The King of Beasts (beastclaws) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-04-01 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: post-zombie fog, character: jean grey, character: logan |
Who: Logan & Jean
What: Food and stuff
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: The Kitchen and then Logan's room
Rating: Medium (Suggestion)
Status: Complete
There was something in the air, something enticing and savory. His nose was keen, he'd trusted it for tracking in the war and even during his stint as a hunter. He could catch traces of scent weeks old, months old.
Home cooking was one smell Logan was familiar with. It reminded him of his boyhood before things went awry with his family, before the killings. He relished those memories because they were the purest.
Shuffling through the door to the kitchen, following his nose, Logan didn't hesitate to slide up to the red-head working her way through the course.
"Anythin' I can help with?"
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Cooking helped relax Jean, and the best part of it all was getting to eat it. Jean did love to eat. She had learned how to cook from her mother when she was little but perfected it in her years at Xavier's. The kitchen in the hotel was massive, seemed to be stocked with anything she could have ever needed, and it was usually nice and quiet. It was the perfect spot to escape from over thinking this creepy place, this weird situation.
She heard Logan come in, and smiled at him as he came over. "You're just in time," Jean said, sliding over a bowl of potatoes and handing him a peeler. "The grunt work."
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Logan chuckled, accepting both the peeler and the mundane task of actually sliding the skin from potatoes. There weren't many that he'd perform such a menial task for, but Jean...well, Jean was above him. He would've died for her if she simply asked.
"I've been through worse," Logan grunted, setting with zeal upon the task placed before him. He made short, gentle work of the potatoes.
No one would've suspected he carried a heavy burden beneath his skin that could've sliced anything into small pieces. Where some X-Men were showy, Logan only bared his when the moment called for it. Working with his hands was something he valued when the situations called for using no claws and only simple, man-made tools.
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Jean liked Logan's way, his ease around her, the way he gladly accepted the task and got to work. She felt so comfortable with him, even here. She was smiling wide. "Did you know I was down here, or did you follow the food?" she asked, turning to go to the refrigerator to get a few more things.
"I'm actually very happy you showed up, it saves me a step from having to go and find you when the food was ready," Jean smiled. She set down a tray of carrots and grabbed a paring knife to start to peel off the skin of them as well. "And I always like the company." She nudged his arm with her elbow, standing near to him as they both worked.
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"Little of both," Logan replied, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth. He set the peeler aside, in case Jean needed it later, and looked for the next task.
He found another small task to dive into, reveling in the ability to be so near to Jean.
"You know you ain't gotta look too hard to find me," Logan replied, then he chuckled, "Your company ain't too bad, either. You're much nicer to look at than a lotta other people around here, that's for sure."
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Jean smiled. "I don't know about that," she said coyly. "There are a lot of pretty women here." She started to cut the carrots into smaller pieces, leaving them on the board as she worked.
"How are you?" She asked, moving over to cut up the potatoes and get them into a pot of water. "I haven't seen you since... Since we left that last horrible place. Since the zombies." She wiped her hands off before walking over to him to touch his arm. "I missed you."
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"None like you," Logan replied, not looking up at her from his present task. There were no women like Jean; no woman here would've understood the history, no woman here knew the experience, what he'd been through and seen.
It wasn't until she commanded his attention by placing her hand on his arm that Logan stopped and looked at her.
"I missed you too," he said to her. It took everything in him not to just reach out, grab her and pull her close. "I'm better than I was. Back to normal. What about you?" An experience like zombies wasn't an easy situation.
Suddenly nothing else was important, the small, menial task was minute in the grand scheme of what was important. Logan did reach out and put an arm around her, drawing her in close. He basked in her warmth.
"I'm glad you're here."
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Jean leaned against Logan as he held her, looking up with a smile. She liked his arm around her, having him close, the affection. She liked it a lot and what she had once considered to be far too much.
But here, it was different. And Jean had changed. Something had come with her from space.
There was a voice in her head that warned her. Reminded her about Scott. It told her to be reasonable, responsible.
And then there was a voice that was not hers that said take what you want.
Jean leaned over and kissed him.
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Holding Jean was easy. It was familiar and it was something ingrained in him with all of the time they'd spent together outside of this goddamned hotel.
The distraction from preparing dinner was welcome, Logan accepted it for what it was and he made no effort to protest.
Offering Jean a soft, welcoming growl when her soft lips met his Logan squeezed her frame a touch tighter. Then he kissed her back and he had no regrets at all. Scott be damned.
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Jean turned toward him, wrapping her arms around him and stepping close to him. She had held this back for too long, denied herself something she so wanted. But with each passing moment of their kiss, Jean lost a little bit of her reserve.
She should have kissed him the day she came here, the moment she saw him. She threaded her fingers into his hair and finally separated her lips from his to take a breath in. "Oh, Logan," she whispered, her eyes shut.
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The heat of her body washed over him. He absorbed the pheromones through his pores and the feeling flowed through his veins as if sustaining the very life he lived. There had been many Logan had been with in his life, but very few that he'd actually loved. Jean was one of those few.
"Jean," Logan breathed, eyes closed. He set a hand on her hip, curling his fingers around the curve of bone there. His other palm rested in the curve of her lower back, dangerous but present.
Her fingers threading through his hair had him almost purring, had he been a cat of some kind he would've been purring long before now.
Unable to keep the distance, Logan leaned in to capture her lips again. Her taste was driving him crazy, the scent of her hair, her skin...it was perfect.
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They had held back feelings for each other, an undeniable attraction that had never truly been subtle but never been acknowledged head on, and now they were finally giving in to what Jean had tried to push away for so long. Something untied within her with each moment in his kiss, letting all of her inhibitions slip away with encouragement from his lips and something inside of her. Kissing him was invigorating, there was something so undeniably exciting going on.
Jean didn't care who walked into the hotel kitchen, unlike any time she had even been alone with Logan, a respectable difference, in the X-Mansion. She let loose. One of her hands slid out of his hair to trace down the side of his neck and across the line of his collarbone. Jean wanted to know more about what she had been keeping from herself, more about Logan, and more about Logan's body.
Her mind was racing, but she managed enough thought to switch off the oven with her thoughts, a little click behind them that she immediately forgot about.
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Logan was not a man to shy away. He would protect what was his, and what flash and confidence he did display he had a good reason behind it. As it stood, no one in the entirety of the hotel existed beyond the pair of them.
The entire hotel could've burned and Logan would have been none the wiser.
His lips left hers, trailing gently across the bone of her jaw. The tender flesh of his lips worked against the skin there, before descending lower. He teased at the curve of her neck before latching on to the skin, taking the tender, sensitive flesh there between his lips. He grazed it with his teeth, fangs scraping gently across the outline.
Logan had to be mindful of his actions. He wanted only to be rid of any barriers between them but clothes could be a challenge to come by. And Jean deserved something softer than a cold counter and an unforgiving oven.
"Upstairs?" He grunted. Laura was out, he figured for a while. It gave him ample time. But it was up to Jean.
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Logan's mouth was burning a trail on her skin, and Jean was gladly engulfed in the flames. She tipped her head out of his way, giving him her neck, and gladly reaped the benefits. She let out a soft sigh as he brushed his teeth on her skin, but then he drew away, and she blinked a few times to try to gets her thoughts back in order.
"Upstairs?" she repeated, brushing her tongue over her lips. Just the suggestion made her even warmer, her cheeks flushed. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes, upstairs, now." She grabbed his hand and headed for the door.
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He hated to part from her even for a second. She warmed him in places he'd long forgotten existed. If, by some chance, Laura was in his room then he'd find some place else but anyone that stood in their way...not tonight.
Logan followed her to the door and out into the hallway, moving wherever it was she intended to lead him.