be as good as she'd imagined. Or better.

She propped herself up on both elbows and leaned in to kiss him. She did it slowly, as not to startle him. He was like an animal right now, feral, ready to run but wanting to stay. She could taste herself on him, salty, tangy, and it drove her wild. She could barely believe what had just happened, but it was so good it left her wanting more. Again, on contact his thoughts bled through and she felt the thread, breaking down, bit by bit.

His hands reached out and wrapped her up, sliding up the skin of her back, under her t-shirt, making her moan and shudder and his words came out in his low voice, like crushed velvet.

"Wanna bury myself deep inside you Jeannie...I wanna take you and suck those beautiful tits of yours until you're so wet you're beggin' for it... then I wanna fuck you, deep and slow as I can, and I wanna come in you three or four times."

Jean shuddered with pleasure as his low voice and the images his words conjured up. Yes, please, she wanted to say.

But for now... for now, she wanted to prove something to him on her own.

"You can do all that," she said, "After I'm through with you."

Jean broke their embrace, seeing Logan's hungry eyes roam seductively over her body.

"I showed you mine, now you show me yours," Jean said naughtily, with a playful glint in her eyes. She wanted to show him this wasn't the epic mistake he thought it would be.

Logan hesitated a second before he reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out, stroking it quickly from base to tip.

Jeans eyes widened. He was huge. She'd never seen such a perfect cock before in her life. She'd seen Duncan's and it was pretty ordinary-regular sized and curved to the left. Logan's... Jesus, Logan was hung. She was right. It was better than her imagination.

Logan saw her reaction and growled in response. He must know he had nice equipment, and he was definitely satisfied with her reaction.

"Down boy," Jean said with a laugh, "You had your turn, now it's mine. Let me show you exactly what I want to do..."

Jean couldn't believe her fantasy was coming true. She leaned down and took the head of Logan's cock in her mouth. She let it slip in and out a few times before licking and stroking it fully.

Logan let out a long moan and thrust his hips up at her.

She could already taste the salty precum and knew that he'd been really worked up by eating her out. She took as much of him into her mouth and she could and them licked and sucked, up and down, using a free hand to cup his balls.

"Uhhhhh...fuck, Jesus, that's so good," Logan groaned, and started thrusting harder, cupping in the back of her head.

Jean felt his body shudder and gave a devilish grin, intensifying her efforts, and throwing some of her TK into the mix. Logan felt like two pairs of hands were working him along with Jean's hot, slick mouth.

It was almost too much to handle.

"Jeannie, I'm gonna fucking cum if you do that, I-Uhhhh--- oh, shit, I can't-uhhh,"

His cock was slick and huge and engorged with blood and Jean felt herself dripping wet and she worked him with her mouth.

She watched as control slipped through his fingers, enjoyed the feeling as he suddenly started thrusting in earnest, his cock swelling inside her mouth, his hands tightening to fists in her hair.

"Jeannie...ohfuck...uh..you...unh.. better get outta the way," Logan gasped as she suddenly felt his whole body tremble.

Jean almost laughed when he said it. She had no intention of backing off. Right when she felt Logan start to come she took a deep breath and swallowed, deep throating him as far as she could go.

"OH fuck. Jeannie baby yes, yeah, yeah," he growled, hand twisted in her hair, hips pushing against her mouth, thighs trembling.

When he'd finished she pulled back and he nearly collapsed, sagging against the side of the tent. Jean licked her lips, felt the taste of him in her mouth, and decided she liked it.

Jean almost couldn't help grinning, at the unbelievable and unexpected experience that had just happened. She was ready to proposition him for round two, but she stopped when she saw the expression on Logan's face. It was dark with despair and his hair hung in front of his eyes as he whispered, "Jean, I'm so sorry. I don't know.. I dunno if I can't undo this, but...I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jean. This is my fault.... I gotta go."

"Wait!" Jean said startled, but Logan was already gone. She heard him quickly zipping up his tent and then the utter silence of the woods around them.

"God DAMMIT!" Jean said out loud to herself and hit the ground with a fist in frustration. Why Logan so damn confusing? He wanted her, that much was certain. They'd just had a mind-blowing session of oral and sex and then ... what? What the hell was Logan's problem? Some stupid shit about honor, or the fact that he thought she was too young? What was it?

"Fine, fuck you! I don't need this!" Jean yelled into the darkness, and lay down against her pillow, ignoring her angry tears, for a long and sleepless night.