Offering and Accepting

 

 

Jean was in casual clothes when she asked.  Maybe that was it.  She knew that Logan wouldn't have refused her if she had presented him with a tasty enough morsel to not turn down.  Still... no matter what the reason, she was disappointed.  It had taken her a long time to come to grips with the fact that Logan and she could never be lovers and that she really loved Scott more... or felt that he was the better choice.
            Now the results from that decision was starting to laugh in her face.  It was only the other day that she caught Scott in 'bed' with Emma, even though there was no physical interaction—it was as good as.  It hurt so much that both of the men she loved were refusing her.  She needed to feel loved, needed to feel sexy and worth while.  She was frustrated because while Scott was off having 'mind sex' with Emma Frost, he was claiming to be celibate to his wife.
            Some celibacy, Scott, she growled to herself.
            "Rogue!" a plaintive voice interrupted Jean's thoughts as the couple with the relationship in more turmoil than hers appeared in the hallway.  "Dis is ridiculous, cher!" he complained to her.
            "Ah think it's disgustin', Remy," she said emphatically.
            "I consider it a necessity," he countered.
            "Well, don't let me catch you with yoah necessity any more."
            "You didn't in de first place," he growled low.
            "Ah don't need ta heah about yoah habits."
            "Den you really don' need anythin' about me, do you?"  Remy's voice was more heated and Jean braced herself.
            "No, Ah don't!"
            "Fine!" Remy shouted and turned on a dime and stalked away from her.
            "Fine!" Rogue shouted back to have the last word.  She looked around and started a little when she saw Jean.  "Oh... hey, Jean.  Ah'm sorry ya had ta see that."
            "What was the problem?" she asked curiously.
            "Remy thinks pornography is a necessity.  How can ya sit there and watch...?  Just thinkin' about it gives me the willies," she shuddered.
            "Oh.  I see," she said, already deep in thought.

 

 

 

Jean wasn’t about to give them time to patch things up.  Putting on a sexy black little evening dress that draped around her, Jean went up to Remy’s room and knocked on his door.  When Remy answered his door, his mouth dropped open a little.  He blinked a few times and then asked, “Um… somethin’ I can help y’ wid, Jeanne?”

“Yes, Remy, there is,” she said.  “May I come in?”

Eyebrows lifting slightly, Remy welcomed Jean into his room and offered her a seat on his bed while he took one in the chair across from her.  “What’s de occasion?” he asked, referring to her dress.  Jean seldom wore a dress, but she looked awesome when she did.

“Freedom is something to be celebrated, right?” she asked.

Remy’s brows drew together in a worried look.  “Ain’ de fourth for anoder month ‘er two.”

“I meant… personal freedom,” she elaborated, looking a little sad… like maybe it wasn’t such a good thing.

“Personal…?”

“Like the kind you got this afternoon,” she said.

Remy looked like he might cry.  “Oh, chere… I’m so sorry,” he said, sincerely and went to offer her a hug.  Accepting it, she didn’t want to let go of Remy.  It felt so good to be close to another person and it had been so long since she had any contact like that.  “Why’d Scott leave you?  Dere’s no way,” Remy observed, disbelieving.  After all, Scott had threatened to drop a very large truck on him if he went near his woman again.  Remy had smirked at the video when he saw it later, but this just seemed… so unlike Scott.

“He left me for Emma….”

Remy’s hands tightened in Jean’s hair.  “He did what?” he whispered.

“Remy, please.  I don’t need you to be angry for me, I can do that too well on my own.  I need you to help me take away that anger, Remy.  I can’t let it get out of control—it’s too dangerous.  Please?  Will you help me… forget Scott?  Help me remember that I’m a woman?”

“Chere…” Remy whispered leaning away to look at her.  “I…”

“I heard you break it off with Rogue downstairs,” she said.  “Please, Remy.”  She felt that he was the only one she could really turn to because she didn’t think he would want a relationship out of her.  She didn’t know if she was really ready for that with the jumble of emotions that were racing around in her, but she needed something… someone.

Nodding, Remy smiled at her softly.  “Okay, chere.  What do you need?” he asked.

“I need dancing,” she smiled.  “And badly.”

Remy’s smile became brighter and he stood from their hug.  “Gimme an hour?” he asked.  “Den dancin’ an’ dinner?”

“Oh?  Not dinner and dancing?”

Remy smirked.  “Well, not in dat order.”

 

 

 

The club they went to was a nice place that didn’t play the house music that usually went on in clubs these days.  This was music Jean really felt she could dance to.  There were songs she actually knew playing and a lot of the people there were dancing in partners, but many were alone or in the circular groups people sometimes formed when dancing.

Remy looked really good in his suit and lead Jean onto the dance floor and started impromptu leading her to the fast paced familiar song.  When Jean messed up his direction, Remy smiled at her and leaned closer to dip her over to cover for the falter.  Smiling, Jean leaned in to Remy’s ear.  “I have an idea,” she said.

“Oh?” Remy asked over the music.

“Let me in?” she asked and ‘knocked’ on his shields. 

Getting a worried look on his face, Remy said, “Jeanne… you know what’s in dere… I… don’ wan’ y’ t’ be frightened….”

“You don’t have to be scared, Remy.  I don’t think there’s anything you could surprise me with,” she assured him.  Swallowing, Remy nodded and tried to let down his shields.  It was kind of a trick and required relaxing, but he did it.  Jean slipped into his mind and smiled.  There were some quite interesting fantasies going on in his head and Jean actually hoped that she could help him with some of them tonight.  We can coordinate better this way, she said and smiled.

As it turned out, she was right and they were both so in sync with each other that it felt like they were moving with one body.  It was an incredible feeling with the music as a guide.  Remy loved to dip Jean because it bared her neck so nicely and he leaned in to kiss her collar bone.

They moved and spun like they had been performing together for years even though they were doing no steps that were wrote and neither of them had taken dancing lessons.

She made him so hot and he figured he would have to go home and make use of some of those necessities he had gotten dumped for earlier.  No, no.  None of that.  I’m going to make sure you don’t need any, she purred in his mind and Remy’s arousal shot up so much that he started trembling with her in his arms.

Please, don’ tease me like dat, Jeanne…  I don’ think I could take it.

I’m not teasing, Monsieur Le Beau.

Remy smiled in relief and could sense somehow that she wasn’t lying.  He wondered if this was the type of thing she and Scott shared… had shared, he corrected.  A pang of righteous anger ran through Remy and Jeanne hugged him tighter.  She wanted to tell him that it was okay… but if it was, she wouldn’t be out cheating on her husband in retaliation.

 

 

Remy had been wise to take her dancing first as they were starved afterward and if they had eaten before hand, they would have gotten cramps and not have had as much fun.  Jean and Remy tried to stay off of the topic of Scott or the X-Men.  She tried to learn more about Remy because she realized that she knew some things about him, but not the types of things one might know about a friend.

They shared pieces of their lives with each other, both superficial, and deep things.  Their dancing bond was broken, but in its place was a bond of friendship that was cementing. 

Once they were home, Remy almost didn’t know what to do, but he fell back into step with sweeping a woman off her feet and guided her upstairs with his arms around her.  Jean noted with a bit of a smile that he had cleaned his room up from when she had been in there earlier and his sheets had been changed.  “I thought you weren’t expecting this,” she purred into his ear.

“Wasn’t,” he said honestly.  “Clean sheets are nice to come home to after a night o’ dancin’,” he smiled.  He had kind of made a habit of changing the sheets before a date—just in case he got lucky, but it had become just part of his routine that evening.

“I see,” she smiled.  “Well, I will say it’s quite nice,” she said and eased onto the bed, brushing her shoes off her feet.

“Not as nice as dat dress,” he commented thinking it would look especially good on his floor.

“Isn’t that a bit old?” she asked, knowing where the line was supposed to go.

“Sorry, chere—I’m a bit rusty,” he smirked.

“It’s okay; I forgive you.”

“Dat’s very gracious of y’, mademoiselle,” he purred as he swept in to her and held her.  He knelt on his bed and had one hand on the small of her back and one behind her head, tangling in her hair, and he was so ready to kiss her.

Leaning her head in to his and closing her eyes were the signals that he was allowed—no urged to kiss her.  Letting his slightly parted lips touch hers, gently at first, Remy felt the thrill go through him and hoped she was getting as much from this as he was.  Wet lips started to press more firmly together and slide across one another.  Jean’s lips were lush and he realized that it had been such a very long time since he had tasted anyone’s lips.

Remy’s hand just happened to be in a nice spot for unzipping Jean’s dress and the backs of his fingers traced her bared skin as the zipper slid down her back.  Her skin was so smooth and soft that Remy wanted to be pressed against it entirely that instant… and he realized that he probably wouldn’t have to wait so very long for it, which relieved him.

“Remy…?” she asked in his ear when their lips finally moved on to other targets.  Jean’s was conveniently Remy’s ear.  “Can I have a dancing bond again?” she asked.

“Oui, chere,” he said and relaxed, trembling with want especially remembering the way their bodies moved together and slid against one another as they danced.

Remy had a keen awareness of what Jean’s body wanted as he held her and the awareness just… piqued when she opened that… aptly named, dancing bond.  Moving with her, kissing her, caressing her felt like dancing all over again and Remy was dizzy with the dynamics of it all.  Leaning away with his hands still at her back, Remy pulled Jean to stand and then started to dance with her, his crotch brushing tantalizingly close to hers.

Remy felt like there was music in his head and then… then Jean conveniently provided some.  He smiled and kissed down her neck and nipped lightly at her clavicle.  She was so graceful in every line and he felt a prod against his mind.  Remy looked up into her eyes and hers were smiling at him.  I can read you loud and clear, she said with a smile.

Oh?  I bodering you? he asked and spun her out with the back of the dress still undone.

On the contrary!  You’re complimenting me left and right and I just can’t get enough of it.

Well, you did choose de desperate man to date dis evenin’, he thought with a smirk. 

There was a light slap across his arm as Jean came back to curl against him and he smiled playfully at her as she said, “You’re so bad!”  After another moment of dancing, she whispered in his mind, You really should never have had to be desperate…

Same to you, chere, he thought in a similar tone, part sympathy, part hurt… part anger.

Their dance slowed and Remy’s hands slid down Jean’s hips. 

 

 

 

 

Jean was soft and warm next to Remy—very unusual from his usual mornings and he sighed into her ear.  Jean smiled at the tickle and reached out to him with her mind.  When she found defenses, she remembered that it wasn’t Scott and bit her bottom lip.  Turning over, she looked at Remy as he held her close when she turned.

"Remy…."  She didn't know what to say.

Smiling sadly at her and feeling his gut clench, he said, "I know, Jean.  I played dis game before."

Swallowing, he leaned in to kiss her, then leaned away from her to let her go.

Collecting her dress, she got into it hurriedly and left Remy's room.  When she got out she nearly jumped when she saw Scott.  He had a stern face on… but that wasn't exactly new.  He leaned against the hall, just waiting.  "I thought you would be coming out that door," he said pointing to Logan's.

"I asked Logan," she said and shrugged as if to explain that nothing happened between them.

"Doesn't that tell you that you shouldn't have done that?"

"Oh?  I had no idea you felt that way about it, Scott—you were just having sex with another woman behind your wife's back," Jean growled.

"I did not have sex with Emma, Jean," Scott defended.

"If that's what you want to think, go ahead, but I know that you don't want me any more, Scott, so why are we continuing this charade?"

Scott sighed.  "I still love you, Jean…."  Of course, he had to admit that his love had changed… flavor ever since Apocalypse.  It was much more platonic than he knew was appropriate for a husband and all he wanted was Emma.

"Then let me go." 

Scott's posture stiffened, but he nodded.  "Okay.  I'll get started on the paperwork."  Jean nodded stiffly and was off.  She went to their room and started moving her things out of it and into a guestroom in the women's dorm.  It felt odd not having to take into account someone else's space.  She had gotten so used to sharing it… but it did feel liberating to get to be on her own.

It also felt lonely.  She swallowed and tried to keep in her tears, but one fell and Logan's voice sounded from behind her, startling her.  "Don't cry over that jerk, Jeannie."

"Oh—Logan."  She grimaced.  She would have liked it to have been Logan's arms she was in last night… and maybe she could just… start sharing Logan's bed.  Surely with the conversation she had in front of his door a few minutes ago he would accept her… but she wasn't sure that she wanted him with the way he had refused her earlier.  She would have to think about it.

"Need help?" he asked, nodding at her things.

"No… no, I've got it," she said, wiping her cheeks. Stepping into the room, Logan inhaled her scent and wasn't surprised by what he smelled, but wasn't happy about it either.  "Look… I'm sorry."

"Sorry?"  Jean didn't think that Logan would be sorry for her breakup with Scott; it was inevitable.  It was time.  He had just told her to not cry over him.

"That I wasn't there for ya when ya needed me…."  He was really sad that it hadn't been him last night, and he was kicking himself as he listened to her and Remy in his room knowing that all he had to have done was said 'yes.'  Still, he knew why he told her no.  He hadn't known that Scott had cheated on her and had thought that Jean was just going through a rough patch with Scott and that they would be back together when Scott got his head together.  He didn't want to make that reconciliation harder… but now that there would be no reconciliation, he felt the need to apologize.

Jean grimaced.  "Logan… I don't know why you decided that it wasn't a good idea to… get involved…"  She knew he had a reason.  He had to have.  "But it still hurt that you said no…."

"I know, Jean…"  Logan looked at her face that he thought was still the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on, even though it was soaked with tears.  "Give me another chance?" he asked.

A thought occurred to her and a sly smile appeared on her face.  "I'll think about it, Logan."  She had to talk to Remy.  He was after all, the only one who had been there for her when she had needed to feel worthwhile.

Logan smiled and leaned in to give Jean a hug.  "You're sure you don't need any help?"  Jean nodded.  Logan reluctantly left, and went to find Scott so he could chew him out.

Once Logan had left, Jean smiled and went down to the kitchen after taking a shower and changing into some of the clothes she brought over.  In the kitchen she found the person she was looking for just dragging himself in for coffee.  He didn't look good despite the evening they had shared last night.  She suspected that it was the morning that brought his mood down.

"Remy, darling—could you help me move my things from Scott's room?"

Blinking at her with a mug to his lips, Remy said over the rim of it, "Y' sure y' wan' my help?"

Technically, he was supposed to be in the Danger Room in ten minutes, but if Jean asked, he would take Scott's tongue—lashing.

"Of course I'm sure," she said moving closer to him and putting a hand on his arm in a familiar and intimate fashion.  "I have something I need to talk to you about," she said.

Remy's brows drew together and Bobby looked at Remy and Jean with raised eyebrows with toast hanging from his mouth.  Clearing his throat, Remy said, "Sure, chere.  Mind if I bring my coffee?" 

She smiled at him.  "Not at all."  She headed up to her room and he followed her, leaving Bobby behind in the kitchen incredibly perplexed.

When they got up to Jean's new room, Remy looked around.  "You got a lot to move?"

"Just a few more things.  Some of them are a bit heavy," she said.  "But I'm sure you can handle it."

Remy smiled at her and nodded.  She led the way to the room she and Scott used to share and started removing more clothing from the drawers. 

"Where's dis heavy liftin' y' have f' me?"  She pointed to the large, ornate wooden box on one of the dressers.  "Y' jewelry box?"

Jean smiled sheepishly.  "I have quite the collection, and I expect to find it all there when it gets to my new room," she chastised.  Remy laughed as he went to the box and she picked up more clothing. 

"Whaddy’ got in here, lead jewelry?" he asked, not expecting the box to be so heavy for its size.  He could handle it easily, but it was surprising.

"It's the wood.  Mostly.  I do have a lot of jewelry packed in there."  They walked back to her room and then back for another trip.  By the time they got there, Scott was there in his uniform.

"Gambit, you're supposed to be in the Danger Room."

"When Jean asks me f' my help, I don' rightly see how I can refuse her," he growled, knowing that Scott had been refusing Jean for some time. 

"Scott, lighten up.  I asked him to help me move.  Frankly, I think we have a lot to discuss."

"You can't do this later?" he asked.

"I wouldn't want to impose on you and Emma," Jean said, trying not to be offended, but she wasn't really able to help it.  "I need to talk to Remy now, Scott.

 He's an experienced member of your team; you can do without him for one session."

Scott sighed and his jaw clenched as he left the room.  "Meet with me after you're through here, Gambit."

Remy cringed.  He was going to get it later.  Huffing, Remy turned back to Jean.  "How's he takin' it?"  Remy hadn't been able to tell because Scott had almost perpetually worn the same face since he came back from Morocco.  More than he usually did even.  With his eyes unable to express themselves to others, it was always very difficult to tell what Scott was thinking or feeling—unless you had been his wife, and even that had changed since he got back.

"Too well," she said sadly.  "He started it, after all."  She hadn't been the one to cheat first… or want to.

"Sorry, chere," he said.

"It's hardly your fault," she said turning to grab more of her things.

"Non, but I have a feelin' he'll try t' make it my fault by de time I see him after his session is over."

"Try not to let it bother you.  He's bound to be snippy at you, at least for a while."

Remy rolled his eyes.  That was all he needed.  They headed over with more of Jean's things and Logan was at her new room this time.  "I thought ya said ya didn't need any help," Logan growled.

"I just asked Remy because I needed to talk to him about some things.  Please don't be offended, Logan…"

"Oh, I ain't offended," he asserted, but that was plainly untrue.  He growled loudly at Remy and stomped off down the hall, not looking back.

Remy sighed.  He was pissing everybody off and he rethought having gotten involved with Jean.  "Remy…." Jean said and closed the door.  "I have to talk to you… about a lot of things…."

"Oh.  I… I guess I figured dat… well, dat dat was it, y'know?  It's over, ain't it?"

"That's kind of the question," she said.

"Oh?  Logan seems t' be pretty mad now dat y' ain' wid him, so I'd say now's y' time t' jump 'im."

Pursing her lips, Jean said, "It's a little more complicated than that, Remy.  You see… there's so much going on in my head right now.  I love Logan; I have for years… but I feel that I owe you—"

"Owe me?  Jean, I dunno if you got de update on men since Scott's a li'l weird, but I got just as much outta last night as you did."

"But you have to take the flack when I don't."

"Flack will go away soon as Logan starts sharin' y' bed."

"I also… trust you, Remy."

That made Remy pause.  "Trust…  Why?" he asked, a little surprised.  No one trusted him, including Rogue.

"I got to see into your mind last night… and I was surprised by the things you allowed me to see."

Remy blushed.  "I… Y' said dere wasn' anythin' dat could scare y'…."

"And I wasn't scared," she defended.  "But that and the fact that you were willing to do everything I asked… everything I needed, made me see that you’re special."  Remy's blush deepened.

"I'm not all dat, chere.  Y' should just be wid Logan."

"What I'm trying to say, Remy, is that I don't just want Logan."

"W…” Remy blinked in confusion.  “I think de homme would be a little upset if y' tried t' give us bot' your attention, chere," he pointed out.

"You wouldn't be?" she asked, driving at something that Remy couldn't see yet.

"W… I was never expectin' anythin' t' come of last night, chere, so whatever you got in mind be fine wid me… I jus' don' wanna be shishkabob by nightfall."

"But you would like to be impaled.  Say, on a nice Canadian sausage?" she smirked.

Remy's jaw dropped open.  "Dieu, I thought I hid dat!"  Remy grabbed his head as he turned away from Jean and curled up on himself.  He wasn't ready for anyone to know about his curiosity when it came to the same gender, and a particular feral in residence in the mansion.

"Remy, please don't be upset.  I stumbled upon it as we were dancing.  I think you were thinking about it and that dredged it up to where I could see it."  Jean went to Remy and hugged him.  "Remy, I'm hardly mad."

"Y' think Logan's gon' feel de same?" he asked, knowing what she was trying to get at now.  He felt he had been blind-sided.  Remy cringed.  "Please, don' tell Logan, chere.  It'd be better f' me t' bite m'own head off," he said shaking his head.

"But I want both of you… at the same time," she admitted.

"Y' wan'—what??"  Remy's head was spinning.  Taking a deep breath, he calmed down.  "Okay, okay….  Y' jus' wan' me f' a tryst, I can handle dat," he said.

"And what do you want, Remy?"

"Y' think I even know?" he asked her incredulously.  "I broke up wid Rogue yesterday an' now I get dragged int' dis mess," he huffed.  Going to sit on Jean's new bed, he put his head in his hands. 

"Remy… will you let me in…?"  Sighing, Remy nodded, not sure why he wasn't refusing her access to his mind.  He supposed that she knew all of his secrets now, there wasn't really any use in pretending to have privacy any more.  "You're afraid to have another relationship… afraid of being hurt…." She said as she read Remy's jumbled thoughts and sorted them out with him.

"Jus' come on in, chere.  I won' keep y' out anymore," he said and opened himself completely.

Thank you, Remy.  I… really feel that I can trust you… I want you with me.

Remy was perplexed by the thought.  Why would she want him when she could have Logan?  And would she simply drop Remy like a rotting sack of potatoes once she felt she could trust Logan?

Remy… why don't we just see what Logan thinks?

Chere, are y' mad?  Logan wouldn' agree to a threesome….

We'll see, she thought to him with a smile.

Remy opened his eyes and blinked at her, still very uncertain with all of this.  It felt strange to have Jean there in his head when his eyes were open.  It was like she was with him… in a very intimate way… but somehow casually at the same time.  He grimaced at her assurance and thought that even if Logan were desperate enough to agree to a threesome with Jean and himself that he would never in a million years agree to fuck Remy. 

 

 

 

 

 

"Logan?" Jean asked and peeked at him from around the garage door.  "Could I talk to you?"

Wiping his hands off, he admitted to himself that he had been waiting for Jean to want to talk to him—had been hoping that she had her little, 'I love Logan' talk with Remy and set him aside without too much heartache on his part.  After all, he wasn't the type to get attached so quickly and Logan knew that he didn't have anything approaching the relationship Logan had with Jean.  "Yeah," he said and got up.  "Lemme clean up just a bit," he said and was off to his room, then met Jean in hers in a few minutes.  He saw her sitting on her bed, waiting for him, everything having been put away into its new place already.

Jean looked up and smiled at him when he came in.

"What'd ya need ta see me about?" he asked, knowing that she was getting hot just in his presence.  He liked that a lot, that he could just say the word and have her panting for him.

"Would you close the door?" she asked and Logan gladly complied.  He stepped over to the mattress and looked at her expectantly.  "I asked you here for… well, to talk about my situation… and a favor I was hoping you'd help me with… like Remy helped me," she said coyly.

Logan bristled that Remy was brought into the conversation at all, but was getting hot at the idea of finally getting to make love to Jean like she deserved.  Leaning into her, Logan captured her lips with his own and felt his heart soar at the action and all the implications behind it.  Jean wasn't protesting the kiss.

When they broke away though, Jean smiled at Logan, flushed and said, "I take it that's a yes?"

"You don't even gotta ask this time, darlin'."

Her smile was a little more brittle with her next smile.  "Yes, I do… because what I'm going to ask you for is…unconventional."

"What?" Logan asked, perplexed.  Was it so unconventional to ask someone to sleep with you?  "Jeannie, you know I'd do anythin' fo ya," he said and meant it.

"I know that you think you would, Logan… but would you really sleep with me… if Remy were there?" 

Logan blinked at that.  "What?"  Had he heard her right?  Why was Gambit still involved in this conversation?  He could see Scott being involved in their conversation more than Remy.

"Would you have a threesome with Remy and I?"

The expression that Logan wore was hurt.  "Why would ya want me to, Jean?  You tryin' ta play out all o' yer kinky fantasies while ya can?" he asked.

"I suppose you might say that.  I'm not committing to anything or anyone just yet.  I hope you understand."

"I don't think I do understand, Jeannie," he said still offended.  "You tryin' ta tell me somethin'?"

"Only that I'm attracted to you," she smiled.  "But you already knew that."

"Jean, I love you—you know that… so why… why Gambit?"  He said the name with some amount of distain.

"Remy was there for me when I needed him most, Logan.  Part of me feels that I owe him… more than I've given him."

"So… what, ya think he'll like this little threesome idea?" he asked incredulously.

"He's already agreed to it," she smiled.

"Figures," Logan mumbled.  The man was probably more risqué than his reputation and a threesome was just run of the mill.  Looking at Jean and her hopeful face, Logan huffed and gave in.  How bad could it be after all?  "Okay, Jean.  I can't promise ya that I'll be comfortable with him there, but if that's what ya want…"

Jean smiled thinking that Remy had told her the same thing about not being comfortable with the other man there, but she was hoping that she would be able to simply provide the nudge that would bring them all together.  She didn't know how long it would last and figured that if anything, Remy would be the one to leave the relationship, but was hoping that the two of them would find that they liked each other as well as Jean.

"That's what I want," she confirmed.  "Tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, feeling kind of numb and drew away from her.

"Logan…?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Stay with me now?" she asked and Logan could smell her getting wetter. 

Purring in his throat, Logan kissed her hard, but then started gently removing her clothing and feeling her body.  She was incredible and he absolutely could not keep his hands off her.

Y' mind keepin' y' oder romantic interactions private?  Jean heard Remy in her head.

Oh!  Sorry, sweetie, she thought back to him.  She had been developing a rapport with him over the day and had felt comfortable slipping into another's mind the way she had done with Remy's.  It was like she got to have her connection with Scott again… only without Scott.

'S okay.  Have fun, he said.

You sure you're okay? she asked before she got overly involved in the things Logan was doing to her body.

Logan's been wantin' y' fer years, Jeannie.  Still don' understand why y' tryin' to include me in dis at all.  Yes, I'm okay, he said, snorting at her.

Thank you, she said before closing off her ambient connection to Remy and focusing on Logan.