Evolution

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this chapter took so long! School got in the way. Anyways, enjoy ;)


"May I have your attention please?" Charles Xavier asked, putting down his cup of tea.

The X-Men, who had been talking amongst each other, stopped and looked at the professor. They were all gathered in the conference room, around a large circular table.

Charles began.

"We have received information that the Brotherhood has planned to sabotage Bayville's Historical Museum this Saturday," Xavier said, looking around his gathered students: Kurt, Kitty, Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Spyke, and Ororo. "There is an exhibit on Ancient Egypt opening there that weekend, and though we know they are interested in obtaining an object from it, we are not yet sure what."

The X-Men looked at each other uneasily. Usually any mission involving ancient artifacts meant bad news.

"I'm sending you on a mission to scope out and gather intelligence about their plans-and to confront them, if need be. I'll be accompanying you on the x-jet because I fear my skills may be needed if Magneto plans to show up."

There was a moment of silence as they contemplated this.

"Very well," Ororo spoke up. "You all heard Charles. I plan on running several danger room simulations to prepare us for this mission. I will meet you there in one hour."

Everyone rose from their chairs and the meeting was adjourned.

* * *

Saturday rolled around quickly, as everyone was geared up for the mission.

The ride in the jet was easygoing. There was the excitement in the air that they all felt, the extra energy crackling around them. It was a little like getting charged up for game day, Jean thought, then blushed, remembering the locker room. She and Logan had avoided each other since then, pretended like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

Jean was so frustrated she practically wanted to scream. But she knew the deal as well as he did-secrecy was a must. They'd have to be patient.

Wolverine was sitting up at the front of the jet with Xavier, wearing his usual scowl. As far as Jean could tell, he wasn't feeling the strain as much as she was, but then again, it was very hard to read what he was feeling, no matter what.

"You worried, Charlie?" Wolverine asked.

"About the well being of the students? Always," Xavier said. "But I feel they've been well prepared for this."

They landed and the Professor summoned them around to call out teams.

"Kitty and Kurt! I'd like you to go check out the exhibits-I want you to blend in, don't attract too much attention. Scott-you're with Spyke and Ororo-I want you two in an aerial position, so find a roof with easy access. Logan and Jean, you'll be the backup. I want you to go find a secure hiding place in clear view of the situation."

Logan and Jean shot each other a look as the teams formed, standing together and ready to disembark from the jet.

"There's a warehouse next to the museum, we should head there," Logan said, voice serious.

"All right," Jean agreed.

The five of them wished each other good luck as Xavier retreated back to the X-Jet.

"What are you waiting for!" Scott called. "Let's go, team!"

While the others ran towards the Bayville Historical Museum, Jean and Logan glanced quickly at each other and ran towards the concrete warehouse.

Logan sliced the lock off the door. Inside, they found it was almost completely empty. There was an abandoned forklift, and other than that the space was simply filled with wooden crates.

"Over here," Logan called. Jean followed him.

Logan climbed up a pile of crates and jumped down, landing on the other side. They were in a clearing of sorts, with crates stacked high on all sides. They stood looking at each other for a second before they embraced, kissing.

"Fuck Jeannie I've missed you," Wolverine breathed. Jean inahled in his smell, felt his muscles underneath her fingertips. She'd missed him too, more than she cared to admit.

"Hurry Logan, we only have a few minutes if they call us for backup!" Jean said, grinning against his mouth. Jean unzipped the back of her costume as Logan reached up to pull off his mask.

"No, leave it on," Jean whispered sexily, and Logan gave a feral grin as she peeled back her full-length leotard to reveal herself naked underneath, full breasts heaving with every breath. She felt so vulnerable-she was completely naked while Logan was still in his full costume.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Wolverine," Jean said, her lips curled into a smile. Wolverine unzipped the fly on his uniform and lifted her onto one of the crates, burying his head in her neck and biting her gently.

A few minutes later, after a quick and desperate coupling, Logan lay, head against her shoulder, arms on either side of her. They were both gasping for breath.

"That was...amazing," Jean panted, sweat dripping down her face.

"Hey Red, I aim to please," Logan said in an approving rumble, pushing himself off her and readjusting his costume as Jean reached back for the zipper on hers.

Just then, a blurry form hopped into view and landed right in front of them. "Well if it ain't the X-Men! Just the people I was-hey!" Toad Tolanski said, suddenly stopping his own monologue and staring wide eyed at the couple. "Woah!" He said, hopping to the side nervously and then pointing a finger. "Were you guys just fuckin'?"

Wolverine and Jean stared at Toad, expressions of shock and surprise on their faces. There was a full five seconds of awkward silence before Toad started jumping up and down.

"Oh my God you were! You were doin' it! And I just caught you! Wait'll Pietro hears about this-naw wait, he won't care. Wait 'til Raven gets this gossip she's gonna be all-"

Immediately there was a SNIKT and three razor sharp adamantium claws were pointed right at Toad's face.

"Uhhh... not that it's any of my business...!" Toad said nervously, backing up. "Um...not that I would tell...anyone...ever..." he stammered, and beads of sweat began to drip down the mutant's face.

"Let me handle this Logan," Jean said, finishing zipping up the back of her costume and trying to maintain her dignity. She'd always had a special hatred of Toad. Maybe it was something about his beady eyes or his gangly limbs. Maybe it was the fact that he'd tried to sneak into the girl's locker room more than once. Either way, she'd be damned if he ruined what she had going with Logan.

"Don't hurt me! Don't kill me! Please! I'm still a virgin! I'm not one of the beautiful people like you! Pleeeeeease guys, don't do anything crazy!" Toad begged, holding both his hands up and squinting his eyes closed tight.

Jean's face giving a little twitch of disgust as she brought one finger up and touched Toad's forehead.

"What're you doing Jeannie?" Wolverine asked, suspicious.

"Just fixing our little pest problem," Jean replied.

A dazed look crossed Toad's face.

"Get out," Jean commanded loudly and clearly.

The dazed look stayed on Toad's face as he slowly stood up.

"Yes mommy," Toad said slowly, in a sing-song voice, turning and walking away. "I will go pick you some flowers! That's a great idea!"

Wolverine gave Jean a sideways glance and then couldn't help grinning. "Nice trick. Is he...?"

"He'll be back to himself in an hour or two. Of course by then either our people or the police will have taken care of him. And he won't remember anything. About us, I mean."

"That's my girl," Logan said, taking Jean by the hand and giving her one last kiss before the two of them broke apart and regained their professionalism. By the time they emerged from the warehouse they both looked cool and collected.

"Hey, there you guys are!" Yelled Kurt, teleporting in front of them. "We need you at the museum. What happened in there that took so long?"

"We ran into Tolanski," Wolverine said gruffly. "But that problem was... dealt with."

"Yikes." Nightcrawler said, looking rather fearfully at Logan. "Grab on you guys, we've got to go!"

Nightcrawler put a hand on both Wolverine and Jean's shoulders and teleported the three of them into battle.

* * *

The mission was a success. The Brotherhood had been stopped, arrested, and taken into custody for attempted grand theft. Of top of that, no one had been seriously injured on either side. For now, Bayville's Egyptian exhibit was safe and ready for the public to enjoy.

That night as a gesture of celebration, Xavier ordered them all pizza.

Kitty, Bobby, and Kurt talked amongst themselves, and Multiple Man got in trouble for his doubles finishing the extra-large pepperoni by themselves. Amara, who had just arrived back from a family function to the mansion that night, joined them.

All around was good camaraderie, jokes, and company. It was eight-o-clock by the time they were all full. Plates were empty, pizza crusts and sodas were everywhere. Logan was on his fifth beer.

"Well, just to say it again, good job everyone. A toast," Scott said, "To teamwork."

Logan threw Jean a little glance and she smiled. Everyone raised their soda cups and toasted together.

"To teamwork," They cried.

"Well, I've gotta get going on my Algebra," Kitty said, pushing her chair out. "Plus I've gotta stop eating that stuffed crust, I'm gonna end up like Blob!"

"Last one to the foosball table is part of the Brotherhood!" Kurt called, and teleported out of the room.

"Yeah, thanks for the grub, Charlie," Logan said with a smile, standing up and stretching. Then he left the table and headed upstairs.

Jean knew she shouldn't. It was risky. There was a chance someone would notice what she was doing, get curious. But she couldn't help it. When Logan got up she followed him. She stayed far enough behind, but she knew his senses had already detected her. When he got to his room, he left the door a little ajar. Jean heard the shower starting.

She shivered and slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

When she reached the bathroom she could feel the heat pouring out, the steam swirling around her ankles. She shed her clothes, leaving them on Logan's bed, and padded in naked. She could see Logan behind the frosted glass, his solid figure standing under the shower, leaning under the spray of water. Jean was instantly wet. What was it about him that did that to her?

She pushed the glass door open and stepped in. Logan showed no surprise at her presence, he just looked at her with hungry eyes. Without a word, he picked her up and set her on the waist-high tile ledge in the shower.

"Mmm...back for more already, huh Jeannie?" He asked.

"I was just feeling a little dirty," she said, smiling. "I thought you might help."

"Nobody saw ya come in?"

"No. We're fine."

The two of them kissed, water running down their faces, mingling against their lips. Logan took the soap and ran it between Jean's breasts, fanning his fingers out and playing with her nipples.

"Mmmmm," Jean said, looking down and paying attention to his hard cock, which was pushing against her thigh. She loved how he was always as ready for her as she was for him. She wrapped a slick hand around his penis and slid it back and forth.

"Unh.. don't do that Jeannie, you're gonna get more than you bargained for," Logan warned.

"I want everything you've got, Professor Logan," she said mockingly, smiling, as he ran a soapy trail over her flat stomach, skimming between her legs with one finger.

"Mmmm...you're so wet," Logan said appreciatively, his gravelly voice against her ear.

"What do you expect, it's a shower," Jean retorted, pushing him lightly away with one foot.

"Smartass," Logan said with a smile, then groaned as Jean's hand slid up and down his cock faster and she pulled him back in. She guided him to her, wanting him inside her, but he resisted.

"Wait, Jeannie... can't do that. We ain't got a condom."

"So what?" she said impatiently, blinking water out of her eyes. "I'm on the shot. We're fine."

"You sure?" Logan asked.

"Yeah," Jean breathed. She didn't tell him, but she'd never actually had sex without a condom before. In fact, before Logan she'd only had sex a handful of times before and they were pretty pitiful attempts.

Logan put the head of his cock against her and she could feel his skin pushing against her skin.

"Oh shit, that feels amazin'," Logan said, burying himself fully inside her.

Jean moaned in response-it did feel amazing. She felt so full of him. Skin on skin, she could feel everything.

It was a small space, and there was steam rising between them, the water dripping down their bodies as he pulled back and then thrust his cock inside her forcefully.

Jean's legs were spread wide and her eyes were closed, head thrown back, water running down her face and breasts as Logan fucked her deliberately, pulling all the way out before plunging back in. His hair was slicked down, an expression of pure concentration on his face as he watched himself fucking Jean.

In, out, in out, every movement a sharp stroke of pleasure. She spread her legs wider, trying to give him more access. One hand on her breast, Logan reached his other hand down to finger her clit. In a second, the sensations built up.

"I'm coming," Jean whispered as she jerked her hips against his maddeningly slow pace, the orgasm beginning to grip her.

As soon as she said it, Logan pulled out and took his cock in his own hand, jacking himself off while he watched her cum, her pussy dripping wet. In a few strokes, he was at the edge too and with a short cry he came, semen spurting out onto her, onto her breasts, her stomach, the shower wall.

As soon as Logan was spent he leaned forward against her and Jean wrapped her long legs around his waist, letting the shower water pound over both of them, cleaning them both under the hot spray.

"Oh... unh...." Jean panted against his shoulder.

Logan responded by turning off the water and backing up enough to face her.

"Are you okay, darlin'? Sorry 'bout pullin' out, but I figured better safe then sorry."

"I thought you just wanted to cum on my tits," Jean replied naughtily, sliding off the ledge of the shower and into his arms.

Wolverine smiled guiltily. "Maybe that too," he said.

"To answer your question, I'm a little more than okay," Jean laughed keeping him close. "I'm sore though."

"Sorry Jeannie. I just lose control around you, I dunno," Logan said. "I mean, this is pretty much all I ever wanted."

"Really?" Jean said, a sparkle in her eye. "So... does that mean... does that mean we're exclusive?"

"What?" Logan asked, pushing his dark shock of wet hair away from his eyes. "Well, yeah, I guess, I just... assumed."

"So," Jean said grinning at him. "I guess... I guess you're my boyfriend."

Logan laughed.

"Yer boyfriend?"

"Yep."

The two of them stood naked, grinning at one another as the steam rose and dissipated.

"Do I haveta give you my class ring or something?"

"Class ring?" Jean said. "Um, no. This isn't 1950 Logan. It just means that's it's you and me."

"No Scott," Logan said, eyeing her warily.

"No Scott."

"No Duncan?"

"God no, Logan. Ugh, don't even his say his name."

"This sounds like a good deal, darlin'," Logan replied, starting to smile. "Although... correct me if I'm wrong, but don't normal people usually wait to have sex 'til after they do that whole 'boyfriend' part?"

"Since when have we been normal people?" Jean laughed.

"You got a point there," Logan conceded.

Jean was starting to get cold now that the water was off, and she was glad Logan's arms were around her, warming her up.

"Well, we'll be the only ones who know," Jean said, looking up at him, his dark eyes unreadable as usual.

"Yeah," Logan replied. Jean couldn't be sure, but she thought she detected a hint of disappointment.

Suddenly Logan raised his nose and sniffed the air.

"Bobby's comin' down the hall. Wait. A few of 'em are. I can hear 'em. You better get dressed and get outta here, you're going to be missed."

Sighing, Jean grabbed Logan's towel and dried herself off as well as possible. She psychically scanned outside his door before she managed to open it and slip out. As she walked down the hall back to her own room, to blow dry her hair, she couldn't stop smiling. Boyfriend, indeed.

When all this had started, she'd wanted sex. She'd been so hot for Logan and wanted him between her legs. Now that she was getting what she wanted, and the two of them were playing this little game of hide-and-seek together, she realized she'd started to feel more.

She missed him when he was gone. She didn't want to leave when she was here. What did it all mean, exactly?

Shaking her head, Jean ignored her errant thoughts. Might as well enjoy the moment, she thought and she opened the door to her room and closed it behind her.