Logan offered to drive back towards the Institute,
but to Jean's surprise Logan drove to one of the
restaurants in uptown Westchester. So they arrived
at the Institute late.

Once Logan parked Jean's car in the garage, she
climbed out of the car and took both shopping bags
from the trunk. She closed the trunk to find Logan
staring at her, "What?" She asked.

Logan grinned and shook his head. "Nothin'. Come on, it's late." he said and wrapped his arms around her
waist and gave her a quick kiss before he led her
inside.

To both Jean's and Logan's surprise everyone was in
bed, and the rooms were dark. Jean glanced over at
the clock on the microwave. The green light flashed.
11:43.

"It's late, we better get to bed." Jean whispered in
the dark kitchen looking at Logan.

Logan nodded and took the shopping bags from Jean,
"All right. Let's go, then." he murmured, and took her
hand.

Together, hand in hand, they strolled up to the dorm
rooms, in a comfortable silence. They stopped in front
of Jean's door. Logan looked down at Jean and smiled
at her. He handed her, her bag, and kissed her gently.
"Night, Jean." he said before he started down the
hall.

Jean watched Logan head back to his room in the dark hall before she turned and walked into her room. Jean closed the door behind her and took the dress out of
its bag before she hung it up in her closet. She
turned and stared at her bed. Her bed looked lonely
and uncomfortable all of a sudden. Jean sighed and
changed into her green silk nightgown before slipping
under the white sheets.

Jean frowned, unable to sleep. She glanced at her
alarm clock and sighed. 2:56, the red light flashed.
She'd been in bed for over two hours, trying to sleep.
With a groan she climbed out of her bed and left her
room. Silently she walked down the dark hallway. She
stopped in front of one of the last doors.

Jean opened the door, quietly and walked into the
room before closing the door behind her, gently. She
leaned against the door, and watched the man in bed
stir awake.

Logan stirred, woken up by the sound of the door
opening and closing. He sniffed the air and then
abruptly sat up as Jean's scent reached his nose.
Logan stared at the redhead. He could see her
perfectly in the poorly lit room. "Jean, are ya
all right?"

Jean's eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness in the
room as she moved across the floor and lay down in
bed with Logan. "I can't sleep." she explained,
letting her eyes wander over his broad shoulders and
chest and down his stomach, then back up, then down his
muscular arms. His hands were placed firmly against
the mattress. How she wanted those big hands on her,
touching her. Jean shuddered as her mind began to
wander. She looked back up at Logan, and smiled lazily
at him. "Still not used to sleeping alone," she
answered the unspoken question. Of course that was a
lie; she just wanted to be close to him. She wanted
him to hold her, to kiss her, to . . . Control yourself, she thought.

Logan could smell Jean's arousal. The scent was
strong, stronger then he remembered. He realized that
he'd missed the scent of an aroused Jean, a very
aroused Jean. He inhaled the scent deeply, before
leaning over her, his mouth just hovering inches above
hers. "Ya smell so good, Jeannie…" He murmured as
his hand moved down her side, to her legs and then
inside her thighs. He watched her eyes close. He
moved his hand up, towards the place where she wanted
it most, but he moved it away.

Jean's eyes snapped open in disappointment once his hand disappeared. He wanted to play tease. She'll
show him 'tease', but not yet. No, her revenge will
come later. Tonight she just wanted to satisfy her
craving body. She lifted her head, up off the pillow,
and captured his mouth with hers, before pulling Logan
on top of her, never breaking the kiss. She slipped
her tongue out of her mouth, glided it over his teeth
before plunging it into his mouth. Their tongues
rubbed again one another, letting the flames of
passion grow hotter.