Author's Note: These stories have no purpose other than sex, but I really do craft a story and incorporate handy things like character development, plot, and conflicts. Super-powered sex has been capturing my imagination lately...

Winter, 1975. Xavier Institute.

The mutant known as the Wolverine reluctantly allowed himself to be subjected to the professor's experiments. Xavier soothed the beast's mind, easing the idea of being bound to a table while suppressing the obvious parallels to horrific experiments that had been performed on him in the not too distant past. Wolverine understood, in his logical mind, that these were more readings of his abilities as opposed to ventures in sadistic science. His primal nature did not see the difference, though. His body tensed with rage whenever one of the machines drew near.

Scott Summers stood next to the professor, watching the procedures. He had not one ounce of care for this creature in front of him. It didn't take a psychic to see an attraction between the Wolverine and Scott's special lady. But Xavier always knew best. As team leader of the X-Men, he needed to be present to have a working knowledge of what this new mutant could do. And unfortunately, the tests read him to be the toughest collection of purely organic matter that had ever been analyzed.

"You're impressed Scott. Admit it," the bald man spoke from his wheelchair.

"He's the perfect barbarian."

"Indeed. But Rome itself fell to barbarians on multiple occasions. His healing factor is among the best we've seen. I think if he were properly driven, he could even regenerate a whole limb."

"Fascinating," Scott said with sarcasm, while hating the fact that it was true.

"Scott, don't drag your feet here. If this Wolverine were truly to fight with us, for us, we would be a force to be reckoned with. What would you do if your opponent proved impervious to your optic blasts? Or if you could not sense an unseen attacker? What if you were dealt a blow that broke your legs? How would you effectively lead your team then?"

"Yes professor… I understand, but I need a minute," Scott weakly said as he walked towards the door.

"Be in the Danger Room in an hour Scott. Some good teamwork will help you understand each other."

Scott left the examination room only to find Jean Grey waiting for him outside. Her presence brought relief to his heart, thinking that she was there to see him. Little did he know she was eavesdropping on the experiments, using her mind's eye to inspect the new subject. Sensing his delight, she brought her mind back to Scott. She had been meaning to be with him, before all this commotion and confusion started.

"Scott, I have something for you," she said while flashing him a smile. From behind her back she produced a neatly wrapped box. His spirit bounced from darkness into elation as he grabbed the box and read the card.

"Oh, Jean. This is wonderful. You'll have to let me know what I did to deserve this. I intend to keep doing it."

The card read, "For those times that glasses just won't do."

He did his best to unwrap the gift without damaging the wrapping. The box was a flat square, no more than an inch high while fitting inside his palm. Taking off the lid, a reddish glow met his eye. Two ruby lenses lay on a cotton pad, each roughly the size of his eye socket.

"I talked to the professor and he designed them for you," she said, lifting them without her hands. "They fit over your eyes and gently bond to your skin. They'll stick to you better than glasses, and you don't have to worry about hurting anyone in your peripheral vision. Close your eyes."

He did so, and felt his glasses coming off of his face. He held still as the lenses pressed against the skin around his eyelids. It felt weird, but so did the glasses at first.

"There. How do I look?"

Scott opened his eyes and loved what he saw. He didn't notice at first that the lenses didn't filter as much light as his glasses do. He didn't pay attention to the richer parts of the spectrum that never spilled into his vision. He stared at Jean, who had unzipped her suit from her neck to just below her waist. While his mind fumbled with the words that fit his feelings, his body moved to express himself more accurately. His right hand found the small of her back and pulled her close, while his left cradled her jawline. He pressed his lips to hers, gently but firmly. She lightly opened his mouth for him, bringing her tongue to feel his. Scott's fingers went through her hair to hold the back her head, engaging her passion with his own. He felt her hands on his backside, pulling their hips together, while he also felt his zipper being undone. He split his focus from their twining tongues to look down and see what she was doing with that mind of hers.

She had pulled his zipper all the way down to his crotch, spreading his suit apart to reveal his chest. Her own suit was spread as well, revealing her breasts to him. She smiled at his wonder, and pulled her arms from out of their sleeves, which made the top of her costume hang from her hips. Scott's heart raced—not from seeing the bared beauty of Jean Grey, but from this public display the two of them were putting on.

"Jean, not here," he began.

Scott, don't worry.

Her soothing words should have eased his mind, but they didn't. Jean brought her fingers to his chest, feeling its strength. She thought of the muscles beneath the skin, and the beating heart behind the muscles. Goosebumps rose on his flesh as she caressed him from the top of his chest to the bottom of his stomach, and Scott's breath stopped in his throat as her hands touched his cock. He nervously looked down both sides of the corridor as his costume slid off his shoulders, seemingly with a mind of its own. His costume slid down past his buttocks, revealing his erection to the whole basement corridor. Jean knelt before her lover, one hand holding the base of his cock and the other holding his muscular butt. She licked him on his tip and he shuddered. She smiled, and while licking him all the way up and down his member, she practiced her powers of empathy and amplified the pleasure in his brain. Scott's knees wobbled, feeling as weak as if he were having his first orgasm. She took his cock into her mouth and he took in a gasp as she blew his mind.

Scott had no concept of how much time had passed, lost in a world of delights that he barely believed could exist. When his sense returned to him, Jean was standing up and rolling her costume to her knees, sensually arching her body while her hands ran her clothing down her curves. She turned and put her hands on the wall, leaning forward and pointing her luscious rear at Scott.

"Take me, Scott," he heard in both his mind and his ear.

He looked down at his throbbing member, and despite how badly he wanted to fuck her then and there, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It wasn't like him to engage in public sex like some sort of animal. "Jean, this really isn't the place—"

"Just fuck me, Scott," she said, a little exasperated.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Scott grabbed her by the wrist and tried to take her down the hall to their room. She pulled away, frustrated. "Damn it Scott! Is it so hard to fuck your girlfriend when and where she wants?"

Jean stormed off, angrily pulling her suit back up. Scott hadn't seen her like this before. Usually her sexuality was much more reserved, like his, but something seemed to have changed her. He looked to the door of the Examination room, where Wolverine's physical capabilities were still being catalogued. Something changed Jean, or maybe someone.