Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, and I'm not making any money from this.
Rating: R (sexual themes)
Summary: Someone is watching Jean…
Feedback and Archiving: Send all comments to
Watching, Wanting
By: Blaize Jade
I sit in the back of the room and watch Jean as she walks back and forth in the front, her long, beautiful legs carrying her with all the poise and strength of a goddess. I want those legs near me, around me.
Her skin beckons to me, and want nothing more than to touch it, to feel it's silkiness under my fingertips. I want to stoke her until she melts, until she can do anything but writhe underneath me, wanting me.
With every move she makes, her breasts bounce. I imagine what it would be like to rip her shirt off her, to free her perfect chest and leave it vulnerable to me. I imagine what she would taste like, how her nipples would feel in my mouth, how hard I could make them. I know that would be her undoing, and the thought that I could bring her to surrender is almost more than I can handle.
I want her underneath me, writhing in agonizing pleasure. I want her panting my name over and over, wanting me, only me. I want to taste her, want to make her cum with my lips on her, my tongue inside her. I want to feel her hands tangled in my hair as she pushes me down harder, silently begging me for more.
I imagine what it would be like to hold Jean in my arms. She'd be delirious with wanting, with desire, with pleasure. She'd forget all about Scott and his gentle caress. She'd want only me, only my rough touch. She'd me desperate for the intense pleasure I could give her. She'd live for me.
She licks her lips, and I shiver, knowing that her tongue could be just as talented as mine. I can almost feel her soft hands gliding across my body, can almost hear the sounds she could draw from me. The thought of her pleasuring me is almost too much for me, and I have to fight to regain control.
"Rogue? Rogue, I asked you a question. Are you with us?" The sound of my own name pulls me back into reality and I blush violently remembering that Jean's a mind-reader and hoping she didn't catch any of those thoughts.
Sometimes I really hate sharing my mind with Logan.