Title: The Urge

Author: LadyX (lemonaidestand@yahoo.com)

Rating: R

Summary: As the mission in VA turns up fruitless, Logan and Jean decide to get drunk.   

Universe: Uncanny X-Men; inspired from issue 394. 

Warnings: Adult themes.  Anyone under 18 should not read.  This is my first X-Men fanfiction, so forgive me if I'm incorrect with certain aspects of the Uncanny storyline or if I make the characters seem out of character. 

A/N: Thanks to Eiluned for the beta-read! 

And to Julia…I'm sorry I 'thwarted' you in the last chapter…I will make it up to you! :D

The Urge

Chapter Four

By far this had been the worst mission Jean Grey had ever been on.

By it being late October, the weather was less than favorable for Jean.  She had set the X-Jet down in an area Professor X had specially designated, in the lush woods about ten miles from the nearest motel that Jean and Logan would stay in for the night.  The jet was cloaked, and they quickly began their task in finding the runaway mutant.  That was about six that morning.

It was now eight in the evening, no signs of the weather warming up and with no sign of their mutant. 

Jean sat on the park bench in the small park, shivering as she stuffed her arms under her thick parka.  She looked over at Logan, who only had a his traditional X-Men black leather jacket, the silver 'X' emblem so evident that he should have stamped a sign on his forehead and yell out to the passer-by 'Look at me! I'm a freak!'  The weather was of no consequence to Logan; he was unmoved by any type of weather.  He was tapping his foot impatiently as he rubbed his temples, then he let out an exasperated sigh. 

"Why are we sittin' here again?" Logan asked irritably.  "This is what I hardly call surveillance work."

"The dossier says that this mutant frequents here everyday." Jean answered, ringing her hands for warmth. 

"Well maybe she's frequentin' somewhere else, eh?"  Logan said as he stood, pulling his jacket up on his shoulders tightly as he looked down at Jean with a frown.  "I'm not sittin' here not one more minute lookin' for this gal.  It's getting dark, I'm hungry, and I need a cigar and a drink." 

Jean didn't want to disagree with Logan, but it was true.  They had no luck finding their mutant and it was best to wrap things up for the day.  "Well I guess you're right…maybe we should call it quits for today."

"Exactly," Logan nodded as he began to walk, with Jean following behind him.  "And tomorrow we're going to find this mutant my way."

"It won't result with several people getting maimed or killed will it?"  Jean mused.

"If no one gets in my way, darlin'," Logan smiled as he glanced back at Jean.  "Let's find us a place to eat."

*****

Instead of trying to find a good spot to eat in the city, they decided to go back to the hotel and eat downstairs at the restaurant/bar oddly called 'the Mongoose'.    Jean ordered the grilled lemon pepper flounder in a creamy sauce accompanied with a small salad, and Logan had a huge and very rare rib eye steak, with one bottle of their best house wine. 

As they ate in silence, Jean was relieved that he didn't pester her with any scrutinizing stares or questions.  There was nothing they had to talk about really, just the mission…and the incident.  'Damn,' Jean thought to herself as she took a small sip of her white wine that was definitely giving her a small buzz.  'Why do I have to think about what Logan did all the time? Why does it…' Jean stopped halfway into her thoughts as she saw Logan pick up his wine glass and bring it to his hungry mouth, swallowing the remaining contents greedily.  At first she was embarrassed that he could do something so barbaric in public. But then she watched in fascination as the Adams' apple in his thick corded neck bobbed up and down, the veins visibly protruding on the surface of  his olive skin made Jean shiver with excitement just thinking about biting, licking and kissing him there. 

"It makes you what, Jeannie?" Logan finally spoke, his voice thick with the affects of the alcohol.  He stared back at her with his dark eyes, fully dilated with a wild desire that made Jean's skin flush all over. 

Jean blinked, panicking as she realized what he asked her.  Could he possibly read her mind? It wasn't possible…she was the telepath, not him.  And his skull being covered with adamantium prevented her from reading his mind.  So carefully, she decided to calmly answer his question without jumping to conclusions. 

"What are you talking about?"  Jean asked, her eyes now focusing on her salad.

Logan sucked his teeth as he stared back at her, and shrugged his shoulders.  "Fine, play it that way, Red," Logan stood and walked over to her side of the table, looking down at her slowly with a wicked smile.  "I bet some lady in this here fine establishment would just love to jump my bones tonight."

"You're disgusting," Jean hissed lowly, her eyes narrowing down to mere slits. 

"But you love it," Logan teased, laughing lightly as he walked off. 

Jean watched Logan strode towards the bar in total disbelief.  She shook her head with disgust, thinking why should she care that Logan gets his kicks from some stranger?  But then all at once the thought of another woman being with Logan didn't sound so appealing to her.  Jean smacked her forehead, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Jean, you're happily married…you cannot do this," Jean convinced herself silently as she took a huge gulp of her drink.   She looked down at her glass, feeling the sweeping effects of the buzz she had reach full cycle.  Her mind became so clouded as she looked over her shoulder once more to see where Logan was in the small bar, and noticed a tall blonde woman wearing a very short white dress sitting in the bar stool next to him. 'Man, he didn't waste any time,' Jean thought as she turned completely around to eyeball this busty woman.   The woman was leaning very close to him as she threw her head back with laughter, clinging to his strong arm as she hung on to his every word. 

Jean felt a swell of anger and jealousy burn through her, and before she knew it she was already walking towards the bar. Jean didn't have a clue on why she was going in there, or what she planned to do.  But this woman, this…hussy was NOT going to have Logan.  Somehow she had to prevent him from making her his choice for the evening.   She walked past them and sat on the opposite side of Logan, clearing her throat to gain their attention. 

"Hey Red, want a drink?"  Logan said surprised, nudging her with his elbow. 

"I'll have a kamikaze double," Jean ignored Logan's remark as she spoke to the bartender, and then she gave him a smoldering look. 

"A kamikaze? I thought the only thing you drink was white wine," Logan laughed.

"Well there are a lot of things you don't know about me," Jean replied dryly, picking her drink up off the small napkin and throwing the contents to the back of her throat.  Logan liked this out of control reaction he got from her, and he smiled in spite of himself. 

"Do tell, red…do tell."  Logan chuckled darkly. 

"Hit me again,"  Jean ordered the bartender.  As he poured her another shot, the blonde woman finally spoke up. 

"Who's your friend, Jim?"  The blonde asked with a sugar coated sweetness that made Jean nearly retch.  Jean looked over at Logan, wondering why she called him that name.  He gave her an unnoticeable shake of his head as he turned his attention over to the woman, giving her a big toothy smile. 

"Why this is my partner, Ginger.  We work together.  Isn't that right Ginger?"  Logan asked as he looked back at Jean. 

"Whatever," Jean answered as she doused down another shot.  "Hit me again." 

"Oh," The blonde woman replied with no interest, and she ran a finger through Logan's thick hair just as Jean looked at them, her eyes flashing with resentment.  "Well, Jim, do you want to sit by the bar all night or take me upstairs?" 

"Calm down baby, we've got plenty of time," Logan assured her, moving his head away from her intruding hand.  "Besides, I want listen to the music a little while." 

"How's about a dance, handsome?" The Blonde asked sexily, running her hands up and down his thigh.  "I can give one hell of a lap dance." 

"Just what are you, a hooker?"  Jean spat out finally, pointing her finger at the busty woman.  She was three sheets to the wind and lost the ability to think before you speak.  "Do you know it's about 30 degrees outside and you're wearing a summer dress?" 

"Look honey, don't get mad because he wants me and not you," The blonde hissed, leaning over Logan to point her finger back at Jean. 

"Come over here and say it to my face, trash!" Jean yelled, hopping up from her barstool.  The woman got off her stool and began to walk over, but Logan quickly grabbed her arm. 

"You don't want to do that, little lady," Logan warned her as he shook his finger at her. "I think you better leave while you can." 

The woman jerked her arm from his grasp, her cheeks red with anger.  "Well your loss, bucko.  I hope you and Miss Nurse's corners have a wonderful evening!"  She grabbed her small purse off the counter and stalked off.

Jean turned back to her third drink, not sure if she could look Logan in the eye.  'What am I doing?' Jean asked herself.  Why would she intervene into Logan's affairs?  And more importantly, why did it bother her so damn much? 

"You're doing what comes naturally," Logan answered, and Jean looked at him quickly with surprise.  "You know it's all right to crave some things, Jeannie."

"How are you reading my mind?"  Jean asked suspiciously. 

"I don't know," Logan replied as he took a swig of his whiskey sour.  "I just can." 

They sat there for a few moments in awkward silence, both of them not sure what to say next.  Logan unconsciously tapped his foot to the drifting melody of the song that played from the bar's jukebox, and he suddenly got an idea. 

"Dance with me," Logan asked Jean solemnly as he reached out and grabbed her hand.  The initial contact made Jean quiver. 

"In here?" Jean said nervously as she looked around the undersized bar.  "Logan, this isn't the type of bar you dance in." 

"Use your imagination," Logan teased as he tugged on her hand.  He gave her a playful smile as he leaned in closer to her.  "We've got the mood, the music…I promise not to step on your toes."

Jean smiled.  Normally she would have told him no.  But with her impaired judgment from the alcohol, she felt so carefree and reckless, and she liked the feeling.  What would it hurt?  "O-okay," Jean said dreamily as she stood up from her barstool. 

They took a few steps away from the bar and Logan placed his arm around Jean's small waist, his hand resting right on the small of her back.  His other hand held on to hers as her free hand draped lazily on his shoulder.  They stared at each other intensely as they began to slowly sway in a small circle, and Logan noticed the distance between them as they moved.  He pressed his hand that laid on her back and brought her forward quickly; making Jean gasp in surprise.  Logan smiled; finally feeling those soft breasts pushed up against his chest. 

Jean let got of his hand, and worked her arms under his so she could feel the muscles in his back. 'God he's so tense,' Jean thought, and then looked up at him as she remembered that he could read her thoughts. 

'So are you,' Logan's words whispered into Jean's mind like a breathless sigh.  His hands now cupped her ass tightly, nearly rising her off the floor.  Jean moaned, feeling the swell of passion rise in her that made her instantly wet for him.  Logan sensed it, and he pressed his hips closer to hers, letting her feel through their barriers of clothing his now aroused state.

They didn't even realize the music had stopped. They were all too engrossed in their intimate contact with each other; relishing in grinding their hips into one another, seeking an unknown pleasure that swelled between them for far too long.    Jean threw her head back with a long, placid sigh, and Logan couldn't resist on kissing her long, lovely neck.  His teeth playfully nipped her; catching himself several times from just sinking his canines into her sweet fresh to claim her for his own.  Jean finally brought her head forward, and finally at last they shared a passionate kiss.  The kiss was hard and desperate as Jean's tongue fought valiantly against Logan's.  Logan growled, tasting the sweet liquor on the buds of her hot tongue combined with her already tangy sweetness made his groin twitch with excitement.  He all at once broke the kiss, his eyes twinkling with lust as he looked down at her angelic face and now bruised lips.  He grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the bar quickly.

"W-where are we going?" Jean stuttered as she was being dragged down the corridor. 

"To our room," Logan only replied in a gruff voice.  There was no way he was going to do this in the public…he need her, and he needed her now. 

****

As they finally made it to their two bedroom suite, Logan kicked the door shut with his foot as he tore off his leather jacket.  He couldn't get it down past his forearms because Jean was now on him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she pressed herself against him.  They leaned against the bedroom door, kissing like total savages. 

"Oh Logan…" Jean moaned into his mouth as she trailed his lips with the tip of her tongue.  "You kiss so good…"

Logan chuckled, finally ripping the jacket off his arms as it fell to the floor.  "You ain't see nothing yet, darlin'," They kissed yet again, and Logan's hands slid through Jean's soft hair, the pads of this fingers lightly massaging her scalp.  He broke the kiss, looking at her with a small smirk.  "Are you tryin' to jump my bones, Jeannie?" 

"Maybe," Jeannie purred as he ran a hand across the huge bulge in the front of his pants.  "I want this inside me…now!"  She pulled him by the belt buckle of his jeans to her room, and they fell across the bed, him on top of her. 

Logan pulled his shirt over his head, and moaned when he felt Jean's wet mouth on his areola.  How the hell she knew this was one of his weaknesses, he wasn't sure.  But she was merciless with her hot tongue darting around the taut nipple, making Logan's knees give out from under him. 

With a wild snarl he pushed her back against the bed, pinning her arms above her head.  She squealed with surprise, arching her back so she could feel his body closer to hers.  As Logan took his other hand to unbuckle her pants, he stared up at her eager face, and froze. 

She was gazing back at him, urging him on so he could take her.  But something just wasn't right.  Her face was veiled not only with desire, but her cheeks were flushed with intoxication. 

'She's drunk,' Logan realized, and he shut his eyes for a moment as he scolded himself for letting this go that far.  He had a lot to drink as well, and his judgment got clouded from Jean's strong scent and the sole fact that he just wanted her.  And he was just about to- until he came to his senses.  He never wanted to take her like this.  It had to be her choice, but hell; she wasn't in the right frame of mind to make that choice at all.  The combined affects of being drunk and horny just took away all her rational thought. 

Logan suddenly rolled off of her, sitting himself on the edge of the bed.  Jean sat up, wondering what went wrong.

"Logan…what's the matter?" Jean panted softly, her hand caressing his back with concern. 

"I can't do this," Logan spoke after a few minutes, his voice breaking with disappointment. 

"Why?" Jean asked as she tried to look around at his face, but he turned away.  "I want you, Logan…"

With speed unnoticeable to the human eye, Logan had her body trapped underneath his yet again.  His face was close to hers, his eyes flashing with a red-hot anger that boiled in veins.  "You're drunk.  I won't take you like this…" Logan inhaled the sweet scent of her that told him that she wanted him indeed, and he growled to control himself.  "…when I take you, I want you sober…I want you to remember every thing…"  Logan began to rock his hips into hers roughly, making her gasp with pleasure.  "…everything.  Do you understand?" 

Jean looked deeply into his dark eyes, and numbly nodded.  She felt so light headed as she fought to keep her eyes open.  She felt the warmth of his both leave her again, and she reached a hand out towards him as she saw him walk towards her bedroom door.  "Logan…" was all she could say before she passed out. 

Logan looked over his shoulder, and noticed that Jean was out like a light.  He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about the mistake he almost made.  His instincts once again tried to rule over his logic, but this time he caught himself in the nick of time. 

"Logan, you're becoming way too soft." Logan whispered to himself as he exited her room, seeking the shelter of his bedroom so he could get some rest.  But to Logan's dismay, sleep never came. 

::to be continued::

A/N: Next chapter will be the one you redshippers are waiting for! ^__*