The Deal

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I included this chapter basically because it was just fun to write. It's kinda nice to have periods when everything going well and the Redship is sailing along like a luxury liner...and you know the X-Men, it's not going to last for long. Don't think the evil forces vying for the x-fetuses have been gone or forgotten...and that's enough foreshadowing for now!

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Chapter 12: School of Hard Knocks

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I opened my eyes in complete bliss.

I couldn't remember feeling this good in a long time.

There was a solid, warm arm curled around me, and a lock of dark black hair trailing across my face.

"Mmm," I said, and moved closer to Logan.

He stirred in his sleep. His hand came up and lazily caressed my breast, giving it a little squeeze that made me exclaim a soft, "oh!" and then trailed down my hip and finally rested on the small but now pronounced bump of my stomach.

"Morning guys," Logan murmured sleepily.

I smiled. "Guys? How do you know they're not girls?" I asked him.

"Dunno," Logan said, pulling me in but keeping his eyes closed. "If I'd called them girls you woulda thought I was talkin' about your boobs and gotten all mad."

There was a two second pause and then I burst out in laughter.

"Wake up you big oaf," I said, swatting at him. "You don't even know what you're talking about, you're still half-asleep."

"Mmmm...helluva good dream though," he said. Still keeping his eyes closed, Logan rolled me on top of him and I could feel against my thigh that he wasn't bluffing.

"Jesus Logan, again?" I said. "We did it four times last night. Do you remember that? Four. I'm surprised you didn't have to go see Hank for dehydration."

"Ohhh, why'd ya have to mention HIM Jeannie?" Logan said with a painful expression on his face. He finally opened his eyes and suddenly he was looking into mine.

I smiled.

He pulled my face down and kissed me, running his hands through my hair and down my back.

"Stop it Logan," I whispered. "You're getting me wet and I have a class to teach in twenty minutes."

"Call in sick, Jeannie," he urged, pushing his hardness against me, slipping two fingers down between my legs and making me seriously lose my resolve for administering higher education to anyone but the man underneath me.

For a second I gave in to him, the two of us kissing, bodies intertwined as he pushed for it, but then with reluctance I backed off of him.

"Sorry, it'll have to wait 'til after 2:30, Mr. Logan," I said, climbing out of bed. "And don't growl at me like that! Don't think every time you growl I'm just going to crawl under the covers and screw your brains out."

"I like it when ya talk dirty, Jeannie, tell me more," Logan said. He was stretched out on the bed, head turned to the side to face me, eyes twinkling.

I rolled my eyes in exaggerated exasperation. "You're incorrigible," I said to him.

"Oh, hey Jeannie," Logan said, suddenly rolling out of bed, standing up, and giving a sort of annoyed look at the tent in his boxers. "That reminds me... I kinda wanted ta give a guest lecture to your class today. That all right with you?"

I stopped in the middle of hooking my bra and gave him a wary look.

"This isn't some elaborate way of trying to get me back in bed, is it?" I asked.

"No, I'm serious," Logan said, pulling on his leather uniform, and I could tell from his tone of voice that he was. "I'll just take a few minutes, promise darlin'. It'll be worth it."

I gave him a long look. When it came to Logan as my partner, I could trust him with my life. When it came to Logan the professor, I trusted him about as far as I could throw him. He'd been known to pile the kids in the Danger Room and stalk them with the lights out, after all. He employed what were known as more "unconventional" teaching methods.

"Fine," I responded against my better judgement. "But you get ten minutes, tops. And if you do anything to those students I WILL throw you off the Eiffel tower."

"Noted, Miss Gray," Logan said, throwing a devilish look in my direction.

"Logan...Don't think I don't know what that look means by now..." I said, right as he pushed me up against the dresser and almost without warning pushed himself inside me in one quick stroke.

"Oh!" I said in a little whimper of surprise at the sudden intrusion, as I caught myself with my hands against the dresser and he leaned his head down, biting then sucking on my shoulder as he pushing me against the wood.

I arched back against him, anger melting into sensation.

Uniform half-off half-on, he fucked me completely senseless for five of the most intense minutes of my life that left me moaning his name and God and Jesus all in the same sentence.

I had both hands flat against the varnished pine while Logan trapped his hands over mine, holding me in place, giving quick, shallow thrusts that quickly drove me over the edge.

"I'm coming," I said suddenly, and he growled "Yeah, baby?" in my ear and cupped both hands over my breasts as I came around him, fast and intense as it had started. A second later I felt him slip out of control, going fast and deep two, three times before leaning his head against my back and moaning my name in a drawn-out breath as he came inside me.

I took a second to let my legs stop shaking and my head stop spinning and then turned around and stuck a finger in his face.

"Damn it. Logan! What did I tell you!" I said irritably, rushing to the bathroom so I wouldn't ruin my skirt. "God, now I'm gonna be late. You never listen to me!"

"Sorry Jeannie!" he called with a wide grin that showed his sharp canines, obviously not sorry at all. "Ya just looked so sexy when you put on your 'Professor Gray' outfit, I couldn't help myself."

I was still tugging at my skirt in a peeved manner as I entered the classroom with Logan in tow with a smirk on his face.

The second we both walked in the class quieted down in an almost eerie way.

Of course they did; this was probably better than the final "Rock of Love Bus" episode to them. Both of us, the talk of the school, here at the same time. Wolverine, the badass who had stolen Cyclops' wife-me-- the woman formerly known as Jean Grey and now apparently seductress, temptress, and whore of the earth. At least that's how it had been presented in the media and pretty much everywhere else lately. I was almost getting used to it by now.

I cleared my throat. "Hello class. It's Monday, welcome back!" I said. "I know I said we had a lecture on Psychic Theory and the Practice of Telekinesis today, but I'm going to take ten minutes out of our schedule to let Professor Logan have a word with you."

Having said that, I sat down at my desk. Logan strolled over, pushing my teaching binder and notebooks aside, and sat on top of it.

"Hey," he said, by way of greeting the class. "I'm guessin' most of you know me, either from advanced combat, or possibly yer nightmares," he grinned and some of the students grinned back.

"Either way, I got a little somethin' I need to say."

The class listened with anticipation in total silence. I was a little bit annoyed. They never got that quiet for me.

"I been hearin' a few things around here lately, a few rumor's comin' out, and I wanted to address it once and for all. Got it?"

Students nodded their heads, transfixed. They got it. I began to blush. Oh my god, what was Logan possibly going to say. Whatever it was it couldn't be good.

"First off: I'm with Jeannie, as in she's my girl. That's Professor Gray to you guys. We're together, she's pregnant, and I'm the father. You do the math. Questions?"

I immediately blushed bright red and tried to hide it. No one raised a hand, nevertheless moved.

"Good," Logan said. "Second thing-if I hear any one of ya talkin' about Miss Gray-be it good bad or ugly, then you're gonna be talking to these next."

There was a SNIKT as he popped his claws and the whole class jumped. All eyes were instantly trained on the three adamantium blades waving in front of them.

"Got any questions about that?"

I could hear a cricket chirping quietly in the corner.

"Jean Gray is one a' the most powerful psychics and telekinetics at the school, hell, prob'ly in the world. She could kick your ass five ways from Sunday if she wanted to. But she won't. Guess what," he growled. "I will. I'll hunt ya down, I'll track ya, and I'll tell ya exactly what I think about gossipin' about folks you don't know. Even so much as a word, an' yer getting' these,"

He popped out the other set of claws for emphasis and the class jumped again.

"An' you can tell your friends, it applies to them too. This is Xavier's School for the Gifted, not some goddamn junior high. Got that?"

He looked over the room, at the many young and terrified faces.

"What the hell is this, a class for deaf kids? Didja understand me or not? Hows about a 'yes mister Logan.'"

"YES MISTER LOGAN," said the collective voice of the class, a few notes higher than usual.

Logan smirked at them. "Good. Miss Gray, you may continue your lecture."

He stalked out of the room.

I stood up from my desk, trying not to crack a smile.

"Well then," I said. "We should all thank Logan for that...enlightening lecture. Please open your textbooks to page 243. We will be reading an excerpt of 'The Will to Believe' by William James. Who would like to begin?"