Warning: This chapter contains mature content. Read at your own risk. ;)
Tomorrow, the chosen five were going to go on a rescue mission. Jean, Eric, Pietro and Ororo were picking Logan's brain about the location of the former bomb shelter, and what they could expect from the Morlocks.
"Well, they're definitely...different," Logan said.
"Can you be more specific?" Eric asked.
"They're very hostile to anyone that's not one of them. What they lack in mutant abilities, they make up in fightin' skills."
"So you're saying we won't be welcome with open arms," Pietro stated the obvious.
"Afraid not," Logan sighed, "But their leader - Callisto has a thing for powerful mutants. Like you, Eric," Logan grinned.
Eric looked up at the ceiling, but kept himself from rolling his eyes.
"She'll love Jean," Logan said.
"Lots of people do, apparently," Eric said looking straight at Logan. Did he mean just Logan or Scott as well?
"Okay, now that we got that out of the way," Jean said, "let's circle back to the plan, please."
"They're sneaky, and there'll be a lot of 'em. We'll most likely get trapped," Logan said.
"Shouldn't we try to avoid that?" Ororo asked.
"Getting trapped may actually benefit us," Eric said, "We need to persuade as many of them as possible that they're in danger. We won't have time to talk to each one of them individually. Jean, can you use your telepathy to make them believe us?"
"I can definitely persuade some of them at once. But I've never tried it on too many people at the same time," she said.
"Worst case scenario, I can get a lot of them out of there quickly if it comes to that..." Pietro said, by "that" meaning the explosion.
"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Eric said concerned.
Logan and Jean looked at each other, and then at Pietro.
"He's worried about you," Jean told Pietro telepathically.
Ororo smiled. "You better tell him soon," she thought.
"There may not be enough time to fill you in when you come back from the sewers, so we need to talk about this now," Charles said.
"Go on, Charles," Eric said.
"When the sentinels show up, we need to drive them away from the school as far as possible," Charles said.
"Obviously," Logan said what everyone else thought.
"Yes, but there's a problem. When we drive them away from the school, we may drive them towards innocent people," Charles was concerned about human casualties.
"I thought the sentinels don't hurt humans," Raven said.
"They don't, but you might. Accidentally, of course," he said. Jean knew he meant mainly her.
"We have to get them out of harms way," Charles added.
"What d'ya suggest?" Logan asked.
"I'll enter the minds of as many people as I can, and push them into a different direction than you and the sentinels will be going," he said.
"I can help with that. And maybe some Morlocks will help us get people we don't reach into safety," Jean said.
"I disagree with that. We'll need Jean with us," Eric hasn't even seen her powers yet, but he knew she was the only one that could stop them. Just like she did Apocalypse.
"We can't have her unleash that kind of power right away. Jean and I will take care of the people while you drive the sentinels away from them and from the school. After that you step back, and let Jean handle the rest," Charles said, confident with his plan.
"So I'll be in reserve for a while," Jean smiled remembering what she learned about battles in a History class.
"Precisely," Charles smiled back, "Any questions?", he asked.
"None, General X," Logan said in good fun.
"Alright then," he laughed.
"We should do something fun tonight!" Pietro said.
"Like what, go out?" Jubilee asked.
"I think we should hang out here together. You know, have a good time," Kurt said. He never realized how much he loved this school until it was in danger.
"Ya speak my mind, Nightcrawler!" Logan said.
Charles and Eric were playing chess. It was their favorite thing to do.
"For having such a strong mind, you sure stink at chess," Eric teased.
"I'm most focused on having a good time. I don't need to prove myself to everyone all the time," Charles teased back.
"Ouch," Eric said as he was about to make a winning move. He moved the piece with his mind, as he often did, but this time, Jean intercepted it with her telekinesis. The piece landed in a wrong spot.
"You!" Eric glared at Jean who was standing a few feet away from them.
"I have no idea what you mean," she shrugged innocently, but her eyes gave her away.
"Ya better be nice to her, Eric, she's a real powerhouse," Logan laughed, sitting at the bar with Kurt.
"Well, I guess you would know," Eric raised his eyebrow, letting everyone know what he meant.
"Oh, ya have no idea," Logan thought.
Moira was painting Ororo's nails by the open window. Ororo was feeling the pressure and Moira tried to take her mind off of it.
"What do you think of the color?" Moira asked.
"Glittery silver, that's all me," she said.
"It's okay to be scared,' Moira said.
"It's not so much that I'm scared, it's just...I still feel like I caused this to happen," she said with guilt.
"Apocalypse did. And the ignorant ones unable to judge the group of people fairly," Moira said, "Besides, you have a chance to make it right this time. Channel all your feelings into it."
"Thank you, Moira, you're a good friend."
She became a sort of therapist for the X-Men in recent weeks, even to Charles. Maybe that was her ability.
Jubilee and Scott were sitting on the couch. They have formed a strong friendship since Logan showed up.
"Do you think I'll be useful against the sentinels?" Jubilee asked.
"Of course you will!" Scott said.
"I wasn't in training," she said sadly.
"Just because Nightcrawler helped you out doesn't mean you weren't useful. Look at me, Storm saved my ass more than once!" Scott said.
"I think I saw Wolverine help you out as well," Jubilee said.
"Sure, rub it in," Scott said, cheering her up a bit.
"What are you guys doing?" Jean made her way to the bar where Logan and Kurt were sitting.
"Nothin' much. Teachin' our Elf here to drink whiskey," Logan said as he tapped Kurt on his back.
"I'm not very good at it," Kurt cringed. He was so concerned with a burning taste in his mouth, he didn't notice Logan called him "Elf".
"It takes time to be good at it," Logan laughed.
Out of nowhere, Pietro started singing along to "The Pina Colada Song" as it came up on VH1, pretending that the remote control was a microphone. It sounded like he couldn't choose which scale he wanted to sing in.
"Have you been teaching him as well?" Jean asked Logan.
"For his sake, I wish I could say yes," Logan said.
"I actually do need a drink after that," Kurt cringed from a completely different reason this time, as he was witnessing a musical murder.
It was getting late. Everybody already went to bed, but Logan and Jean. They were sitting on a couch in the living room.
"I hope Kurt won't be too hungover tomorrow," Jean said.
"Even if he is, he doesn't have a mission tomorrow. He can sleep it off," he said.
"What is it, Jean?" Logan asked her when he sensed her mood change.
Jean shook her head to say "nothing", but Logan wasn't buying it, "Come on, Red, tell me," Logan said as he brushed her hair with his fingers.
Jean tried to find the right words to describe how she felt. "Well, the best way to describe it is...I guess I know how the people working on the Manhattan Project felt before they tested the bomb," she said.
"Ya worried you're gonna cause a huge neutron chain reaction?" Logan joked.
"Okay, I don't feel exactly like them," she smiled, "But there'll be a lot of sentinels there. I will have to hit them with everything I have," she said.
"And ya worry the blast will be too much," Logan understood.
"Yes, exactly," she said sadly.
"That won't happen, Jeannie. You and Charles will get the people into safety while we draw the damn things away, and then you'll come in and save the day," he said cheerfully.
"But what if you're not far enough from it? What if it spreads miles across?" Jean asked horrified at the prospect.
"I don't think that's gonna happen. But if it does and this is my last night with you, I ain't wastin' it," he said as he pulled her on top of him.
Logan leaned back on the couch with Jean in his arms sitting right on top of him. He kissed her lips as if this truly was their last night. He caressed Jean's soft thigh and then went higher to squeeze her round butt. His other hand played with Jean's silky hair. Jean started kissing his neck very lightly. He felt Jean's full lips and hot breath on him, and he wanted more. He stopped playing with her hair, and stuck his hand underneath her shirt. Logan touched Jean's flat stomach, and she wished he would either move up or down. His hand then cupped her firm breast. "Ahhh," Jean moaned right next to his ear. She moved her hips in a circular motion, teasing him, fully feeling Logan's erection through his jeans.
"Jeannie," he whispered. She was getting hot herself. Logan could smell her arousal. He picked himself off the couch, holding her tightly. He carried her quickly to her room, and grunted in frustration when he couldn't open the door right away with Jean still in his arms. She reached behind her back and opened the door for him. Logan walked in and gently let her down on the floor. He looked her, she was so beautiful, and so ready for him. Jean gave him a quick kiss before she took his shirt off, and let it fall on the ground, just like the first time he was there. Jean then noticed the door was still open and she used her telekinesis to slam it shut. She then admired Logan's gorgeous hard body. Every muscle as if carved by a world class sculptor.
"You're gorgeous," she said as she touched his arms and chest. Her touch sent a wave of adrenaline through him, his jeans were painfully tight. Jean read his thoughts and took his belt off, and pulled down the zipper telekinetically. It was Logan's turn to take her shirt off. He was lost for words every time he saw her. She was the definition of beauty, pure perfection. He took her bra off and kissed her beautiful breasts. He circled his tongue around her nipple, and tightly cupped the other breast. It was right on the verge of pain but it felt so good. Jean inhaled sharply. She gave his pants a pull and let them drop down. Logan didn't wait long and pulled Jean's little shorts down as well. He picked her up again and carried her on her bed. Their lips and tongues met in a passionate dance. She tasted so sweet and her incredible scent was driving his senses crazy. "My Goddess," he whispered between kisses. She made him feel things he never felt before. He needed her so badly. His arm roamed around her body, touching her soft skin. He went farther and farther down. He found her clit and started rubbing it with his fingers. Jean was very responsive to his touch, sweet tension controlling her body. She moaned softly, and involuntarily leaned her head back. Logan's free hand found her chin and then gently pulled her head back down so he could see her face. He wanted to see her as she was riding waves of pleasure, he wanted to see how good he made her feel. Jean's hand went down as well. She rubbed Logan's impressive length up and down slowly. All of a sudden, Logan stopped, leaving her panting and wanting more. Jean looked at him as he licked his fingers that he was pleasuring her with just seconds ago. It made Jean's heart beat even quicker. Logan then put his fingers to her lips, touching them softly. Jean licked his fingers as well. "Logan, I need you inside me..." Jean said, nearly pleading. He placed himself in between her long legs, and slowly put his entire length in her hot wet opening.
"Oh yeah," Jean moaned. Logan rocked back and forth rhythmically, enjoying their physical and psychological union. He caressed her hip and grabbed her butt again, picking up speed. Jean wrapped her legs around his waist, and moved her hips to meet his. "Jeannie, ya feel so damn good," he whispered in her ear. She scratched his back, letting him know she was getting closer and closer. She scratched so hard, it drew blood. Logan grunted in pleasure and pain as his wounds sealed up. He grabbed her hands and pinned them down on the bed, taking full control over her. And it made her even more excited. She was his, all his. He nibbled on her neck gently, and noticed her breaths were becoming quicker and more shallow. He sped up even more and, making her moans louder and louder. Logan then let go of her hands, letting her hold onto him as she was about to reach orgasm. His strokes were hard and fast, he felt the walls of Jean's sex throbbing against him. "Yeah, Jeannie. Cum for me, darlin'..." Logan whispered as he wanted to give her the highest high she could ever experience. "Logan," she whispered between moans. "Logan," she said as she started to tremble all over. "LOGAN!" she screamed in pure ecstasy as she held onto him for dear life. Hearing Jean scream his name pushed him over the edge. "Oh, Jeannie," he said as he filled her up inside. "Oh Jeannie...oh Jeannie, oh Jeannie..." he kept on saying until it became just one long word. A word that symbolized his undying love for her. Jean still held onto him tight, never wanting to let him go. They were looking at each other, trying to catch a breath. He stroked her face gently, and she caressed his arms. And for this instant nothing mattered. Nothing else existed, only the two of them and their loving embrace.