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My Friend, My Lover
Chapter 13: Growing Tension

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With the others growing suspicious and the workload at school not getting any lighter, Scott and Jean had to contend with increasing scrutiny. Being a telepath, Jean got a few stray projections from her friends and could tell that they were growing suspicious. Scott noticed it too with the way the guys were looking at him. All this sex was starting to catch up with them. They knew they couldn't hide it forever, but they wanted to hold out for as long as possible...Even if that was becoming increasingly difficult.

Duncan was still pestering Jean. But lately, he was getting tired of rumors and graduated to stalking. He just wouldn't get over the fact that Jean had broken up with him. But no girl did that to the star quarterback of the Bayville Hawks. It went against the unwritten rules of high school. He was trying to get back at her, but her chipper mood wasn't helping. But he was still determined. It was only a matter of time.

In addition to Duncan, Taryn was also becoming curious about Scott. Whatever stress he endured during their breakup had melted away over the course of the last month. And she was beginning to wonder if their 'break' from each other had gone on long enough. But if she was going to consider this, then she'd need to do some serious thinking.

The others were not helping either. On several occasions, Rogue and Kitty tried to confront Jean with little success. Bobby, Kurt, and Evan tried the same with Scott, but he kept brushing them off. Logan, however, was a bit trickier. He was not a guy who was easily swayed and the more they tried to manage him, the more suspicious he got. Thankfully, Ororo managed to keep him in check.

Things were becoming increasingly complicated for Scott Summers and Jean Grey. They were trying to manage having an active sex life together behind the backs of friends and the ever watchful eyes of their exes. They were determined to keep it under wraps, but it was beginning to take a toll on them.

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Jean carefully weaved through the twisted crowd of people, knowing full well that she was being followed. She could sense Duncan stalking her from afar, as if she was some sort of criminal for having dumped his ass. Dealing with the rumors was bad enough, but stalking was more than she wanted to deal with at this point.

'What are you up to, Jean?' thought Duncan, clearly projecting his thoughts to the young psychic, 'Something's going on with you. I know it. And if you won't bite, then I'll just have to use stronger bait.'

Jean let out a frustrated grunt, something that she found herself picking up from Logan over the years. While she had always been adamant about keeping her psychic powers at bay, she couldn't help but use them now to get away from this pestilent ex. He had weak mental shields, most likely from his undisciplined mind. And she made good use of it.

With such knowledge in mind, she weaved her way through the crowd and ducked into the girl's bathroom, effectively vanishing from Duncan's sights. She had to wait a few minutes in order for him to pass by. And once she got a psychic reading that he was gone, she went back into the hallway and made her way towards her locker.

'Ugh, I SO don't need this,' she thought to herself, 'Why does he have to be so stubborn? Wait. Oh yeah. Because he's a stubborn ex that I just had to break up with.'

With Duncan gone, she tried to relax her mind. Then along the way she just happened to pass Taryn. And while she maintained a shaky friendship with the girl after her little hookup with Scott, that didn't stop her from feeling weary around her. She was still clearly attracted to him and that really bothered Jean for reasons she couldn't explain.

"I'm telling you girls, I think Scott's changed," said Taryn to two of her fellow cheerleading friends, "He seems happier, more relaxed, and less stressed. Maybe this space has been good for us. Maybe he just needed time to sort things out."

"Oh please Taryn," replied one of her friends, "I think you're being naïve here. From the looks of it, he must have found somebody else."

"Yeah, I thought that too. But I asked around and near as I can tell he's still single."

"Wait, you're not thinking about getting back with him, are you?" said the same friend from before.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she shrugged without remorse, "Maybe now that he's more relaxed, he'll open up and we can have more of a dialogue. I mean, we didn't break up on bad terms. It may actually work this time if we try again."

"Keep dreaming, Tar," said her other friend, "But if you want to take another shot, I say go for it! After all, an ass like that should be worth it!"

"Oh most definitely!" said Taryn in a sultry tone, "And who knows? Maybe this time he'll actually show it to me."

The sound of the three girls giggling made Jean uneasy even though she had no reason to be. Scott was still technically single after all. It wasn't like they were dating. They were just having sex. But it still bothered her. It bothered her on a level she could not explain.

It felt like a no-win situation. Here she was, worried about something that shouldn't have been a big deal to her. After all, Scott was free to date if he wanted. They were just friends with benefits...Right?

She just kept telling herself that as she made her way down the halls. This shouldn't be bothering her. So why was it?

"Jean! Hey Jean!" came a voice, snapping her out of her daze.

"Oh. Hey Kitty," said Jean as she turned to face Kitty, Rogue, Scott, and Kurt.

"Hey yourself. Like, why so glum?"

"Oh nothing. Just trying to avoid Duncan," she muttered, closing her locker and gathering up her books.

"Ya mean he's still stalkin' ya," said Rogue, rolling her eyes at how she ever could have gotten involved with a guy like Duncan.

"Yeah, yeah...I know. He's persistent," she conceded.

"Sounds like it's getting serious, Jean. Vhy do you put up vith stuff like zhat? Isn't it, like, illegal?" pondered Kurt, trying to sift through all the problems Jean and Duncan still had even though they were broken up.

"Yeah, like that would stop him," made Rogue.

"Okay, okay! You've made your point. My ex is really driving me nuts," said Jean as they began to walk down the hall, wishing they would just drop this.

"No kidding. But, like, what happened Jean?" said Kitty, sounding a bit more concerned than suspicious, "Why is he so, like, bitter?"

Jean let out a tired sigh. There just seemed to be no end to her problems.

"It's complicated, Kitty. But I really don't have time to dwell on it now. I've been really stressing over an AP Calc mid term lately and in conjunction with danger room sessions, I haven't really had the time or energy to work this out."

"Uh huh...Right," said an unconvinced Rogue.

"Hey! It's the truth!" spat Jean, not needing the third degree from a friend at this point.

"Jean, calm down," said Scott, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Ja, she didn't mean anything by it," said Kurt, taking Rogue's side on this one, "And besides, didn't you tell me the same thing last week, only it was AP English?"

"What? AP classes are hard last time I checked," retorted Jean.

"Ah never said they weren't, Jean...You did. Ah'm just sayin' that Ah don't really believe that, okay? Now Ah'm not gonna pry since Ah know it ain't mah business, but if yer gonna lie to us at least come up with better ones because these excuses of yers are gettin' pretty lame."

Before Jean could respond to that, Rogue was gone, having entered one of her classrooms. It left an awkward silence over the rest of her friends, leaving them all in an edgy state, especially Scott and Jean.

"Vell, I don't think I'm going to top that, so I von't try. Later guys," said Kurt, choosing not to linger.

"Yeah, good call, Kurt. See you at lunch, Jean," said Kitty, following Kurt down the hall as well, not wanting to add anything else.

Neither Scott nor Jean said anything in response. They didn't want to give them any more reason to be suspicious. Instead, they just stopped in mid stride, still feeling anxious about what had just happened. This was quickly becoming too complicated to brush off. Now, it was serious.

Rogue and the others weren't stupid. They knew them well enough to read between the lines. And even thought they hadn't made any accusations, it was clear they were piecing some of the clues together. Knowing them, it wouldn't be long before things proceeded to the next step, and at that point it could bring in the Professor, or worse...Logan.

That was definitely something that they did not want to think about. They had enough troubles keeping their sessions secret. And the extra stress that this was causing them sure wasn't helping.

"You think they're on to us?" said Scott, finally breaking the silence

"I hope not. I REALLY hope not," she said, giving her temples another rub, "I've got a huge AP Calc exam today, I've got an ex boyfriend that won't get off my back, and now my own friends are turning against me."

"We'll work through it. I know we will," said Scott, trying to sound confident, "We just need to take each problem as it comes."

"But they just won't let up!" groaned Jean.

"Tell me about it. But it'll get better."

Scott's optimism never ceased to amaze her as she cast him a smile, glad to know that at least one of them was optimistic.

"Yeah, I hope so," said Jean as she hitched up her backpack and made her way off to class, "I'll see you later, Scott."

"Yeah, later," said Scott with a smile, "And if you ever need to talk...Well, you know where to reach me."

"That I do," she grinned, tapping her head as she made her way off to class, hoping that this day would get better from here.

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Jean kept tapping her pencil on her desk in an incessant rhythm for what felt like a full five minutes as she stared at her AP Calc exam. She was supposed to be good at math. This stuff should have been a snap for her. It wasn't like she didn't know the material. She sure as hell studied enough. She knew these concepts. So why couldn't she do this? Why did her brain feel like mush?

Letting out a frustrated groan, Jean rubbed her eyes and set her pencil down. She was clearly not in her usual focus. Normally she would be in her groove by now. But she just couldn't collect her thoughts. She just couldn't get her mind straightened out.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling the tension welling up in her mind and body. Looking back at what she had completed and how much more she had left to go, she shook her head in defeat. She couldn't do this in her state. There was just no conceivable way. Her relationships, her friends, and everything else in between were just too much. Her brain just couldn't take it. She needed to clear her thoughts.

Then suddenly, as she looked down at her paper and then back up at the clock, an idea came to her...A crazy idea the likes of which she had never had before. She couldn't believe that she was thinking this. It was stupid, wrong, and downright crazy. But it seemed like the only way to her.

"Uh...Mrs. Slovak? Can I use the rest room?" she said, raising her hand.

"Of course Jean," said her teacher, who was monitoring the exam, "Just don't use up too much of your time."

"I won't," she assured.

As soon as she was out into the hallway, she sent out a quick telepathic message to Scott through their link.

'Scott, it's me. What are you up to now?'

'Jean?' he replied, sounding somewhat surprised by her voice, 'Uh, nothing really, just sitting through a boring history lecture trying to stay awake.'

'Well do you think you could get your teacher to let you step out for a minute? I need you.'

'Wait, need me? Jean, what are you...'

'Meet me near the storage closet right next to the girls bathroom,' she sent, not letting him finish, 'Please Scott. I know it doesn't sound right, but I have to clear my head. I can't do this test in my current state. Please. Help me.'

Scott Summers couldn't believe what he was hearing in his head. Was Jean asking him to fuck her right here in the middle of school? She sounded very distressed. But at this point, ANYTHING was better than sitting in this lecture. It should have been a federal crime for a teacher's voice to be this boring. Hell, half the class was already asleep. So what difference would it make? Was helping a friend really that wrong?

'Well I did promise her that I'd always be there for her. Guess I better make good on my word,' thought Scott to himself as he slipped out of his seat.

'That's the spirit! I knew I could count on you slim,' sent Jean in response.

'Hey! You weren't supposed to hear that!' he responded, blushing from what she had just picked up on.

'Sorry. You were projecting again,' she sent playfully in response, 'Just meet me there at the closet. I'll be waiting.'

Using her telekinetic powers, Jean unlocked the sealed storage room. It wasn't that big, it had no windows, and reeked of the smell of heavy duty cleaning products. But it was more than enough for her as she did a few scans here and there to make sure nobody saw her while she waited for Scott.

Luckily, she didn't have to wait long as she sensed his familiar presence in her mind as he drew near. Then, just as he reached the closet, the door flung open and she grabbed him by the shirt collar and draged him into the room.

"Jean, I..." began Scott, but didn't even get a chance to finish as he was pulled into the confined room, the door slamming shut behind them and sealing them in.

Now that they were alone and in a forbidden place they went to work, capturing one another's lips in a deep kiss. Scott was still shocked that he and Jean were doing this here of all places, but he wasn't complaining as the rational part of his brain shut down and his duties as Jean's lover took precedence over everything else.

She was so tense, so desperately in need. And if she needed this as he sensed she did, then he was going to give it to her. After all, it sure beat the hell out of a boring lecture.

"Oh Scott," she gasped as she eagerly ran her hands along his sexy upper body, feeling those hard, manly muscles she had come to love so much, "God I need it so bad!"

"Jean...You're so tense."

Letting the thrill of the moment take them over, they continued to kiss passionately. Jean then removed Scott's shirt so that she could feel his warm, sexy skin in her hands. The sight of his hard, manly body glowing under the florescent light helped to make her feel very wet and aroused and her fervent hands caused a large bulge to form in Scott's pants.

"Come on, Scott. Let's get right to it," moaned Jean as she felt his lips along her neck, "Please. Give it to me. I need it."

"You've got it, Jean," said Scott with a lustful grin, the thrill of the moment filling his mind with a new sense of arousal the likes of which he hadn't felt before.

With his hands on her hips, he turned Jean around so that she was facing away from him. Scott then went to work on her pants, reaching around and undoing the fly to her usual khaki pants. And much to Scott's surprise and arousal, she had chosen to wear one of her thongs today.

"I see that your fashion sense is evolving, Jean," he grinned as he gave her sexy ass a firm rubbing.

"The X-men are all about evolution, Slim...Even when it comes to underwear."

That got Scott to laugh as he trailed more kisses down her neck, making her moan in delight. He then went on to remove her thong, giving him a nice view of her aroused pussy. Knowing she wanted it fast, he quickly undid his pants. And with his hard cock ready for action, he wasted no time in positioning himself right at her opening, delivering a nice fluid thrust into her vagina.

"Oh Scott!" moaned Jean, her back arching as she felt her lovers dick fill her tight folds.

"Jean...Shh," gasped Scott, using his free hand to cover her mouth, "We have to keep it down this time."

As much as Jean didn't like to hold back when it came to this, she knew he was right. They couldn't make too much noise or else someone would hear. Sure, she could just erase their memories, but she wanted to save herself the trouble so she bit her lip and held on tight, letting Scott do his thing.

"There now. Let me ease your tension," he said, reaching up with his hands to lift up her shirt so that he could feel her still covered breasts.

Jean let out a deep moan as she felt his warm, sensual actions fill her with immense pleasure. He rhythmically pounded his cock into her tight pussy, the thrashing sounds of skin on skin filling the tiny room. Soon, they established a strong, fervent pace with Scott working his body back and forth, pumping his way into her while she moved her body along with his.

Their hearts were racing. Here they were having sex in the middle of a school day in a storage closet. It was wrong on so many levels. They could be expelled for this. But it just felt so damn good. All the tension that had clouded Jean's mind was melting away as she felt his naked form pound up against hers, his dick working it's magic as thrashed within her tight folds. She could feel her orgasm building and so was Scott's, but as always they wanted to hold out so they could to savor the feeling together.

"Oh Scott..." she gasped, her voice barely above a whimper, "Oh yes...Oh yes..."

"Mmm...Jean."

With his hands still on her chest, Scott freed her sexy breasts from her bra, allowing him to rub and massage them. Now, he was thrusting into her with deep, powerful pumps while rubbing her breasts in a circular motion at the same time. It gave Jean the extra push she needed to reach her peak.

They could feel it through their link, the sensations inundating their minds and bodies in a mixed pool of emotion and bliss. Jean's head began to frail as her grip on the shelves tightened as she felt the rush of her oncoming orgasm drawing near.

"Scott...Soon...I'm going to cum soon!" she gasped, her breaths now short and ragged.

"Me too Jean. Oh God-me too!"

The thrill, the passion, and the heat of the moment was too much. While they hadn't tried thrill sex before, they could already feel themselves getting a taste for it. The danger added a sense of excitement that drove them to new heights as they were captured one another's lips in a passionate kiss in order to contain the sound of their moans as they felt their climax overtake them.

'Ohhhhhhhhhh yes!' projected Jean with her thoughts, finding no other way to do so other than through her mind.

'Oh God Jean!' sent Scott as her pussy clamped down on his cock as he shot his load of semen into her tight depths.

Little did they know, however, that letting out their cries of ecstasy through their minds had unleashed an unforeseen side-effect. In the classrooms very close to the storage closet, the blissful sensations that Jean so greatly enjoyed were projected to other girls.

In three classrooms, all the girls suddenly found themselves twitching and tensing up in their seats, their minds suddenly filled with these sensations that had just come out of nowhere. Some even attained a sort of 'mini-climax,' but most just grew incredibly wet.

Thankfully, none of the teachers were women, so they didn't notice. But as luck would have it, a few of these classes had students from the Xavier Institute present. In one of the chemistry classes, Bobby and Jubilee were sitting together as lab partners taking note of an ongoing experiment when Jubilee suddenly tensed up, causing her to grasp her breast and take short gasps.

"Jubes? Hey Jubes!" said Bobby, picking up on her sudden shift in demeanor.

"What?!" she shot, unexpectedly.

"Wow, uh...You alright?" he asked, not expecting such a reaction.

"Oh um...Yeah, sorry," she said, shaking it off and regaining her composure, "I'm fine. Where were we?"

Bobby didn't buy it, but he didn't complain with her as they continued their assignment. But Jubilee wasn't the only one to be impacted by this.

In addition, the physics room adjacent to theirs had Kitty in it, who had been just as overwhelmed by the sudden rush. All the other girls shifted as well, feeling the sudden wetness in their lower regions. Some attempted to cross their legs to conceal it while others found themselves touching their breasts until it passed. And while many tried to just shake it off, Kitty had some knowledge of how it felt to pick up on psychic projections, namely from those she had experienced during a few danger room sessions where the Professor had added to the difficulty by hitting them with psychic distractions.

She may not have been an expert, but she knew psychic phenomenon when she felt it, but it had never been quite like this before.

'Wow...' she thought to herself, trying to concentrate as she noticed a few of the other girls shifting uncomfortably in their seats, 'What the hell was that all about?'

While Kitty was stuck wondering, Rogue, who was in the room across from the storage area in her Earth Science, had been hit a harder than the others. Like Kitty, she was familiar with psychic disturbances, but she had a better idea of what this could be.

As a girl who couldn't touch who had to make up for it through lots of self pleasing, she was no stranger these sensations. Sure, Kitty did it too, but Rogue did it more frequently because she didn't have any other ways of letting out her frustration. And unlike Kitty, she had absorbed Jean before. She knew first hand what it felt like. It was all the more reason to suspect something because there was only one telepath in range to send those sensations and only one way she could possibly get them.

'Damn it Jean,' she swore to herself, shifting uncomfortably in her seat at the feeling of the sudden wetness in her private areas, 'That's it! Ah know what you're up to now. There's only one thing that could make something like this happen! An' Ah'm gonna find out!'

Back in the storage room, Scott and Jean adjusted themselves and redressed in an effort to look as though they hadn't just fucked in a storage room closet. It was difficult, given that their clothes were somewhat wrinkled and their hair was disheveled, but that was nothing a few careful touch ups couldn't fix.

And despite the minor annoyance of having to return to reality, the two lovers still bore smiles on their faces. What they had just done had been nothing short of exhilarating and Jean could safely say that her tension was much easier now.

"Thank you, Scott. I really needed that," said Jean, smoothing out her shirt and readjusting her hair.

"Glad to help, Jean," smiled Scott as he put his shirt back on, "You really were tense."

"I know. But I'm okay now," she told him, giving him a peck on the cheek for his kind methods of stress relief, "And besides, I have to say, this was...Interesting."

"Yes, interesting indeed," said Scott, shocked that he was thinking this even though what they had just done was against so many rules it wasn't even funny.

After a quick scan with her telepathy, Jean and Scott carefully exited the storage room, ensuring that nobody saw them. Once the coast was clear, they prepared to part ways. As good as this little thrill fuck had been, Jean still had a math test to finish and now that her head was a lot clearer, she felt ready take it on.

"I'll catch you later, Slim," she said, turning back towards her class, "Wish me luck on my test."

"I know you'll do great, Jean," said Scott confidently.

"Well now that my head is clearer, I think I'm ready," she replied with a sultry grin.

"Hey, whatever works," shrugged Scott, not complaining in the slightest, "And if anybody asks, just say that you ate the tuna in the cafeteria."

"Ooh, good one. Leave it to good old fearless leader to think of a solid excuse for a good fuck in between classes."

"And they say leadership skills are overrated," said Scott jokingly, his rare sense of humor showing in the nice afterglow of a quick fuck.

"Not in my eyes they aren't," smiled Jean, "Thanks again, Scott. You're the greatest."

"Anytime Jean."

And with that, Scott watched her return to her class to finish her test. It took him a moment to regain his composure. He still couldn't believe what they had done. He just fucked his lover in the middle of school in a storage closet. And not only did he fuck her, he enjoyed it. It was wrong, but it felt so good. Maybe all this sex was lightening him up in more ways than one. The others had seen it and now he was beginning to get a true grasp of it.

But still, it was still very strange to him. It was as if sex with Jean was the key to his sanity and the only way for him to be balanced. Neither he nor Jean could have ever foreseen something like this developing, but here they were locked in this strange relationship. It was growing into more than they ever could have anticipated. And for Scott Summers, he truly had no idea where it was going.

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After the final bell, Jean met up with Kitty and Jubilee outside the front entrance. As usual, they were set to meet Scott at his car and get a lift home. Jean still bore a brooding smile on her face that had dominated her for the rest of the day after her little fling with Scott. Even if it arose more suspicions, she just didn't care and bore no regrets.

However, for Jubilee and Kitty, they were noticeably less enthused about their day, still reeling from that embarrassing little moment that had happened to them earlier in the middle of class.

"So how was your day, ladies?" asked Jean in an optimistic tone as she walked alongside the somewhat slumping younger girls.

"Meh. Okay, I guess," muttered Jubilee, choosing to keep that little tidbit over what happened to herself.

"Yeah, like, same here," answered Kitty in a monotone voice.

"Yeesh, was it really that bad?" chuckled Jean, easily sensing their distress.

"I don't want to talk about it," said Jubilee, diverting her gaze.

"Yeah, me neither," said Kitty in agreement.

"Well, suit yourself," shrugged Jean.

Kitty and Jubilee just rolled their eyes, finding Jean's optimism to be somewhat annoying. Here they were brooding over something they couldn't explain and they were just too embarrassed to tell Jean about it. Then again, why would they want to? It was embarrassing enough.

"What about you, Jean?" asked Jubilee, hoping to change the subject, "How did that test go?"

"Oh, okay," said Jean with a sneaky grin, "My math teacher stopped me just before I left and told me I got the highest score in the class."

"The highest score, huh? Yeah, there's a surprise," muttered Jubilee, rolling her eyes at Jean's seemingly endless streak of fortune.

"Hey, it's good news, Jubes!" said Kitty, managing to smile at Jean's fortune, "And just hours ago you were, like, dreading over it."

"Yeah, yeah...I know. Guess it was kind of irrational on my part."

"Like, totally! So, like, what's your secret?" said Kitty curiously, "I'll probably end up taking AP Calc as well and I sure could use all the advice I can muster."

Jean grinned to herself, tempted to just up and say her stressed was reileved by having a quick fuck in between classes. But she would do no such thing at this point. Her private life had to stay private. And besides, it wasn't like she would believe her anyways.

"There really is no great secret to it, Kit. Just study hard and do whatever you can to stay focused and relaxed."

"I'll, like, try to remember that," said Kitty, still oblivious to the subtle subtext of Jean's words.

As the girls finally reached Scott's car, they saw that he, Kurt, and Rogue were waiting for them. Scott was in equally high spirits as Jean and Kurt seemed to share it as well. But Rogue was still her moody self, only this time it seemed to be even more so for reasons she didn't dare reveal.

"Hey! You ladies ready to roll?" said Kurt as he took his seat in the back between Rogue and Jubilee while Kitty sat up front in between Scott and Jean.

"Yeah, yeah...We're ready," said Jubilee with a tired sigh, "Let's just go home. It's been a long day."

"Like totally," sighed Kitty.

"Yeesh, what is it with you girls today? You all sound like you just went through Logan's endurance training session," commented Scott with a half humored look.

"Just drive the damn car, Cyke," said Rogue in response.

"Fair enough," he shrugged, thinking it must have been that time of the month again.

However, while Scott and Jean remained in high spirits, they didn't notice Rogue leering at them the whole time. Kitty and Jubilee didn't sense it, but Rogue was certain that those two had been behind whatever she felt earlier that day. And whatever it was, she was almost certain that it had to be something sexual. There was no other way to explain those sensations. She wasn't sure what it was, but she was determined to get to the bottom of this.

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When they all arrived back at the mansion, Scott and Jean went straight up to the shower to wash away any scents that may have lingered from their in-school fuck. They checked for Logan, but it didn't look as though he was around, so they assumed that he was out on another one of his outings.

However, this assumption was dead wrong. Logan was there, but he made sure that they didn't know it. And as soon as they walked in the door, he smelled it. It had mostly worn off by now, but it was still there and it was clear to him as night and day...Sex.

As they walked casually into the foyer, he stayed concealed in the living room, using his animal like instincts for stealth and observation to stake out his targets. They had done a good job of covering their tracks so far, but they had no idea that Logan just happened to be in the right place at the right time and now his nose held the truth. Now it was only a matter of confirming it.

"Logan?" came a voice, suddenly startling him out of his stealthy state, "Logan, what are you..."

"Shh! Quiet Ro!" shot Logan, causing the former weather goddess to stop in mid stride as he kept his eyes on Scott and Jean, "I think I just found out why Scott and Jeannie have been all sunshine lately."

"What? Logan..." began Ororo, quickly scrambling for some way to divert the ever temperamental Wolverine from going off.

"I should've known!" he grunted as he turned back towards the adjacent hall, "Now it all makes sense! Those two are foolin' around, I know it! And I'm gonna prove it! And when I do we're gonna have some serious words."

Then, before Ororo could even try to stop him, he was gone. Now the former weather goddess found herself in a very precarious position. Did Logan just imply what she thought he did? Did he know about Scott and Jean? And if he did, what would he do? What kind of 'words' was he talking about?

Ororo knew she would have to think quickly with this one. But what on Earth could she do to stop the ever unstable Logan from going off on Scott and Jean? She didn't have a clue at the moment, but she would need one soon if she was to stop this ordeal before it escalated into something neither of them could control.

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AN: Well, it had to catch up with them at some point. Now it's all on Ororo to keep Logan at bay. Do you think she can do it? Stay tuned to find out! In the meantime, please tell me what you think! Send me your feedback via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post it on the adultfanfiction website! Either way is fine as long as you REVIEW! Thank you all very much for reading and I wish you all the best!