Call And Answer

Title: Call And Answer

Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

Fandom: X-Men

Pairing: Jean/Logan

Rating: NC-17 to be safe

Status: New (04/09/03); complete

Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.

Feedback: Yes, please!!

E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com

Series/Sequel: None

Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd

Disclaimers: Not mine - Marvel's...

Summary: "Green eyes stare into blue, a challenge and an answer, and when she closes her eyes and bares her throat, he *knows* she's his..."

Notes: This is for Eiluned, Redshipper Extraordinaire... Told ya I'd write ya something eventually...

More than a little AU - established Jean/Logan, absolutely no Jean/Scott. (Don't even worry about it, or him...) Opening sentence taken from Eil's demi-drabble challenges and put to my own nefarious use...

Warnings: None

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"You look damn good in that dress, Jeannie." he says, grinning as he pushes her against the wall. "Smell damn good too."

She tastes of cinnamon when his lips move to her throat, cinnamon with a hint of vanilla and jasmine, and the rising tang of lust. His hands move up under her dress, moving of their own volition to the very heart of her, and her whimper drives the animal in him even closer to the surface.

Green eyes stare into blue, a challenge and an answer, and when she closes her eyes and bares her throat, he *knows* she's his...

He growls as he shoves her dress up above her hips, fingers rubbing at her core through her silk panties before he tears them loose in his haste. She doesn't even open her eyes at the sound of ripping cloth, trusting his control implicitly even at its weakest.

Instead, she reaches for him, measured and graceful even in her impatience to get rid of the clothes separating them. He growls as she takes him in hand, then pushes her hands away when the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him.

The man in him takes back control just long enough to appreciate her submission and the trust it implies, thanking her wordlessly with a kiss as he gently twines his fingers with hers and presses them to the wall to brace her.

The animal in both of them takes control as he thrusts into her, their bodies pushing, straining, and pulling as they try to drive each other over the edge. Gentleness is for later - this is the purely animal call of one predator to another.

There's the shared fleeting impression of having fallen into the flames of her namesake before they both tumble over the edge with a cry and a growl, the bond between them elevating the pleasure to almost unbearable levels.

The creature of fire and passion slowly fades back into the woman of flesh and blood, and she goes limp against his shoulder with a choked sob. "God, Logan..."

He holds her in silence, thanking her for the power she has to cut through body and soul and just let him *be*...