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Changes Sequel – III. War + Epilogue – Epilogue Part 5

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill him!" Logan cursed for the at least 100th time since the plane had left the airport and gripped his armrest hard.

Jean shook her head, smirking. "It's not that bad, honey," she tried to soothe Logan, but it didn't help at all. The feral looked like a ghost as soon as the plane made the tiniest movement. "It's your own fault, baby. It was you who booked the flight."

"Coz you always wanted to go t'go t'Paris!" he growled and closed his eyes, groaning. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill him!"

Jean sighed and put her book away. "Try to get distracted then," she told him and stretched her legs as good as she could, feeling his eyes on them instantly as her skirt moved upwards a bit. She rolled her eyes at him. "See? And already it helps. Perv!"

He cocked an eyebrow at her when she unfastened her seatbelt and got up. "Where're ya goin'?"

"Restroom, honey. Think you can stay calm for a couple of minutes?" she teased him playfully and he glared at two guys that were clearly staring at her.

Heaving a deep breath, Logan tried to relax and looked out of the window. They still had at least 4 hours to go and he felt miserable beyond words. If he could, he would parachute out of that plane. He hated flying. He still didn't know what had gotten into him to book that flight. And it didn't help at all that this goddamn pilot loved to fly curves.

"Are you going to Paris too?" a female voice asked to his far left and he turned just to feel the strong need to groan inwardly. It was one of the chicks that had already winked at him at the airport and didn't make any secret out of her intentions. She was accompanied by Stupid Blonde 2 and 3, all of them flashing their bright smiles at him and obviously dying for a reply.

"That's not the plane t'Timbuktu then?" he grunted and he couldn't believe they actually laughed. Where the hell was Jean?

"You're funny!" Stupid Blonde 2 giggled and he heaved a very deep breath.

"Do you know that redhead next to you? I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind switching seats with us. Don't you think girls?" Stupid Blonde 1 suggested and received excited nods. "We should ask her."

"Right…," Logan nodded annoyed. "Coz 3 fit into one seat…"

"Well, two can sit on your lap, right, girls?"

Logan rolled his eyes at that and gave his watch an impatient look.

"What hotel are you staying at?" Stupid Blonde 3 asked next.

"Not yours!"

"We're staying at the Park Hyatt," she informed him and he, again, groaned inwardly.

Of course they were staying at this hotel. Just his luck. He sighed and got up.

"Where're you going, sugar?" Stupid Blonde 1 asked curiously and he gave her a rather sour smile that still made her grin even wider at him.

"I just decided t'jump outta this plane," he replied and turned, shaking his head at their happy giggles. He stopped in front of the restroom and knocked. "Darlin'?" he asked and waited, hearing her opening the door.

"What is it? Do you feel sick?" she asked concerned and fumbled with her hair.

Taking her in, he smirked and looked to his right and left before he entered the way too small restroom, closing the door behind him and locked it.

"Logan!" Jean hissed, but couldn't hide her smile as he squeezed in behind her and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling on it while his hands stroked up her legs and pushed up her skirt. "Perv!"

"Me, darlin'?" he asked and gave her a crocked grin. "Sorry, but who is suddenly wearin' a pretty short skirt, hm?" He chuckled as her face flushed noticeably. "See? Dirty birdy. Just admit ya have been thinkin' about this, Jeannie. Anythin' else would be a lie." He gently bit the crook of her neck, making her gasp and felt some invisible hand making short work of his belt and zipper. He growled low in his throat and his eyes darkened for a moment as his feral side took over.

"Don't you dare tear my undies!" she warned him and bit her lip as he sucked on a sensitive spot on her neck. Her heart was pounding in her chest as he pushed her undies down and her skirt further up, his right leg parting hers as he got into position. Their eyes met in the small mirror in front of them and Jean reached out to brace herself against the wall as he pushed in.

When Logan opened the door again he was instantly met with an angry looking stewardess that was obviously dying to get on his throat. He told Jean mentally to go ahead and that he would deal with that woman. Turning on his charm, he smirked at her and all Jean could see above her shoulder was that the woman turned bright red and turned on her heels faster than she thought was possible on these shoes, whereas Logan looked more than smug and came back over to their seats. She let him sit back on his seat at the window and sat down next to him, glad that there was no armrest between them. A look outside of the window showed her that it was already night on the outside and she stifled a yawn. "What did you tell her that left her so embarrassed?" she asked curiously and snuggled up to him.

Logan chuckled and gave the three blonds, who were glaring at Jean, a glare in return. "I only told her that if she wanted t'join us she could have just knocked."

"You're unbelievable…," she sighed, but smiled and closed her eyes as he wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Much," he nodded and rested his head on top of hers, also closing his eyes. "I'm still gonna kill that bastard!"

"By the way…," she mumbled and yawned. "You're really going to keep that short hair and clean-shaven face for the whole trip?"

"I promised on our weddin' day, didn't I?"

"I'm just saying you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, Logan."

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. "I promised so I'm stickin' t'it. Let's sleep now, darlin'. The less I'm aware of that bastard, the better."

"You still want to kill him afterwards anyway…," she mumbled sleepily.

"Ya can bet on it!" he growled.

X

After the, what Logan dubbed most horrible flight ever, they had gotten their luggage and travelled toward their hotel. Jean didn't know which hotel Logan had chosen and was now standing in front of the beige colored building with its many bigger and very small balconies, green flowers hanging from them, wide eyed. It looked expensive and, after reading the letters on top of the huge entrance, she knew it was expensive. "Logan…?" she asked and took his hand, earning a cocked eyebrow from him. "We can't afford that."

He chuckled and pulled her into a kiss. "Trust me, darlin'. We can!" he assured her and pulled her with him to the reception, telling the woman behind it in perfect French who they were and that they wanted to check in.

"How?" Jean asked, and her large green eyes took in the expensive decoration and people around them. "It's the Hyatt, Logan. This is expensive!"

"You'll be fine, Jeannie!" he said with a grin and left their luggage for it to be send up to their room. He led her over to the elevator and then to their room, a nice and rather large double-bed suit with a nice view on Paris. "So? What do ya think?" he asked and paid the page for carrying their luggage.

"That you are totally insane! We can't afford this!" she said and was amazed by the nice room and view. "Where did you get the money from?" She turned around and he could tell that she was genuinely concerned.

He smirked and went over to wrap his arms around her waist, his lips putting a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm not poor, Jeannie. I've saved enough money over all the years t'be able t'afford this 'n t'pay for college."

"You never told me…"

"Ya never asked," he shrugged and kissed her again. "There's a nice restaurant down the road. How about eatin' there 'n then I show ya around?" he asked and let go of her so that she could go to the bathroom and freshen up. He too changed into different clothes and was glad that he had, at least, a five o'clock shadow. He felt naked without his muttonshops. Sighing, he ran a hand through his short hair and couldn't help but grin. He loved that woman. He would do anything for her as long as it made her happy. Looking up, he returned the smile Jean was giving him and took their room key and wallet. "Ready t'go?" he asked and she nodded. "Ya look nice, darlin'," he commented on her light white summer dress that hugged her curves nicely and showed off her legs without being too short.

"You don't look half so bad either," she returned the favor and kissed him.

"Yeah, right…," he chuckled since he was wearing, what he would consider, normal clothes. A blue jeans and a simple white shirt over it. He knew she loved him in that combination.

When they left the room, Jean quickly dialed home to let their children know they had arrived safely. Logan reminded them to behave and that their oldest brother and uncle had clear instructions on what to do if they didn't. Of course, Jack promised that he would totally behave and not annoy his sisters ever at all.

"Yeah, right, kiddo!" Logan chuckled and told him to behave and that he loved them before he handed the phone back over to Jean.

"Behave, honey, okay? Yes, I know. Greet the others from us. Love you too. Bye!"

"As if he totally behaves!" Logan said and took Jean's hand once more after she had put her phone away. "I give Lily a day before she runs to John or Akihiro!"

"Only a day? Five hours tops!" Jean smiled and leant into him while they were walking down the street. She took all the new impressions in, soaked this peaceful time up. Still, the thought of what the other Logan had told her was still nagging at her. She knew she had to tell Logan about Apocalypse and what happens to Daken in the very close future.

"Somethin' wrong?" she heard him asking and shook her head, smiling.

"Just amazed at this city. I always wanted to come here." She raised her head a bit as he leant in to kiss her. "When have you been here?"

He shrugged. "Several times in the past. Can't remember the exact dates." He turned around a corner and smirked. "It's still here." He nodded at the entrance of a small restaurant.

As they lay in bed later, Logan spooning her and tracing lazy circles in her arm, she thought their first day in Paris over in her mind, smiling contently. The food has been delicious, the restaurant very nice, the waitress's face had been hilarious after her vain attempts to flirt with Logan and being unable to coax the smallest reaction out of him and she just enjoyed their alone-time together, far away from home and any problems, holding hands over a nice candlelight dinner. They didn't have to be responsible for anything for once and could do whatever the hell they wanted. She smiled at that thought and turned around in his light embrace, kissing him hard on the lips.

He smirked, getting the hint. "C'mere," Logan growled and pulled her on top of him, his hands stroking up her back until they found the clip of her bra. Quickly, he opened it and threw the annoying fabric aside, enjoying the view with a devilish smirk. He kissed her back, felt her tucking gently on his lower lip and growled deep in his throat as she rubbed against him. Her hands were buried in his much shorter hair and tucked gently on it as she lay flat on top of him, her tongue caressing his, dancing and teasing it until his hands disappeared in her panties and massaged her butt. She sighed into his mouth, her pelvis rubbing against his very noticeable arousal and she suddenly smirked against his lips, breaking their contact and biting her swollen lips, smiling. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked as she began to kiss down his chest and abs, her hands stroking down the path additionally until she had reached her destination. He growled as she looked up at him, eyes fiery with passion. Unconsciously, he spread his legs a bit, his eyes never leaving hers as she kept contact while taking him into her hands and a seductive grin became visible on her lips before she licked his head teasingly. Jean enjoyed the power she had over him as he threw his head back with a groan, knew exactly what she had to do, where to nib, suck or lick to turn him into a begging mess, and she was very much determined to exactly that.

It didn't take long and she had turned the supposedly most dangerous man into a puddle of whimpering mess. His hands were gently buried in her long hair, holding it back from her and only applying as much pressure as she would tolerate. She loved the trust between them, knew he would never go further than she would accept and that she could try whatever she wanted with him. He would simply let her have her fun and trusted her fully. As she felt him tugging on her hair, a low whimper escaping his mouth, she looked up, but continued what she was currently doing.

"Baby…," Logan croaked and his abs began to tense dangerously, his hands weakly trying to push her head back, but she would have none of it. "Jeannie… I can't…"

"Then don't," she told him mentally and braced herself as he buckled his hips and warmth spread in her mouth accompanied by low groans that escaped his throat. She looked up at the panting and sweaty mess in front of her, wiping her mouth clean and moving up again to kiss him hard. He growled low at the taste of her and still tried to get his breathing under control.

"I take it you quite enjoyed yourself?" Jean asked innocently and he narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Vixen!" Logan grunted and pulled her into a passionate kiss, rolling them over. Before she had realized it he had her hands pinned above her head and was smirking darkly at her.

"Do I get punished now?" she asked innocently.

"Ya can bet on it, darlin'!" He held her hands down with his left and began to suck and bite on the sensitive skin below her ear, a gesture that made her arch her back almost immediately. As he left love bites all over her skin, his right hand stroked down her body, kneading, squeezing and teasing her left breast as he descended further down. He smirked as she willingly spread her legs for him and a whimper escaped her as his hand began to pleasure her teasingly, only enough for her to get turned on, but never enough to get her rocks off. He deliberately left her in the state in between, knowing how frustrated and excited it made her.

"Logan!" she cried in complete frustration as he denied her release once more and whimpered as he sucked hard on the side of her throat, right above the pulse point.

"Are ya beggin', darling?" he chuckled low and trailed kisses along her jaw, his tongue licking down a path to her bellybutton. He could literarily feel her utter frustration.

"No!" she whined and arched her back as he sucked on her breasts, his pelvis rubbing against her in almost slow motion.

"No?" he mumbled against her skin and went further down, kissing the inside of her thighs, chuckling as she groaned in frustration. "Doesn't sound like it, baby…"

"I'm not beg…," Jean began halfheartedly as he licked up and sucked on her most sensitive area, eliciting a loud moan from her.

"Ya sure?" he asked, licking his lips and grinning up at her, laughing as she desperately tried to get the tiniest friction with her nether regions. He continued his loving torture until she was trashing underneath him, her voice filling the room in pleasure, the bed shaking underneath her powers. His arms encircled her legs, raised her hip for better access and he went down on her until she was a moaning and weeping mess. The moment her body shuddered and arched against him he turned her around so that her back was facing him, biting the crook of her neck gently as he got into position and joined them in one swift move.

As Jean awoke a couple of hours later she stretched and looked to the side to check the time. Yawning, she turned around in the embrace Logan had her in and faced her still sleeping husband. Smiling, she began tracing his features and it didn't take long for him to grab her growling and roll them around so that he was on top. "Mornin'," he smirked and kissed her throat lazily, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"We definitely need more alone time at home…," Jean yawned and he muttered a "Yeah" into her shoulder before he rolled off her to stretch. "What are we going to do today?" she asked and he chuckled. "What?"

"Nothin'. It's just great not t'have t'say teachin' or suitin' up t'fight Magneto…stuff like that."

She nodded. "Yeah. Just living into the day for once is nice."

"Just how I like it," he smirked and got up, not caring that he was completely naked. "So how about we have breakfast 'n then just see where the day takes us?" he asked her and she nodded smiling. He waited for her to get up and took his shirt that she wanted to pull over her head out of her hands. "I already have a very nice idea how t'start the day," he said and wobbled his eyebrows grinning.

"Which is?" she asked and tilted her head so that he could access her neck better.

"Nice hot shower."

"Is that so?"

"Ya bet on it, darlin'!" he grinned and pulled her with him.

A good while later, he closed the door behind them and took her hand in order to head over to the elevators. He smirked as she smiled up at him and turned his head the next moment as he picked up on a noise to his far left. A groan escaped him.

"What's the matter?" Jean asked and looked down the corridor where she saw three blondes heading their way, looking at Logan and starting to chat animatedly. "Weren't they in the plane with us? Sitting on my left?"

"Yeah. Darlin', meet Stupid Blonde 1, 2 'n 3. They are dense like a brick wall. Can't believe they really are in the same hotel," he grunted and pressed the elevator button repeatedly.

"It won't make it come up faster, honey." Jean reached out to take his hand off the elevator button, stepping closer to him as the three blondes joined them. She didn't miss their suggestive smiles and desperate attempts to get Logan's attention. A look at him was enough to tell that he was completely annoyed. Squeezing his hand, she smiled at him and received one in return and if looks could kill the redhead would have dropped dead. "You know," she told Logan mentally as they entered the elevator and made sure she was standing as close to him as possible, "it would be so much fun, if Akihiro were here. He would give them a scare for life. He can't stand women like them."

He smirked and pulled her closer to him, glaring at Stupid Blonde 1 as she was trying to adjust her bra. A beep in his pants made him look down and he took his phone, frowning at it.

"Don't tell me our kids burned down the mansion…," Jean whined, but he shook his head.

"No, Akihiro asked if he could take my bike…," Logan told her and heard her letting out a deep breath in relief while he was busy typing a reply. He looked briefly up as Stupid Blonde 1, 2 and 3 were whispering. "Since when does he ask for things?! He usually just takes'em."

The door opened and they stepped out, followed by his stalkers. "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but…"

"But what?" he asked, put the phone away and took her hand again, following her to the area where they served breakfast.

"Jean-Paul and he seem to be awfully close after…you know…the last battle. They fight less, your son is completely content and calm, I hardly hear him bitching about things, he did his kitchen duty, which he never did before and he's actually pretty sweet lately!" Jean said and looked at the huge buffet in front of them. She couldn't help it. What the other Logan ha told her immediately crossed her mind once more. "I'm…afraid what might happen or what he'd do if they ever split up…"

Logan huffed. "I doubt that will happen anytime soon. They're practically joined at the hip…"

"Well accidents can always happen, Logan…," she said out loud before she could stop herself and noticed the frown he was giving her.

"Sounds t'me as if ya know somethin', darlin'," he said and took another bread roll before he poured himself coffee.

"No," she quickly said, too fast for his liking. "I save that spot for us." She pointed at an empty table and disappeared, feeling his eyes on her even as she reached the table and sat down. She let out a shaky breath and took the bowl with fruit. Her green eyes travelled around the room, watched couples, singles and children for a while, thinking about how she had destroyed all of it just to rebuild it again. The thought frightened her. She had played God, had tasted the full extent of her powers and being able to do things like this scared her. She looked up as she felt eyes on her and looked straight into blue ones, a blond, rather handsome man sat at the table right opposite of her and smiled. She gave a brief polite smile back and turned her head to find Logan in the mass of people that had begun to pour into the room. She spotted him standing in line for some bacon, the blondes obviously having taken their chance to pester him again. She watched them for a good while, wondering how old they actually were. To her they didn't look older than maybe 20 or 21, but she knew from experience that you could never be too sure. They could be mutants in the end. Lost in thought she kept on watching them, completely forgetting her surroundings.

"Excuse me. May I?" someone suddenly asked and before Jean had the chance to react or even realize who it was the blond guy had already sat down, showing off his way too white and even teeth. "I'm Richard," he introduced himself and Jean sat up a bit straighter, forcing a smile. "I already noticed you yesterday at the elevator. Where are you from?"

"New York…," Jean muttered and rubbed her arm uncomfortably.

"Oh really? I have a penthouse there!" he told her excitedly and began to chat away about his career and lifestyle and why he was in France and if she had already seen the Eiffel Tower and…

"Get lost, bub!" a growl announced no other than Logan, who was glaring daggers at Richard and Jean let out a sigh in relief. Angry haze eyes met arrogant blue ones and both men began to seize each other up for a coffin. "Sittin' on yer ears?"

"And you are?" Richard asked in a snobbish tone that gave Jean the great desire to smack him.

"My husband."

"Her husband!" Logan said at the same time as Jean had spoken up and Richard gave her a look, then him.

He stood up, making Logan straighten himself to his full height, which, as Jean noticed amused, was almost two heads taller than poor Richard, who had obviously noticed his dilemma too and became aware of Logan's physical attributes next. "Never mind then…," he croaked and slipped past Logan like a mouse would from a trap.

Jean couldn't help but laugh. "Did you have to intimidate him so much?" she chastised Logan, who sat down, looking rather grumpy.

"Did ya have t'allow him t'sit on yer table?" he countered and made her groan.

"No jealousy now, please! Don't ruin the morning with it, Logan," she begged, but he huffed. "As if he could hold a candle to you. Seriously. Don't get me started on those three blondes."

He turned his head and saw them winking at him from a neighboring table and groaned. "Maybe I should really tell Akihiro t'get his ass here…."

"Well, call him…," Jean shrugged and frowned as he took his phone and pressed speed dial. "What are you doing?"

"Calling him!"

"It's the middle of the night in New York, Lo…," she began and could clearly hear a pissed off voice on the phone. "Now you made him mad!"

He waved off. "That was just Jean-Paul. When's he not a drama queen? Besides Akihiro texted me so he's awake." He waited and got up. "Hey kid. Do yer old man a favor, will ya? I'm bein' pestered by three blond kids here who have trouble getting' my age into their heads." He stopped at their table, smirking devilishly at them. "Here!" He handed Stupid Blonde 2 his phone and she and her friends began to listen intently to whatever Daken was telling her on the other side. Their eyes became huge first, focused on Logan in utter shock next and before he could ask they had dropped his phone and practically ran out of the room. Frowning, he took the phone again and walked back over to Jean. "That worked better than expected. What on earth did ya tell'em?" he asked, already fearing the answer.

"I told them you were a serial killer that fled recently out of prison and were now on the run in France," Daken's smooth voice told him over the phone.

"Ya didn't!" Logan said, shocked.

"Of course not, daddy!" his son said and Logan could practically see the huge shit-eating grin on his son's face that always appeared when he was amused. "I told them that I was your gay lover and that I don't really appreciate them interrupting your holidays with dear old mom," Daken replied sweetly and uttered a pained hiss in the next moment. "Sweetness, that hurt!"

Jean frowned as Logan's face fell. "Ya did NOT!"

"Yes, I did. That's what you get for interrupting our mind blowing sex here, daddy. And if you wouldn't mind, but my sweetness here is getting rather impatient and I'd like to be able to sit tomorrow."

Logan groaned. "Jesus, kid, I don't wanna know!"

"Then hang up or I'm going to tell you exactly what he's currently doing with his…"

Logan pressed rather quickly the red button on his phone. "What did ya say again about Akihiro getting' better?!"

"Is he not?"

"NO?!" Logan shuddered and pushed his plate away. "I ain't hungry anymore…"

"That bad?" Jean asked, smirking while she ate her yoghurt.

"You've no idea, Jean!"

"I told you not to call them in the middle of the night." She shrugged and received a cocked eyebrow.

"It's 4 something a.m. at home. Who's havin' sex this late at night?"

"We did?"

"That's diff…." He gave up. "Well at least he's happy… 'n I got rid of these blocks of wood…," he grumbled and drank his black coffee.

"So what did he tell them? They ran as if a killer was after them," she asked curiously.

"Ya seriously don't wanna know!" he muttered and emptied his mug. "Ready? I need fresh air!" He waited for her to nod before he leapt out of his stool. "Good. C'mon. Lotta things t'see 'n whoever calls from home I ain't available!" he told her before they left the hotel to enjoy another nice day in Paris.

As I said: some reviewers wanted LJ, you got it and I hope you enjoyed it. I know the epilogue chapters are much shorter, but this gives me the chance to round the chapter up (more or less) nicely and to update faster. I'm currently my last day on holiday and will have proper internet again tomorrow (I hope). I'm sorry for not getting back to those who left a review. I was in Rome first and right afterwards in Cologne for a day, as soon as I was back home I had to pack again. So I was busy, busy. Please leave a review anyway and let me know what you think. They are always greatly appreciated! : )