Author's Note: So this chapter wasn't really easy to write, which is why it took so long. Enjoy!
Professor Xavier's Office.
"Scott, I need to give you a lesson in Psychology," the Professor began. "I need to give you a way to understand the difference between Jean and the Phoenix."
"Alright…"
"Jean's powers manifested during a delicate stage in her development. From a very young age she was able to make things happen by desire alone. She indulged her desires constantly, from the simple manipulation of a cookie jar to manipulation of her parent's minds. She was nearly able to get away with anything when her parents realized what had been happening. At first they distanced themselves, emotionally and physically. But when Jean's abilities got out of control, they called me."
Scott interrupted, "I've heard this before. Jean and I are very close and she's told me about her childhood."
"There are pieces you don't know, because Jean herself does not know. She has a 15 hour blackout from the emergence of Phoenix. As soon as she heard that I was taking her away from home, she got very emotional. Much like other mutants, her powers got very powerful under emotional duress. I have never experienced such a powerful psychic presence before, and she tried very hard to destroy me."
Scott thought back to his latest experience with Phoenix. It was the worst experience of his life. "Did she try to destroy me?"
"No Scott, she wanted to hurt you. But I was getting to psychology. Eventually, Phoenix tired itself out. The house looked like a hurricane had run through it, and I was completely exhausted. I sedated her heavily and prepared to cage her wildly powerful emotions."
"Charles, you don't get to fuck with people's heads. That's your first rule."
Xavier rolled about the office now, very pensive about the hard choices he's had to make. "Scott, I had to do what I had to do. Life forces you to make decisions, and sometimes what seems like a good and necessary rule has exceptions. There's no way to know if I made the right choice or not, but now we have to face the consequences. Jean is the end result of my operation. Her desires never reach her conscious mind. Whenever these desires are stifled, Phoenix gets angry inside its cage. Phoenix wants the Woverine. Jean won't let her have him. What happened to the three of you in the Danger Room is proof that her desires are getting too powerful."
A thought made Scott's inside twist – the thought that Logan actually did fuck his girlfriend. Phoenix didn't just fuck with his mind, she fucked with Logan and brought him along. He buried his head in his hands and wretched inside his brain.
"Now is not the time to be thinking jealous thoughts Scott. Logan never actually touched Jean. And Jean had nothing to do with what happened in your mind and Logan's. That was all Phoenix. Focus on the issue. Phoenix is having strong sexual desires for Logan. Jean loves you dearly, and could never indulge in that desire. However, if her desires get too strong, Phoenix will emerge again, and endanger everyone's lives if she does not get what she wants."
Scott spoke darkly, "And Logan would give it to her."
"You need to gather yourself! Think about this constructively. You need to learn how to give Jean what she desires. Phoenix wants an aspect of sex you're not giving her, and she knows that Logan will give her as much as could possibly be found."
Now Scott was taking what he was hearing as an affront to his manhood. Xavier tried to ease his tension, but he was a very experienced therapist and knew he had to encounter this resistance. "Scott, is sex dirty?"
"Oh, what the fuck is this?" Scott's anger bubbled up.
"Okay, let's forget about this whole thing. You can just go ignore the fact that your girlfriend's desire for an animal will endanger everyone at this school."
Scott took a deep breath. Xavier always knew best. "No, sex is not dirty."
"Well it certainly isn't clean is it? All those fluids going everywhere, two sweaty naked bodies beating against each other. It's downright nasty. Now do you think sex is dirty?"
"No, sex is an expression of love, not some carnal need that needs to be fulfilled."
"It's both, Scott. You want to express your love to Jean when you're having sex with her. That's all well and good, and is a large part of why Jean loves you back. But there is a carnal side to sex. You don't want to believe that Jean wants a heavy fucking. You are scared because you are scared to think of her that way. But it's okay if sex isn't always civilized."
"What do you mean?"
The man in the wheelchair continued, "You are a mammal. Just 1 million years ago every so-called human was just a mammal. Now we are more than that, but despite our magnificent leaps forward in evolution, we are still mammals. We eat like mammals, we behave like mammals from time to time, and we also happen to fuck like mammals. I think you are afraid to think of yourself as a mammal. You feel that you are somehow above these primitive instincts and desires. But you need to realize it's not a good thing to just pretend that you're not an animal. The Wolverine is quite clearly not afraid to identify himself as an animal. Do you see what I am saying?"
Everything sank in very slowly to Scott's brain, but it all made sense. He didn't like thinking that there was something fundamentally wrong with the way he related to Jean, and that somehow Logan had it right. But he didn't like the idea of that Phoenix getting any more powerful either. The professor decided now would be the best time to broach a sensitive subject. "Scott, I need to run you through some simulations. I need you to practice this new idea of carnality."
Staring in disbelief, Scott said, "What?"
"I know that nobody likes working with someone over their shoulder, and that this could perhaps be the worst time to have a backseat driver, but I need to run you through some simulations. I need to help teach you how to find that section of your mind that you've cordoned off and labeled as primitive. This is an essential part of the therapy, Scott."
"No way."
Scott found Jean in their bedroom. She was sitting at the desk, grading some tests. Mentally exhausted, he fell face first onto the bed. He had been in therapy all day listening to this and that about his sexuality. He was happy to be able to just lie down and ignore sex for a while.
"Scott," Jean said, not looking up from her desk. "I've been missing you."
"Missing me for how long?"
"Ever since I started thinking about you. About an hour ago."
He turned his head to look at her. Under the desk, her legs were wide apart. Her right arm was jutting into her lap, and the hand was clearly busy with something. Despite his tired state, he recognized the feeling of blood rushing to his genitals. "Sorry I took so long. It must have been pretty tough, thinking about me for an hour."
Jean dropped her pencil on the desk when she felt his touch on her shoulder. Her hand sped up, and she laid her head back, only to feel Scott's mouth on the back of her neck. Her heart raced as he nipped her up down her neck. His hands reached across her chest, one moving down into Jean's crotch and the other cupping her breast and teasing her nipple. "Stand up," he told her.
She rose from her chair and tried to turn around, but Scott held her firmly. His fingers gave her nipple a pinch, and he bit a little more firmly into her neck. She gasped, and put her fingers back to her clit, rubbing it violently. He hurriedly unfastened her skirt, and it fell in a circle around her feet. Jean breathed out loudly, feeling her pleasure well up. Scott felt his arms tighten up, and without realizing what he was doing he ripped her blouse open. Both of his hands cupped Jeans breasts and firmly held her to him. His teeth gently pinched her earlobe and she gasped.
Scott thought about Jean in the hallway, wanting him so badly. He thought of her bending forward, presenting herself. "Bend over on the bed."
"Scott," she breathed. He let her fall back into his arms and he picked her up, taking her to the bed. She rolled onto her front and brought her knees up, raising that luscious rear of hers. He quickly got naked from the waist down and kneeled behind Jean on the bed. His fingers felt her opening, and was astounded at how soaked she was. He pressed forward, entering her. Jean moaned with pleasure, and he started up a slow pace. He soon felt her cumming, and as her moans turned into screams something clicked inside Scott. He wanted her to scream louder, and so he sped up. She did start to scream louder, and this emboldened Scott even more. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him with each thrust. Their flesh slapped together as he forcefully drove into her. Jean let out a passionate shriek and pulsed her energy outward, but Scott held on to her and kept fucking her as hard as he could. She radiated her pleasure and he felt her orgasms rush into his body. He felt his own climax rising, and leaned forward to get as deep into her as possible. He fell onto her back as he came inside of her, the two of them moaning in satisfaction. He closed his eyes as his body relaxed, the pleasure seeping out of him.
He opened his eyes to find himself in Xavier's office again. Charles looked at him and said, "that was very good Scott. I think you're ready for our next lesson."