Mmmmkay! Chapter 4 now. Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, everyone :) It makes my day to see that *New Review Alert* hit my e-box...

Anyway, hope yall like this chapter. If you have any suggestions or whatever of what you'd like to see...do tell because I've only written about 2 more chapters after this so far in the story! I have an idea of where it's going, but it might help to have a few suggestions. :) Also, big shout-out to my friend Beth, who is the reason I began this silly fic! *waves* Hi Beth! Have the lambs stopped screaming...? *evil laughter fading away in the background...*





All that Jean could recall about that explosive summer evening after their kiss was scrambling back downstairs to Logan's bedroom, thankfully not meeting anyone along the way, and casting a telepathic and telekinetic shield all along the walls so that she could sense anyone approaching, and to seal this room off so that none of the approaching could hear, feel, or see anything going on inside of it.
She remembered being pushed softly onto the bed by Logan, remembered the way his lips felt along her neck as he whispered quietly into her ear, making sure she wanted to do this. Remembered pulling at the back of his head to make him look directly into her eyes, dripping deep temptation, and whispering back the truthful answer before pulling him back down with her, tugging at the neckline of his black tank-top with impatient fingers.
Remembered that tingling blissful feeling as his tongue crept along her neck and lips, how she had gladly welcomed his hands, so soft and torturously slow, onto her unclothed skin...
...Remembered her throat bursting into excruciating flames from screaming his name over and over again...


Jean shivered in her seat, remembering all the things Logan had done to her that night, and she to him...
She hated to admit it, but she had never shared that kind of sultry euphoria with Scott, never felt as if both hell and nirvana had merged with such an earth-shattering clash because the person she was with had satisfied her so completely, in every single way she could think of.
When she was with Logan, she felt such fascination and attraction towards him, her whole body became hot-as-fire then cascaded into cold-as-ice...she felt constantly on a natural high and she knew from what she had experienced that amazing night that this was true, that this was not going to stop, that from one glance Logan had stolen equal parts of her heart and soul, and that she had done the same to him.
Jean had decided, lying in his arms that night, that she could no longer deny her feelings for Logan, nor did she want to. They had both craved this for so long, they had craved it so badly, and now that they had explored it at long last, discovered it was sweeter and more sacred than they would have ever dreamed, Jean nor Logan could give it up.
She had taken his hand as he slept that night and placed a small kiss on his wrist with warm lips, sealing in it a promise to him of everything she felt at that moment. Scott no longer mattered at this point in time...nothing really mattered...everything in Jean's life had been put on a stand-still and all that existed anywhere had disappeared completely.
Logan had flickered his eyes open to look at the back of her head, resting on his chest peacefully, and felt such a wave of relief and ecstasy he thought it must have been the purest thing he had ever felt. He loved this woman, he wanted her more than his life, more than anything...and now he had her. For how long, he wasn't sure, but then and there was all that mattered. Taking his hand that was laced with her fingers from the spot where it rested on the cool white sheets, Logan returned Jean's kiss onto her own wrist.
"You're amazing," he thought to Jean, knowing she was awake. She quickly caught the message in her mind's web and smiled against his chest, eyes still closed.
"Oh, Logan, stop...you're making me blush..." she shot back telepathically.
"I'd say I was doing more than just making you blush, Jean..."
"You nasty thing, you." she grinned.
"They don't call me Wolverine for nothin'..." he grinned also.
"Whoever "they" are must not know you like I do, or else they would have called you "Meteor Strike", or some natural disaster..."
There was a pause before Logan replied.
"Was that a compliment, darlin'?"
"Your call, sweetheart." she thought sarcastically.
"Well, thank you, then."
She laughed out loud and gave his hand a small squeeze.
They laid in silence for a few minutes after this, letting the blue-silver moonlight cast mysterious shadows through the weightless curtains, glazing the room with contrasting darkness and light. It illuminated their bare skin and the soft white sheets in a deep and gorgeous sapphire glow.
"Logan..." Jean's thoughts snuck softly into Logan's mind once more as they both drifted into an exhausted and dreamless sleep. Logan responded with a vague "Hm?"
"You're amazing too." she smiled.
He chuckled slightly and pulled her closer.