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Sorry for the delayed update people! Really I am. But my husband left on Mother's Day to go to Bahrain! It is a small island in the Persian Gulf. He is being stationed there for a year! Can you believe it? I am all alone. I miss him so. I have been feeling a bit down about it so that is why I haven't updated. The next update will probably take a bit to get posted cause I want to make sure I finish writing out chapter twelve first. I like to be a good few chapters ahead of my postings. Anyway, keep my husband safe in your prayers! Thank you!
On to the shout outs!
Madhatter668- Yes, I too am a great fan of the slash! And what is better than a Logan slash. But this story isn't about that sadly. Logan's mutation causes his wants to be dominated. A hard thing for him to admit for being such a tough guy.
Mysterio- Correction…Logan wants to be dominated by a man, sexually. We all have to empathize with his situation really. It is hard always to be the top dog. Sometimes it would be easier to have your place taken away. That is the case with Logan. And yes…through this whole story I will try and continue to give you many more "Major Wowness'" So keep on reading!
Jean1- Wow! Your review has to be the longest I have ever received I think. Thanks, it made me feel really good. Now, as for the whole Logan being able to touch Rogue thing…I completely agree with you. I was just meaning for Logan to try to get under Remy's skin. I am also pleased that you enjoyed my explanation on Logan's mutation. I feared that not many people were going to like it . I actually took a chance with that. Hopefully you will enjoy this chapter just as much!
Chica de los Ojos Café- I'm happy that you enjoyed it. I always look forward to your reviews! I know that a lot of people love Romy stories…me being one of them, and I promise that by chapter ten there will be plenty of it, I just felt like the story needed some now, hence the flashback story, Glad you liked it.
spankychaff- Sorry it took so long. Won't happen again…hopefully. If you like that jealousy then honey…you ain't seen nothing yet!
Ingrid- I am getting that a lot for that chapter…that word…"WOW" I get so bored with the ordinary you see. I need more spice in my stories! Keep reading though. It only gets better!
Ishandahalf- Glad that you like my first surprise for my story. Don't be so apprehensive. These are three grown adults. I am sure they know how to act in an appropriate manner. Right? ;)
Rogue gal- I too am a huge Romy fan. Can you believe that they are going to break them up in the comics! I am appalled I tell you! Anyway, yeah, I thought you might like that little flashback of Remy beating the shit out of that guy. I actual decided to put that part in last minute…glad I did though.
jessclifton- Scott? No. But read on in future chapters and Logan and Scott will get very close. No! Not that way pervert! In another way…but it will still lead to loads of trouble! And you need not wait anymore for Jean's fantasy. Here it is…….
Green Eyed Monster
A hearty laugh escaped the Cajuns mouth as he fixed himself and his two friends another round of drinks at the bar. "Who knew?" he said aloud, "Who knew dat our amie Logan was such a freak!" Remy then leaned over the bar slightly and shot Logan with an amused look, one that was covered with mischief, "Thought I had you pegged homme. Never pictured you as dat type befo'."
Logan himself got up and stretched his limbs as he retrieved a cigar from his back pocket. As he made his way toward the bar he managed to smirk at the thief's remark. 'Can't get mad about it now. I took the chance in telling' em and now it's done.' "I'm not gay now. Just got a side of me that I ain't never indulged. You wanted a private fantasy and I gave ya one." He seated himself on one of the bar stools and nodded at Gambit as he passed him a beer. "Let's not make a big deal outta it. And I hope that I ain't gotta repeat that if this gets out I'm gonna fuckin' gut whoever…."
"Don't worry about it Logan," a sweet voice interrupted from behind him, "We both promised not to say anything and we aren't. Isn't that right Remy?" Jean perched herself next to Logan at the mini bar as she continued to gaze at Remy, awaiting his response.
"Course petite, thieves honor," Remy replied as he smirked into his glass.
"Pfft! Thieves honor my ass! You better keep your trap shut or else I'll keep it permanently shut for ya. Got it Cajun!" Logan snarled.
"Like I said Logan, Don' worry." Remy then turned towards Jean and handed her a drink, which she excepted gratefully. As she sipped on her drink she suddenly noticed how quite the room became. When she looked up she saw the eyes of her two teammates staring at her somewhat…expectantly?
"What?" she asked.
"Don' play dumb fille, it don' suit you." Remy chided.
"What he said." Logan added.
Jean sighed inwardly. She might as well get it over with. It wouldn't be right if she backed down now. They had kept their end of the bargain by both going before her and telling a very private fantasy of theirs. Very good ones at that. Both very different, but equally as good.
Remy's story was sexy, naughty, and a bit sleazy. Dutifully watching her husband perform in the Danger Room while she, his wife, is being fucked from behind by the Cajun thief. She felt her panties moisten a bit at that. She never really thought about doing it that way before. Now she feared that she'd never get it off her mind.
Logan's story however was equally as amazing. Only a bit more on the erotic side. She had to admit that the thought of two men having sex before would've of turned her off, however, just imaging Logan with another man…it did something to her. She could mentally picture the rough body of the Wolverine pounding against the flesh of another man. He would be an aggressive lover she would imagine. He would be every bit of the Wolverine that came out during battle. She could also picture herself in between those two men. Why would that excite her so? 'How is that even possible?' Two men at once, she heard of it but never actually knew how it was performed.
And that is when it hit her.
She was horny. She had never been this horny before. Not even with her husband during their most intimate moments. How was that even possible? To have your husband touch you, stimulate you, and still find yourself more aroused by the stories of two other men. Merely stories! But they were stories she would've never imagined on her own. That's when she realized what her fantasy was.
Passion.
She lacked passion in her life. Sure Scott was the love of her life. Sure when they made love she was able to attain orgasm. But there was no passion. She often heard the women of the mansion talking about "mind blowing sex". How they couldn't wait to get home to their men to spend a night of lovemaking. During moments like those she would merely smile and nod her head. She assumed that the other women just thought her to be shy about the subject matter. That was far from the case. Jean never felt the need to rush Scott and screw his brains out. In fact, now that she thought about it, it was usually Scott that initiated most of their lovemaking sessions. He was always gentle and respectful with her. He treated her almost as if she were made of glass. She loved their lovemaking because it made her feel close to him. Intimate.
However, hearing the girls gossip, and now learning of her two companions fantasies…well, she had to admit to herself, she wanted it. The passion.
She took a sip of her drink and sighed. "Well guys, truth be told, I can't say that I have any really juicy fantasies…."
"Bullshit!" Logan snorted.
Before Gambit could put his two cents in Jean continued, "No really. Remy here went into a complete narration of how his perverted mind works and you Logan just basically told us of your unfulfilled needs due to your mutation. Now I never sat around and thought up a story like Remy's and I know that I do not have an animal side like you do Logan…but…" she paused, almost embarrassed to continue.
Both men leaned slightly towards her, waiting patiently, yet at the same time somewhat impatiently for her to go on.
Logan could smell her nervousness as Gambit sensed her embarrassment. Both men felt somewhat bad for her…although not enough to stop her from continuing.
"But what petite?" Remy asked, anxious for her to get to the good part already.
'Here goes,' Jean thought, "But," she continued, "I do have wants."
"Que voulez-vous dire?" Remy asked.
"I mean that I have certain wants, or…desires that I've never…umm…felt before. Certain things…that…uh…I want done…but never…you know…" she trailed off.
'Ya gotta be kidding me." Logan thought to himself as he blew a puff off smoke from his mouth. From the low whistle that came from Gambits direction, Logan was pretty sure that Remy had caught on to what Jean was implying as well.
"Petite, you trying to say dat Scott ain't doin' ya right in de bedroom?" Logan inwardly chuckled at Gambits bluntness. 'No beating around the bush with the Cajun.'
"No!" Jean exclaimed, a tad too forceful for both men's opinion. "He's wonderful! He's so sweet and respectful and attentive! He compliments me and never pressures me. He makes sure I always 'go' before him. He is wonderful. Really."
"Den what's de problem?" Remy asked, a bit confused now.
"It's just that," Jean started, in a low voice, "Scott is always gentle with me. Slow and thorough. He always puts me first during our lovemaking…but…sometimes, I feel like I just…I don't know…just want to be…."
"Fucked." Remy finished for her. He knew at the rate Jean was going, she would've never finished that sentence. "So, I's right. Ol' Scotty ain't doin' right by you in de bedroom." Remy claimed as he straightened his posture and took a drag from his cigarette. He shot a glance toward Logan who was strangely keeping quiet.
"He is doing right Remy! He's just…"
"Mais non petite, he not,"Remy interrupted her with a disgusted look on his face, "You go on and try to convince yourself dat he is but from what you just said now, de trios o us know different."
"I love Scott Remy…"
"I ain't saying ya don' Jean," Remy interrupted again, something she was getting really tired of him doing." Everyone know ya do. But de fact is Scott is lacking in de sex department!"
"You just want an excuse to make fun of him Remy. You guys are always riding him…"
"Yeah we do," Remy interjected, yet again, "But I ain't goin' go and tell him anything 'bout dis. I ain't dat much of a batard! You going and getting all bleme and I don' mean to get you pisse. I's just going by what you tell me. You got wants…things you want done to you. You want rougher sex? You want hair pulling, biting, scratching, maybe more foreplay? I don't know and quite frankly I don't care! De point is dat you got wants! Wants dat Scott should be fulfilling for you. Him being your husband and all."
"Stop trying to make Scott out to be some horrible man at lovemaking! He's not!" Jean stated, trying to undo some of the damage she already created by admitting her secret.
"I'm not Jean…" Remy continued as he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He gave another quick glance in Logan's direction and found him staring straight forward. His eyes unfocused on the wall as he puffed on his cigar. Remy took a the final gulp from his drink and continued with his comment to Jean as he made himself and everyone else another round of drinks. " I'm not saying it's all his fault. Might actually not be his fault at all." He cocked one eyebrow at Jean.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Jean asked, getting slightly defensive.
"Cyclops your first, non?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"I don't see as how that makes any difference." Jean replied haughtily.
"Make all de difference in de world femme," Remy laughed, as he lit himself another cigarette, "You too busy wanting to keep dat image of being de perfect dame to your husband dat you sufferin' for it."
"What!"
"De man can't give ya what ya want if he don' know you want it Jean." Remy told he knowingly.
Jean was not enjoying the tone Remy was using with her. It was as if he were speaking to a child. Scolding almost. And the fact that Logan was just sitting there, smoking his stupid cigar and sipping on his damn beer just irked her even more. She chugged down the drink that Remy had made for her then pointed to the empty glass, a signal for Remy to refill it, to which he did with a shrug and a smirk. 'Thank God telepaths have a strong resistance to alcohol.' she thought to herself.
"Don't preach to me what you don't know everything about Remy, " Jean stated, "Besides, Scott and I have a link. If he really wanted to know what was in my head then all he has to do is look."
"Ain't you de one always saying to respect other peoples mind…and to respect peoples private thoughts petite?" Remy said very condescendingly. Logan merely snorted in response to what Gambit had said, proof that he was in fact listening to everything that was being said.
"That's besides the point!" Jean exclaimed. She was getting frustrated fast. Remy, with his cool, calm, and collected demeanor. Logan, with his silence! 'Oh…wait! He did snort!' she thought to herself, 'What the hell was that? A snort?' "The point is," she continued out loud, "Is that all the information that he needs is right here in my mind. It's all laid out for him there. All he has to do is look."
'What ever happened to good ol' conversation?" Remy laughed at her.
She hated that. She hated the fact that he would laugh at her. "We have powers for a reason. We should use them."
"You spoiled with dem powers."
Laugh.
'Stop laughing.'
"I'm just saying it would be easier that way!"
"Spoiled!"
Another laugh.
'Stop laughing!'
"No! I'm not! I'm just saying it would be easier for him to find out what I'm feeling!"
"Easier?"
"YES!"
"How dat not spoiled?"
Another laugh.
"Because it's not!"
Laugh again.
"You just too lazy to use your mouth den?"
Yet another laugh.
"No! Why should we talk when we are gifted with our powers….a psychic link?"
"Okay Magneto!"
Condescending laugh.
That did it.
"All I'm saying is that all I want and need…all my fantasies are right here in my mind! In my head!" she screamed as she pointed to her temple, "If Scott wanted to…if he really wanted to then all he has to do is take a peek! That's all! All he has to do is look!"
"Have you?"
"OFCOURSE!" It slipped out of her mouth before she even realized it. So quickly did the Cajun ask it, and so angry she was that she didn't even realize what she just admitted till it was too late. 'Oh God.' Busted.
Hypocrite.
The word just hung in the air. Remy merely stood there, puffing away on his cigarette, a slight knowing smile playing on his lips. It seemed to her almost as if he knew where the conversation was going the whole time. Logan for his part merely stared at her. No expression written on his rugged features at all.
Logan had wanted to put his two cents here and there during their whole conversation. He also wanted to make a few jokes at Cyclops's expense. But with the way that Gambit kept riding Jean, he knew that something big was going to come out of it.
He'd seen Remy in action before. The way he would get information out of people was quite amazing. His body language always remained relaxed, yet at the same time it seemed at any moment he would jump up and spring at you. Beating the shit out of you if he didn't like your answers. His voice would never falter. It would always remain smooth, monotone, almost friendly. Yet at the same time, he would almost come off as scary. Deadly. His eyes would seem to emit a soft glow. A hypnotizing glow. A glow you just couldn't tear your eyes away from, because if you did then you would be afraid that you would never see anything as beautiful and amazing, yet morbidly horrid again. The poor sap that Remy would be questioning, whomever they may be, always appeared to be in trance. A euphoric state. It was Gambit's 'Charm" power. His ability to put his chosen victim in a slight state of hypnosis. Just another weapon in the deadly Cajun's arsenal. Unfortunately for Jean, the poor sap this time was herself.
Yeah, he felt bad for Jean during Remy's little interrogation, but finding out what they just did? It was worth him keeping his mouth shut. 'If she doesn't even respect her own husbands mind, who's to say she hasn't been in anyone else's?' he thought. A question for another time.
Feeling quite uncomfortable with the silence, Jean decided to break it. Whether it was out of guilt or the need to defend herself from what she said was still to be determined. "We're married!…It's different…there shouldn't be any secrets!" Her voice lowered a bit as said sincerely, "I wouldn't do it with any of you…I promise…it's just…I don't know…especially with the whole Emma situation, I just…wanted to see…I don't know what…but I never thought…"
"Thought what petite?" Remy asked gently. He knew that this secret was by far much different and more to the source of the current pain he felt pouring out from her. A change in attitude was in order for him now.
Jean looked at her drink. 'Why is it so hard to tell them?' she argued with herself. 'It can't be worse than everything I've already said.'
Logan, deciding that this was as good a moment as any to end his silence finally spoke up, "Whatcha see in his head darlin'?" His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with genuine concern and trust. Gambit continued to stare at Jean, a suspicious look etched on his features. By what Logan asked and Jean's body language, he had the suspicion that whatever Jean saw in Scott's head wasn't necessarily very good.
Jean took a deep breath before beginning, "Yes, Scott was my first. It was my dream to loose my virginity on my wedding night. When that night came…it was wonderful." Jean's eyes seemed to have a far away gleam as she became momentarily lost in memory. "It was everything I imagined. He was so sweet. So caring. Always the gentleman, my Scott.' Her voice became more stronger and louder as she went on. "Time went by and everything remained the same. I didn't know any better…I was never with anyone else. I thought that was how it was supposed to be. But then one night…one night us girls decided to go out…it was Rogues birthday actually, remember? We all took her out for a girls night?" she asked them.
They both nodded their heads in confirmation that they remembered the night in question. How could they not? No men were allowed to go, much to the men's disappointment. Especially Remy's. They had something 'special' in store for their resident Southern Belle.
"Well," Jean continued, "That night, we were teasing Rogue relentlessly. I mean, she was quite embarrassed being where we were. And seeing as how she had never seen a naked man before…well, you can just imagine, she…"
"WAIT! WHAT!" Remy jumped in, "Naked man? Where in l'enfer were you femmes at?"
Jean looked quite sheepish, "OH…umm…we took her to a strip club. Didn't you know?"
"NON! Mon chere said you guys went dancing!"
"Heh, always wondered were you ladies went that night. Coming home with all kinds of different men's scents on ya…" laughed Logan.
"Anyway," Jean went on rapidly, not to finish her story but to take Remy's mind off of Rogue at a strip Club, 'Wonder how much more crazy he'd get if he ever finds out what Orroro and I made those strippers do to Rogue. Poor dear still can't help blushing when someone is eating a banana split.' "We were teasing her and after a good amount of drinks Rogue started asking us questions."
"Whaddya mean, 'questions'?" Logan asked not too happy about where this story was going with Rogue.
"Well, sexual questions. I mean…questions about sex. The act itself." Jean clarified.
Remy, now very interested in what Jean had to say leaned forward on the bar, his upper body resting on his forearms. 'Ma chere want to know about sex? Dis gotta be good!' "What kind of questions she asked Jean?" Remy asked very eagerly.
Logan gave Remy a dirty look as he reached across the bar to smack him across the back of his head.
"OWW! Quoi!"
"To make a long story short," Jean went on as Remy rolled his eyes at her. She obviously wasn't going to tell him what Rogue asked. "We started talking about sex and our sex lives and stuff like that. That is when I realized that some of what the others girls were talking about…well…I never experienced. I thought you were supposed to share everything with your spouse. Some of the things they were saying, well, they were doing with guys they just started dating! I let it slide at first. I thought to myself, 'Jean, Scott respects you. What we have is true love.' At that time I was still somewhat new to sex also. I also thought that Scott didn't enjoy that type of lovemaking. I was under the impression that he enjoyed it more on the gentle side. At least, that's what I thought…until…until…" she trailed off. Too angry and emotional to continue.
She needn't have worried. Logan finished it for her.
"Emma."
Emma. Oh how she loathed the name. She nodded her head in response. "Scott started getting more and more…passionate in bed. A little more rough. It all started off slow so I thought he was trying to get me used to it. At this point, I didn't know what was going on with Emma of course. I thought that maybe he waned to start experimenting in the bedroom now that a good amount of time had passed in our marriage. I though that he thought I was ready for it. The only thing I found odd at the time was that it seemed like he felt guilty about it." Seeing the two confused faces in front of her, Jean elaborated a bit more, "It's was like, during our lovemaking, if he happened to get a bit too rough, he would stop all of a sudden…apologize if he might of hurt me. I think he thought I wouldn't want it like that. I tried to assure him that I was comfortable, but no matter what I did or said, nothing worked. I didn't know how to approach him about it. So, one night, I decided while he was sleeping, that I would take a peek at his thoughts. To give me some idea what he was thinking…nothing more, I promise! So, I peeked."
She stopped suddenly from her story. She remain silent, her eyes staring straight ahead. No expression written on her lovely features.
Remy and Logan shared a worried look.
'Petite?"
"Jeannie?"
Her voice came out so low, it could barely be heard, "She was in his thoughts."
"Who…?" Logan asked, "Emma?"
Jean nodded her head in response.
"He was dreaming about her?" Logan asked. At her silence he tried to comfort her, "Aw Honey, that ain't so bad. All men dream of women. Scott loves you and just cause he was dreaming of…"
During his comment Jean began to shake her head vigorously. Her eyes clenched shut, hoping to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Petite?"
She took a deep breath and groaned. "She was in his thoughts!" she exclaimed louder. Realization hit Logan first. "You mean…?"
"YES!" she cried.
"Quoi?" Remy asked, obviously still confused.
"Yes, Scott was dreaming Remy," Jean explained in a somewhat distressed tone, "but as a telepath, Emma can enter anyone's dreams. It's sometimes referred to as 'Dreamscaping'. She put herself in Scott's dream. She planted herself there as if she were some type of damn weed. On purpose!" She then hurriedly spat out in a tone that clearly indicated her disgust with the whole thing, "And from what I saw, I know it wasn't the first time it must of happened! It was way too…detailed."
Neither Remy or Logan knew what to say. Both were a bit shocked at the revelation. They knew that Emma flirted with Scott a lot. They also knew that it appeared that Scott didn't mind all that much. I mean, who would? Emma was drop dead gorgeous! They just no idea the whole thing between them went so in depth. Curiosity got the better of Gambit, "What you see Jean?"
Jean shot him with a look that clearly stated if he was stupid. "Do you really have to ask Gambit?"
"Je suis desole mon belle femme. It just dat I can't imagine Scott sharing thoughts like dat with Emma."
"Yeah, well…welcome to the club of blind idiots Remy," Jean mumbled sadly.
To anyone else, especially non-mutants, it wouldn't seem like it wasn't that big of a deal. Heck, it was just sharing thoughts right? Wrong! Being around telepaths as much as Remy was, you begin to learn things about them. Things like, if a telepath gets hurt on the Astral Plane, the injuries become physical. Or, if you are tortured mentally, then the pain manifests itself physically. The emotions you feel there, you feel in reality. Be it pain or pleasure. So, if you would do the math, then that would mean that if Scott and Emma were doing…what they were doing and both were in consent about it, then that would mean Scott was in a whole world of pleasure the time Jean entered his mind. Pleasure brought to him by another woman. A woman who Jean happens to despise. And Jean probably felt all that pleasure that her husband was feeling. How could she not? Her being an Omega class telepath and all. And sense she was such a powerful telepath, it probably felt like a slap in the face. Scott might of well had done it physically with Emma, because it would've felt the same for Jean either way. "Poor petite."
Logan for his part was fuming. Scott knew what it was like to be a telepath. He knew that if Jean were to ever find out then to her it would feel as real as the pain that shot out of his knuckles every time he unsheathed his claws. 'I'm gonna rip him a new one!' he thought angrily to himself. 'No wonder Jean's been so put off lately.' Then it hit him. If Emma was entering Scott's thoughts and Scott was getting more rough under the sheets with Jean, could that mean that Emma was in his thoughts during the time they were making love as well?
Hearing Jeans sniffle, Logan's eyes looked up to meet hers. She was staring at him as she gave him a silent nod. Obviously he must have been projecting his thoughts because she just confirmed his suspicion. He couldn't help the low growl that escaped from his being.
Tears began to trail down her cheeks. She couldn't help it. She couldn't keep them in any longer as her emotions go the better of her.
"Aww…don' do dat belle." Remy cooed to her as he made his way from behind the bar to stand next to her, bringing her into his gentle embrace. He knew that with his empathy powers, he could make her feel better in a heart beat. But Jean needed this. She needed to get all this pain out. Remy now felt a little bad for hassling her so much before. "Don' cry. You cry den dat chienne gonna win. Je suis desole pour ceci. It was mon idee to play dis sot game. I wanted to get you're mind off of whatever was bothering you mais now look. I fucked it up royally Hahn? Je suis desole."
"No, no it isn't Remy," Jean sniffled into his chest, "I really…sniff sniff…needed to get this out. I've been…been keeping it in…sniff…for too long now."
"Ya damn right ya did darlin'" Logan gruffly proclaimed, "Scott had no right to do that to ya. What the heel did he have to say for himself when ya confronted him!"
Jean suddenly stiffened in Gambit's arms. "Petite?" Gambit asked, noticing the change in her body language.
Before Gambit could stop her, she quickly removed herself from Remy's arms, wiped her tears, grabbed her drink and moved towards one of the couches, her back facing them. Her action caused both men to eye each other, then Jean suspiciously. "Ya did confront him, right darlin?" Logan asked.
Her silence was answer enough. Both Remy and Logan had to roll their eyes to that. 'I don' in understand femmes. Dey yell at ya if you don' notice a fuckin' haircut, but let shit like dis slide!"
"How could ya not say anything!" Logan's outburst brought Remy out of his inner musings. Obviously Logan was a bit more forward to get his point across than Remy was at the moment. Logan snuffed out his cigar in the ashtray, grabbed his beer and marched his way over to where Jean was seated. The fact that she continued to keep her back to him as he seated himself next to her did not escape his notice, "Don't pretend you didn't hear me darlin!"
Just as before, Jean abruptly shot up and briskly walked to the door that led to her room. "I'm getting tired, I think I'll go to bed now." Remy was having none of that however. In one swift movement, he pushed himself from the bar over to her, grabbed her wrist, swooshed her around and had her seated back in her spot before she even realized what happened. "I don' think so ma belle." Remy stated as he kneeled before her.
"Guys," Jean began in a pleading voice, "We had an agreement. We spoke about our secret desires. I told you mine. Discussion over. Now, we have a plane to catch in a few hours so I suggest we go to bed to sleep off this alcohol."
"Darlin', our plane don't leave till six this evening. It's only seven fifteen a.m. now. We got time." Logan then continued in a more gentle tone, "Come one Jeannie. Tell us. Why didn't ya confront Cyke about it? We're only trying to help."
With Gambit kneeling in front of her and Logan seated beside her, she was cornered to the side of the couch. She could easily use her telekinesis to remove them, but she knew they were indeed only trying to help her. And maybe a part of her did want to now why she did confront her husband. 'Why didn't I confront him?' But she knew why.
"Even though I was angry at Scott because of what he did. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him that I knew." she admitted sadly.
"Porqoi?'
"I saw everything they did and felt. The only difference is that despite Emma being connected to Scott Psychically during their…meetings, she had to keep the connection light…you know, to make sure I didn't feel it through our link as we slept. It was only a misfortune for them that I found out. You see, when I went into Scott's head I saw everything that he was feeling. The pleasure and the disgust." At their somewhat shocked expressions, she gave a small laugh and continued, "Even though he enjoyed his moments with Emma, he still thought of her as a slut, a whore. He sees any woman having sex other than in a respectful manner as some type of whore. How could I yell at him for being with Emma, who he considers a whore, when deep down I want the same things done to me that Emma enjoys." her rant ended in sobs. Sad, miserable sobs.
Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. All he could do at that moment was shake his head as he stared at Jean. She seemed broken. Like a puppy without a home. Beaten. Like she'd given up. There was no more fight left in her it seemed. "Jeannie, that doesn't make you a whore! Don't let yourself think that way. What Scott did was wrong! Don't try to justify it. He thinks Emma is a whore? Well she is! She's mind fucking' Scott whenever she gets the chance! Yell! Scream! Get mad! It's your right!" He then firmly grabbed her chin and turned her head so that she was facing him, "But don't let them walk all over you. You do that…then they win."
"But…"
"But nothing' darlin'," Logan said, "Emma's a hoe. Everybody knows that."
"But what makes me so different from her if I want the same things she does? Scott thinks…"
"De difference is petite, "Remy said as he interrupted Jean, "Is dat you be his wife. If he really respect you den he would see dat de things you want are just wants that your body craves! Dat don't make you a whore! You want to do dese things with your husband, not every guy you come across. He as your husband should understand dat. Comprenez?" Remy scooted closer to her and handed her a tissue. "Ici mon petite beaute."
Jean suddenly noticed how close both men where actually to her. Logan was pressed right into her side. The hand that had cupped her chin had somehow found it way around her shoulders. Remy was kneeling directly in front of her, One of his hands was holding hers and the other was resting on her knees, making small circling motions of comfort. She all of a sudden became very hot. If is was because of the mass amounts of alcohol that she had consumed or because of the two dangerously gorgeous man that were situated so close to her, she didn't know.
Their stories each replayed in her mind. She knew from before that Logan wanted her. She could still feel his attraction and lust for her from time to time. Finding out tonight that Remy had also secretly wanted her made her feel good as well. They both wanted her. They both wanted her in ways that she wanted to be wanted. It made her feel wonderful to know that they wanted her like that and not think of her as dirty for it. She felt her panties become moist as well as her nipples harden. God how she wanted them both. That's is when the little bulb in her head came on. 'Scott got his kicks elsewhere. His 'secret' desires where fulfilled, why can't I have mine fulfilled as well?'
She could.
She would.
"I don't want him to understand", so softly had she spoken that both men had to lean in closer to her to hear what she was saying, "I want revenge."
And before either Remy or Logan could process what she said or what she was doing, Jean grabbed the collar of Remy's shirt and pulled him towards her for a searing kiss.
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WHA?
Umm…..maybe she just tripped….yeah, that's it!
Holy hell…I can't believe I made it to chapter seven. I swear I thought I wouldn't even make it to chapter three. I have to go pat my self on the back now.
PAT PAT.
Anyway…thanks to all who reviewed! I really appreciate it!
Translations-
Homme- man
Petite- small
Fille- girl
Que voulez-vous dire- what do you mean
Mais non- but no
Batard- bastard
Bleme- livid
Pisse- pissed
L'enfer- hell
Mon chere- my dear
Qoui?- what?
Je sius desole- I am sorry
Chienne- bitch
Je suis desole pour ceci- I am sorry for this
Mon idee- my idea
Sot- stupid
Hahn?- huh?
Porqoi?- why?
Compreneze- understand
Ici mon petite beaute- here my little beauty
Next Time- Come on people! Do I really have to even say it?