Title: The Urge

Author: LadyX (gokusgirl@earthlink.net)

Rating: NC17

Summary: The morning after.     

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

Warnings: Explicit sexual content.   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: This is the un-edited version, Eiluned will be revising yet again (thanks!) and I will have the resvised version posted soon!   

The Urge

Chapter Six

Logan shot upright in the bed, letting out a strangled gasp.  He looked around the dark room, running his fingers in his hair.  His heart pounded in his chest; he felt panicky.  The sudden movement in the bed next to him pulled in from his post-anxiety spell.  As he looked down at the figure in the bed next to him, he sighed with relief.

It was no dream.  She was there.

Turning over on his side, he looked down at Jean in total fascination.  God, she was beautiful even asleep.  Carefully he moved the hair out of her face, sighing contently.  She laid on her stomach, hugging the pillow as she snoozed in her sleep. 

Logan laid back against his pillow, his arms planted behind his head as he looked upward at the ceiling.  The last several hours had been the happiest moments of his entire life.  She was everything he had imagined, and more.  The way she felt, tasted, and withered under him made him mad with yearning for her.    He was a man possessed.

He'd taken her for hours on end, until unbelievably he'd worn himself out.  And he didn't even think that was possible with his natural ability to heal himself.  In their last sexual bout he pulled her close to him, and they both fell into a deep slumber. 

But now he was awake, only after an hour.  And looking down at her glorious body and thinking about all the things they did earlier made him hard again.  But he wouldn't wake her…at least not now.  She needed all the rest she could get before he jumped on her again. 

But there was something else that had Logan feeling…edgy.  Even though it had happened, what would come of them now?  The feelings he had for Jean were never hidden from her, but now since they had succumbed to their desires, he felt as if he heart was going to burst with love for her.  How the hell Scott could not want her, it was a mystery.  All Logan knew is that he wanted Jean in his bed and in his life forever.  He knew he had his trump card- the one thing that Jean needed to know to make her mind up easily.  But should he be the bearer of bad news?  Should he bring what he knew up at such a delicate and special time in his once miserable life, just convince her that she was where she needed to be?  But more importantly, would she believe it?

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The sound of the shower and smells of cinnamon and coffee filled her senses, bringing her out of her peaceful slumber.  She pulled herself up, pulling the white sheet up to cover herself.  A silver serving tray sat on the side of the bed, but no sign of Logan. 

"Logan?" Jean called out, brushing her hair out of her face.  Logan sauntered in from the bathroom, only clad with a fluffy white towel draped around his waist.  He was toweling out his wet hair roughly.  Jean sighed inwardly, grateful he didn't just leave her there. 

"I wanted to watch you wake up," Logan seemed to say with disappointment in his voice.  He leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips.  "Mornin', Red." 

"Good morning," Jean gushed out, her cheeks turned red.  "Is this for me?"  She asked, pointing at the serving tray. 

"Sure is," Logan replied as she lifted the lid off the tray, revealing her hot breakfast.  "You got a cinnamon and raisin bagel with cream cheese, fruit salad, one pouched egg and some hot coffee.  Are ya hungry?" 

"Oh yes, I'm starving!" Jean giggled as she grabbed a bagel, taking a hungry bite out it. 

"Oh, I forgot one more thing to give ya to make this breakfast perfection," Logan said as he reached his hand under the bed for something. 

"What?  A dust bunny?"  Jean laughed between bites of bagel.  

"No…this." Logan handed Jean a long stemmed rose.  Jean gasped and smiled as she accepted the beautiful token. 

"Oh Logan….it's absolutely beautiful!" Jean squealed with joy as she brought the rose to her nose to inhale its aromatic sweetness. 

"It's soft, and fragrant…like you," Logan spoke softly, his hand caressing her cheek.  She had forgotten about the sheet wrapped around her, and it gradually began to show her breasts, that Logan quickly noticed.  He sat the serving tray to the floor as he leaned down to grab Jean's breasts, groping them with both hands has his mouth suckled hungrily on a hard nipple.  He could feel his instincts taking over as he tasted the salt on her skin, her scent drenched with his own…he wanted her, and he wanted her now. 

"Ah…Logan!"  Jean breathed, her hands grabbing handfuls of his hair.  She usually wasn't that receptive to sex in the morning, but it was something about Logan that just made her extremely hot.  He was a perfect lover in everyway, and the sensations he gave her were intense.  His hot tongue rolling around her areola was making her flow like a river.  With a wicked smile, she decided to tease him as she laughed and said, "What about breakfast?  Haven't you eaten yet?"  

"I'm about to eat my breakfast now, darlin," Logan purred as he lowered his head downward, kissing a long wet trail down her stomach, blowing softly into her naval. 

"I may want to warn you- oh, god…I haven't had a shower this morning." Jean moaned, opening her legs for him to settle down between them. 

"I'll take ya clean or dirty baby," Logan spoke with lust thick in his voice as he looked up at her.  "Besides…I know where ya been."  He lowered his mouth down to her pussy, and inhaled its heady scent.  It was hot, musky, and oh so sweet.  It was all his for the taking. 

Jean trembled.  She wasn't use to doing this in daylight.  And she felt so open, so exposed to his touches at the moment she thought about telling him to stop.  But it was soon forgotten when she felt the deftness of his tongue slide about her throbbing clit, jolting all those uncomfortable thoughts away. 

He had worn her out the night before, and she loved it.  It was so rough at times she couldn't keep up with him.  At one moment, they were into one position and then he would flip her around and put them into another.  That was such a big turn on for her; to be handled and tossed about like she weighed nothing.  And they way he talked so dirty when they fucked, and the look on his face when he came…it was priceless.  It the one and only time Logan had his guard down.

Jean spread her legs further apart, giving Logan more room to work. He was merciless with his mouth as he ate her into two powerful climaxes.  Jeans thighs shook, her breath being taken away as she rode up and down each wave of pleasure he gave her, never feeling anything so powerful in her life before. 

Logan rose up, looking up at Jean as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  He loved eating her out, he could do it all day if she'd let him.  But the pangs from his throbbing cock were becoming unbearable to ignore and he needed to be balls deep in her warmth. 

"I can't get enough of ya, Jeannie," Logan growled, positioning himself against her opening. "Are you ready?" 

Unable to talk, Jean nodded, closing her eyes as she felt him fill her up with inches of his man meat.  She tensed up little; feeling a tad sore from the night before.  Logan sensed this and stopped mid stroke, a small frown on his face. 

"Little sore, baby?"  Logan asked tenderly.  Jean opened her eyes, surprised with his concern.  

"A little," Jean breathed.  "But I'll be okay." 

"I'll take it easy on ya," Logan bit back as he started again, taking long, cautious strokes into her.  It felt like heaven.  "You feel so good… I wish I could stay right here forever." 

Logan's actions spoke volumes for Jean, and she felt so much compassion for him.  She hated to compare Scott with Logan, but she never had anyone take care of her needs like he had.  He actually worshipped her.  He never was ashamed on how he felt about it either.  And even now, he was willing to toss aside his own raw need to take it easy on her. 

Logan laid down on top of Jean, rocking his hips into hers slowly as they made love.  He placed his hand down between them, finding her clit so he could rub it between his fingers.  Between feeling his length sliding in and out of her and the gradual pressure on her clitoris was sending her off into ecstasy. 

Logan's sensual touches were wonderful, but Jean wanted more.  The first climax he gave her took the edge off the soreness she had felt before, and now she was ready for real action.  She began to take over, squeezing the muscles in her sex around Logan as she rotated her hips in circular motions.  Logan hissed; looking down at the fiery red haired woman gazing back up at him.  How he adored her.   

"I love it when you do that," Logan moaned, jerking his hips towards hers suddenly, making her loose all rhythm. 

"Logan…fuck me hard…and fast," Jean ordered through gasps of air.  He didn't need to me told twice.  Grabbing the backs of her legs, her pulled him up and spread them in to a 'v' pattern as his thrusts became wild and furious. He pressed her legs away from him, opening herself wider for him to sink deep into her depths.  He was relentless as he pistioned in and out of her, the liquid heat between them pushing them both towards sweet completion. 

"Yes, Logan…right there…uhhhh-oh GOD!!" Jean shrieked, depths of her sex clenching him repeatedly as she came.  Her vision burred, and her head fell back against the pillow with exhaustion.  The wondrous feeling rippled through her body, making her entire body grow limp within its wake. 

Logan pushed into her on last time, spilling his seed deep into her womb.  He froze; feeling his body jerk in response of his orgasm gripping him like never before.  Finally he let out a long, drained breath as he laid to the side of her, but never pulling out.  He could still feel the after shocks of her pussy jerking around him, it felt too good.

They both laid there for moment, catching their breaths as they floated back down from their euphoric state of bliss.   Logan finally pulled her into his embrace, laying her carefully on his hairy chest as he caressed her naked skin softly.  Jean was quiet, loving the way his hands felt on her, the way his now semi hard member was still embedded in her, twitching every now and then.  She felt so good, so safe…and all in the same time, she felt a little apprehension.  

"Hey," Logan began, breaking the thick silence between them.   "I know this is a stupid time to ask you this…but uh…are you on anything?" 

Jean laughed, running a finger along his strong chin.  "Yes Logan…I'm on the pill.  Everything is safe."  Logan shoulders sagged with relief, and he kissed her forehead. 

"Whew, okay then."  Logan sighed.  He felt Jean sit up more, dislodging herself from him, and she hissed.  "You're gonna make it, Red?" 

"I hope so- ouch!"  Jean gasped, holding on to her stomach as she leaned forward.  "Well I asked for it, didn't I?" 

"You sure did," Logan laughed as he stared at her intently, feeling his groin already react.  He gritted his teeth; holding himself in control for the moment.  He reached out, touching her moist legs, rubbing them sensually. She was worn out and sweaty, a total wreck by all means.  She looked simply incredible.  Not know what else to say, he exhaled sharply; his eyes closing as he savored the intimate moment with her.  Then as he opened his eyes once more, he looked her; chiming her name with his low, sexy voice.  "Jeannie…"

"Logan, we need to talk," Jean interjected.  Logan swallowed; sensing the seriousness of her voice he knew it was bad news.  "About last night…as much as I- as much as we enjoyed ourselves, we have to deal with this."

"I'm dealin' with it fine darlin," Logan replied coolly, his hands still caressing her skin.  "I'm the happiest man on the planet right now." 

"Well I'm glad you are Logan," Jean admitted calmly, not wanting to put him a bad mood. 

"This is how we can deal with this," Logan offered as he stood, finding his duffle bag that had his last pair of clean jeans inside.  "We go home, act like nothing happened…and whenever ya feel lonely, we can meet in my room."

"NO!" Jean said forcefully, raising her voice up a few degrees.  Logan turned and looked at her, his eyebrows furrowing together with confusion.  "I-I mean…I liked part of your idea."

"You mean meeting up when ya get lonely?"  Logan asked as he pulled his jeans up over his thighs. 

"No…the part about going home and acting like nothing happened," Jean said softly, making Logan stop dead in his tracks as he pulled his shirt over his head. 

"What?" Logan queried, his tone devoid of all emotion. 

"Logan this was a mistake…"

"Sending monkeys to the moon was a mistake.  This wasn't a mistake," Logan argued, kneeling down beside side on the bed.  "Jeannie…you can't deny that last night felt right.   Remember how you panted and moaned for me…you needed me." 

"Well I want to forget it," Jean snapped bitterly.  She noticed the panicked expression on Logan's face, and she sighed.  "That didn't come out exactly the way I intended it to," She whispered. 

"What do you want me to do, Red?"  Logan asked with desperation in voice.  "'Cause I wanna know…where I stand with you." 

"We can make a pact," Jean offered, finally looking him square in the eye.

"A pact?"

"Yes…if we both agree it didn't' happen, then it didn't." 

"Bullshit," Logan scoffed, standing up as he shook his head.  "Newsflash Jeannie…we did it.  It's done…well done I might add, over and over.  I ain't gonna make no pact." 

"Of course…it's all about what you want," Jean said in a clipped voice, folding her arms in front of her.  Looking away from him for a brief moment, she asked softly, "Logan…do you remember what you said to me last night?"

Logan felt the heat rise up into his cheeks, and he closed his eyes.  Damn, why did she had to bring that up?  In a moment of absolute bliss, Logan breathlessly confessed the only thing he wouldn't admit to anyone in his life, hoping that she would forget it.  It took a moment for him to answer, his mind already replying the splendid moment when he proclaimed his undying love for her.  "Yes…I remember what I said last night.  And I meant it."

"Then if you truly meant it…you'll make this pact," Jean spoke, finally turning around to face him.  His visage was grim, his jaw clenched as the muscle twitched with agitation.  At that moment, Logan felt his heart break. 

"You sure do drive a hard bargain, Red," Logan said angrily. 

"Logan… you've got to understand, if Scott found out about this…"

"You still carin' about what he thinks?"  Logan roared defensibly, throwing his hands in the air.  "He definitely don't' care about you!"

"And what makes you so sure of that?"  Jean yelled back, brushing a stray hair out of her face.

"'Cause I can smell another woman on him, that's why." Logan shot back.  As soon as he saw the shocked expression spread across her face, he wished he could have taken it back.  He turned his back to her, picking up his clothes that laid on the floor, silently wishing that she wouldn't explode. 

"Lair," Jean hissed, her voice trembling with rage.  She hopped off the bed, the bed sheet still wrapped around her as she ran up to Logan, pummeling her small fists into his back.  "You lie!" 

Logan spun around, grabbing both of her wrists as she shook her.  "Am I Jeannie?  Am I the lair? Or is it Scooter?" 

"You'd say anything to be with me," Jean seethed.  "I know that now." 

And for the second time within two minutes, Logan felt his heart break again. 

He narrowed his eyes at her, his nostrils flaring with fury as the grip on her wrist tightened.  "I only offered you the truth, Red.  But to think I would lie to you to have you…?"  He suddenly let go of her, and she fell to the floor.  He looked down at her, his anger swelling to new heights…he trusted her.  He let his guard down for her.  Hell, he told her he loved her.  And this was his reward.  Logan knew she would not believe that Scott was cheating her, but she went too far.

"The hell with this," Logan snorted, walking away from her as he picked up his duffle bag.  She was still in the floor, staring off into nothingness when he walked out. 

:: to be continued ::