Author's Note: It kinda really sucks getting an anonymous bad review, but I wrote this anyway. I don't need to remind everyone about that rule about not having anything nice to say, do I? At least be constructive, you know?

Enough of my hurt feelings, here's one of Logan trying to get into Jean's pants.

Chemistry Lab, Xavier Institute

Jean watched her students file out of the classroom. She always loved the privilege of teaching at the Xavier institute. Her students were bright, motivated, and productive. As such, she worked hard to make sure she was giving them the best education possible. Sitting at her desk and reviewing her students' work, she heard a rap on the door. A very scruffy face leaned into the room. "Jean?"

Crossing her legs under the desk, she turned at the waist to meet him. Still feeling a little awkward from the blackout at the Danger Room that hospitalized the man she loved (and Logan as well), she was not sure how to feel about seeing him. "How can I help you Logan?"

His hands went to his waist as he walked into the room. He nonchalantly leaned against the wall and said, "It's that simulator. I can't figure how to work it. I'm anxious to get a good workout."

Logan, we're not supposed to talk about anything in the basement around here. I've got some work to do but I can help you shortly.

"Good, well I'll see ya then," he said, laying on the gruff as thickly as possible.

Logan had figured out how to operate the Danger Room. He set himself against the single ablest fighter the room could simulate. Amazed by the options available, he chose his opponent to have the style of a master samurai. After some searching, he even found the option to turn off the safeguards, and did so. He activated the simulation and went to meet the soulless swordsman below.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed, and Logan had still not dispatched his opponent. While the Wolverine had a nearly endless store of stamina, his simulated foe had a literally endless will to fight. The Wolverine loved the Danger Room now. He had been able to play his game of cat-and-also-cat with a robot this whole time without getting bored. While circling his opponent for what seemed to be the hundredth time, the illusions surrounding him faded, and a white-walled room took its place, with only a deactivated automaton for company.

"Awwwww DAMN IT JEAN," he growled.

Her voice sounded from the loudspeakers. "Logan, I can't let you take risks like that. You could have been killed."

He spat, "Fuck that Carebear bullshit. I thought this was the 'Danger Room.'"

"I'm still not going to allow it. And it looks like you don't need my help operating our system."

Logan had managed an excuse to remove his shirt. It was a little shredded and pretty bloodied from his playtime with the fake samurai. He tore off the tatters, standing only in his jeans. He wanted to show her more of his capabilities. "Well then I guess you have to baby-sit me now, Red. Why don't you give me your hardest obstacle course?" He eyed her intently.

"Okay, but no hazards." Logan spat again.

Moments later, a false forest loaded into the room. Wolverine looked at the trees, noticing the phony details all over the place. He sighed and suspended his disbelief.

"You'll love this," Jean said. A monkey sounded out from the top of the trees. "Get the monkey, Logan!"

He saw her playful smirk, and returned it. The monkey shrieked at him from the top of a tree. Logan leapt onto the tree, climbing with all fours. He reached a limb twenty feet above the ground, and looked up at the monkey again. It was trying to hide. Wolverine squinted his eyes, making some mental calculations about the scene before him. His eyes darted from branch to branch, guessing distances and structural integrity. He locked eyes with the fake monkey and started leaping. Thirty seconds later, he was suspended from the highest branch in the simulator, holding the shrieking monkey by the tail.

"I need a real target, Jean. Robots don't make for real practice. I need an opponent with real cunning and feelings. Maybe someone with gorgeous red hair and curves that don't quit," he said with a dangerous look in his eye.

Jean looked at him with a stern face, "You don't get to say those things. I'll tell Scott."

"No, darlin', I'll tell Scott," he said, smiling. "Seriously, c'mon in here. I promise I'll behave."

Jean had her doubts, but went to go meet him anyways. The Wolverine turned to see the doors opening on the ground floor, and Jean walked into the Danger Room. She wasn't in her X-Men costume, but instead wearing more casual clothes. He loved those tight jeans on her—which made him imagine how much he'd love them off of her. Hoping she caught that thought, he started to lay some ground rules. "The way I see it, you should be flying up there, trying to make sure I don't catch you. I'll be making jumps at you from the trees. I figure one minute should make this fair. You think you can dodge my advances for a whole minute?"

"I think you'd be amazed how long I can dodge your advances," she said. Despite the literal meaning of her statement, she knew she was flirting with him. She couldn't help herself. It could have been the powerful scent he gave off, a sweaty musk of manliness that made her think of how much he wasn't like Scott. Maybe it was the hair all over his body, and the powerful muscles too. She didn't feel this way about Piotr, and Jean didn't doubt that Colossus was stronger than the Wolverine. It was actually the way he looked at her, the way he knew that he was affecting her, the way he could read her mind better than she could read his. She floated to the top of the simulation and called down to him, "Come get me if you can." A part of her hoped he would.

Logan climbed the tree with the devil's will. She was shocked by how fast he actually moved up those things, and had to dodge one of his leaps in the first fifteen seconds. He had clearly held back on the monkey; he was playing for keeps now. He leapt again, this time from out of the corner of her eye. She darted to the right and pushed him away, barely eluding his tackle. If he caught her by surprise, it was over. She went into his mind and scanned his thoughts to anticipate his attacks. His next jump was easily evaded.

Now at he knew she was in his mind, he started to mess with hers. His imagination painted pictures of him grabbing for her and taking her shirt as she dodged. His mind crafted the image her breasts almost perfectly. Now, instead of spying on his tactics she was eavesdropping on his fantasy. Her heart started to beat wildly, and she lost her concentration. A growl came from behind her and she instinctually ducked, narrowly avoiding him. She flew over a few feet and gathered herself, but lost the Wolverine. Forced to find his mind, she again found herself in his raunchy imagination.

The topless representation of herself looked about the trees, and couldn't find Logan. He growled and darted from the shadows, taking her out of the sky and to the ground, where he broke her fall and immediately rolled over onto her. Still growling, he smelled her. She smelled of lust and fear. Jean began to realize that she started to smell like just that.

On cue, Logan leapt from the shadows, this time saving his growl for after he caught her. Her concentration shattered, she had no warning of his approach. His arms wrapped around her chest as he took her with him to the ground. Courteously, he rolled beneath her in the air and broke her fall. He then rolled over her, trapping her beneath 230 pounds of Wolverine and another 75 of adamantium. She looked at him, flustered and aroused, but still solidly loyal to Scott. He growled and sniffed her. The smell coming from between her thighs brought a smile to his face.

"Logan, get off me," she said weakly. Logan didn't comply, and instead brought his lips to the side of her neck.

"Scott's tied up with the professor right now. We got all the time we want, Red," he whispered gruffly into her ear.

She was starting to get flashbacks from her last time in the Danger Room, but couldn't tell that they were real memories. "I said get OFF ME!"

A telekinetic thrust forced Logan a good ten feet back. Jean rose to her feet and stared angrily at him. The game was over. She left the room.