In Flagrante Delecto by lachlanrose (NC-17)

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Fandom: X-Men Movieverse
Pairing: Scott/Jean (and a bit of Logan/Marie)
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: The Sandbox

Why this must be read: Just like I said in my rec for Victoria P.'s "Circle of Life:"
"... even though I'd call myself a diehard Logan/Marie shipper, I really like the character of Jean Grey; I really like the character of Scott Summers; and I really like them paired together. (I don't mind seeing them deeply in love and having sex!)"

Well, here is another wonderful example of exactly that! In this story, Lachlanrose builds a back story for this line from the great Terri story, "Good Girl."

"He must realize exactly how mortified I am. There was that story about him and Jean being caught a few years ago - the one that has him with his pants down around his ankles and moaning like crazy with Jean in front of him on her knees - maybe he empathizes...." (Marie's thoughts)

The greatest thing about "In Flagrante Delecto" is that we end up with a wonderful character portrait of Scott. The poor guy gets kicked around so much in Logan-centric fics. But in this one, while I wouldn't say that they are exactly friends, Logan certainly comes to respect Scott, not only for the very hard and excellent job he does as the field leader of the X-Men, but also as a man who knows how to take care of his "mate" (Jean).

An excerpt from a conversation between Logan and Jubilee:

Logan took a slow sip from his beer and crossed his arms over his chest. "What the hell are you doin' here at this hour, kid?" He watched her dark, intelligent eyes take in his measure and then, just like that, he was firmly ensconced in the Adult-In-Authority category and her body language shifted accordingly.

She waved the paper in her hand at him. "Dude, I'm here 'cause Mr. Summers is an equal opportunity flunker."

Logan looked nonplussed. He raised an eyebrow at her and tried to keep the smile off his face as he followed her down the hall.

"See, he has this policy for exams. The paper was due today in class, but we're allowed to turn them in late, just so long as they're on his desk before he starts class tomorrow." She sighed and popped her gum again. "You'd think he'd cut us a little more slack, what with Magnet Head trying to mutate the Big Apple, but no." She rolled her eyes at him.

Now it wasn't so hard to keep that smile off his face. This is the kind of respect they taught here at the school? Damn. This kid definitely needed a lesson in pack dynamics. Shit flows down the chain of command. Not up. He gave her a hard look. "Christ, kid. You think he really gives a shit about that stupid test?"

Jubilee blinked at him in shock. Language aside, she'd never even considered that possibility. She opened her mouth to say something. Exactly what, she wasn't sure.

Logan, however, had other ideas. "Quit runnin' your mouth and listen up. It ain't your place to badmouth Cyke. He's got enough shit to deal with already. He doesn't need your crap ontoppa that." Now that he had her attention, it was time to really open her eyes. "Look around you, kid. Don't let all this-" he waved his hand, indicating the opulence surrounding them, "Blind you to the truth. The war ain't comin'. It's already here - and he's on the front line." His eyes narrowed. "Protectin' your asses so you kids can be students instead of somebody's science project." He subconsciously fingered the tags at his neck.

Jubilee's eyes were wide and her mouth was opening and closing, but no sound was coming out.

Good. The kids around here could use a little dose of reality, not to mention a good kick in the ass. He pointed a long, blunt finger at her. "How'd ya like to have the life of every last human in the city restin' on your shoulders, huh? One fuck up on your part and millions of people die." Logan grunted. "Maybe ya oughta think 'bout that the next time you feel like shootin' your mouth off."

Jubilee was stunned for a few moments as her brain tried to wrap itself around Logan's unexpected words, and then, to his surprise, she smiled at him. "Wow, dude. You don't pull any punches, do you?"

His facial expression didn't change. "Nope." He never had before. There was no reason to start now.

Then, later on...

He [Scott] was too close to the edge. Her [Jean] words burned through his consciousness and something inside him snapped. His fingers tightened in her hair, and instead of pushing her away from him, he pulled her closer and turned his face towards the door, towards Logan. He bared his teeth and made a noise in his throat that stopped just short of becoming a full-fledged snarl.

Though it all happened in a split second, the meaning wasn't lost on Logan. It was quite clearly a gesture that said 'this woman is mine' in the most base way possible.

Logan glanced at Jubilee who was gaping at Scott. "Shit." He took a step forward, pulled the paper from Jubilee's hand and threw it in the general direction of Scott's desk as he grabbed her by the scruff and hauled her from the room. A telekinetic slam of the door quickly followed, as did the sound of the lock engaging.

It's a little late for that, darlin'. Logan grunted and pushed Jubilee down the hall toward the elevator.

"OhMyGod. Oh. My. God! Did you see that?"

"Yeah, I saw it, kid." His intelligent gaze had missed nothing. Not the glass on the floor. Not the vivid bite mark on the side of Jean's neck. Not the rivulet of pearly fluid running down the inside of her thigh. And most especially not the look on Scott's face. He knew what Jubilee thought she'd seen. A simple blowjob.

However, he was aware what they'd witnessed was a great deal more than that. Logan knew mate bonding when he saw it. Honestly, it surprised him a little. He hadn't been too sure about Scott, he might be a little green tactically speaking, but it was obvious he knew how to treat his woman. How to show her his dominance and mark his mate properly to bind her to him. Strangely enough, it made him feel better about leaving Marie here. Especially after Scott had bared his teeth at him. He hadn't been expecting that. Well, well. It would seem Slim had some balls after all.

Logan swallowed a chuckle. He respected a good show of strength.

Oh yeah, and did I mention that this story has all kinds of good smut!!!

(If those bits weren't enough to get you to go read the goodness... I don't know what would be! ;) )

In Flagrante Delecto