Maverick Forest - More Than Just A Sequel
by
Lady-T


Disclaimer: No Marvel characters were harmed in the creation of this story, though Jean may be a little tired tomorrow morning.

Archive: Like I'm going to say no. . .

Feedback: I promise to play nice if ya do

Notes: To Rae, who will never read this because it doesn't involve Gundams, but Maverick and Skippy are all yours, babe. Just remember to clean out their hutches because you know they can get tetchy.

I was drunk when I wrote this. . . very, very drunk. . .

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"OK," said the man in the suit, leaning forward over the conference table. "We have a problem, people. We have this next X-men movie to make, and complete and utter bupkis to make it WITH. Any suggestions?"

"Uh. . . " the small man at the far and of the table raised his hand.

"What is it?" barked the guy in the suit, his girth and apparently extraneous jowls making him look strangely like a bulldog.

"Uh, if you don't mind my asking sir, why is the budget for this movie so small. . . ? I thought we were supposed to be getting a bigger budget this time around?"

"It's in the minutes of the last meeting," piped up someone else. "We blew all the budget on those fancy cotton-candy machines that people wanted installed by the water coolers. . . uh, we have about enough money left to pay for the donuts you're eating right now."

A guilty-looking man on the other side of the table sheepishly put his 3^rd donut back in the box again, only slightly nibbled on.

"This is getting us nowhere," barked the bulldog, "We need a concept."

"Well. . . " said a bespectacled man from behind his coffee cup, "There is ONE way of making this movie with minimal budget. . . "

"How?" asked everyone expectantly.

"We make it X - the low-budget porno."

There was silence.

More silence.

A pin dropped.

"We'll never get Deb Lee to let Hugh do that. . . " pointed out someone.

"It's OK," said the man in the glasses, "We added a sub-clause to his contract while he wasn't looking. . . "

He rooted through a stack of papers before him.

"Ah, here we are. . . blah de blah de blah. . . . Party of the third past participle. . . pact with the devil, waffle waffle, filler. . . Extraneous clause, theoretical future past, alien abduction disclaimer, Phoenix force kidnapping insurance waiver. . . ah, here we are, added in with pencil at the bottom here, look. . . 'Unless the sequels go severely over budget where I hereby allow the money-grabbing people in charge of this project to have free reign over content and willingly waive all my statutory rights to taste, decency and dignity while working. . . '"

Everyone looked very impressed.

"See," said the man, "Iron clad."

He slapped the page and smiled around happily.

"Plus, this way we only have to pay for 2 actors. . . unless you want to go for a group orgy type affair, but then we're heading out of low budget and we'll have to hire a choreographer. . . "

"No, no, two actors will be fine. . . " mused the bulldog.

"Uh. . . " piped up the scrawny guy at the end of the table again.

"What is it?" said everyone.

"I was wondering. . . " he mumbled, picking at something suddenly highly fascinating on the table-top, "I was wondering if we were going to be able to afford entire actors. . . I mean, we're already half down the box of donuts. . . "

Everyone considered this.

"Good point," grunted the bulldog eventually. "We need PARTS of the actors. That way we have to pay them less."

"So surely. . . " added the little man once more, "If we're only using bits of them we don't actually need the REAL actors. . . we just need ass-doubles?"

Everyone nodded thoughtfully.

And thusly it was. . .



X - The Low Budget Porno!
[X by Name, X by Nature]

Starring:

Maverick Forest as Hugh Jackman's butt.

Also Starring:

Skippy Grace-Dieu as Jean Grey's left foot.

Featuring:

A small wooden cabin, appearing courtesy of Waldo's Wonderful World of Winter Cabins

~o~

"It's damn cold out here Logan," Jean groused, teeth chattering as she bounced up and down on the doorstep.

He fumbled with the keys, arms full of luggage as he battled to get the door open, dislodging over a year's worth of accumulated ice in the process and sending the frozen shards flying in every direction.

Grudgingly the door jarred open, the clatter loosening a thick drift of snow from the porch roof that collapsed in a sheet behind them. Jean squealed and jumped in surprise.

"It's winter, Darlin', of course it's cold," he grinned, dropping the mountain of bags into an untidy heap in the doorway as he sauntered inside.

She shivered as she stepped in behind him, slamming the door closed hurriedly as another blast of damp, frozen air blasted against her.

"If I get hypothermia I'm blaming you," she pouted, pulling her coat tighter.

Logan laughed and kissed her briefly on the lips.

"Yeah, but imagine all the fun you could have with the bed-rest. . . "

It wasn't a lot warmer inside than out, but at least the wind was blocked from swirling round her. It settled for howling like a banshee at the rickety windows of the cabin instead, and she shivered again at the unearthly sound it made.

"Damn Canadians," she grumbled, hiding her smile.

Logan smirked at her as he wandered into the kitchen.

"Don't complain about the Canadians," he chastised, "At least this one knows how to start a fire."

He fished the box of matches out of a drawer and wandered back into the living room, whistling happily and apparently unaware of the cold as he dumped his coat over a chair and plopped down in front of the empty grate.

"Damn Canadians. . . " she grumbled again. "I'm never coming on vacation with you again."

He just laughed.

Logan soon had the fire roaring and a hot pot of coffee gurgling on the stove. He was currently outside giving the generator a good, sound kicking.

The circle of heat from the fire seemed all too meagre in the bitter, winter chill though, and Jean was standing before the flames with her coat still firmly wrapped round her when he came back inside.

He shook the snow out of his hair and flipped the light switch, casting a pale yellow glow over the room.

"Generator's working," he announced happily, dropping a greasy spanner into the tool box by the door.

"Great," she mumbled from under her scarf, "Now just install the central heating and we'll be all set."

He cocked his eyebrow at her and shrugged his coat off.

"Not still cold are ya', Darlin'?" he smiled.

"Mmph. . . " she muttered, bundled up to her nose in woolly layers.

He stepped up behind her and started to peel away the coats and sweaters from her body.

HEY!" she protested, yanking on her scarf as he tugged it away from her neck.

He smiled and slipped her coat off her protesting body, hurling it over the back of the couch before she could try and retrieve it.

"Thanks a LOT, Logan," she grumbled, hugging herself tightly, clutching the flimsy T-shirt to her body. "Now I'm even more freezing than I was before."

"You'll never warm up that way, Darlin," he grumbled, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close into his chest. He steered them nearer to the fire, rubbing his hands up and down her arms to get some warmth back into them.

She moaned blissfully and leaned into his embrace, his body like a blast furnace against her back.

"You're so warm. . . how do you do that. . . ?" she smiled, closing her eyes.

He just smiled into her hair, breathing in the scent of the outdoors that pervaded through her.

"You know. . . " she mumbled, "When Scott left to become a lawyer on Ally McBeal I thought I'd never get over him. . . "

("Nice detail," Murmured the man with the spectacles.)

Logan just grunted and nuzzled gently into her hair, holding her tightly in his arms.

She smiled as he feathered gentle kisses up her neck, the brush of his sideburns tickling her skin.

"You wanna do it NOW?" she giggled. "I thought you'd wanna settle down a bit, unpack, see the sights first. . . "

"I've seen 'em," he muttered, kissing the silk-soft skin behind her ear.

"You're incorrigible, you know that?" she smiled.

"You wouldn't have me any other way," he grinned cheekily into her neck. One of his arms crossed around her body and slid upward slightly to nonchalantly cup a breast, capturing her firmly against his chest.

She moaned quietly as his palm settled over the soft flesh, her nipple hard and tender with the cold as he brushed against it.

He massaged the sensitive mound in the heat of his palm, making her sigh blissfully as she rolled her head back into his warmth.

His other hand slid down her body, over the curve of her hip to rest against the apex of her legs through the separating layer of denim. His lips continued their soft assault on her throat, nibbling seductively at her pale skin, the feather light caresses of his mouth making her quiver.

Jean gasped in pleasure as his hand nestled firmly between her thighs and she ground against the pressure he was causing, the hand on her breast sliding down to burrow under her T-shirt and tug at the lace of her bra. Gently he pulled one side of it out of his way, the loose cotton of her top brushing over the sensitive, exposed bud before he found it with his warm fingers.

He rolled the pink nipple gently, kissing up her neck as he held her crotch tightly against his body, capturing her at his mercy as he lifted her ever so slightly from the floor.

She squirmed pathetically, bucking against his hand, causing blissful pressure to surge within her as he stroked and teased her flesh.

Her eyes rolled shut and she gasped as he gave her nipple a small tweak, making her knees weak as he ran his hand in hard, massaging circles against the juncture of her thighs.

The friction was delicious but never enough to satisfy her, managing to accomplish nothing but whet her appetite as she grudgingly spun round in his arms, pushing him backwards onto the couch.

Behind them, the fire roared gloriously in the hearth, finally thawing the frozen air in the cabin, casting a fiery haze of dry air against her back.

Jean sighed happily before clamping her hand over his crotch, gently massaging the flesh beneath. His breath hitched and his eyes closed as she kissed him fiercely, his heart starting to beat faster as her tongue delved into his mouth.

The feel of him against her body was intoxicating. His hands roaming freely over her form drove her wild as their lips battled, a heated war that neither seemed inclined to end.

She moaned against his kiss, feeling him tense and relax under her as she rubbed lazy circles over his chest with her free hand, imitating his earlier treatment of her.

He gasped as her smooth fingers snaked over his shirt, his head starting to spin as she seemed to try and touch him everywhere at once.

Regaining a little composure, he kissed back furiously, tangling his hands in her hair as she gasped against his onslaught, nipping and sucking his at lips in response.

Her silken tongue battled and claimed his mouth, leaving him dazed, the sweet taste of her kiss filling his senses as his head fell back, gasping breathlessly as they parted.

He took a slow breath, pulling in the fresh mountain air in the hope of clearing his head.

"What. . . " he murmured, hissing as she started to nibble at his ear. Her hand created blissful friction on his crotch as she worked, perfect revenge for tormenting her.

"What are you doing. . . ?" he smiled. "I thought you wanted to see the sights. . . "

She snorted before letting his earlobe slide out from between her lips. She nuzzled her face against his, purring her words at him.

"Forget the sights. It's only snow anyway."

He growled low in his chest.

"Well what do you want to do instead?"

She moaned slowly, pressing her body deliciously against his own.

"I want you to tie me to the bedpost and fuck me," she murmured.

He grumbled appreciatively as his hands caressed slowly up and down her back.

She muttered in his ear, letting him stroke her body as he pleased. "I want you deep inside me, crushing me underneath you. I want you to take me and make me beg for mercy and I want you to show me none."

She purred the words at him, tightening her hold on his crotch till the pressure on his swelling groin almost bordered on pain.

He gasped with the heady, intoxicating feel of her body pressed into his, her nails raking over the denim.

She was in a playful mood. . . that suited him fine.

"Why?" he grunted, letting the feel of her overwhelm his senses while amusement tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Cause you turn me on. . . "

His eyes met hers for a second and they were burning. She gave him a wicked smile and without second thought she dropped to her knees between his legs, nuzzling against his hardness, planting kisses along the throbbing, cloth-covered flesh.

He groaned quietly, his hand snaking through her hair as she worked over him, her body settled happily between his thighs.

She unzipped his fly, her hands stealing inside to wrap around his hardening body, the heat of his flesh delicious in the still chilly air.

She gently slid her fingers down the length of his shaft, pulling him free of the constricting jeans and capturing the tip in her mouth. His eyes rolled backwards into his head with a grunt as she gently swirled her tongue over him.

She glanced up into his face, letting him slip from between her lips.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

His voice was hoarse with need. "I'm thinking I want to tie you to the bedposts and fuck you. Keep you there while I do what I want so you can't complain."

"Oh trust me. I won't complain. . . " she murmured, going back to sucking the head of his swelling cock.

The warm heat of her mouth around him was sweet agony, every muscle up his spine seeming to contract into a tight ball of sensation as he watched her, lips nipping and sucking on him like he was nothing more than a Popsicle.

Her tongue snaked up and down indiscriminately as if chasing errant, melted drops of juice, pausing to suck and nibble softly whenever she pleased, making him groan quietly in the back of his throat.

Looking down through heavy eyes, the sight of her soft red lips surrounding his body made him shudder and Jean glanced up through her lashes, watching in amusement as he gripped the sofa cushions with clenched fingers.

His head lolled slowly backwards into the upholstery and Jean's arms wrapped themselves around his denim-covered hips, her fingers twining into the belt loops around his waist.

She slowly took him further into the gently pulsing heat of her mouth, the flat of her tongue rubbing small swirls on his burning flesh, making him moan.

Her mouth left red-hot trails of sensation on his tender flesh and his hips bucked slightly, half delirious with pleasure and un-sated desire as her scalding lips swirled around him.

She smiled in amusement as his self-control began to falter, crumbling under her attentions, falling deep into the abyss as he felt her sucking and squeezing on his sensitive, swollen flesh.

His body jerked on impulse as she sucked him harder, feeling him quiver under her, feeling his back arch as she tensed her hands, pulling at the warm denim under her fingers, his hips sliding off the couch towards her.

He mumbled incoherently under his breath and she pulled him as deep into her mouth as she could, humming with satisfaction as he jerked sharply in response, gasping as his body tensed in the heated confines of her lips.

His hips twitched with short, sharp thrusts as the sensation inside him melted towards the hot pool in his groin, his bones turning to liquid as her tongue flicked over him. It felt like they were flowing through him in a hot tidal wave, building and crashing in the pit of his being, a bone-deep shiver running through his body. It was all sparks and fire and a sudden surge of heat as he abruptly came, every muscle coalescing into a pool of bliss as he pathetically gasped with relief.

Panting roughly and eyes still closed he waited a second for his breathing to return to normal, his body uncoiling like a bunched spring as he peeled his eyes open to glance down at Jean.

She was grinning smugly, gently wiping her lips with the back of her hand as she crouched on her haunches between his thighs.

He raised his eyebrow at her lazily, amused at her satisfied expression, looking for all the world like the cat who got the last of the cream.

("Oh my God. . . " mumbled the man with the glasses.

The scrawny guy at the end of the table developed a spontaneous nosebleed. No one noticed.)

"You look pretty satisfied down there, Darlin'," he commented with a lazily contented smile.

She gracefully rose to her feet, groaning slightly as she stretched her tensed muscles.

"Just a trick of the mind," she murmured, slowly running her hands down herself, the hardened peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her tight T-shirt, outlining them in tented fabric.

Swirling need still chased through her body and her skin ached to be touched as she brushed her hands unconsciously over herself.

Her thumb skimmed over the firm peak of a breast through the separating layer of cloth, making her inhale suddenly, quivering imperceptibly at the sensation as Logan rumbled deep in his throat.

He could feel the undiminished want radiating from her body as she unwittingly touched herself for him, running her fingers in delicious sweeps of her body.

Need still hammering inside, she slunk over to one of the discarded bags they had brought, rooting around inside until she slid out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Logan grudgingly peeled himself from the sofa, zipping his jeans closed as Jean unscrewed the top of the bottle, taking a hearty swig of the dark liquid.

She winced as it burned down, the kick of the alcohol hitting a second later.

The warmth in her stomach did nothing to abate the pulse that flowed deep inside her, raw desire fanning flames that made her skin glow.

"Thirsty, Darlin'?" he asked, amused, coming up after her to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

Before she could respond he had pulled the bottle from her fingers and spun her round, capturing her lips in an intense, searching kiss, his tongue invading unapologetically into her mouth.

He held her there for what seemed like an eternity, claiming and caressing as she hung limply against his arm, the brutal tenderness of his lips reducing her world to nothing but heat and pulse and sensation.

She staggered backwards as he released her, lips flushed and head dizzy from the fierce, sensual onslaught.

"You still want me to tie you up, Red?" he growled.

She was barely even aware of nodding dumbly, her lips still burning and her body still shaking in the aftermath of his touch.

He backed her into the wall, his hands clamping around her backside and jerking her hard into his body.

"You still want me to fuck you?" he growled, his hot breath on her lips making her pant raggedly with need.

"Then I still get to do whatever I want," he purred, deep into her ear, feeling her shiver in his arms.

He took her lips in another searing kiss, making her whimper in the back of her throat as he dominated her mouth, feeling the sensual slide of his passionately searching tongue merging with her own.

He dropped her just as abruptly and dragged her to the bedroom, wobbly legs barely holding her weight as she followed blindly behind.

The room was sparse but well warmed by the fire, pale cream sheets hugging the bed. The window whistled slightly with the wind outside, snow still piled on the glass. There was a well-worn rug spread over the floor and an emergency candle lying on the bedside table in case the generator failed, but everything else was empty.

Logan dropped the bottle he was still clutching by the side of the bed and heavily dropped onto the mattress, seating himself comfortably and pulling Jean over to straddle his lap.

He dragged her face down to lay claim to her mouth one more time, his hand on the back of her head holding her in place. Her body called for air but she ignored it, too taken up in the taste of him, strong and distinctive against her lips, delicious as his body merged with hers.

Eventually he let her go and she slumped back, breathless, heart thundering in her chest.

"Take your clothes off," he growled, eyes dark with fire as he looked at her, lips flushed as she gasped uselessly.

Jean unsteadily rose to her feet and undid the fastening on her jeans, pushing them slowly away from her burning skin. They slid from her hips, the scent of her desire soaking the fabric as they fell to the floor.

Slowly she lifted her shirt over her head, one breast still partially spilling out of her bra, the pink tip poking shyly just above the fabric.

She stood and looked at him, eyes heavy with desire.

He stalked towards her like a predator circling prey, dangerous to the last as he wrenched her soaked panties from her hips, making her tremble unsteadily.

"I told you to take your clothes off," he growled in her ear, sliding the straps of her bra down from her shoulders.

"Take it off and lie on the bed."

She shakily did as he asked, feeling his eyes burning deep into her skin as she stripped, freeing her breasts from the confining lace before lying back on the cool sheets.

Her need was desperate and she whimpered at the burning feeling in her stomach as her hands instinctively found her breasts, rubbing light circles on her nipples as she lay there. She ached for his touch but couldn't stop her own hands from caressing her heated flesh, gasping in pleasure at the sensation she created, unashamed as she pleasured herself in front of him.

He straddled her waist and grabbed her wrists firmly, pulling them away from her creamy flesh as he bound them together tightly, tying them to the bedpost with a torn strip of linen cut from the bedspread. He smiled devilishly as her breasts rose and fell as she breathed, panting slightly with excitement.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she felt him pull the bonds deliciously tight, feeling it send a little rush of unexpected arousal deep into her.

Her fingers curled as she flexed in her restraints, heart thundering at the feeling of being at his mercy.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately, any trace of doubt in her mind evaporating as his warm lips caressed her own, the soft brush of his clothing against her skin leaving only heady desire.

She arched her back as he pulled away and slid off the bed, a sudden draught from around the window passing over her warm skin and licking at her body with the sudden shift in temperature, making her gasp.

She tensed her wrists against the bonds that held them and flexed languorously on the bed as he watched her.

Jean moaned gently as she stretched herself, her naked glory writhing around before him on the pale sheets, a warm flush tinting her whole body, desperate to return to touching herself if he was just going to remain standing there.

She paused and gently looked up, eyes heavy with need as her hips continued their gentle undulation on the sheets.

"Mmm. . . "

She moaned happily and strained against her bonds again before fixing him with a piercing stare. "You know it's really hard to play with myself like this."

She was almost purring, her nipples hard and swollen with unsated arousal. As she writhed around he caught sight of the glistening moisture that seeped between her thighs, her body desperate, alive and wanting.

"Touch me. . . please!" she hissed as he stepped closer, captivated by the sight of her. He couldn't hold back the images of her moaning beneath him, mewling in submission as he thrust roughly into her, running his hands over her bare flesh.

God, her breasts were so tempting. He knelt over her legs once more and reached out to touch her, his hands clamping round the cream white skin. Sensitised nipples screamed as he dragged rough thumbs over them, pulling at the darkened flesh as she threw back her head and moaned.

"You like that."

Not a question, an observation.

She gasped dumbly as he trapped the hardened buds between his fingers, pinching them and rubbing roughly over the tips, back and forth as he squeezed, until her hips began to spasm beneath him.

He continued to pinch and tease as one hand crept lower, barely brushing the skin between her legs.

"You like this. . . " he whispered, dragging a fingertip over the top of the bud in his hand, making her hiss and arch into him. "But you want it down here more."

He ran the lightest touch over the flushed opening between her thighs, wiping his finger along the juice spilling out onto her skin.

She cried out and thrust her hips towards him as hard as she could.

"Aghh. . . please!"

He pulled his hand away from the warmth between her thighs.

"You've gone this long, you can wait a little more."

She almost screamed as he stepped away from her.

Her heart was thundering in her chest, her body sparking with need as she writhed on the bed, gasping.

"I want you to play with me. I need you to touch me. I can't reach like this and I need to play with myself so bad. . . "

"I don't remember telling you that you could talk."

His voice was dark and thick, like black molasses drizzling over her skin.

She whimpered as he stepped closer again.

"And I don't remember telling you that you got to decide what you were getting."

She squirmed on the bed as he came nearer, her heart pounding as the need in her body grew.

Flicking his lighter expertly out of his pocket he lit the candle on the near table.

"You know you'll have to be punished, don't you?"

She nodded dumbly, growing wet at the thought as his eyes pierced her like blackened daggers. She gasped and bit her lip as a drop of warm, molten wax dripped onto her breast. The next splashed over her hardened nipple, drops of delicious fever cascading down until the bud was covered in a thick layer of stiffening, cooling wax.

She moaned and squirmed, feeling it contract around her skin as it cooled. The temperature building in her body tormented her, the coating tightening as it set, gently squeezing her nipple.

He moved across to the other breast, repeating the process, splashing hardening wax onto her sensitised bud as he peeled the elastic layer off the first.

Her nipples were red and tender already, but still he dripped the deliciously warm liquid on them, repeating the process over and over, peeling away the cooled layer and dribbling more in its place, the liquid clinging to her flesh until her nipples were unbearably sensitive.

He slowly pulled the last of the wax from the two blood-red buds and ran his tongue across them, feeling the hot flesh in his mouth.

He made her come hard just with the intensity of sensation as he slowly bit into one, pinching the other between his fingers.

Her orgasm flashed through her, making her groan because she needed him inside her so badly. It was hollow but intense and she collapsed into pathetic submission as he continued to suckle at her breast. He enjoyed the feel of the hard nub in his mouth, switching from one to the other as the heat from the wax began to dissipate.

His hand crept down to cup the wetness at the junction of her legs, her still moaning body barely noticing until he rammed two fingers hard into her dripping core.

She gasped and instinctively opened her legs to him, feeling him pump his fingers roughly, deep into her wet pussy.

Her hips jerked against his touch and he curled his fingers hard inside her, just squeezing in a third as he pressed into the sweet spot in her passage, pumping her hard as she cried out with desperate sensation.

His mouth feasted on her breast, making her moan with the ecstasy that barrelled through her, fingers roughly invading her body, jerking her to orgasm.

She whimpered his name as the hedonistic pleasure overtook her, every muscle in her body tensing as her insides clamped around him, dragging her to blissful oblivion as lightening swirled in her vision.

She cried out pathetically then lay panting and wasted on the sheets, her body covered in a slick sheen of sweat.

She was exhausted but he was not done yet, she could see it in his eyes as she looked blearily into his face.

He caressed her body with surprising tenderness, running his hands over every slicked surface and ridge, bending down to taste her sweat with gentle nips along her form.

"I. . . I can't. . . " she panted, her chest still heaving as she came down.

He stared at her from between her breasts.

"I said no talking. Unless you want me to punish you again?"

She gently bit into her lip and lay her head back, letting him continue his exploration of her body.

His hands skimmed the soft flesh of her sides, his palms smoothing the line from her elbows down her ribcage to her hips before slowly drawing back, his eyes dark with barely contained desire.

From his position over her body he leaned down to the side of the bed, pulling up the long-discarded bottle of Jack Daniels. He expertly span the top clean off and took a slow pull of the fiery liquid as the lid bounced on the carpet, rolling away in the corner.

"Thirsty?"

She nodded mutely and he slowly drizzled a thin stream across her lips. Her tongue snaked out to take the scant moisture, the pink tip connecting with the liquid as it slipped past her lips, coating the inside of her mouth with its taste.

He leaned down and kissed her, his rough, hot caress almost wiping clean every last trace of the flavour, slowly capturing and gently sucking on her tongue before pulling back and leaving her panting.

The bottle still in his hand, she hissed as he poured a slow stream into the valley between her breasts, watching it cascade down the sides of the soft, white mounds, and moaning with the shock of the cold liquid sliding over her skin. Drips trailed to pool in the shallow hollow of her throat as a slow stream slid down the sides of her ribcage, soaking the sheets beneath.

He bent his head down to her body, his tongue following every line as he wordlessly feasted on her flesh. Biting and sucking at her throat he licked her clean before pouring a fresh shot of whiskey over her stomach. He filled her belly button, watching it cascade in slow streams over the hot, pale skin, down her hips and down the crease at the top of her thighs.

She was shaking.

He paused to watch her for a second, his tongue delving confidently into her belly button, licking it all out before drizzling the liquid slowly down over the apex of her legs.

She hissed as he bent his head low, sucking gently at her stomach as he moved agonisingly slowly down her body.

His tongue was warm and soft as he caressed between her thighs, licking her tenderly as he wormed his way deeper into her sex, tasting her arousal and her need still present after making her come for him already.

She whimpered as his mouth bit into her, tongue laving the rock-hard nub between her thighs as she grit her teeth against the renewed need pulsating between her legs.

Her hands desperately grasped at her bonds while her legs wound around his head, pulling him close into her body.

Logan!

Her head rolled back hard into the pillows, arching her spine as his tongue thrust inside her.

His hands slid under her ass, pulling her hips up into the air as he straightened his back, bringing her body with him.

He lifted his face from the wet core of her sex and brought the bottle between her legs. Dripping liquor down her opening he leaned in close to lick at her core, the taste of her need mixing with the alcohol to form a heady, rich mixture.

He gently pried apart the slick, sensitive skin and splashed a shot of the dark liquid over her, making her gasp in shock at the cold intrusion, whimpering as he burrowed in deep, licking her clean as he lapped at the reservoir of alcohol seeping down between her thighs.

He wormed his way in further, exposing the opening of her inner channel to his black eyes as he again covered her pussy with whiskey, drinking it tauntingly, sucking at her soaked flesh.

He felt her thighs around his head and growled deep in his throat as he finished licking her clean, sending vibrations through her body as he did so. She shuddered and whimpered as she struggled to thrust against him, nearing release but not quite attaining it.

A cruel grin spread over his face as he gently unwound her legs, removing himself from her core and letting her fall back onto the sheets.

She groaned, her hips automatically grinding down into the mattress to try and claim the last of the friction she needed for release.

He leaned back and watched her as her eyes opened blearily, her brow furrowed in frustration as he climbed off the bed, standing to watch her as an unreadable look spread across his face.

"Where are you going. . . ? I need you inside me so bad. . . "

Her voice was breathy and wanting, her lips pink and swollen from his harsh kisses and from her own attempts to silence herself, biting her lip as he licked her.

He took in the sight of her as he stood by the bed, looking so debauched and aroused as he ran a finger along the soaking opening between her thighs.

"I think I like you like this. I may just decide to keep you here."

With that he turned to walk away, her desperate cry of frustration making him agonisingly hard.

He paused and looked back at her, her eyes wild with arousal, chest heaving as she watched him like a caged tiger watches a careless owner, waiting for the chance to pounce.

"You said you were going to fuck me," she accused, darkly.

Slowly and wordlessly he ripped another strip from the sheet, holding it tensed between his hands so she could see it.

"And I will," he replied. "Eventually."

He leaned forward and pressed it over her eyes, winding it around her head twice before tying it securely as a blindfold.

"Logan. . . " she hissed, arching off the sheets as his hand whispered past her skin.

The almost non-existent touch made her shudder, all her senses focusing solely on the sensation of her skin as the almost imperceptible air currents swirled over her heated body.

He lightly brushed over a nipple, making her hiss and writhe, then across her stomach and away, his touch vanishing as mysteriously as it had arrived.

She heard the rustle of fabric somewhere to the side of the bed then felt the shift of the mattress as he knelt between her legs, the now-bare skin of his naked body rubbing deliciously up the soft inside her thighs.

"Beg me." A voice like obsidian, black and hard as he licked her stomach.

"Please. . . " she hissed, goose bumps rising on her flesh.

"Not good enough," he murmured, his rough tongue laving at the soft, smooth skin of her belly.

She whimpered pathetically as he teased a lightly stroking finger along her spread opening, making it almost painfully hard to think.

"Please, Logan, I - AH!-"

He took a rock-hard nipple in his mouth and bit down on it slightly, shooting sensation sharply through her whole body.

"You what?" he murmured.

"I need to feel you inside me. . . Please! I need you to fill me, I need you to fuck me. . . "

She gasped in surprise as he suddenly he lifted her up by her hips, slanting almost her whole body off the bed. From this angle she was helpless as he guided his hardened cock towards her, pressing hard into her opening then ramming it home between the swollen lips of her pussy.

She jolted and writhed in his grip, gasping and biting her lip to keep from crying out at the sudden invasion of her body, stretching her channel deliciously as he pushed himself deep.

He kept her thighs parted, leaving her legs to hang uselessly from either side of his body as he plunged himself into her over and over, filling her to the hilt and crushing her clit against his pelvic bone as he thrust against her, sending sparks directly into her brain.

With the slant of her body he pushed hard into the sweet spot inside her almost painfully often, making her cry with need as he finally fucked her.

Her lip curled and her body tensed, feeling sensations that seemed to crawl up the back of her spine. Pleasure thundered between her legs as he pounded hard inside her body, her bones turning to white heat and pure sensation.

Her heart was beating wildly, her body at his mercy, loving every second of it.

She whimpered pathetically, rolling her head from side to side on the sheets as he held her hips still, thrusting deep and sure into her molten sex, leaving her unable to return his thrusts, only able to feel him grinding into her, hard and full with every stroke.

Her sight denied, every sense focused on the blissful friction he caused inside her and she whimpered as he pumped roughly, his thrusts drawn on by the pathetic mewling noises she made.

Crying out, desperate for release, she clenched her sex hard around him as he rammed once more into her soaking entrance.

He growled low in his chest and renewed his grip on her hips. Two could play that game.

She swore loudly as he changed his rhythm, bringing her to the edge of sanity, but somehow denying her release.

"Logan. . . shit!. . . Aah. . . please!"

She panted, gasping for air, her hands writhing against the bonds that bound them to the bedpost.

Her spine arched as one hand released her hip to maul a tender breast, squeezing the flesh and scraping fingers hard over a painfully sensitive, blood red nipple.

She cried out, coming hard around him, the blinding orgasm seeming to rip her to shreds.

She screamed his name, her head pressed hard backwards into the mattress as her body milked him, hot liquid spurting inside of her.

It was a moment of pure, white intensity, blinding both of them for an infinite moment before they collapsed together, panting hard and exhausted as he shakily pushed the linen blindfold up over her head.

Still breathing raggedy he kissed her passion-bruised lips as he pulled her hands free, letting her limply roll over on top of him as they snuggled down warm under the sheets together, tangled in each other's arms.

"Christ, you're gonna' kill me one of these days. . . " she murmured sleepily.

Around the conference table there was silence.

Some more silence.

Someone coughed.

As a single unit everyone shuffled uncomfortably in their seat.

"You think Marvel will let us release this?" someone asked, shakily.

Everyone shook their heads, like a row of pessimistic nodding dogs.

"No," answered the man with the glasses, his voice a little strained. "But if we get in first with the cheap, illegal, knock-off copies sold over eBay we could raise enough money to pay for a real sequel. . . "

Everyone agreed it was a very good plan.



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