On an All Time High
by
Merla
Disclaimer: If I owned them I would be (censored) Logan every day instead of Jean. Obviously, this is not the case.
Archive: Help yourself damnit, I would be pleased. Just ask first.
As much as Jean loved her work, she loved her day off. She could do whatever she damned well pleased, and this day was one of those. Right now most of the kids were having a swimming lesson down at the lake, and she was having a little peace and quiet. All that she had to do was a little filing and she could do whatever else she wanted. She had no other responsibilities, and her entire body felt light and carefree. She was just wearing comfortable clothes, walking with a stack of files towards the elevator. She pressed the button and waited for it to arrive, then walked in and was about to push the button for the infirmary when she heard footsteps and a voice. "Hold the elevator," someone called. She obligingly held the doors open and Logan came sprinting in. "Thanks," he said, glancing at her. A longer glance than would take place between just friends, she noticed. "What floor?" she asked.
"Third," he said.
She looked at him with more than passing interest herself. Why did he always have to go traipsing around in those clothes... typical Logan-ware. Wife beater and jeans. Damn. Vintage denim was definitely his friend. She swallowed and hoped he wouldn't notice she was looking at him. No such luck. He was following her eyes down and up his body.
"See something you like?" he asked.
She blushed and smoothed back her hair, coughing nervously. Then she went about changing the subject. "What are you doing inside today?"
"I'm not a teacher, remember? I don't need to be with the kids all the time. But I could ask you the same thing. Aren't you helping with the swimming lessons?"
"Well, sometimes yes, but I'm having a day off."
He raised an eyebrow. "You have days off? I thought you were a workaholic," he said. "And, I would think that if you had a day off you'd choose to blast this place to hell, go off somewhere fun.
She rolled her eyes. "I resent that remark. And of course I have days off. I just chose not to leave campus on this one. It's just a relaxation one."
"Having much "relaxation" yet?" he indicated the stack of papers.
"Some," she said. "I just had to take care of a few things. You know, paperwork and stuff."
"No, actually, I don't know, but I'll pretend that I do."
"Suits me fine," she said
He leaned back against the elevator wall, edging slightly closer to her. Damn, he smelled good. Like he always did- musky with a scent of bitter cigar smoke and beer. "So," he started. "Can I help you with some... relaxing?" He caught her eye and winked at her.
(Yes, actually a good hard fucking by you would be very relaxing...) she thought to herself. Then she shook herself mentally and shook her head. "Ah, thank you for the very selfless and generous offer," she said, the word "selfless" dripping with sarcasm. "But I think I'll make do on my own."
"Suit yourself," he said. "Some women prefer it that way..." he teased.
"You!" she said, whacking him against the head pretty hard with a file. He snickered. "Hey, I'm only joking," he said.
"I know," she sighed. She would rather have it his way, but... she'd never get her filing done that way. Or much R & R. It was better to not get started. They sat in silence for a few moments.
"Your shoe's untied," he told her, pointing to her foot. She glanced down and saw that he was right. She was wearing jeans and sneakers on her day off. Now she remember why she preferred skirts; she didn't have to tie shoes. She bent down and set the files on the floor, then she set about tying her shoe. Her limber fingers twirled the laces together, making the bow. She looked up from crouching position and saw Logan craning forward slightly, obviously taking the chance to look down her blouse. His eyes were trailing down her breasts which he could see cupped in her lacy bra. His dark eyes held an almost greedy look in them as he looked at her. He licked his lips when he saw her looking at him.
She straightened up and brushed off her jeans, unfazed by his juvenile activities. "Decided to steal a look at me while I'm down?" she murmured.
He quirked an eyebrow. "I'm only human, you know," he declared.
"Well, how would you like it if I looked down your clothes every chance I got?"
Dumb question. He smiled slightly, thinking for a moment. "I dunno, I think both of us would kinda enjoy that, don't you? Maybe you'd notice some new things about me." Hm, now that was an interesting proposition.
"Yeah, I'm already noticing something new. Your fly is down," she pointed out. She immediately regretted telling him, she probably would have enjoyed eyeing it the rest of the elevator trip. She couldn't see very well through the opening, but she wondered if those were his boxers she saw peeking out. Of course he would have eventually noticed it though, so better she tell him than someone else.
Another man might have been embarrassed, but Logan just shrugged and turned slightly away from her, reaching down with his left hand to fix it. (To hell with filing...) she thought. In one swift movement Jean moved behind him and pressed the entire front of her body against the back of his and pressed her own hand on top of his so he was grabbing his crotch. His breath shot quickly out of his nose and his other hand clenched slightly. (What the...) He turned his head to try and look at her, but couldn't bend that way. She moved his hand around in a tight little circle. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it off of his, it was a little painful. Pleasurable yes, but he didn't want to feel his own hand there, he wanted to feel hers. "Now what the Hell was that for?" he questioned her. Damn, she was being fiery today.
She didn't answer, just pushed him up against the elevator wall and grabbed him with her own hand instead. His eyes widened. "I think the more appropriate question would be what is this for," she breathed. She dug her fingers slightly into his package. "Don't you?"
Logan made a noise that was sort of like "Mrgggg", his eyes bulging slightly. Was she actually feeling him up in an elevator!? He desperately slapped his hands down on the elevator walls behind him, his breath coming quickly. She moved the ball of her hand up and down slowly against him, rubbing him in all the right ways. Her hand was hard and soft with her touch at the same time against the fabric of his pants, coaxing him into becoming hard against it. "Christ, Jean..." he gasped. "Are you trying to give me a hard-on or heart attack?"
She shrugged. "I was thinking more of the first, but if you think you might have the second, let me know and we'll continue this in the infirmary..." Then she leaned forward and attacked his lips with hers. They met each other eager and openly. He moved his hand to the side of her face, pulling her even closer. Their tongues danced around each other. "You know you don't even have to try to get me hard," he muttered, nibbling hungrily on her lower lip. "You do it just by being you." Her hand tightened over his area, fingers slipping lower between his legs while rubbing her palm against his forming erection. The hair on the back of his neck started to stand up in response to her movements. His kissed her more fiercely, making hungry noises as if he were devouring her lips. The familiar growl was forming in the back of his throat as he played his lips against hers.
Just then the elevator dinged and the doors started to slide open. Pulse racing, Logan reached out and jammed his thumb repeatedly against the close door button until they closed again. She smiled against his lips and pressed the button to the basement. That should be a nice long trip down. She pulled at his tongue with her teeth, taking it as her own and toying with it. She grazed her teeth against it, biting gently, then exploring the warm cavern of his mouth with her own tongue.
He ground his hips against hers, trapping her hand between them so she couldn't pull away. He slipped his hand down her blouse, pressing it against one of her breasts. Her breathing quickened and she used her free hand to guide his inside her bra and he spread his fingers out against her flesh, rough hand cupping her. He pinched her hard rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from her. Her hand that was between them slowly undid his pants button and started to slide the zipper down. She reached her hand inside, stroking him lightly with her fingers in a teasing manner, then reaching inside his shorts and swirling her thumb over the tip of it. Logan made a growl against her mouth and without warning he reached out and pressed the stop button. The elevator lurched to a halt and they were suspended between floors. She moaned in appreciation of this move and her hand tightened around his hardness. Lips never leaving each others, she started to pull his shirt off. He took this as his cue and raised his arms up so she could remove it. Then he slipped his fingers around the buttons on her blouse and undid them one by one. His control faded as he did it blindly, angry at why there were so many. He growled into her mouth again and ripped her shirt the rest of the way open. The buttons scattered and fell to the elevator floor. She didn't seem to mind, pulling the shirt off of her arms and kissing him more fervently, if that was possible. They both broke apart for a moment, gasping for air, to pull off their pants and shoes. He reached out and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground and revealing her breasts. He grabbed them roughly with his hands, squeezing them slightly. Then he hooked his thumb in her panties and slid them down her legs, and she stepped out of them. Her hands moved to free his hardness from his shorts and she pulled them down his hips.
Now naked they pressed their bodies tightly together until there was not an inch of air between them. He pushed her roughly against the elevator wall, rubbing his erection against the taught skin of her stomach up and down. She moaned, grasping it with her hand and rubbing her fingers over it. Her thumb grazed over the tip of it, spreading the warm liquid leaking from it down its length. His hands slid down her sides and over her hips, spreading her legs slightly with his broad hands. He thrust a thigh in between hers, and she rode it as he moved up and down, leaving moisture glistening on the dark hairs of his legs. She gasped every time he moved it up, eyes clenched shut and hair pressed against the cool elevator wall. She moved forward and took his earlobe between her teeth. Her hands moved up to snake into his dark hair. Those two unruly tufts stuck out from between her fingers as she pulled his hair into two fistfuls. "Now," she urged, biting down gently. He snarled at her.
Putting his hands on her hips he lifted her up, then pulled her down onto his hardness. She gasped as he entered her, tangling her fingers in his hair. Breathing hard she settled her hips onto his. He started to thrust slowly into her, and she moaned. Every time he did she got an incredible jolt of sensation. The friction of the position was so incredible; the tender bud of nerves above their joining was jostled every time. He was groaning now, chest heaving, thrusting into her faster and wilder.
She reached her hands down and grabbed him by the ass, trying to get the two of them closer. He pumped into her harder, growling and baring his teeth. The veins around his temples started to bulge. She wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed, encouraging him. His pumping got harder and faster. Her moans started to get shriller and louder. Her hands moved up to his back, scratching against his skin. Both their hair was starting to get damp with sweat. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down harder onto him. She gasped loudly.
She started to breathe so quickly, and her nails were clenched deep into his skin he knew she was on the verge. The elevator started to shake violently, and he knew it wasn't just from their movements in it. With a few more thrusts she was pushed over the edge and she was clenching onto him with every muscle she could, screaming out his name. He followed her, moaning loudly and with a final gasp he came into her, muscles and veins bulging all over his body. Every limb twitched as they both convulsed, holding onto each other. His head was thrown back, eyes wrenched shut as he climaxed. She held onto him with all the strength she could muster as he growled long and wildly into the air.
Finally they sensations started to subside and his knees buckled. He collapsed on the floor, pulling her with him. They both lay crumpled in a heap, gasping wildly and trying to regain their breath. Their bodies were slick with sweat and their limbs slipped against each other as they tried to untangle themselves.
A few minutes later they were exiting the elevator together, fully clothed, Jean adjusting her hair. Logan looked content but dazed, and Jean's face held a look of supreme satisfaction.
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