The Morning After Meme

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morning after






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① BREAKFAST IN BED;
your partner is up and about -- maybe dressed, maybe not -- and in the kitchen. what are they making you? could it be... grilled cheese?

② HIT ME BABY;
they're such a peaceful sleeper. a peaceful, sexy sleeper. actually there's too much of that sleeping happening. why don't you wake the up, world's kindest alarm?

③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED;
you wake up to find they're rummaging about for their clothes, about to leave. why the rush, can't you convince them to stay?

④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER;
and the evening, maybe even the morning after after... hours have passed but you just can't leave each other! or maybe one of you just won't...

⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL;
there's a tiger in the closet, a baby in the bathroom, and a total stranger curled up beside you. who is this person beside you, smelling of tequila and regret? do they know any more about what, or who, went down than you do?

⑥ WET AND WILD;
don't feel too lonely waking up by yourself -- the shower's on and the sound of water falling is mighty inviting. why don't you get cleaned up -- or down and dirty all over again?

⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE;
sleep? what is this sleep thing you speak of? dawn's breaking and neither of you have gotten a wink, or want one. who's ready for round xxx?

⑧ A BITTER PILL;
turns out the reason you scored wasn't your sparkling wit and magnetic confidence. your partner had an ulterior motive -- they already knew it and you're about to. recon? revenge? rebound? tag and find out, if you can handle the truth!

⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE;
that sleepy person in your living room had a great night -- with your roommate. well, might as well get to know each other while you're both there, right? ... right?

⑩ WILD CARD;
roll more than once and combine scenarios, choose your favorite, or make up your own!

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[thesnikt]

[She arches her back and he watches her as if he hasn't been intimate with all of her body at this point. There probably are a few places he hasn't kissed yet, so he'll have to get on that soon. Logan wants to memorize her. He didn't get the chance to before, in the other timeline, only her face, her smile, the sound of her voice, her smell. The ways he was allowed to see her, and now he's filling out the rest.

He sucks in a breath when her hips rise up against his and he shoots her a reallY? look. Listen, he is ready for another round as soon as she gives him the signal, but Logan's old enough not to get so easily distracted. And as much fun as it would be to keep ignoring the situation outside of this bedroom, he isn't with her for the sex. He wants Jean, including the complicated parts, including the fact her ex is in this damn building and they are teachers in a school.

Logan sits back to make it easier for her to rise a little, one side of his mouth curving into a wry smile.]

There isn't a person in this house who doesn't know I love you. No one's going to think twice at the way I look at you.

[There it is out there in the open, casually running off his tongue like he's said it a dozen times before, but he hasn't directly. Still, she's a telepath. She knows. He's not subtle. He has no poker face. What no one knows about is where she's at, and he cups her face, running a rough thumb on her cheek.]

I ain't pressuring you. I know it's complicated with Summers still around. I'm not saying we have to go to prom together or hold hands walking in the halls.

[It's not his style. He grabs her chin with his hand and leans in for a slow kiss, longing in every second of it. A reminder that this thing between them has fire and legs and it isn't going to flame out any time soon. ]

I'll let you take lead, Red. You tell me what you want or don't want.

[redheat]

[ It stills her heart to hear him say those words. I love you. She knows he does, she doesn't even need to be able to read his mind to. But it's something that's always lingered heavily within his eyes from afar, that's always just been there on the tip of his tongue, held back on account of taking the opportunity to love her from a distance so as not to put her into (too much of) a situation she would find difficult to back out of. Honestly, outside the jet that one time had been the most difficult and she feels he knew in that moment that he had perhaps overstepped a boundary, despite his wanting to take a chance.

But it's not like that anymore. There's no I love him, but that rests on the tip of her own tongue when it comes to Logan and for the first time in a long time, it's ok to finally hear those words from him.

Lips purse together and she fights back a smile she can feel tugging at the corners. Tilting her head down some, strands of red fall in front of her face as fingers idly tug and roll parts of the sheets around her between them. She seems shy suddenly but... also happy. Maybe to hear that. Maybe to know that even if she already did. Just a gentle confirmation that Logan can so easily give her without any hesitance or second thoughts. Because she knows it comes from him so genuinely.

But her gaze lifts up to him at that last part and there's perhaps a touch of surprise that rests within them. It's not that she had thought he would demand anything from her. She knows he never would. But to hear it, that she- that this right here means more to him than some simple fling that didn't even involve alcohol or a moment he could take advantage of with Scott no longer standing there as a cockblock, it sits with her that this is very much real and that what he wants is also very real. Not some fantasy that he might have had one or two (or a few times) over the years. Just this. Just her.

She sits up a little more, fingers finding their way carding through the short strands of his hair as she pushes up with him and lets her lips linger close against his. Not kissing. Just barely touching. Until she's upright on the bed with him and more or less flush against his lap despite the tangle of sheets around them. ]

I know. [ She finally breathes the words, hand sliding down to rest at the nape of his neck. ] I just... [ But the words trail off and she sighs with a soft but playful whine as she tilts her head back, hands gripping at his neck. ] ...wouldn't be against prom together.

[ As she bumps her forehead with his, lips curl into a smile and she laughs softly as eyes fall shut, fingers caressing against the warmth of his neck. ]

I want you to stay.

[thesnikt]

[Logan would have been a lot more reluctant to say it out loud before now, but he also knew that it was unspoken. It was safer that way for both of them, when her heart was with someone else, and Logan's never been able to fully get past the idea she's too good for him. Even now, it's a footnote in his mind, but he's not such a good guy that he'd consider letting it hold him back. She's naked in bed with him. He'll just make himself good enough. He did know he overstepped that time at the jet. As soon as it happened, her taste still on his tongue, he realized he may never get the chance again.

He realizes for a second or so that he might have said it too fast, which is ridiculous since he's been saying it to her with his eyes every day since they met, but she smiles and that anxiety is quickly chased away. Logan's not ashamed of it or sorry in the least. He isn't great at talking about his feelings with other people, but they're different. He's always been soft with the women he loves. He just prefers them to be the only people who know.

Logan watches her process, feeling calm and at peace with his choices; being here, waiting for her all this time, being honest about his feelings, letting her take the reins. There's no lies or anything hid between them now. He's tired of the unspoken. He's too old. And he wants this too damn much. He tilts his head into her hand when she touches his hair and his eyes partially close, expecting a kiss. Instead she's close.]

What? [He says softly when she says 'I just' like he expects it to be something serious. But one of the things he loves about her (and sometimes sighs dramatically about) is how playful she is. Logan snorts at the prom part and rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. He indulges her in everything, why would this be different?]

Fine, I'll go to prom with you. I'll be the one slipping booze into the punch. [He's joking too, of course, they'll probably end up watching over prom for the kids at this school, when they still try to give them 'normal' things. He leans his forehead back into hers, taking a deep breath of her scent; it's not going to leave him for days at this rate.

He moves to sit back entirely on the bed and simply reaches out to scoop her up, by the ass since he can, and deposits her fully into his lap. His hands move over her legs, encouraging them to hang over his hips. She has legs that go on for days.]

Do I look like I'm going anywhere? You're stuck with me, sweetheart.

[redheat]

[ When she's pulled into his lap, she lets herself be. Legs settling on either side of his hips and arms loosely draping around that neck of his. She's close to him in a way she's only ever been with Scott before and even then, it was different- this is different because Logan himself is so different. Scott had been someone she felt safe and comfortable with while Logan... Logan she feels like she can be a little more free around and the excitement he makes her feel with not only touches but a single glance across the room. It's not anything she's ever really felt before and she knows it's in part why she's always been drawn to him. She still feels safe with him, still feels as though he would do anything and everything to protect her and make her happy. But it's different to how she felt with Scott and she can't help but wonder if he's the thing, the person, that part of her had been missing all this time within herself.

Lips curl into the sweetest of smiles and gently nips at his bottom lip, strands of red falling over her shoulder as arms wind around his neck a little tighter. ]

Why do I get the feeling this will just as much be your first prom as it will be for the kids?

[ The thought is an amusing one. Picturing Logan done up in a suit or what have you however many years ago. He's an old man after all, even if he doesn't entirely look it. ]

I'll wear a nice dress, strappy shoes... [ She lets her words ghost across his skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and chin. ] ...something sexy underneath. Or maybe nothing at all.

[ When she gets to his lips with her own, she raises her brows in a playful way and laughs softly before taking a kiss for herself. It's playful but soft and is steeped in nothing but affection for him. ]

Bring me back here after. [ Words that brush over his lips between kisses that slowly become quicker. ] Or maybe to your room instead. [ Fingers find themselves in his hair, those kisses becoming more heated now. ] Unless we're sharing one by then.

[thesnikt]

[Logan has no judgment in him. He wants her free, he wants her to know she can ask for anything and he'll give it to her. He is wild himself, even with more years on him. He's passionate and even the nice sweet kisses can take a turn into unending want. She'll never get bored with him. He'll never be bored with her. He knew she had this in her. All he can hope is she takes her power over him and runs with it. It's hers. He's hers.

God he loves her hair, it's soft and silky and everywhere it goes over his skin he can feel it tickling him. He remembers what it was like when she rode him last night, how her hair made a curtain around them, and it's very much on his mind now that she's straddled on him again. His arms wrap around her and he gives her an amused look.]

There weren't proms when I was a kid. School wasn't really for me. [Logan's street smart, and he's old and experienced and there's wisdom in that. He's people smart too, he gets them, but book smart he is not. He'll leave that brilliance to her. In many ways they might seem like opposites attract, but he thinks at their base they're more alike than anyone knows.

She paints a very nice picture and it's persuasive. He lets her kiss him all she wants and moans softly into her lips when she steals a kiss.] Nothing, definitely nothing. We'd know if we wanted to, I could get you against a wall at any time. [It's a nice fantasy. They probably wouldn't in places students could catch them, but they'd be tempted. That's half the fun. The idea of it is getting him to stir again.

It's working for her too as her kisses get more intense and she can feel his cock harden underneath her. Logan hungrily licks into her mouth, his hands moving to her ass to lift her and he breaks from her lips to take advantage and kiss her breasts instead. He plays with her nipples, one at a time, flicking his tongue as they grew hard, sucking on them.]

Share. [He groans into her skin, desire coming hard and fast to him.] I want you every night. [He's being greedy but he can't be blamed. It doesn't always have to be sex, although Logan has a feeling the two of them have lust to spare. He wants her next to him, he's gotten a taste of waking up next to her and nothing else will do it for him. Maybe it's asking too much, but they can sneak around until she's ready to make it official.

He lets her go so she can sink back down on his lap if she wants, his fingers tangling in her hair, swearing under his breath.]

[redheat]

[ This right here is one of the many reasons she can't pull herself away from him. It's not just the feel of his arms around her or the flirtatious glances and smiles he gives just to her and only her in passing. He fills a lustful void inside her that Scott never quite managed to do. He made her feel good, made her moan and grasp at the pillows around her when they were tangled up in each other once upon a time. But Scott was always safe and Logan is everything but that when it comes to all this. The thought of being ravaged against a wall ignites a fire within her, makes her ache between her legs within his lap like this because it's something Scott would never do. Safe and reliable. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But Jean has another side to her deep within and Logan instinctively knows how to caress it - how to caress Phoenix - in a way that makes that part of her want to protect the Wolverine rather than tear him apart. ]

I want you, too.

[ Words that are heavy and laced with a desire that can be felt in the way she presses herself against him but also carry with them a gentle level of love and affection that she has for him and everything that is him. Because when they're like this, as evidenced by last night, it's easy to fall into everything that is desire and lust and want and need. Years of just barely touching that line and not to finally have it all for themselves? She's hungry and starved with the way she kisses him but still shows love and needing him with her through the way her fingers graze across his skin.

So she kisses him. Hard. Lets that side of her bubble to the surface and overtake in desire and need for this man whose lap she's straddling naked. Because he doesn't mind that she does. Doesn't look to control her. He accepts that playful side of her that wants nothing more than to feel and enjoy him as much as he does her and in so many ways that make her head spin and her heart want to shatter in her chest. Because unlike another timeline before Logan had fixed everything, she had never been able to explore those sides of her lest she take it too far, get caught up in the rushes, and lose control to the things she felt. But things aren't like that anymore and she's free to feel and be as she wants and Logan knows how to scratch that itch when she feels it coming.

Case in point, she shoves him down against the bed with a telekinetic push and grins as she crawls over him with a curtain of red around her. ]

I want you right here always.

[ Words brush over his lips and she reaches between them, fingers stroking along that hard cock of his that she's become so well-acquainted with. But she doesn't tease him, doesn't make him have to wait for anything as she did before with his questions. Because for as hard as he is against the tips of her fingers, she's aching between her legs for him to be inside her again. So she makes him be. With a little help. Easing herself down onto that cock that somehow fills her so perfectly and she gasps softly against his chin as she takes him in. Just like before. Just like last night. And she still loves it and him with all her being. ]

[thesnikt]

[Logan's not afraid of her, or the Phoenix, and he hasn't been from the start. He was afraid for Jean, but never of her. All the power inside of her, all of that fire and life he knows she has boiling on the inside, he loves it. He wants to flame that fire, to let her know she can pour it back into him and he'll meet her head on. He knows that's something Summers couldn't do; he doesn't hate the man, no matter what some people think, but he saw her holding back. He saw her try to suppress this force inside of her, and he knows something about letting out the animal inside.

Their only real danger is that public sex isn't only a fantasy, it's downright possible if they get this heated together. Logan couldn't stop if she was climbing his body, if all it took was him pulling up her dress and hearing her gasp into his ear. That's a sexy problem for future them. Right now they have a bed and a closed door and an entire day to enjoy it.

There's something special about hearing her say I want you with such open hunger. It's like how she knows that he loves her, but still wants to hear it. Her voice is breathy and filled with emotion that he craves. He gives back into that hard kiss as much as he gets, practically biting her lip so she can feel the things, his arms tightening around her a little too hard. Not to hurt, but so she understands he knows she isn't made out of silk or glass. He can take a little sting with his sweetness. She definitely gets that when she pushes him back on the bed with her power and he finds himself on his back, the heat in his eyes and his hard cock proving he fully supports her dominance.]

Fuck, you're gorgeous. [His eyes travel over her perfect body right before his eyesight becomes shaded in the red of her hair, and he hisses when she takes him in hand. Logan almost begs her not to tease, not right now, but they seem to be on the same page because she doesn't. It's only seconds before he's surrounded by her wet heat and he groans loudly. God, he's in her again, why does he ever need to be anywhere but inside of her? It feels like he belongs there. This is bliss.

His breathing is a little ragged but it doesn't stop him from gripping her hair and tilting her head so he can kiss her intensely again, his other hand dropping to her hip possessively. He arches up his hips to go deeper inside of her and sucks on her bottom lip.] Ride me. [He whispers against her lips.] I want to watch you. [Watch her take her pleasure from him, her body on display while she does it? A dream come true.]

[redheat]

[ The thought of red lace lingerie pulled down the length of her legs and his tongue diving inside her when pressing the back of his head to her is a very real possibility along with the countless others which run through her head. Backseat makeouts turning heated with her foot kicking down the armrest up front as he takes her. Papers scattered to the floor when she finds herself bent over the desk with a grin on her lips and his own kissing behind her ear, the sound of his belt unbuckling. She drinks up every last possibility that swims through her head, knowing they're likely to be more than just deep-seated fantasies and the thought alone is enough to make ache even more.

With a flick of her hair over her shoulder, she grins down against his lips as hips roll slow against his lap, eyes falling shut at how good he feels to be inside her again. He fills her in a way she hasn't felt before and she swears it's as if they're meant to be like this. Connected not only by the heart but at their hips as well with her taking as much of his cock as he feeds her and Jean always seeming to want more. ]

You feel so good.

[ She breathes the words against his lips and steals a kiss as fingers twist in the sheets around him. The sounds she makes are of pleasure and appreciation for how he makes her feel, how he touches and holds her and gives her everything her body wants without even having to ask for it. Somehow he knows her in a way no one else has ever been able to get or appreciate and she loves him so much for it, as does the other part of her.

Leaning forward on straining arms, she rides him harder, the tips of her breasts brushing against him as she moans. She's careful as she does, knowing they're so very much not alone within this large school and that with morning, despite the early hour, means people are bound to wake soon and Logan still needs to make it out of her room without being seen. Lucky for him that she's capable of making one "invisible" with a little help from her mind. But still she finds it difficult to hold back the sounds that spill from her lips, the breathless chants of yes and Logan brushing hot against his face with every rock of her hips.

Her skin so warm to the touch, she flicks her hair over her shoulder again, the ends tickling across his skin and she looks down to him through heavy lashes, eyes filled with nothing but adoration for him and that cock she keeps taking. She lolls her head back, breath heavy, fingers clutching at his shoulder with nails biting flesh, and she shivers as she feels what he's feeling with being inside her, thighs squeezing him tight. ]

-oh god, fuck me, Logan.

[ The desperate plea is given to him through a shaky gasp, Jean's head swimming with so many wonderful things that she feels as if she might explode from the inside. If the sudden rise in temperature in the room is anything to go by. ]

[thesnikt]

[Logan might be a better man these days, but he's still not the 'Good Guy.' He is absolutely going to tempt her at every turn because he knows how hot her blood runs now and he's been holding onto fantasies for decades. In his eyes it'll be a chance for him to show her over and over again why she made the right decision, how he'll make her body sing so she never regrets it. And then yeah, he's also going to hold her hand and take her to dances or dinners or whatever kinds of dates seem to work for them. She chose him and this thing between them, and he's grateful. Sometimes that gratitude will show in giving her multiple orgasms until she can't move, sometimes it'll be sweet gestures like flowers waiting on her desk with no note needed.

She is something out of a sexual fantasy right here and now, moving on top of him with the type of grace and skill that is enough to make his eyes roll up into his head. Logan purposely arches his back so that her breasts rub more against his chest, hoping her hard nipples will get something from the friction since he can't get his hands on them right now. He rocks up into her every time she comes down onto his cock, but generally he's letting her set the pace, so she can take and take and please herself while he's along for the ride. She is a sigh to see. Beauty in motion and filthy at the same time and he loves her.

He growls when her nails dig into his skin, the very best kind of growl.] You got it, Red. [And just like that she's let him off the chain and he rolls them easily, keeping deep in her so they don't have to stop. Logan runs his hands down her legs and encourages them around his waist, one hand holding him up easily, muscles bulging, and he thrusts into her hard. Hard enough that he leans in to kiss her so any sounds they make are partially muffled, starting a fast pace right away since she's been stirring him up before this.

It's probably a good thing they're lower on the bed than near the head board because he's certain it would be banging with their movement, but they're still making plenty of noise regardless. He isn't sorry. He's lost in Jean Grey. Nothing outside of her matters. No one else exists. Logan kisses her until they both can't breathe and presses his forehead against hers, the snap of his hips thorough and long.

He holds himself up on one hand so he can move his hand down her side, curling around a thigh to put it higher up around him, and he slips his hand between their bodies. Logan wants to see her flying and his fingers know exactly where her clit is, he memorized it with his tongue earlier, rubbing against it with fast circles.]

Jeanie. [He murmurs, nuzzling her nose with his, his entire world made out of her smell and taste now.] You're mine. And I'm yours. [His body is burning and he wouldn't stop even if the bed was literally on fire. He lifts his head so he can look her in the eye.] I love you.

[redheat]

[ The gasp that leaves her when her back hits the bed... she's so beyond lost in this moment and in him that she can barely think straight as he fucks her right into the mattress. This is what she wants. This is what she needs. To feel these things and lose herself in the rush that is Logan and sex and she loves him so much for this. For him to not be afraid to throw her around and take what he considers to be his. To know that she won't splinter and shatter from a rough touch or bite. That it only fills her with a sort of euphoria that other part of her hungers to taste on its lips and how badly she herself has always wanted to just be taken. Logan gives her- gives them all of that and she never wants to stop feeling it or him.

Heels dig into the mattress as she meets those hard thrusts of his, head tilting back and hair fanned out in a red halo around her. The sounds she makes for him are desperate and insatiable and she feels as if she's losing her mind with how he makes it spin. It doesn't help when he teases her clit and she gasps so much louder than she should for this hour of the morning, nails cutting down his arms in a quick drop from his shoulders. But part of her doesn't care, can't bring herself to, not when he's touching her and fucking her and saying such lovely things to make her heart feel full.

When she looks to him, fire burns within her eyes and she kisses him. Desperately. If this were her and Scott, he'd be concerned with that look in her eyes, with the way she so greedily takes his lips into her own and drinks down every last drop of their sex that she can. Concern that she would be losing control, that she would be getting lost in this heated rush of sex and emotions. But Logan doesn't. Logan lets her and that part of her loves him just as much as Jean herself does for that, even if she ends up scratching his arms up a bit as she does so. That carnal need to claim and be claimed... only Logan can really give her that, make her feel that, indulge her in that desire of hers and she shows her appreciation with legs squeezing him tight and lips ghosting a smirk against his own. ]

Always yours.

[ Two words that are heavy and laced with such desire that she can barely stand it herself. Her back arches, head thrown back, skin flushed and slicked with sweat that belongs to the both of them. The words always yours, Logan, and yes continue to leave her lips like a favored mantra and she can barely stand it anymore with how deep his thrusts are inside her.

A trembling hand blindly seeks her mouth and she bites down hard on a finger as she finds herself moaning louder and louder, thrust after thrust until finally, she can't take it. Fingers twist within the tangled sheets around them and she arches her back so far off the bed. She manages to keep herself from crying out his name but the gasp that leaves her lips is one so much more louder than she intended for it to be when he finally pushes her over the edge and she has whatever number orgasm this in the span of some twelve hours or so. Just as good as the first one, as far as she's concerned. So good, in fact, that it's caused her to make the bed levitate off the floor a little bit. Oh well. Sex with telekinetics is sometimes just like that when you make them feel that good. ]

[thesnikt]

[If Jean preferred soft and sweet sex at all times, Logan wouldn't hesitate to give that to her. He's capable of it, their second time was more like that than this kind of open fucking. But they match each other in a special way, in a way that wants nails and teeth, that wants them to feel this down to their very toes. He groans louder at the bite of her nails on his skin and even if she dug deep enough to leave marks or draw blood, his healing factor immediately fixes it. But the point is he wants it. He wants her to mark him and feel free to use his body. He definitely cannot break. He's pure muscle and power, and he's all hers.

Logan sees that fire in her eyes and his own react to it with open hunger. He likes this part of her. He likes her hair tossing and that she's unable to stop from gasps and moans. He'll hear them echoing in his ears for a long time. He likes that she's dangerous, just as she likes it about him. She could rip him to shreds if she wanted to, and Logan isn't afraid. There is absolute trust between them. She trusts he will take care of her, and he trusts she would only hurt him in the ways he enjoys.

Hearing her say always yours is devastating in the way he thought it would never happen. Jean is giving herself to him in body and in heart. It's emotional for him since it's been so long since he had something truly good for himself. He isn't thinking anymore though. He can't. All he can do is feel her. She's moving with him, breathing with him; they're both unable to hold in their sounds of lust and pleasure. He's all groans and the occasional snarl, a guttural sound echoing his darker side. She clenches around him when she comes and he drops his head into her cheek, eyes closed, gasping for air.

He gives himself permission then to climb to the top. Logan's been on the precipice since she asked him to fuck her. Such filthy words between her luscious lips. Logan kisses down to her neck and burrows his nose into her arch of it, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but he has enough of a mind to make sure it's somewhere she can hide under her clothes. She'll have his teeth marks on her like a badge of honor, or a reminder of the man devoted to her who just can't help himself. It's only a second after his teeth touch her that he thrusts forward as deep as possible, to the hilt, and releases with a strangled mention of her name. It's fairly loud but since he's muffled into her neck it stays reasonable.

Logan doesn't realize they're floating. He feels like he's floating, but he thinks that's from the endorphins. He lifts his head to kiss her and leans back to say something, only to glance around them and huff a laugh. His gis grin is all kinds of smug.] Sweetheart, we're levitating. [He thinks it's sexy and funny, not alarming or concerning. Logan kisses her with more tenderness than roughness this time. He's letting her know because if she drops them, that's definitely going to make a sound. An abrupt sound that could draw attention. And here he is balls deep inside of her.

He is loathed to move out of her, but it has to happen. Logan moves onto his side next to her but stays close.] That was unbelievably good. Insanely good. Impossibly good. Every time now. You're the hottest thing I've ever touched.

[redheat]

[ When he goes and marks up her neck with his teeth, she thinks he has to know what he's doing and how much she absolutely loves when he kisses and bites her there. It had been enough to make her eyes roll back in her head, for fingers to twist and tug at the short strands of his hair, and for fire to blaze within her eyes as a breathless gasp left her lips and legs practically trembled in a dangerous need for him. She's positive that the second he had found that sweet spot there last night, he had committed it to memory and now takes pleasure in teasing and pleasing her there with both lips and teeth.

So she lets him bite her, lets him mark her and show possession and rides out the waves of pleasure that come with everything he makes her feel as he joins her so shortly after, filling her with so much of him that she's already taken however many times throughout the night. It's certainly one way to break in a new relationship by going at it all night practically. Logan's endurance a godsend to someone who just as greedily wants as much as she can get from him.

It takes her a moment for her to realize what it is that he's saying to her regarding their current situation of being in a floating bed and she can't help but breathlessly look to him, strands of red hair draped across her face as she collects herself and her thoughts. Dropping the bed down unexpectedly and with them in it is certainly not a thing she wants to do to garner attention and curiosity with as to what Jean Grey is doing in her room this early. With that in mind? She gently sets them back down with only the faintest sort of tap from the legs of the bed touching the floor.

When he falls beside her, she lets her fingers card through the mess that is her hair before she rolls herself into him and buries her face into the warmth of his chest. His compliments make her smile, make her feel both sexy and loved at the same time and she can only repay him in kind with gentle open-mouthed kisses pressed across his chest before she rests her head back down against him. She feels warm to the touch, her skin flushed and slicked with sweat, and yet she wants to stay close like this to him. At least for a little while.

Letting a hand stroke along his bicep, she presses another kiss to his skin, a sigh leaving her lips. One that tells of both satisfaction and gentle happiness. ]

Just touched? Who have you been looking at when my back's turned?

[ It's said lazily but still playfully and she pushes herself up enough to look down to him. She's silent for just a moment before lips find his and she steals from him a slow and gentle kiss, letting her thoughts softly drift across his mind then. ]

I love you.

[thesnikt]

[It's two-sided, the relief at being with someone who embraces all aspects of him. Logan's dangerous, as she knows, and he's intimidating in his body and strength. That she wants his teeth on her instead of shying away from it is a boon. He'll always be just a little feral, and he's often kept himself in check with women because of it. She not only can take it but encourages it. He won't be able to resist sneaking a look at the mark during the day, probably sneaking a heated moment with her around a corner. With Logan's advanced smelling and hearing, plus Jean's telepathy, they would get away with it.

The bed sets down quietly and she's already turning into him as if she can't stand space between them and he feels the same way. His arm immediately opens the encourage her to snuggle up against him, wrapping around her shoulder once she's comfortable and resting against her back, fingers stroking up and down it casually.

He's happy. This is definitely happiness he's feeling. It's not something he's really used to, so he questions it, but nope, he's happy. He feels warm on the inside and the outside because of it, his body still humming with endorphins. Those soft touches of her mouth to his heated skin feel great and he could drown in her affection and still want more of it. He chuckles low at her little joke and before he can respond she's kissing him with tenderness. It's a reminder what's between them is so much more than desire, and then her mind brushes his with words he's been starving for since they met.

He suspected she cared for him, she wouldn't have done this if she didn't, and they've already made it clear to each other this is the real deal. But it still means a helluva lot for her to say those words to him. He lets them wash over him and echo in his ears. She loves him. Jean Grey loves him. He kisses her gently back with real meaning behind it, grateful in a way he can't express. She's alive and she's his. When he was younger he would've been afraid of fucking it up, hell, he probably would've definitely fucked it up or intentionally sabotaged himself out of fear. He's still afraid because he's lost her twice now. But nothing's going to get in their way.]

Want to give a guy a clue on where you want us to go on our first date? [Hey, they've got sex down and then some. They have no trouble on that front. But he's going to take her on dates too as a good boyfriend would do. Though boyfriend seems like a strange word for a man as old as him. That makes him think, his hand lifting to stroke through her hair.]

Can we go with partners as the label? I ain't a boy, haven't been for a long while now. [That's another sign of how much he's grown; the idea of a label often made him uncomfortable. Now he's the one craving it.] You're not just a girl either. [The smile he gives her then is more than a little lecherous.]

[redheat]

[ It's funny to think back to those words she had said to him once upon a time. Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring him home. If only because Logan has most certainly been "brought home" as it were. Right here into her bed. Because she still adores that bad boy that he is. Craves to be ravaged and taken by the animal within him, just as much as he seems to love the way she gives it right back to him with showing him what she wants and how she wants it. They mesh with one another so well in that way. Where Jean can be as she wants and Logan can drink it all up for himself.

But they're not so black and white in that way. Just look at them now. In bed like this after it all. Slow and lazy, Logan even making attempts to fish around for dating ideas, never mind casting a line to see what she thinks of partners when it comes to so-called labels. She had said to him once girls marry the good guy when it came to the dangerous ones and he had been so quick to give her I could be the good guy. Right here and given the changes that have happened over the years (some she doesn't even know for herself with his time traveling and all), she can see the so-called Good Guy that he can be, especially with his sticking around. Because that had always been a concern of hers. The fact that he was always so quick to take off without a second thought or even looking back. A little difficult for a girl to rely on a guy who has a habit of doing that. Not really possible to make something together when the other half is always disappearing whenever he feels like it.

But he's hung around this time- for a long time now. Staying here at the school, becoming a teacher himself, part of the X-Men. He's shown her that he can and wants to stick around. That he has a purpose here. That he has family and those who care for him and that is the reason why she had invited him into her bed. Among other things, yes. But that was the core reason why. She didn't feel as if she would wake to find him gone.

She stretches an arm out and drapes the sheets over them with the help of her mind, fingers crawling along his chest as her cheek rests there close to his shoulder, letting her thoughts just wander for a little bit over those words. ]

Are you trying to tell me you've never taken a girl out on a date before?

[ She sounds amused as she asks, though doesn't come to look up to him just yet. Rather, she chews on her lower lip to bite back the smile she can feel coming before she finally looks up to him then. ]

Scott's going to have to know. [ She shrugs. ] He will know. Eventually. [ Bringing Scott into bed with them isn't really what she wants but, he's the elephant in the room when it comes to them. ] I think it's probably better if I talk to him about it.

[thesnikt]

[It took Logan awhile to find the good guy within himself, because he lived too long a different way. Adjusting to the X-Men took time. When she first said that to him, she was right. He might have flirted with the idea of being the guy she deserved, but he couldn't stop the drive in him to keep moving. Once he got some answers about his past he managed to come back, but he still had one foot out the door. Until the end of times. It's too bad it took that for Logan to see what mattered, but he's here now and the journey was necessary. He was just lucky that his changes coincided with her own.

They wouldn't have made it as a couple back then, even if she decided to throw caution to the wind and leave Summers for him. It was selfish of him to try, another reason why he didn't deserve her then. This is better for both of them. Logan can live with all the heartache of his past if it brings him here, with her. He knows that being with Jean Grey comes with all the ties. She has roots in this place. He has to be willing to stay and not just stay but engage. This has to be a home and a purpose he's chosen for himself too. And it is. It's not that he won't run away, it's that he doesn't want to run away either. Finally.

Logan grabs the sheet when she pulls it over them and does a step extra by making certain it's tucked nicely around her. It's the little gestures he isn't conscious of making. He rolls his eyes at her joke.] I haven't taken you out for a date. I gotta do it right. Are you going to make me ask Ororo's opinion? Cause I don't know if she's gonna tell me straight or mess with me too.

[These brilliant women who love to mess with him. Probably because Logan comes off as much too serious, and it's harder to see his soft and playful side when it comes in a scowly package. He's not going to tell Ororo first, obviously, he assumes Jean will and then Ororo'll show up at his door a mixture of threatening and friendly. He tips his head down to look at her when she looks up, but he simply nods without hesitation to what she's saying. He doesn't mind Scott being brought up; it's important considering how on top of everyone people are here. Logan's never going to be the guy who gets jealous and wants to pretend she's never been in love with someone else. He respects her history.]

You're only saying that because if I talk to him, we'll end up breaking a wing of the mansion. [His tone is very dry. Logan is older and wiser, but he and Scott have nearly come to blows over much less. He doesn't want to fight the guy, honestly, but he's smart enough to know a raw and emotional moment between them is a disaster in the making. Better Scott has some time to deal with it before they inevitably clash.]

Like I said, we can handle this however you like. If you want to wait before telling Summers, I'm alright with that. We can sneak around. Sneaking around can be hot. [He smirks at her, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers.] He hasn't caught on to all the eyefucking we've been doing for weeks. [It's not as if this night came out of no where. They've been building up to it.]

[redheat]

[ That would exactly be why she doesn't want him to talk about this with Scott. She knows him best in ways that no one else really does and it's why she needs to be the one to tell him. How to even go about doing that though... she doesn't know. She likes to think that, in the end at least, he'll just want her happiness above all else. But the fact that it's Logan and, as far as she knows he'll take it, not even that long after separating from each other with the years they've had together... she's not so much worried about him getting angry at her as she is about him getting upset and saying things that she knows will cut. You and I call it quits and you get with Logan? Boy, sure didn't take you long there to get in bed with him, did it? She can already hear it and see the shake of his head with the dry look on his face. It's better she deal with that than Logan, even if it'll hurt. Because she knows Scott is a good person, regardless of how he's liable to take this initially.

She just needs to hold onto the hope that he'll come around to it... eventually.

Lost in her thoughts surrounding that, she only catches what Logan says at the tail end there and glances up to him with a small smile, cheek pressing back down against his chest. ]

I think the only one I'd be worried about would be the other telepath living here picking up on that. Or worse.

[ Not that the Professor has said anything to her about it, but she knows he knows about her... fondness for the gruffy Canadian they have with them.

But with settling herself in closer against Logan, she sighs and lets the tips of her fingers ghost along the warmth of his skin as she lays there with him. Starting the day like this would be... nice. With or without the morning sex. Not that she'd refuse that of course. But just being here with Logan like this is really she's wanted at her core and she's thankful he wants the same without looking to slip out right away.

So with a kiss pressed to his skin, she lets her eyes fall shut and hugs an arm around him then, leg brushing against his beneath the sheets. ]

But that's something to worry about later. When I'm not about ready to go back to sleep. Scott and all of it. It'll work out... somehow.

and wrap on this one!

[thesnikt]

[Logan will give the man some space. He might even intentionally make sure he's out of his eyesight while he handles it, because the last thing they really need is a confrontation in front of the kids. It'll be alright. He doesn't dislike Scott; he grieved for him when he died in the other timeline. He knows he's not a bad guy, they are just oil and fire to each other. Their tempers collide over nothing. He's glad that in the end it didn't really end up being a 'you gotta choose' moment. Logan didn't make a move on her until after they'd been broken up for their own reasons. That makes a difference.]

He's Charles Xavier, of course he knows.

[Logan would be more shocked if he didn't. He knows everything that happens. He isn't saying Chuck knows what they're doing this very minute, but he's going to pick up on a change in them. It's inevitable. Logan puts both of his arms around her snugly, one around her shoulder and the other running up and down her arm around him. He's waited a long time to get this woman in his arms, and he doesn't plan on ever letting her go now.]

We'll worry about that later, Red. Get some sleep. I've been keeping you up. [So very smug about that! Still, sex is incredible and he can't wait for more, but he's happier about this part. Because sleeping with Jean Grey, being chosen by her, means a whole lot more than sex. It means forever. And he's ready to start forever now.]