A/N: hey this is Lord Firefox here and im rewriting a great story made by a author who was here 5 to 6 years ago and has moved on to bigger and better things but didnt finish some good storys that she had going on so im here to take care of that. her name is vangiekitty and she gave me permission. so enjoy!

DELICIOUS...DISTURBING Part 1

"It's over Scott, what part of that don't you understand?" Jean Grey asked with angry intensity.

"I moved out of your place over a month ago, hasn't it sunken in yet?"

"Our place, Jean."

"No, Your place, Scott and that's how it's going to stay so just deal with it and leave me alone!"

She slammed out of the room and stalked down to the dining hall seething with frustration. God! Why had she even bothered? All she wanted was to get the few things she'd left in Scott's room. Just get the things and go, that was the plan. But Scott was there and had to make a big scene... We belong together, we can work it out, etc. Now we don't and no we can't, she had said in no uncertain terms.

But he could never drop an argument, could never let things be. He just kept pounding at her with his whining, nasal voice untill she felt like her head would explode. That was one reason they had broken up.

But Scott just couldn't accept that she was gone, wouldn't believe she wasn't coming back. Don't you want me, Baby? Hell no!

Jean shook her head violently to rid herself of the confusing thoughts. She was beginning to think she just needed some time away from the mansion. Everyone was too close; there wasn't enough privacy to deal with emotional issues. Though the other team members politely pretended not to notice the growing tension, it was obvious everyone knew about their messy breakup Jean hated that. Above all else she valued her personal privacy.

Thank goodness she was scheduled to go away on a mission next week with Logan. The trip would last the better part of a week. Days and days away from the prying eyes of the others and Scott's relentless nagging! Logan would be along of course, and she had been happy about that when the professor first announced the trip. Lately, though, she wasn't so sure. Because lately, Logan had been avoiding her.

In the past, they'd been friends, but with that small sexual undercurrent that made things
interesting. They joked and talked and flirted, very delicately, because with Logan, she felt safe. Even though he was the most dangerous man she knew, she sensed from him both instinctively and telepathically that he would never hurt her, that he had only her best interests at heart. That was why he never pursued a relationship with her while she was with Scott all those years. All those long, wasted years. She sighed aloud. The mutual warmth and affection she shared with Logan were good feelings, a good foundation for a lasting friendship. And it had been a good friendship for years until her breakup with Scott about a month ago.

Almost the minute she had moved out, Logan started distancing himself, making excuses, leaving a room when she entered it. She even thought he was trying to get as far away from her as possible when they had to be in the same room for some meeting or function. And he used to go out of his way to sit by her! What had changed? Maybe it was the solidarity of men. Maybe he felt sorry for Scott, thought she was giving him a raw deal, being a bitch. But no, Logan had never made any secret of what he thought about Scott. He thought Scott was a pompous ass. An opinion she now heartily seconded.

So why was Logan avoiding her? Was it just her imagination? Was she being paranoid?

"Who knows?" she thought wearily. "Who knows why Logan is avoiding me, if he is avoiding me? Who knows when all this crap with Scott will finally be over? Who knows why I'm such a crabby bitch lately? Well, I do know the answer to that, at least." The answer to that question lay not only in the emotional turmoil Scott and the break-up were putting her through but in her recent lack of sexual fulfillment. Jean had always been a very sexual creature- she liked sex and plenty of it. And now, she hadn't had any good sex in over 2 months. "Well, please," she told herself, "I haven't had any good sex for years and the last month we were together doesn't even count considering that he cut me off completely."

Scott had often used sex as a weapon in their past relationship. Knowing how much Jean liked it, no, craved it, he refused to make love with her any time he was angry, upset, or could not get his own way. The whole last month before she moved out, he had refused her completely, leaving Jean on the ragged edge and, whether he knew it or not, precipitating the inevitable end of their relationship.

As Jean recalled, the sex had never been very good, but at least it had been semi-regular.

Now she was down from at least once a week, (sometimes twice if Scott was in a good mood) to nothing at all. It was very difficult for a woman like Jean who would have liked to have sex once or twice a day to cut down to once or twice a week, but she had managed, always feeling like a starving person at a buffet only allowed to have bread and water. But to cut down to nothing, no sex at all, and for 2 months- well, it was hard. Very hard. And very wearing on her nerves. A man in a similar position would probably have visited a prostitute or tried to find casual sex in a singles bar. But Jean was a lady despite her burning need, and she would never dream of these options. She simply did the best she could manually, but it wasn't the same, not nearly. Jean remembered a line from a movie she'd seen once..."Sex is like pizza. Even when it's not very good, it's still pretty good." She tended to agree with that line and now she was getting no sex at all, good or bad. So she limped along day after day, gradually getting crabbier and crabbier and wondering what she could do with ever increasing hopelessness. She almost felt desperate enough to go back to Scott, if only he would promise to go to bed with her. Almost. But she wasn't that desperate yet. And she hoped she never would be.

With a myriad of despairing thought crowding her brain, Jean Grey trudged into the X-men's communal dining room and took the only available seat left, by Logan. He barely looked up at her as she sat down and acknowledged her friendly greeting only with a terse nod of his head. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he working through personal issues too? But Jean didn't believe that. Too often she had seen him joking and laughing with the others only to become abruptly silent when she drew near.

Why, only last month he would have greeted her heartily with a "Hey, Darlin" of called her by his pet nickname for her, "Jeanie". Only Logan could get away with that; even Scott just called her Jean.

But now Logan said nothing at all. He just stared at his plate- he had even stopped eating. She cast a side long look in his direction and saw his nostrils flare briefly. He turned his head away, as if from a strong odor.

"My God!" thought Jean. "Do I smell or something? Surely someone would have told me, wouldn't they?" She was about to say something, to attempt some kind of light conversation and force Logan to talk if necessary when he abruptly pushed back his chair and left the table without a word, his supper only half eaten on his plate. Jean was mortified. Surely Logan's hurried departure had something to do with her. Was he mad at her? She searched her mind for any arguments they might have had recently but they hadn't even had any conversations lately. Besides, Logan wasn't the type to hold a grudge; he was more likely to explode in a sudden rage and forget it and get over it by the next day.

Well, Jean suddenly decided, she was damn well going to get to the bottom of this right now.

He couldn't just end a friendship of four years for no reason. She meant to have a reason from him and soon, before the hour was out. And it better be a damn good one too!

"I'm really not hungry, I guess." she heard herself saying. Stupid to try and cover it up, everyone at the table had to know she was going after Logan but at that point, she realy didn't care. She pushed away her untouched plate and followed Logan out the door and into the back gardens behind the mansion.

Logan was striding swiftly away into the woods at the back of the mansion. He was walking
straight into a stiff breeze or he surely would have known she was following by her scent or the sound of her footsteps. Thinking of that made her realize that she could catch his scent on the wind that was blowing back into her face. Whatever that new cologne was, it certainly smelled delicious. She had been meaning to ask him about it for a while, but he always left her immediate area before she could mention it.

As he just had, she reminded herself, and she was going to find out why as soon as she caught up with him. But he had a head start so she contented herself with just following, he had to stop sometime.

Finally, he did, stopping in a small clearing and sitting with his back to her on one of the large logs

that littered the area. He slumped and put his head in his hands, his muscular shoulders knotted with tension. He was the very picture of dejected frustration.

Jean stopped where she was, peering at him from behind a large tree. Hw looked terrible! All her anger melted away, maybe he was dealing with a personal problem. "Well," she told herself, "But he doesn't have to be such a secretive ass about it!" Just as abruptly, the anger was back. "What the hell," she told herself, "I'm having mood swings. Next it'll be hot and cold flashes and before I know it, I'll be howling at the sky at every full moon. What is wrong with me?" The realization that she was feeling and no doubt acting in so unstable a manner almost made her turn around and go back. She should leave Logan in peace with his problems; she had enough of her own!

Just as she was turning away, however, she heard his deep voice saying, "Might as well come out, Darlin', I know you're there, I can smell you." Foolish to think she could ever sneak up on him, he must have known she was following all along...

"What the hell." she said, out loud this time, surprising herself. "Then I guess I'll do just what I started out to do in the first place."

"And what's that, Darlin'?" he asked tiredly, resignation thick in his voice.

"Have it out with you, Logan. Why have you been avoiding me? I can't just be imagining it, can I?" Remembering his flaring nostrils at supper and asked, "Do I stink or something?"

He heaved a huge sigh and seemed to be thinking about what to say. Finally, he muttered something she didn't catch and turned his head away again. All she caught over the sound of the wind was the word, "disturbing".

"What?" she demanded. She had had just about enough of this crap, she decided. She walked around to where he was sitting and planted herself firmly in front of him. "What did you say?"

"I said," he replied, looking up at her, "That no, you don't stink but lately I find your scent very... disturbing."

"And what's that supposed to mean? Some friend you are, Logan," she continued, "I'm going through a very tough time right now and instead of supporting me, you avoid me and make up ridiculous excuses to try and explain it. Well, if you can end a friendship just like that for no real reason, then I guess there was never much to it in the first place!" She turned away, crying in frustration and hurt but he caught her arm with one large, warm hand to stop her. She tried to pull away, but his grip was like a vise.

"Whoa, Jeanie," he exclaimed in a surprised voice. "Hang on now, I'll explain everything, I promise! I'm sorry I hurt ya with my silence; I didn't know our friendship meant so much to you."

"Well neither did I 'till you ended it" she said, sniffing and turning to face him.

"I never ended it, Darlin'. I was just tryin' to give you some space. Being around you has been...difficult for me lately. I didn't think you'd notice if I backed off a little."

Jean thought she saw the problem now. "Oh Logan, I'm sorry." she said, trying hard not to cry again. "I know I've been a bitch lately! I'm just edge lately between the break-up with Scott and, well…other things. I know I'm emotional but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to drive you away."

"No, Jeanie, you're not a bitch, Darlin' and your emotions didn't drive me away."

"Then what did?" she asked, bewildered.

"Like I said, your... scent." He was looking decidedly uncomfortable now.

"But Logan, I don't understand! You said I didn't smell bad. I'm so confused, I have no idea what you're trying to say."

"It's not that ya smell bad, Darlin', it's just that ya smell so damn good," he said in a low, embarrassed voice. He seemed to realize he was still holding onto her arm and dropped it quickly, as if it had burned him.

"Logan," she said, fighting for control, "Please help me because I'm not sure I'm understanding

you correctly. Did you just say you've been avoiding me because I smell good? Because I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense at all to me."

"All right then, Darlin'" he said tensely, "I'll explain everything in flamin' detail, but you sure as hell won't like it!"

"I'll like anything better than not knowing what the hell is going on!" she snapped back, her temper flaring. She settled herself on the log next to him. "So explain, Logan."

"Ok, Darlin', but first, could you please sit over there upwind of me?" He indicated the log opposite him. "I kinda need a clear head and it's hard ta think when you're sittin' so close."

Wordlessly she moved to the log he had indicated and raised her eyebrows delicately, waiting. With a deep breath, Logan began.

"Ok, how do I start this?" he muttered to himself. "Well, Jeanie, you know a little about my
mutation. You know it makes me almost... animalistic in some ways. My senses are acute, sometimes almost to the point of discomfort, especially my sense of smell."

"So?"

"So when I first met you, I should say smelled you, the reaction was immediate. You smelled...so delicious, Darlin'." Jean hadn't known this.

"Really?"

He grinned, showing his sharp, white teeth. "Yeah, Darlin', I wanted ta eat you up right away like the big bad wolf I am. But I knew it was out of the question cause your scent also told me something else... that you were taken."

"You knew that just from smelling me?" Jean was impressed. "But how?"

"I could smell Scott on you, could smell the sex you'd had with him recently. I knew then you were off limits without even seeing you with him."

Jean could feel herself blushing. "You could smell we'd had sex? But I always shower right after!

I don't see how..."

"Some scents linger." said Logan shortly. "And Scott's smell has been all over you for the whole time I've known you up until about 2 months ago. Then it started ta fade. At first I couldn't figure it out, why his scent on you was less intense even though at that time you were still in his room, presumably sharing the same bed. Then I realized..." his voice got lower, "That he must be... denyin' you, Darlin'. I knew I must be right when your scent got stronger and his got fainter. Also, you seemed... upset, like you weren't gettin' what ya needed. By the time you finally moved out, you smelled so delicious that I could hardly stand ta be around you. So I've been avoiding ya, Darlin'. I'm sorry."

"Well," Jean was almost at a loss for words. She'd known that Logan's sense of smell was acute, but this... She struggled to find her voice. "Is there anything you don't know about my personal life, Logan?" She snapped, tartly.

"I only know what yer scent tells me, Darlin'. That you're available and in want of ...things ya haven't had in a while."

Jean was severely embarrassed that Logan knew about her recent turmoil. She thought she'd been so good at hiding it, but how could she have known he could smell her need? What exactly did she smell like? Delicious, how? Aloud she said only, "What do you mean when you say I smell delicious?"

Logan sighed in exasperation. Jean seemed determined to make him embarrass her. He tried again.

"Hot. Ya smell Hot, Darlin'"

"Hot?" she was determined to understand what the hell he meant. He appeared to decide that tact was getting him no-where. Bluntly he said, "Yes, Hot. Like a bitch in heat, Darlin'" Jean blushed again but he continued. "Can ya blame me for stayin' away from ya, Jeanie? Everytime I got near you, I could smell your need, the way you wanted it so bad. And my head would fill up with things I didn't want ya to see. I know ya get ...um, flashes, pictures, emotions from people you're in close proximity to sometimes, that right?" Numbly, she nodded.

He continued, "So I tried ta stay far enough away not ta offend you, Darlin'. Because your scent is like a…drug for me, especially now. You wouldn't show a man pictures o' naked, desirable woman all day and not expect him ta react, would ya?" She slowly shook her head. "Alright then." Point made, he fell silent.

"Does... does anyone else... know?" She felt she would die of mortification if they did.

"Naw, Darlin'. You know nobody else has anything else like my mutation, except maybe Hank and he's always down in the lab. Besides, you know I'd never tell."

"Good." she felt somewhat relieved, but there was still the issue at hand. She mentally shook herself. "Well, Logan. I do feel better now that I know the reason... you've been avoiding me. But honestly, I don't know what in the world we can do about it."

"Well, Darlin'..." Logan cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Have ya tried... takin' care of yerself?"

"What?" she asked blankly. Surely he wasn't talking about what she thought he was talking about. Logan plowed on.

"Pleasuring yerself, Darlin'." He was turning a bit red as he said it. "At least it might ...um...take the edge off, ya know?"

"Oh." Jean blushed crimson to the roots of her red hair. "It's... um... not the same. Ok?" She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Logan. It was just too awful! The wind shifted again and she caught another whiff of the gorgeous, musky cologne she had notice earlier. Desperate to change the subject, she blurted, "What's that new cologne you're wearing lately, Logan? I've been meaning to ask you..." she trailed off.

"Not wearin' and cologne." he said softly. "Never have, that stuff stinks."

"Um... maybe it's a new shaving cream? Deoderant? Shampoo? Conditioner?" He shook his head at every suggestion.

"All the stuff I use is unscented. Those smells bother me enough on other people. I don't want 'em all over me."

"Well then, what is it?" Jean was mystefied.

"Dunno."

"You do, I can tell!"

"Well, " he was reluctant. "I might have sorta an idea..."

"And?"

"Pheremones." he said simply. "Your sense of smell is nowhere near as sharp as mine but either it's really phenomenal for someone without my mutation or..."

"Or?"

"Or your body is... reacting to mine the same way mine is reacting to yours. Your body is craving well, you know. And I smell good because I'm available."

"That's crazy!" she felt sort of panicky, like her body had played a trick on her and she didn't know what to do about it or how to stop it. "You can't smell pheremones, I saw it on the Discovery channel! They work on your olfactory nerves, sure, but you don't smell them.."

"Search me then, Darlin'." Logan was unruffled. "I know I can smell yours. I do know I've always smelled like I do now, maybe you're just now noticin' my scent."

"Because I'm Hot for it? Is that it, Logan?" She turned her confusion to anger. It seemed safer that way. "Well I have news for you, buddy. I'm not some bitch in heat looking for any mangy old stray to scratch my itch!"

Logan couldn't have looked worse if she'd slapped him. "I know that, Darlin'! You're a lady; that's why you're still... in need. I didn't mean ta offend you. I'm just speakin' plainly, tryin' ta make you understand."

Jean's anger faded but she was still exasperated. "Well, Logan, I'm sorry I snapped at you. But look, we can't let this be a big deal. It will start to affect our work; we can't have that. Also," her voice softened, "I don't want to lose your friendship over something silly. And this is silly. I mean, we've got to live together, got to work together. We've got to go on that mission together next week and I don't care to go to the professor and tell him it's all off because we smell so good to each other we can't stand it. Ok?"

"You're right." he sighed "I've been thinkin' about that too, Darlin'. It's not gonna be easy, ya know. In fact, it's gonna be hard on both of us, I think." He sighed again, more deeply. "But, Jeanie, I'll do my best not to let it affect me. Your friendship means a lot to me too, Darlin'. I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize that. Just... promise ya won't be offended by anything you happen ta pick up from me, Ok?"

"Ok, Logan." How bad could his thoughts be? She would never look an purpose, it would be highly unethical. It was true she sometimes picked things up without trying, though. Especially strong thoughts and emotions. But at least he was willing to work with her on this, to stop avoiding her. She felt a deep wave of relief. Logan's friendship realy did mean a lot to her, especially now. She was more relieved than she'd realized that she hadn't lost it. Life didn't seem so bad, all of a sudden. Impulsively, she stepped forward to give him a hug. He put out a warning hand to restrain her but she was in his arms before he could stop her.

She had hugged him casually before, they had been friends for years, after all and there had always been that pleasant underlying current of sexual tension. The understanding that he wanted he and that their bodies would fit well together had always been like a thought in the back in the back of her mind when she'd touched him before. But now, that pleasant, underlying current had turned into a swollen river that threatened to drowned her. She found that instead of the friendly, casual hug she had intended, she was pressed tightly against him. His arms encircled her tightly and her breasts were smashed against his chest. She could feel a throbbing bulge pressing against her thigh and the delicious musky odor she'd thought was cologne intensified tremendously. Logan was kissing her, his tongue exploring her mouth deeply and she found she was kissing him back. His moth was hard, instant and she welcomed it, wanted him- so badly! She realized she had always wanted him, wanted to taste him. Her head filled with images and she wasn't sure if they were his or hers, and she didn't care. She saw Logan sucking her breasts, thrusting up into her as she rode him, hard and wet and hot... so hot! She realized she was hot for him now, ready for him, why had she waited so long? She reached up to unbutton his shirt and her other hand slid down, to cup his hardness. She suddenly didn't care about anything anymore, she only knew she wanted him, there and then on the forest floor... Her hand slipped inside his jeans and began to stroke him. He gave a low groan but the action seemed to bring him back to himself for he grabbed her hand and jerked it away from his hardness.

"Jeanie, NO!" he gasped. "This is what I was afraid would happed! We've got ta be careful, Darlin'. We can't just give in like this."

Her head felt fuzzy and far away and she could barely think past the heat between her legs. "But why not, Logan? " she asked in a puzzled tone. "I want you, don't you want me?"

"God, Darlin'! If only you knew how much I want you... But not like this. I don't want you to regret it. We've gotta think about this. And we've gotta be carefull."

"You're right." she replied, regaining some control. "It's just that it's been so long... I'm sorry,

I didn't mean to maul you like that." Now that she was back in her right mind, (define that as not touching Logan), she was intensely embarrassed at her actions. What had gotten into her? And what must Logan think of her? "He must think I'm a slut!" she thought and her her cheeks grew red again. Logan seemed to read her mind for he said,

"Listen, Darlin', that... wasn't your fault and I don't think any less of you either. You're just goin' through a difficult time right now, that's all. We've just gotta be... careful, ok?

"Ok Logan. I should go now, I guess."

"I guess so, Darlin'." He stepped out of her way and she stumbled out of the woods feeling if anything, more confused than when she entered them.