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Entertainment. They are being used without authorization. This story contains
explicit sexual references. If you are under age 18, do not read.

STRANDED
By Stormkpr@usa.net


Three weeks had now gone by since Jean and Logan had been stranded on the
island. Jean didn’t know which was more remarkable: the ease of their lives on
the tiny island or the fact that none of the X-men had rescued them.

Jean knew that Scott, Professor X, and all their other family in the X-men
were alive and well. That much she sensed clearly. But she was unable to speak
into their minds or feel Professor X speak into hers. Cerebro obviously was
failing to locate them and Jean spent many hours pondering why. Neither she
nor Logan could figure it out.

The island had been used as a research base by a little known marine
biologist. When Jean and Logan’s ship washed up ashore, they found a tiny
cabin stocked with provisions: canned fruits and vegetables; bags of rice,
beans, pasta, and oatmeal; stacks of dried fruits, nuts and crackers; even a
stash of chocolate. Their diet was supplemented by fish that Logan and Jean
(mostly Logan) caught using the biologist’s old fishing equipment, and they
never were hungry. A small lake provided them with fresh water for drinking
and bathing. 

The shack had three rooms: a kitchen, bedroom, and tiny study. The nights on
the island were becoming increasingly colder this December, but the scientist
had left behind two mattresses, two blankets and two pillows. 

“What I wouldn’t give for a cup of coffee,” Jean muttered as she woke one
morning. She felt the warmth of the sun coming up and was glad for it. Every
evening and night was colder than the next, and neither blanket was
substantially thick----though Logan had insisted that she use the warmer one.
Jean’s hair tumbled down as she stretched her body and she made no attempt to
hide a yawn. 

“Coffee. Hmmm,” Logan grunted. ”Before we got stuck here, I never would’ve
figured you as a coffee drinker.”

“Why not?” Jean laughed.

“You’re into health. Coffee’s not good for you.”

Jean shrugged. “There are a lot worse things you can eat. Most doctors agree
that a cup of coffee a day isn’t going to kill you.” She paused. “Though if we
stay here any longer, I think I’ll be weaned off my morning coffee habit.”
Their coffee supply had run out 5 days ago. Jean and Logan calculated that
they had enough food, however, to last at least three more weeks----longer if
they continued to catch so much fish. 

The two conversed easily although they were separated by a thin wall. Every
night Jean slept in the study and Logan in the bedroom. The cabin was so small
and walls so thin, however that Jean did not need to strain to hear Logan’s
voice. The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Jean headed towards
the lake to bathe.

Logan took his time getting off the mattress that morning. Each day was
becoming more and more of a struggle between his desires and his honor. Most
people would be horrified to spend so much time removed from society but Logan
cherished every second of it. He adored the unlimited time with the woman he
loved. They spent days on end talking about every subject under the sun,
laughing together and even more than once singing together. But each day it
was harder and harder to keep his hands off of Jean. Logan’s mind began
wandering…..every morning the two took turns bathing and Jean was there now.
She would be undressed, the water slowly caressing her limbs. STOP IT! Logan
told himself. He bolted off the mattress and splashed water on his face. 

Jean removed the last of her clothes and gingerly dipped a foot into the
water. She quickly withdrew it. The island may have been in the tropics but it
appeared that December would be much chillier than she would ever have
dreamed. Jean took several moments to adapt to the cold water. 

`We need to get rescued soon,’ Jean thought to herself. `It’s getting cold and
we have no heat.’ Logan had taken to building fires each night just outside
the cabin, but for the last several days they weren’t enough to chase the cold
away. The two had scoured the tiny shack but found no winter clothes. 

The increasing chill of the island was not the only reason Jean hoped they’d
be rescued soon. As she scooped water over her hair, she thought to herself,
`You’re attracted to him. And you fear you’ll no longer be able to control
it.’

Jean shook her head and laughed. During the last three weeks, she and Logan
had spent hours on end talking. She was used to spending daylight talking and
talking with Logan, but this was one topic she had no one to talk about with
now. So she laughed at the thought that she’d have to keep talking to herself
about it.

She loved Scott. Of that she had no doubt. The two of them had been through so
much together and they knew every detail of the other’s mind. They shared
secret jokes that only the other knew. Jean had only to tilt her head a
certain way or make a miniscule change in her tone of voice for Scott to know
exactly what she thought of something. If she hadn’t been psychic, she would
still know what was on Scott’s mind using the same verbal and facial clues. 

Scott and Jean had a number of familiar routines that worked well for both of
them. Every night before going to bed, they would recount the day’s events to
each other and seek the other’s thoughts and advice (even though they usually
knew it in advance.) After turning out the lights, they would take the time to
give each other a backrub before settling down to sleep. And as for their
lovemaking, well, it suited Jean just fine. What Scott lacked in innovation
and passion, he more than made up for with his gentle caring and
attentiveness. He made sure she felt loved and attained physical release.
There had been a time when Jean had thought she wanted or needed nothing else
in a lover. 

When Logan entered their lives, it was a disruption but nothing Jean knew they
couldn’t handle. Jean buried her attraction to Logan as deep in her mind as
she could, though Logan hadn’t made a secret of his feelings for Jean. “You
don’t return any of Logan’s feelings, do you?” Scott had asked her one evening
not long after they’d met Logan. A split second later, he had added, “I don’t
need to ask. What was I thinking? Of course you don’t.” Jean had stepped
closer to Scott, put her hands on his shoulders and said, “I love * you*,
Scott. I could never love Logan.” 

Jean had always rationalized that she had not lied that time. Scott didn’t
need to know that she found Logan attractive----his passion, his power, his
unruliness. He was the polar opposite of Scott and he was exciting. Why share
that with Scott? Better to keep the feelings buried as deep as possible.
Except now that she was stranded on an island with the man she found
attractive, the feelings surfaced a bit more every day. And she thought of
Scott less and less often.

Jean sighed and pulled herself out of the water. Time to face another day with
Logan. Another day of suppressing her feelings and instincts in the face of
fading willpower. 


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As the morning went on, the sun hid behind ominous clouds. Logan glanced up at
the sky and knew the sun would not return that day. He smelled a storm coming
on.

The rain started just before sundown. Keeping the fire burning proved
impossible, so Jean and Logan remained inside the cabin each with a blanket
draped across their shoulders. The temperature continued to drop. Winds picked
up speed, making shrill noises. Jean jumped the first time the thunder boomed.
The rain continued, now so heavy that when Logan looked out the window, he
couldn’t see anything else. It was now too cold for their customary evening
card game. Without gloves, their fingers were rapidly becoming stiff.  

The two ate their dinner in the dim light of the lantern. Since they were
unable to maintain a fire in the storm, their dinner options were
limited---even for them. Dried apricots, beef jerky, canned string beans and
saltines would have to suffice for tonight.

“Where’s Storm when you need her?” Jean quipped as the sky lit up with
lightening, followed by the sound of thunder, this time so loud that Jean
almost felt it. She shuddered.

“It’s okay,” Logan said, his voice soothing. “We’ll be alright.” He glanced at
Jean, sitting across from him, finishing her last cracker. He patted her hand.
“It’s just a storm.”

Jean felt a jolt of warmth from Logan’s innocent pat on her hand. It was the
first physical body contact they had had since their stay on the island.
Physical touch was a taboo that neither had wanted to be the first to break.
But it was clear to Logan that Jean was nervous and needed a bit of the human
touch.

He had no idea how right he was. Jean was starved for the sensation of
touching another human being, given the ritual that she and Scott had shared
every evening of massaging the tension out of each other. During one of their
many long conversations on the island, Jean had revealed her strong dislike of
thunderstorms to Logan. `Strong dislike’ had been an understatement. `Fear’
was a better term.

Jean’s shoulder and neck muscles were so knotted that it was becoming
unbearable. She decided to reach a hand to the opposite shoulder and neck area
to rub away the soreness. She continued with her cold fingers, doing the best
she could to massage herself. 

Logan watched, entranced. The past three weeks he had forced himself to catch
his breath numerous times when looking at or talking with Jean. Her beauty was
so intense and his heart throbbed with his love for her. Ethics battled with
his heart. During their day to day life at the school with Professor X, ethics
always had won out. Ever since their confinement on the island however,  Logan
felt his passionate side slowly turning the tide of the battle against his
ethics. 

“Do you want me to do that?” Logan asked. “I’ve got good hands.” His heart
sped up as the question fell from his lips. `This way I’m giving her the
choice,’ he thought to himself. `She doesn’t have to take me up on it. And
it’s just a backrub anyway.’

Jean was silent for a long time, for such a long time that Logan mused he’d
only imagined speaking the worlds. The unrelenting rain continued to pour. A
flash of lightening lit up the room, but Logan didn’t know exactly what to
read on Jean’s face. She looked pained and she looked deep in thought.

Jean smiled. “You know, my neck and shoulders have been killing me for days.
If you wouldn’t mind….” her voice trailed off. 

Logan got up and sat behind Jean. “A fair warning---my hands are cold,” he
stated.

She smiled again, “Oh like mine weren’t?” Logan laughed with her and began to
massage Jean’s neck and shoulders. Captivated by the beauty of the back of her
neck, he continued to ease away the tension of the muscles. All of his
battered willpower prevented him from kissing her neck.

Jean sighed. “That feels wonderful,” she murmured. Not only the work of his
hands but also the heat from another human being felt perfect. Logan’s touch
was surprisingly gentle as his hands slowly rubbed away the tension. She
allowed herself to experience the touch and warmth for a few more moments
before a little voice warned her to stop. Abruptly she turned her head and
said, “Thank you, Logan.” 

He stopped immediately. “Glad I could help.”

“Do you want….?”

“No, I’m just fine,” Logan lied. He knew then that his defenses had failed and
he would not be able to withstand a touch from Jean. If she had thrown herself
at him that very moment, he knew he would not resist. 

“I’m going to try to get some sleep,” Jean said. “It’s late.”

“I think I’ll turn in as well,” Logan said. “If it stops raining, I can take
another shot at starting the fire again. But it doesn’t look good tonight.
It’s going to be a cold one.”

Jean nodded though Logan couldn’t see the gesture. The cabin had no doors, but
Jean stepped over the doorframe of the tiny study. Little more aside from her
mattress and pillow fit inside the room, and she reached for the bag that
contained extra clothing. The scientist who inhabited this cabin must have
been a man of size and he had left some clothes behind. Jean slept in a baggy
pair of pants, a large shirt and sweater. Jean was thankful for the clean
clothes and especially for the warm socks. 

Logan also borrowed from the scientist’s clothing pile and had his own set to
sleep in. He pulled his blanket around himself and tried to sleep. 

Jean curled up in the fetal position, desperate for warmth. The blanket,
sweater and socks were not enough to keep the cold from assaulting her body.
If she looked, she could see her breath in the frigid air. Goosebumps popped
up all over body and pretty soon she was shivering.

Jean heard a noise from the other room. “Are you alright, Logan?” she asked
aloud. No need to whisper because she was sure Logan was awake. No one could
sleep in this cold.

“My teeth were chattering,” Logan explained. His voice suggested he was as
cold as she was. 

“Oh, that’s what that was,” Jean said. Then Jean thought. She used her
physician’s mind to analyze their situation. If they didn’t get warm, there
was a chance they would freeze. They certainly wouldn’t sleep this night if
they didn’t get warm, and if they didn’t sleep they risked compromising their
immune systems, getting sick…being too weak to restart the fire or catch fish.
Without the fire burning, their chance of rescue was lessened----not to
mention they would be left without heat. 

“Logan,” Jean began, her voice quivering a bit, “I have an idea. I think we
would be warmer if we shared a mattress. That way we could share body heat,
and we’d have 2 blankets on top of us instead of using one blanket each. What
do you think?” Jean had tried to keep her voice as flat and logical as
possible. Her tone on the last sentence sounded almost flip. 

She wasn’t fooling Logan though. Inwardly, he sighed. It would take every
ounce of his mental strength to refrain from touching Jean. But what she said
made sense. “I think that’s a good idea. We don’t want to freeze here.”

“Okay. Good,” Jean said.

“Why don’t you stay there, and I’ll come over,” Logan said. Jean’s heart
pounded as she heard Logan rise from his mattress and gather his pillow and
blanket. His feet were quiet as he walked the few steps to Jean’s mattress. He
covered her with the blanket and tucked it in. He then placed his pillow next
to Jean’s. Logan quickly opened up the covers and slid underneath.

Jean’s body position remained frozen. She still huddled in the fetal position,
her arms grasping her knees. Her back was to Logan as he settled in, laying on
his back. Both felt a small amount of heat return, even though their bodies
were not touching. Jean knew it was more than the second blanket that was
causing this. 

Logan concentrated on keeping his mind as calm as he could. He hugged his arms
around his chest, knowing that sleep would not come any easier this way.
Jean’s backside was less than an inch from Logan’s side.

Jean pressed her legs together as the shivering lessened. The hidden place
between her legs was suddenly very wet and she felt a tug from her loins. `No,
no, no, no’ she thought to herself. 

Jean’s heart raced. The sensations from Logan’s massage were wrecking havoc
with her body. She tried to control her thumping heartbeat via her mind.
Instead she ended up using her mind to sense Logan’s thoughts. She hated
entering someone’s mind without consent and she had not yet done so with
Logan. But Jean’s defenses were down and she was spending so much time with
him, it was inevitable. She sensed turmoil and love and passion and
discipline. She sensed his battle between desire and morals. And she sensed
something else. Logan knew how much she wanted him because he could smell it.
He could smell her arousal and it was driving him crazy.

Something snapped inside Jean. It was all suddenly so simple. Logan knew she
wanted him and he wanted her desperately. Without even thinking, Jean turned
towards Logan. “Logan,” she whispered. “Hold me.”

He shuddered. “Jean…..Jean I cannot. I’m only human,” he pleaded.

“I know. So am I. Hold me, Logan.”

She turned towards him and opened her arms. At that point he knew his inner
battle was over and done with. He turned on his side towards her, returning
the embrace. He breathed in the scent of her hair and her body, so alive and
so female. Her arousal permeated his senses, his heart continued to pound. He
felt his manhood growing stiff and involuntarily he groaned. 

Jean slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him even closer. They
adjusted their bodies so he lay almost on top of her. “Jean, my love,” he
breathed. “You know I want to make love to you. I think this is what you want
too. Is it, my dear?”

“Yes,” Jean moaned. 

Logan brought his mouth down on hers. His kiss was passionate and tender at
the same time. The roughness of his facial hair brushed against Jean’s soft
skin as his body weight pressed down on hers. His lips devoured hers greedily
and then his tongue slowly entered the warm cavern of her mouth. It played
with her, licking against her teeth and lips, then finding Jean’s tongue to
play with. Their tongues lapped against each others over and over again. Jean
cried out again in sheer pleasure. 

Logan then kissed Jean’s face, her eyes, her cheeks, her chin. He found her
lips once more and began kissing them again, this time more insistently and
vigorously. Jean’s body ached with divine sensations and the area between her
legs was slippery with desire and throbbing. Logan kissed his way down to her
neck where her pulse beat madly. 

Jean scrambled to remove her sweater and shirt, leaving her breasts exposed to
Logan’s lustful gaze. He took a few minutes to admire the perfection of her
feminine globes of flesh, round and firm with dark pink nipples. His cock
strained painfully against his pants as he dipped his head and brought his
mouth to her breasts. His tongue traced one breast around in a circle,
arriving at the erect nipple. He tongued it delicately and then vigorously.
Jean moaned loudly, enjoying every second. His hands then cupped both of her
breasts and they were big enough that he could suck both nipples at the same
time. Logan had to force himself to not suck as vigorously as he wanted.
Forcing himself to be gentle, he delighted in nibbling and playing with her
breasts. The lovers quickly took a break to strip off all their remaining
clothes. Logan then resumed fondling Jean’s beautiful breasts, asking every
now and then, “Do you like that?” “Do you want more of this?”

After several exquisite moments had passed, Logan’s attentions drifted
downwards. He kissed her abdomen before reaching the inviting mound of public
hair. He paused for just a second. He had dreamed of this for so long that he
could scarcely believe it was happening. He then pressed his face to her
womanhood, using his tongue to part the seam of hair. Her innermost flesh was
revealed to him. Tantalized by her scent, he dipped his head to slowly lick at
her inner lips. He licked up and down, and then changed his pattern to lick
small circles. Slowly he reached her throbbing clitoris and licked the
delicate bud. Jean cried out again, her pleasure was so intense. It felt like
mulled wine was pouring through her veins, so great was the excitement.
Everything he was doing to her was setting her body afire and she could no
longer restrain the movements of her hips. Logan again had to force himself
not to devour her tempting flesh, but his tongue was insistent against her
throbbing clit and wet, wet vaginal lips. 

Jean pushed her body back at him, even as he tongued her womanhood. The
exciting sensations forced her to rock steadily against his mouth. Logan’s
head spun with pleasure----the sensation of his head between Jean’s thighs,
hearing her cries of delight, tasting her exquisite womanhood, breathing her
intoxicating scent, feeling her thrust her hips back at him. He sensed her
clitoris swell and then burst with pleasure as Jean was consumed by an intense
orgasm. 

He lovingly stroked her hips, thighs, and the area he had just tongued to a
climax. Logan was giving Jean time to recover from her orgasm. She did not
need long. “Do you want me to do that to you?” Jean murmured. 

 “No,” he moaned. “I just want to be inside of you, now.” His voice was
insistent, urgent. He could not hold back any longer. 

Jean spread her legs far apart, invitingly. Logan brought his body over her
and slowly his throbbing cock reached the waiting cavern. He  began to move
rhythmically upon her. Jean shuddered with pure pleasure as Logan’s hardness
filled her. She felt her body again strive towards a climax as her lover
thrust in and out, in and out of her wet warmth. 

Logan pumped her faster and harder as he growled with hunger. Her cried of
pleasure urged him on and he moved faster and fiercer. Jean could not restrain
her moaning and she gasped, “Oooooh, yes!!! Yes!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!” His plunging
cock drove her crazy. This was wildness, a wildness that brought intense
pleasure. Jean’s cries sent Logan over the edge and his juices poured forth as
she cried out with the shuddering of her orgasm. 

The two lay panting together for some time. Logan looked into Jean’s face and
saw that she was exhausted but satisfied. He withdrew his manhood----though he
was capable of making love to a woman all night, he could tell that Jean
needed a rest. So they lay next to each other, breathing deeply.  They cuddled
and hugged each other for many moments. Jean unabashedly admired Logan’s form:
his powerful shoulders, well-build chest, strong legs, firm abdomen. She let
her fingertips leisurely explore his body. It was such masculine perfection.

Jean planted a kiss on Logan’s mouth. She noticed that his cock was stiff.
“You probably can go all night, right?” Jean asked, smiling.

“I can,” Logan admitted. “But I stop when my woman wants to. You look tired,
love.”

“I am tired…..but god that was amazing,” Jean breathed. “Give me some time and
I’ll be ready again.”

“I’ll wait as long as I need to.”

Logan and Jean continued to cuddle, their hands stroking each other’s bodies.
He noticed that she was slowly regaining strength. Logan rolled over onto his
back and felt Jean place her body over his. She dangled her breasts over his
mouth, and he licked and sucked the beautiful breasts offered to him. They
made love well into the night, Jean taking his rod into her mouth and loving
it with her tongue. She rode him, feeling him penetrate her deeply. Both
lovers were surprised when sunlight crept through the window.


THE END