Over
by
Eiluned
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Notes: Takes place during NXM #139. Insert some time between Jean's telepathic reaming and the end of the issue. Thanks to Kratzee for the inspiration and quickie beta. The song lyrics and title are from "Over" by Portishead.
To tread this fantasy openly
What have I done?
Oh this uncertainty is taking me over.
She had always known he was attracted to her. And she had always been attracted to him, even back when she didn't particularly like him. And maybe most of all, she wanted Scott to hurt the way he'd hurt her.
Logan looked surprised when she cornered him outside of his room. Was too surprised to try to stop her when she pushed him against his door and kissed him hard.
"Jean, I don't think--" he started to say, but she stopped him.
"Don't. No more excuses," she whispered, pressing her body against his.
When she pushed him down on his bed, she could see the reluctance in his eyes, but it was battling lust, sheer need for her. When she stripped naked, all but the barest hint of reluctance was chased away.
He had always wanted her, she knew. His body responded to the sight of her and her touch, arching into her hands as she undressed him.
And she had always wanted him. She'd wondered what it would be like to feel his mouth on her breasts, his hands on her skin, his cock inside of her. She wondered what it would be like to ride his hips, letting him drive her to climax after climax.
She lowered herself onto his erection slowly, feeling the burn of too many months of celibacy. She thought about the reason for that celibacy, and a sob of guilt caught in her throat.
He immediately sat up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close in his lap.
"My god, what am I doing?" she whispered, letting him cradle her against his hard, naked body. "Is this wrong?"
He stroked her hair, his body tense with the effort of keeping himself still. "I don't know, darlin'," he whispered back. "I don't know about anything anymore. Do you want to stop?"
She shook her head, pressing her cheek against his, feeling the scratch of his stubble. "No," she replied. "I'm sorry... No, don't stop."
She had always imagined sex with him to be wild, like animals, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. He was gentle and reverent, worshipping her with his hands, thrusting slow and deep inside of her.
She looked into his eyes again and what she saw made her clench up inside, with guilt and pain and longing.
"You deserve more than this," she murmured.
He simply wrapped his arms around her waist and drove into her, bringing her to orgasm. She bit her lip to keep from crying out his name, sobbing silently at the pleasure and the pain. A few more deep thrusts and he was gasping against her shoulder, coming deep inside of her. He didn't say a word, but she could feel the words he wanted to say, the words he'd wanted to say to her for years.
She wondered if she'd ever have the opportunity to say them back.
"Why do you think it would never work between us?" she asked softly, curling her body around his, feeling him grow soft inside of her.
He sighed, a deep shuddering breath. "I don't know."
"Do you still think it couldn't work?"
"I don't know anything anymore," he repeated, hugging her tightly against him.
"Neither do I," she whispered.
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