Suits and Socials
"Don't you have that bow tie?"
Logan looked down at his tuxedo jacket. "Because this isn't ridiculous enough."
Jean smiled. "You look handsome."
She heard incoherent gumbling as he went through the drawers.
Jean had to suppress a laugh. Fights, brawls, end of the world scenarios, and not a word. But a black tie affair? He was almost whiny.
Logan watched the vanity as Jean put on her earrings. Head titled sideways, curls falling over her shoulder, green eyes catching the glint of the jewels. God she's beautiful, he thought.
It doesn't help that her back was to him and she's wearing a slinkly black gown that dips really low at the back.
She stood up and raised her finger as if scolding a child. "No dirty thoughts."
Logan smirked. "Who told you to be a telepath?"
Jean headed to the door when he caught her waist.
"We're running late."
"Are we really?" His hands ran lightly across her bare back and she shivered in spite of herself.
His lips pressed against hers, and she kissing him back. Fingers threading through her hair, he began planting kisses from her jaw to her neck.
"Hey hey," she protested almost drowsily.
His lips were like liquid fire, drawing shivers down her spine.
It was when he started nipping at her neck that Jean drew back. "No no, hickey hickey."
"Ok," Logan grinned. "But can we..." he pulled her close, hot breath on her ear. "you know."
He suddenly spun her to the bed and before she knew it, she was on her back with Logan hovering over her.
Stretching her arms above her head, Jean watched as he stared intensely back.
"Just don't ruin my make up or I'll kill - " He cut her off with another searing kiss. His hands on her sides, cupping her breasts, hiking up her gown.
He gave one last kiss before flipping on his back.
She nuzzled against him and gave a throaty laugh. "What the hell happened?"
"Sex."
"Yeah I got that. But we were getting ready, and," Jean glanced at the clock and sat up, "We're really late."
He sighed as she began straigtening up.
"Ugh, I look like a debauched crazy woman," she exclaimed, wiping lipstick off her cheek.
"My favorite kind," he grinned.
"Shut up. No more sex for you."
He stood up, tucking his shirt. "But if I behave myself tonight and be a complete gentleman, may there be sex later?" he asked innocently.
Pining up her hair, Jean glanced at his refelction. "If you talk to the governor and charm his lovely wife, ok."
His smile broke into a resigned grimace.
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