Jean did find it ironic that he'd pulled on his jeans since she was pretty intently doing her best to figure out a way to remove them without being too forward herself. At least until he started pulling on her clothing. She would take that as a signal that his own clothing was fair game and her fingers, which had been exploring his chest would quickly work their way lower to work the closure free on his jeans. She was fine with exploring... for now... so long as it was mutual.
The small analytical voice in her mind couldn't help its commentary, amused at the slashed bedding before she no longer even noticed it, much more intently focused on something else entirely. The discomfort of a bed-spring poking her in the hip was quickly forgotten when she felt Logan pressing against her, poking her just as insistently but in a much more pleasurable way.
Her last thought, before she was utterly consumed by him, was that the sun was slowly coming up outside. The night was over. Just as well, since she didn't plan to sleep... at least, not for a while.