Wow. I haven't updated in months! I decided I'm just going to post the
rest of the story all at once, before I forget! I hate leaving stories cut
off. Anyway if any of my old readers come back, or even new ones, I hope
you guys like it. :-D Keep the Jean/Logan pride alive!!
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The convertible pulled up smoothly to the side of the road, a crunching noise beneath the tires told Jean that Logan had parked a bit messily, halfway on the white sand a little ways off the beach. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, threw them up in the air and caught them before pocketing them and grinning over at Jean.
Jean smiled back. Finally...this was going to be the perfect contrast to being cooped up in this car for two and a half hours. Not that it wasn't fun, she was with the man she loved, the air was refreshing, the ride soothing, and God knows she was glad to be out of the hotel for once this week...but anyone with legs like Jean's would need a break after having them cramped up in that little space for that amount of time.
"After you, babe."
Jean looked up. Logan was standing beside the open door, fingers resting lightly on the handle.
"Why thank you, darling..." A smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she put a slight British twang on that last word.
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The brilliant bronze sun was melted across the sky now, a good two hours before sunset. From shore, one could see a white speed boat skimming at high speed, zigzagging rapidly, out into the never-ending waters of the Pacific.
Inside the boat, Logan was standing manning the controls, a silly grin plastered on his face at the suggestion from Jean that he really didn't know what the hell he was doing.
" 'Course I do, Jeannie. This isn't my first time in one of these things."
"Then maybe you wouldn't mind slowing down a little!" Jean yelled over the roar of the engine, a hand permanently grasping the sunglasses to her eyes in a vain attempt to keep them from flying off.
"Last time I asked, you told me you liked it fast, baby."
Jean snorted dismissively and decided not to reply to that...
Instead she turned her head to the wind. It was so much more refreshing now in the open ocean air than it was traveling in that blazing desert landscape. Also, before they had set out both she and Logan had shed a few clothing items in favor of some lighter 'swimwear'... Jean had a navy two piece on now instead of the tank top and jeans, and the cool air felt absolute heaven on her hot skin.
After a moment of indulging herself and getting lost in the swirling whirlpool of breezes, she glanced up at Logan once more.
He was standing calmly, unaware of her eyes on him, his hands resting softly on the rim as he leaned against the side of the boat. His dark eyes looked concentrated and languid, staring out into the burning horizon, his hair blowing restlessly in concert with the wind. Jean's eyes then traveled lower to his bare chest, dog tags clinking slightly with the breeze, and then lower to rest on his pair of rugged and baggy forest green shorts. They were cut off a bit below his knee, and a grin crossed Jean's lips thinking before when she had asked him about that, he had replied seriously, 'I don't do swimming suits.'
She held back the laugh that was threatening to rise from her throat, she didn't want him to look over, she wanted to keep gazing at him. It was moments like these, when Jean could see such depth in his features, in his eyes, in his thoughts as they drifted in the air, that she could hardly believe how helplessly, blissfully in love with him she was.
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"So where exactly do you get your clothes, Logan?" Jean mused, messing around with a few buttons on the black over-shirt she held in her hands.
"Uh, I 'dunno. Can't remember." He waved a hand vaguely, his backed turned to her as he dug into the cooler that sat on the floor of the humming boat.
Jean eyed him, her eyes concentrated and still.
"Thrift store," she blurted out after a moment. "Yeah, definitely thrift store. Totally!" She grinned, more sure of her conclusion with every following word. "It just screams your name..." She put on a dramatic face and held a hand in the air. " 'Logan!' "
"Screams my name, eh...sounds familiar..."
"Oh, God. Do you always have to do that? Jean groaned, throwing her head back and laughing.
"What?" he looked back to her with his best innocent face.
"Make sexual innuendos out of everything I say?"
"Oh, right. That." He grinned and tossed her the small bundle of ripe cherries she had requested earlier, which she separated in midair, swirled around to form another bundle, and let one fall into her mouth from their suspended position in the air.
"Love that power of yours," Logan muttered playfully. Jean smirked and let another fall from the air into her mouth.
Pausing after chewing for a moment, she sniffed a little at the air, then looked around until her eyes came to rest on his shirt once more. Brining it closer to her face, she smelled it.
"This smells like you," she commented.
"Does it..." Logan laughed.
"What cologne do you use?" She asked, and then sniffing it again, added, "'Sex and Beer?'"
"Close."
Jean laughed again and twirled the shirt around her bare shoulders, slipped her arms through and smiled up at Logan.
"How do I look?"
"...Damn sexy," Logan replied truthfully after a moment, raising an eyebrow and staring over at her.
The wind flew through her hair with just enough intensity to give it the effect of a hypnotic fire, locks burning and dancing like licking flames. Her skin glowed a shimmering, delicious caramel color in the sunset, his black shirt billowing back slightly from her shoulders and stomach, revealing tempting glimpses of skin. The smile on her lips melted over Logan, making him feel hot all over. The only thing he could think of to make this moment any better would be if he could just see those eyes...
From where he sat, Logan reached over and ran a warm hand up her leg, up, up, creeping closer to her until he was kneeling right in front of her. She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, drawing him in. As his hot lips grazed her neck, his fingers came up to slide the sunglasses from her eyes and he glanced into them, the vibrant emerald glittering more vividly than those lights of New York City that Logan was so used to staring at as he glanced out of his window each time the sun went down..
"Your eyes, Jean," he whispered, trailing off....he didn't think she truly knew how amazing they were.
"They're nothing compared to yours," she breathed back and then kissed him hard, her lips and teeth biting at his. How ironic, she thought, how wonderful these kisses were and how she craved them so much, but she could never get enough to completely satisfy her, to drench the fire in her that Logan provoked. Like on a blazing summer day, you would drink and drink, just because it felt good to you. But the sun would beat down and down, it wouldn't stop, but you would keep drinking. Like an addiction. No point to it, because there was no way to quench that thirst, but the temporary feeling of that liquid ice pouring down your throat was bliss.
She could kiss Logan for a thousand years but it would never be enough.
He moved a hand from her hair to her ribs and stomach, the other creeping down her back and she began to breathe harder between those insatiable kisses. Logan must have felt the same way, he whispered for her to come closer. Jean's slender arm snaked around his neck, fingers loosely running through his hair, the other forcing their bodies together.
A moment later Logan pulled away slowly, stood and swept Jean up in his arms, then switched her places all in one remarkably smooth movement. She readjusted herself slightly, one leg on either side of his lap before running two fingertips lightly across his bare chest. Logan's lips curved into a smirk and he whispered into her ear, slipping a hand into his black shirt that fell about her hips....
"You taste sweet, like cherries..."
Jean's left eyebrow came up in an amused arch, and she shot a glance to those abandoned pieces of fruit that sat right beside them, fingers coming to rest upon one and bringing it to her lips.
"Do I really?" she mumbled, leaning forward and gripping his shoulders, a crimson, sugary sour cherry clenched between her teeth.
Logan leaned his head forward to take it from her mouth, but with a flick of her tongue she swallowed it.
"Evil woman," he grinned. "At least let me taste a little, it's only fair."
Jean made a small expression as if to say 'true', and tilted in, running a tongue along in his mouth but quickly pulled away again.
"It's not nice to tease, Jeannie..."
"What are you gonna do? Ground me?" she smirked.
"No..."
-snikt-
"...but I do..."
He ran a claw ever so lightly along the edge of the bottom half of her bikini and kissed her neck, making her moan deep in her throat,
"...have my way with you..."
"Yeah, I--ah--beg to differ..." her voice was threatening to crack from small gasps; his warm fingers lightly touched the base of her neck now.
"Jeannie," he said after a minute, pulling away.
Jean pulled her head forward reluctantly, opening her eyes languidly.
"Hm?"
"I have something for you," he shifted from his position under her and went to the corner of the boat. Digging around in the bag they'd brought their swimming things in, he pulled out something small. Before coming back over, he twisted the keys out of the boat's ignition. The motor slowed then stopped completely, the air around them suddenly a million times quieter, the water softly splashing around them suddenly a million times louder.
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The convertible pulled up smoothly to the side of the road, a crunching noise beneath the tires told Jean that Logan had parked a bit messily, halfway on the white sand a little ways off the beach. He grabbed the keys out of the ignition, threw them up in the air and caught them before pocketing them and grinning over at Jean.
Jean smiled back. Finally...this was going to be the perfect contrast to being cooped up in this car for two and a half hours. Not that it wasn't fun, she was with the man she loved, the air was refreshing, the ride soothing, and God knows she was glad to be out of the hotel for once this week...but anyone with legs like Jean's would need a break after having them cramped up in that little space for that amount of time.
"After you, babe."
Jean looked up. Logan was standing beside the open door, fingers resting lightly on the handle.
"Why thank you, darling..." A smile formed at the corner of her mouth as she put a slight British twang on that last word.
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The brilliant bronze sun was melted across the sky now, a good two hours before sunset. From shore, one could see a white speed boat skimming at high speed, zigzagging rapidly, out into the never-ending waters of the Pacific.
Inside the boat, Logan was standing manning the controls, a silly grin plastered on his face at the suggestion from Jean that he really didn't know what the hell he was doing.
" 'Course I do, Jeannie. This isn't my first time in one of these things."
"Then maybe you wouldn't mind slowing down a little!" Jean yelled over the roar of the engine, a hand permanently grasping the sunglasses to her eyes in a vain attempt to keep them from flying off.
"Last time I asked, you told me you liked it fast, baby."
Jean snorted dismissively and decided not to reply to that...
Instead she turned her head to the wind. It was so much more refreshing now in the open ocean air than it was traveling in that blazing desert landscape. Also, before they had set out both she and Logan had shed a few clothing items in favor of some lighter 'swimwear'... Jean had a navy two piece on now instead of the tank top and jeans, and the cool air felt absolute heaven on her hot skin.
After a moment of indulging herself and getting lost in the swirling whirlpool of breezes, she glanced up at Logan once more.
He was standing calmly, unaware of her eyes on him, his hands resting softly on the rim as he leaned against the side of the boat. His dark eyes looked concentrated and languid, staring out into the burning horizon, his hair blowing restlessly in concert with the wind. Jean's eyes then traveled lower to his bare chest, dog tags clinking slightly with the breeze, and then lower to rest on his pair of rugged and baggy forest green shorts. They were cut off a bit below his knee, and a grin crossed Jean's lips thinking before when she had asked him about that, he had replied seriously, 'I don't do swimming suits.'
She held back the laugh that was threatening to rise from her throat, she didn't want him to look over, she wanted to keep gazing at him. It was moments like these, when Jean could see such depth in his features, in his eyes, in his thoughts as they drifted in the air, that she could hardly believe how helplessly, blissfully in love with him she was.
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"So where exactly do you get your clothes, Logan?" Jean mused, messing around with a few buttons on the black over-shirt she held in her hands.
"Uh, I 'dunno. Can't remember." He waved a hand vaguely, his backed turned to her as he dug into the cooler that sat on the floor of the humming boat.
Jean eyed him, her eyes concentrated and still.
"Thrift store," she blurted out after a moment. "Yeah, definitely thrift store. Totally!" She grinned, more sure of her conclusion with every following word. "It just screams your name..." She put on a dramatic face and held a hand in the air. " 'Logan!' "
"Screams my name, eh...sounds familiar..."
"Oh, God. Do you always have to do that? Jean groaned, throwing her head back and laughing.
"What?" he looked back to her with his best innocent face.
"Make sexual innuendos out of everything I say?"
"Oh, right. That." He grinned and tossed her the small bundle of ripe cherries she had requested earlier, which she separated in midair, swirled around to form another bundle, and let one fall into her mouth from their suspended position in the air.
"Love that power of yours," Logan muttered playfully. Jean smirked and let another fall from the air into her mouth.
Pausing after chewing for a moment, she sniffed a little at the air, then looked around until her eyes came to rest on his shirt once more. Brining it closer to her face, she smelled it.
"This smells like you," she commented.
"Does it..." Logan laughed.
"What cologne do you use?" She asked, and then sniffing it again, added, "'Sex and Beer?'"
"Close."
Jean laughed again and twirled the shirt around her bare shoulders, slipped her arms through and smiled up at Logan.
"How do I look?"
"...Damn sexy," Logan replied truthfully after a moment, raising an eyebrow and staring over at her.
The wind flew through her hair with just enough intensity to give it the effect of a hypnotic fire, locks burning and dancing like licking flames. Her skin glowed a shimmering, delicious caramel color in the sunset, his black shirt billowing back slightly from her shoulders and stomach, revealing tempting glimpses of skin. The smile on her lips melted over Logan, making him feel hot all over. The only thing he could think of to make this moment any better would be if he could just see those eyes...
From where he sat, Logan reached over and ran a warm hand up her leg, up, up, creeping closer to her until he was kneeling right in front of her. She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, drawing him in. As his hot lips grazed her neck, his fingers came up to slide the sunglasses from her eyes and he glanced into them, the vibrant emerald glittering more vividly than those lights of New York City that Logan was so used to staring at as he glanced out of his window each time the sun went down..
"Your eyes, Jean," he whispered, trailing off....he didn't think she truly knew how amazing they were.
"They're nothing compared to yours," she breathed back and then kissed him hard, her lips and teeth biting at his. How ironic, she thought, how wonderful these kisses were and how she craved them so much, but she could never get enough to completely satisfy her, to drench the fire in her that Logan provoked. Like on a blazing summer day, you would drink and drink, just because it felt good to you. But the sun would beat down and down, it wouldn't stop, but you would keep drinking. Like an addiction. No point to it, because there was no way to quench that thirst, but the temporary feeling of that liquid ice pouring down your throat was bliss.
She could kiss Logan for a thousand years but it would never be enough.
He moved a hand from her hair to her ribs and stomach, the other creeping down her back and she began to breathe harder between those insatiable kisses. Logan must have felt the same way, he whispered for her to come closer. Jean's slender arm snaked around his neck, fingers loosely running through his hair, the other forcing their bodies together.
A moment later Logan pulled away slowly, stood and swept Jean up in his arms, then switched her places all in one remarkably smooth movement. She readjusted herself slightly, one leg on either side of his lap before running two fingertips lightly across his bare chest. Logan's lips curved into a smirk and he whispered into her ear, slipping a hand into his black shirt that fell about her hips....
"You taste sweet, like cherries..."
Jean's left eyebrow came up in an amused arch, and she shot a glance to those abandoned pieces of fruit that sat right beside them, fingers coming to rest upon one and bringing it to her lips.
"Do I really?" she mumbled, leaning forward and gripping his shoulders, a crimson, sugary sour cherry clenched between her teeth.
Logan leaned his head forward to take it from her mouth, but with a flick of her tongue she swallowed it.
"Evil woman," he grinned. "At least let me taste a little, it's only fair."
Jean made a small expression as if to say 'true', and tilted in, running a tongue along in his mouth but quickly pulled away again.
"It's not nice to tease, Jeannie..."
"What are you gonna do? Ground me?" she smirked.
"No..."
-snikt-
"...but I do..."
He ran a claw ever so lightly along the edge of the bottom half of her bikini and kissed her neck, making her moan deep in her throat,
"...have my way with you..."
"Yeah, I--ah--beg to differ..." her voice was threatening to crack from small gasps; his warm fingers lightly touched the base of her neck now.
"Jeannie," he said after a minute, pulling away.
Jean pulled her head forward reluctantly, opening her eyes languidly.
"Hm?"
"I have something for you," he shifted from his position under her and went to the corner of the boat. Digging around in the bag they'd brought their swimming things in, he pulled out something small. Before coming back over, he twisted the keys out of the boat's ignition. The motor slowed then stopped completely, the air around them suddenly a million times quieter, the water softly splashing around them suddenly a million times louder.