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***Chapter One***
"How dare she think that she can simply stroll in here, impersonating Jean and I wouldn't even know the difference!" Logan's mind was a whirl-wind of activity, at this moment circling around Mystique's arrogance earlier this evening when everyone had retreated to their tents for the night. She had entered his tent posing as Jean trying to seduce him, thinking that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
But he could tell, albeit only after his fingers had found the scars on her side from his adamantium claws; a memento from their Ellis Island fight. Logan had thrown Mystique away from him at that point. He didn't want an imitation, a Xerox, he wanted Jean.
Logan tried to relax both his mind and body, consciously loosening each and every impressive muscle group one at a time. Then he concentrated on focusing his mind and forcing it to relax, trying not to think of Jean laying in the tent next door-probably naked.
Two hours later, no closer to sleep Logan cursed in frustration. He decided to get up and stretch his legs, walk off some of the sexual tension that was keeping him from sleeping.
"There's a lake nearby," Logan thought upon scenting the water in the air after exiting his tent. "That'll do the trick, I'll just swim until I'm too exhausted to think or even dream. Why do women have to be so stubborn? I know, and Jean knows, that she wants me."
Ten minutes later Logan was standing at the edge of a small pond, not even large enough to be classified a lake. He was hidden behind some bushes, captivated by the sight before him.
"Apparently, I'm not the only one having trouble sleeping tonight. Good." He felt some satisfaction in knowing that his hormones weren't the only ones acting up this evening.
Swimming gracefully through the water, her sensuous body shining in the moonlight, there was the one and only Dr. Jean Grey. Logan could tell that it was actually her, and not Mystique in disguise again, since there were no claw marks on this beautiful woman swimming across the pond.
She didn't look like she was swimming to relax, this was hard swimming designed solely to wear the person out and ensure some sleep, the very thing that Logan had planned on doing.
Logan could smell the arousal on her, even from this distance, and his male ego as well as his impressive cock swelled upon this confirmation that she found him to be desirable--no matter how much she tried to deny it. The moonlight shone down on her body as she swam, outlining her impressive curves. When Jean turned over onto her back to swim, her breasts pointed toward the heavens capped by hard nipples that called to Logan's mouth.
"Why do these damn suits have to be so snug-fitting?" Logan thought wryly as he reached down to adjust his hardening cock within the confines of the X-suit, while still watching Jean through the bushes.
"Might as well join her. Standing here is getting nothing accomplished. And the only thing she can do when she sees me is run away...like she always does."
Logan made his way down to the shore, careful not to make too much noise and startle Jean. He didn't want her to know that he was here, just yet.
As he neared her X-suit an idea came to him. "You can't run if you don't have anything to wear." Logan took the suit that Jean had folded and laid upon a rock at the water's edge. Walking to a group of bushes farther up he placed the suit under them, making sure first to spread a layer of dried leaves on the ground so it wouldn't get dirty.
"Now let's see what happens. Taking away her only quick exit should shake things up. Besides, I want to spend some time with her away from everyone else...without her running from me." Jean had a habit of running from the feelings that Logan stirred in her, and from Logan. Without her suit, she wouldn't be able to do that.
"Damn the man! Why did he have to kiss me? He knows that I love Scott. Why did I have to enjoy the kiss? What's wrong with me? I'm not some back-alley whore that fucks every man in sight! Even if the man in sight is Wolverine!" Jean had tossed and turned, unable to sleep due to the sexual craving and need that had filled her body since Logan kissed her.
Even masturbating herself to an great orgasm hadn't sated the need, probably due to the fact that she was thinking of Wolverine all the while. She had left her tent knowing that unless she found a way to relax there would be no sleep for her tonight.
Jean had found a trail leading through the woods and followed it here. Upon seeing the pond, she thought that swimming would be just the thing to help tire her out and maybe let her sleep. Unfortunately there weren't any swimsuits on the jet so she decided to just skinny dip since everyone else was sleeping.
The water felt cool on her over-heated skin, gliding over her breasts and bringing her nipples to hardness, massaging her aching pussy like a silken gloved hand. It was almost enough stimulation to make her masturbate again, but that wouldn't solve her problem.
Jean knew she needed to maintain a clear head in order to make the decision that she was coming. Sometimes having psychic tendencies sucked.
There was going to come a time, and probably soon, when she would be forced to make a decision once and for all: Scott or Logan. It wasn't an easy decision to make, each man had qualities that attracted Jean to them and she cared for them both. Possibly even loved them both.
She and Scott had a history, they knew each other and were comfortable together. They got along and rarely fought, but when they did fight it was usually out of concern one had for the other. Scott was kind, gentle, soft-spoken and quiet. He had been there for her during some really tough times in the past and helped her when no one else could. He was a great man to spend a comfortable evening at home with.
Jean just didn't know if she wanted the same sedate life that Scott did. The sex department could use some spicing up too, they'd already talked about some ways to enhance it. But nothing had ever come of those talks. Jean knew that something would have to change if she decided to stay with Scott, she was a very physical woman and needed sex more than just once a week-which was Scott's normal schedule.
Logan, on the other hand, was pure sex appeal. At least in the beginning that's what had attracted Jean to him. Then she got to know the man inside the body, some of what he had been through. The way he ferociously defended and protected anyone he cared for showed her more about his character than words ever could.
