YAY! =D I got like four nice reviews on the last chapter, thanks a lot guys. I appreciate it ever so much! Anyway, here's chapter three...bit of a *magical* one! lolol

R & R, R & R! =D



Everything that existed between them had been turned upside-down in one evening...lines had been crossed, barriers had been forgotten and it had felt so good.
Jean still remembered that sunset so vividly. She had escaped the noisy evening study hall to take refuge at her favorite feature of the whole mansion.
Sitting on top of the roof, high above the grounds, she felt free of everything. There were no thoughts to be intercepted up here, and there was nothing to put strain on her telekenisis. The air was warm and clear, the breeze chilled and refreshing. It was a perfect contrast, and Jean could stay up here for hours. Scott was away from the school for the week taking a few of the kids into New York City on a quick field trip before they went home for the summer months.
She sat, her long legs folded back behind her, her jade eyes squinted against the occasional breeze and brilliantly golden dusk that was settling in all around her. Jean felt him approaching before she saw him.
"Hey, Logan." she said without turning to look at him.
He said nothing, but sat down close beside her.
There was a minute or two of silence before Jean spoke again.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Her eyes reflected the deep, shimmering tones of blood red, sherbert orange, champagne gold, sparkling amber and blazing magenta that hovered around her.
"...the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Logan murmured, but he was not looking at the stunning display of colors in the sky.
It took a second before Jean realized this, her smile quickly fading into something far more serious as she gazed into his eyes.
There was hardly any hesitation on Logan's part as he reached over and softly brushed a lock of glistening scarlet hair from her eyes, her face illuminated a beautiful bronze in the radiant light.
He had imagined this moment for an eternity, trying many times and failing to actually make it come true. Though somehow tonight, he had a feeling Jean would not push him away. Maybe it was the knowledge that Scott was nowhere nearby. Maybe it was the was the way she was biting her bottom lip, concentrating intensively on his eyes, looking as if she was contemplating which decision to make. Somehow she knew tonight had to be the night to choose and end this mess once and for all, or to just make it worse.
No, she couldn't. She loved Scott. Really, she did...
...But Scott wasn't here...and God, how long had she wanted Logan? And how badly?
A deep feeling of forbidding began to creep all over Jean's body...

She looked so beautiful, Logan thought. On any day, with her grace and wisdom, Jean could easily put a magnificent, powerful, flowing waterfall in nature to shame. Also with her intense cunning, mystery and fierceness she could make a dazzling show of white-hot silver lightning and crackling black thunder seem nothing more than a drizzling rain on a cloudy day. The smile that graced her mouth and lips every day, her green eyes as deep and expansive as the ocean, the curve of her hips, the sound of her voice...
"Logan..." she breathed as he leaned in closer, but so slowly it was painful.
"Jean," he said, the word sounding like pure sugar falling from his perfect lips...it sounded flawless murmured in his deep voice and Jean's breathing began to tremble.
She suddenly reached up to touch Logan's lips with her fingertips, coming to her decision and abandoning every thought in her mind, most of which involving Scott, with great difficulty. She needed to find out where this would go...
Logan smiled and kissed the inside of her palm. The way Jean had held her hand out to him, so apprehensive and curious, reminded Logan of how a young girl would approach a mysterious looking puppy...and to Jean's surprise he was very soft and gentle.
A single tear slid down Jean's cheek as Logan leaned in and kissed her. She closed her eyes and savored the taste of his lips, the feel of his cheek as she placed a hand delicately along his jaw.
Logan had already cupped the side of her neck in his hand, rubbing his thumb softly over the spot where he could feel her pulse. He had to make sure this was real...
The sweet lilac scent that was strictly Jean intoxicated his senses as he opened his mouth to take more of her in.
An explosion of feelings, hearts racing faster than the speed of light, butterflies burning pleasure in the pits of their stomachs, both desperately seeking more of each other....

Jean still got those scorching butterflies in her stomach remembering that kiss, that heavenly, luscious kiss that had caused an epiphany in both their lives . She believed those butterflies may very well be imprinted there forever.
Staring over at his hands still pounding away on the steering wheel, she felt and overwhelming urge to feel them wander her whole body...she had never felt safer with anyone in her life than she did when enclosed in Logan's firm embrace.
Suddenly Jean slowly unbuckled her seatbelt and slid a few inches to the left until she could lean her head against his strong shoulder.
He looked down at her and smiled. If only she truly knew how recklessly he had dreamed about this....
She took one of his arms, sending sparks rattling off his skin, and snaked it around her waist. He gave her a small squeeze and she grinned in response.
Logan now hovered his lips around Jean's ear.
"I love you, darlin'."
She shifted her head from it's comfortable position on his shoulder to look at him through sun-glassed eyes. With a gentle hand, she splayed her fingers though his dark hair and lowered him into a ravenous kiss, moaning slightly at the way her head began to spin with the sensation.
"I think you could quite possibly be the best thing that's ever happened to me," she murmured back into his ear, still cupping the back of his head. They both smiled at one another once more before they parted reluctantly and Logan went back to concentrating on the road while Jean sat and enjoyed the warmth that spread throughout her veins starting at the place where Logan's hand was resting so intimately on her body.