The images simply wouldn't stop swirling around in her mind.
They were like nothing she'd ever thought of herself and Jean had always thought her imagination could be pretty inventive.
But the things in Rogue's head …. WOW!
Jean was shocked to feel her face heating with a blush and quickly moved across her bedroom to turn on her fan.
Maybe they weren't fantasies?
What if she and Logan were actually doing those things?
Jean sat on her bed with a thud as that occurred to her.
Logan and Rogue?
Like that?
No. They couldn't be. There was no way they could hide something like that around here.
Plus, what she'd seen in Rogue's mind could only be fantasy. Logan had been touching the girl's dangerous skin with nothing between their flesh to protect himself and there had been no absorption on Rogue's part.
Good Lord, the way Logan had been touching Rogue in that fantasy.
Duncan's groping and Scott's somewhat hesitant touches were nothing compared to what Rogue imagined Logan could do.
Jean frowned at that realization and instantly defended her choices in boyfriends. Duncan and Scott were reality and Logan was the pure fantasy of a girl who'd never been touched like that and probably never would.
She knew Rogue would hate her for it, but they'd never really been best friends or anything, and Jean had to admit she felt sorry for the girl who could have such vivid fantasies yet know they could never become a reality.
Lying on her bed as she was and thinking of Rogue's fantasy, it was no real surprise she began replaying the images.
~*~*~
She was naked in his arms as he cradled her body against the rippling muscles of his chest and carried her to the bed. She felt light as a feather in those arms and so very protected.
Knowing what was to come, she didn't even care that he was still completely dressed while every vulnerable inch of her body was exposed to him.
Their mouths were locked together in a kiss that simply liquefied every bone in her body as their tongues mated. Sounds she'd never known she was capable of making were pouring from her throat.
Logan's growls of pleasure mixed with her frantic moans and whimpers.
He bent down and placed her on the bed, breaking their kiss slowly as he straightened again. She lay there panting and watching him through dazed, half-closed eyes while he run his slightly rough hands over her nude body before removing them to tear off his own clothing.
The black cotton t-shirt he wore was ripped in half by his powerful hands to expose his gorgeous chest and abs.
Seeing that she was watching him strip, his hands slowed at his waist and slowly unhooked his belt and pulled it from his jeans. Their eyes met as he dropped the strip of leather onto the floor and the big metal buckle clicks against the hard wood. Her gaze fell from his when realized Logan's fingers were now unfastened his jeans.
She licked her lips as she watched the zipper lower, inch by inch, to expose him to her eager gaze. He smiled a totally wicked smile before turning to quickly remove the denim.
She cried out in protest at his actions and sat up, wanting so badly to see … it.
Even the sight of his firm, tight butt just asking to be squeezed isn't enough to compensate for the loss of her chance to glimpse his arousal.
Determined to tease her, he gave her a look over his shoulder and asked, "Something wrong, darlin?"
She took a moment to delight at his endearment before answering.
"Please, don't tease me, Logan."
"Am I teasing?"
She whimpered. "You know you are."
"How am I teasing, darlin'?" He turned to face her as he asked the question.
Speech was impossible for her at that moment.
Words and her mouth's ability to speak them were gone.
Breathing was a challenge for her fried brain as she gazed at the wonder before her.
He was perfect.
His broad shoulders and muscled chest formed a perfect V that directed her gaze lower. He stomach was flat and a light dusting of dark hair covered his groin. His lean hips would fit perfectly between her thighs. The very large erection he was sporting, she had reservations about.
How could that possibly fit inside her?
Suddenly a laugh rumbled from his chest as he noticed where her wide eyes were focused.
"Trust me, baby. It can and will fit like a hand in its glove."
With that, he returned to her on the bed, claiming her lips in a demanding kiss while he pushed her back to again lie down. This time his body followed hers onto the bed and every inch of their naked flesh pressed together hungrily.
They wanted to devour each other.
Kisses weren't enough.
Soon their hands were stroking and grasping and squeezing body parts in ways that elicited groaning growls from him and panting moans from her.
His lips left hers to nibble and suck its way down her neck to her breasts.
Her back arched high off the bed as he took a hard nipple into his hot, wet mouth and lashed it with his tongue.
Hungering for so much more, her thighs parted allowing the hips that had been pressed against them to sink down against her wetness.
Growling as his arousal came into contact with hers, he braced his hands on the bed on each side of her head and pushed himself up. While his head and chest moved away from her body at his movements, his hips pressed closer.
She gasped at the feel of his erection nudging her wet opening and slid her fingers down to sink into his butt and try pulling him inside.
"Open your eyes."
Not even realizing she'd had them closed, she parted her lashes to lock gazes with Logan.
In any other situation, she would have feared the look that was in his eyes.
His pupils had expanded making his eyes appear jet-black and there was a feral hunger burning in him that shone through his gaze.
Knowing the hunger was for her made her delight in the look rather than fear it, though, and she was sure her own gaze was just as animalistic.
Apparently it was, because upon seeing it he smiled smugly and began slowly easing himself into her.
Her eyes nearly fell shut again at the incredible feeling of heat and fullness that accompanied his movements, but he uttered a growl that demanded she keep her eyes on his. He growled triumphantly as he encountered the barrier of her virginity, before leaning down to claim her lips roughly as he claimed her body with a single thrust.
He swallowed her gasp and growled again as her fingernails dug into him bottom the moment he completely filled her.
Though such a penetration should have hurt like mad, the gasp wasn't of pain.
All she felt was pleasure and wonder and hunger for more.
He'd been right, she fit his length like a glove.
~*~*~
Gasping, Jean shook herself from the hold that incredible fantasy had on her. She forced herself to sit up and try focusing on anything but those thoughts and her reaction to them.
She was shocked.
She kept trying to tell herself she that was all she felt. Shock that Rogue would have such thoughts about Logan of all people.
But shock didn't explain her labored breathing, flushed body, hardened nipples or the aching wetness between her legs.
Dear God, she'd never been so aroused!
She really wanted to rush from her room, find Scott and jump his bones, but she knew she had to talk to Rogue first.
With that in mind, she got control of her raging hormones so that she could be calm and unaffected when she spoke to the other girl.
