Jean Grey (nomorephoenix) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-11-26 10:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | bruce banner, jean grey |
Who: Jean Grey, Bruce Banner
What: getting a beer together, talking, fucking
Where: a random bar, Jean's house
When: thursday night (backdated to before the second date with Scott)
Warnings: sex, tl;dr
Jean looked around the bar for Bruce, eager to see him again. Even if things were incredibly crazy, she liked to spend time with him, and was hellbent on enjoying this night no matter what.
She'd put on a fairly conservative dress, but that was counteracted by the fact that she'd neglected to put on anything but a bra under it. She spotted him and made her way over, smiling softly.
Bruce smiled as he walked out of the restroom, having managed to clean himself up from a near miss with a vomitting idiot. So he was happy to see her, a much better sight.
He was wearing tight fiting jeans and a stretchy shirt that clung to him as he walked to her side.
"Hello gorgeous."
She walked over and hugged him, her lips meeting his gladly.
"Hello, Bruce. How have you been?"
His body felt so nice, and she felt herself relaxing around him. It was a good feeling.
He hugged her close, kissing her softly.
"Mmm, not bad. Even better now."
He winked at her.
"How are you?"
"I'm alright. A little confused though, I have to admit."
She wandered over to his table, holding his hand. "I visited Scott on Tuesday."
He settled and pulled her to the seat next to him.
"What's wrong?"
Then he nodded.
"Ohhhhh, boy issues, huh?"
"Yeah. He's just. . . a lot of the things I knew that my Scott could be in time. But he's also almost fifteen years younger than me. And you know, I like spending my time with you."
She smiled at him. "You understand what I've been through, and you're smart, funny, ravenous. . . you've done me a lot of good already."
Bruce smiled softly.
"I am fond of being with you, myself."
He ruffled her hair.
"You should do as you need to do. I'm not going anywhere."
"I just want to make sure that if I do anything I'm doing it for the right reasons. Sleeping with Scott because I love another version of him isn't right, and dumping you for Scott for that reason is even less right. But shutting him out because I'm afraid of being hurt is also, you know, not right."
She sighed. "I swear, the Summerses exist to bring drama into my life, sometimes."
"Makes sense. Talk to him, too, if you can, and let him know how you feel? I think that he, like me, would appreciate the honesty."
He nodded and rubbed her hair.
"Or maybe you all just make it together."
She straightened her hair and stuck her tongue out. "I will. I'll call him during the weekend, after all my work is done."
She stroked his face softly. "I'm hoping to minimize the drama as much as possible."
He smiled.
"Always a good thing."
He kissed her, soft and warm.
"And I am glad to help fill up your nights."
"I wouldn't mind if you filled my days a little more too. I think I need to fully explore my options."
She stroked his face softly. "You are a very interesting man, and I enjoy spending my time with you."
Bruce smiled.
"Well. I'm glad. And I hope that whatever happens, I can always be there for you."
"I hope so too." Jean rested her head on his shoulder. "You are pretty incredible, Bruce."
He stroked her hair.
"How is your return going, business wise? Did you find out what all you did, or the person you replaced did, rather?"
Jean chuckled a little, waving for a waitress so she could get a drink. "I'm a fashion designer, apparently. I have a dog named Margie, and I'm inexplicably allergic to cats. I think she had a boyfriend, or at least a guy she had sex with, because he keeps calling. I'm trying to figure out if I want to break up with him or not."
Bruce chuckled.
"As ever, your life is wont to be complicated. But you always have been good at clothing. Maybe it will be fun? I am mostly working on the usual, wandering and working on the ever elusive cure. Most of my time is spent in avoiding anger and stress."
"I know a woman in Milan, at (address), who can apparently soothe stress just by looking at you." She smiled shyly. "I'll probably find some way to deal with him. A small psychic suggestion and a little acting on my part should help him find a more fruitful relationship."
He grinned at her and touched her face.
"You are pretty good at it yourself."
Then he nodded.
"If I can help at all, let me know."
His eyes sparkled.
"I enjoy exploring the ...fruits, of this relationship."
"I was talking about me." She handed him a business card with the same address on it. "Feel free to come by anytime."
She smirked a little, and kissed him gently. "Maybe tonight?"
He facepalmed.
"Oh~! Right. Yes."
He blushed and grinned.
"Sounds like fun. We can chat and snuggle and eat dinner, and maybe watch a movie and then fuck like bunnies."
He winked.
"You know, whatever."
His expression made Jean break out in a gale of giggles. "That sounds wonderful. As soon as you finish your drink we'll be off."
He chuckled and downed his drink in one long gulp, then nodded.
"It would be my pleasure."
He kissed her and winked.
"Shall we?"
She kissed back eagerly, her arms wrapping around him. "Yes. Let's go."
He led the way out, and turned them toward the nearest portkey.
"Portkey? Or conventional flight?"
Then he nodded to someone as they passed
"Settling into this world is an odd thing."
"Portkey's faster from this part of the world." She wiped the meory of Bruce's slip from the pedestrian's mind. "You'd think it would be easier, hiding when no one is looking for us."
She touched the portkey for Rome.
"I am getting into bad habits, sadly."
Then he too touched the portkey. He smiled as he blinked and appeared in the new city.
"Looks lovely."
He winked at her.
"And so is the scenery."
She laughed, kissing him again. "One more hop."
This time she clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist.
"This is fun, traveling--"
He grinned at her and touched the portkey, kissing her
.
"--with you."
"Maybe we could travel together sometime. It would be interesting, to say the least."
She led him to her house, and the sound of barking started as soon as she came close.
"Hush, Margie."
He nodded.
"Sounds like fun. I enjoy the Far East especially. There is so much beauty to be seen."
He chuckled.
"Your dog, I presume?"
His smirk was a gentle one.
"Then we should definitely go." She nodded, waving the lock open. "Yes, this is my big baby. Sit, Margie."
Margie was a yorkshire terrier, and full of energy. She sat, still wiggling with excitement. "She loves people."
He chuckled as he followed, amazed he was here with this wonderful woman, and feeling happy.
He glanced around her nice place.
"Looks nice."
Then he grinned.
"And hello there, Margie. Aren't you a magnificent lady?"
Jean beamed and Margie stood, wagging her tail and bouncing. Jean shuffled the dog out the back door and turned back to Bruce. "Tour?"
He nodded.
"Please. I am curious to see how you live, oh mysterious beauty."
She laughed and led Bruce through her small but highly personalized house. "The lady before me was really into the clean lines of Asian designers, and really had a thing for textures."
All of the walls were done with different faux finishes, and each one had it own color pallate.
"Will you keep it the same, or make it anew to be yours?"
He was curious, casting a glance at her.
"I'll redo some rooms, but not all of them."
The tour cncluded with her bedroom,which had dark blue walls and ceilings. Small nubs stuck out of the walls at random intervals. She flipped a swotch next to the bed, and the nubs illuminated, showing that they were in the shape of the midsummer sky for that region.
He nodded, looking around, and grinning as they came to her bedroom.
"Wow... it's beautiful..."
He turned to her.
"Almost as beautiful as you."
She smiled and kissed him, her fingers stroking through his hair. "It's impressive. But I don't know if I'll keep it."
She sighed a little. "I spent too much time in space to think of the stars as anything but a symbol of loneliness and cold."
He nodded.
"I can understand that. Perhaps something more Earthbound. I know of some lovely landscapes."
he kissed her softly in return, stroking her belly gently.
She groaned softly, nodding. "Yes. I may keep the lights, but change the colors, since it is such a pretty effect."
Her dress dropped off of her shoulders, revealing the nothing underneath. "Or you could make this room seem less empty and lonely."
Bruce gaped, and then smiled and bent forward to kiss her, softly.
"I will do so gladly, Jean."
And he swept her to her bed, laying her down gently as he dropped his clothing and crawled up her body kissing and nipping along the way, licking her every few inches, until he hovered over her and kissed her again.
"Condoms?"
"Top drawer of the bedside table." Her voice was breathless. She liked how he would take charge of the situation.
He grabbed one and slowly inched it down himself, groaning, as one hand slid a finger into her pussy. Then he slid between her legs completely, wiggling as he pressed against her and raised her legs up, spreading them wide open and nipping at the flesh between them before he thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy.
Jean moaned loudly, her body tensing as he pentrated her. It felt fantastic, as always. "Mmmm, oh fuck yes."
Pleasure shot through her mind, and she shared that pleasure with Bruce quite happily.
He moaned under that stimulation and began to fuck her, slowly entering and leaving her, building up speed with each thrust until he was pounding into her body, fucking her hard and fast hands groping her ass.
The bed protested, but it couldn't be heard over Jean's groans and cries. Her telekinesis stroked over Bruce's body, finding the places he most liked to be touched, even as she wiggled to make him hit her sensitive places with each pounding thrust.
Bruce pounded away, driving his hard cock deep into Jean's pussy, moaning and groaning as he fucked her, and loving how her powers touched him, and made him feel good. He followed her leads, and stroked her sensitive spots, his cock hard and large.
It felt as though she was immersed in pleasure, and nothing in the world mattered more than his cock pounding into her vagina.When she finally came, it fekt as though her entire body would shake apart with the power of her orgasm.
Bruce felt so incredible as she came and he slammed into her, hard, and came, crying out her name.
She panted and met his eyes, lips red and swollen from the rough kisses.
She was about to offer to go down on him when her phone rang. She blinked and waved her purse over, to see if it was important.
Bruce paused, and cocked his head, waiting to see and hear what was up.
Meanwhile, on the phone, Scott was bouncy.
"Hey, Jean, how are you?"
"I'm good!" Her voice was high and breathy. "But, um, kind of busy. . . But also very glad you called."
She facepalmed. I'm sorry, Bruce, I thought it was work.
Her telekinesis stroked his body, and she remained facepalmed on the bed. "How are you?"
Scott facepalmed.
"I am so sorry. I should call back later? Damn."
He groaned.
Bruce chuckled and shook his head.
He mouthed an 'It's okay.' as he turned and rolled away to lay and rest while she was busy.
"No. It's really okay. I've already stopped, so there's no point in hanging up later. Beside, it's good to hear your voice again.
She sat up, and poured herself a glass of water.
Scot nodded and breathed.
"Uhm, okay. I just thought I would call and, ah see, if you qwere busy this next week..."
He was blushing and stuttering.
Bruce faceplamed and watched, chuckling quietly.
Jean tried not to giggle. "Except for a couple meetings, I'm free. Would you like to do something Wednesday, if the grandbabies are alright?"
Or even if they aren't, really.
"Sounds good. I'd like that a lot. Maybe dinner? I could cook."
"Perfect. I'll meet you at your place around six?"
She wrote it down on the pad on her desk, her telekinetic handwriting worse than her real handwriting.
"Sounds good to me."
He nodded.
"See you then."
Bruce chuckled as he watched her.
"Take care. I'll call you later. Thanks for giving me another chance."
She smiled a little. This was weird, but it could be fun.
Scott smiled.
"You're worth it."
Then he hung up and went back to freaking out.
Bruce, meanwhile, was watching Jean.
"Everything okay?"
Jean started to laugh. "I feel whorish, but other than that, no."
Bruce blinked.
"Why?"
He eyed her.
"You are a woman dating around. I don't think that is whorish."
"I know." She sighed and turned her phone off, putting it back on the charger. "But I've never been as crass as aswering the phone to talk to possible date number two while guy I'm dating number one is still inside me."
Bruce smiled wryly.
"Odd times call for odd measures?"
He shrugged.
"Sounds like a good kid."
"I'm sorry, Bruce. I didn't mean to do that. It just. . . I don't know if he would have called back again."
She sighed. "I'm sorry."
He blinked, then shook his head.
"Jean, breathe, really. It's okay."
She sighed, and scooted closer to Bruce, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm just not used to non-emergencies."
Her hands stroked his back and chest.
"I know the feeling."
He kissed her gently and hugged her.
"It takes some getting used to. Best bet is to just settle in here, before doing anything else."
"Yeah." She snuggled next to him. "Thank you for being so understanding."
He smiled and snuggled her close, stroking her hair.
"Not hard to do when you have as many years as I do."
She kissed him, her hands stroking over his neck and shoulders. "We might as well eat, since we're already taking a break."
He grinned.
"Sounds good to me. Want me to cook?"
"I'd never turn down a meal you cooked. You're quite good at it."
She beamed at him, standing slowly. What a night!
He blushed and stood too, and quite thoroughly groped her from breasts to ass, then walked past, heading out to find her kitchen.
Jean followed after, showing him telepathically where the kitchen was. It was pretty well stocked, since she had time to make her own meals now.
He started cooking slowly, finding things, but soon had a merry beef stew cooking as he turned to kiss her and grin at her.
"There. Food is begun."
She kissed back, pouring herself a glass of cold water from the fridge. "It already smells wonderful."
He smiled, watching her, then went back to watching over the food.
"With such company as you, how could it be otherwise?"
"Pretty easily if you let yourself get distracted."
Her telekinesis stroked over Bruce's body, just a light touch, for the moment.
He laughed.
"Then don't be a naughty girl and distract me..."
She smirked. "When I'm good, I'm great. But when I'm bad, I'm better."
This was accompanied by a saucy wink, and followed by a girlish giggle.
He laughed and swatted her ass.
"Well, be good now, and I will punish you later."
"Good. I'm a sucker for punishment." Years as an X-man were proof enough of that.
Bruce laughed.
"Aren't we all?"
And how many years had he been wandering? Far too many.
"Obviously."
She snuggled next to him, kissing his neck.
He hugged her, stroking her back, hand wandering up to play with her hair as he watched the food.
A few minutes later he nodded and gently moved away from her as he adjusted a few things, then grinned.
"Dinner in five minutes, beautiful!"
"Great. What would you like to drink?"
She dug through the fridge, taking inventory of the drinks.
"Something light? No need to let loose anyone other than you and I tonight."
"Of course. I was thinking of cranberry juice, myself."
No need to give her liver another work out.
"Sounds good to me. Make me one on ice?"
He busied himself with watching the final stages of the cooking, then laying all of it out on plates.
Jean poured them both drinks and moved to the table. "This is a little familiar." But that definitely wasn't a bad thing.
He canted his head.
"Oh?"
Curious Bruce was curious.
"The last time we had dinner together the table died."
He laughed.
"Not this time. The bed is a much better place for sex, I think."
He winked at her as he handed her a plate.
She grinned and ate, stroking his body every minute or two.
He shivered under her touches and ate, giving back soft caresses with an idle hand.
"Mmmm, and how has discovering your replacee's life here gone?"
"Good. There have been a lot of really nice surprises." She smiled brightly. "Margie is such a sweetheart, and I missed having a dog a lot."
Bruce smiled.
"Good. You deserve good thing. I hope that life continues to give you only good things."
"It's given me a lot of good stuff." She grinned at Bruce.
Bruce winked at her and settled her plate in front of her.
"So eat up. You should keep your strength up..."
He winked at her.
She shook her head, laughing. "Okay, okay!"
She ate with a passion, enjoying the food a great deal.
He smiled and went at his own food as well, grinning at her throughout the meal, until at last both were done.
Then he kissed her, hard and grinned.
"I think we should go test out that bed..."
"Yes." She beamed up at him, and kissed back eagerly. This was a very fun night, all in all.