"What's the matter" Scott asked. "Nothing" Jean snapped. "I just don't feel like it tonight". "You haven't felt like it any night since we got engaged" the man replied. Turning Jean looked to the man who sat at the end of their bed. Even with his glasses on the look on his face was enough to make a grown man cry. Like a beaten puppy.
Sighing Jean reluctantly pulled the covers off of her as she moved to join her fiancé at the end of the mattress. It was true that she loved Scott in nearly every way imaginable except for the one that mattered. In all the three years they had been the two had only had sex a total of five times. Three on his birthday and twice during a drunken Christmas party out of town. She hated when he asked her if they could have sex. It was like a child asking its mother for a bottle of milk and the memory alone was enough to sicken her.
As her thoughts deepened on the subject of sex her mind wandered back to Logan and their brief encounter on that very same bed. He had been so much in control of the situation and for once she had felt like a woman. As the image intensified she felt her legs squeeze tight together as a familiar wetness came between them.
Looking down Jean sighed as a slight tinge of guilt hit her. Leaning forward she kissed his cheek moving away when he turned to meet her lips with his own. "It's late" she said. I have a class to teach tomorrow morning and you need to be well rested for training sessions with Logan. Jean paused at the verbalization of Wolverines name despite her anger over what he had done to her a part of the woman still hungered for more and she was ashamed of herself for it.
Taking Scott's hand she pulled the man as she slid her legs back beneath the covers of their bed. "Come" she said again. "We need to sleep". Sighing Scott gave in as he always had the gentle look in his loves eyes enough for him for now. Or at least that's what he told himself.