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      Delicious......Disturbing part 10
      Category: Comics » X-Men  Censor:  NC-17  Reviews:  13  Download/Print:  
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      Author: vangiekitty 



Disclaimer:  The X-men aren’t mine, we’re only using each other for cheap 
gratification. J vangiekitty
 
Hey guys!  Thanks to everyone who responded to my little survey: should Logan 
and Jean get sum?  Well, the votes are in and I believe the answer is a 
resounding YES.  So they will get some………eventually.
Yes, I’m gonna make ‘em sweat a little longer. Mainly cause I am a sadistic B 
and I love to draw out that sweet sexual tension. But rest assured, they will 
get it at some point. Keep reading. You never know when it will happen! J
 
 
                        Delicious…………Disturbing part 10
 
 
      After a quick bath in the freezing river, Jean felt more like 
 
herself again. The only voice she heard in her head was her own and 
 
she had nearly convinced herself that the other, darker voice was 
 
merely a very persistent nightmare. She squeezed the excess water 
 
out of her long, red hair and dried herself briskly with the clean t-
 
shirt.  
 
      “Well, I guess Logan’s scent must be completely washed off of me
 
now.” She thought to herself, but strangely, the idea didn’t make her 
 
happy at all.  Some deep part of her missed the delicious musky scent
 
and relished the effect it had had on Logan when he smelled himself
 
on her.  “Just business today, I guess.”  She said aloud, dolefully
 
as she made her way back to the camp and slipped into the tent.  Logan,
 
she noticed, was still gone. Perhaps avoiding her, perhaps just taking 
 
a long bath.
 
      Jean crawled to her duffel bag and began poking unhopefully
 
within, looking for anything at all besides the heavy, cable-knit
 
sweater and jeans she had worn yesterday.  Although the sun was barely 
 
up, she could already tell it would be an unseasonably hot day and she 
 
didn’t relish the thought of suffocating in her winter clothes.  She
 
had nearly given up hope, when to her delight, she found that one 
 
bundle of fabric she’d taken to be biker shorts, was actually a spandex
 
miniskirt and tank top combination that she’d completely forgotten she
 
owned.  She’d originally bought the outfit for workouts but upon 
 
finding it to be much too tight in the bust and short in the skirt, had
 
put it away, planning to return it. Now, she was very pleased she had 
 
not.  The only thing was that due to her thoughtless packing she had no
 
bra or panties to wear under it.  She would have to be careful not to 
 
bend over the wrong way or she might flash Logan.  “Hmmmm,” The dark
 
voice was suddenly back.  “That might be interesting.”  Jean shook her
 
head.  Out loud she said: “Well, it might not be very professional, but
 
it sure beats getting a heat stroke in the middle of a mission.”  Thus
 
justified, she was about to wiggle into the spandex outfit and leave
 
the tent when she realized to her horror that she had been sitting on
 
Logan’s sleeping bag the whole time she was deliberating on what to
 
wear.  “Oh no!” she was momentarily panicked,  “I wonder if I just got
 
Logan’s scent all over me again?”
 
      “Well, would it be so bad if you did?”  The dark voice purred
 
inside her head.  “After all, Jeanie, it’s not like you don’t like
 
his scent.  In fact, I think you rather enjoy it.”  Jean paused, it
 
was true.  She did like the way Logan smelled.  And she liked having
 
his smell all over her.  She leaned down her head to catch a whiff 
 
from his still warm sleeping bag and the delicious, musky odor filled
 
her head.  Suddenly, the strange feeling returned: her skin was hot
 
and very sensitive and her head throbbed.  The warm spot between her
 
legs throbbed also and she found she was nearly panting.  Why had she
 
washed off that delicious scent in the first place?  She couldn’t
 
remember to save her life.  It smelled so good- no, it smelled 
 
wonderful, musky, masculine, hot.  She longed to wrap it around 
 
herself and revel in it.
 
      “Well, why not slip into Logan’s sleeping bag and do just
 
that?”  The dark, honeyed voice demanded.  “What a good idea!” Jean
 
thought.  In an instant she had unzipped the bag and was slipping 
 
naked into the deliciously scented fabric.  There, that was much 
 
better.  She was completely encompassed by Logan’s musky,
 
intoxicating scent.  The fragrance worked its way into her brain
 
and, indeed, seemed to permeate her whole being.  She felt her body
 
responding to it.  Her soft little sex began to throb with longing;
 
she felt so slippery and hot.  She rolled, luxuriously  naked in
 
the bag like a cat in heat.  She loved the feel of the soft fabric
 
against her breasts, between her legs………
 
      “Jeanie?  You here, Darlin’?”  Logan’s voice woke her, as from
 
a dream as he came stomping back into the camp.
 
      “Uh…… yes Logan, but I’m not decent yet!” she returned.  “I’ll
 
be out in just a minuet.  Why don’t you start breakfast without me?”
 
      “Is this just a ploy ta get me ta cook again, Darlin’?”  His
 
voice sounded amused but Jean reflected that he would not be amused 
 
for long once he smelled himself all over her again, and even more
 
strongly that before!  Why had she done it?  She didn’t know; the last
 
10 minuets seemed strangely fuzzy in her head, like a dream you can’t
 
quite remember.  But there was nothing to do about it now.  It was 
 
too late to take another bath.  She’d just have to hope he wouldn’t 
 
notice.  Small chance of that.  She muttered to herself, “What in the
 
world possessed me to do that? I feel so strange today.”  But there 
 
was nothing to do but crawl out of the offending bag and wiggle into
 
the spandex miniskirt and tank top combo, which she did.
 
      “Logan will notice; he won’t be able to help it.” She thought
 
as she made her way to the campfire to get her share of the breakfast.
 
“Let him.” The dark voice in her head returned.  “Be fun to see what
 
happens.”
 
 
 
Breakfast was instant oatmeal eaten on a conveniently placed
 
log by the fire and washed down with lukewarm, instant coffee.  The
 
log was big enough to seat four or five easily and Jean could have 
 
kept her distance from Logan but the dark voice in her brain was 
 
rubbing the inside of her skull like raw silk, urging her to sit
 
close, rub it in, make him sit up and take notice.  So she sat quite
 
close to him, their arms touching as they ate the warm mush.  Jean
 
saw Logan’s nostrils twitch, then flare and he cast an incredulous
 
glance at her as if to say, “What the hell???”  But she pretended to
 
be oblivious to him and only went on taking dainty bites of the 
 
unappetizing oatmeal.  The voice spoke, urging further. In response,
 
Jean said,
 
      “Goodness, Logan, this log is so rough and scratchy on my tender
 
bottom! I don’t think there’s a comfy spot on it anywhere.”  She 
 
wiggled suggestively and gave him a little smile.  
 
      Logan was trying very hard not to notice how her soft, full
 
 right breast was pressed against his left arm.  “Ya might be more
 
comfortable if ya had more clothes on, Darlin’” he remarked, darkly,
 
eyeing her skimpy outfit.
 
      “Yes, but this is all I brought besides my thick, hot sweater,
 
and I’m certainly not wearing that.”  She objected.  “Besides,”
 
she cuddled even closer to him, “I’m sure we can find a better remedy
 
for my discomfort than more clothes.  What if I just sat on your lap?”
 
Rising, Jean placed one leg on either side of him and lowered herself
 
onto his legs.  She rubbed her bottom seductively against the bulge in his 
pants,
 
making sure he could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. For a moment,
 
 
 
she reveled in the feel of his hardness pressed against her, his hot 
 
breath on her nearly bare back.  Then, he pushed her gently but firmly 
 
away.  Jean looked at him, wanting to know what effect she was having
 
on him.  His breath was ragged and uneven and a slow, dull red flush
 
crept up his neck.  “Definitely hot and bothered!” The voice in her 
 
head sounded delighted.  She could tell Logan was working hard to 
 
control both his lust and his anger.
 
      “Jeanie, what tha hell are you tryin’ ta do?”  he said at last,
 
his voice filled with barely controlled fury and passion.
 
      Jean affected a big-eyed, innocent look.  “I don’t know what
 
you mean, Logan.” Now the dark voice wasn’t only in her head, it was
 
also coming out of her mouth in a rich, velvety purr.
 
      “Like hell you don’t!” He exploded, angrily . 
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