Justin was waiting for Jean the moment she stepped out of the small house the next morning.
"How did he find you?"
"He's good at what he does."
"Is he the reason why you ended things."
"Justin, he knows me. It's not good for you to know me like he does."
"He said you were old friends."
"We are," she nodded.
"How long have you been together?"
"It's never been like that, timing was bad," she sighed.
Justin watched her, understanding that look that so often eluded his thinking. "He's leaving soon."
"It's best for everyone right now. I need to get to work."
"You're in love with him."
"Yes," she answered, and headed to the barn to begin her day.

Jean felt bad for Logan, stuck in the house like a prisoner when Mac had acres of land to roam around; but it wouldn't be good for him to be seen and bring his hosts under further suspicion. She could feel his eyes on her, following from window to window as she went about her day. After last night she thought keeping her distance from Logan would be a better choice, but for his wounded pride or her safety, she wasn't entirely sure. Her stoamch was just beginning to complain from skipping lunch when she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist.
"Logan," she hissed, nearly knocking the pitchfork into his head as she spun around to face him.
"Jean," he lodged the pitchfork into a bale of hay.
"You shouldn't be out here," she looked over his shoulder with a worried expression.
"Nobody saw me."
"Good," she pushed him away gently. "Bored enough to offer some help, then?"
"No," he grabbed her arm carefully.
"What is it?"
"Read my mind," he raised her hand to his temple, holding her fingers there with his hand.
Closing her eyes, she sank into his surface thoughts. They came so fast it was like fighting whitewater rapids; some would argue he had attention issues, but Jean knew he just couldn't stop thinking, analyzing, planning. Adjusting quickly to his familiar stream of thought, he concentrated on a certain thing and she grabbed it like an errant kite string, letting it suck her in.
Flashes of recent memory engulfed her. Their incarceration and escape, their parting, and his life on the run. He ached to see her face in a crowd as he blended in, wondering if she was just feet away as he hopped contintents. The it skipped to just that morning, seeing her tell Justin she was in love with Logan, and he pushed her out of his mind.
Standing there with that question in his eyes, she nodded and stepped toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He held her close, able to feel her heart racing as his hand traced along her back.
"Do any of them come to check on you," Logan's mouth brushed over her ear.
"Not often."
Logan raised his head, looking at the loft above them.
"I'm all sweaty," she reasoned.
"Doesn't matter," he muttered, taking her hand.
"I smell like a horse," she tried again as he put her ahead of him at the ladder.
"No, you don't," he jerked his head to tell her to climb up.
They climbed up into the loft, and Jean was surprised to see that an old blanket had been left there from the time Justin took the girls there and scared them half to death with stories that even Jean had shuddered at. That memory faded as Logan turned her to face him, bringing his mouth to hers. Everything seemed to go still when he kissed her, the feel of his lips were all she could concentrate on, so that she was surprised to find them laying on the blanket, clothes gone. He pulled back to look down at her, stroking her hip the same way that she had tried to calm him the night before. It was then that she realized she was shaking. She raised her head to kiss him, and felt him sink into her body. Sex for Jean used to be a pleasant enough experience, though she always had her mind clearly present and accounting for everything going on. This however was nothing like she had known, his thoughts invaded her mind without her reaching for them, leaving Jean in a severely heightened state of want for him. With him in control, she dug her fingers into his back, trying not to make too much noise as each of his movements drew her close to the edge. He groaned low in his throat, nipping the side of her neck with his teeth.
A small rush caused Jean to cry out, and Logan mistook the noise for discomfort, trying to slow his pace.
"No," she groaned in desperation, pressing her heel into the back of his thigh.
He growled, the strength of his thrusts increasing until her back lifted off the blanket, pressing into his chest; his own pleasure slammed into her head, drawing out her own physical response. Logan nuzzled his nose against hers, causing her to stir and capture his lips in a long kiss. He stayed there, lying on top of her as their kisses became soft and short in their weaker state. Jean drifted off to sleep, letting Logan pull her onto her side with him.

Jean was draped across his body, running her fingers through the hair on his chest.
"I didn't realize how lonely I was," she thought out loud.
"You and me both, Red."
"I missed this."
"We never did this before," he smirked.
"I missed being myself."
"This has the added bonus of being yourself naked," he chuckled.
"Logan,"she rolled her eyes with a laugh.
"I detect a hint of a question, Red."
Unnerved with his talent for knowing her moods too well, she slipped from his grip and turned over, lying on her stomach and hoping he'd take the hint and let it go. A sigh escaped her lips when she felt him turn toward her, tracing a slow line down her spine with one finger.
"Can't do that, you know I don't take avoidance well."
"Will we ever be together?"
He sighed, and she could tell he raked a hand through his hair. "I don't know."
"Why did you take me off that list?"
"You ask a lot of questions," he kissed a spot behind her ear.
"I want to know."
"So you and the girls could find a place to hide and stay still."
"I think you like them," Jean tried not to smile as she spoke.
"They're okay," he grinned.
"Don't just disappear when you have to leave," she looked over her shoulder at him.
"I won't," he kissed her shoulderblade, keeping his eyes locked to hers.
Two pairs of feet running into the barn brought them back to the real world.
"Shit," Jean muttered.
"Jean, you in here?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there," she called, gathering up her clothes.
"Logan's gone, did he leave?"
"I'm here, too," he smirked as Jean stopped getting dressed to smack him for speaking up.
"We'll come back-" they started to back out as Jean came to the ladder.
"Let's go into the house, he'll join us in a minute."
Logan slipped through the door a few minutes later, smiling almost sheepishly as Kitty and Jubliee grinned at him, and walked very casually over to Jean to kiss her. The girls laughed, and Jean even felt Logan's chest vibrate with a supressed chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"I don't know, ask those two," he shrugged.
The calm moment was disrupted as Mac knocked on the door.
"Hey..." Jean greeted him.
"Need to talk to him,"he answered.
"Come in, I have to start dinner. Let's go girls," she gave Logan a kiss as she left.
Jean was trying to ignore the girls furtive talking and Justin's silence as she seasoned the steaks, blinking in surprise to see Logan coming in behind Mac.
"Jean," Logan called hoarsely.
She grabbed his hand and took him into the bathroom, shutting them inside.
"What."
"I have to leave tonight. Those guys who tried to take Kitty are starting to talk."
Jean nodded, kissing him fiercely so he wouldn't have to see her eyes fill up with tears. When her desire overpowered the deep ache of sadness in her chest, she broke away slowly.
"After dinner, I'll tell the girls," he panted.
It was silent at the dinner table, no one tried to make conversation. Mac and Justin acted like this was any other night, and Jean was grateful for them in their lives. Kitty and Jubliee picked at their food, knowing something was wrong.
"Girls, let's go," Logan announced quietly, taking them back to the small house.
Jean started cleaning up, but Justin stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"He's got to go, you only have a little time left together."
"Thank you," she whispered, running across the yard.
Kitty and Jubliee were crying as she came in, Logan had a comforting hand on each girl's shoulder. In his eyes she could see regret, to see them hurting gave him the same pain. Without a word, Jean joined them on the couch. Logan allowed Jubliee to lean into his side, and he placed his hand on Jean's cheek, smiling as she turned to kiss the center of his palm.
When darkness came, Logan pulled on his jacket and shouldered his bag. He took his time hugging the girls goodbye, and then approached Jean.
"I'm gonna be back," he told Jean, staring deeply into her eyes.
"I know, be safe."
He crushed her mouth to his, like if he kissed her hard enough he would be able to taste her in the days and weeks and probably months away from Jean.
"If they try to touch the girls again-"
"I'll see to it personally."
He nodded and kissed her again, then ducked out into the night.