[2009 – June]
On my way back to my room, I realized that in only a few short days the mansion had turned into a very dangerous place to be in.
I knew that Charles was generally a 'good guy' but that didn't mean he wouldn't do terrible things to achieve what he had set out to do.
I remembered many scenes from the comics, where he f*cked with the minds of his X-Men and many other people to hide or rearrange facts to his advantage just because he thought that doing so was the 'right' thing.
People could do horrible things in the name of the greater good, especially those with great power and influence that think themselves infallible.
Sighing internally, I knew that my plans had just changed drastically.
…
Stepping into my apartment, I heard some movement from inside, so I called out: “Jean, is that you?”
"In the bedroom!", came her answer a moment later.
Walking into the bedroom, I saw her put away some of my clothes as she turned towards me with rosy cheeks and a smile on her face.
“Well, I was doing my laundry and had some time, so I kinda did yours too.”, she answered lightly.
Approaching her, I pushed my darker thoughts away for the moment, as I leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her lips, my hands diving into her hair.
“You didn't have to do that, but thank you.”
Panting lightly, her hands buried in my sweater, she remarked: “Well, if that was your thank you, I don't mind washing clothes at all.”
"No, no. This was only the appetizer of my gratitude, wait until you see the dessert.", I whispered roguishly, leaving a small trail of kisses on her neck and sampling her taste with my tongue.
“Mmmh … I really … Mmmhh … like dessert.”, she moaned out softly.
Moving back and leaving a small kiss on her lips, I stated with regret: “Sadly, I think we have to wait with our little 'meal' until after dinner. The others will probably be here soon and I have some things to prepare in the kitchen.”
“You are probably right, but...”, she started, before giving my chin a playful bite and continuing with a small smile: “That's for getting me all hot.”
Leaving my embrace with a blush on her face, she continued placing my freshly washed clothes into the drawers.
Pressing myself against her back, I left one last kiss on her neck before going back to the living room and into the kitchen to make preparations for the lasagne I planned to make.
Having lived alone for most of my adult life and not being a fan of having take-out every night, I was a rather skilled cook. It was one of the few hobbies I had, as I found it oddly calming and peaceful.
Roughly ten minutes later when the clock just went past 6 pm, Ellie and Yukio arrived.
Ellie, not really the 'girly' kind of girl, decided to help me out while Yukio grabbed Jean and dragged her to the bedroom for a 'girl's talk', probably in search of some juicy details about our night together.
I was happy for Jean, as acting like a normal teenage girl wasn't something she had the chance to do often.
Another fifteen minutes later Pietro showed up, simply blitzing into the room and making himself comfortable on the couch with some snacks just as we had finished all the preparation.
"Now, we wait.", I announced after closing the lid on the oven, before turning to Ellie and asking, "Wanna watch some TV while the lasagne gets ready?"
“As long as, we don't watch Gossip Girl.”, Ellie replied dryly.
“Surprised you know that name. A dark secret of your past?”, I quipped.
“More like Yukio's go-to series when she's mad at me.”, Ellie stated with a bitter smile.
“My condolences.”, I voiced out sincerely.
It was five minutes later when Jean and Yukio emerged from the bedroom, with Jean's face still having an embarrassed blush covering it.
"Hey, Pietro.", Yukio greeted happily as she plopped down next to Ellie, her head falling into Ellie's lap.
"Hey, Yukio.", Pietro replied absentmindedly, his feet resting on the coffee table and playing some game on his phone while also watching TV.
Jean, on the other hand, took my outstretched hand and I directly pulled her into my lap while sitting on the soft leather armchair.
Her head came to rest on my shoulder and faced the TV, while her legs hung over the armrest. My left hand laying on her jeans-clad legs and being played with by her own hands, while my right hand had slipped under the dark-blue hoodie and was softly brushing over the skin of her delicate back, causing her eyes to close in comfort and sigh quietly.
The next two hours passed enjoyably with small jokes, friendly banter, and periods of comfortable silence, while we watched TV, had dinner together, and relaxed on the couch in a food coma afterwards, before everyone but Jean left.
…
Laying in Elijah's arms on the couch – she on her back, while he on his side with an arm around her waist – as his head rested on his elbow, Jean was unable to remember when she had last felt such comfort and warmth.
Looking up at him, she found him staring straight back at her, their eye contact throwing the whole world off balance as time seemed to have stopped.
Her left hand fell on his chest as she moved it upwards, softly brushing over his cheek and burying it in his hair. Her right hand slipped under his hoodie and settled over his heart, as she pulled Elijah into a long and deep kiss, unwilling to live another second without connecting their lips in an act of affection.
Their kiss got more heated as she felt his hand move over her hips and the waistband of her jeans before he unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.
Jean followed his example, as she felt his hand slipping under her panties and start caressing her slit. Her own hand had just managed to unbutton his pants and push down his boxers before pulling out his hard shaft when she suddenly felt two fingers invade her wet depths.
A deep throaty moan escaped her lips and echoed in Elijah's mouth while she stroked his length.
Heat rushed through her veins, as an almost painful emptiness inside her core struck her, even with Elijah's fingers slowly pushing inside her.
Removing her hands from his shaft and breaking the kiss, Jean panted slightly in desire and want.
Unwilling and in need, she raised her hips slightly as she pushed down her jeans and panties, before turning sideways and pushing her behind against Elijah's lower body.
Turning her head back towards him and seeing his eyes glowing with love and desire, she reached back and pulled him closer before whispering in desperate longing: "Inside me, Elijah. I need you."
…
“Inside me, Elijah. I need you.”
Jean's soft whimper echoed in my ears, as I saw the longing look in her gaze. Desire burned through my body while I registered her words.
My left hand moved around Jean and between her legs, while my other hand guided my shaft to her lower lips, feeling her trying to push back and impale herself on my rod.
“Shh.”, I whispered against her lips, calming her down for a moment and pressing my own against hers in a gentle kiss, before pushing my hips forward in a deep thrust and burying my shaft inside her.
Jean cried out in pleasure and I used that chance to invade her mouth with my tongue, kissing her deeply while sheathing myself inside her in a slow but powerful rhythm again and again.
My right hand slipped under the dark-blue sweater and the crop-top she was wearing, before pushing up her bra and massaging her sensitive chest gently.
I felt Jean's hips push back into mine as her left hand moved over my own and pulled my hand to her clit, gently massaging it with my fingers all the while her moans echoed in my mouth.
Wanting to be even deeper inside of her, I sat up and took her with me. My shaft never leaving her insides, as my lips moved to her neck and shoulder, sucking on her delicious skin.
My hands had meanwhile grabbed her jeans and pushed them further down her legs, while Jean's hands had come to rest on my knees, lifting herself up and down on my pole.
Grabbing her under her knees, I used my barriers to completely strip her off her jeans and panties before standing up and lifting her with me.
Her back arched beautifully, as her weight pushed her down deeper onto my shaft, her hands gripping my forearms tightly.
…
As she felt Elijah deeply penetrate her from below over and over again, her head couldn't help but fall back onto his shoulder while he held her up. Her hand reaching back and finding its way around his neck, she whispered into his ears lovingly: "Kiss me, Elijah."
And as his lips fell onto her own, their tongues entwining, she felt her climax exploding in her core and making her whole body shudder in explosive pleasure. Once again causing fire to fill her vicinity, as Elijah's seed filled her.
Jean could hardly react, as Elijah pulled out his shaft and turned her around in his embrace, before penetrating her again and sitting down with her in his lap. She felt him softly caressing her cheek and embracing her, while her mind was occupied with the aftershocks of her orgasm and controlling her fire to not consume her surroundings.
When Jean slowly came back to reality a few minutes later, resting against his chest while his essence and shaft still filled her, she couldn't help but sigh contently, a low moan of comfort leaving her lips.
At that moment, Jean just felt whole. Their bodies still connected intimately, while Elijah's warmth not only blanketed her but also pulsed inside of her.
A few minutes later, Elijah voiced out softly: “Let's get cleaned up and dressed, my love. I have something that I want to show you.”
A gentle warmth surged in her heart, as she heard him address her like that before she whispered back a soft 'Okay.' Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck, she pressed her lips against his warm skin.
[2009 – June]
On my way back to my room, I realized that in only a few short days the mansion had turned into a very dangerous place to be in.
I knew that Charles was generally a 'good guy' but that didn't mean he wouldn't do terrible things to achieve what he had set out to do.
I remembered many scenes from the comics, where he f*cked with the minds of his X-Men and many other people to hide or rearrange facts to his advantage just because he thought that doing so was the 'right' thing.
People could do horrible things in the name of the greater good, especially those with great power and influence that think themselves infallible.
Sighing internally, I knew that my plans had just changed drastically.
…
Stepping into my apartment, I heard some movement from inside, so I called out: “Jean, is that you?”
"In the bedroom!", came her answer a moment later.
Walking into the bedroom, I saw her put away some of my clothes as she turned towards me with rosy cheeks and a smile on her face.
“Well, I was doing my laundry and had some time, so I kinda did yours too.”, she answered lightly.
Approaching her, I pushed my darker thoughts away for the moment, as I leaned down and planted a deep kiss on her lips, my hands diving into her hair.
“You didn't have to do that, but thank you.”
Panting lightly, her hands buried in my sweater, she remarked: “Well, if that was your thank you, I don't mind washing clothes at all.”
"No, no. This was only the appetizer of my gratitude, wait until you see the dessert.", I whispered roguishly, leaving a small trail of kisses on her neck and sampling her taste with my tongue.
“Mmmh … I really … Mmmhh … like dessert.”, she moaned out softly.
Moving back and leaving a small kiss on her lips, I stated with regret: “Sadly, I think we have to wait with our little 'meal' until after dinner. The others will probably be here soon and I have some things to prepare in the kitchen.”
“You are probably right, but...”, she started, before giving my chin a playful bite and continuing with a small smile: “That's for getting me all hot.”
Leaving my embrace with a blush on her face, she continued placing my freshly washed clothes into the drawers.
Pressing myself against her back, I left one last kiss on her neck before going back to the living room and into the kitchen to make preparations for the lasagne I planned to make.
Having lived alone for most of my adult life and not being a fan of having take-out every night, I was a rather skilled cook. It was one of the few hobbies I had, as I found it oddly calming and peaceful.
Roughly ten minutes later when the clock just went past 6 pm, Ellie and Yukio arrived.
Ellie, not really the 'girly' kind of girl, decided to help me out while Yukio grabbed Jean and dragged her to the bedroom for a 'girl's talk', probably in search of some juicy details about our night together.
I was happy for Jean, as acting like a normal teenage girl wasn't something she had the chance to do often.
Another fifteen minutes later Pietro showed up, simply blitzing into the room and making himself comfortable on the couch with some snacks just as we had finished all the preparation.
"Now, we wait.", I announced after closing the lid on the oven, before turning to Ellie and asking, "Wanna watch some TV while the lasagne gets ready?"
“As long as, we don't watch Gossip Girl.”, Ellie replied dryly.
“Surprised you know that name. A dark secret of your past?”, I quipped.
“More like Yukio's go-to series when she's mad at me.”, Ellie stated with a bitter smile.
“My condolences.”, I voiced out sincerely.
It was five minutes later when Jean and Yukio emerged from the bedroom, with Jean's face still having an embarrassed blush covering it.
"Hey, Pietro.", Yukio greeted happily as she plopped down next to Ellie, her head falling into Ellie's lap.
"Hey, Yukio.", Pietro replied absentmindedly, his feet resting on the coffee table and playing some game on his phone while also watching TV.
Jean, on the other hand, took my outstretched hand and I directly pulled her into my lap while sitting on the soft leather armchair.
Her head came to rest on my shoulder and faced the TV, while her legs hung over the armrest. My left hand laying on her jeans-clad legs and being played with by her own hands, while my right hand had slipped under the dark-blue hoodie and was softly brushing over the skin of her delicate back, causing her eyes to close in comfort and sigh quietly.
The next two hours passed enjoyably with small jokes, friendly banter, and periods of comfortable silence, while we watched TV, had dinner together, and relaxed on the couch in a food coma afterwards, before everyone but Jean left.
…
Laying in Elijah's arms on the couch – she on her back, while he on his side with an arm around her waist – as his head rested on his elbow, Jean was unable to remember when she had last felt such comfort and warmth.
Looking up at him, she found him staring straight back at her, their eye contact throwing the whole world off balance as time seemed to have stopped.
Her left hand fell on his chest as she moved it upwards, softly brushing over his cheek and burying it in his hair. Her right hand slipped under his hoodie and settled over his heart, as she pulled Elijah into a long and deep kiss, unwilling to live another second without connecting their lips in an act of affection.
Their kiss got more heated as she felt his hand move over her hips and the waistband of her jeans before he unbuttoned them and pulled down the zipper.
Jean followed his example, as she felt his hand slipping under her panties and start caressing her slit. Her own hand had just managed to unbutton his pants and push down his boxers before pulling out his hard shaft when she suddenly felt two fingers invade her wet depths.
A deep throaty moan escaped her lips and echoed in Elijah's mouth while she stroked his length.
Heat rushed through her veins, as an almost painful emptiness inside her core struck her, even with Elijah's fingers slowly pushing inside her.
Removing her hands from his shaft and breaking the kiss, Jean panted slightly in desire and want.
Unwilling and in need, she raised her hips slightly as she pushed down her jeans and panties, before turning sideways and pushing her behind against Elijah's lower body.
Turning her head back towards him and seeing his eyes glowing with love and desire, she reached back and pulled him closer before whispering in desperate longing: "Inside me, Elijah. I need you."
…
“Inside me, Elijah. I need you.”
Jean's soft whimper echoed in my ears, as I saw the longing look in her gaze. Desire burned through my body while I registered her words.
My left hand moved around Jean and between her legs, while my other hand guided my shaft to her lower lips, feeling her trying to push back and impale herself on my rod.
“Shh.”, I whispered against her lips, calming her down for a moment and pressing my own against hers in a gentle kiss, before pushing my hips forward in a deep thrust and burying my shaft inside her.
Jean cried out in pleasure and I used that chance to invade her mouth with my tongue, kissing her deeply while sheathing myself inside her in a slow but powerful rhythm again and again.
My right hand slipped under the dark-blue sweater and the crop-top she was wearing, before pushing up her bra and massaging her sensitive chest gently.
I felt Jean's hips push back into mine as her left hand moved over my own and pulled my hand to her clit, gently massaging it with my fingers all the while her moans echoed in my mouth.
Wanting to be even deeper inside of her, I sat up and took her with me. My shaft never leaving her insides, as my lips moved to her neck and shoulder, sucking on her delicious skin.
My hands had meanwhile grabbed her jeans and pushed them further down her legs, while Jean's hands had come to rest on my knees, lifting herself up and down on my pole.
Grabbing her under her knees, I used my barriers to completely strip her off her jeans and panties before standing up and lifting her with me.
Her back arched beautifully, as her weight pushed her down deeper onto my shaft, her hands gripping my forearms tightly.
…
As she felt Elijah deeply penetrate her from below over and over again, her head couldn't help but fall back onto his shoulder while he held her up. Her hand reaching back and finding its way around his neck, she whispered into his ears lovingly: "Kiss me, Elijah."
And as his lips fell onto her own, their tongues entwining, she felt her climax exploding in her core and making her whole body shudder in explosive pleasure. Once again causing fire to fill her vicinity, as Elijah's seed filled her.
Jean could hardly react, as Elijah pulled out his shaft and turned her around in his embrace, before penetrating her again and sitting down with her in his lap. She felt him softly caressing her cheek and embracing her, while her mind was occupied with the aftershocks of her orgasm and controlling her fire to not consume her surroundings.
When Jean slowly came back to reality a few minutes later, resting against his chest while his essence and shaft still filled her, she couldn't help but sigh contently, a low moan of comfort leaving her lips.
At that moment, Jean just felt whole. Their bodies still connected intimately, while Elijah's warmth not only blanketed her but also pulsed inside of her.
A few minutes later, Elijah voiced out softly: “Let's get cleaned up and dressed, my love. I have something that I want to show you.”
A gentle warmth surged in her heart, as she heard him address her like that before she whispered back a soft 'Okay.' Wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck, she pressed her lips against his warm skin.
