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.
