Running With the Moment
by
Hunter and Lady-T


Feedback: Well Duh. . . With lots and lots with whipped cream on top.

Disclaimer: They're not ours, though an increasing amount of muses, clones and unwilling participants are. (*waves hello to the Dans*)

Archive: Ask and it shall be granted

Hunter's notes: To LT, for many different reasons.

Lady-T's notes: Ahh, it does my ego good. . . Hoping Hunter doesn't mind my tinkering. . . like, again. . .

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5:13pm

Jean broke her psychic connection with Scott and sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to fend off the headache she could foresee directly in her future. Scott's insistence on being ever the logical leader was really starting to grate on her nerves. It was one of the myriad reasons they'd broken up, but when you live and work with people, break-ups have to be forgotten even when you can't seem to get through 24 hours without avoiding even their most annoying traits.

She turned to face Logan who was busy kicking a clump of dirt into the raging river, scuffing at the ground distractedly with the toe of his boot. Beside them the river churned a deep, muddy brown, cascading over rocks and leaving a dirty white froth on its surface.

By all rights it should have been a small, mindless stream.

It wasn't.

Jean chanced a quick look at the rolling, black sky, squinting past the freezing raindrops as they slithered over her face.

She turned back to Logan as he prodded distractedly at the saturated ground.

"The bridge went down just over an hour ago. Scott says there's another one about a three hour hike up river. If we want to get home tonight we'd better get moving."

Logan snorted disdainfully and Jean cast him an annoyed glance. She was frustrated enough as it was; she didn't need a petulant Logan to aid her mood. . .

"What?"

Logan paused in his punishment of the small grassy clump he had been kicking.

"You really expect to go hiking in the biggest fucking rain storm since Noah? You want to walk for three hours to look for a bridge that's probably half way to the Atlantic by now. . . ? Brilliant idea. Now, why didn't I think of it?"

Jean gave him a dirty look, her hands tensing into fists in the sleeves of her raincoat as she fought the frustration that threatened to consume her.

She was wet, she was cold, she wanted to go home and Logan really wasn't helping.

"Well, if you hadn't insisted on taking your 'shortcut'," she replied, waving her forefingers in the air to mime quotation marks, "We would have been here before the bridge washed out." She glared at him. "Have you got any better suggestions?"

Logan could have sworn she was grinding her teeth. He made a mental note never to get on the wrong side of Jean when she was shivering, dripping and annoyed.

He opened his mouth to say something but found his words silenced by her glare.

He shut his mouth again.

"I didn't think so," she ground out before closing her eyes and once again speaking silently to Scott.

The river roared with so much unseasonal water that it was impossible to shout across to the other bank where the rest of the team was standing.

Logs and other debris from the forest crashed into one another as they raced down the white water, churning and getting sucked under the dark, seething mass, the undertow submerging anything that it found purchase on.

Logan squinted through the torrential rain and rapidly approaching darkness, just able to make out the shape of the figures on the other side of the water. The kids for whom the rescue party had originally been organised where being herded into the various 4X4's, swathed in towels. The last tent had been taken down and packed up by the time Jean spoke again.

"There's no way across. Scott suggests we look for shelter and try for the other bridge tomorrow at first light." Jean wiped some wet hair away from her nose and scrunched up her eyes as the rain picked up harder, screaming winds driving it viciously against their buffeted rain gear.

Logan grunted in agreement as he turned around and headed back up the riverbank, closely followed by Jean.

On the other side of the river, Bobby, St John and Ororo waited patiently in the car, saturated clothing dripping all over the seats. The driver's door swung open and Scott leaped in, shaking water from his hair.

"Jean and Logan can't get across. They're going to wait it out and try again tomorrow."

Rainwater dribbled down his face and he wiped it away with the back of his hand.

Ororo peered out of the steamed up window at the two beams of torchlight just visible on the opposite side of the river as their friends scrambled up the bank.

"Are they going to be all right?"

Scott nodded. "They'll be fine. Jean mentioned some rocks she saw a little way back. They're looking for some shelter there."

He turned around and glared at the two boys in the back seat

"And just what the hell where you two up to anyway?"

St John winced. "Berry hunting?"

~o~

6:00pm

Jean stood by a pine tree and shivered, clutching her coat around her as she waited for Logan to return. He'd left to find some rocks big enough to protect them from the wind so they had somewhere to shelter for the night.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

At least the kids were all right.

A soggy clump of pine needles fell off the tree she was sheltering under and made a wet smacking noise against her hood.

"Camping trip from hell," she muttered under her breath as she swiped them off.

She looked around the inky darkness as the wind shrieked loudly through the trees, wailing like a banshee. She cast her torchlight into the black depths of the forest, searching for the familiar shape of Logan amongst the landscape. Where the hell was he?

The rain redoubled its efforts, battering her harder once more and sending another cascade of soaked pine needles down from the tree branches.

"LOGAN ARE YOU DONE YET?" she screamed.

"Right here, darlin'."

Jean yelped in surprise, the voice sounding directly in her left ear. She jumped and fell ungracefully in the thick, oozing mud as the soft ground gave way under her feet.

She stared up at him, her brows knitting in annoyance.

"You're such an asshole!" she spat.

It wasn't that she didn't like him. . . quite the contrary in fact, but she really was unhappy at being stuck outside in this weather. Her quiet evening in the bathtub with a trashy romantic novel had been so unpleasantly interrupted to go hunting for lost children.

She angrily wiped the mud away from her bruised behind as she stood up, clinging onto Logan's offered hand as she slithered through the patch of saturated earth.

He smiled slightly, amusement twitching the corner of his lips.

"Found something for ya."

Jean huffed. "This had better be better than your shortcut, mister," she mumbled under her breath as he nimbly trotted over some rocks, vanishing behind a large boulder.

Scrambling in a less than ladylike fashion like up the stones, muttering and cursing most of the way, Jean rounded the boulder and found Logan grinning in a self-satisfied kind of way, dramatically indicating the small mouth of a cave.

Putting on a somewhat less than realistic southern drawl and batting her eyelashes at him, Jean clapped her hands in completely un-thrilled sarcasm. "Ooh. . . My Hero!"

She slithered over through the mud and disappeared inside, crawling through the cave mouth and into the darkness beyond.

"Uh, Jean. . . ?" Logan poked his head inside. "I haven't checked for bears or snakes or anything yet. . . "

Jean's eyes grew huge in the recesses of the cave. "WHAT. . . ?"

"Only kidding."

There was an indignant scream from Jean before he disappeared in after her, leaving the storm to rage outside.

~o~

6:12pm

The cave was small and dark, a slight draft from the entrance whirling over the floor. Jean wrapped her arms around herself, the hems of her clothing dripping rainwater around her boots.

At least it was dry, she thought, sniffling slightly from the cold.

Her brow suddenly creased. "Logan. . . what's that funny smell?"

"Depends which funny smell you're smellin'," he replied.

Logan swung the torch around, analysing their surroundings. The beam of light came to rest momentarily on the mostly skeletal remains of what would have presumably been some kind of small, furry, woodland creature. "Could be one of any number of things. . . "

Jean grimaced.

Using the beam of light from his torch he indicated a spot against the cave wall.

"Sit there and aim your light for the back."

She raised a brow but complied, walking over and plopping herself down where Logan had indicated, flicking on her torch as she did so.

Jean looked up as he poked around, her light casting eerie silhouettes of his shadow on the back wall.

"Its soft. . . " she murmured in surprise.

He grunted and looked up over his shoulder. "What?"

"The ground. . . It's soft," she repeated, tilting her head slightly as she followed Logan's rear end as he bent over to pick up something from the cave floor. It presented her with a tight, denim-clad view that temporarily distracted her from the half a gallon of water that was still sloshing inside her boots.

Unaware of his audience, Logan nodded. "Yeah, sometimes you're lucky and find ones like that. It's sand blown in, collected over the years. . . falls off animals' fur and stuff like that."

He made a positive sounding noise and turned around with an armful of dry twigs and leaves.

"Kindling," he grunted, as if answering the questioning look she shot him.

He dumped it in the middle of the cave floor and quickly arranged it into what Jean assumed was the best pattern for a fire. He rummaged in his pockets and dragged out his slightly battered Zippo, quickly lighting the dry leaves.

A small fire started, bright orange flames licking against the dried leaves, casting a warm glow around the cave walls. Silence filled the grey, stone hollow, broken only by the quiet popping and snapping of the twigs as they gave way to the heat.

Logan looked around and finally faced Jean on the other side of the fire. "Turn off the torch or you'll waste the batteries."

Jean was staring, mesmerised by the flames, only shaken out of her daze when he repeated her name.

"What. . . ? Oh, the torch. . . right. . . " She switched it off, earning a strange look from her companion.

She looked at his face in the dimly flickering light as if seeing it for the very first time, his strong features smoothed by the shadows.

Part of her fluttered at the memory of how attracted he'd been to her when he first joined them, how shamelessly he'd persued her despite Scott's continual bitching. How quietly supportive he'd been when she broke away from Scott. . . He really had been very nice to her in fact, she thought. . .

"Your gonna have to take off some of those wet cloths," he indicated with a wave of his hand. "You'll get sick."

Jean snapped out of her reverie.

The cunning bastard, she mused, flashing him a tight smile. Worming his way into her life without her even noticing and now not so subtly trying to get her naked. . . He hadn't even blinked at the suggestion, the asshole. . .

"And give you a cheap show? No way."

He just shrugged. "Fine by me, Red, but you'll regret it when they start to soak through to your skin."

He eased himself down to the floor and picked up a small stick that had escaped his fire making. He doodled in the sand with it as Jean shivered.

~o~

8:40pm

Two hours had passed and the gloom outside had been replaced with pitch darkness, the cold intensifying despite the fire.

Logan had been out to collect more wood, drying the wet branches over the heat of the flames before adding them slowly, keeping the blaze alight.

Jean's teeth shook as the persistent wetness of her clothing pressed into her skin, cutting into her bones with the cold.

Logan had pulled off his leather jacket and draped it near the fire along with his boots and a shirt.

He was still fully clothed, she noticed. Just how many layers did he have on anyway. . . ?

An image of Logan when he first arrived in the mansion, unconscious and needing to be examined, suddenly popped in her mind. She dispelled it just as swiftly, confused by the direction her thoughts were taking. Though, in truth, she often wondered if he ever speculated on exactly who had got him out of those snowy, wet clothes that first day. . .

If she closed her eyes she could still just about remember how he had felt, his skin a strange mixture of hot and cold as she had peeled wet clothes from his body.

Snap out of it Jean, she reprimanded herself, her eyes drifting to where he lay. He was quite contentedly sprawled out in the sand, his eyes half closed in the quiet cave as the weather battered outside.

Her eyes trailed up his legs, the denim drying tightly over his skin, tracing the line of his thighs. She followed it up the length of his toned and muscular legs, tracing the silhouette of his sculpted body.

She felt a tickle in the back of her mind as his eyes suddenly burned her.

Her head snapped up, her gaze catching his for a split second before she looked away, feigning interest in the unmoving pile of drying twigs waiting to be popped into the fire.

Lost in thought, she helped one along to its doom.

~o~

10:55pm

"I spy with my little eye something beginning with G."

A voice broke the silence and Jean jerked out of her contemplative stupor, looking with great confusion at the quite serious Logan.

"What?" she asked.

"I said, I spy with my little eye, something beginning with a G," he repeated. "I spy. Haven't you ever played eye spy before?"

He gave a little smile.

Jean laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yes I've played eye spy before, just. . . " she smirked. "Just didn't think I would ever hear you playing."

Logan stopped playing with the stick and sat upright, cracking his joints before crossing his legs at the knees. He watched her with curiosity. The fire shone in her hair, catching the vivid red highlights there. Even when it was semi wet and bedraggled it was still stunning.

Jean wiped a matted strand out of her eyes, suddenly keenly aware that she was being watched. "So, a G huh?"

"Yep."

"G."

"Uh huh."

"Right." She looked around, her eyes tracing the uneven roof of the cave. "Guano?"

"Nope."

"Then I give up."

He frowned. "You can't give up after just one round," he protested.

"Yes I can."

"No you cant," he insisted.

"Yes I can. . . "

"It's your eyes. . . G, for green," he said suddenly.

Jean smirked, turning her face towards the floor to hide the blush that flushed over her skin. "Like you can see my eye colour in this light."

Logan looked at her cynically. "Last time I checked, my heightened sense came along with eye sight too darlin'. I can see your eyes fine. Even the colour."

Jean sat still and looked across the fire at the man before her, gazes meeting for a split second, a charged moment seeming to shimmer between them for an instant before evaporating again.

Jean swallowed slowly, her throat suddenly dry. "It has to be something I can see for it to be valid," she muttered, eyes locked with his.

She blinked, snapping back into reality. She smiled awkwardly and looked away again, searching the cave walls for some kind of answer. "My turn. . . uh. . . I spy with my little eye, something beginning with. . . -"

~o~

11:24pm

"So why couldn't Ro stop the rain or something?" Logan muttered as he finished his solo game of tic tac toe in the sand. He tossed his stick into the fire after drawing a crooked line up, diagonally and down again through the grid to link three random noughts in his stalemated game.

Jean stopped trying to rub her hands together for warmth and shivered slightly.

"Because even if she had stopped the rain, the river would still have been swollen and the bridge would still have washed out and we would still have been stuck here." She frowned. "That and the whole 'I won't interfere with nature' thing."

"Oh."

Logan returned to staring at the fire.

"You know your hair is all funny looking when it's wet," Jean suddenly said. Logan's head snapped up and she smirked in amusement as she resumed her hand rubbing. "Sort of like my aunts old moggy when it got left out in the rain. . . "

~o~

11:37pm

"Logan"

"Hmmm?"

He had his eyes closed, his head comfortably leaning back against the wall of the cave.

Jean shivered. "I'm freezing, and if I don't get out of these clothes soon I'm going to die of hypothermia."

Logan smirked, his eyes still shut. "Told you so."

"You're a smug bastard, you know that?" she groused.

Jean's teeth chattered as she huddled into herself, clutching her knees to her chest.

Logan slowly opened his eyes and stood up, moving over to her and shrugging off one of his many layers. He crouched down in front of her, dangling a warm, flannel shirt in front of her eyes.

"Here, take those off and put this on."

Jean fingered the offered garment and quickly grabbed it, making off for the back of the cave, clutching the warm shirt to her frozen body.

It radiated his heat and his deep scent and she held it to her face for a second, breathing it in before starting to strip out of her sodden clothes.

"If I catch you peeping, I'll send a rock pile on you. . . " she grumbled.

Logan smiled and stoked up the fire a little.

~o~

11:55pm

Logan gave an exasperated sigh.

"Look. If you want to get warm, the best way is to share body heat." He indicated the spot of floor next to him.

Jean sat shivering on the far side of the fire, a small whirl of air from the outside twirling lazily around her body. Circling across her skin it formed goose bumps wherever it touched.

The small fire provided light but not much in the way of heat, and she clutched Logan's shirt closer to her body trying to keep the cold air out.

What she wouldn't do for a hot shower right now. . .

She sniffed and looked down at Logan. Leaning with his back against the cave wall, legs stretched out in front of him, he looked like it were a lazy Sunday afternoon in the sun, the epitome of comfort in the stormy night.

She shivered again.

Logan lazily opened his eyes and glanced up at her. He shrugged.

"Fine. Sit over there all evening, but I'm going to sleep. I suggest you do the same."

With that he sunk lower into the little scoop he had carved out in the sand, leaning in perfect relaxation against the wall and closing his eyes once more.

Jean sat there for another moment before shuffling round the fire and making her way to his side.

There was a part of her that hated to do this because she knew he would be so insufferably smug about it, but the other part of her said, fuck it, I'm cold. . .

Logan opened one eye and moved his arm to let her curl up into his side, waiting for her to draw her legs under her in a more comfortable position.

He watch her through slitted eyes as she snuggled down by his body, warmth filling him at just being able to feel her close to him for once.

Despite whatever she may have ever thought about him, he truly did care for her. One day he would be able to tell her. One day when she wouldn't assume that it was so he could get one up on Scott. One day when he could find the right words. . .

Until then he was almost content to just lie together in silence until sleep floated them both away, a small smile twitching his face.

~o~

~She could feel his warm lips on her body, heated kisses pushed close against one another, caressing so tenderly it stole her breath away. . . She could taste his every emotion, his every thought on her lips, his tongue stroking against the hot cavern of her mouth, her own sighs echoing in her ears as he touched her with a tenderness she could only ever have dreamed of.

He was warmth and light and heat and need and she sank into him with a grateful moan, feeling his touch feathering across her skin, her body merging with his in pure ecstasy. . .

Seeking limbs entwined, the feel of him soft and hard inside her, groaning, thrusting, filling the aching chasm within her body, blissful friction driving her forwards. . .

So much skin, so much raw emotion, bodies clinging together for dear life, hands clutching at whatever they can find. Bare skin and warmth, sliding and rubbing against one another, thrusting deep and strong, a whirlwind of erotic ecstasy, her world contracting and expanding in a blinding flash of light. . .

"Logan!"

A scream of pure need. . .

~o~

12:35am

Jean woke with a start, her heart heaving in her chest as her eyes snapped open. She struggled vainly for a second, a large arm wrapped around her body keeping her from bolting upright.

She was still tucked in Logan's embrace, his warm body pressed against hers as she panted raggedly in the darkness, the fire flickering down to embers as her head sank back to its place on his stomach.

"What the hell was that?" she whispered, blinking in the gloom as her eyes drifted shut again.

Logan was warm and comfortable beneath her and she relaxed back into the position she had been in before she had woken, snuggled close into his shared warmth. Her body calmed slowly, tensed muscles uncurling as she nuzzled back into his side, but her heart still beat strongly in her chest and a deep throb had formed low between her legs.

She almost physically ached from the intensity of her dream, her primed body wanting the release promised by her fantasy, missing the sensation of a hard presence invading her body as they made love.

There was dampness between her thighs and she silently cursed, bringing her knees closer together to try and quash the need that sluggishly flooded her body, consuming her with gradual steps.

She resisted the temptation to press her hand between her legs to ease the pulsing sensation, the temptation to run her fingers through the heated skin of her sex quashed only because that would mean she had to move away from the warm body next to her. She was sprawled comfortably on top of him, Logan so hot against her side that even the thought of quietly bringing herself to satisfaction couldn't incline her to move. His heat seemed to lull her back into a sleepy stupor and she took one last deep breath before trying to focus her mind away from her aching sex.

The musky scent of her own desire gently hung in the air as she stretched her fingers out over Logan's body, stroking him for a second like a comforter as she tried to lock down her feeling of need, grounding it in the reality of their situation.

Even if she were to move, she realised, the sound of her satisfying herself could wake him and that could bring nothing but embarrassment.

The feeling deep between her thighs didn't abate though, and she groaned slightly against his warm stomach, idly caressing his firm body in her half-asleep state.

She was almost starting to believe she could return to dreaming again when lightening split the sky, the last vestiges of slumber chased away as a roll of thunder echoed outside, her eyes flickering open once more as she groaned in frustration.

Sleepily she focused on the object closest to her; her hand.

Her hand that was resting just below Logan's belt buckle. . .

She blinked hastily in disbelief, hoping that the scene would change if she could just get her eyes to see straight. . .

But no, her palm was definitely planted firmly on Logan's crotch, hand open and moulded to him, the flat pressure spread over his groin, the feel of his body beneath her touch flushing heat to her face in embarrassment.

The fact that he was sporting the beginnings of an ungracious hard-on really wasn't helping. . .

Her first reaction was to jerk her hand away, and Logan breathed out softly above her, shifting in his sleep as she did so as if missing her caress even in his dream.

Jean twisted slightly in his grasp, studying his profile in the dim light as the small fire died down to coals. It cast a warm hue on his face, his eyes moving under their lids as he moaned quietly in his dream. It was a deep throaty sound, borne of pleasure rather than pain and, curious, Jean opened her mind. She gently reached out to catch the thoughts he was unconsciously broadcasting outwards, her presence barely even grazing over his subconscious.

Thoughts were radiating out from him, it wasn't prying. . .

Sort of. . .

It was like casting a net and hoping for a catch, she assured herself, not invading his privacy in the slightest.

She concentrated slightly and reached out to him.

His thoughts were frantic and hot as she opened her mind, the images plunging directly behind her eyes as he dreamed.

~. . . running my hand down her legs to her knees, the soft feel of her skin in my palms. . . -. . . as she lifts her hips to me. Opening her. . . -. . . tasting her skin, my tongue rolling over her breast. . . -. . . tight nipple, making her scream. . . -. . . God, she is so beautiful. . . -. . . thrusting. . . ~

Jean gasped and slammed her mind shut.

Oh god no. . .

He was having the same dream as her. She cringed in embarrassment, pressing the palm of her hand over her eyes. She hadn't broadcast in her sleep for years, why did she have to start doing it again now. . . ?

Somehow he had picked up on her dream and had turned it into his own.

Jean felt her face turn crimson. She tried to squirm out of his grip but she was so entangled with his body that she would never be able to move without waking him.

She didn't remember falling asleep like this, their bodies twisted together so intimately, but his arm was curled protectively around her shoulder, holding her close to his side while his hand brushed against her breast.

Her nipples hardened as the tightness in her stomach returned, the feel of his fingers just brushing against her body, sending a fresh quiver of unsated need through her.

Her eyes drifted back down again to the area below his belt and she licked her lips, swallowing away the dryness that had suddenly formed in her throat.

"What are you doing Jean. . . ?" she whispered to herself.

He elicited a soft moan and she bit her lip in response, feeling his arm tighten around her as he slept.

Some part of her wanted to resist, but then she looked at his face once more, so peaceful in sleep, and she surrendered.

Run with the moment and suffer no regrets. . .

Her hand snaked out again and traced a thin line over the seam of his zipper, her fingers brushing the denim lightly.

She glanced up to look at his eyes, watching them flicker under the lids, his breathing still deep and regular.

Still sleeping?

Jean sat deathly still as his eyes moved faster under the lids and she choked back a smile as he snorted slightly, mumbling something unintelligible before shifting lightly in his slumber.

Yep.

Sleeping like a baby.

Her hand resumed its course along the seam to where the material bulged, his body tenting the fabric as he dreamed. She lay her palm flat over his groin to feel the warmth of his hardening flesh under her touch, smiling wickedly as it pressed against the inside of the denim.

A small squeeze got a reaction and Jean laughed silently to herself as Logan's breathing got a little deeper, her hand rubbing gently up and down the front of his jeans as she watched his sleeping face twitch slightly. The long, dark lashes that rested against his cheeks flickered as real and imagined stimuli merged into one blissful union.

Logan swam to consciousness grudgingly, drifting back to the world on the other side of sleep as his brain protested about being dragged from exquisite slumber.

The dream ended to tightness and heat. A slow steady throbbing. . .

He opened his eyes with a start when he remembered where he was, taking in the sight before him with growing humiliation.

Jean still lay underneath his arm but she was awake and obviously staring wide-eyed at the reaction his body was giving from the dream he just had.

Embarrassment and shock at the betrayal of his own lack of self-control coursed through his veins and Logan quickly scrambled up from the floor, letting Jean fall with an undignified oomph into the space where he had just been.

"Fuck!"

He ran a hand through his hair and swallowed, his eyes still wide and his heart pounding painfully in his chest as he glanced back at her. His body still ached at the sight of her lying sprawled out on the floor before him, but she was staring at him with what looked like surprise. . . Disgust maybe, he thought.

Mumbling something like an apology he quickly turned around. She would have picked up on what he was thinking. . . he must have been projecting pretty strongly for her to be looking at him like that. . .

Heading for the cave's entrance he cursed himself.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckbuggering. . . "

Just when things had seemed to be heading his way he had to go and have a dumb-assed wet dream about her. Was there something so wrong with him that he couldn't just hold onto a woman for one night without dreaming about fucking her. . . ?

He had hoped so much that he could do this right for once, take things at their best pace, explain to her how he truly felt. . .

She would never give him the chance now, he knew, his strongly projected dream showing her all the things he didn't want her to see yet, all the things that came after he explained how much he really did love her. All the lust and pure carnal need that he had been pushing down for so long because he knew it wasn't the way he would ever get her to understand how he felt. . .

"Logan, stop."

Her voice was unsteady in the darkness, halting his progress just as he stooped to shuffle out of the cave, not caring that it was still raining, not caring that he wasn't even wearing his boots.

He kept his back to her, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a second to try and centre himself. He clenched his fists, digging his fingernails into his palms and trying to forget the feeling below his waist.

It wasn't helping. . .

He heard her coming closer behind him, not quite touching him but so close it made his whole body throb with need.

"Where are you going?" she whispered.

He opened his eyes, staring desperately at the wall as if it might give him some assistance.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm going outside to look for a McDonalds' drive thru. I'm starving, aren't you?" he replied, his voice cracking with humiliation and less than enthusiastic sarcasm.

"Logan. . . "

"What?" he snapped, instantly berating himself for his harsh tone. He couldn't see her face but he knew that wouldn't have helped.

Jean stood right behind him, her voice sounding small and uncertain in the darkness.

"It was my dream."

He turned around and faced her suddenly, confusion written over his features as she shuffled uncomfortably. She glanced up at him and took a step back as his body towered over her own, his baffled expression almost unreadable to her in the dim light.

"What do you mean, your dream?"

Jean swallowed nervously, so totally unsure of what he was thinking, her eyes unable to pick out his features in the darkness.

She took a deep breath to bolster her courage and looked into the dark pools of his eyes. She shakily reached out a hand to touch his cheekbone, the dark hazel orbs darting sharply to look down at her fingers before focusing back at her face again.

Jean traced the smooth skin of his cheek, watching with awe as his control began to waver.

"It was my dream," she repeated, more confidently this time. "I was broadcasting and you picked it up. What you dreamed were my thoughts. I saw them. . . In your mind before you woke up. . . "

Logan's nostrils flared as he picked up her scent, watching with sharp, clear eyes as she moved closer to him, regaining the step she had lost.

"It was my dream, about you and me," she whispered, her voice growing husky as she studied his face intently.

Her hand ran a path along his profile, gently stroking her touch down along his jaw and to his mouth.

She could feel his breath puffing gently on her fingers as she traced his lips, the soft flesh gliding smoothly under her fingertip.

His eyes never leaving hers he turned his head slightly, pulling her index finger into his mouth, making her shiver slightly as his tongue ran along her skin.

"It was my dream," she whispered again.

Her finger slowly slid from between his lips, the warmth of his kiss caressing it slightly as he softly took hold of her wrist.

"It's my dream too Jeannie, you know that. . . " he replied quietly.

His eyes locked onto hers, an infinite second of anticipation passing before he took that final step and crushed his mouth to her lips.

Then there it was. . . the culmination of years worth of desires, the bottled and restrained emotions and needs he had tried so vainly to keep hidden until he felt he could tell her. . .

There they all were, the endless nights of fantasy now pressed into his body and he just wanted to hold onto everything he could, grasping it all for just a split second, pulling her tightly into his arms, his tongue seeking endlessly in the soft, slick cavern of her mouth.

Jean whimpered, surprise and shock fluttering through her brain before she felt his tongue caress against her own, the taste of him overwhelming her senses, the soft thrum as he moaned inside her mouth driving her heart to bursting.

She could almost taste it on his lips, all the want and the need and the desperation. . .

His kiss passionately claimed everything it touched and she drank him in like a drowning woman seeking salvation, the rough crush of his mouth almost bruising her own, his possessive embrace conquering all in its path as she clung onto him helplessly, her hands clawing through his hair.

His arms crushed her body against his, the hardening in his groin pressed flush against her as she hooked one leg around his waist, pulling herself up, trying to consume all that he could give.

It was a flurry of want and desire, consequences thrown to the howling winds outside as she moaned and panted under his attentions.

He groaned inside her mouth as he felt her whole body rubbing against his, tasting her sweet caress on his lips as his hands slowly ran down her thigh, tracing his palm along the line of sleek flesh that vanished into the soft flannel shirt she still wore. He could feel the elastic of her panties as his fingers lightly skimmed against her firm, round bottom, gripping her more forcefully against his body, his fingers pressing into her skin as he locked her into him.

Jean gasped quietly as his lips finally parted from hers, the soft huff of his laboured breathing merging with her own, her tongue flicking out to lick against his top lip seductively. It made him swallow hard as his coal-black eyes watched her with possessive intensity.

His hand ran up and over her hip, letting her leg slide back to the ground as his grip curled over the soft, smooth flesh of her waist. The shirt rode up with him, revealing her thigh and hip then stomach as his hand trailed slowly up the smooth arc of her back.

He closed his eyes, savouring her scent as he buried his head into her neck, licking up the side of her throat with his hot, wet tongue. His mouth closed over her flesh as he suckled the crook of her neck, making her hiss with pleasure as her hands clawed through the thick, lustrous strands of his hair.

Slowly he surfaced, lifting his head to take in her eyes before kissing her ruthlessly again, stepping backwards toward the wall as Jean clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt. The little disks of plastic seemed to evade her fogged mind and she grunted in frustration, grabbing the cloth on either side of his collar and yanking it hard. The fabric gave up and the shirt ripped open to halfway down his stomach, buttons scattering and cloth tearing as she ran her tongue along the line of his jaw.

She pushed the shirt down off his shoulders, letting it hang loosely on his body by the sleeves that were still trapped around his arms and the remaining buttons that only fastened to just above his navel.

Logan groaned with pleasure, instinct making him grind against her, trying desperately to ease the tightness in his body as her hands caressed his chest, her fingers finding his nipples with ease and skimming them lightly with her touch.

It sent tiny shots of desire through his body as she circled the tight nubs of flesh, her head lowering to take one into her mouth as he inhaled sharply, the flash of heat making him dizzy as she suckled tightly on his skin.

The lightest skim of her teeth on the hard, little bud made him roll his eyes back into his skull, her incessant thumb flicking back and forth over its comrade making the pounding ache between his legs unbearable, his flesh trapped in the constricting fabric.

He cupped her cheek in his palm, raising her lips from his chest and capturing them in a kiss, threading his hands through her hair, suddenly missing the contact of her mouth on his chest.

His lips trailed down her throat as his fingers ran up inside his shirt, skimming over perfect, creamy flesh as he caressed her whole body with soft, tender strokes.

He curled the fingers of one hand over the outside of her breast, the rough texture of the lace on her bra bristling under his palm. The other slid back down her side, coming to rest on her hip as seeking fingers slowly tugged down the cup on one side of her bra, pulling away the fabric from her hot little nipple, the heated flesh jutting deliciously into his hand. He hooked his other thumb into the elastic of her panties, a good, hard tug wrenching them down to her knees and she shakily stepped out of them, letting them fall on the sandy cave floor as he toyed carelessly with her nipple as his mouth ruthlessly plundered her own.

Jean's eyes fell closed in bliss, her body shaking with desire as he stroked and teased the erect flesh with the rough, callused pads of his fingers, his hot mouth capturing hers in a blaze of heat and desire and pure white need.

She could feel the press of his body against her, want clouding her mind with delicious friction as he bucked into her, his mouth feasting now on her shoulder as he growled low in his chest, trying vainly to undo his pants one-handed.

"Logan. . . ahh. . . " she gasped as he tweaked the hardened bud in his fingers. "LOGAN!" she hissed, "Stop. . . "

"What?" His mouth nibbled up her throat towards her mouth, his tongue sliding between her lips as she squirmed slightly, attempting to make her point heard past his ravaging kiss.

She surrendered to it though, a soft moan all she was able to produce as his hand left her breast to curl tightly round her back, clutching her to him as tightly as possible.

Eventually they parted, breathless and flushed and she stood there panting on unsteady legs. She pointed to his pants, her eyes reflecting the low embers of the fire in the darkness.

"We need to get those off."

He gave a crooked grin and started to undo his belt, unhooking the buckle with practised ease.

"No!" Jean exclaimed.

He paused and glanced at her, watching with interest as she swallowed nervously, her chest heaving with every breath she took

"I want. . . "

He could see her hard nipples poking against the fabric of the shirt and he cocked an eyebrow at her flushed appearance, waiting for her to continue.

"I want to undress you myself. . . " she continued, edging forward once more, her breath still heavy against his skin.

He slowly dropped his arms to his side, his own breathing becoming ragged as he imagined her hands on his body, stroking and teasing his rigid flesh with long, soft fingers.

"I don't want you to move. . . " she whispered, waiting a split second for his nod before continuing.

"Close your eyes," murmured her soft voice, her finger stroking down his cheekbone as she stepped closer to him.

His breathing was rough in the silence and Jean stared into the dark depths of his eyes, watching them glinting with desire until reluctantly he closed them, his dark eyelashes resting softly against his cheeks.

She looked at him and she shivered.

Wearing jeans and barefoot, his shirt half open and pushed down his arms, he looked delicious, the painful swelling in his groin pressing hard against the denim.

"Hmm. . . " she murmured to her self. "Where to begin?"

He looked almost edible like this, the low light casting warm highlights over his chest, picking out the contours of his muscles in soft, yellow fire.

She was going to enjoy this. . .

Logan stood quietly in the darkness behind his eyes, waiting for her to start. All he could sense was the movement of her body as it swirled through the cave air, the rich smell of her desire rising through his form and making his mouth water in anticipation.

There was the soft rustle of her hair against the shirt she was wearing. All she was wearing in fact, besides a bra, he reminded himself.

He started to smile, the expression suddenly lost in the sharp inhale as he felt the warmth of her hands begin their exploration.

Jean wasted no time, smiling with wicked cruelty as Logan stood before her.

She ran her hands from the top of his hips downwards, stroking long arcs on the outside of his thighs and then suddenly in, her hand resting on the bulge in his pants, rubbing in a slow, hard motion.

Logan swayed on his feet, eyes clenched tighter as her fingers massaged the sensitive, rigid flesh.

She could feel the heat of his body radiating through the denim and she closed her eyes in bliss, the strong, firm feel of him under her hands making her heart beat hard behind her ribs.

Jean cast a quick look up to his face, his eyes clenched shut, a look of pure ecstatic agony caressing his features. She smiled as she felt his hips jerking under her hands, his body thrusting against the blissful pressure she created.

He almost opened his eyes when she suddenly stopped, opening his mouth to protest when a smooth palm covered his lips, stopping him from speaking.

"Shh. . . " she whispered to his ear. The sound sent a little puff of breath over his skin, caressing him so lightly it barely even registered till she sent her tongue after her words, sliding from his lobe down his jaw.

Moving her hand from his lips she kissed him deep, her fingers in his hair massaging against his skull, her hips continuing what her hands had started.

Logan moaned softly against her pervading taste, the feel of her body undulating wickedly against his own making the tightness inside his clothes all the more painful.

She was doing it on purpose, the evil witch. . .

Jean slowly pulled away from the kiss, licking her flushed lips as she ran her hands down over his shoulders, fingers skimming lightly onto his chest before slowly unbuttoning the last of his shirt.

Her lips and tongue darted wickedly over his chest, lingering on his nipples again before caressing a narrow line down his breastbone, waves of pleasure assaulting his hazy mind as her teeth nipped lightly at his skin.

Logan shuddered as Jean's mouth lavished small kisses all over his body, her tongue dipping briefly into his belly button before trailing back up to his pectoral once again, the tip of her tongue swirling round the tight little nubbin of flesh, making him shiver.

Her hands had made short work of his shirt and she slowly pulled it down his arms, but the cuffs still fastened at his wrists prevented it from sliding off.

Jean smiled wickedly as an idea struck her, and gathered the loose folds of the shirt still caught by his hands. She twisted it behind his back and looped it between his wrists, tying his arms tightly behind him with the soft cloth, watching in amusement as he shook with the pure physical need pounding through his body.

The texture was both rough and smooth as Jean licked along the skin around his biceps, biting him gently on the shoulder before soothing him with lavish kisses, her teeth scraping the skin as she explored his body.

Logan moaned quietly, Jean holding one finger against his lips to quieten him as her mouth trailed in small forays over his torso.

He kissed the finger pressed to his lips, trying to draw it into the warm wetness of his mouth before she pulled it away, running it down the middle of his chest.

She laid her ear against his breastbone, listening to the thundering of his heart as she ran her hand over his stomach, the hair tickling against her cheek as she listened.

As it beat its tempo her hand stroked him in time, drawing little circles lower and lower on his abdomen until she was certain he couldn't bear it any longer.

Sweat broke out against his skin as he felt her carefully running just the tip of her nail along the waist of his jeans, coming to a stop just below his belly button, trailing up and down the narrow trail of hair that dipped inside his pants.

He whined almost painfully as he heard her sink to her knees in front of him, resting her head against his thigh. She rubbed herself against him like a cat, almost purring as she wrapped her finger into the waistband of his jeans, the gentle tug on the fabric making his whole body move.

Slowly she finished unfastening his belt, pulling it free of his jeans and tossing it on the floor with her panties before slowly drawing down his fly. She pressed backwards into his tender flesh with the zipper as she lowered it, just shy of catching him, making him squirm with just a small slice of both heaven and hell as she opened his constricting clothes.

The cave was silent for a moment, not a sound besides the harsh breathing coming from the man standing in front of her.

Jean licked her lips and looked up at him, his head thrown back in pleasure exposing the long line of his strong neck, his chest rising and falling with deep pants.

Lovingly she caressed his hips, his jeans falling slowly at her encouragement, enticingly, teasingly revealing him to her.

His arousal was obvious and Jean gave herself a self-satisfied smirk as she slowly lowered her lips to his straining body, lightly kissing the tip, flicking at it briefly with just the tip of her tongue.

Logan groaned, leaning back into the wall for support. He felt like he was going to die from the pure strain on his heart as her lips brushed his hard flesh so lightly, the heat of her mouth so tantalising against his sensitive erection.

His arms were stretched out behind him, tightly bound at the wrists, and he automatically moved his hips forward towards her, arching his spine in pleasure as she kissed him, running the tip of her finger up his length in the lightest of tickling caresses.

It was the burning flash of her tongue skimming onto his hardened body that made him moan though, the fire of her mouth suddenly embracing him as she licked slowly over his length, lovingly nuzzling into his crotch before drawing him into her mouth.

The soft sucking of her lips made his face contort in pleasure, his body tensing as her tongue swirled small circles over him, coaxing his desperate arousal towards completion.

His hips automatically thrust forward, slowed to desperate, short jerks as she held him still, her smooth hand lightly caressing against the heat of his groin as she sucked him just a little bit harder.

He was so near the edge already that it didn't take long, the sudden skim of her teeth lightly scraping along his rock hard shaft sending him into cataclysmic ecstasy, his whole body tensing as he came forcefully inside the intense heat of her mouth.

It was as if he seemed to forget how to breathe, and Jean watched with passion-glazed eyes as Logan dropped to his knees in front of her, jagged gasps shuddering his body, his eyes still closed as he tried to focus on breathing in and out once again.

His desperate gasping slowed to deep, panted breaths as she slowly crept closer, bending down to all fours to look under his bowed head, the muscles of his shoulders still heaving as he panted, his hands still securely bound behind his back.

Slowly he lifted his head, half opening his black eyes as his mouth caught hers, forcing it apart, his tongue driving roughly inside. She whimpered in response, cradling his face in her hands, her mind reeling from the pure want she could still feel pouring off him.

She surrendered herself completely to it, submerging her desires within him, their tongues stroking against one another like silk and fire until they raggedly broke for air, running small kisses along the other's face.

Jean blearily looked down to the pressure against her leg, his whispered caresses raining down on her cheek and neck as she nuzzled into him, smiling at what she saw.

"Logan?"

"Hmm?" he rumbled, grazing soft pecks against her throat.

She gently stroked his obviously re-aroused body again, wrapping her fingers lightly around its heat.

"Already?"

She could feel him grinning against her shoulder, his sharp canines sending shivers of pleasure down her spine as he nipped her skin lightly, flicking his soothing tongue over the sting in her flesh.

"I'm not finished yet darlin'. . . " he murmured.

Blearily she shuffled around him, untying his wrists from the twisted shirt. She pulled it away, freeing his hands from the cuffs and running her fingers down his bare back, watching the ripples as his muscles shivered beneath the skin.

He twisted round and grabbed her arms, gently pulling her back in front of him.

"This has gotta go. . . " he murmured, nuzzling against her breast and biting the shirt between his teeth.

On their knees together, Jean gently moved his head away, kissing his lips softly as she fingered the buttons on her shirt.

His eyes seemed to burn as he followed the slow journey her fingers made, one by one sliding the buttons out of their holes, his deeply caressing gaze watching the deep V of creamy skin slowly widening down her body.

The shirt softly swayed open at last, the final button freed from its hole exposing her to his hungrily awaiting eyes, half out of her bra, her scent caressing his sensitive mind like smoke.

Logan just stared at her, flames dancing in his voice.

"God Jeannie. . . you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

His voice was husky with desire as she swayed unsteadily, feeling him push the shirt from her shoulders, his hands caressing her skin as he brushed the fabric away from her heated body, letting it pool to the ground forgotten.

Slowly, almost reverentially, he reached for her, his fingers slipping through her hair, caressing the silken strands as his eyes locked with hers. Slowly he came closer, so gradual it felt like an eternity of anticipation that they were locked in as he approached, holding her in his arms as they slipped to the ground, their bodies meeting at last.

He was so warm and solid against her, holding her firmly in his embrace as they lay like lovers on the sand. His lips played against her mouth, small teasing caresses, then down. . . tongue splashing liquid heat over her collarbone and chest, sending small shudders of blissful shock through her skin.

His arms still wrapped around her, he unclasped her bra, her nipples growing hard as he softly drew the straps from her shoulders, nudging the lacy material away with is teeth and lips as he licked his way back up to her rapidly heaving breasts.

His scalding mouth settled gently over her, drawing the tight, flushed bud into his caress, running his tongue over and over across the firm little nub of flesh, tasting her like the sweetest candy.

Her mouth formed a silent scream as she arched in pleasure, feeling him suckle so tenderly at her breast as he lifted his hand to lightly stroke the other. His fingers barely even grazed her body, but still she twisted her back in whimpering rapture as he lightly petted over the tip of the darkening, pink bud under his fingers, his touch ghosting over the sensitive flesh, making her writhe in his grasp.

She was so deliciously receptive. . . he could feel her legs shifting beneath him as she squirmed against the throbbing arousal growing inside her, her head rolling back and forth on the dusty sand as he lifted his eyes to watch her. Slowly he switched his attention to the bared nipple on the other side of her chest, drawing his thumb along the underside of the hot, wet nub he had just abandoned, the friction making her breath huff tightly in her lungs.

She moaned softly, chewing her lip as he gently tugged at the dark pinnacle between his fingers, squeezing it lightly as he rubbed its fellow hard with his tongue.

Jean cried out weakly, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him close, her thighs trapping him against her hot core. Her body throbbed, pulsing in time with her thundering heart as his hand left her breast, cupping her cheek as he slowly crept up her again, ravaging her mouth as he caressed her hip with his free hand.

He lightly swept up her thigh, so tightly tucked into his waist, before guiding his hand back down her leg again, just sliding his fingers between their bodies to barely even graze her core.

Her lips broke away at the sensation, a loud moan escaping her as he nibbled her neck. Her head rolled backwards into the sand as a finger slowly crept along the soaked mouth of her opening, caressing the soaked, pink skin so painfully slowly that it seemed to take forever.

He found the entrance to her tight hole and dipped just the tip of his index finger into her, creeping it inside gradually, millimetre by millimetre until it was buried up to the first joint, just the end lightly swirling in her passage.

She whimpered his name, capturing him by his hair and pulling him up for a desperate kiss, bucking her hips upwards into him, trying to get him to fill her more.

Gradually he slid his touch deeper inside, the burning wet heat clinging to his invading hand as her muscles fluttered around his penetrating caress.

She was clinging onto him so hard she could barely even move, her whole body tensed around him as his long finger slid home, making her whine his name as he returned to licking her breast, the mixture of sensations almost bringing her to the edge.

Rubbing his finger inside her slowly he sent sharp snaps of pleasure through her body, watching them shoot up her spine and making her writhe and cry out pathetically as he drove another finger inside her, harder this time, flexing his hand between her legs as she screamed his name.

She clutched at his shoulders with the grip of a drowning woman, scratching her nails over his shoulder blades, mewling with the pleasure as he lightly swirled his fingers inside her passage, coating them in her fluid before slowly drawing them out to play with her clit.

He rubbed fiercely against the heat inside her body, electricity spearing between her legs as she neared the edge. Her face creased into a mask of agony as he rubbed his fingers hard against the apex of her thighs, pushing her over the very edge of sanity as he drew her to orgasm. He rubbed unmercifully against her clit as she bit her lip, her face shaping into a silent scream of pure sensation as ecstasy exploded inside her. Her muscles clenched and contracted hard, rippling against nothing as he continued to finger and pinch the tight bundle of nerves, shock waves still running hard through her core as he suddenly drove his erection deep into her sex.

She screamed then, the fluttering muscles in her channel gripping him hard and drawing him inside her, full and deep as he began to thrust, barely giving her time to recover before he started driving her towards the abyss once again.

Jean arched her back and rocked her hips hard against him, feeling his teeth sink into her blood red nipple as he bucked against her, moving deliciously inside.

His hardness filled her body completely, so much more satisfying than his fingers, every thrust rubbing tantalisingly against that spot buried deep in her passage as he thrust against her, grinding her hard into the sand. His face pulled into a mask of tight concentration as he gripped her harder against him, his arm encircling her arched back as he sharply yanked her upwards, moving them into a sitting position, pulling her firmly into his lap.

Rocking against him desperately Jean thrust her chest out, stretching her neck backwards as her hair flung out wildly behind her, letting his hands guide her hips as he moved her body on his own, feeling every push and drag translated into pure fire inside her sex, the friction unbearable.

Impaled so tight and hard on his swollen cock it was all pure sensation to her now anyway, the passion and fervour of their bodies caressing against each other, the echo of their voices resounding on the dark cave walls as she screamed from what bordered on almost ecstatic pain. Her whole body clenched tight in the centre of her being, muscles rippling hard around the invasion of his rock hard cock deep between her legs. She fed off his ecstasy as she came, the hot wetness of his seed erupting deep inside her as they desperately screamed, clinging onto him almost painfully hard, both finally finding what they needed so desperately clutched together tightly in the darkness.

Panting roughly she clung onto him, letting him bury his head in her shoulder as his heavy breathing gasped hot against her bare skin.

They stayed like that for what seemed like eternity before she slowly slid off his body, rolling gently to the ground as he collapsed onto his back beside her.

Jean looked at him blearily, his soft yet hard body sprawled exhausted in the sand with her and she suddenly realised something. . .

She really did love him.

Reaching out his arm, he scooped her closer, bringing her tired and sated figure against his side.

He lightly fingered her hair, bringing it to his nose as he breathed in her scent. A lazy, satisfied smile grew on her face as Logan's low, contented growl purred through her chest and back, the vibrations and the heat of his body making her sigh in relaxation.

He nuzzled into her neck and kissed her ear gently, his hand lightly resting on her waist as he pulled her closer.

"So we have to go hiking tomorrow for that bridge, huh?" he murmured.

Jean laughed sleepily.

"Not necessarily. . . "

A wicked glint lit her eyes as her hand rubbed small circles through the hair on his chest. "We might be stuck here for days. . . "

"Hmm. . . " He ran his hand down her side to rest it on her hip. "You think so huh?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. . . cause while you were busy running off to McDonalds, the other bridge accidentally lost a bolt and fell in the river."

Logan laughed, gently cupping her face in his hand before he lowered his mouth to kiss her deeply.

He really did love her. . .



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