Stormy Weather 1/2

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Episode:- None

Pairing:- Jean/James

Rating:- M

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Summary:- He'd almost allowed himself to believe that the game they had been playing had run its course and was over and if he was honest he was disappointed at the thought that it might be. Now though as he saw the familiar challenge in her gaze he knew the ball was once again in his court and he would have to come up with something pretty special to match up to this particular round of play.

Author's Note:- Story 3 in the "Play time" fantasies series also a reply to the "thunder storm" Monday challenge, rated for sexual content so if that's not your thing turn back now otherwise enjoy and reviews as always would be very nice indeed!

"Jean where are you?" James called moving through the house in the dark trying to find his wayward partner. It was almost 2am and there was a storm kicking off outside the house that was making it hard to hear his own voice let alone for her to hear him. When he'd woken up to find her missing and realised that the throne and lightening that had been forecast for the night had started in earnest he had a moment of panic that she might have been terrified by the storm and be sitting downstairs in a panic rather than waking him. He didn't' have a problem with storms himself but he knew some people were terrified by them and it was something they had never discussed in the short time they'd been together. "Jean? Sweetheart where are you?"

"I'm in the kitchen." Jean called smiling at him as he came in stopping in his tracks as he realised she was standing at the open French doors to the garden.

"What are you doing? The rain is pelting down out there not to mention the thunder and lightning why are you standing with the door open?" He asked his confusion growing as she beckoned for him to come closer and he stood behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck gently. "Come back to bed I know it's warm and everything but it's still not a good idea to be standing around with the door open in a storm."

"I like the door open I love a thunder storm I love to listen to it and watch the rain it's so passionate and exciting." She whispered as another loud crash of thunder ratted outside and she turned in his arms kissing him with the same passion raging outside.

"Is this the effect thunder storms always have on you?" James smiled when the need for air finally forced them apart and she looked up at him smiling seductively.

"Are you complaining?" Jean asked laughing softly as he shook his head taking her hand and attempting to lead her out of the room toward the bedroom. "No I don't want to go upstairs."

Immediately tuning into what she wanted he backed her toward the kitchen counter pulling her cotton sleep shirt over her head before lifting her onto the cool Formica surface drinking in the throaty moan she gave as he stepped back into her arms.

"You're amazing you know that? You never cease to surprise me." He muttered pushing his pyjama bottoms over his hips and stepping out of them as she smiled at him feeling her pulse race as the storm outside was echoed in the passion building in the room. The sound of the thunder and the crackle of lightening only heightened her desire as his hands skimmed her thighs running up the sides of her body until her reached her breasts kneading them gently teasing her nipples between his teeth as he did. Resting she hands on the counter top behind her she arched into his touch letting his take complete control of the situation as she focused on how he was maiming her feel and the way those sensations were heightened by the storm outside.

"James please..." She muttered when his hands trialled her body brushing her inner thighs his fingers coming tantalisingly close to where she needed him to be most at that moment.

"Yes?" James asked smiling as she glared at him the mock irritation in her gaze only heightening his arousal as he positioned himself between her legs letting his length nudge gently at her centre as she groaned with frustration.

"Make love to me James I need you. Now!" She whispered giving a satisfied cry as he did as she asked thrusting into her with a force that matched the passion of the storm now completely over head the flashes of lightening coming thought the open door and the loud crashes of thunder mirroring the way her body seemed to being set alight by every firm forceful thrust he gave and her cries were drowned out by the crashes of thunder.

Watching as her head fell back, a gentle flush coming to her skin James knew she was close the way the lightening flashing through the dark lit up her eyes making them look like they were on fire with love and desire for him making him even more hungry to watch her give up to her climax before he lost control himself.

"You're so beautiful right now, god I must be the luckiest man alive to have you, you're so amazing you feel so good..." He muttered watching with satisfaction as his words were her final undoing and just as the storm reached its crescendo he felt her pulsate around his length her cries soaking into his consciousness and dragging him with her as she enveloped him in her arms and swallowing his groans in a searing kiss.

"That was amazing I've always wanted to do that." Jean smiled moments later as the sound of the storm lessened and he shook his head playfully. "What? I have and we are supposed to be fulfilling our fantasies now and then aren't we?"

"You planned this? You knew the storm would wake me and I'd come looking for you." James smiled shaking his head again as she nodded. He'd almost allowed himself to believe that the game they had been playing had run its course and was over and if he was honest he was disappointed at the thought that it might be. Now though as he saw the familiar challenge in her gaze he knew the ball was once again in his court and he would have to come up with something pretty special to match up to this particular round of play. He'd have to plan it just as carefully as she had and he couldn't wait.