The Urge

Title: The Urge

AuthordyX dyX (gokusgirl@earthlink.net Rat Rating: NC17

Summary: The morning after.

Universe: Uncanny X-Men; inspired from issue
394.

Warnings:
Explicit sexual content. Anyone under
18 should not read. This is my first
X-Men fanfiction, so forgive me if I'm incorrect with certain aspects of the Uncanny storyline or if I make the characters seem out of
character.

 

A/N: This is the un-edited
version, I'm currently seeking TWO betas for this story. Interested parties (and you know I need help with revising!) can contact me at the email address above. Thanks!

 

The Urge

Chapter Six

 

Logan shot
upright in the bed, letting out a strangled gasp. He looked around the dark room, running his
fingers in his hair. His heart pounded
in his chest; he felt panicky. The
sudden movement in the bed next to him pulled in from his post-anxiety spell. As he looked down at the figure in the bed
next to him, he sighed with relief.

 

It was no dream. She
was there.

 

Turning over on his side, he looked down at Jean in total
fascination. God, she was beautiful even
asleep. Carefully he moved the hair out of
her face, sighing contently. She laid on
her stomach, hugging the pillow as she snoozed in her sleep.

 

Logan laid back against his pillow, his arms planted behind his
head as he looked upward at the ceiling.
The last several hours had been the happiest moments of his entire
life. She was everything he had
imagined, and more. The way she felt,
tasted, and withered under him made him mad with yearning for her. He was a man possessed.

 

He'd taken her for hours on end, until unbelievably he'd
worn himself out. And he didn't even
think that was possible with his natural ability to heal himself. In their last sexual bout he pulled her close
to him, and they both fell into a deep slumber.


 

But now he was awake, only after an hour. And looking down at her glorious body and
thinking about all the things they did earlier made him hard again. But he wouldn't wake her…at
least not now. She needed all the
rest she could get before he jumped on her again.

 

But there was something else that had Logan feeling…edgy. Even though it had happened, what would come
of them now? The feelings he had for
Jean were never hidden from her, but now since they had succumbed to their
desires, he felt as if he heart was going to burst with love for her. How the hell Scott could not want her, it was
a mystery. All Logan
knew is that he wanted Jean in his bed and in his life forever. He knew he had his trump card- the one thing
that Jean needed to know to make her mind up easily. But should he be the bearer of bad news? Should he bring what he knew up at such a
delicate and special time in his once miserable life, just convince her that
she was where she needed to be? But more
importantly, would she believe it?

 

****

 

The sound of the shower and smells of cinnamon and coffee
filled her senses, bringing her out of her peaceful slumber. She pulled herself up, pulling the white
sheet up to cover herself. A silver
serving tray sat on the side of the bed, but no sign of Logan.

 

"Logan?"
Jean called out, brushing her hair out of her face. Logan
sauntered in from the bathroom, only clad with a fluffy white towel draped
around his waist. He was toweling out
his wet hair roughly. Jean sighed
inwardly, grateful he didn't just leave her there.

 

"I wanted to watch you wake up," Logan
seemed to say with disappointment in his voice.
He leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. "Mornin',
Red."

 

"Good morning," Jean gushed out, her cheeks turned
red. "Is this for me?" She asked, pointing at the serving tray.

 

"Sure is," Logan
replied as she lifted the lid off the tray, revealing her hot breakfast. "You got a cinnamon and raisin bagel
with cream cheese, fruit salad, one pouched egg and some hot coffee. Are ya hungry?"

 

"Oh yes, I'm starving!" Jean giggled as she
grabbed a bagel, taking a hungry bite out it.


 

"Oh, I forgot one more thing to give ya to make this breakfast perfection," Logan
said as he reached his hand under the bed for something.

 

"What? A dust bunny?"
Jean laughed between bites of bagel.


 

"No…this." Logan
handed Jean a long stemmed rose. Jean
gasped and smiled as she accepted the beautiful token.

 

"Oh Logan….it's
absolutely beautiful!" Jean squealed with joy as she brought the rose to
her nose to inhale its aromatic sweetness.


 

"It's soft, and fragrant…like you," Logan
spoke softly, his hand caressing her cheek.
She had forgotten about the sheet wrapped around her, and it gradually
began to show her breasts, that Logan
quickly noticed. He sat the serving tray
to the floor as he leaned down to grab Jean's breasts, groping them with both
hands has his mouth suckled hungrily on a hard nipple. He could feel his instincts taking over as he
tasted the salt on her skin, her scent drenched with his own…he wanted her, and
he wanted her now.

 

"Ah…Logan!" Jean breathed, her hands grabbing handfuls of
his hair. She usually wasn't that
receptive to sex in the morning, but it was something about Logan
that just made her extremely
hot. He was a perfect lover in everyway,
and the sensations he gave her were intense.
His hot tongue rolling around her areola was making her flow like a
river. With a wicked smile, she decided
to tease him as she laughed and said, "What about breakfast? Haven't you eaten yet?"

 

"I'm about to eat my breakfast now, darlin,"
Logan purred as he lowered his head downward, kissing a long wet trail down her
stomach, blowing softly into her naval.

 

"I may want to warn you- oh, god…I haven't had a shower
this morning." Jean moaned, opening her legs for him to settle down
between them.

 

"I'll take ya clean or dirty
baby," Logan spoke with lust
thick in his voice as he looked up at her.
"Besides…I know where ya been." He lowered his mouth down to her pussy, and
inhaled its heady scent. It was hot,
musky, and oh so sweet. It was all his
for the taking.

 

Jean trembled. She
wasn't use to doing this in daylight.
And she felt so open, so exposed to his touches at the moment she
thought about telling him to stop. But
it was soon forgotten when she felt the deftness of his tongue slide about her
throbbing clit, jolting all those uncomfortable thoughts away.

 

He had worn her out the night before, and she loved it. It was so rough at times she couldn't keep up
with him. At one moment, they were into
one position and then he would flip her around and put them into another. That was such a big turn on for her; to be
handled and tossed about like she weighed nothing. And they way he talked so dirty when they
fucked, and the look on his face when he came…it was priceless. It the one and only time Logan
had his guard down.

 

Jean spread her legs further apart, giving Logan
more room to work. He was merciless with his mouth as he ate her into two
powerful climaxes. Jeans thighs shook,
her breath being taken away as she rode up and down each wave of pleasure he
gave her, never feeling anything so powerful in her life before.

 

Logan rose up,
looking up at Jean as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He loved eating her out, he could do it all
day if she'd let him. But the pangs from
his throbbing cock were becoming unbearable to ignore and he needed to be balls
deep in her warmth.

 

"I can't get enough of ya,
Jeannie," Logan growled,
positioning himself against her opening. "Are you
ready?"

 

Unable to talk Jean nodded, closing her eyes as she felt
him enter her cautiously, inch by inch.
She tensed up little; feeling a tad sore from the night before. Logan
sensed this and stopped mid stroke, a small frown on his face.

 

"Little sore, baby?" Logan
asked tenderly. Jean opened her eyes, surprised
with his concern.

 

"A little," Jean breathed. "But I'll be okay."

 

"I'll take it easy on ya,"
Logan bit back as he started again,
taking long, cautious strokes into her.
It felt like heaven. "You
feel so good… I wish I could stay right here forever."

 

Logan's actions
spoke volumes for Jean, and she felt so much compassion for him. She hated to compare Scott with Logan,
but she never had anyone take care of her needs like he had. He actually
worshipped her. He never was ashamed on
how he felt about it either. And even
now, he was willing to toss aside his own raw need to take it easy on her.

 

Logan laid down on top of Jean, rocking his hips into hers slowly
as they made love. He placed his hand
down between them, finding her clit so he could rub it between his
fingers. Between feeling his length
sliding in and out of her and the gradual pressure on her clitoris was sending
her off into ecstasy.

 

Logan's sensual
touches were wonderful, but Jean wanted more.
The first climax he gave her took the edge off the soreness she had felt
before, and now she was ready for real action.
She began to take over, squeezing the muscles in her sex around Logan
as she rotated her hips in circular motions.
Logan hissed; looking down
at the fiery red haired woman gazing back up at him. How he adored her.

 

"I love it
when you do that," Logan
moaned, jerking his hips towards hers suddenly, making her loose all
rhythm.

 

"Logan…fuck me hard…and fast," Jean ordered through gasps of
air. He didn't need to me told
twice. Grabbing the backs of her legs,
her pulled him up and spread them in to a 'v' pattern as his thrusts became
wild andiousious. He pressed her legs away from him, opening herself wider for
him to sink deep into her depths. He was
relentless as he pistioned in and out of her, the
liquid heat between them pushing them both towards sweet completion.

 

"Yes, Logan…right
there…uhhhh-oh GOD!!" Jean shrieked, depths of
her sex clenching him repeatedly as she came.
Her vision burred, and her head fell back against the pillow with
exhaustion. The wondrous feeling ripp thr through her body, making her entire body grow limp within its wake.

 

Logan pushed
into her on last time, spilling his seed deep into her womb. He froze; feeling his body jerk in response
of his orgasm gripping him like never before.
Finally he let out a long, drained breath as he laid
to the side of her, but never pulling out.
He could still feel the after shocks of her pussy jerking around him, it
felt too good.

 

They both laid there for moment, catching their breaths as
they floated back down from their euphoric state of bliss. Logan
finally pulled her into his embrace, laying her carefully on his hairy chest as
he caressed her naked skin softly. Jean
was quiet, loving the way his hands felt on her, the way his now semi hard
member was still embedded in her, twitching every now and then. She felt so good, so safe…and all in the same
time, she felt a little apprehension.

 

"Hey," Logan
began, breaking the thick silence between them. "I know this is a stupid time to ask
you this…but uh…are you on anything?"


 

Jean laughed, running a finger along his strong chin. "Yes Logan…I'm
on the pill. Everything is
safe." Logan
shoulders sagged with relief, and he kissed her forehead.

 

"Whew, okay then."
Logan sighed. He felt Jean sit up more, dislodging herself
from him, and she hissed. "You're gonna make it, Red?"


 

"I hope so- ouch!"
Jean gasped, holding on to her stomach as she leaned forward. "Well I asked for it, didn't
I?"

 

"You sure did," Logan
laughed as he stared at her intently, feeling his groin already react. He gritted his teeth; holding himself in
control for the moment. He reached out, touching
her moist legs, rubbing them sensually. She was worn out and sweaty, a total
wreck by all means. She looked simply
incredible. Not know what else to say,
he exhaled sharply; his eyes closing as he savored the intimate moment with
her. Then as he opened his eyes once
more, he looked her; chiming her name with his low, sexy voice. "Jeannie…"

 

"Logan, we
need to talk," Jean interjected. Logan
swallowed; sensing the seriousness of her voice he knew it was bad news. "About last night…as much as I- as much
as we enjoyed ourselves, we have to
deal with this."

 

"I'm dealin' with it fine darlin," Logan
replied coolly, his hands still caressing her skin. "I'm the happiest man on the planet
right now."

 

"Well I'm glad you are Logan,"
Jean admitted calmly, not wanting to put him a bad mood.

 

"This is how we can deal with this," Logan
offered as he stood, finding his duffle bag that had his last pair of clean
jeans inside. "We go home, act like
nothing happened…and whenever ya feel lonely, we can
meet in my room."

 

"NO!" Jean said forcefully, raising her voice up a
few degrees. Logan
turned and looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing together with confusion. "I-I mean…I liked part of your
idea."

 

"You mean meeting up when ya
get lonely?" Logan
asked as he pulled his jeans up over his thighs.

 

"No…the part about going home and acting like nothing
happened," Jean said softly, making Logan
stop dead in his tracks as he pulled his shirt over his head.

 

"What?" Logan
queried, his tone devoid of all emotion.

 

"Logan this
was a mistake…"

 

"Sending monkeys to the moon was a mistake. This
wasn't a mistake," Logan argued,
kneeling down beside side on the bed. "Jeannie…you
can't deny that last night felt right. Remember how you panted and moaned for me…you
needed me."

 

"Well I want to forget it," Jean snapped
bitterly. She noticed the panicked
expression on Logan's face, and she
sighed. "That didn't come out
exactly the way I intended it to," She whispered.

 

"What do you want me to do, Red?" Logan
asked with desperation in voice.
"'Cause I wanna know…where I stand with
you."

 

"We can make a pact," Jean offered, finally looking
him square in the eye.

 

"A pact?"

 

"Yes…if we both agree it didn’t' happen, then it
didn't."

 

"Bullshit," Logan
scoffed, standing up as he shook his head.
"Newsflash Jeannie…we did it.
It's done…well done I might add, over and over. I ain't gonna make
no pact."

 

"Of course…it's all about what you want," Jean said in a clipped voice, folding her arms in
front of her. Looking away from him for
a brief moment, she asked softly, "Logan…do
you remember what you said to me last night?"

 

Logan felt the
heat rise up into his cheeks, and he closed his eyes. Damn, why did she had
to bring that up? In a moment of
absolute bliss, Logan breathlessly confessed
the only thing he wouldn't admit to anyone in his life, hoping that she would
forget it. It took a moment for him to
answer, his mind already replying the splendid moment when he proclaimed his
undying love for her. "Yes…I
remember what I said last night. And I
meant it."

 

"Then if you truly
meant it…you'll make this pact," Jean spoke, finally turning around to
face him. His visage was grim, his jaw
clenched as the muscle twitched with agitation.
At that moment, Logan felt
his heart break.

 

"You sure do drive a hard bargain, Red," Logan
said angrily.

 

"Logan… you've
got to understand, if Scott found out about this…"

 

"You still carin' about what he thinks?" Logan
roared defensibly, throwing his hands in the air. "He definitely don’t' care about you!"

 

"And what makes you so sure of that?" Jean yelled back, brushing a stray hair out
of her face.

 

"'Cause I can smell another woman on him, that's
why." Logan shot back. As soon as he saw the shocked expres
sp
spread across her face, he wished he could have taken it back. He turned his back to her, picking up his
clothes that laid on the floor, silently wishing that
she wouldn't explode.

 

"Lair," Jean hissed, her voice trembling with rage. She hopped off the bed, the bed sheet still
wrapped around her as she ran up to Logan,
pummeling her small fists into his back.
"You lie!"

 

Logan spun
around, grabbing both of her wrists as she shook her. "Am I Jeannie? Am I the lair? Or is it Scooter?"

 

"You'd say anything to be with me," Jean seethed. "I know that now."

 

And for the second time within two minutes, Logan
felt his heart break again.

 

He narrowed his eyes at her, his nostrils flaring with fury
as the grip on her wrist tightened.
"I only offered you the truth, Red.
But to think I would lie to you to have you…?" He suddenly let go of her, and she fell to
the floor. He looked down at her, his
anger swelling to new heights…he trusted her.
He let his guard down for her.
Hell, he told her he loved her.
And this was his reward. Logan
knew she would not believe that Scott was cheating her, but she went too far.

 

"The hell with this," Logan
snorted, walking away from her as he picked up his duffle bag. She was still in the floor, staring off into
nothingness when he walked out.

 

:: to be continued ::