The Gods Hate Kansas
by
Lady-T
Disclaimer: I WANT a Logan of my own, but I don't actually have one yet. I'll have to settle for kidnapping Hugh. Till then the whole shebang belongs to Marvel and/or Fox, and Hugh still belongs to Deb. (Damn lucky woman...)
Author's notes: Never been to Kansas, know nothing about it and know even less about its weather systems. I'm just havin' a little smut fun with a challenge response based on a Gordon's Gin advert. Only Logan and Jean aren't doing this in an igloo. *shivers*
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Bleak Forecast
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"You sensing any break in the storm yet?"
Jean leaned over the control console and pressed her nose to the glass, watching the torrential rain that closed in against the window while Logan shook his head.
"Nope. Could be hours till the weather breaks enough to take off. We're up to our tail fins in lightning. The jet's not going anywhere. I'd say we're stuck here."
Jean sighed.
"I had plans for tonight, y'know? I was going to go see a movie with 'Ro, maybe wallow in the tub for a few hours with a book. Relax primarily, because do you have any idea how long this assignment has seemed?" She sighed. "I fucking hate Kansas..."
Logan raised an eyebrow as he yanked the sodden black boots off his feet, dropping them on the floor before hunting for a cigar in his pack.
"Seems like exactly what it has been, Jeannie." He checked his watch. "Four hours to fly here, an evening in a truly hideous restaurant, 20 minutes to talk to that kid's mom, an hour and a half driving in freak storm conditions to get back here again and then another undetermined number of hours sitting around because the weather's too bad to take off. And darlin', everybody hates Kansas."
She turned away from the window and frowned at him.
"You're a smartass."
He grinned around the end of his cigar. "Yeah, but I'm a smartass who remembered where we parked the plane. Be grateful I didn't leave you to drown outside."
She rolled her eyes and went back to watching the storm. "We should have stayed in town..."
Logan shrugged. "Too late now. We're here, we're staying here. At least till the weather eases anyway. I've been wet enough today, thank you."
He puffed thoughtfully on his cigar. "That and I don't think the small-town-nowhere we just escaped from is the proud owner of any hotels. At least the plane comes stocked with pretty much everything we need."
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Famous Last Words
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"So you're saying there's no entertainment on this plane at all...?" Logan looked up from where he'd been poking around in one of the lockers. "We got enough emergency rations to feed a small army for a year and a half, medical supplies to rival a decent-sized hospital, more blankets than anyone could ever possibly need, and Chuck forgets to throw in a box of playing cards?"
Jean looked up from where she was perusing her fingernails, sprawled dejectedly over a row of seats.
"Pretty much, yeah."
Logan shook his head. "Christ..."
Jean stared idly at one of the fogged up windows. The storm outside was still clearly audible but the wet clothes and confined conditions had made the inside of the jet humid. Like Logan, she'd changed out of her waterlogged uniform into a dry outfit already, but everything still felt uncomfortably damp.
Logan eyed the control console thoughtfully. "You think any of those things play video games? I think Bobby left one of his disks in here..."
Jean snorted.
"You could play with the radar and pretend it was Pong if you're really desperate, but I don't think it'll quite match the thrill of the real thing."
Logan sighed and tossed the game disk back in the locker. "OK, it's official. I'm bored."
Jean sighed and uncurled herself from the seat, kneeling down to start poking through another of the many cubby holes on board the plane.
"Short of playing 'doctor' with the medical supplies I think you're going to say that way," she replied.
"Well that wouldn't be so bad..."
Logan flashed her a carnivorous grin and she rolled her eyes.
"I figured you'd say that... However, I can think of-"
Her sentence broke off.
"Hold on..."
Jean's hand tightened around a small wooden box, buried under a pile of emergency rations. Pulling it free with a swift tug she sent foil-wrapped dehydrated food packets spilling all over the floor, grinning madly in satisfaction as she brandished her prize.
"Ah HA!"
Logan blinked at her. "A Chess set?" He snorted. "Christ, of all the bizarre intellectual decisions Chuck has ever made, he fits out a plane with a chess set as the only source of entertainment...?"
Jean shrugged.
"Better than nothing. You want to play?"
She pulled out the board next and spread it open across the small crew table in the rear of the jet.
Logan huffed and flumped down in the chair, fishing the little black and white pieces out of the box with a decidedly dejected look on his face.
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Several Ignominious Losses Later...
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Logan sighed deeply.
"Now I remember why I fuckin' hate chess..."
Jean laughed and started laying the pieces out on the board again.
"You're not even trying."
Logan slumped forward, letting his forehead rest on the table top. "I hate chess... almost as much as you hate Kansas."
She snorted and he lifted his head to give her a dark glare.
"Well it's not like I have a lot of incentive or anything," he complained.
Jean glanced at him. "You want to place a wager...? I'll wipe the floor with you."
Logan's brow creased as he thought about that for a second. "Maybe not a wager, but I do have one idea..."
He stared at Jean thoughtfully and she raised an impeccably shaped eyebrow as she finished lining up the little white pawns.
"How do you fancy making this more interesting, Jeannie?" he asked.
She thought about it for a second, running her tongue along her bottom lip as she considered her answer. "Interesting, how?"
He smiled. "Strip chess."
She looked at him blankly then burst out laughing. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
He shrugged. "C'mon Jeannie, you beat me every game so far. Surely you're feeling lucky enough to up the ante a little?"
She shook her head. "Logan, I..."
"One game," he said. "One game. Come on... Just you and me."
She frowned. "How do we play?"
He rubbed his hands thoughtfully. "Just like regular chess," he said. "Only every chess piece of mine that you take, I remove an item of clothing. Every piece of yours that I take, you remove something. Lose a playing piece, lose some clothes. Sound fair?"
Jean sighed slowly. "I don't know, Logan..."
He huffed. "Come on Jean. I've seen you in your underwear before and I KNOW you've seen me naked. It's not like you're still dating Scott or anything. Live a little."
He fixed her with the puppy dog stare, the one he knew made women melt, and right on cue he saw her resolve crack.
"OK, OK... just once though. I can't believe I'm agreeing to play this with you..."
She gestured at the board with mild exasperation.
"Your move. May as well let you go first..."
He looked carefully at the board before finally picking up one of the pieces and moving it forwards.
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First Blood
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The game so far had been careful, neither wanting to tip their hand too early. But Jean couldn't help smirking as she knocked one of Logan's pawns off the board, dropping the little black playing piece into the box.
"First blood," she said. "What you gonna lose, Logan?"
He shrugged slightly before lifting one foot from the floor. He wasn't wearing any boots so instead he yanked off his left sock, holding it in the air for a moment before dropping it with an amused quirk of his lips.
"A sock?" she sighed.
He shrugged again. "For someone who didn't want to play, you seem awful keen to get me out of my clothes all of a sudden."
Jean blushed slightly.
"Just anticipating victory," she replied, hiding her smile.
He laughed. "Don't count on it, darlin'. I got a few tricks up my sleeve yet... while I still have sleeves, that is."
He moved one of his pieces across the board, removing one of Jean's white pawns in the process.
"All's fair in love and strip-chess, Jean. Your turn."
She sighed before pushing off a sneaker, her bare toes pressing down gingerly on the gritty cabin floor.
"You seem to be playing a lot better this time around too, y'know," she noted.
He smiled, rubbing his warm, bare foot along the outside of hers. "Guess I just needed some incentive."
Her jaw dropped slightly, both at the blatant sexual overtone and the strangely pleasant feeling of his skin rubbing against her own.
She pouted with the realisation, a determined look colouring her face as her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
"We'll see."
He was going to play it that way, was he? Well she had full intention of giving as good as she got.
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The Art Of Being A Sporting Loser
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His right sock and her other shoe were next to go and he eyed her blouse with distinct interest as he knocked another piece from the board.
"You again, darlin'. Have to lose something other than a shoe this time around, unless you've developed a third foot I never knew about."
She gave him a coy little smile, idly playing with the buttons on her blouse. Not undoing them, only touching them, just enough to make him lean forward a fraction with anticipation before she reached up and pulled the clip from her hair.
He eyed her in disbelief.
"A hair clip...?"
She dropped it down onto the table, running her fingers through the loose, damp strands that dropped around her shoulders.
"It counts. I was wearing it, so it counts."
His pursed his lips in annoyance as she gave him a wicked little smirk, the spark of victory glittering in her expression as she ran her hands slowly down the front of her shirt, smoothing out the creases.
Logan swallowed, following the trail of her fingers at they caressed over the curve of a breast. A challenge had evidently been made and he would gladly rise to it.
She was tormenting him, and she was damn well enjoying it.
Jean's next move failed to eradicate any of his pieces, but his turn wiped a bishop from her side. He sat back, arms folded behind his head, watching her expression change from smug to annoyed, thinking just how sexy she looked when she was scowling.
She grudgingly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders, tossing it onto one of the seats and crossing her arms over her breasts to hide the nakedness she suddenly felt so acutely.
She couldn't deny it. He was arrogant, annoying, all the things she hated, but God she wanted him...
Sitting there looking so smug, like a cat with a bellyful of stolen cream. She would get him... oh definitely she would.
Her toes curled as his bare foot brushed just against the inside of her ankle for a second, sending a sharp tingle down her spine. He'd turned a game of chess into a battle of wills; a weird sort of foreplay that some dark little part of her was distinctly enjoying.
Somehow she turned her attention away from the foot rubbing softly against hers and back to the chess board, considering her move carefully. Being in constant, even if minute, contact with him was making it extremely difficult to think.
Her knight finally hopped across the black and white squares, landing forward and to the right of his king, removing another of his pieces in the process.
"Check," she said, dropping the little black pawn into the box.
He nodded once in thought before stripping off his T-shirt, pulling it up over his head in a long, sinuous flex of muscle and skin.
He heard the involuntary hitch in her breathing as he tossed the shirt aside, rolling his shoulders as he watched colour flush her cheeks.
This was going to be interesting...
Jean swallowed nervously. Dear God... she'd seen him naked before, certainly, but not exactly like this. Only ever in the detached view of a doctor. Always while he was unconscious or at rest, never in the way he was now, all heat and muscle, shimmering slightly with a fine sheen of sweat because the jet's cabin was so humid.
Her hands almost itched with the desire to press her palms against his chest, dig her fingers in and feel exactly how good it would be to touch him in something other than clinical detachment.
His eyes met hers for a second and she could tell he knew exactly what she was thinking. Then his eyes were gone and he was back to the game again.
His queen dispatched her knight and he wordlessly dropped it into the box, fixing her once again with a stare that seemed to be growing darker with every passing second. She could feel the heat of it burning her and she slowly stood up, shakily unfastening the buttons down the front of her pants.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her uneven breathing before letting the garment fall to the floor, lifting her feet free of the crumpled fabric and leaving her in only her underwear.
Jean slowly pried her eyes open to find him staring at her with something bordering on pitch black obsession. The slowly burning desire in her body had left a trace of wetness on the crotch of her panties that he was distinctly staring at and she blushed furiously, sitting down as quickly as possible to hide it under the level of the table.
That he could do that with just a look... and look and the lightest brush of skin against her ankle. It shocked her as much as excited her and she shivered despite the heat.
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It's Not A War if Everyone Wants The Same Thing
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Logan pressed his hand over the front of his jeans, shifting the denim slightly over hardening flesh as he took in the sight of her, all sex and propriety contradicting each other. The sensible white lingerie that showed the telltale signs of deep arousal. The unfussy bra that showed the shadow of her nipples underneath. Sense wrapping over sex that was somehow more arousing than if she'd been sitting there in the flimsiest underwear Victoria's Secret ever produced.
Natural sexuality, not something enhanced by thought and practice.
He breathed in deep, hardly paying attention as she made her next move, failing once again to remove any of his pieces.
They circled each other for a little while in the game, his body growing harder every time she moved, the light swish of skin on skin audible only to Logan and driving him slowly crazy. Her body was responding in kind though, watching the play of muscles across his chest, eyes caressing a droplet of moisture that she longed to lick off as it crept slowly down his collarbone. Eyes and senses devoured the opposition as the chessmen danced before them.
The storm could have been long gone for all they knew, too wrapped up in the promise of something intense to care if the plane could take off.
Then finally Logan struck, removing her second white bishop from the board and dropping it into the box with the other discarded pieces.
He could sense the nervousness on her side and he smiled slowly, hearing her heart rate crank up another notch.
Another piece of clothing... The question was, did she remove her panties or her bra? Lose her panties along with the last of her comfortable modesty and try to stay hidden behind the table, or keep them and instead bare her breasts for him to stare at?
She thought about it for a second before wriggling in her seat, squirming out of her underwear before clamping her legs together tightly, trying to squash the nervousness she knew he could smell.
She could do nothing about the desire though, and she saw his pupils dilate as he caught scent of it, dropping her panties on top of her other lost clothing as his eyes followed their descent to the floor.
Jean looked at the board in a mixture of confusion and dread. She couldn't see how she had been played into such a corner when, all the while before this, Logan had been playing so badly...
Only her bra left and no chance for making Logan lose any more clothing, at least on this turn. She chewed the inside of her cheek, her hand hesitating over the game before finally deciding on a move.
She glanced up to see Logan's pleased expression and cursed internally. She'd made an obvious mistake and left herself open, moving forward when for once it was better to retreat...
She could almost feel her heart hammering against the inside of her ribs. Half fear and half adrenaline, all of it fuelling the arousal that had helped leave her discarded underwear damp, the anticipation of his move almost now worse than the imminent loss of the last of her underwear.
She didn't want to be naked in front of him, she didn't... she didn't... but that dark little part of her whispered that yes she did. She wanted to be sexual and aroused, wanted to be stared at and devoured like she was the main course at dinner...
Slowly Logan moved his hand across the board, picking up one of his pieces and removing yet another of hers, dropping it gently into the box as he turned to watch her with intent, fire darkening his eyes as she paled under his intense scrutiny.
She took a slow, steadying breath, nervous hands tentatively reaching around behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. She let the straps slip free of her shoulders before the garment dropped away completely, exposing her flushed breasts to him as she dropped the last of her clothing to the floor, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.
Logan breathed deeply, taking in the smell of her as well as the sight, a glorious, hot, naked creature, firm breasts crying out for his hands to squeeze them.
God, he wanted to touch her.
Touch her, taste her, fuck her...
Now there was an image. He shifted in his seat and winced at the pinching pressure his jeans were causing, all in reaction to her. Image and fantasy, he wanted her underneath his weight as he drove her out of her mind...
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Double Check
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Somehow he tore his attention back to the game. She hesitantly made her move, mind spinning and heart thundering as he swallowed her whole with just a look.
Somehow he made her play like a fool, leaving him easy victories, her eyes widening as he eliminated yet another of her pieces from the board.
He looked at her with unrestrained lust, the quiet clatter of the wooden pawn being dropped in the box the only sound to break the sudden silence.
"I don't have any clothes left..." she whispered.
Logan shifted against the strangling tightness of his jeans before answering.
"Then I get a favour instead."
Her lips parted in a slight pant as an electric shiver ran through her body. God, she couldn't believe she was doing this... That she wanted this...
His voice rubbed like velvet and sandpaper up her spine as he spoke.
"Stroke your nipples for me. Until they're hard like they would be if I was touching you."
She shivered again, visibly this time, as a hot rush of hedonistic want flashed through her, and she found herself responding to his request, rubbing the pads of her fingers over the tips of her nipples in slow, lazy circles before rolling them between finger and thumb.
Her head arched backwards as she sighed, toes curling under the table as she felt the moisture between her legs begin to rub onto the chair as her hips slowly pushed down against the hard plastic.
She tugged lightly on the swollen little buds, biting her lip as she heard him murmur quietly in appreciation. She flicked the sides of her thumbs across the hardened, reddening rubs a final few times before she grudgingly dropped her hands, sparing him only a passing glance before turning her shattered attention back to the game board.
She stared at it unseeing for a second as she tried to hold on to her composure, his eyes boring into her every damn moment after that. It felt wanton and wrong, the kind of thing a good girl like her would never do, but it also felt good... her breasts still tingled with sensation, seeming heavy and sensitive without the support of a bra, the lightest brush against them sparking nerves all the way through her.
Some little part of her really wanted to do it again, but if requests were the way this was going then she really needed to get him out of the last of his clothes...
She pulled together the remaining frayed shreds of her concentration, somehow seeing the move she wanted to make though the hazy fog in her mind. Jean smiled in satisfaction as she finally eliminated another of Logan's men, holding it out to show him, sandwiched between her finger and thumb.
"Pants off, Logan," she said, watching in greedy delight the sensual curve of his body as he climbed to his feet.
"Bout time too, darlin'," he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.
He cupped a hand over the painfully swollen erection wedged tightly inside his jeans before popping open the fly, breathing a sigh of relief as the hot denim slid over narrow hips to fall limply at his feet.
His hardened cock seemed to burn with the heat of blood, bobbing gently as he kicked the jeans away and sat back down.
Jean blinked.
Damn... it had never looked like that the last time she saw him naked...
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Are You Sure That's In The Rule Book?
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He caught her look of surprise before she hid it, feigning nonchalance once again even if it did nothing to disguise her scent or the pink flush that seemed to have taken up permanent residence on her cheeks.
He smiled to himself and made his next move, looking at her expectantly when he was done.
Jean considered the board. His pieces outnumbered hers. She should really move them to defend her king, but...
Her body was aching, drinking in the sight of the glorious creature sitting in front of her. Her king could go screw himself, she wanted to play something different.
Jean moved her piece, knocking another of Logan's pawns from the game as a slow, expectant look spread over his face.
She licked her lips.
"Now it's my turn to get a favour."
He nodded lazily, running a hand slowly across his stomach. "So it is. What do you wanna' do with me, darlin'?"
Jean pursed her lips in thought. "I want..."
She looked at him, feeling the heat rise, his arm flexing as he idly started stroking himself.
"I want you on your knees in front of me."
She bit her lip as soon as the words were out, unable to believe she'd just said that to him, but he growled audibly in response before easing himself to the ground. His palms were burning hot as they came to rest on her thighs, pushing her legs apart as he knelt on the floor between them.
His touch scorched against her as she watched him drinking her in, enjoying her response as he waited there on his knees.
"This what you want, darlin'?"
Sandpaper... silk... It made her ache as he flexed his hands, sliding them around and over her hips before lowering his head between her legs.
"Or is this what you want?"
His mouth descended and he gave her a long, deep lick, pushing his tongue along the whole length of her sex, his palms holding her down as she jerked her pelvis upward. She arched her back, seeking more, moaning his name desperately as she felt his hot breath rushing over her skin.
"Oh God... That. Like that..."
He flickered his tongue lightly against her once more before he smirked.
"Then that's what you should have asked for."
He raised his head, pressing a kiss against her stomach before pushing himself onto his feet.
She moaned breathlessly, opening dazed, passion-drugged eyes in time to see him slinking back into his chair, his hand once again falling to his hard cock, licking his lips to savour her taste while he slowly stroked himself.
Her insides felt like they were on fire, a melting pot of need and want, lust and hate and love and sex... She whined slowly as he raised his free hand to the chessboard, making his next move while somehow never breaking eye contact with her.
"Checkmate."
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Endgame
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She was breathing hard now, her body humming in expectation of some kind of unknown promise, twisting inside with need and just enough fear to make it burn.
"What happens to the loser?"
The words were barely a breath from her lips, a dangerous smile breaking over his face in reply.
"The loser gets fucked, Jeannie. Any way the winner wants."
He leaned across the table slowly, smirking as she stopped breathing, eyes closing as she visibly stilled.
Her voice sounded small and breathy when she finally managed to reply.
"Sounds like there are no losers..."
One side of his mouth curled up, flashing a sharp canine.
"You'd be about right there."
He gave the crew table a hard shove, toppling it and sending the pieces everywhere, chessmen rolling to the far corners of the cabin. The crash made her jump, her eyes snapping open in time to see him close the small distance between them, his hands around her waist dragging her to her feet before his lips crushed over her own.
His insistent tongue muffled her response, strong arms pressing Jean's smaller body tight against his chest. One hand came up to cradle the back of her head, holding her still as he devoured her, trapping her, tasting and sucking her tongue in a ceaseless, deep, wet kiss.
He felt her growing limp in his arms before he pulled back, her scarlet lips desperately panting for air, eyelids drooping as she tried to focus.
"Still wanna' play, Jeannie?"
She made some indistinct moan that he must have taken for a yes because then he was kissing her again, stealing all the air from her lungs as he walked them backwards towards the control console, squeezing her ass with one hand while keeping her head firmly held to his lips with the other.
The edge of the desk dug into her thighs as he pushed her against it, bending her over until her back pressed against the cold metal surface. The heat of his body trapped her there, his hips wedged between her spread legs, the length of his body flush against her own.
He raised his head slightly, barely giving her breathing room as she panted, squirming and whimpering against the chilled surface under her back, sandwiched between the cold and his hot, damp skin as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
"Any way I want, Jeannie... Here. Now."
She whined, what little movement she could make pressing her hips tightly against his pelvis, muscle and bone pushing back with equal force as she bit her lip, feeling hollow inside as the pressure crushed her. Good, so good, but not enough... she needed him, wanted him, would scream his name if she could make her lungs work properly, her fingers pressing hard into his thick, strong shoulders.
Her neck arched as he thrust against her roughly before pulling back a little, the hollow, empty ache consuming her belly as she finally formed his name, sinking her fingers into his soft black hair and holding on for dear life as the head of his cock finally began to push inside.
He snarled at the heat and the wetness that he found, latching his mouth onto the crook of her neck as he ground himself forward, a fraction at a time, feeling the stretch of her body opening to accommodate him. He felt the thundering beat of her heart pulsing under his tongue and around his cock both at the same time, a sudden, sharp jerk of his hips seating him fully inside her as she cried out. Her legs snapped around his waist as he pressed as heavily forward as he could, grinding himself into her body as deep as it was possible to go.
She felt like she was being torn apart, stretched tight inside with thick, hard pleasure, everything about him impossibly hot. Against her, over her, inside her... She could barely breathe with the weight of him, his sheer presence and intensity as he slowly began to slide out, her muscles tightening around him as if trying to keep hold of the flesh penetrating her, like she didn't want him to move... wanted him to stay exactly where he fucking well was, deep and hard and satisfying.
Then his hips snapped forward again and she whined in mindless sensation, every stretched nerve firing at once as he set up a slow, torturous rhythm.
Not enough, not enough...
Never enough for her. She needed more, needed his heat and his depth, the fire and passion, needed to feel the push of him tearing her apart. Raw animal instinct, the soft flesh of his belly sliding against her abdomen, his weight crushing her against the console as her fingers dug into his scalp.
Needed faster, needed more...
She pushed his head down, wild tufts of dark hair sticking out between her fingers as his wet, hungry mouth latched onto an exposed nipple, her body tensing under him at a sensation a thousand times better than her own fingers produced.
Sounds of want choked in her throat, the noises getting stuck as he filled her, slow beat after beat, insistent mouth sucking greedily on the hard nipple as her thighs tightened impossibly around his waist.
Suction... it pulled at her skin, the flat of his tongue like sandpaper against the tip of the soaked bud, her toes curling as twitching, raw sensation began to flow through her sex. It swelled and grew, not quite orgasm but right on the brink...
The place that made her want to beg for him, aching desperately with fire that drove her to pray to any God that would listen, screaming and fighting and yearning for release as her back slipped against the console while he pounded roughly between her legs.
She said something. It could have been a prayer or a curse, she didn't know what but he growled in response, hips pistoning faster inside her soaked depths as her eyes rolled back in her head. She clutched at the first few strands of release as the heat began to swell, a yawning, aching pit inside, pulling everything inexorably towards it as the rhythmic slide of his cock rode in and out of her core.
She tensed around him, grasping desperately at completion, squirming just enough to angle her hips so he dragged heavily past the front of her channel as he worked her, intensifying the feelings he crushed into her demanding body.
She grit her teeth as everything seemed to stop then, blazing sensation exploding outwards as she screamed, finding voice at last as her head snapped back, every muscle in her body seeming to spasm uncontrollably as her orgasm broke.
She contracted tightly around his invading cock, sucking him in as he followed her into bliss, still thrusting as his fluid coated her inside. He gasped desperately for air as his face creased into a mask of exquisite release, collapsing on top of her as their hips continued to move, aftershocks still sparking inside her core as he lay a heavy hand around each thigh.
He slowly arched his spine, lifting him back enough to look at her while still keeping himself buried far, deep inside her body. She moaned at that, panting breathlessly, levering open her eyes to watch his glistening, damp body loom over her, still hard within her sex as he gave his hips an experimental roll.
Jean closed her eyes and whimpered, stretching out luxuriously against the desk at the satisfied, dull ache that spread through her body, his rigid cock making her feel full and wanton still as she ran her fingers through her untidy hair before gently cupping her breasts.
He grumbled low in his chest, watching the rise and fall of her flushed skin as she sighed, wanting to lick away the moue of disappointment from her lips as he slowly pulled out of her.
She whined petulantly as he took her hand, pulling her to her feet to press his lips against hers again, fitting her body snugly to his chest as her unsteady legs threatened to give way.
Jean clung to his shoulders, feeling his still erect flesh push against her, breathing a slow sigh as he finally released her lips from their lazy, passionate kiss.
"Why have we stopped...?"
Her voice was drowsy and passion-drugged and he laughed.
"You want more, we'll just have to have a re-match, darlin'."
She huffed and stumbled away from him, making her way unsteadily back towards the scattered chess pieces strewn all over the deck. He followed close behind her, admiring the view as she bent over to retrieve one of the little white men from the floor. Logan wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as she straightened up again, pulling her spine against his chest.
She held up the piece for him to see over her shoulder, nuzzling into the tickling scrape of his sideburns against her throat.
"You see this king?" she asked.
He nodded and grunted quietly, his mouth latching onto the crook of her neck to suck at her skin. She shivered and tossed the piece into a corner somewhere.
"I resign."
He really did growl then, the hands on her waist sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs flicking across the reddened nipples as he pressed his cheek against her ear.
"Jeannie..."
Little more than a whisper but she could feel his hot breath against her face, her hands reaching backwards to touch him wherever she could reach, feeling his taut skin under her fingers.
He groaned softly, almost wistfully then, thumbing her tender nipples and burying his face in her shoulder as she caught a stray flash of thought, a glimpse of emotion that escaped his shields.
It staggered her, not just the desire but the desperation. The deep-seated need that he carried, and above all that the raw slice of fear, that after this was over he would never get the chance again.
It gave her pause, going over the feelings that radiated out of him one more time.
He was afraid.
The cockiness and the bravado, the blatant sexual overtures were just a part of his visible front, she understood that already, but beneath the layers... Underneath he was terrified. Hiding in his confident shell but he knew that she could hurt him. He knew that she could reject him.
She was astounded, knowing that she could push him away even now and he would never try to stop her, because it had to be her decision. He was leaving her an unspoken escape.
She twisted in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly.
He hesitated for a split second before returning the gesture, holding her with a gentleness she barely knew he possessed.
She could feel it now, his fear and longing, clearer above the swirling emotions that filled her senses as he kissed and nibbled her neck, his palms smoothing out across the small of her back. Now that she knew what to look for it was right there in front of her.
So if he was so worried about what would happen afterwards, maybe she could give him the answer.
She kissed his cheek tenderly, nuzzling against his soft, warm skin before whispering in his ear.
"You know, if we only get to make love after we play a game together, we're going to have to find something a lot faster to play than chess..."
For a second she thought his breathing had stopped, and then she felt it. A sweeping wave of pleasure and affection, tinged with delight that flowed through him. It changed his whole bearing and he visibly eased, softening the desperate grip on her hips and slowly lifting his head, letting her drown in his sleepy, heated eyes before he kissed her again.
Different to all the others, it was hot and luxurious, just ever so slightly needy and she smiled as she returned the affection, revelling in the soft velvet sweep of his tongue through her mouth.
She pulled back, a little breathless but happy, feeling the light nip of his teeth against her bottom lip and the caress of his breath down her neck.
He licked her shoulder slowly and she moaned, the rough scrape of his tongue dragging over her skin before he finally spoke to her again.
"You resigned..."
She nodded and a cunning glimmer began to flash in his eyes.
"You know that means I get to do whatever I want all over again, right?"
She pressed her body flush against him, the hardness of his still erect flesh pushing against her as she nodded.
"I was counting on it."
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