|Jean Grey (nomorephoenix) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2009-01-13 22:52:00
|Entry tags:||jean grey|
Who: Jean and Bruce
What: ringing in the new year
When: New Year's Eve
Warnings: sex, tl;dr
Jean stood in the elevator, bouncing as she traveled up to Bruce's room. She'd been looking forward to this for a long time. Her date with Scott had been excellent, and she knew that she would probably have a blast with Bruce as well.
This dating two people thing was confusing, but kind of interesting.
Bruce answered his door and grinned, looking her up and down.
"Hello, Jean. You are just in time."
He kissed her and welcomed her into the place, stepping back. He led the way into a room in the back, where they could see a bottle of wine chilled next to two chairs and a small table with several plates of steaming food, and a big screen television on mute showing Times' square.
"Make yourself at home."
She kissed him back, holding his hand as he led her to the room. "How have you been? It's been a while since we last saw each other."
He smiled widely and kissed her more seriously as he settled her to the chair.
"I have been excellent, save for not seeing you. My work goes on, and nothing has gone wrong, even if I have had no leads. Meanwhile, I work in a small clinic, and do what I can. It has been a quiet few weeks."
He poured wine and handed her a glass.
"And what about you? What have you been up to, and how have you been?"
"I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for." She stroked his face and neck. "I worked on a few commissions, spent time With Scott and Nathan, and took Margie to the groomer's. Pretty dull, but nice.
She accepted the glass of wine, sipping it delicately. "Mmmm. Oh! I also met the other woman who's helping with Domino's babies. Wait, I told you that already."
Life was dull. She settled in the chair, hands reaching out to stroke Bruce's side. "How is it here?"
"Sounds like a good time."
He smiled at her.
"It's okay. I enjoy spending time with you and hearing about your adventures."
He grinned and kissed her.
"Pretty quiet. But good. I will probably move again as usual soon."
He smiled and stroked her face.
She sighed and leaned into his touch, kissing him back gently. "You don't have to keep running, Bruce. There are safe places for you in this world."
Her home, for example.
He shook his head.
"It's better this way. I keep moving and people dont connect the occasional appearances of the Hulk to me."
"How long has it been, Bruce?" Her voice was soft. "I haven't read about it in the paper."
Her hands stroked through his hair, and she moved to sit on his lap.
"Two weeks. Before Christmas."
"He trashed a cabin in the woods, nothing more."
Jean nodded, kissing Bruce softly. "Come stay with me. Who better to be near you when you're out of control? I can at least keep your darker side occupied."
He stiffened, then sighed.
"Even you have your off moments, Jean. I would not want you put in that danger."
"You shouldn't live like a fugitive, Bruce. And I have a constant connection to others who can help me if I need it."'
She stroked his shoulders, so he would relax.
He smiled and hugged her softly, then kissed her.
"Thank you, Jean. Maybe someday. "
She sighed and nodded. "In your own time. But you will always have a haven where ever I am."
She kissed him thoroughly, hands grabbing large chunks of hair, though she was careful not to pull.
He smiled and stroked her face softly.
"Thank you, Jean. You are a comfort."
He hugged her close, kissing her again, snuggling her tightly.
She snuggled into his arms, just resting for a moment.
"How long until next year?"
He smiled and kissed her softly, stroking her back.
"Just an hour left now... want to watch it come in out here, or in the bedroom?"
She laughed. "You are supposed to welcome it kissing someone you like. I think starting the year off in your bed wuold be just about right, Bruce."
She kissed him deeply, hands stroking his neck and scalp.
He grinned and kissed her again, blushing.
"Then I think we should go there, dear one."
He rose and gathered her into his arms, and inked.
"And you would feel good next to me or under me, as the New Year began..."
She laughed and snuggled into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck. "That sounds delightful."
Her telekinesis stroked over his body, loosing his clothing. Her own dress slid open (being a wrap around design), revealing her body to him.
He smiled and groaned, wiggling with her as he stripped his own clothing away. Soon they lay together on the bed, and he kissed her harder, hands stroking her revealed body as he pulled her against him.
Jean groaned softly, and kissed Bruce deeply, her hands grazing over his body, touching and taking in every inch and curve of his skin.
"You're amazing, Bruce. I'm so glad I met you."
Her lips caressed down to his throat. "Would you like to try a temporary mental link? It's kind of invasive, but it can make things more intimate."
She didn't want to intrude, since it was his head, and he probably had opinions about what went on in there. Part of her hoped that he would say yes, but mostly she was expecting him to say no.
"I would like that. It sounds intriguing, and I am very interested in touching you in every way I can."
He gathered her against him, tightly, and kissed her even more.
"Just stay away from the door."
She nodded, and slowly caressed his mind the way he caressed her body.
It was a very minor link, and she came nowhere near the door that held the Hulk at bay. This was just to share sensory pleasure. She felt warm and relaxed, and kissed him softly, lust fluttering through her stomach and the link as her hand stroked his hip.
He groaned and kissed her as he felt the link snap in, and gasped, her mind feeling... incredible.
He smiled softly.
"Thank you, Jean."
Care, warmth, lust, and respect, gladness and contentment all flowed to her.
"You're welcome, Bruce."
She kissed him, her hand moving down to stroke his cock. "Mmmm, and you feel so very good inside me, in every way."
Lust and happiness and hope were large in her mind, though there was still some residual guilt over her romantic choices.
But that wasn't stopping her from stroking his cock in the least.
He groaned, and shuddered, stroking her body and lining up against her. He nibbled her ear, breath hot against it.
"Put me inside you, beautiful. I want to feel how incredible you are."
Jean shivered and rolled Bruce onto his back, her body following, his tip always inside her. When she was securely straddling his legs she let her T.K. go, and his cock thrust into her tight pussy all in one thrust, making her cry out loudly. The pleasure and pain flooded the link, and the feeling of being very, very full. "God! So good, Bruce."
He groaned as she sank on him, shuddering and thrusting to meet her.
"So good, beautiful"
He groaned and his lust was in his voice and in the link.
Jean whimpered and started to ride his cock, her body so sensitive, every motion felt huge. Her strong legs moved her body with a certainty that increased every time they had sex. She was getting to know what he liked and disliked.
Her hands stroked his chest as she rode him, whimpering softly, though her pleasure was huge in her mind, combining freely with his, making that much more potent for them both.
He shuddered, rolling his hips to drive his cock deep into her pussy, loving how the silky smoothness of it, the wetness of it, seemed to suck him in and fill him with heat and passion and lust. Her mind next to his made him groan even louder, loving the touch and feel of it. Tentatively, his own stroked her mind lovingly.
Her mind responded, stroking back, and Jean tilted her head a little, smiling widely.
Mmmm, you're not new to this, are you?
Her t.k. stroked his body, and she kept fucking him, harder and faster. This was turning into quite the night.
I learn fast.
He kissed her again, and he ground into her, thrusting up a little harder, and shuddering.
I have some experience, however, with thinking visually inside my head.
Makes sense She moaned loudly, and ground down on him, then leaned forward, so her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone as she rode him. The pleasure rippled through her, leaving no room for thought, only feeling. And the feeling was very, very nice.
He shuddered as he fucked her, groaning.
Every time with you is so incredible...
The feeling of her pleasure washed over him and he willingly opened the gates to let her feel how very good, her hot, tight, and wet pussy felt on him.
Her body twitched, and she closed her eyes, feeling her pleasure take on sharper edges, more focused. . . Her link flooded his mind with her pleasure as she came around his cock, crying out his name in her mind, even though her voice was silent, so the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed.
He groaned as he moved with her, his whole body and mind feeling that pleasure and he responded in kind, coming body and mind, reaching for her in both places, and kissing her, groaning her name as he came deep in her.
Her body and mind accepted him gladly, pulling him in deeper, showing him things that she hadn't been able to express.
She relaxed, arms catching her from falling as she leaned forward. Oh my God, Bruce. It's been so long. . .
This felt more intimate with him. Less like she was molding him, more like they were meeting in the middle, equals. Even if they stopped dating, she wanted to be his friend.
He groaned, and nodded.
You make me happy, dear woman.
He kissed her, his happiness shining in his mind, and his arousal clear in body and mind both.
I am enjoying getting to know you on every level.
Me too. You are an amazing man, and I grow more fond of you every time we meet.
She kissed him slowly, and then rested on his chest. Is there anything you've wanted to know? Since you're here, you might as well get the tour, so to speak.
He blushed and kissed her, then stroked her hair and body.
How are you doing here? And anything I want to know? I don't know, honestly? A million questions occur. Like how you dealt with the phoenix chapter of your life. Like, what do you want in life now? Like, how can I make you happy, because I like doing it.
She nodded, and showed him all he asked, without reservation. Word weren't as useful as thoughts.
The first image was of all the people she had loved, each happy and living their lives fully. Nathan and Domino's marriage sprang to mind, and the time she'd spent the night and watched Lorna and Alex play video games together. Scott and his training. . . each memory had the overtones of contentment and joy. Her family was doing well. That was what she had always wanted, more than anything else.
The Phoenix question left her searching for a moment, and then there was just starry, unchanging blackness. A feeling of weightlessness and anticipation accompanied it. But there was also the distinct feeling of being lost, and very, very alone.
His last two questions were difficult. She thought of her house, so big, so ready to be filled with a family. But only her and Margie there, in a house that had more life in its decor than in its walls.
He gently kissed her.
"Why didn't you tell me? Oh Jean..."
His mind was cluttered with thoughts. Fear for her, fear for others, fear of himself. He hugged her close in body and mind and the other side of him rumbled, deep and dark.
You are important to me. If it means that much to you, of course, I will come there. It will be... I am not always easy around people, but I will try.
She shifted a little, embarrassed, now. She soothed him softly, her hands running over his face softly.
"I didn't want to pressure you. And you still shouldn't come if it will make you uncomfortable. Beside, I was afraid you'd think it was just a sex thing, and it's really not."
It was a 'Bruce is really awesome' thing.
"Though sex is nice." She giggled a little at the amendment.
He blushed and kissed her.
"You mean a great deal to me, and I do not feel pressured. Is it hard for me to be around people, yes. But I like you and I like making you smile."
He stroked her face.
"And I would love to live with you."
Then he laughed.
"And sex with you is really awesome too."
He patted her ass softly.
"You body is amazing, and you use it well."
She hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Bruce."
His last comment made her blush, and she giggled, poking his side gently, now much more cheerful than she had been prior to their talk.
He kissed her and groped her ass a little harder and then snuggled her closely.
I love to see you smile.
Contentment shone across the link.
His contentment found an answer in her own, and she groaned softly. "Mmmmm, so nice."
She glanced at the clock. Fifteen minutes. Want to start 2009 pounding that big, hard cock into my ass?
He smiled at her and groaned at her words.
Yes... I would like that a lot... your ass is so small and hot and my cock is so large and hard and I plan on fucking you until you scream with utter contentment.
She shivered, lust spiking in her mind. Where's the lube?
She moved gently, so he could get up, spreading herself out on her stomach, wiggling her ass for him.
He grinned, rolling up, and getting the lube, stroking his cock as he watcvhed her wiggle.
I like talking to you this way...
He lubed his cock up, which hard grown harder and bigger at the idea of fucking that hot and tight ass of hers.
And I love fucking you.
He gently stroked her asshole with one finger, lube pressing into her, slowly.
I like it too. Very. . . close. She groaned as that finger slid into her. And I love how deep and hard you fuck my tight little ass, Bruce.
He groaned and slowly pressed that finger in and out of her, widening her out gently, then with a second finger, and finally with a third.
"Oh, God, baby... so tight and hot, your ass always feels good, and I have a feeling it will feel even better tonight."
Jean groaned and that feeling of being opened up, the pain and pleasure streaked through her mind, and into Bruce's. She whimpered a little as he prepared her, loving his large his cock was, and how he used it in her.
He gently prepared her, and then pulled himself up behind her, lubed and ready. His cock pressed against that tiny hole and he pushed, gently. As she opened around him, he groaned.
So good, so hot and tight, and oh my god, Jean... your ass feels incredible...
Jean whimpered and groaned, holding herself still while he pressed into her.
It hurt a lot. Even when he'd be thrusting into her with three fingers, it hadn't opened her enough for his cock. She whimpered loudly, a small cry escaping her mouth when he finally got the entirety of his head inside her.
But the pleasure and pain she received from him was as intense, in a different way, than the pleasure and pain she was sending him.
Oh, Bruce! Her mental voice was loud. Fuck, yes.
He shuddered under the assault of her pleasure and pain, eyes widening as he felt it from her point of view. Oh fuck...
He groaned as he slowly moved in her ass. His pleasure was like a torrent, rushing to her mind.
So incredible Jean...
Jean whimpered and groaned. Sharing the sensations made them even more powerful, and she cried out loudly, mentally and physically. "YES!"
Mmm, fuck me Bruce. Pound me with that cock. I want to feel it so bad, baby.
He was slowly fucking her, driving his hard cock deep into that tight little ass. He wondered at how amazing her ass felt, and he groaned as he fucked her there.
So good, so hot... so incredible...
Her pleasure and pain matched his pleasure and he was driven to fuck her harder, the pleasure roaring through the link.
This was all a lot for her brain to handle. His pleasure mixed freely with hers, and she found herself close to orgasm already. She didn't hold back as that feeling rose in her, but instead shared it with Bruce, showing him how incredible the orgasms he gave her were, even as she cried out again, loosing herself in the pleasure.
He cried out as she came, shuddering in her pleasure as it filled his mind and he came, deep in her ass, slamming as far in as he could go, lost in the sensations as he came in her.
He groaned as he pulled out slowly, and fell over, pleasure roaring through his mind and body.
Jean gasped and sighed, relaxing utterly into the bed. The sound of partying came from the open balcony window, and Jean glanced at the clock. 12:01. She laughed and showed it to Bruce, not really up for using words, yet.
He snuggled close and kissed her, laughing at the time.
He stroked her body, barely moving.
She snuggled and kissed him, sighing softly. Sleepy time, I think. Want me to cut the link?
She didn't want him to be uncomfortable, after all.
"Eh, why? It's nice."
He kissed her and closed his eyes, smiling.
That made her smile brightly. She didn't say or think any words, but the happiness shone in her mind.
She relaxed more, and kissed Bruce gently. Sleep well, my sexy man.
Sleep well, Dear Jean...
And sleep took him.