The Deal

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just some PWP disguised as plotline... I couldn't help myself! But really, this is all going somewhere. Some action and ass kicking scheduled for the next chapter. Until then, there's delicious lemon! Enjoy.

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CHAPTER 4: Revenge Is Sweet

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After I'd been discharged by Hank, life hadn't wasted any time in going back to normal. As normal as it ever got, anyway. I'd spent the rest of the day going over Institute plans with Charles and Hank-and avoiding Scott and Emma at all costs-and then that night when Logan and I fell into bed he had the mischievous grin I'd come to know too well. I knew exactly what was going to happen when he showed up with that grin.

"Harder, Logan," I gasped. He was on top of me, we were both crammed against the headboard, my knees hooked over his shoulders, thrusting at exactly the right angle to keep me moaning. The bed was shaking, knocking against the wall, and my efforts at silencing it with TK had been foiled by the fact I was a few seconds away from orgasm and couldn't concentrate on anything except for sensations.

I vaguely wondered who we were waking up.

"Shit Jeannie, so fucking good," Logan hissed, quickening his pace hands working over my breasts, squeezing them, head cradled against my shoulder.

"Harder!" I pleaded, my voice almost coming out as a whine.

"God dammit... Jean... I don't wanna hurt the baby!" Logan groaned, gritting his teeth as I pushed my hips up to meet his thrusts, teasing him.

"You're not! You're not! It's fine!" I cried in desperation, feeling my orgasm approaching. "Just fuck me hard, please Logan, just fuck me harder harder-"

With a growl, he grabbed both my wrists and hammered me hard into the bed right as a blissful wave swept up my body as I came around him, yelling out his name. I opened my mind and felt him feral, red, single-mindedly pushing for release, and then he was coming too, as deep inside me as he could go, and we and floated up together to that white-hot place of oneness.

It was something I'd only ever experienced with Logan, and it was somewhat addicting. I'd never felt so whole before, and when I was there, I didn't want to leave.

It always ended though, as the feeling was only fleeting. When I came back to earth, I had the weight of a sweaty, metal-boned man on top of me.

"Gimme five seconds Jeannie," he mumbled. We were both still absorbing the aftershocks, bathed in the glow.

Five second was exactly right, because then Logan was hard again, and pulling me into his lap.

One of the very first things I'd realized about my relationship with Logan is that the sex was going to be very different than with Scott. When I was with Scott I'd been attracted to him, and while things were good we'd made love maybe once or twice every two weeks.

With Logan, it was almost daily, and it was always intense. It wasn't like it was planned, either, it just ended up happening. It was almost like something chemical, like when we got too near each other a catalyst set everything into motion and we were naked, sweating, crawling on top of each other.

I wasn't complaining.

Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was in his lap, facing him, sliding slowly up and down his cock. He leaned back on his elbows and watched me with such raw admiration, his eyes raking hotly over my body and settling onto where we were joined, it sent a shiver through me.

"Play with your tits for me baby," Logan said, his eyes dark and half a satisfied grin on his face. Keeping eye contact with him, I cupped my own breasts, moaning as he watched me. I moved up and down his cock, pushing my breasts up and playing with my own nipples, pinching them between my fingers as they hardened.

"Like that?" I asked breathlessly.

"Oh God yeah, yeah-oh shit, I'm comin' again," he said with mild annoyance, and grabbed my hips as I felt him spasm inside of me.

"Really liked that, huh?" I asked, laughing, waiting for him to recover. "You like to watch, I knew it," I teased him.

"Never said I didn't Red," he replied, his eyes closed, still feeling his orgasm fade away.

A second later he was hard again, and I continued fucking myself on him while he sat up and ran his hands down my back, sucking my nipples and nibbling his way up my breasts.

That was another thing. Logan admired my body in a way Scott never did. Scott liked it when I wore lingerie. He liked it when I dressed up and wore evening gowns. Logan liked it when I wore nothing at all, and he liked it even better when I was brazen about it.

I took Logan's face in his hands and kissed him, hands tangling in his hair. He cupped the back of my head and kissed me fiercely back as I moved faster against him. We were pressed so tightly together; I could feel the hair on his chest rubbing against my breasts, his strong arms wrapped around my back, his hips pushing up towards me every time I pushed down.

"I love you," I gasped, feeling him impossibly hard inside me, feeling myself right at the precipice.

"I love you too," he said, voice ragged. "Jean-"

"Logan," I said, face pressed against his. "I'm coming," I moaned, "I'm-"

And then suddenly... BAM!

There was a loud slam as the door flew open and the dim room was flooded with light. I was so surprised I didn't even speak. I didn't even move. My orgasm slipped away unnoticed. Logan and I turned our heads in unison.

There standing in the doorway of the room was Emma Frost.

My first instinct was to grab a blanket and pull it up to hide myself, as I was naked and straddling Logan. I grabbed for the covers.

"What th' hell-" Logan started.

"Hello Jean, Logan," Emma said icily, apparently completely unphased by the fact that I had Logan's cock inside me at the moment.

"I don't know if you have a clock in here or not, but in case you wanted to know, it's 1am. Some of us need to get some sleep. That's hard to do with your moaning and howling and various other barnyard sounds."

"Get the fuck outta here Emma," Logan yelled, shifting me off of him. I was just as annoyed as he was.

"Sorry for the unfortunate timing," Emma said without a hint of remorse, as Logan stalked away from the bed and towards her, not bothering with any clothing.

"I said get the fuck out NOW!" Logan bellowed.

"Sweet dreams," Emma said.

There was SNIKT as Logan's claws released, right as the door slammed shut in face with another bang.

"That goddamn BITCH!" Logan yelled at the closed door, and for a second I was worried it was going to get clawed, but Logan held back. "Auugh, the fuckin' White Queen my ass! I'll fucking kill her! I'll kill her! Who the fuck does she think she is?"

"Logan, calm down!" I commanded, but I was completely shaken and angry too. Okay, so maybe we were being a little loud, but she'd completely invaded our privacy, and she'd done it on purpose. Emma was as psychic as I was, and I knew I projected when Logan and I had sex. She had known exactly what she was doing.

"She PLANNED this, arrgghh!" I said throwing down the covers. "She's doing it for Scott! She's doing it as revenge for Scott! I swear to God, one day..."

Logan looked at me in all my anger and started to laugh.

"Who needs to calm down now, darlin'?" He asked. "Jokes on her, anyway."

"I was about to come," I said sulkily, some of my anger draining away.

"Oh really," Logan asked, sheathing his claws. He crawled onto the bed and in between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, starting to smile.

"Just finishing what I started, baby," He said, breathing in the scent of my pussy and then running his tongue across me.

"Ohhhh," I moaned.

"Do me a favor Jeannie," he growled, "Say my name extra loud this time."

I stared at him for a second and then shook my head.

"You're evil, Logan."

His tongue passed over my clit and I grabbed his hair, hips jumping.

"You really wanna say that to the guy who's eatin' you out, darlin?"

I hated to admit it, but I loved when Logan talked dirty. I got off on it so much I was embarrassed about it afterwards. It was something Scott never did. Logan knew it, and he exploited it at every turn.

"I love your pussy baby," Logan started, grinning and sliding two fingers inside me. I bucked against his hand. "It's so sweet. I love tasting ya. I love how ya get real wet right before you cum, and I like feeling it on my tongue when you do. I like playin' with your clit, an' watching your tits move like that when you squirm," he continued, fingering me steadily and pausing in between words to lick me and tease me with his tongue.

"I-uh-ohhhh god,"I said, at a loss for words. Logan dipped his head down again and nibbled me, sucking on my clit and fucking me with his fingers at the same time. That was it. That was all I needed.

I came hard. "LOGAN!" I screamed, "LOGAN! YES! GOD you're the best! You're the best at what you do!" I cried, spasming around his fingers.

Chuckling, he laid his head to rest on my thigh and waited until I'd recovered enough to open my eyes.

"Nice, Jeannie." He said, grinning wickedly. "You think Emma heard that?

"Mmmm unless she's gone deaf," I sighed contently and pulled him up by the hair. We settled so that he was spooning me.

"Gnight Logan," I mumbled, lulled by his body heat.

"Night Jeannie," he said into my shoulder. "Gnight to the lima beans, too."

"What did you just say?" I asked with a short laugh. "The what?"

"Hank showed me that ultrasound thingy he did. They looked like lima beans," Logan explained.

I turned my head to give Logan an expression full of raised eyebrows.

"What, ya don't believe me? They did!" he insisted.

I shook my head. "Oh, oh. If only they could see the big bad Wolverine now," I teased.

"Shut up darlin'," Logan said and he gave me a little bite on the shoulder.

I fell asleep smiling. I was utterly peaceful, content. I was where I belonged.

Little did I know that in five short hours, life as I knew it would dissolve.