Doctors Orders

A/N - Ok, so I know I said this was a one shot originally but then I went on holiday and the idea just jumped out at me so I thought I'd bore you all again :) So very MANY thanks and cuddles and cookies to the people who were so very kind enough to review last time...but enough of me rambling, on to the smut.



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Hank glanced over the top of his glasses at his lab assistant. She was making noises that he had only heard her make a handful of times in the entire time he had known her,



"Jean?" He called out softly. In the silence that followed he carefully placed the test tube on its safety rack and moved a little closer, "Jean? Are you alright?" In a sudden little move she shook her head and started to fall forward into the acids she was working on. With reflexes born from many hours in the danger room Hank carefully caught her, pulling her sobbing form back against his own. He heard himself making nonsensical noises, the soothing murmur of doctors everywhere, even as his mind raced, trying to guess the source of her pain,



"It's Scott" She whispered, her tears quieting enough for her to be able to breathe properly again. With his arms wrapped gently around her midriff he could feel the firm muscles of her stomach quiver as she tried to get herself back under control. With Jean it was *always* about self control,



"Did his last medical scan come back with-"



"No, no that came back fine" She waved a hand before clinging to him, "it's...he's...it's been three months since we've been married" She murmured,



"I know" He tried, he really, *really* tried to keep the distaste and slightly protective burr out of his voice but it still crept in. Three months and Scott and Jean had settled into the role of the perfect happy couple...apparently...



"He hasn't touched me once" She said in a tiny, hiccupping voice, "not even on our honeymoon" Hank tensed ever so slightly as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, "I've missed you, Hank" She said softly.



There had been a time (it felt like years ago) when Hank and Jean had an understanding. An agreement that was mutually beneficial for the both of them but since Jean had been married things had - without either of them having to say a word to the other - changed...



"Jean" Hank started to draw away,



"Please" She said desperately, grabbing his hands and placing them back on her body, "please, you *know* he's fucking someone else, *you* walked in on them. Hank *please*" She whispered, pushing back against him. Hank closed his eyes, trying to regain both morals and wits, not realising what a mistake that was until it was too late. Her scent assaulted him with its sheer divinity. All of her was in that scent - fresh grass and mint from strolling through the herb gardens, the lily of the valley soap she used and underneath it all the rich, seductive scent of a female in heat.



Hank didn't realise he was growling until the sound was interrupted a little as his nose bumped into the back of her head. Nose buried deep in her hair he took a deep breath. Jean whimpered softly, feeling one of his hands slide up a little, just beneath her left breast, feeling for her heartbeat - the pulse that beat against the inside of her ribcage as if searching for freedom. His other hand travelled down to her hip, pulling her slowly back against him even as she ground back against his groin. Hank bit back a groan, his left hand sliding up further, carefully undoing the buttons of her lab coat to reach inside, squeezing her breast tenderly through the crisp whiteness of her shirt. The moan and the flick of her hips that his mild ministrations produced was enough to wrench a sympathetic sound from him,



"Henry please, don't tease me" She whispered, biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut,



"Ssh" He breathed softly on the back of her neck before his lips descended to her warm flesh. She let out a soft sigh, obligingly tilting her head forward - unconsciously offering herself to him - her breath deepening even as he slowly popped open the buttons of her shirt one by one. Jean reached back, both hands clasping at his hips for a moment as the tepid, chemical scented air of the lab gently caressed her suddenly over heated skin before Hanks large, warm hands tenderly closed over them, easily bringing her nipples to stiff peaks. Hank frowned a little, pausing briefly as he realised his zipper was making its own way south,



"You little cheat" He whispered, laughing gently and biting the soft lobe of her ear as 'punishment', eliciting a deep moan in reply,



"You're taking all day about it" She whispered back, turning her head a little so he could plainly see the wicked little smile on her face,



"Is that so?" He murmured and, in a swift move, reached down to yank her skirt up to her waist roughly, pausing afterwards, certain he'd hear some sort of protest and was surprised as hell when she said-



"Hank!" In tones of such heat and want and lust,



"So this is what you want?" He whispered out of genuine curiosity even as she yanked his pants down telepathically and his hand slid down the front of her white lace panties,



"Yes, oh God yes, *harder*" She half hissed, half moaned, her tight little ass pressing back against him once more, only their underwear keeping them separate. Hanks fingers swiftly found her clit - his claws carefully held out of the way though employed once or twice in gently scratching her oh so sensitive labia. He rested his chin on her shoulder, looking down the length of her body to watch his own hand stretch the already taunt fabric of her panties as his fingers worked within her, almost roughly but not quite.



Out of all the lovers he'd had (not hundreds but definitely more than enough) Jean was the only one who wanted sex like *this*. Riding that dangerous edge between pleasure and pain, between rough and too rough. He always found it strange that she should come to him for such ministrations, he would have suspected her of asking Logan or perhaps Angel for help but -



"Hank!" She yelped and a pulse of telekinesis - only half controlled by her pleasure addled mind - shot through the lab. She accidentally shoved back the lab equipment, ripped the buttons off his shirt and tipped over a set of beakers,



"Jean I-"



"Shush" She retorted easily, leaning back at an awkward angle. Why she didn't just turn around Hank was unsure but he gave up contemplation when she sucked demandingly at his mouth. Hank gave her what she wanted. With his pants and boxers around his ankles and the material of her panties no longer restricting the movements of his agile fingers he kissed her back passionately, his free hand still kneading at her left breast, rolling the tight bud of her nipple between forefinger and thumb, "oh Henry" She breathed, forced to break away for air, a harsh groan escaping her as he rhythmically pinched her clit,



"Turn round" He all but growled, voice harsher, deeper thanks to the lust coursing through him. His cock - hard and throbbing almost painfully with his pulse - twitched anxiously as she grabbed hold of his wrist when he tried to draw away, tried to give her the space she would need to turn round,



"No" She sounded broken, her voice almost a stutter as he reached up, releasing her breast, to take the tie from her hair, letting it tumble down her now bare shoulders in a crimson river, his gaze drawing lower down the small of her back to where he naked, perfect ass ground rhythmically, gently back against him, "like this" she leant forward, her hand still on his wrist, spreading her legs for him, high heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor, "just like this" She gasped softly as her breasts, feeling hot and heavy thanks to his ministrations, pressed against the ice cold metal work bench and waited. Hanks hand - soft, velvetine and powerful - smoothed over the warmth of her backside, down over those delicious curves and lower still to her inner thigh, gently coaxing her legs further apart - a groan escaping the both of them as his cock slipped against her wet heat, teasing the both of them,



"Jean-" The question he was going to ask - making sure that she was...sure about this - was cut off as she *bit* him. He wasn't even aware of his free hand being pulled towards her mouth but her teeth were sharp enough to catch his attention,



"Ask me if I'm sure and I will *scream*" She said roughly. Hank laughed breathlessly as his hand was released, placing it on her hip to steady her as he slowly slid his cock inside her welcoming wet heat,



"You never know, I might like it" He growled, holding still, letting her become accustomed to the feeling of him filling her up. He smoothed a hand down her back, watching her shoulders tremble, stroking slow circles over the small of her back, stopping himself from pounding into her by the skin of his teeth,



"Henry..." She breathed, shifting slightly, letting him know it was ok to move, "Henry, *now*" She begged, her voice a little firmer and her nails scratching against the metal surface. He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, *feeling* it when she moaned wantonly, fingers scratching again as she searched for something to hold onto before yelling as he plunged back into her *hard*. Jean wailed, lost in pleasure, as he fucked her roughly, his large hands keeping her hips steady even as her knees buckled under the weight of the white hot, steel hard pleasure pulsing through her in unforgiving waves, "yes!" She tried to get some leverage to pull back but she was helpless in his grip, unable to do anything but *feel* as his cock plunged in and out of her, so deep, so deep, one hand sliding from her hip back to her clit, starting the desperate coil of climax as he massaged it roughly, just the way she wanted. She could feel him growl where they were joined, arching her spine to feel more she reached downwards, desperately pinching and pulling at her own nipples as orgasm rushed towards her, trying to stave it off with pain only to have it sharpen the edge of pleasure and tip her screaming over the edge into perfect bliss. Hank growled, feeling the inner walls of her cunt ripple and suck around him, her hot wetness flowing over his cock as she came, pulling his own orgasm out of him, surprising him as he drove into her three hard times, shaking as he came and the pleasure crashed and roared through him...



"Hank?" A soft voice called him back to the real world and he opened his eyes, looking down at Jeans back...she had regained her breathing either remarkably quickly or he had blacked out, one or the other,



"Jean" He murmured in reply, carefully pulling out of her but catching her half hidden wince anyway, "I'm so terribly sorry" He said regretfully as she turned round, "I didn't mean to be quite so rough, I-"



"Ssh" She smiled at him...lovingly?...and placed a finger on his lips in order to silence him, "I liked it" She said softly before leaning past him, teasingly pressing herself against his well honed but soft furred body, pausing as he caught her hand. She looked up into serious blue eyes and a worried expression,



"Jean, you know I care for you deeply and thoroughly enjoyed what happened here" They both shared a smile, "but...I think you should talk with Scott" He said, carefully watching her face for expression. She dropped into a frown, leaning back to sit on the edge of the table they had just had sex on, folding her arms over her naked breasts and opening her mouth to speak,



"How about talking to me right now?" They both froze as a new - but terrifyingly familiar - voice broke in. Slowly they both turned to look where Scott stood in the lab door, red-faced with emotion and hands bunched into fists, "so? Isn't anyone going to say anything?"