This is just a short little piece I wrote one day. It is not part of a bigger story. As always all the characters are not mine, and are owned by Marvel.
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I'm in my room, lying in bed. I can't see her, but I know she's there. I can feel the heat from her body. She's close, standing to my right, next to the bed. Suddenly I feel her weight pressing down on the mattress next to me. Her hands are slick with something, moisturizer I think, as she runs them across my chest. I lie still trying not to move. I'm afraid if I move, if she knows I'm awake, that she'll leave, and I couldn't bear that.
Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands creep down my body. Their destination is clear, and I shiver at the thought. Abruptly she stops, and I curse myself for my lack of control. Then, I feel her warm breath on my face. She's no more than inch from me, her breasts press against my chest. She's trying in vain in the darkness, to see if I'm awake. It takes every ounce of control I have not to wrap my arms around her, and pull her lips to mine. But I manage.
She's gone again, back to the foot of the bed, and her hands resume their journey. It takes only seconds for her to wrap her delicate fingers around me. She starts slowly, moving her hand up and down the length of my flesh, but soon her pace quickens. I'm mere moments from orgasm when she stops. I fear she's changed her mind, that she can't go through with it. Then I feel her hand around me again. But it's different now, she's gripping it tightly. Her weight shifts on the bed, she's squatting over me, guiding me inside her. Again she starts slow. She wants to enjoy the pleasure my flesh brings her. But her lust soon overwhelms her, and her actions become frantic. She's slamming her body against mine, and with each downward stroke she fully envelops me.
Without warning my orgasm is upon me. The floodgates of my desire open, and I quench the thirst of her womb. Her body falls limp a top mine, and I fight the urge to stroke her nubile young body. She listens to my heartbeat, as it slowly returns to normal. Satisfied that I'm still asleep, she finally relaxes and drops her mental defenses. For the first time since she entered my room, I can read her thoughts. What I find, equally disturbs and intrigues me.
Confident her mission is complete, she unseats herself from my body, climbs from the bed, and leaves the room. My secret desire to bed my young pupil sated, I fall into a blissful slumber. I awake the next morning, and the day seems brighter. I dress and go to breakfast. She is there, and so are my other students. I gaze openly at her now, there is no need for pretense. I sense her discomfort, and soon the others as well. They are more confused, than they are disturbed. I know soon they will only have more questions.
"Jean, I think we need to talk."
"About what Professor?"
"Our baby, of course."
THE END
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If anyone is interested in working on an AU Ultimate X-Men fic with me. Please drop me an e-mail.
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I'm in my room, lying in bed. I can't see her, but I know she's there. I can feel the heat from her body. She's close, standing to my right, next to the bed. Suddenly I feel her weight pressing down on the mattress next to me. Her hands are slick with something, moisturizer I think, as she runs them across my chest. I lie still trying not to move. I'm afraid if I move, if she knows I'm awake, that she'll leave, and I couldn't bear that.
Slowly, ever so slowly, her hands creep down my body. Their destination is clear, and I shiver at the thought. Abruptly she stops, and I curse myself for my lack of control. Then, I feel her warm breath on my face. She's no more than inch from me, her breasts press against my chest. She's trying in vain in the darkness, to see if I'm awake. It takes every ounce of control I have not to wrap my arms around her, and pull her lips to mine. But I manage.
She's gone again, back to the foot of the bed, and her hands resume their journey. It takes only seconds for her to wrap her delicate fingers around me. She starts slowly, moving her hand up and down the length of my flesh, but soon her pace quickens. I'm mere moments from orgasm when she stops. I fear she's changed her mind, that she can't go through with it. Then I feel her hand around me again. But it's different now, she's gripping it tightly. Her weight shifts on the bed, she's squatting over me, guiding me inside her. Again she starts slow. She wants to enjoy the pleasure my flesh brings her. But her lust soon overwhelms her, and her actions become frantic. She's slamming her body against mine, and with each downward stroke she fully envelops me.
Without warning my orgasm is upon me. The floodgates of my desire open, and I quench the thirst of her womb. Her body falls limp a top mine, and I fight the urge to stroke her nubile young body. She listens to my heartbeat, as it slowly returns to normal. Satisfied that I'm still asleep, she finally relaxes and drops her mental defenses. For the first time since she entered my room, I can read her thoughts. What I find, equally disturbs and intrigues me.
Confident her mission is complete, she unseats herself from my body, climbs from the bed, and leaves the room. My secret desire to bed my young pupil sated, I fall into a blissful slumber. I awake the next morning, and the day seems brighter. I dress and go to breakfast. She is there, and so are my other students. I gaze openly at her now, there is no need for pretense. I sense her discomfort, and soon the others as well. They are more confused, than they are disturbed. I know soon they will only have more questions.
"Jean, I think we need to talk."
"About what Professor?"
"Our baby, of course."
THE END
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If anyone is interested in working on an AU Ultimate X-Men fic with me. Please drop me an e-mail.