Author's Note: Hey there guys and welcome to the new and improved The Mating of Two Souls! I am so excited to revisit this story with you guys! I just have a few things to say before we jump in...
First, I just want to let you all know that you do NOT have to read the original stories to enjoy this one. This is an expansion on those original oneshots. This story is based on those so you can visit them if you want to, but it is unnecessary.
Second, if you have read the originals then the first three chapters of this story will be very familiar to you. If you don't want to read them I totally understand but I recommend you do. While these chapters are based on the original three oneshots, they have been rewritten and expanded. For instance, the first chapter now includes Jessica's POV!
And third, I have been very sick for the past couple of weeks so I did not get to write as much as I had hoped. If you read the note attached to the original three oneshots, then you know that I had wanted to post the first three chapters today and then move onto a biweekly posting schedule. Unfortunately, I am still working on chapter three. So I will be posting the first two chapters today and starting my biweekly posting schedule with chapter three (meaning you'll see chapter three two weeks from today). I am so sorry for the change but hopefully you'll like the new chapter one and two so much you'll forgive me!
That's all I've got guys. So happy reading and I hope you enjoy!
Logan stalked through the halls of the school, his only light the moonlight flitting through the windows that lined the building. Though on a mission, he padded lightly so sleeping students stayed that way. Once he made it safely into the staff kitchen, he made a beeline for the fridge and the beer that waited inside.
Mission complete, he plopped down on a barstool and took a swig of the cold drink. He sighed. This was exactly what he needed after the night he'd had so far. Nightmares had always plagued him but they had gotten much worse in the last year.
He supposed after losing a teammate and his closest friend, not to mention the woman he loved by his own hand, nightmares were almost a given. New mixed with old to concoct the perfect cocktail for sleepless nights. His only solace was in daylight; in his waking hours, he could marvel at what Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had become. It was something Charles would be proud of.
Storm had taken to the role of Headmistress easily, fostering the same safe environment the professor had. More students were arriving with each semester, filling the halls of the school with movement and laughter. New mutants had also joined the staff of teachers in the mansion.
The student's favorite new teacher was Jessica Stevens, a mutant they had affectionately named the Sonic Boom. With just the sound of her voice, she could project shock waves that the Richter scale failed to rate.
And from the moment he first saw her, Logan wanted her. She stirred things in him that only Jean had before. Despite this fact, he had always done his best to stay away from her. He stayed away from anything that brought up thoughts of Jean and he stayed away from thoughts of Jessica as well.
He pretended not to know why thoughts of the shock wave goddess upset him but he knew. Jean had been safe, in a way, because there was no chance she would choose him over 'the good guy'. No one held Jessica's heart, however, and that meant he could win it for himself.
If he tried hard enough, she could be his.
She is ours.
He shook his head and gritted his teeth, pushing the voice to the back of his mind. He needed not to listen to that voice. Jessica was a beautiful and joyful young woman who deserved so much more than an emotionally scarred mutant afraid of giving himself to someone.
Still, he found himself thinking about what it would be like to hold her in his arms and claim her as his.
"Oh," a startled voice broke him from his thoughts.
He looked up to see Jessica standing in the doorway, her mouth open in surprise. He cursed himself for getting so caught up in thoughts of the earth-shattering mutant that she had managed to sneak up on him.
"Sorry, Logan." She walked further into the kitchen and filled a kettle with water. "I didn't think anyone else would be up." She placed the kettle back on the stove and turned to face him with a small smile.
Shrugging, he took in the sight of her. Her brown hair, which usually fell in waves down her back was thrown into the messiest bun he had ever seen. His fingers twitched with the urge to push away the strands that fell in her face. Sparkling green eyes were framed by glasses that sat atop her freckled nose. The tank and lounge pants she wore did nothing to hide the curves that lay beneath.
When the kettled steamed, she made quick work of finishing her tea and settled into the barstool across from him. The pair sat together in silence, the only sounds were their breathing.
"Well, this isn't awkward at all." When he only looked at her, she cleared her throat and continued. "The two of us sitting here acting like the world will fall around us if we utter a single word."
Logan stayed silent.
It occurred to him that he and Jessica had never been alone together before. That was probably for the best. Alone was intimate. Alone was dangerous.
"Of course with me, you never know." She smirked. "I might someday make the world crumble before me."
He tried not to but couldn't help the smile that crossed his face.
"I don't think I've ever seen you do that."
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he asked, "What?"
"Smile." He didn't miss the shiver that moved through her body when he spoke and had to admit that he liked having that effect on her. "Um, I don't think I've ever seen you smile." Her eyes moved down to the cup in her hands and she didn't say anything else for a moment. Then, she brought her eyes back to his. "You always look sad."
He didn't respond. He didn't know how to. He couldn't remember ever having much to smile about. He had plenty of reasons to be sad.
Silence fell over them again. Logan realized that while he would normally bristle at company on a night like this, Jessica's presence didn't affect him in that way. He found her presence quite… calming.
"Well," the woman across from him said as she stood and made her way to the sink behind him. "I think I'll head back up." By the time he looked up at her, she had already washed her teacup and made her way to the kitchen door. She looked at him with a smile and said, "Good night, Logan." With a little wave of her hand, she was gone.
That was a good thing, he thought as the animal inside pushed against him, trying to gain control. He had always known the animal was there, a voice in the back of his mind that was raw and feral. Despite the knowledge that it was there, whispering to him things that kept him safe and got him into trouble in the same breath, it had never pushed. It had always been content where it was, lying in the back of his mind.
Until Jessica.
She brought forth this beast with an ease that scared Logan. It made him feel dangerous and out of control, things he no longer wished to associate himself with. What if it took control and hurt someone?
What if it hurt Jessica?
Never, the voice whispered. We will never hurt her.
He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to push the voice away and feeling a fresh wave of frustration. He suddenly missed Jessica's soothing presence.
You let her walk away.
Away from him is where she needed to stay.
No. Not away.
He understood what the beast wanted from her. He had known enough mated ferals to recognize what was happening.
Go to her.
He wouldn't allow this. She deserved more. Better.
Claim her.
A growl ripped through him then and he felt the familiar sting of adamantium claws slicing through his skin. He sat still for a moment, breathing heavily as he calmed himself. When his breath returned to a semblance of normal, he sheathed his claws. He was happy to find that the animal had retreated if only a little.
Deciding that what he needed was a run through the grounds or some time in the danger room, he moved from his spot. When he passed the island he had shared with Jessica, he got a whiff of her scent. It was caramel and musk and something just her and he reveled in it. He wanted to go to her and find the source of that wonderful smell.
And suddenly he recognized the scent under the sweet smell.
Arousal.
He had only a moment of shock and confusion before the animal roared to the forefront of his mind.
Stalking through the halls, all he could think about was that delicious scent. Knowing his mate wanted him was all the incentive he needed to finally push Logan out of the way. He didn't understand why Logan was fighting this. They had waited so long for love, for peace, and now that it was in front of them the man wanted to throw it away.
It was bullshit!
Logan didn't know where her dwelling was, but he did. He had scented it out the first day she had been in the mansion but even if he hadn't he would have been able to find her. All he had to do was follow that scent.
When he reached her door, he opened it without knocking and went to her bedside.
She turned to him, shock in her eyes. "Logan, what are you doing in here?"
He cupped her jaw in one hand and used the other to support his weight as he leaned over her. He smiled as he smelled her arousal thicken in the air and heard her breath hitch in her throat.
Roughly, he brought his lips to hers. She tasted like comfort and excitement and his. This is what he had been waiting for since the moment she stepped foot in the mansion Logan kept them in. This is what he'd waited for while Logan pined over the telepath. This is what he had waited his exceedingly long life for.
And it was ending.
Small hands pushed hard against his chest as Jessica tore her lips from his. "What the hell was that?"
"It's called kissing, Jess." He was confused. This was his mate. She wanted him. Why was she pushing him away?
"I got that part, thanks." She was breathing heavily and he couldn't help but appreciate the rise and fall of her breasts. "I meant why in the hell did you just barge into my room and attack me?"
This wasn't right. While he did want her to be feisty - he wanted a playful mate after all - this was different. This was anger. "I want you."
He guessed that wasn't the right answer when her cheeks reddened and her hands fisted in her sheets. "Oh! Well, that makes it okay!" She rolled her eyes. When he made no effort to move away from her, she added. "You can get the fuck out now."
"Come on, Jess." He reached for her cheek again but she batted his hand away. If Logan had just marked her he would know what was going on. He wouldn't be so confused. "I know I'm not the only one that wants this."
She scoffed. "I hate to inform you that you are the only one that wants this."
Knowing his mate was mad at him brought a pain to his chest that was indescribable, but he liked her rosy cheeks and the way her eyes glittered in the moonlight. He wondered if he could make her look like that when he was between her legs. He just had to figure out what was going on here first. "I know you wanted me downstairs."
"No," she countered. "I wanted Logan." She looked him up and down. "I don't want the animal I see in front of me." And then she turned from him to lay down and cover herself with her soft burgundy blanket.
The animal was so shocked by her rejection that Logan was able to regain control of his senses. He cursed the beast because he had just ruined any chance Logan had of being with Jessica.
Not that it mattered because he didn't want to be with Jessica.
Right?
He knew he should leave. Jessica had made it clear that he needed to go. She didn't want him here. But he had a hard time making himself leave her when he knew this would probably be the last time they'd be alone together.
"Go to bed, Logan."
"Yeah." He nodded and rubbed a hand across his face. "Yeah, okay." It was hard to take the first step away from her but he finally managed to do it. The rest of the steps to the door weren't any easier. When he reached the door, he found it still slightly ajar. Opening it the rest of the way, he stopped and said, "I'm sorry, Jess. I'll leave you alone from now on."
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What the hell was that, she thought as she heard her bedroom door shut. She lay in her bed bewildered. All she had wanted was a cup of tea to help her sleep. She hadn't planned on running into Logan, the one mutant in the mansion she was drawn to but could never get alone. She hadn't planned on sitting with him, barely talking as her panties got damp just from being with him. She hadn't planned on him charging into her room and taking her lips so roughly against his.
She rubbed her thighs together as she remembered the feel of his calloused hand cupping her cheek, the push of his surprisingly soft lips, and the nip of his teeth.
Why exactly had she thrown him out?
She could have finally lived out all the fantasies she'd had about the feral mutant since she had first pulled up to the mansion and seen him sweaty and greasy beneath his motorcycle. Her thighs rubbed harder against each other as she tried to create friction between her legs.
Was what he had done really all that bad?
Yes, she decided, but she could look past it if it meant having him tonight.
Throwing the covers from her body she moved quickly to the door. When she peered into the hallway she could see him just about to turn the corner. "Logan," she whispered.
He turned toward her and seemed to freeze. She padded quietly in his direction, stopping only when she was right in front of him. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." She watched his eyebrows furrow in what she assumed was confusion. She had to admit she was a little confused too; she hadn't meant to apologize to him. "I just wasn't expecting… that."
She jutted her thumb back in the direction of her room.
"I'm so-" She cut him off by placing her finger against his lips. Still soft, they were a stark contrast to the scruff of his stubble. How had she missed that when he'd kissed her?
"Don't respond to my apology with an apology." She smirked. "It ruins mine." She saw and felt him smile and she realized why she was apologizing. That smile. She didn't want to be another reason for him to be sad. "Besides," she said a little breathlessly. "You already apologized."
He nodded and she smiled. Removing her finger from his lips, she stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. When she pulled back, she looked from his eyes to his lips. She wanted him more than she thought she'd ever wanted any other man. She thought about kissing him then but lost her nerve. Could she really do this?
She suddenly felt very shy and pulled away from him completely. "I should go back to bed." Without giving him the time to respond she turned away from him and moved to leave.
A hand grabbed hers, one of the same calloused hands that had cupped her cheek and made her weak with want in her room. "Don't." She turned to look at him and her heart crumpled at the pleading look in his eyes. "Don't go." He waited for her to nod before he tugged gently on her hand, pulling her flush against his body. His very warm, very hard body.
Hand still in hers, he leaned toward her and brushed his lips softly against hers. This was a very different kiss than before. In her room, his kiss had been rough and raw and animalistic. This was gentle and questioning, a soft touch to ask her for permission. She was so caught up in the contrast of his touches that she forgot to respond to him until he was pulling away from her.
No, she thought as she returned his kiss. Their kiss was short-lived, however, as she pulled away from him as he growled into her mouth.
"What's wrong?" There was a note of panic in his voice.
"Um, nothing." She smiled and tried not to giggle. "Just not used to guys growling when I kiss them." Not that she minded it. In fact, she kind of liked it.
He chuckled as he captured her lips in another kiss, this one more bruising than the last. She found she couldn't ignore the need to touch him any longer and ran her free hand up his chest, snaking it around his neck and twining her fingers in his hair. This time when he growled into her mouth she didn't hold back her laughter.
Deciding that this could be much better enjoyed in the privacy of her room, she pulled away and smiled up at him. When he looked confused at her withdrawal, she answered, "I hope you didn't think this was going to happen in the hall."
Logan chuckled again and another smile spread over his lips. She decided she really liked being the reason he smiled.
He stayed still when she pulled on his hand to lead him back to her room. It was her turn to be confused. "My room." His voice was low and rough and left no room for argument.
She let him lead her through the halls to his room, understanding why he preferred his room to hers. Because of his nightmares, his room was the most secluded in the mansion, hidden away in a wing they had yet to open to students. She knew they wouldn't be interrupted in his room.
It was safer, as well, because of her voice. She had complete control over the shockwaves that came from her throat in every aspect of her life but this one. When she was in the throws of passion she still tended to shake furniture and the rumbling usually woke those around her.
Before she knew it, she was inside Logan's room and backed against the door. She thought about warning him that his room may look a little out of place in the morning, but then he was there, leaning in close to her and she could smell leather and tobacco and him and all thoughts left her.
With one arm braced on the door beside her head, his other hand caressed her jaw and the length of her neck. He nuzzled his nose against hers and kissed her softly before running his lips down to the crook of her neck where he nipped lightly. Soft lips continued their exploration up her jaw to her ear.
Is he smelling me, she thought to herself as he buried his face in her hair and inhaled. As his hand moved from her face, grazed her breast, and settled on her hip so he could pull her tighter against him she decided she didn't mind this either.
It was sexy as fuck.
At the same that he kissed across her face and brought his lips back to hers, he dipped his hand into her pants, squeezing her bare ass.
"Logan," she breathed into his mouth. He growled into her and ground his hips into hers in response and she was suddenly very sure that she liked the growling.
He ripped his mouth from hers and rasped, "Need you, Jess." Their breath mingled in the closeness and she couldn't think of anything she needed more than him.
"Take me."
He needed no more permission than that to finish pushing her bottoms down and pull her shirt over her head. She also made quick work of removing his clothes, running her fingers along the dips of his muscles as she did so.
Once they stood naked in front of each other, he pulled her back to him, kissing her roughly again. She had only a moment to appreciate the warmth of his body before he pulled away to turn her toward the door and led her hands to brace against it. His warm, calloused hands ran along her arms, stopping to cup her breasts, and down to her hips. He pulled gently and suddenly she could feel him long and thick against her.
She thought he would enter her then but he left his weight against her and moved a hand around to her front, dipping his fingers into her curls to find the little bundle of nerves that jumped at his touch.
"So wet already." His voice was just a whisper against her shoulder. A finger rubbed soft circles against her until she rocked against him. As his finger picked up speed, her breath became shallow. She groaned in disappointment when his finger stopped moving so he could travel lower.
When he dipped one, then two fingers inside, her breath hitched. "Logan." She needed him to keep doing exactly this. She needed his finger circling her clit again. She needed him inside of her.
He removed his fingers and she sighed as she felt the head of him at her entrance. "Jess?"
He was asking for permission again and the rumble of his voice against her skin made her dizzy. All she could do was nod, and then he was inside of her, filling her.
Just this moment lived up to all of the fantasies she had spent most of the last year dreaming up.
His breath was rough as he groaned, "You feel so good, darlin'" He began rocking his hips into her and she met every thrust. A little sigh of pleasure fell from her lips as one of his hands fell onto the door next to hers and the other began kneading her breast.
Sighs turned to moans as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She could feel pressure building both between her legs and in her throat. When he asked her if she liked that, rolling her hardened nipple again, and she answered with a guttural moan, she thought she heard the scrap of wood against the floor.
But she didn't care.
She was so close. As if reading her mind, he left his assault on her breast, calloused hand scraping against her skin until he found that same sweet spot he had visited before. It took only a few swipes of his fingers against her clit before the pressure in her belly grew tight and then broke, spreading through her body in thunderous waves.
Logan's hips moved in time with each push of his fingers against her sensitive flesh until every ounce of pleasure had been wrenched from her body. Only then did he take her hips in both hands and his thrusts got deeper, rougher. All she could do was hold onto the door and pray she didn't splinter it with the force she could feel in her voice.
Her body responded to his, hips thrusting together, breath wild, as he brought her toward another climax. This time when ripples of pleasure coursed through her she felt him tense behind her as his thrusts became wild and sporadic. Then his hand found her breast again, taking her other nipple between two fingers, and he leaned harder against her. His lips found her neck again, the same spot that he had nipped earlier, and he placed a sloppy kiss on the spot before he bit down against her tender flesh.
A wave of pain flashed through her body, hot like fire, and mixed with the slow burn of her climax to bring her a pleasure she had never known before.
Then his hands were all over, a calm caress against fevered skin, as his soft lips ghosted over her neck. The pain in her neck lasted only moments but the sated, pleasured sensation lingered.
"Come here," he spoke as he pulled away and turned her back toward him. He placed another kiss on her lips before picking her up and carrying her to his bed. Placing her on the edge, he knelt before her. She tried to support herself in an upright position but found that it was exceedingly difficult - the late hour and carnal activities were making it very hard for her to even stay awake - so when Logan said, "Lay back, darlin'," she listened.
In her sleepy haze, she wondered what he was doing, but it didn't take her long to figure it out. He took one of her legs in his hands and kissed her ankle up to her knee and up her thigh, stopping just short of the place she so wanted his lips.
She was suddenly awake again.
Then he placed that leg over his shoulder and gave her other leg the same treatment, placing it on his other shoulder. Sitting up to rest her weight on her elbows, she looked down to see a smug smile on his handsome face. "Awake again, huh?"
"Well," she smirked down at him. "I wouldn't want to miss this."
Smug smile still in place, he lowered his head and she almost jumped out of her skin when he licked a broad, languid line from her entrance to her clit, circling the little nub. When he stayed there licking tight circles against her most sensitive flesh, her head fell back and a moan escaped her mouth. She knew his furniture would be completely out of place in the morning.
Logan stayed where he was, little circles making her muscles jump and twitch, until she rocked against his face. Once, twice, and then she made herself stop, afraid the movement would make him stop.
Which he did. "Jess." Silence followed after and she guessed he was waiting for her to look at him. When she did, his voice was soft but commanding. "Let go, darlin'."
She nodded and he lowered his head again. Instead of focusing on what she should or should not be doing, she focused on the way his mutton chops scraped against her skin, the way his tongue dipped into her entrance and licked up to tightly circle her clit. When he settled against her clit again and inserted a finger, she couldn't control the little rock of her hips.
When he inserted another finger, she bucked against him. He chuckled against her clit and the vibration sent a surge of pleasure through her belly. Without thinking about it, she began to buck and rock just as if they were back against the door and she was meeting the thrusts of his cock.
This time her orgasm snuck up on her, a sudden violent wave of pleasure that didn't seem like it would ever stop crashing. When she finally made it back to shore and was able to look back down at Logan, he was lifting his head and licking her from his fingers.
Fuck that was sexy, she thought.
She didn't have time to think much else before he took her in his arms again and lay them both in his bed. He pulled the covers over them both and the warmth was the final nail in the coffin; she was exhausted. She was having a hard time staying awake now that they lay in his warm bed facing each other, his hand caressing her neck.
"Sleep." His voice was a whisper but she heard him and closed her eyes. And just before she fell into slumber, she thought she heard him whisper again.
"I'm so sorry, Jess."
Author's Note: Well there it is. The night that will change both of their lives forever! What did you guys think? I would love it if you let me know what you're thinking and if you've read the original I would love to hear which version you love more!
Now onto chapter two!