The Wanderer – A X-Men Crossover Fan-Fiction

[2009 – June]

Feeling Elijah lift her up and carry her to his bedroom, Jean couldn't help but wonder how simply being near him eased the turmoil inside her heart.

The mission she had just been on, had left a deep scar inside her mind and she just wished she could forget what she had seen and 'felt'.

When Elijah set her down on her own feet and turned towards his drawer before pulling out a white hoodie, Jean just pushed these memories to the side.

Seeing him turn towards her again, Jean offered no resistance as he slowly pulled down the zipper of her skin-tight suit and revealed her pale flesh beneath it.

Her breath hitched as his fingers softly brushed over her exposed skin, before moving upwards and gently pulling the overall from her shoulders and down her arms.

Jean's thoughts came to a halt, as she was captivated by his careful movements, while her exposed bra-clad chest heaved up and down, presenting her supple mounds to him.

She moaned out softly when his lips wandered from her cheek over her neck and down to her shoulder.

At this moment, she was all his, wanting nothing more than for his touch to clear away her pain.

Jean hadn't even realised when it happened but the foreign thoughts in her mind had also vanished, though she wasn't able to give this more thought as Elijah's mouth wandered down her collarbone and the revealed skin of her breasts.

A whimper escaped her lips, as one of her hands, freed from her uniform, buried itself in his locks while the other settled on his biceps. Not drawing him near or pushing him away, just touching him and assuring her of his presence and warmth.

When Elijah's lips wandered even deeper and brushed over her abdomen before his tongue teasingly licked over her navel, another sensual moan drifted from her mouth and echoed in the dark and otherwise silent bedroom.

Elijah's hands meanwhile didn't stop pulling her outfit down from her hips to her ankles, where he helped her step out of it, one ankle at a time, while also removing her short boots and socks caringly.

His lips weren't idle either, as he left soft kisses on her hips all the while.

At this point, Jean's rational thoughts had already turned into nothing but a deep desire – a primal need for his touch and ministrations. And when Elijah rose from his position at her feet, his hands brushing over her skin all the way up to her hips, Jean decided that she wanted more.

Locking eyes with him, she silently grabbed the hem of his hooded sweater and pulled it up.

Elijah just followed her movements as he slipped out of the sweater. Not being done yet, Jean continued with his shirt, before pressing herself against his warm skin.

And while his arms were wrapped around her protectively, Jean used her lips to brush over the skin of his neck, while inhaling his wonderful scent and letting her fingers wander over his chest and abdomen for a few moments.

Taking half a step back and turning around silently, Jean moved her long hair over her shoulder and revealed the clasp of her black nigh-see-through bra. Locking gazes with Elijah over her shoulder, a silent desire and need present in her eyes.

…

The longing and want darkened Jean's bright green eyes as she looked at me over her shoulder, while her beautiful back was exposed for my sight.

At this moment she looked like temptation personified.

Unwilling and unable to resist, I lowered my lips onto hers as I moved my hands over her side, feeling her shudder under my touch as a sensual sigh echoed in my mouth.

Reaching the clasp of her bra, I didn't hesitate to open it and slowly moved the straps down her shoulders and arms, freeing her beautiful breasts from their confinement.

Reaching around her, I let my hands wander upwards as our tongues were still entwined in an affectionate kiss. One of her hands was buried in my hair, while the other was holding onto my right forearm.

Unhurriedly I enveloped her breasts with my hands, softly kneading her sensitive flesh as Jean broke the kiss and let out a low cry of pleasure. Her lips were still near my own, as I place soft kisses on the corner of her mouth and along her jawline.

Lightly twirling her areola between my fingers, drawing out more sweet moans, as she seemingly couldn't suppress her desire anymore and whimpered in need.

Her hand directed my arm downwards, as small almost-transparent flames started to flicker over her form.

Summoning a barrier around us, I obliged to Jean's wishes, wanting her to feel better and forget whatever it was that had traumatised her so much, even if it was only for the moment.

My fingers brushed over the smooth skin of her flat abdomen before they reached the waistband of her transparent black-lace slip. My tongue ran small circles down her neck and left a trail of kisses, as my hand moved under the fabric of her panties.

Feeling a small strip of hair, I let my fingers wander over her sensitive skin and neared her slit.

Finally reaching her sex, I took my time to trace her already wet folds with my fingers, drawing circles around her clitoris.

Breathless moans and soft cries of pleasure escaped her lips while I did so, Jean's hand gripping my arm tightly as she involuntarily drew circles with her hips in hopes of release, pressing her behind against my lower body.

I was almost painfully hard at this point, caressing Jean's soft breasts while her love juices coated my fingers.

…

Jean knew that her climax wasn't too far off at this point, Elijah's hands and lips drawing pleasure from her willing form with the slightest touches.

Still, as she felt his hard shaft press into her from behind, Jean realised that she didn't want to be the only one of them to feel good. She wanted this intimacy to be something they shared, instead of receiving pleasure on her own.

Using the hand that was buried in Elijah's hair, she reached behind her and almost instinctively turned his remaining clothes to ashes, gently grabbing his hard member.

Stroking his shaft like she had done before, making sure that her movements brought him the most pleasure while feeling his fingers caress her slit, which caused her to give off a throaty moan.

"Kiss me, Elijah.", Jean voiced out softly, wanting to share her breath with him once again while connecting their lips.

Turning her head back, Elijah's lips once again found her own, and she didn't hesitate to let him plunder her mouth, her own tongue inviting him in with soft strokes.

It was only a few moments later when she felt Elijah's muscles tighten and his shaft started to pulse slightly. Knowing he wasn't far from release, Jean was thorough in her ministrations as her hand wandered along the whole length of his shaft, trying to draw his seed from him.

Suddenly though, two of Elijah's fingers dived into her core while his thumb exerted gentle pressure on her lovebud, causing the world before her eyes to explode in a fiery shower as she cried out in overwhelming pleasure.

Only vaguely, she registered Elijah tensing up, pressing his shaft against her lower back and releasing his seed while his arms kept a tight hold on her, her own hand had reflexively returned to its place in Elijah's locks.

…

Pressing Jean's undulating form up against my tense body, I waited for the aftershocks of my own orgasm to wear off as I watched the lively flames pouring out of her form wash over my skin and sink into my flesh.

Gently removing my fingers from her slit, minor tremors ran through her while mewling moans escaped her lips, as Jean's head fell back against my chest with her eyes closed.

Her ragged breathing drew my gaze to her breasts, one of which was still being enveloped by my hand while my other arm was wrapped around her midsection and supported her against me.

A few moments later, when the flames had already died down, Jean's eyelids slowly fluttered open.

Looking gazes with her, my breathing stopped for a moment, as I saw the incredibly vulnerable look in them.

Lowering my head a bit, I left a tender kiss on her lips as I whispered softly: "Let's go to bed."

Jean didn't reply at first as her fingers caressed my cheek softly, before brushing back a lock of my hair that had gone astray. The look in her eyes changed into something more tender and gentle, as she finally replied with a whisper of her own.

“Yes, let's go to bed.”