One Last Time
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Jean
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,462
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
One Last Time
Just One Last Time
Notice: Sorry, please don’t sue me! I have no money. No I do not own the X-men, though I wish I did, and if you are the kinda people who don’t like Jean and Logan as a couple sorry!
You carry me to the bed, kissing me tenderly. Most people don’t see that in you. The tenderness. The love you can give. All they see is the rough exterior. I wish they could all see you the way I do. The kind generous lover that you are.
You nip at my lower lip and draw your tongue down my neck to my still covered breasts. You cup them with your powerful, yet gentle hands. God how I love your hands. Sliding your claw out you slice my slip and bra in half. As if it were made of butter. Slipping the ruined clothing away from my naked body, you gaze at me with a tender yet feral look. Those beautiful eyes. God how I drown in them.
I run my hands through your rough, thick hair as you kiss my breast, teasing them with your hot mouth and wonderful hand. You slide your other hand down to stroke my hair gently, brushing your thumb against the tiny, hardened nub of pleasure. You kiss and lick my down my stomach as I gasp at the continual pleasure you give me.
When you reach my hips, you blow cool air on my warm, moist lips before you lick at me, suckling gently. You let out a low growl in response to my moan and the jerk of my hips. Sliding your finger inside of me you whisper in my mind, “One last time darlin’. Just one last time.”
Panting, I only manage a nod as you tease my mercilessly with your fingers, making me whimper. After I come, I kiss you and you slide into me. With every thrust you make, my heart aches. Knowing it was the last time, only made it bittersweet. We take it slow. When the time draws near, when we both know we’re close to the edge, you force me to look into your eyes. I see the pain in your eyes. Pain that could only equal to mine. With one last thrust, we stare into each others eyes, soaring together to the heavens.
Coming back down, I feel your heart beat. Your heart beat along with mine. Soul-mates forever to be separated. Never to be truly together. This was our one last time. Our last time to be together, our last time to show our love to each other. This was the end of us. I pick up my robe and tip-toe quietly out of your room as you sleep quietly and go to my room to cry alone.
Notice: Sorry, please don’t sue me! I have no money. No I do not own the X-men, though I wish I did, and if you are the kinda people who don’t like Jean and Logan as a couple sorry!
You carry me to the bed, kissing me tenderly. Most people don’t see that in you. The tenderness. The love you can give. All they see is the rough exterior. I wish they could all see you the way I do. The kind generous lover that you are.
You nip at my lower lip and draw your tongue down my neck to my still covered breasts. You cup them with your powerful, yet gentle hands. God how I love your hands. Sliding your claw out you slice my slip and bra in half. As if it were made of butter. Slipping the ruined clothing away from my naked body, you gaze at me with a tender yet feral look. Those beautiful eyes. God how I drown in them.
I run my hands through your rough, thick hair as you kiss my breast, teasing them with your hot mouth and wonderful hand. You slide your other hand down to stroke my hair gently, brushing your thumb against the tiny, hardened nub of pleasure. You kiss and lick my down my stomach as I gasp at the continual pleasure you give me.
When you reach my hips, you blow cool air on my warm, moist lips before you lick at me, suckling gently. You let out a low growl in response to my moan and the jerk of my hips. Sliding your finger inside of me you whisper in my mind, “One last time darlin’. Just one last time.”
Panting, I only manage a nod as you tease my mercilessly with your fingers, making me whimper. After I come, I kiss you and you slide into me. With every thrust you make, my heart aches. Knowing it was the last time, only made it bittersweet. We take it slow. When the time draws near, when we both know we’re close to the edge, you force me to look into your eyes. I see the pain in your eyes. Pain that could only equal to mine. With one last thrust, we stare into each others eyes, soaring together to the heavens.
Coming back down, I feel your heart beat. Your heart beat along with mine. Soul-mates forever to be separated. Never to be truly together. This was our one last time. Our last time to be together, our last time to show our love to each other. This was the end of us. I pick up my robe and tip-toe quietly out of your room as you sleep quietly and go to my room to cry alone.