Before

Standing, he pushed her back on her bed, his arm wrapped around her waist, sliding her backwards gently while his other propped him up. His mouth met hers intensly, passion flaring in him as his blood pumped faster, heading steadily downward. Groaning against her mouth, his lips parted, hers following suit and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tracing it over hers lightly, tasting her. He breathed her in while kissing her, her scent stronger now, matching her taste perfectly.

Her legs swept up his sides, her arms circling around his neck. He lowered himself completely on her, her breasts pushing against his muscular chest. She seemed to catch this thought, and pulled away, tugging his shirt over his head. He let her, and then returned his lips to her, her ear, her neck, her shoulder, laying kisses and biting her softly. She tilted her head, allowing more skin for him, her hips rolling, grinding agianst him slowly.

Logan felt himself loosing control, and jumped at a small shhniinnk noise, and realized his claws had released. He pulled back from Jean slightly, her mouth opening to mummble incoherent protests, the days, weeks, months, of sexual frustration finally getting to her. Didn't matter how long to him, just that he was going to satisfy here. Here. Now.

He retracted the claws on his left hand, placing his hand on her hip, holding her still. His other hand raked up her, the admantium of his claws slicing easily through the cloth of her shirt. He pulled her up, sitting with him between her legs, and ripped the shredded shirt from her.

His eyes moved over her pale skin, her breasts held back by her bra, and he caught a scent of shyness on the air. Smirking in the darkness, he gently undid the clasp, leaving her chest exposed as the top fell to the floor beside her ruined shirt.

He lowered his head to her, his mouth falling to her nipple, tongue darting between his lips, teasing her. Jean let her head fall back, her arms propping her up in the sitting position still, her breaths growing ragged. After playing with her chest, he dragged his attention to her pants, smirking once more.

Two swift hand movements, and her fair skin peaked out from slits in the denim pants. Sliding one hand under her, gripping her ass firmly, he slid her pants out from under her, tossing them to the floor along with the rest of her clothing. Logan paused, sniffing twice, smelling something sweeter on the air now.

Looking down at Jean, he realized it was her, the same smell as that night with her and Scott, only now it was his scent mingling with hers, not the damn cyclops's. Logan felt his mind slip from him, as Wolverine took control and spread her legs apart, his head lowering to her.

He licked her clit slowly, savoring the taste of her and enjoying the quiet whimpers he drew from her. Using his fingers to open her lips, he slid his tongue into her, sucking gently, his teeth playing with her clit. Jean's hands flew to Logan's head, fingers twisting into his hair. She bit her lip, trying to stay quiet while he continued licking her and teasing. Finally she pushed his head away, pushing him down on the bed next to her.

Logan blinked, the shift helping him regain some sanity. This is a school..He glanced around the room quickly, voice hoarse. "Jean -" his eyes raked down her naked body, the moonlight reflecting off her, making her seem surreal. Christ, I can't believe I'm about to stop this... He shook his head, starting to push himself up, reapeating her name as if it would help him win back his senses. "Jean.."

His arms were pulled out from under him, and his head hit the pillow hard, stunned he froze a moment, trying to figure out what happened. He tried to get up, move, but found himself pinned to the bed. Realizing it was Jean's telekinesis, he felt relieved at first, but when he caught sight of the smile on her face, he wasn't sure whether this was a good thing or bad.

Right after his thought, she stood next to the bed, raising her hand and jerking it backwards, and following it were his pants. Logan found himself smiling, slightly turned on by her new found courage, and wondered if she was always like this in bed. Then he didn't think about anything at all, all parts of his mind falling away as she put her mouth to his length, her tongue running over the tip lightly, tearing a moan from him. He could feel her lips turn up in a smile against his dick, before she continued to put it in her mouth and suck slowly.

He rolled his hips, trying to increase the speed, but she pinned him down harder, holding him motionless on the bed and kept at her slow pace. Logan felt himself grow harder in her mouth, and groaned softly, but she never went harder. She kept bobbing her head at the painfully slow, gentle pace that made him want to scream.

His hands gripped the bed, but he couldn't move his arms, his feet twisted on her blanket, but his legs were stuck. The most he could do was pick up his head, but from shoulders down, he was stuck. Moaning, he tried shifting, moving, anything.

And Jean kept moving, at the slow, even pace. Sucking lightly, tongue running against the side just enough for him to feel it and then - nothing. It continued. No change in pace or strength, just lips, tongue, up and down. His moans had gotten louder, turning into babbling pleads. Finally he gathered his thoughts enough to beg her, calling her name and moaning.

"Jean, Jeannie, please..." he stopped and moaned, letting out a slight growl. Jean's lips disappeared, and Logan raised his head feebly, looking for her, more mummbles spewing from him, begging her for release. His feral side was pacing within him, annoyed and beyond horny now...frustrated to the point of raping her, as soon as she let him go. Is this how she feels ? Logan wondered, and then the thought was gone. His arm shifted, by his own will, and he sat up, swinging his legs over the bed, standing. He looked around the room, spotting her quickly, pressed against the wall.

She was frowning now, and he could smell her...dissapointment ? It was hard to tell with the animal in him ready to bend her over the side of the bed and...he shook his head quickly, trying to keep his thoughts from sex, or how she was still naked, standing right in front of him..

Jean looked down as he crossed the room toward her, slowly. He forced himself to move slower, rather then take two long strides and force her onto him. Wolverine was getting impatient, and Logan felt a growl rise in his throat. He realized he was scowling, advancing on her like a wolf would it's prey.

It's Jean, he reminded himself. It's Jeannie. Which made him want her all the more.

"Logan," she started, her voice quiet, partially from the emotion he couldn't quiet place, and partially from lust. He could smell it on her, feel the air pulse around her. She wanted him. He smirked, knowing this. Something in him wanted to stop, try and figure out what was bothering her, but a larger portion just didn't care. Logan blinked once, and was gone.

Replaced by his beast, who was done waiting. Jean looked up suddenly, as if realizing what had happened to him, and put her hands up, either protecting herself or keeping him away, or both but it still did no good. Wolverine grabbed her hips roughly, sliding her up the smooth wall, and then back down onto him. He slammed into her hard, and she gasped, her head flying back into the wall with a sick thud. Breathing quickly, she gasped and clutched his shoulders tightly. "L-Logan," she moaned, her eyes glazing over.

"Try again darlin'," Wolverine smirked while lightly pushing his groin in small circles, letting her get used to him inside her. Her eyes slid half-shut, hands finally loosening their grip on his shoudlers. Leaning against her, pressing her into the wall he thrust into her once, gently. She gasped quietly, legs tightening around his waist, her hips moving rolling slowly, and he almost lost control completely.

"You ain't the only one that can tease." His voice was gruff, more of a growl then a whisper against her ear. He held her hips firmly in place, using the wall behind her as support, and continued to thrust, slowly, very gently. He felt her get tighter around him, but he fought the urge to go harder, though every moan and whimper drove him farther toward the edge.

Closing his eyes, he clenched his jaw, focusing on the steady pace, stubborn that she would feel some of what he'd had to go through. After a few more agonizingly slow pushes into her, Jean began begging him, her moaning getting louder everytime he ignored her. Instead, he smiled at her, and thrust into her even slower, enjoying the look of torment on her face, her hands pressed against the wall, body trembling. It's about damn time.

Jean opened her eyes, still clouded with lust and reached for him, taking his face in her hands. He started to pull back, but couldn't resist her lips. Closing his eyes, he let her tongue enter his mouth, and pressed back, his own moving out to massage hers more freely. Without warning, she bit his lip, just enough to prickle, and he tasted the metallic flavour of blood. Startled, he pulled back just as her nails raked down his back. Snarling, he gripped her hips tighter and took two long strides to her bed, his length still in her.

Pulling her off now, he spun her around, her arms moving out to catch herself, landing on her bed, her feet hitting the ground, and his hands were back on her hips. Jean turned her head quickly, her mouth opening to protest, but he ground his hard-on against her ass, reaching down for her, his fingers sliding in easily. Instead of words, she cried out and Wolverine growled, almost in hunger, pulling his fingers out and licking one off.

Putting his hand on her back, he pushed her forward, her chest resting on the bed, and slammed into her hard. Jean screamed, fingers clawing the blanket, her body shivering as waves of pleasure swept through her. Snarling again, Wolverine thrust into her, pounding her mercilessly. She continued screaming, moaning his name loud enough for the school to know, and Wolverine smirked, letting out a groan himself, gasping her name while he fucked her.

He curled his arm under her, his other moving onto the bed, laying ontop of hers. His arm gripping her side tightly, while he was still pumping her hard and fast, he growled in her ear, feeling her tighten.

"Jeannie," her name felt so good rolling off his tongue, so right. He bit her shoulder, sucking on her pale skin, marking his territory. Jean whimpered, her fingers entwining with his. Her reply came strained, he almost didn't hear her the first time, thinking he was just making words out of her moans, but she repeated herself, panting between words.

"Don't ever stop," she moaned, her fingers tightening almost painfully. He thrust into her harder, snarling once. "Don't ever stop loving me." Logan reared his head back, screaming Jean's name out hoarsely, and felt her peak while she screamed. He let himself go, hot come flowing from his length into her, his thrusts slowing, getting the last of his seed out. Panting, he pulled out gently, helping her flip over, his arm on her lower back, supporting her. He slid her backwards on the bed, and fell next to her, a sheer sweat covering both their bodies.

The doors were still open, and the air blowing softly on then was a blessing. Logan swallowed once, listening for voices. The party seemed to have ended. Maybe when we started, Logan thought wryly. Beside him, Jean lay still, still catching her breath.

"Was, that...good enough ?" Her voice was soft, and he could just catch the scent of worry on the air. He was amazed he could smell anything over the sweat lust and sex. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, feeling her gaze on him. After a moment, her worry deepening, he managed to speak roughly, his voice still hoarse.

"Gimme a min', Red, and we're goin' again."