Evolution

AUTHOR'S NOTE: [Feel free to skip this!]

"I might like you better if we slept together..."

Haha, okay, I have to tell the funny story of how this fic came to be. I was driving to class listening to "Might Like You Better," a song by Amanda Blank, in my car - it's a totally cheesy, dirty song, I love it- but anyway I realized that everything about that song -- the beat, the bass line -- it reminded me of that X-Men Evolution episode where the girls formed "The Sirens," and there was this long montage of them all dancing around in a record store. The song even mentions red hair! Suddenly, everything just fell into place, and I was like, WOAH, a higher power is telling me I need to write a really hot Logan/Jean Evo piece STAT. And thus, a fic was born.

I was always disappointed that no one did more Logan/Jean fics for Evo-verse. I mean, come on - hot teacher-student relationship? An assertive sporty Jean and a brooding Logan? Wow, yum. Anyways, I have a great naughty plot development coming up (in the next chapter, although there's some fun and games in this one too!) so stay tuned!


DISCLAIMER: I do not own the X-Men, Marvel, or any Marvel characters... this is a work of fan appreciation and I make no money off this story.


CHAPTER 2: I'm Game If You're Game!


The next morning Jean crawled out of her tent and cast a dirty look at Wolverine, who was already sitting on the campfire log having a beer for breakfast.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked mockingly.

"Fine." Logan said shortly, not taking the bait. He had his cowboy hat on and it was pulled down, covering his eyes. His voice sounded gritty. "I called Charlie, told 'em we had to abort the mission. X-Jet'll be here in another couple hours."

Jean stared at him in disbelief.

"You called Xavier?"

"Yep."

Jean put her hands to her head frustration and anger. "So, I guess we're just pretending last night never happened, then? It's all over? Is that it?"

"Best thing to do Red," Logan said, finishing his beer.

"I can't believe you called Xavier!" Jean said in annoyance, rolling her sleeping bag up sloppily and cramming it in her duffel bag. "What, you think I can't handle this?"

"No, it ain't that," he said, giving her a sharp look from under the brim of the hat, "I just don't think it's such a good idea for us to be out in the wilderness alone together. Too easy for a situation to get out of control."

"What's wrong with you Logan! You liked it!" Jean accused, pointing her finger at the feral mutant, who had clearly woken up on the wrong side of the tent this morning. "You liked it a lot, as I recall."

"Yeah, well, so did you!" He growled back, standing up and turning his back to her. "Doesn't mean we have to act on it."

"What the hell is your problem Wolverine?" Jean yelled, her hot temper surfacing. "You were sure in a good mood last night when you - you -- invaded my privacy while I was - was having a moment to myself!"

"That was a mistake, Jean!" He roared, turning around, and Jean shrank back a little when she saw how angry he really looked. "And I can't really tell ya how sorry I am for it, but we're not talking about this anymore. Got it?"

Jean could barely even contain her frustration. She thought she'd gotten her hands on him, and now for no reason she could fathom he was resisting her again. She realized Logan had somehow gotten it into his mind that what they had done was horribly wrong and dishonorable somehow.

She huffed for a second, crossed her arms.

"Well I just want you to know one thing Logan. I don't care what you're pretending, it did happen. And we both liked it. So if you're going to turn me down, then go ahead, do it, but you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Logan didn't say anything, just glowered under his cowboy hat.

"Just think about it," Jean said. "I'll give you until next Wednesday, and if you haven't decided by then...well..."

"Well what?" Logan asked in a decidedly sulking voice, crossing his arms across his chest as well.

"Well maybe I'll just go sleep with Scott and be, what did you call it...? Oh right, 'homecoming king and queen,'" Jean said with acid in her voice.

In response Logan growled and kicked the empty beer bottle. It skittered and rolled away.

Hmm, Jean thought, so he was still interested, at least to some degree. She wished she could figure out whatever complicated and ridiculous psychology was keeping him from just giving in and ravaging her the way she wanted him to.

In a few seconds they heard the sound of the x-jet above them, and in the next ten minutes they were on their way home.

* * *

It was next Tuesday, and Jean still hadn't heard anything from Logan. He greeted her cordially between classes, but other than that he avoided her. She'd hear the roar of his motorcycle at night and knew he was escaping the mansion, escaping her.

Jean sighed. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe she should just give in to Scott's puppy dog pining and go on a date or two with him. She had already dumped Duncan for being such a boring old shoe, so why not pick up Scott. At least he'd be thrilled about it.

But the problem was, she didn't want to. She wasn't attracted to Scott, she was attracted to Logan. There was something so sexy about him, something wild and dangerous that just made her want to shed her perfect good-girl image show him who she really was.

She remembered that night almost a week ago in the tent and blushed a little. She wanted more of that! And she suspected he did too.

She sighed to herself and decided not to worry about it. Luckily, there was plenty to distract her. A Bayville Alumni soccer game was going to be held this week and she was running extra laps on top of her Danger Room training to stay in shape.

She'd come in to the living room of the mansion after running five laps, sweating, only to be greeted by Kitty who handed her a towel.

"Thanks!" Jean said, quickly toweling off a thin sheen of sweat and then draping the towel around her neck.

"No problem," Kitty said. "How's it going?"

"My soccer workout? It's good," Jean replied. "I think I finally feel ready to take on Oceanside."

"I'm so, like, gonna make you a sign to hold up at the game!" Kitty gushed. "Just so you know Jean, I think it's it's amazing that you're so dedicated. I mean it's not like I'm bad at sports or anything, but I'd rather go dancing."

Kitty prattled on as Jean took a water bottle out of the fridge and sat down at the table to catch her breath.

Just then Logan walked in. "Hey girls," he said, opening the fridge and grabbing a block of cheese and some sliced lunch meat.

"Hey Professor Logan," Kitty said. "Are you coming to the game tomorrow?"

"What game?" Logan asked, getting out two slices of bread and beginning to build a sandwich.

"Jean's playing in the Bayville Alumni game! It's going to be really awesome. It starts at 5-o-clock tomorrow, Kurt and I are going!"

"And don't forget Lance, I hear he's gonna be there too!" Bobby piped up from behind a corner.

Kitty blushed a bright crimson. "Oh my gosh Bobby. Why did you have to say it like that, it's not like I'm even going to talk to him!"

"Sure you're not Kitty. Sure you're not," Bobby said with a mischevious grin. "Hey Wolverine, can you spare any of that ham?"

"Nope. Sorry. Guess you'll have to stick to peanut butter and jelly, kid," Logan said with a small smile as he used up the last of the lunch meat.

"Darn it," Bobby said, opening the cabinet to search for the peanut butter. "We never have any good food around here."

"Professor Logan," Kitty called, "You still haven't answered my question, are you going to come? If we have a chaperone, then we can go out to eat someplace afterwards, you know, like go for pizza."

Logan rolled his eyes. "I don't know Kitty, I uh- I think I have a, um- that is, Chuck told me to..."

Logan stopped. He obviously hadn't prepared a good excuse and he knew it.

"Oh PLEASE come!" Kitty said. "I mean, you want to support our town and especially Jean, right? Don't you want to support one of your own students?"

There was a moment of silence.

Jean stared Logan straight in the eye, and Logan looked back with a guilty expression, and there was an obvious moment of tension in the room.

"Woah!" Kitty said. "Did I like, say something wrong?"

"No, no not at all," Jean said quickly, dropping her gaze back to the table.

"Okay, well, um, I should go finish my history homework. See you at the game, right Professor Logan?" Kitty asked.

"I'll see what I can do," Logan said noncommittally, popping a claw and cutting his ham sandwich in two.

"Aw, cool," Bobby said. "Can you do that to mine?"

"Silverware drawer's on the right." Logan answered, taking a large bite out of his sandwich and walking out of the room.

"Thank a lot," Bobby grumbled, "When is that guy EVER in a good mood?"

Jean bit her lip and finished her water.

* * *

"GO BAYVILLE GO, GO BAYVILLE GO!"

The cheers of the crowd filled Jean's ears as she ran full speed down the soccer field towards the goal. She'd just managed to steal the ball away from an Oceanside player, and now she was running it home.

She panted as strained all her muscles to keep up her pace, moving the ball from foot to foot and avoiding the other team's offense. When she had the goal in sight, she sped up, ready to drive it in with a hard kick.

But the second before she delivered the final blow, another girl slid in and tripped her. Jean went down hard, landing in the grass.

"OW!" Jean cried, feeling a sharp pain in her ankle. Her teammates, all former Bayville graduates, ran up to her.

"Boooooo!!!" the crowd jeered at the obvious foul play. Jean knew the girl was going to get a yellow card, but it didn't erase the bitterness of missing that goal.

Two other girls helped her to her feet, and Jean limped a few steps, avoiding her left ankle. She gingerly tried to put some weight on it and then winced.

"Are you all right?" One of her teammates asked with concern.

"I think it's sprained," Jean said with more exasperation than pain. She'd wanted to finish the game.

"Take it to the showers, Jean." The coach called as she saw her hobbling in from the field. "We'll get that ankle wrapped as soon as they're done attendin' to Miranda's bloody nose."

Jean looked up at the crowd, who was now chanting her name. She saw Kurt and Kitty in the stands, with an adorable homemade, "Jean Gray #1" sign between the two of them, but no Logan.

Guess that's that, she thought glumly as she limped to the locker room. He'd made his answer clear.

As she walked into the girl's locker room, she tried putting weight on her ankle again and was pleased to notice that the pain had lessoned considerably. Maybe it was just a strain and she could get in again for the last half.

Jean was headed for her locker when a deep male voice startled her.

"Hey Jeannie."

She gave a little gasp and turned, only to see Wolverine melting out of the shadows.

"You came?" she said in surprise. She was so caught off guard she didn't even think to ask what he was doing hiding in the girls' locker room.

He was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the lockers, wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. His eyes were dark obsidian, unreadable, and she couldn't tell what he was thinking. Not without using her powers, anyway.

"Yeah," he said. "I came."

Then without another word, took a step towards her and pinned her against the lockers, pushing her back against the metal and kissing her deeply.

Immediately, Jean felt herself getting wet between the legs as she melted into the kiss, hardly believing it was happening.

Wolverine broke away for a second but kept her wrists pinned against the lockers.

"Logan-" she said, raising one eyebrow at him, but it was clear he was in no mood for talking.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, his face completely serious.

Jean felt herself literally get weak in the knees when he said it. For some reason, everything he did, his voice, his presence, his directness- it just turned her insides into jelly.

"Right now?" She asked incredulously, already feeling her slick arousal increasing at his bold words.

"Right now," he said.

They stared at each other for a second, but Jean had already made up her mind.

She pushed her soccer shorts quickly off as he shoved his jeans down his hips. He used his teeth to rip the top off the package of a condom and unrolled it expertly down the hard length of his erection.

Just seeing that act made Jean feel faint with pleasure. She'd never been so turned on before, and his aggression, the naughtiness of the whole situation-knowing they could get caught at any second in the locker room -- made her feel like she was going to orgasm right then and there.

Wolverine wasted no time on foreplay. Lifting her up against the locker and holding her weight, he plunged the length of his cock inside her in one swift motion. Jean gasped out loud, hearing her own voice echo in the empty locker room. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and immediately matched his frenzied pace, thrusting her hips at him as he moved frantically inside her.

One arm against the lockers and the other holding her against him, Logan pounded into her hard, as Jean kept up with him, bouncing against him, their sweat mingling, the silence of the locker room broken only by the slick sounds of flesh on flesh and an occasional moan or grunt.

Jean came first, after about two minutes, clawing the hell out of his back and shoulders as she tried not to scream, throwing her head back and accidentally banging it against a locker as waves of pleasure rocked her body to the core and Logan's cock moved in and out at a lightning pace.

"I'm comin' Jeannie," Logan gasped in a ragged voice, and then she saw his eyes slip closed and his face contort as he came, riding it out until she felt him start to go limp inside her.

He immediately pulled out and peeled the condom off, holding it aside with two fingers and zipping his fly with the other hand as a dazed Jean gasped to catch her breath and then grabbed one side of her soccer shorts to pull them back up.

"So, I guess this is your answer?" she asked Logan, grinning, feeling dizzy and excited all at once.

"Yeah darlin'," he said, "We keep this a secret, all right?"

"All right Logan," Jean said, face still flushed with arousal. He looked at her a moment before he leaned in and kissed her deeply, smoothing his hand through her hair.

"Look," he said, "I gotta get out here before Kitty gets suspicious. She thinks I was goin' to get sodas."

"Well then," Jean said with a teasing tone in her voice. "Better go do your job, Wolverine."

Logan tossed the used condom into a nearby garbage can and then leaned in to kiss her one more time.

"God, you're so sexy Jeannie," he said in that low voice, and Jean shivered. "What I wanna do to you... you don't even know. But if Charlie or any a' the other students find out..."

"It'll be our little secret Logan, I promise," she said, running her hands through his wild black hair, still bathed in the satisfaction of her orgasm.

With a smile and a wink, Wolverine strolled out of the girl's locker room and as soon as he was gone Jean sank down to the floor, a huge smile splitting her face.

She'd felt like some itch that had been bothering her for months had just gotten scratched. But instead of feeling sated, she felt excited by his words, her imagination running wild.

This was going to get interesting, she could already tell.

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