The Wanderer – A X-Men Crossover Fan-Fiction

[2009 – June]

Taking the white hoodie I had prepared beforehand from the top of the drawer, I helped Jean slip into it before I grabbed some boxer shorts and a shirt for myself and put them on, her flames having erased all traces of our intimate actions.

Gently guiding Jean to the bed, I helped her under the covers. And as soon as I had joined her, Jean moved right into my embrace before resting her head against my chest and placing her hand on the left side of my chest.

Drawing soft circles with her fingers, she had her eyes closed as she buried her face in the crook of my neck. I could hear her inhale deeply as if drawing my scent into her lungs while her muscles slowly relaxed.

Wrapping my right arm around her and placing my hand on her lower back, I moved aside some of her hair with my fingers and placed a soft kiss on her neck, before burying my left hand in her long hair.

We didn't speak any more that night, our gestures conveying all that we wanted to tell. And before long, I fell asleep with her flowery scent lingering in my nose.

…

Hearing Elijah's breathing taking on an even rhythm while the strong beating of his heart slowed down a bit, Jean knew that he had fallen asleep.

Moving her head a bit, she could see his sleeping face, illuminated by the gentle light of the moon.

Tenderly moving his hair from his cheek, Jean whispered almost inaudibly what she had come to realize this evening.

“I love you, Elijah Frost.”

The moment the waves of pleasure from her earlier climax had died down and she had found herself in the safety of his embrace, Jean had realized how deep her feelings were for the mysterious boy that had suddenly entered her life.

His mere presence had relieved her of her pain, while his touch washed away the darkness clouding her heart. Nowhere before had she been able to find solace like this.

Jean was sure of her feelings for Elijah, but in no way was she yet ready to tell him about them, unsure of his feelings for her. For now, she was content with staying by his side and being the recipient of his touch and care.

Leaving a soft kiss on his lips, Jean moved back to her original position, and after inhaling his wonderful scent closed her eyes to rest, while her palm stayed pressed against his chest where his heart was located, hoping that one day it would house his love for her.

…

Waking up a few hours later, her body being draped over and covering half of his under her, Jean's hand was placed directly on Elijah's abdomen, having slipped under his shirt sometime during the night.

Feeling his warm skin on her palm, she couldn't help but let her fingers wander higher to his toned chest as she opened her eyes and looked at his peacefully sleeping face.

Memories and emotions from the night before rushed into her mind, as she shuddered at the overwhelming need for closeness directed towards Elijah that had sprouted in her heart.

Pressing her nose and lips against the side of his neck, Jean left a tender kiss and deeply inhaled his comforting scent, when she suddenly became very aware of his erection pressing against the inside of her upper thigh, almost touching her lower lips.

The next moment a thought – a desire – bloomed in her mind that she simply couldn't shake off.

Moving slowly, Jean propped up her body on her hands and knees, her hair falling down around her head like a curtain. She placed a soft kiss on Elijah's lips, before slowly moving down his body until she came face to face with his cotton-clad shaft.

With a gentle use of her telekinesis and some careful movements of her hands, Jean freed Elijah's erection from its confines as she stripped him off his boxers.

Looking at the erect pole in front of her, Jean's fingers slowly traced its veins visible even through the smooth skin before she encased it with her hand.

Suddenly Elijah's muscles tensed, signaling his awakening. Moments later she felt his erection pulse and twitch in her hand as his voice drifted into her ears.

“Jean?”, Elijah voiced out, a raspy tone to his voice.

Looking up into his gorgeous green eyes, she saw the incredible heat currently burning inside them as Elijah propped himself up on his elbows.

His wild black locks framing his face adding to the untamed look in his eyes, as Jean wanted nothing more than to see his beautiful features turning into a mask of pleasure.

Keeping her gaze locked with his and trying to display all the affection she felt for him through her eyes alone, she placed a soft kiss on the side of his shaft.

Feeling the responding twitch and hearing Elijah hiss in pleasure, Jean once again pressed her lips against his erection, though this time she opened her mouth a little and let her tongue slip out and gave his erection a short lick, all the while looking up in his eyes.

At this point, his eyes were nearly aflame with desire and the look inside them made heat rush to her core. Next, Jean started to slowly move her hand up and down his shaft while moving her lips and tongue over the satin skin.

Subdued pants and moans were her reward, while her unoccupied hand had started to wander up to his abdomen and chest, caressing his skin and re-drawing the contours of his muscles.

Finally, Jean opened her lips and placed them around the head of his shaft, slowly stroking the bulbous head with her tongue, causing a deep moan to escape Elijah's lips.

His head fell back as his muscles tensed and his hips automatically pushed upwards, his shaft entering even deeper into her mouth.

Jean found herself burning up in desire simply by seeing Elijah's reaction to her ministration. Her sex already pulsing in need and overflowing with her love juices.

Still, she didn't stop or tried to pleasure herself as she was focused on bringing Elijah the greatest ecstasy possible.

Sealing her lips around his shaft and creating a slight vacuum inside her mouth, she let her tongue wander all over his erection as she moved her head slowly up and down, while her hand stroked the parts her lips couldn't reach. Her other hand still caressing his chest, she felt a thin layer of sweat appearing on his body.

"Jean.", her name escaped Elijah's lips as a moaned whisper and a moment later his whole body tensed up in a beautiful display of strength and sensuality while his seed overflowed from his shaft.

A shudder of pleasure ran through her kneeling form as she saw the intense look of ecstasy on his face and heard her name leave his lips, which spurred in her the desire to draw out his pleasure. And so, as his essence ran down her throat, she continued her gently sucking motions while stroking his shaft lightly.