Moonlight
by
Eiluned



Archive: Yes to Alex and WXF. All others please ask first.

Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, not me. Lucky bastards.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. If it ain't your cuppa Darjeeling, you might not want to read this.

Notes: This is not a PWP. I've decided that I'm going to call it Erotica. ::grin:: Think of it as smut with characterization. Sex as the plot.

Thanks to my beta readers Alex, Devil Doll and Meg. This would have been filled with typos and goofy phrasing without you. ;)

'Thoughts.'
~Telepathy.~




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From Starlight:

"I love you, Jeannie," he whispered, kissing her softly.

She smiled against his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth. "I'm glad you came up here," she said between kisses. "Now, what say we go back inside?"

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The moon was rising over the dark line of trees. Jean watched its silver face peek over the horizon as she floated down from the roof. Logan was leaning on his windowsill, grinning at her. He offered a hand, and she took it, letting him help her into his room.

Her feet touched the carpet silently, and Logan immediately pulled her into his arms, his lips seeking hers out. She couldn't help shuddering. It was as if she couldn't quite wrap her mind around the fact that she was about to make love to Logan. Her poor mind just couldn't keep up with her body.

His hands slid into her hair, tilting her head to give him better access, kissing her deeply. She let her hands wander over his shoulders and back, mapping the strong muscles, feeling the way they tensed and relaxed under her touch. He groaned into her mouth when she gripped his ass tightly, pulling him against her body.

He was rock-hard, rubbing against her belly, hot even through their clothes. She pressed herself against his erection, and he pulled his mouth away from hers, his blue eyes dark and hazy.

She leaned closer to him, nipping at his bottom lip, sliding her fingers into his thick hair. She tipped his head back and licked at his neck, pressing her tongue against his pounding pulse, feeding off of the moans and growls that vibrated against her lips.

His skin tasted wonderful. A bit salty, warm and rich, just the way she'd always imagined he'd taste. She licked underneath his ear, biting at his earlobe gently, starting to shiver from the intensity of his thoughts.

Sex for Jean was always immersion. She couldn't keep her mind shielded, she just couldn't, and she ended up sharing her lover's every thought and emotion. Sometimes, it was wonderful, but it was a bit disappointing when Scott started thinking about Danger Room exercises while he was making love to her.

Logan, with the exception of a few random, primitive thoughts about food, was focused entirely on her, so much so that it was almost frightening. It was also arousing beyond belief.

His big hands had slid down her back and were currently squeezing her ass, fingertips teasing the insides of her thighs, almost touching where she wanted it the most, but not quite. Impatience getting the better of her, she skimmed her mouth down his neck and sank her teeth sharply into the tendon between his neck and shoulder.

He growled fiercely, one hand tangling in her hair, jerking her head back. Twisting to the side a bit, he shoved her against the wall beside the window, pinning her there with his body. The thoughts flitting through her mind shifted suddenly, taking on a more feral taste, the urge to mate close to overcoming him.

A strange idea formed in Jean's mind, probably coming a bit from him, a bit from her. He was waiting for her to submit, to acknowledge his domination over her. She wasn't quite ready to do that yet.

She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled up. He grabbed the collar and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor somewhere behind him. Jean ran her hands over the hard, bulging muscles of his chest, fingernails leaving red marks that disappeared right before her eyes.

Logan growled at her, his eyes narrowing, grip in her hair tightening. She responded with a sly smile, fingernails running tight circles around his flat nipples. That, along with a shift of her hips against his, made him moan, his eyes slipping shut for a second. "Jesus," he muttered.

"Not exactly," she replied, dipping her head to suck at one rapidly hardening nipple.

He yanked her head back, making her gasp in surprise. 'Do it,' he thought, the smirk on his lips telling her that he knew she was in his mind. 'Say you're mine.'

She smirked back, arching so that her breasts just barely rubbed against his chest. ~You already know that I am,~ she sent back to him.

His free hand came up and squeezed her breast. "I wanna hear you say it," he purred, pinching her nipple through the cloth of her shirt.

~Make me,~ she teased.

The sudden *snikt* of his claws extending made her jump. He slid them underneath her shirt and sliced it right up the middle, between her breasts. She watched, fascinated, as the claws disappeared back into his knuckles. God only knew why that turned her on so much. He smirked again, pushing the shredded sides of her tank top apart.

He growled, running his fingers over first one breast, then the other, lightly brushing over her nipples. She moaned, first from his touch and then again from the surge of animal lust that raced through him. "Has anyone ever told you that you have magnificent breasts?" he said, a roguish grin on his face.

"Not recently--oh!" she shuddered when he pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He loosed his grip in her hair and slid that hand down her body, quickly working the button and zipper of her shorts, still squeezing her nipple. "Say it. Tell me you're mine," he said.

Instead of answering, she popped the buttons of his jeans open and pushed them over his hips with her mind, slipping one hand down between their bodies.

'Oh, my,' she thought, sliding her fingers over his hard cock, listening to him moan.

He was much bigger than she would have thought, especially for a man his height. She wrapped her hand around his erection, feeling it throb against her palm. He gave a strangled kind of moan at her touch, cupping her breast in his hand and squeezing it.

"Say it," he panted, gasping as she twisted her wrist, stroking him from base to tip.

She just smiled, leaning forward and kissing him hard. Groaning, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him with a sudden burst of tenderness. She shivered at his soft touches along the small of her back, sighing against his lips.

"I want to be inside you," he whispered, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip.

Jean closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around his neck, stroking him steadily, precum making his cock slick under her hand. He was beginning to growl softly again, his thoughts shifting back toward frenzy. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, kissing her frantically.

He slid his hands down under her shorts and pushed them over her hips. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, parting her thighs for his hand. She pulled away from his mouth when his fingers brushed her clit, gasping loudly. 'So wet,' he thought into her mind, pushing two fingers inside of her.

She moaned, bucking against his hand. "God, Logan, please," she whispered, her hand stilling on his erection.

He seemed to gain a bit of his coherency back now that she wasn't stroking him. Grinning wickedly at her, he bared his teeth. "Please what?" he teased, his voice a low rumble.

She gave an exasperated moan and worked herself on his hand, feeling an orgasm beginning to build deep inside of her. "Please," she whimpered.

"Darlin', you've gotta tell me what you want," he purred, pulling his fingers out and sliding them deliberately over her clit.

She moaned. "Logan, please..."

She felt a sudden burst of intense desire from him and caught a glimpse of herself through his eyes, panting and flushed, red hair tousled, eyes shut tightly. He was beyond aroused, his cock so hard that it ached.

Logan pressed his fingertips rhythmically against her clit, and her eyes flew open, locking with his. "Oh, god, Logan, I'm gonna come," she gasped. "I want you inside of me, please, please, I want to come with you inside me--"

Jean felt his control snap like a rubber band stretched too far. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her off the ground easily, pressing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, shaking almost uncontrollably. He shifted his hips, and she felt the broad head of his cock press tightly against her opening.

God, it was just too much, she was so immersed in his mind, she was drowning in sensation, in his thoughts, his desire, his love, his need for her to submit to him completely.

Jean tilted her head back, baring her throat to him.

"Yours," she whispered, surrendering.

With a savage, triumphant snarl, he lunged forward and sank his teeth into the side of her neck, at the same time pushing her hips down, penetrating her fully in one hard stroke.

Sharp pain and intense pleasure merged, and she came harder than she ever had in her life. She froze, her sex clenching wildly around his cock, unable to suppress her loud, gasping cries.

Logan began to thrust as soon as she could breathe again, twisting his hips up against hers, licking her throat where he had bitten. "God, you feel good," he groaned in her ear. "So tight... god, you're so tight..."

The line between his thoughts and hers had blurred so much that she could hardly tell whose was whose. What he was feeling, the actual sensation of being inside her, couldn't translate and just came through as raw physical pleasure. It buzzed in her mind, pushing her steadily back toward climax.

"Jeannie," he murmured against her skin, still licking and sucking at her neck, "God, baby, you feel so good... love you... god, I wanna come inside you..."

Logan pulled his mouth away from her neck, kissing her lips briefly before tipping his head back, eyes slipping shut, reveling in sensation. The bright silver moonlight played across his face, illuminating the muscular column of his neck, casting his features into sharp relief.

He was raw and primal, mindlessly pumping into her, pushing for his own orgasm and yet dragging her along with him. She could feel that the urge to plant his seed deep inside of her was overwhelming him. His moves became shorter and sharper, each hard thrust pushing his pubic bone against her clit.

The familiar haze of a powerful orgasm began to fog Jean's mind, as the sheer ferality of Logan's thoughts bled over into hers. Her eyes were locked on his unconsciously bared throat, watching, waiting for the right moment...

'Mine.'

The thought echoed in her mind; she wasn't sure if it came from herself or from Logan. Moving like a thing possessed, she bit down on his throat hard enough to draw blood.

Logan's body convulsed at the sudden flash of pain, and he thrust savagely deep, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back. She felt his cock swell and throb inside of her and a burst of wet heat before the mental waves of his orgasm swept her under.

It was a long while before either of them recovered enough to do anything more than pant and shudder. "Jesus," Logan muttered, his forehead pressed against her neck.

~Mmm... I can sympathize,~ she sent, too overwhelmed and exhausted to say it out loud.

He smiled and mouthed his way up her neck, taking her lips in a long, tender kiss, thumb wiping away the smear of his blood from the corner of her lips. "You're a wildcat, you know that?" he murmured against her lips.

She blushed and gave him an embarrassed grin. "Sorry about that," she whispered.

He chuckled. "Don't apologize, darlin'. And bite me anytime you like."

Jean laughed out loud. "Well, at least it won't leave a bruise..."

This time, Logan looked a bit abashed. "Yeah, I think you're gonna have a nice one," he said, running his finger over her neck.

She shrugged as well as she could while being pinned against a wall. "It doesn't bother me any."

Logan grinned and slid both of his hands under her ass, pulling her away from the wall and carrying her over to the bed. He shifted inside of her when he moved, and she sucked in a breath. He was still as hard as ever.

"Um... Logan?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot," he replied, kneeling on the bed and slowly lowering her to the mattress, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Your healing factor -- gasp! -- I'm assuming you can recover quickly from... anything?"

He gave her a wicked grin and began to thrust slowly.



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