A Private Training Session …. Or So They Thought
Jean and Scott walked casually into the Danger Room, dressed in their uniforms so anyone who saw them though they were going in to train.
After all, that's what they always told the Professor they were doing in there at night when they requested to have the room to themselves and they had to keep up appearances.
"Oh, Scott, it's beautiful," Jean sighed as they entered the room and she saw the simulation he'd chosen for the night.
"You always said you wanted a candlelight dinner on the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower."
"Is dinner all I'll be getting there tonight?"
He just smiled her and bit the wrist of the hand she'd lifted to stroke his cheek.
Not even he had ever guessed how sexual Jean was before they actually started doing it. She had him doing things in locations he never would have even thought of before.
Like here in the Danger Room where someone could wander into observation room above and catch them in the act.
Scott was pretty sure she loved the thrill that fact gave her, that they could be caught so easily in such an intimate situation.
Focusing back on his girlfriend, he lead her up the stairs of their simulated Tower until they were on a deck that replicated the real observation deck of the Eiffel Tower so high up off the ground in the city of Paris. Looking below them they also had the same view they would if they were in the French city.
The candlelit dinner consisted of Jean's favorite French dishes and for dessert ripe, plump strawberries to be dipped in sugar, melted chocolate or whipped cream.
They sat with a small round table between them and Jean quickly removed her shoes to wiggle her bare toes between his legs then run up and down over his growing erection.
Having grown used to her doing this whenever they sat down to eat, even when they were seated in the dining room with the rest of the team eating around them, Scott simply opened his legs and pushed himself gently against her moving foot.
He ate his meal and watched as she lingered every bit of hers.
She gave her fork and spoon long, slow licks with her tongue after every bite she took from one of them, assuming a look of ecstasy and moaning as she savored each morsel.
Early in their relationship, Scott had responded to those provocations in just the way she wanted by getting all nervous and spilling his drink until he could take it no more and shoved the table away to throw her down on the floor and take her like some wild animal.
His bossiness might irk her at times in training sessions or on a mission, but Jean had shown him many times how she loved him taking control of her during sex.
Finally the main course was completed and they were both ready to move onto dessert.
She removed the hood of her uniform to shake out her gloriously long red hair then maneuvered her chair around to just beside his.
Her long delicate fingers with their pink polished nails hovered over the bowl of strawberries before selecting just the one she wanted.
The lush berry was lifted to her lips, which she parted to allow her tongue to dart out and lick a side of the fruit. She the dipped the moistened strawberry into the small dish of sugar, coated it lightly and moved to offer him the fruit.
While she held the berry just inches from his slightly parted lips her other hand slid over his thigh and between his legs to tease his straining erection.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes that she could not see, he leant forward to take the strawberry into his mouth at the same moment he thrust his hips upward to grind against her hand.
He bit the berry in half, watching its juices run down her fingers and wrist.
He held her hand in place while he ate the fruit and once he'd swallowed it he moved forward to lick every trace of the juice from her flesh.
Jean was gasping and squirming in pleasure as his tongue rasped over her sensitive palm before he bit gently at her wrist again.
He saw she wanted more, but wasn't about to give it. She was not the only one who liked to tease.
Moving away from her just a little, he reached for the perfect berry to feed her.
He chose a nice big one she'd really have to open her lush little lips for.
Prim and proper little Jean never hesitated to part her lips for nice big things he teased them with, Scott thought with a wicked smile.
When looking over the choices he'd given them for dipping the fruit into he decided on the whipped cream.
Once coated with a thick layer of the fluffy white cream, he turned to brush the fruit across Jean's lips until they parted and sucked the dessert into her mouth.
She left only a small chunk of berry in his hand and quickly ate the rest.
Her lips were covered in whipped cream and juice and she made to lick them clean after she swallowed her mouthful of fruit, but he stopped her.
He lifted a long finger to those lips and used it to scoop up every trace of the cream. Locking eyes with hers through his visor he offered the now coated finger to her with an unspoken order for her to clean it off.
Her eyes grew cloudy with desire as Jean snaked out her tongue to lick the cream off his finger. Those passionate green eyes drifted shut as she sucked the digit into her mouth to manipulate it with tongue and teeth like she did other parts of his body she drew between those lips.
Their slow foreplay with the dessert continued like that until all the berries were gone.
By that time, he was using every ounce of his legendary control to keep himself from responding to the demands she was making with her intimate touches and hungry moans for more.
Standing with some difficulty in the skintight uniform he wore, he pulled her to her feet and led her to the railing of their simulated deck.
"Beautiful view isn't it?" he asked as they both looked out over the faux Paris landscape below.
Her only response was a moan as his hands began running over the front of her body from his position behind her.
She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and pull his face to hers, but he instantly stopped her and bent her forward until her hands were gripping the railing in front of them.
Slowly, he pulled away from her, knowing she'd not move from the position he'd put her in, and began lowering the zipper of her uniform.
He licked every inch of her spine as the parting of the zipper's teeth revealed it.
Scott felt her body shiver at his ministrations then tense as her hands locked tighter around the railing in front of her.
He loosened those hands for just a moment to pull them free of the uniform as he removed it from his lover's body, but put them right back where he'd had them the second he completed that chore.
Standing again behind her nude body he simply looked at her for a moment.
Her body was bent slightly forward over the railing, legs parted temptingly and her spine arching just a little.
She was his every fantasy like that.
She was just there for the taking.
His taking.
He gave a weak impersonation of one of Logan's growls at that thought as he removed a condom from the belt of his uniform before finally stripping the thing off his body.
Just as Jean had been, he was naked beneath the uniform.
Wasting no more time he tore the condom open, threw the wrapper aside, slid the latex on, grabbed her hips firmly, nudged her legs further apart, then thrust himself between them.
She screamed and began shaking with her first climax the second he'd buried himself as deeply in her body as he could.
He had to move his hands from her hips to wrap around her waist as her body spasmed around him for long moments before sagging as she began returning from the high of that orgasm.
He allowed her a moment to regain her breath and some composure before he began pounding himself into her while a hand slid down her body to stroke her sensitive clitoris until she again climaxed for him and he joined her in the oblivion of ecstasy.
~*~*~
Two hours later they'd recovered from all of their loveplay enough to dress again, shut down the simulation, clear up any evidence of what they'd done and leave the Danger Room.
They were both exhausted from their activities, having coupled two more times after the first.
Scott was practically carrying Jean to her room, she was so weak from that session, which was without a doubt their best thus far.
She still felt the impressions on her skin left by the metal grid work on the deck of their simulated Eiffel Tower, against which Scott had taken her the second time.
She snuggled against his side with a smile as she thought of the third time on the table they'd had dinner on. Scott had been so creative in his ways for them to use up the whipped cream and melted chocolate leftover from their dessert the memory would always make her go weak in the knees.
Thank God for their private 'training' sessions.
Sure, their sex-life was incredible any and everywhere, but the ability to simulate any environment as they did in the Danger Room added an air of fantasy to their lovemaking that drove her wild.
Like tonight.
To make love on the Eiffel Tower without leaving home?
It was a dream come true.
The couple parted reluctantly to go to their own beds and rest up for school the next day.
~*~*~
At that same moment, Evan entered the Danger Room to collect his camera, which he'd set up in a hidden corner to help him satisfy his curiosity about what was so darn special about Jean and Scott's 'private' training sessions that no one else could join in.
Knowing he'd have to wait until after school tomorrow to watch the tape and learn the answer to that question, he bundled everything together, left the Danger Room again and went to his room to sleep.