A/N: Thank you for the comments/ reviews you all have made throughout the course of this story. Special thanks to Dragon77 who has been faithfully following this story, and to Jutwfiniei, who gave me some pointers on my tenses.

Also, this isn't an AU. Thank you too all my other reviewer's, you all have inspired me to go forth with this story I was about o delete. I was beginning to lose interest but you all have shown me that it is something worth keeping. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Peace and Blessings, Princesslady

P.S. I am going to start using first person point of views from here on out. Hope it doesn't confuse. I'll pout the person's name at the top so you all can know who's speaking and when the point of views change.

Logan

"Wolvy, what's wrong?" her flawless pearly whites began to show as she curled her mouth into a genuine smile that read concern, yet hid honesty and hints of flirtation, "You haven't touched your steak, is it overcooked?"

"I'm fine Jean" I lied, not wanting to hear her say that nickname of mine again. It irked me slightly because of its feminine undertone, "I was just making sure it was done properly. You can't find a medium rare sirloin around here for nothing ya'know."

Her smile widened, that fork of hers stabbing the patch of lettuce she calls a "salad" "I am just making sure. You haven't really talked to me since we got here. Not even on the ride here on your motorbike. I know the motor was slightly loud…"

"Slightly?"

"Okay, okay," she giggled, "It was rather loud, but we could have had a conversation. You just stayed quiet."

"I wasn't in a talking mood."

"Why not?"

I shrugged and began to lift up the silver metal fork that sat besides me, the knife becoming embedded within my grasp next as its partner. "Just not in a talking mood darlin', that a problem wit' ya?"

"Honestly" she picked up her glass of water, took a sip and set it back down, "It is a problem. I want to have a conversation with you Logan."

"We're talkin' now aren't we darlin'?"

"Wolvy." There goes that nickname again, "Please, save the sarcasm. Tell me what's going on with you."

I purposely ignored the question and began to cut into my steak, my full attention becoming directed upon the trivial movements of my knife clawing through the meat as the fork held them both in place. They were partners in homicide. "Can you pass the A1?"

"Logan."

"It's right next to you." I looked up and stared into those emerald green eyes, reading hints of confusion and aggravation by my lack of assistance, "It's the brown bottle with the symbol "A1". Can't miss it."

"Logan."

"I'll get it myself."

"Logan!" her voice held bass and seriousness to it, shocking me a bit by her sudden mood change. She wasn't fooling around now, her playful, flirty demeanor now gone as all joking was thrown to the wind, callousness being the surrogate to the kind demeanor she once possessed "What's wrong?"

"Jean…"

"I mean it Logan" she laid back into the wooden clothed covered chair, eye contact not being taken of from mine, "Tell me."

"Jean…"

"It's Ro isn't it?"

She has my full attention now. "What do you mean?"

She let out a breathless sigh and took that glass of water she had set down moments ago into her hands again, its cool texture brining its condensation upon her hands, tiny water droplets beginning to run down her index finger and thumb in sudden contact, "I know you and Ororo have a thing going on. It's obvious, even though the house doesn't know, I do."

"Why would you think my mind is being occupied by a woman?"

She shrugged and took a long sip of the cool water, my eyes not leaving hers as I watched, from peripheral vision, the water move down her throat. "Because" she set the half empty glass down, "You seem to change when around Ororo."

"Your mistaken darlin'" my attention back on my now sliced steak, still bare without the bitter-sweet taste of the steak sauce I required, "I do not change around Ro'."

"Really now?"

I nodded. "She's a mere friend."

"Oh really?" her eyebrow quirked up in question, her disposition reading doubt and mockery, "So you are telling me that you don't love Ororo, you two are just cordial friends?"

"Yes" I stabbed my four-pronged metal inside one of the pieces of eat, "Nothing but."

"So what are you and I?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know you heard me Wolvy." Her flirtation becoming apparent again, "What are we exactly?"

"You tell me. You're the telekinetic."

She chuckled lightly and began to grazing over her "salad" again, her fork picking at a ripened cherry tomato as its metal stem swirled between her French manicured fingers. "Logan, are you afraid of commitment?"

"You mean marriage?" I placed the forked steak inside my mouth and began to chew, its dryness contributing to the lack of flavor it withheld. Damn these people can't cook.

"No, I mean relationships in general."

"Are you asking if I can stay loyal to one female and one female only?"

"Partially, yes."

"The other part would be?" I was hanging on a thread here.

"What I really mean to say is, are you afraid of commitment. As in, when a relationship becomes steamy and serious, do you…back out and leave?"

"Ah." I pierced another piece of steak, my hand just aching for that A1, "You mean that kind of commitment. To answer your question Darlin', I won't back out of a relationship with someone I truly care for, once I trust them that is."

"Do you trust Ororo?"

She was still trying to press on that issue. Girl got balls. "Why?"

"Just curious, but are you going to answer the question?"

"Nope."

"Why not!" she was taken aback by my counter, my bluntness not accustomed to her untrained persona quite yet, "I won't tell."

"I know you won't" I brought the piece of meat inside my opening and began to chew, the brittle flavor beginning to reign over me once again. I really have to make a complaint, this is too flavorless, even for me "I just don't want my business out there Jean. You understand don't ya?"

"I guess," She sounded crestfallen as her fork finally gutted the tomato, its red juices beginning to run down unto the bed of lettuce, "But I get the feeling you don't trust me, and that you're lying."

"I'm lying?"

"Yes."

"About?"

"Your relationship with Ro'. You two have something going on, I know it."

She just won't give up will she? "Jean, Ro' and I are just friends. I am committed to no woman."

"So what am I, your late night fucks?"

This time, it was my turn to be taken aback by her obvious bluntness, not sure if it was in a serious tone or masked as a playful aspect of concern. "Where'd that come from?"

"Logan, what are we?" she purposely ignored my inquiry, bringing in a question of her own; "I need to know."

"Jean…"

"Logan" she interrupted, her eyes reading softness and seriousness, "What are we?"

I want to tell her the truth about Ro' and I, but it'll only bring about confusion. I want to tell her that we are merely friends, the sex involved in our relationship serving as nothing but a release of stress for me. I want to tell her, that I do love Ororo, but I cannot help but love her as well, my head spinning in confusion from uncertainty about my feelings. I feel like a lovesick woman and I hate that feeling; makes me feel weak.

"Honestly Jean?" she nodded and I inhaled a deep breath, "We are nothing more than friends with benefits. I am not going to lie, I love you, but don't know if I can fully come to terms with my feelings for you darlin'. It's complicated because I love someone else too."

"Who." Her voice trailed off, sounds of choked up tears being heard from her tone. God I'm a jackass "Is it Ro you love too? Are you confused about loving us both?"

"Jean…"

"Answer me Logan" her heartfelt sobs not bothering staying hidden, their salty dampness trailing lines down her rosied cheeks, my heart suddenly feeling like shit for the fact of being honest. "Are you confused about Ro and me?"

"Jean…"

"Please!" she reached out to grasp my balled up hand, her smooth skin making contact with my rugged textured one for some amount of sincerity, "I need to know."

I have no choice. I have to tell her. She wants to know, so I have to swallow my pride and tell the truth. "Yes, I am in love wit' you and Ororo, Jean. I love you, every physical, mental and emotional aspect of you, but at the same time, I feel the same way about Ororo. I can't help these feelings Jean, I just can't. I feel like a fucking pussy just confessing this to you and now I feel like a jackass because I made you shed tears for me." I removed my hands from under hers to move it towards her cheek, caressing the flesh tenderly as I kept my eyes locked with hers, "You and Scott have problems, and you came running to me for comfort. I gave you that comfort through sex and now look where that got us? I have always been in love with you Jean, and I'll never stop loving you. It's just that….once I knew I couldn't fully have you to myself; I began to fall for Ororo. Before I knew it, we were fucking and that screwed emotions up too."

"Scott loves Emma Logan" she rubbed her cheek against my palm, her hand beginning to run over mine as she pressed it further into her cheek, "You're the only person besides the professor who ever loved me."

"….Jean…"

"I don't want to be your sideline ho Logan." She closed her eyes and removed my hand from her countenance, kissing it delicately as those same tears began to cascade down and unto my masculine sized hands, "So I need you to choose who you really do love. This whole….benefit relationship is killing me."

"Jean…"

"I'll need to know my tonight Logan; I can't keep living day after day with a lie clouding my judgment. I love you, my relationship with Scott is over and done because of Emma, and I need to know if my feelings are returned."

"You know they are Jean."

"If that's true, I want to have your full commitment to me. I don't want you to be confused." She released my hands and gave me that stern look with those hypnotizing green eyes again, "It's either me or Ororo. I have to know."

"Is this an ultimatum?"

"No" she got up from her chair to walk around the table and towards me, her hips swaying side to side in a provocative motion I couldn't resist, "It's a decision you have to make by tonight. I must know."

"And if I don't?"

"You might lose one of us for good." She clasped my face in between her hands and brought me in for a sultry kiss, one that had people staring with their attention now concentrated on us, "Tonight Logan." We parted and I felt the sudden need for a cigar. Fast.

A/N: Hope this chapter was okay. I wasn't really focused but I promised I would update my story for you guys. Love your comments and feedback