Title: Waking Dream
Author: Kessily
E-Mail: Kessily@aol.com
Feedback:I would love feedback, please? *insert pitiful whimper here*

Summary: Some stuff happens, then some other stuff happened. and in conclusion some some stuff happened. *grin*

Pairing: Logan/Jean
Rated: R
Warnings:Sex/ a few swears/ some kinky stuff (spanking )
Disclaimer- I don't own the X-men, Marvel does, I just abuse them and love them and occasionally hug them :)

Logan was exhausted. Too fuckin' exhausted to be sittin' at a computer console at two in the damn mornin' waiting for some crisis to pop up that would need all the varied skills of the specialized team of mutant super heros- The X-men... Cue narrative intro and music...

"What a crock," he muttered. He had felt like anything but a superhero lately. One massive fuck up after another had followed the team, like a curse. He was almost convinced that Stephen King was writing the script for his life. It seemed wholly unbelievable at times.

People dying, people coming back, and don't forget evil alternate selves from futures that would never exist. Goddamn joke, that's what it was. Some deity had it in for the X-men, and it damn sure wasn't the weather goddess Storm.

He leaned back in the chair and kicked his feet up onto the console. He took perverse pleasure knowing how much it annoyed Scott when he did it. Fuck it, fearless leader had crashed hours ago anyway. Damn it, he wished he was asleep too.

It wasn't that he begrudged Scott the sack time. He didn't, but they'd all been runnin pretty close to the edge lately. Exhaustion seemed damn near close to settlin' in his bones fer good. He 'spected he'd catch a short nap here and there throughout the night. The alarm would wake him quick 'nuff if somethin' came up, and he was a seasoned vet. He could sleep anytime anywhere, but nothin' was quite the same as yer own bed.

He yawned and settled in for a long shift. He was asleep even sooner then he expected. Drifting shadows, things half-remembered, things best forgotten tripped through his sleeping mind. He groaned out loud, almost waking himself from the nightmares. He clawed towards the surface but another memory grabbed him and dragged him down.

Pain, bursting and throbbing. He'd been awake when they'd hurt him for all the good it had done. He'd had no more control over it then, then he did now snared in his dreams. He relived over and over again until a scream began rising in the back of his throat.

Logan!!!

The sterile room, knives, mad scientists and all vanished. He stood in the control room again. Awake? No, well...maybe. It was hard to tell.

Logan?

Huh? "Jean?" Logan said out loud. He looked around but he was alone. "Am I awake?" he wondered.

Nope, we're both asleep pal

"Jean? Damn it, I know that's you. Where are ya?" Logan said. Spinning around slowly, he looked for her.

I'm here

Jean stepped out of the shadows. She smelled real, looked real, but he knew she hadn't been there a second ago. "Hello Logan," Jean said slyly as she took the conversation verbal. There was a devious grin on her face that didn't match her usual behavior.

"Hey Jean, thought you went to bed," Logan said. Not a question. He knew she had.

"I did. I am in bed. I told you...this is a dream," she reminded him. She moved towards him, stalking him.

He backed up nervously. Every sense told him that this was Jean but her behavior was...wilder. More free then Jean ever allowed herself to be. There'd always been an animal magnetism between them. He would have pursued it but there was Scott. The sexy redhead loved Scott and Logan wouldn't tempt her to do anything she would regret. She was too special for that.

"Jean, what are ya doin red?" Logan said. He swallowed convulsively as Jean cornered him and invaded his personal space. Damn woman, didn't know what she was doin' to him... or did she.

"What am I doing?" Jean asked in surprise. "I thought it was obvious Logan. I'm seducing you." Jean moved forward and pressed herself so tightly against him that even molecules of air would have trouble squeezing between them. She molded her body to his and kissed him deeply.

Logan fought against it. Fought hard, knowing that he would have to give in to the inevitable. "Jesus," he groaned and then grabbed her violently. He spun her around and thrust her hard against the wall. He grabbed a handful of thick red hair and used it to tug her head to the side.

He licked the side of her neck, just where the pulse was felt. It felt good. He could feel her blood throbbing hotly through her body and it excited him. He bit into her neck, not deeply but firmly. Firm enough to leave marks. Marks. Mine. Mark her as mine, he thought.

He broke the embrace, stepped back panting. "Red," he said.

"Yes Logan?" Jean replied. Her face flushed beautifully and her hair wild. The tight T-shirt she wore showed her nipples clearly. They were hard, pressing against the material and enticing him to touch, lick, and suck.

He dragged his eyes up to meet hers. "You sure 'bout this?" he asked. He had to ask but God please don't change your mind, he thought.

Jean tilted her head. Her wide green eyes stared at him appraisingly. Suddenly she reached down and unsnapped her jeans. She shoved them down and kicked them off in one quick movement. " Do I look sure?" she asked, standing in only her shirt and panties.

"You look about ready to be fucked darlin'" Logan said in a growl. His low throbbing voice made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her panties dampened instantly in response.

"Scott?" Logan tried again desperately. He was already moving close to her again.

"It's okay. It's a dream, we won't even remember this tomorrow Logan," Jean insisted as she raised her lips to be kissed.

Fuck it, worry about the consequences later. He grabbed her again, not gently. Rough and hard the way they both wanted it. Needed it. Clothes in the way, Snikt no problem.

Logan used one claw to slice through the front of her shirt and then caught the panties on the outer leg. Slicing the seam until they dropped to her feet. Useless scraps of material now.

"Logan," Jean said. He didn't hear, or ignored. "Logan?" Jean tried again. He was too intent on ravishing her breasts to respond. LOGAN!

Mental message did the trick. His eyes registered comprehension. "Logan, let me go," Jean said softly.

Eye narrowed, he stepped back, she changed her mind? Didn't smell like she had. Desire and need rolled off of her body. The scent so strong it was driving him insane.

"No, I haven't changed my mind," Jean said. Reading his thoughts, maybe literally. "I want you...my way."

She grabbed Logan's hand. Large and calloused from many years of hard labor and fighting, it was rough against her own soft skin. She pulled him to the chair and pushed him gently into it. "Sit," she ordered.

"Anything you say Darlin'" Logan replied. He was confused but as long as Jean had no intention of leaving he was content to wait.

She dropped down between his legs and put her hand over the bulge in his crotch. Grasping and kneading through the thick jean in a proprietary manner. She was marking him in her own fashion. She unfastened the button fly slowly, dragging it out to tease him. One button....two...Jesus why didn't she hurry up.

As soon as the last button had been undone she slipped her hand inside, caressing his erection still trapped in his white briefs. Logan lifted his hips so she could tug his jeans down. She started to tug his underwear down as well but then stopped.

"Cut them," she ordered with a grin.

"Cut them? Why?" Logan asked.

"You cut mine off...fair's fair after all," Jean explained. She licked her lips teasingly and once again one claw sprang from his hand. He cut through the white cotton and she ripped them away with a pleased look.

Logan just shook his head. Trust a redhead to want revenge for something done in the heat of passion.

Not revenge, just...okay it's revenge

Jean's mental chuckle after her admission made Logan smile. "Thought so darlin'" Logan replied smugly.

"Tsk, tsk Logan. Be nice, you wouldn't want me to stop what I'm doing now would you?" Jean asked in a teasing voice. Since what she was doing at the moment was running her fingernails lightly up his shaft, he certainly didn't want that!

"Too late to stop now Darlin' you don't finish what you started and..." Logan trailed off with a groan. Jean had dipped her head low and licked the tip of his penis.

"And what Logan? What would you do if I stopped now?" Jean let go of him abruptly and sat back on her heels as she regarded him. "Well?" she demanded when he didn't immediately answer.

"Darlin' you stop now and I swear I'll blister yer ass till ya can heat yer own bathwater just by sittin' in it," Logan threatened with a growl. There were some things ya just didn't joke about, and leavin' a guy like this was one of them!

"Oh my," Jean whispered. "Well, we certainly don't want that after all it's so hard to get just the right bath temperature," Jean responded still teasing the gruff Canadian X-man. She leaned forward again. This time she placed her mouth directly on his throbbing erection and allowed it to slide into her mouth.

Logan's hands moved to the back of her head instinctively wanting to move her closer. So close that he would be able to touch the back of her throat with his shaft, but she moved back. She took her mouth away. Her wonderful warm mouth, and grinned impishly. " Uh uh uhhh...naughty Logan, be patient," she suggested.

With a growl he dropped his hands back to the arms of the chair. He wrapped his strong fingers around the leather grips and dug his nails into them as her mouth descended again. This time she devoured him, sucking him deep and long.

He raised his hips, his back arching out of the chair involuntarily with pleasure. Suddenly he was jerking spasmodically, cumming hard from her tongue, lips, and mouth. Fantasies fulfilled...at least one of them. He'd dreamed about her for so many years but Jesus the reality...

"What the fuck?!?" suddenly Logan was alone. He was indeed sitting in his chair but his pants were still on, even if they were damp in front. He didn't need to feel the stickiness on the inside of his briefs to know he'd just orgasmed. He could still feel waves of it coursing through him.

Was it just a dream? He hadn't had a wet dream in...God knew how long. But...suddenly a phantom touch. It felt like lips. He'd been kissed enough times to know lips. Someone, no not someone, it had been Jean. Jean has pressed her lips to his. It didn't matter that she wasn't in the room. Not with her telekinesis it didn't.

Why though? If she wanted him why not come in person? Why play with his dreams? Unless...He thought about it. Yeah, she'd said it was a dream, never realizing her powers were interacting with him while she slept. She'd said they wouldn't remember, well she was wrong, he sure as hell remembered. Not only did he remember but he had an uncomfortably sticky mess as proof of her ministrations.

Logan shook his head, chuckling. Jean might be faithful to Scott when she was awake, but in her dreams she obviously had another idea. Her wild side was going to find an outlet somehow, that much was obvious.

Upstairs Jean smiled in her sleep. She turned over in the bed, making small noises as she cuddled closer to Scott. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, never realizing that her dreams were full of another X-man entirely. One with wild black hair and a gruff dominating manner. One who excited her in a way that Scott never did, even if he didn't offer the sense of safety and stability that her husband gave her.

End Part 1

Logan rubbed his forehead wearily. It had been a long and confusing night. The thing with Jeanie...cripes. He couldn't even begin to figure out what the hell had happened there. His shift was over and sack time was definitely on the agenda, but first he needed to talk to Jean.

Jean Grey Summers was an early riser normally. This morning was no exception. In fact after restless twisting she had gotten up even before her usual time. She decided that a morning run was exactly what she needed to clear disturbing images from her head.

Two miles out, two miles back was a good long run. She trotted onto the patio and then took her time to walk until she cooled down. The yellow jogging outfit she wore was damp with the sweat of honest exercise. Oh wait, women didn't sweat, they glowed Jean remembered with a grin.

She pulled the elastic sweatband off of her forehead and shook out her long red hair. Then, going into a series of stretches to work the kinks out of her muscles. She was bent down and to the left, wrapping both arms around her long tanned leg when she saw Logan behind her.

She felt suddenly exposed, bent like this with her ass sticking out. She straightened up quickly and turned to greet her teammate. " Logan, good morning," she said. Both arms crossed over her chest self-consciously. She didn't quite understand why she felt so awkward. Like she was a schoolgirl instead of a woman.

"Mornin Jeanie, been runnin?" Logan asked rhetorically.

"Mm-hmm nice morning for it," Jean replied. "Well I... guess I'd better go shower," Jean replied in a quavering voice. She felt so strange. Logan moved closer to her and she felt even stranger.

"What's your rush darlin'?" he asked. Close enough to touch now, he reached out. He didn't let his hand touch her skin. Instead he brought it to within an inch of her and let it move along the line of her jaw. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered in the warm morning sun.

She could feel the heat radiating from him and it was doing something to her. Her heart seemed to be hampering against her chest. Lips parting breathlessly she stared at the Canadian wild man. "Stop," she whispered almost silently. She swallowed hard and tried again, "Don't touch me."

"I'm not touchin' ya Jeanie," Logan pointed out with a grin. He could hear the throbbing of her pulse, could smell her excitement and it was making it hard to retain control over his animal side. He wanted to stalk her like she was a helpless animal, his prey.

"D.don't, I don't want this," she mumbled. Her body was frozen in its tracks. She tried to move back, to evade his presence but she couldn't make herself do it.

"Don't lie ta me Jeanie," He leaned close to her and inhaled deeply. " I can smell you," he reminded her.

She flushed with embarrassment, and was suddenly angry. "I'm not lying!" she retorted.

"Whatever you say darlin'" Logan said agreeably. He finally let his fingers gently graze her cheek and she flinched. "But, scents don't lie."

"Damn you!" Jean said in a fury. Her hand flashed out and slapped him hard across the face. One of her long fingernails scratched across his cheek and drop of blood beaded, and then ran down.

Her eyes flew open, wide and horrified. She looked down at her hand like it had betrayed her. Logan's eyes narrowed. He reached up with one thick finger and wiped the thin trail of blood from his cheek. The scratch beneath it had already healed.

"Yer gonna regret that Jeanie, " he said with a growl. He wasn't angry but it wasn't a dream now. This was real life and she wasn't going to have the upper hand there like she had when he slept.

"Logan I'm so sorry!" Jean exclaimed suddenly. She longed to touch his face but didn't dare. Despite her red hair her temper was normally fairly even. She never acted like that, never. But she had. She didn't know why, but she had. "I don't know what happened."

"Shouldn't keep those passions of yers buried so deep. They're startin' to sneak out doll. First while you sleep, then..." he trailed off.

The two red spots on her cheeks deepened. " I don't know what you're talking about."

Logan appraised her. No, she really didn't know what he was talking about. She was embarrassed because of her dreams but didn't yet realize it hadn't been entirely a dream. He decided not to fill in her in. There was something else he needed to do.

He snagged her wrist, raised it to his lips and kissed her pulse point gently. " You slapped me darlin'" he reminded her, still holding her wrist.

"I didn't mean..." Jean stopped and swallowed nervously. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was a little girl in trouble. Why was Logan affecting her this way? There'd always been an undercurrent of desire when she was around him. It had been nothing like...like the intense need she was experiencing now.

"You didn't like the truth when you heard it Jean. So ya lashed out at me. I don't mind a bit of rough sex Jeanie an' I been slapped before," Logan was interrupted.

"We aren't having sex!" Jean exclaimed angrily.

"That would be my point darlin' If it ain't in the 'throes of passion' so ta speak you got no business slappin' me," Logan said sternly.

" I understand that Logan, and I've apologized."

" Apologies ain't always enough Jeanie," he replied.

" Well, what would you like me to do?" she demanded. She was completely exasperated. She knew she shouldn't have slapped him. What did he want her to do, turn back time?

" I don't want you to do anything, but I'm plannin' on teachin' ya a little lesson in manners," Logan replied.

"Logan what are you...no. Oh no!" Jean said quickly. The light began to dawn. She'd heard him use those phrases before. Never on her though. "I'm not one of the kids Logan. You can't treat me like one!"

"Darlin' you weren't acting too mature when you slapped me. You don't like what I got to say, fine. No need to slap me for sayin' though," Logan reminded her.

"I understand that but,"

"But nothin' darlin'. You deserve this and you know it," he responded. He stared. His blue eyes matching her green ones. She sighed. She didn't know what to say. How could she argue? He was right.

"C'mon," he said firmly. He led her to the edge of the patio, still holding her wrist.

"Where are we going?" Jean asked anxiously.

"Well, Jeanie it's like this I didn't think you'd wanna chance someone comin' across me while I was blistering your bare butt," he said.

Jean gasped. In the back of her mind she knew what he was planning on doing but somehow hearing it...it sounded so harsh.

"You don't want Scott ta come downstairs and see ya being treated like a little girl fer instance," Logan pointed. Jean nodded, dry mouthed. She didn't know why she was letting him do this to her. She wondered why she didn't fight or argue as he led her across the manicured lawns and into the deeply wooded area of the estate.

She was confused. She couldn't admit to herself that she wanted it. She craved Logan's touch. She couldn't betray Scott with another man. She wouldn't allow herself to share Logan's bed. She was married and she loved her husband. Every stodgy, and over-worked bit of him.

But God she wanted to Fuck Logan. She wanted him bad and she couldn't have him. Not ever, but she could have this. If Wolverine thought she deserved a spanking then she'd submit that far. She'd have his touch one way or the other. If she couldn't have his body then at least she could have this small part of him. She knew that somewhere inside of her, but her thinking mind knew only that she couldn't help herself. So she followed him into the trees.

When Logan felt they were far enough away from the house he stopped and seated himself on a fallen log. Far enough that no one can hear you scream, Jeanie thought sardonically. She shivered and felt vulnerable, alone with the only man who'd ever made her think twice about marrying Scott.

"You wanna walk away from this Jeanie?" Logan asked, staring hard at her.

She thought, thought hard about walking away. She knew she didn't have to do this. It was her choice. "No."

"Yer choice darlin'," Logan said, nodding agreement with her thoughts. He face held a satisfied look. As though he'd expected her to stay. Damn him for knowing her so well.

End part 2

"You know the routine," Logan said. Waiting for her while he sat on a log like it was the most natural place to be sitting. Well, for him it probably was. He always smelled of the outdoors and Jean knew better then anyone how close the animal side of him was to the surface.

"I... Logan I've never been spanked before," Jean replied hesitantly. Oh she'd seen other people get spanked. Other kids while she was growing up, and many times in the mansion as an adult she had witnessed someone being punished. Never her though, she was the good one who always did what she was supposed to.

Logan raised an eyebrow, "Bout time then, ain't it?" He reached out and pulled her closer to him. Once she was standing between his knees he looked up at her. Keeping his eyes focused on her face he slowly dragged her yellow jogging shorts to her knees. Her satiny panties followed but he didn't look down to see what color they were.

"It's gonna hurt Jean. I ain't gonna lie 'bout that, but I think you need it Red. What's more I think you want it," Logan said in his forthright way. His eyes were frank and sincere. He wasn't asking for her agreement, he knew what he knew, but she nodded anyway.

"Logan I'm..." Jean began, but stopped. She'd been about to say she was scared but of course Logan would know that already.

He touched her cheek gently and smiled to comfort her. "It'll be all right Jeanie," He said. He knew delaying things would only make her more nervous and he wasn't much for talkin' anyway. He drew her gently over one knee, positioning his other so that it trapped her legs.

He knew from previous experience that she'd be likely to kick a lot, it being her first spanking and all. "Give me your right hand Jean," Logan said.

She looked back over her shoulder in surprise, "Why?" she queried. She reached her right hand back and he grasped it, holding it firmly against the small of her back.

"To keep it from getting' in the way Jeanie." He explained as he did so.

He raised his hand to shoulder height and began spanking briskly. Jean stifled a relieved sigh. It wasn't so bad after all. It stung but nothing she couldn't handle. Just when she started to relax Logan picked up the pace.

Suddenly she realized she was in trouble, deep. Her flesh began to heat up rapidly and her ass began to burn. It become clear why most people tried to avoid being spanked. It hurt too damn much!

She began to try to squirm free of his lap, with about as much success as anyone ever had. In other words...none. She was held tight against him, unable to even kick her legs. Even though she knew that spankings were supposed to hurt somehow the reality of the pain shocked her.

"Ow Logan, wait. Let's not do this, I changed my mind!" she exclaimed desperately.

Logan shook his head. If he had a nickel for every time he'd heard that..." Sorry darlin' you made yer choice an' I'm not one to leave a job half finished."

"Please Logan. I can't stand it!" she tried again. Why couldn't he understand that it was just too much for her to take? Somewhere in the back of her mind the thought occurred to her that if she couldn't move herself off his lap, maybe she could move him out from under her.

Her Telekinesis kicked in and Logan stopped short as he felt his body lifting from the tree he was sitting on. Logan growled. Jeanie wasn't getting out of this spanking no matter what she tried. With a dangerous glint in his eyes he began spanking again. This time he rained a series of hard smacks down on the juncture of bottom and thigh.

The attack on such a delicate area made her squeal and she promptly lost her concentration. Logan dropped back onto the log with a thump that nearly jarred her right off his lap. He yanked her back close to him and held her even more firmly while he proceeded to blister her hard.

"Can't use yer powers now. Can ya Red?" Logan said in smug satisfaction. He knew how focused she had to be to move things with her mind. With the pain that was settling into her hindquarters no way she'd be able to lift him again.

"Yer problem darlin' is that you want things all yer own way. You want Scott cause he's stable. You want me cause I'm not. You just want it all," Logan moved down to her thighs and Jean's squeals rapidly grew more vocal. "You don't like to hear the truth but darlin' truth is whatcher gonna get from me every time. You better learn real quick like to control your temper when you hear things you don't wanna hear," He finished.

Lecture done, Logan concentrated on raising a fiery blush to her entire backside. "Oh god no. Please Logan, please, I'm sorry, it's enough now, please!" Jean pleaded breathlessly. Tears were filling her eyes but she held them back defiantly. She wouldn't let him make her cry.

She bit her lip hard to keep from wailing as he moved back up to the sensitive under hang of her ass cheeks. The tears bubbled up and began to flow freely against her will. Finally, feeling like a dam had broken she began to sob. Loudly. Wildly. Almost panicked. Logan stopped immediately.

His hand traced gentle circles across her back, helping her to calm down and catch her breath. One ragged gasp after another racked her body. He was actually beginning to grow concerned that she would make herself sick when she finally started to relax. She felt something hard pressing against her belly and wiggled slightly to get comfortable. She froze embarrassed when she realized it was Logan.

He chuckled, "And how did you expect me to react to having a sexy redhead sprawled across my lap Jeanie?" he asked. Purposely embarrassing her, and reminding her of her undressed state. He decided to wrap things up quickly while he could still control himself.

"Next time you slap me I'm gonna assume you either want sex or more of this. You got me Red?" Logan demanded. His voice was gentle but seemed harsh against the quiet background. She nodded quickly and then sniffled loudly. He released her. Feeling every inch the little girl, she slid from his lap.

She pulled her shorts and panties back into place. A blush almost as red as her hair covered her face as she suddenly realized that she'd been spanked. Not just spanked but spanked bare assed. God, Logan must have seen...everything, she realized.

Once she was decently covered she stood there awkwardly, wondering what to do. There was supposed to be hugging. Logan always hugged after he spanked she knew that. She needed a hug but what if it led to more? Did she trust herself enough?

Oh to hell with it, she decided and rushed into Logan's open arms. He smiled as he held her tight. Even super hero's needed to be reassured that they were loved, and Jean was no exception. Tears started flowing again, but calmer this time. Not tears of pain, tears of cathartic release.

He held her while she cried. Held her while years of being strong shrank back to make way for Jeanie who needed to be held. Only Logan ever called her Jeanie. She almost had a memory of Logan calling her HIS Jeanie in a very possessive way but...no that wasn't right. There had always been Scott, and she did love her husband.

The crying slowed and finally came to a stop. Without a reason to press her body close to Logan's she reluctantly stepped back. She wiped at her eyes and made inadequate motions to fix her hair. It had been tossed all over during her anguished time across Logan's lap. Nothing short of a miracle (or perhaps an entire bottle of detangler) would help it now.

"I guess I should be getting back to the house," Jean said. She looked at Logan, falling into his deep blue eyes. Tell me to stay. Tell me to stay and I will, she thought. She could have projected the thought. She could have made him hear her silent plea but she didn't.

"Yep, I guess you should Jean," Logan replied. He crossed his arms over his chest, aching to touch her. Wanting to fuck her hard like he remembered doing so vividly in his dreams. The lady was married, she's got a husband, he reminded himself. He stayed silent.

Jean hesitated for another moment. For one brief second she would have thrown her vows away, if Logan would say something... "Scott's gonna be lookin' fer ya darlin'" He reminded her gently. Oh. Scott. She'd nearly forgotten about Scott.

Logan wrestled with his own demons quietly, and Jean turned and walked away. Alone.