Fantasy In The Garden
I don't even know how in the world this fic came into being. I was supposed to write a Scott/Rogue NC-17 fic for Julianna and suddenly I'm stuck with this! This is like miles away from anything I have ever written so I guess warning you that this is my first PWP ever is a real good idea.
If you don't like this story, do me a favour and DON'T tell me. Thanks * I can live just fine in ignorance, thank you very much*
This story is part 1 in my "Fantasy" series which you'll be stuck with IF anyone finds this story useful for anything else than firewood *G*. Part 2 is "Fantasy In The Office" starring Xavier and Part 3 is "Fantasy In The Garage" starring Scott.
If you actually liked this or want to see the other parts of this "Fantasy" series, positive *hint* feedback is much loved.
As always, for Jemi ( I haven't forgotten *smiles*)
And now I better send this fic before I go chicken again and just delete the whole thing.
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to Marvel, 20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the author. Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without permission of the author.
Timeline: Set in the movie universe.
Pairing: Jean/surprise
Summary: Someone fulfils a fantasy.
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Dedicated to: Jemisard. Your words are as beautiful as your mind.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: This is my first PWP. Be kind.
Series: Part 1 in fantasy series.
Thanks to Christina for the Beta.
It is a hot summer day as I walk in the garden. I notice the flowers and the trees. They are beautiful. I turn a corner and come out on the back of the mansion. I see Jean lying on a blanket in a green bikini. I stop up and admire her. She fit in here, free and among the beauty of nature. I rarely see her like this. She is always completely covered in clothes. I never understood why people here feel like that. Nudity and sex are natural things. I remember when I first came to the Mansion; I went swimming in the nude in the pool. I never thought it'll unset Jean so, being a doctor I'll think she was used to seeing people naked.
Jean must have sensed me for she turns towards me and smiles. Her red hair is loose, her green eyes sparkle and pearls of sweat have formed on her forehead and back. Gods, never have I seen anything so beautiful. She waves me over to her and my cheeks colour red. I hope she didn't catch me watching her. Not that I'm ashamed of it but I don't want to make her uncomfortable. "Enjoying our great weather?" I ask with a smile as I reach her. Anything to see her this free. She smiles at me. Goddess, does she know what that smile do to me?
"Yes, very much so. Come join me," she pates the blanket besides her. I know it is a really bad idea but I sit down besides her. I sit stiff and unnatural, trying very hard to ignore the warm running through my body. I'm not succeeding.
"Your bikini is.... flattering," I finally say as I feel she is waiting for me to say something. That was the wrong thing to say. Now I can't keep my eyes from her and I notice how her bikini seems like a second skin, barely covering her breasts. I want to reach over and kiss...calm, calm. Where is my legendary calm when I need it? Only Scott is said to be calmer and more in control than me. Then why wouldn't my body do, as I want it to?
"Thank you," Jean says and smiles. Am I imagining things or does her voice have a hint of an...invitation? I dare not believe so. Our friendship means too much to me to risk it all now. I love her too much to risk losing what part of her I own. We sit in silence for a while and I try desperately to think of anything but how much I want to touch her, kiss her, feel her...and it isn't working.
"Are you hot?" Jean suddenly asks. Yes, but not from the weather, I think but says:
"No, I can not feel warmth unless I choose to."
"Well, I can. Will you help me?" she holds out a sun lotion to me. I can do this, I tell myself as I take it. She turns her back to me and holds her hair back.
"Sure, my friend," I say and keep repeating those words "friend, nothing but friends" inside my mind as I put lotion in my hands and start rubbing her back. I try to ignore how wonderful her skin feels beneath my fingers. Before I know it my hands starts drawing calming circles on her back. A small noise of pleasure escapes Jean's lips and feeling bold I slip my hands around her waist and touches her stomach. My intention was to stop there but my hands move towards her breasts. Suddenly I realise what I'm doing and quickly take my hands to me. Jean turns towards me.
"Don't stop," she whispers and takes my hands in hers. She puts my hands on her chest, just between her breasts. I smile and the sun shines a little brighter.
"Are you sure about this?" I ask hoarsely and she nods. My hands move to her face as I lean over and she closes her eyes as our lips meet in a kiss. How many nights have I not dreamt this? Just her and me alone in the garden? I let my tongue explore her month. She tastes of spring water and toothpaste. I play with her tongue and a moan escapes her lips. I finally let the kiss end and kiss her cheek, her chest and then move to her breasts. I caress her breasts through the fabric of her bikini before opening it and it falls to the ground. I take her right breast between my hands and let my fingers run over her red nipple. I feel it stiffen beneath my fingers and I lean down and kiss it. Jean moans again as I let my tongue play over it. I kiss her stomach and move further down. With a quick motion and her help I remove her panties. I bend down to explore the wet triangle between her legs. I plant small kisses on her inter thighs before moving to her womanhood. I lick and suck. She tastes of milk and honey. She moans as I press a finger inside her. I let it move gently in and out and Jean casts her head back and small unintelligent noises escape her lips.
"Like this?" I whisper and press two fingers inside her.
"Oh, God, yes," she forces out as I press my fingers in and out of her. I lean down and let my tongue play over her sensitive skin around her clitoris. She moans and twits beneath me in pleasure. As I lean over to kiss her on the lips I press more fingers inside her until I have my entire hand inside her. Jean frowns as in pain and I let my hand rest inside her for her to get used to it.
"You alight?" I whisper against her lips and she nods.
"Yes," she gets out before she starts moving, trying to force my hand deeper inside her. I claim her lips with my own as I begin to let my hand slide in and out of her.
"Oh, God," Jean moans as I move quicker and quicker in and out of her. "Harder," she demands and I draw back from her month and begin to lick her clitoris as I press my hand harder and faster in and out of her. She starts twisting and turning beneath me, coming towards climax. "God," she gets out as she comes. I let my hand glide in and out until her orgasm is over and she lies more still beneath me. I kiss her thighs as I gently remove my hand from within her. Jean lets out her breath in small gasps as I lean over and kiss her. As we break apart I know I have to ask;
"Do you regret what we just did?" Maybe it was stupid to ask, it'll ruin what we just had but on the other hand we'll have to talk about it sooner or later. Jean smiles at me and draws me down on the blanket next to her, her arms around me.
"No. No regrets," she whispers as her tongue plays with my earlobe. I smile back to her.
"Good."
For a while we lie in comfortable silence, her naked body pressed close to me.
"I have always wondered..." I begin.
"Yes?" Jean urges me gently.
"That day, not long after I came...when you saw me naked," I see Jean blush and it is so becoming. "When I didn't know you didn't bathe naked here. Why did you seem so uncomfortable? I thought it was because you didn't like what you saw," I admits.
"No, it wasn't like that at all," Jean protests.
"Then what?"
"I...I was scared by the intensity of my own emotions. You...I saw you and I thought that no creature on Earth could be more prefect. I wanted to touch you to feel if you were real. I wanted to hold you. And that scared me," she admits softly. I lean over and kiss her on the lips.
"Don't be frightened," I whisper gently. She smiles.
"I'm not. Not anymore."
She leans over and we kiss. This is so perfect. Like a fantasy. Actually as my fantasy... With a sigh I force my eyes open and go from my bed to the window and looks out into the moonlit garden. It WAS my fantasy. Again. I wonder if it'll ever be more than a fantasy. I know it never will be but my heart...has a hard time listening. For I do love her so. Goddess preserve me. Help me get through the night...without her in my arms, I pray sadly as I return to the empty bed. Ororo's room became quit as she forced herself to sleep...alone.
The End