Spectrum
Green
by
Eiluned



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Disclaimer: Marvel owns them. I just have my wicked way with them. :)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content and some violence.




The blackness was so complete, so suffocating that Jean couldn't help wondering if she had died. Panic started to edge into her consciousness and she fought to control her breathing. The last thing she needed was to upset Logan more. She took a few calming breaths and focused herself again. 'I will not panic,' she thought.

She blinked and she was suddenly in a forest. Evergreens towered over her head. It was dark and a bit foggy, and a swollen full moon cast a little light into the forest. The whole scene reminded her of something out of an old vampire movie. She took a few steps forward tentatively. If this scene was from Logan's past, she was more than likely in the Canadian Rockies. She couldn't be sure that the wild animals in this place were harmless, but the wild animal she was most concerned about was Logan.

Jean thought back about what Logan had told her of his past. He woke up and found himself in a forest. . . she wondered if she was in that memory. She heard the rustle in the underbrush ahead of her a split second too late. A large, dark figure rose out of the bushes and stalked toward her, regarding her with a predator's eye. His clothing was ripped practically to shreds and looked like it might have been a prison uniform. Black hair fell even more wildly around his face and he was in dire need of a razor.

"Logan," she said quietly, unsure of his mental state.

His eyes nearly glowed and Jean took a cautious step back. "Wolverine," he growled and lunged for her.

Wolverine pushed her back against a tree, pinning her in place with his body. Jean felt a guilty little thrill of arousal at the situation, and she tried to mask it. He stared at her for a long moment, sniffing the air, and she immediately realized what he was thinking. This Wolverine was running on pure instinct, and his instincts were telling him to mate.

He ducked his head and slowly ran his tongue up the side of her neck to her jaw, licking at the sensitive patch of skin under her ear. Jean shuddered and swallowed the moan that threatened to come out. Raising his head, Wolverine licked his lips and leaned very close to her face, and Jean knew that she was lost.

Wolverine moved so quickly that Jean barely had time to comprehend the motion before she was flat on her back. He nudged her knees with his and she immediately parted her legs. When he settled down onto her, she tentatively touched his rough cheek. "Do you know who I am?" she asked softly.

He looked confused, as if he knew her but couldn't quite place her face. He just grunted and pressed his groin tightly against hers. Jean gasped when his hard cock pushed against her clit, and she arched up under him.

Wolverine lifted himself up on one elbow and yanked her skirt up around her waist. Her panties just seemed to irritate him, and without warning, he popped a claw and sliced them open at the crotch. Jean's heart nearly stopped from fear, but another surge of hot desire arced through her. This man was no more than an animal right now, and he was going to take her in precisely that manner. She shivered at the thought.

He suddenly attacked her mouth, thrusting his tongue against hers roughly. His free hand pulled her blouse open and cupped her breast, squeezing it, then slid down her stomach and between her legs. She moaned when his long fingers brushed over her clit, and two of them slid inside of her. She arched up against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He groaned deep in his throat and pulled his fingers out, slicking them over her clit. Jean kissed him furiously, trying to hold back the whimpers. If he kept doing this, she was going to come. . .

Wolverine suddenly lifted himself up and she felt him shoving his tattered pants down his hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned up to bite at his nipples. She had never felt this much primal lust in her life. She didn't care that the forest litter was digging into her back. She just needed Wolverine to fuck her right now.

He forced her down flat and nipped at her throat. He didn't bother with teasing; he just plunged into her, pushing until every inch of his cock was inside. Jean cried out, her gasp echoing in the silent forest. She slid her hands down and grabbed his ass, encouraging him. It felt like his thrusts were going to push her through the ground, and it felt so fucking good to her. She moved her hips with his, slamming them together forcefully.

Wolverine pushed himself up onto his knees and yanked her hips up onto his muscular thighs, driving into her from a different angle. Jean had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. This was the perfect angle, and she felt herself plummeting toward orgasm with every thrust. He stared down at her, fire burning in his eyes and his jaw slack, panting with every lunge. He was gripping her hips so hard she was sure he would leave bruises. She grabbed his biceps and arched her back and he suddenly shifted her so that her clit ground against the coarse hair at his groin.

It was as if a star went supernova inside of her body. She couldn't hold back this scream, and it filled the forest. "Ah, yeah," Wolverine hissed. "Come for me."

Jean's entire body convulsed and she fought to gasp in a breath. She had never come this hard in her life; it was as if her soul was turning itself inside out. Tears were streaming down her cheeks when her orgasm finally subsided. The higher-pitched echoes of her cries blended with Wolverine's low moans, the sounds bouncing off of the silent trees. Her orgasm-fogged brain barely registered the fact that he had a particularly odd look on his face.

"Jean?" he whispered, then pressed deep into her and went absolutely still.

She could actually feel the first spurt of semen inside of her, could feel his cock pulse against the walls of her sex. "Oh, god," he moaned, burying his face in her neck, "Jean, Jean, Jean, Jean. . . "

He came for what seemed like an eternity, then collapsed, rolling to his back and taking her with him.

*Jean, are you all right? Your heart rate just skyrocketed.*

Professor Xavier's voice echoed in her mind and Jean nearly laughed. *I'm fine, Professor.*

Jean laid her head on Logan's shoulder and listened to his heart pound, waiting for her breathing to slow. Her body still tingled from her orgasm and the psychic connection between them sang. Slowly, fear and confusion crept in around the edges of his consciousness, and she curled more tightly into him.

"Jean. . . I don't understand what's goin' on," Logan said quietly. "You shouldn't be here. I shouldn't know who you are."

She gazed into the darkness of the forest around them. "Do you remember why I'm here?" she asked.

She could feel him frown. "Sorta. . . I think I'm lost in my own head," he answered.

Jean smiled, lightly kissing the center of his chest. "Something like that. What is this place?"

"Wood Buffalo National Park, in Canada. This is where I woke up," he said quietly, stroking her back. "I didn't remember anything about myself, except for the name Logan. I don't even know if that's my real name. I just got used to it. Wolverine was on my dog tags.

"I wasn't a man when I woke up. I felt like an animal. I could barely speak. After a while living out here, I smelled humans in the forest. I tracked them," he cleared his throat. "They took me back to their cabin after I tried to attack them."

"Who were they?" Jean asked.

"James and Heather Hudson. He worked for the Canadian government. I woke up tied to a bed and my claws popped. I didn't even know that I had the damned things. I cut through the rope and into myself, and I watched the wounds heal. I was scared. I haven't been that afraid since then. I didn't know who I was or what the hell was wrong with me. I felt like a freak.

"One of the first things I did was try to kill myself."

Jean bit her lip and pressed her face against his neck. Logan barely hinted at his past suicide attempts, but she had always known about them. She could feel the deep depression that blanketed his soul; he just hid it well behind his tough-guy mask.

"I came back out here and cut my wrists with my claws, right on this spot. Cut ‘em all the way to the bone. They just healed up. Didn't even leave a goddamned scar. I tried everything I could think of for years, but I just couldn't die," he continued, his voice dropping into an emotionless monotone.

Jean pushed herself up slowly, tugging her skirt down and sitting beside him. "What happened before you woke up?" she asked.

Logan sat up suddenly. "Why the hell do you want t'know?" he snapped.

Jean kept her calm, staring him straight in the eye. "You need to know, Logan. . . "

"I can't fuckin' remember."

"Yes, you can. It's all here," she said, motioning around, "In your mind. You can remember it; you just have to try."

He leaned very close to her face, his eyes dangerously angry. "Maybe I don't wanna try," he sneered. "Did you ever think of that? Maybe I don't wanna delve into my past. Maybe I forgot everything for a reason."

Jean felt her cool slipping but tried valiantly to hold onto it. "Logan, if you don't try, you'll never get out of this place. . . "

"So fuckin' what?"

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "You are a coward," she snapped.

Logan looked incredulous. "What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me. You're a goddamned coward. You refuse to stand up and face your past. You would rather stick your head in the sand and hide than fight. . . "

"I'll fight anything that faces me."

"Don't give me that bravado bullshit. You won't fight anything because you're too damned afraid to fight the one thing that needs it the most: yourself. Your past," she stood up and glared at him. "You think you're so fucking brave, but you won't even try to find out who you are. Well, congratulations. You are abandoning everything, including Rogue and me. What bravery."

Jean turned and stalked off into the forest.



CHAPTERS:   Ultraviolet   Violet   Indigo   Blue   Green   Yellow   Orange   Red   Infrared




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