Disclaimer: Nope, they aren't mine. But I treat 'em like my bitches anyway. J LOL vangiekitty
DELICIOUS………DISTURBING part 9
The next morning after her heart to heart talk with Logan, Jean
woke up feeling very strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on
how or why. It wasn't exactly the feeling you get when your body is
fighting a flu germ and you are about to get sick, but it wasn't
completely unlike it either. Her head felt strange, it throbbed and
she felt pressure but strangely, no pain. Her thoughts were thick and
fuzzy, almost as though she had a hangover. And her body, well,that was
the strangest thing of all. Her body , her skin rather, was super-
sensitive. She felt as though she could identify each individual fiber
in her blanket from touch alone. The sensation of Logan's cotton t-
shirt rubbing against her naked breasts was almost an agony, it felt so
good. And to top it all off, she felt hot all over, almost exactly as
if she were running a high temperature. Yet, she had none of the aches
and chills which usually accompany a fever. It was as if her whole
body had gone into high gear;all her senses were tuned to an abnormally
high pitch and she wondered languidly if this was how Logan was all the
time; if this was how he saw the world.
"How difficult for him if so." She thought, still lounging in
her bag. Logan had already gone off to get a bath in the river and
recommended that Jean do the same before he left. He had even, rather
pointedly, Jean thought, tossed her another one of his clean t-shirts
to use as a towel. She could tell he would be relieved when she washed
his scent off of her body; it made being around her very difficult for
him. It had not even entered her brain to tell him about her strange
feelings this morning. Somehow, it didn't seem important. It didn't
occur to Jean that she normally would have reported any physical
changes immediately when on a dangerous mission. There was a new voice
in her head; a dark, velvety growling voice that said it was no big
deal. "Let's just leave Logan alone, shall we?" The dark, honeyed
voice purred inside her skull. "After all, the poor man's got enough
on his mind, as we saw last night. Hmmm, Jeanie?" A picture of Logan
on his knees in the forest, calling out her name played across her
forebrain like an erotic movie. Only in this movie, she saw herself
stride over to the kneeling man and lift her shirt, pressing his face
between her breasts……… "Yesss," hissed the voice in her brain, "That's
how it should have happened, Jeanie. But you were too scared…… You
just need a little confidence, sweetie………and the willingness to do
things you never imagined. But I can imagine all sorts of things……"
For the first time, Jean began to be a little scared. The voice
in her brain: it didn't sound like her own, normal internal voice. It
was much wilder, much darker. She shook her head, violently, as though
trying to clear the strange thoughts out of it by sheer force. Just a
strange dream, maybe, one that lingered into the morning a little. At
this reassurance, she found the energy to get up and get moving. Time
to take that bath in the river. Surely the cold water would dissipate
all the cobwebs in her head, all the crazy nightmares. She pulled open
the flap of the tent and grabbed Logan's clean t-shirt. She moved
purposefully towards the river but though she tried to concentrate on
the beauty of the morning, and the importance of her mission, she kept
thinking she heard a soft, disturbing laugh. And the laugh was from
inside her head, not outside.
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Author's Note: Is Jean losing it? Will she go over to the dark side? Or will she be able to fight the intense sexual urges of her body successfully? Or will her mind snap under the pressure? Or what? Ha. All will be revealed soon. If you are interested in this series, let me know what you think should happen. In essence: should they get sum or not? I'm sort of torn on that one. Jvangiekitty
