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Repairing what's lost
"Oh, he did it again," Jubilee cried and her eyes followed the little boy that ran around the room and laughed like a maniac. "How many shirts did Wolvie buy again?" she asked and pointed at Julian's dark blue one that read in proud, white letters Daddy's favorite boy. "Yesterday it was My daddy rocks, the day before Hung like a 2 year old…"
"Don't forget Daddy's lil' Squirt and I can kick your baby's ass!" Kitty added and laughed when the boy squealed since his father had hidden behind a sofa and had grabbed him laughing. "He is so childish…"
"I wonder where Ms. Grey is," Rogue said and looked once more towards the door. "And Ms. Munroe isn't here either…"
"Who knows what they are doing," Jubilee shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't want to come down because of Mr. Summers?"
"Who knows?" Kitty shrugged and couldn't help but notice how Logan and his son stayed on the right side of the room, while Scott and his daughter were on the opposite side. The tension between both men was too obvious to the others and they only waited for the big fight.
"How is the potty training going, boy?" Hank asked and ignored the playful snarl Logan gave him.
"Surprisingly good," the man replied and nuzzled Julian's cheek when this one wrapped his tiny arms around his neck. "Right, kiddo?"
Laughing, Hank looked around the room. "So…where's your girl, hm?"
"Good question," Logan said and even if he tried, he couldn't hear Jean and Ororo talking. "Maybe she just doesn't feel comfortable with everyone around…," he began and stopped in mid-sentence.
"Around?" Hank asked and followed the man's gaze just to stare at the door in shock. "Dear God…," he mumbled and smiled. "Well, my boy…. I think Moira has just called me," he said and nodded politely into Jean's direction before he left the couple alone.
While Logan's eyes began to shine and scanned her body that was wrapped in the silky, but tight dark green gown that reached to the ground and showed her curves, Jean kept her eyes downcast and was chewing on her lower lip nervously. Ororo had helped her to pin up her hair, nevertheless she couldn't help but feel nervous to be dressed like that. Her heart was racing horribly and, even if Ororo had assured her that she was looking good, she still didn't think so. She had to close her eyes when she accidentally picked up on the voices of the others, but opened them again when Logan touched her chin and gave her a warm smile. "Ya look gorgeous, darlin'," he smiled and gave her a gentle kiss. "So beautiful…," he added in a whisper and kissed her again.
"Do you think so?" Jean asked and knew that her cheeks were probably as red as her hair.
"Well it ain't me they're starin' at, gorgeous," Logan chuckled and handed Julian over to her. "I get ya a drink," he said and placed another kiss onto her neck. "Ya smell good," he whispered against her skin and made her shiver with it.
"Mommy!" Julian cried to get her attention and Jean snapped out of her thoughts.
"What baby?" she asked and ran a hand through her son's messy hair.
"I want Po!"
Looking around she couldn't see the dog and gave the boy a look. "I don't know where Blue is, sweety. Where did he go?"
"I don't know," Julian replied and began to look around, too. "Where did he go?" he repeated what his mother had said; knowing the game by now.
"I don't know," Jean said and looked up when Logan held a drink into her direction. "Thank you."
He only smirked at her and pulled her closer with one arm. "Stop bein' so nervous, darlin'," he said in a hushed voice so that only she could hear him. "There's no reason for ya t'be it. Right, pumkin?"
"No!" Julian said, not knowing what the topic was, but loving the sound of that word.
"See?" Logan asked Jean jokingly and couldn't help but kiss her again. He wrapped one arm around her waist and led her over to where Ororo was standing with Hank and the Professor.
"Like what I did?" the woman asked jokingly with a nod at Jean and her smile widened when Logan placed a kiss onto the redhead's cheek.
"Eww," Julian made and received a cocked eyebrow from his father, while the others laughed.
"What eww?!" the man grunted and put his glass onto a table nearby, before he took the boy from Jean and growled playfully. "Think that's eww?" he asked and held his son steady while he placed kisses on this one's cheek. Laughing in joy, Julian tried to escape from his father's grip and cried his favorite word "No!" aloud. "Yeah!" Logan gave back and couldn't help but chuckle when the boy went on squealing.
"You know…," Hank said and smirked. "For someone, who wanted to sell that kid a few months ago, you act pretty father-like now, my boy."
"My kid ain't for sell, Furball!" Logan growled and cradled the boy in his arms.
"I only repeated what you said over and over again," Hank replied laughing. "It's great to see that you finally act as a father."
"Daddy!" Julian cried happily and wrapped his tiny arms around the man's neck. "A hug!"
"A hug?" Logan cocked an eyebrow. "I'm already huggin' ya, kid."
"No! A hug!" the boy begged and was pulled even closer by the man.
"You're tired, kiddo."
"No! Not tired."
"Daddy's right," Jean said and stroked over the boy's hair and back.
"Wanna go nighty-night?" Logan asked.
"No, not tired!" Julian began to cry and tried to escape the hug he'd wanted before.
"I'm going to bed in about thirty minutes anyway," Ororo told the couple. "I can put him to bed in my room if you want. In that way you won't wake him later."
"It's still early," Scott said and came over.
"I know, but I had a rather sleepless night," the woman waved off and smiled at the sleeping girl in his arms. "And it seems someone else needs her sleep, too, hm?"
"She's sleeping all day…," he smiled and looked at the girl in his arms lovingly, but his smile faded when he met Logan's eyes. "Anyway… I have to bring her upstairs. Good night!" he said and left the group.
While Jean looked down and had noticed his sudden cold behavior, Logan glared daggers at the man's back and only looked up when something bumped into his shoulder softly. "Not tired, eh?" he mocked and shook his head with a smirk.
"I think I'm off, too," Ororo yawned. "If you want I take him with me," she offered and waited for Jean and Logan to give the boy a goodnight kiss before she left the room, too.
"Well…," Hank said and watched the younger X-Men joking with each other, while Moira talked to the Professor next to the Christmas tree. "…it seems as if you have your rooms for yourselves later, hm?" He smiled when Jean's cheeks became red and she lowered her head in embarrassment. "Anyway, I have to admit that you look beautiful, Jean." He laughed when Logan narrowed his eyes warningly and pulled the redhead closer. "Don't worry, my boy. I have my own lady." He smiled at Moira when she came over to them.
"You coming?" she asked and touched his arm to the great surprise of Jean and some of the younger students.
"I'll be right there, my dear," he replied and pressed a gentle kiss onto the woman's cheek. "I think we call it a night, too, my friends." He smiled at Logan and Jean before he wished the others a good-night and retreated.
"Did you know that?" the redhead asked and watched how the couple closed the door behind them.
"I wasn't so sure," Logan shrugged. "She always had his scent on her, but I thought it was because they're workin' in the same room… I call that somethin'." Seeing her nodding, he smiled and took her hand. "So… Ya wanna stay a bit longer or go t'bed, too?"
"I…I think we should call it a night, too," Jean replied but didn't look up, which made him cock an eyebrow.
"'kay," Logan shrugged and waved at Rogue and the Professor, before he led the redhead to the door first and stairs next. "I love that gown," he said while they walked upstairs and chuckled when she blushed. "Looks good on ya." Smirking at her, he gave her a brief kiss and led her upstairs.
Logan carefully closed the door behind them and watched how Jean stopped at the small table to put her gifts onto it. Smirking, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You alright?" he asked after nuzzling her neck, since he could tell that something stressed her.
"Yes," Jean lied and gave him a weak smile. "I'm fine…"
"No, ya not," he replied and let go of her to lead her over to the bed, where he sat down with her sitting astride on his lap. "What's wrong?" Logan asked with furrowed brows and brushed a strand back behind her ear. "What are ya scared of?"
"It's nothing," she waved off and lowered her gaze; thinking that her heart would burst through her chest any minute.
Hearing it too easily, Logan shook his head. "Ya ain't gonna force yourself t'do it, Red," he said and was about to pull her off of his lap when she leant in to kiss him. Responding to it first, he rolled them over so that both lay next to the other and stroked down her neck, but stopped at her back. He was overwhelmed by her fear and nervousness that he refused to go further even if he wanted to so badly. Even her kisses weren't relaxed at all and he began to ask himself how tensed a person could become before they would faint. He broke the kiss after a moment and looked deep into her green pools. "Ya ain't ready…," he whispered and traced her features. "And ya don't have t'do it because of me, darlin'…"
"I…I'm not doing it because of that…," Jean replied but was unable to control her voice. She couldn't stop her tears from falling when she noticed his look and bit her lip hard. "Please, Logan, if I can't do it with you now, I think I'll never be able to do it again…," she began to sob and covered her face with one hand in shame.
"That's bullshit, Jeannie!" Logan replied and pulled her hand gently away. "It's no use if ya force yourself t'do it.."
"But I want it," she gave back and gave him a pleading look, while she reached out to touch his cheek. "Please, Logan, don't make me beg…"
"Red, ya know that ya can't stop me if I cross that line…," he said and felt clearly uncomfortable about the whole situation. "I don't want t'hurt ya…"
"You won't hurt me," she whispered and leant into his touch when he used his thumb to wipe her tears away. "I trust you…"
Heaving a deep breath, Logan rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling while he thought about her demand. He couldn't deny that he wanted her badly. Too badly for his taste. The animal in him was fighting too hard against its cage and wanted him to give in, but he knew better. He knew what he would risk if he said yes. Sighing, Logan turned his head and looked at her; unable to deny how beautiful she looked in that gown. Once more his senses picked up on everything she was feeling at the same moment, was overwhelmed by it until his nose took notice of the sweet scent again that lay hidden underneath the rest. "Ya sure?" he asked and received a weak nod from her. "Under two conditions!" Logan added and sat up a bit. "I'll stop as soon as I think that ya can't handle it and two, you're on top and control it!"
"I need you to be on top…," Jean replied and lowered her head when he shook his. "Fine…," she agreed after a moment and was pulled over to him for a kiss, when her heart began to race even more. She wanted to face her fear and finally have a life again, but had to remind herself over and over again that he wouldn't hurt her, that she could trust him… She began to feel even worse when their skin touched and even if he tried his best to make her feel comfortable, she was close to freak out.
"It's too soon," Logan sighed and broke the kiss, but she shook her head, which made him groan in frustration. "Jean…"
"I need you to be on top…," Jean said barely audible and but her lip. "I can't do this…"
"We shouldn't be doin' this at all," he said plainly and rolled them over, so that they lay next to each other again. "Look…," he added after noticing once more how desperate she was and moved over a bit. "We do it like that. We go as far as ya feel fine with it, if it's getting' too much for ya we stop there. You're puttin' way too much pressure on yourself by thinkin' that ya have t'do it now. 'kay?" Logan asked and caressed her cheek lovingly.
Jean looked back into his warm eyes that were so full of love for her that it almost hurt. "Okay…," she agreed and received another smile and kiss of him. "But…"
"Yeah, I'll be on top if it makes ya happy," he chuckled and went on kissing her tenderly. As he'd thought she became less nervous and tensed her muscles only briefly when he used his hand to pull down the gown a bit. His lips kissed his way down from her neck to her collarbone, while his now free hand stroked down her ribcage. "Wanna pull that off?" Logan asked huskily and saw how she was biting her lower lip but nodded. As gently as he could, he pulled her into a sitting position and peeled her out of the gown that landed on the floor. Before the redhead could even think about it, his shirt and pants lay next to her gown and she became a bit jumpy due to the sudden skin to skin contact. "Ya still fine?" Jean heard him whispering into her ear and could tell that he sounded concerned.
"Yeah," she replied, even if her heart was beating triple rhythms and closed her eyes again since his tongue was caressing a sensitive spot on her neck once more. When she began to feel more confident she allowed her hands to stroke over his back, but still she didn't dare to go further than his boxers.
"Think ya can go further?" Logan asked and looked at her questioningly. "Wanna try t'get rid of those?"
Knowing what he meant, insecurity washed over her and she didn't know what to say. One part of her wanted him to go further, the other felt scared. Nevertheless, she knew she could trust him, she knew he wouldn't force her at all to do something she wasn't ready to do, which this little gesture of him proved once more. "Yeah…," Jean breathed and sat up a bit to make it easier for him to open her bra. Once more her heart even gained speed after the fabric landed on the ground and his eyes began to scan her body. The heat that shot into her face made her cheeks flush and it became even easier for him to hear her strong heartbeat through her chest.
Smiling warmly, Logan bent down and kissed her again. "You've no idea how beautiful ya are, darlin'," he said huskily and kissed her once more. Leaving her lips swollen due to his stubble, he worked his way downwards; fully aware of the changes in her body the whole time through. The constant waves of fear, nervousness and pleasure washed over him one after the next and he tried his best to show her that her negative feelings weren't necessary. He wouldn't hurt her at all. Logan froze briefly after Jean had uttered a brief shriek but kept his hands at her panties. "I won't use anythin' else than my hands and mouth, darlin'," he assured her since he could tell why fear was overwhelming her all of a sudden. "Think ya can trust me with this?" he asked and waited for her nod, then he freed her from the last clothing and gave her another kiss, before he went on with his caressing.
The redhead, who had lain back down, closed her eyes and tried to control her emotions by breathing evenly. Still, she soon had to hold her breath and grabbed the first thing her hands could reach hard when he caused her heart to gain speed and hammer against her chest, which was quickly followed by more heavy breathing. Suddenly she had forgotten about her fear; she was hardly able to think at all and gasp with widened eyes when the world around her seemed to explode. "Ya alright?" Logan asked and began to feel worried since she didn't react at all for minutes. "Jeannie?"
"Yeah… I'm fine…," Jean managed to say after an eternity and gave him an odd look. "Why did you stop?"
"Why did ya stop?!" he asked and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Because ya lay there like dead and were starin' off into nowhere?!"
"I'm fine," she assured him once more but could tell that he had his doubts. "Really! I was just…surprised…"
"Surprised?!" he asked and shook his head. "Whatever…" Moving upwards again, Logan placed another kiss onto her lips and stroked down her neck to her ribs with a serious look. "I think we should stop here…," he told her his honest opinion. "I mean… You're not overwhelmin' my senses that much anymore, but I think…"
"No," Jean said and shook her head. "I want to try, Logan… Please…"
"Sure?" he asked and received a nod, but it was no secret to him how she really felt. "If ya tense up on me…I'll stop and I don't care if ya keep on beggin' then!" he warned her and began to pull his boxers down. Instantly he felt her muscles tensing when his hardness touched her skin. "Last chance, Red," Logan warned her and kept most of his weight off of her by supporting himself with his arms next to her head. "Ya know ya can still stop me now without a fight…"
"It's okay…," she said barely audible but swallowed hard next and couldn't prevent herself from beginning to quiver when he parted her legs a bit. Her breathing automatically began to quicken and her heart to hammer against her chest, when she felt how he shifted his weight on her. All her mind could think about was how much it had hurt the past times, how sick and bad she had felt afterwards and in how much pain she had often been for days. Then she began to tell herself that he wasn't Richard, that he wouldn't hurt her as her ex had done, that there was nothing to be afraid of… Still, a single sob escaped her lips and Logan froze in his movement to give her a concerned look.
"Did I hurt ya?" he asked and feared that she was still hurt from the inside, but began to cock an eyebrow at her, since all she did was to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him down.
"I'm fine…," Jean whispered once more and bit her lip when a single tear rolled down her cheek…
Believe it or not, but the last part was way easier to write that the party part at the beginning. LOL I hope you guys enjoyed reading it and will leave a review: ) I'll try to update Changes soon. See ya!!
