xp_logs | Not So Plain Jane - And Here's To You, Mrs. Robinson

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Backdated to Tuesday the 14th, Jane follows through on her idea.

NC-17 for sexual content.

Bobby checked the room number scribbled on a slip of paper one more time, then knocked on the hotel room door, excited and nervous. He was glad Jean had called, and was hoping to find out more about just why she'd left Xavier's, but more than that, it was gratifying that she wanted to spend time with him.

Jane had been very careful setting up for this. Even the idea of what she had planned had Jean screaming in the back of her mind, which was rather the point, and meant it had to go perfectly. Her outfit was incredibly brief, but it was technically something she could wear outside so she wouldn't rouse his suspicions. She'd been following his mind as it got closer and closer, and was ready when the knock came.

Leaning over to peer into the mirror and adjust her makeup - providing an excellent view of her legs disappearing up into her very short skirt - she called out, "It's open, Bobby."

Bobby opened the door--and froze. He was underdressed, clearly. Or overdressed, depending on how you looked at it, which he couldn't seem to stop doing. God, she has fabulous legs, he thought absently. "Um. I didn't realise I should have..." Dressed like a pimp?

He cleared his throat and tried to do the same with his mind. He threw up a mental shield, trying to block her from picking up on the more inappropriate thoughts racing through his sex-deprived brain. "Where are we going?"

The shield was entierly superfluous, since she knew exactly what he had to be thinking anyway. Besides, if she wanted to know it would be childsplay to get it out of him. "Take a seat," she said airily, not turning around, "I'll only be half a second." But, of course, she'd dumped a bunch of suitcases on the chairs, and the only seat to be had was on the bed, directly oposite where she was leaning towards the mirror. She idly wondered if the angle would be right for him to see down her reflection's shirt, but decided she didn't care enough to make it happen.

Bobby glanced around, then sank onto the bed, feeling vaguely uncomfortable. A few years ago, he would have killed to be alone in a hotel room with Dr. Jean Grey, or so he thought. But the reality was...weird. "You look...nice," he said, just to feel the silence, staring at the picture on the wall to avoid ogling her legs (and the barest glimps of panty that he'd gotten as he sat). A seashore, complete with a clump of wildflowers and an abandoned pail and shovel. They put the lamest pictures in hotel rooms.

"I'm glad you think so," she said softly. "You do as well, I must say."

Bobby blushed, smiling despite himself. "Thanks. So where are we going...?" Looking like that? was the rest of the thought, but he managed to keep it to himself, or at least tried.

"Are you very hungry? I've got to admit, I'm not." Finishing up at the mirror she turned around and moved to sit next to him on the bed. "In which case, we could just as easily stay in and catch up."

Bobby had been hungry, but nerves were steadily killing his appetite. "Oh...sure. That'd be cool." He tried to relax, leaning back on his hands on the bed, and brought his eyes back to her. "So, uh...what happened?" He tried to sound as airily casual about it as he could.

"Hmmm?" Jane asked, mimicking his posture close enough that their hands were touching. "Oh, my meeting the other day went fine," she said. "And you never did say what brought you to Boston."

That wasn't what Bobby'd meant, but he let it drop for a minute. "Oh, you know...just visiting my family for a bit. Things at the mansion were kinda..." A mess. He sighed, scrubbing a hand through his hair. Not what he wanted to think about right now. "What was the meeting about?"

Ignoring the question, Jane turned to face him, a concerned look on her face. "It's because of Terry, isn't it? I saw her in New York the other week..." Resting her hand on his shoulder she added, "I'm so sorry, Bobby."

Bobby jolted, then sighed and nodded, figuring she'd probably picked something up out of his mind, despite his mental shields. "...Wait, you saw her? How did she look?" Happy? Pining? ...Covered in chocolate sauce? Damn Tommy Jones.

"Well, it was just after her audition, so she was nervous, but happy, I think," Jane lied. "She seemed to be doing very well, and certainly the audition went wonderfully."

Pride and disappointment warred briefly in Bobby, but pride won out. Of course the audition went wonderfully, it was Terry, after all. And he knew that she had missed him, even if she wasn't thinking of him that day. She'd had a lot of other things to concentrate on. "I'm sure she did an amazing job," he said quietly, with a sad smile. God, he missed her so much.

Ok, that was just sickening. Jane wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Definitely time for a subject change. Besides, the boy was here alone, in her hotel room, sitting on her bed, and thinking about that little slip of a girl. Madness. She gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze, then widened her eyes as though in shock. "Oh, God, Bobby, you're muscles are so stiff. It's all this worrying - it's not good for you." In a flash she was behind him on the bed, her hands moving surely, massaging his shoulders and down his back.

Bobby swallowed, straightening and tensing at the overly familiar touch--not something he was used to from Jean. Affection, sure, but this? Was making him a bit uncomfortable. "It's...I'm all right," he mumbled, his head falling forward despite his apprehension. It did feel good. And besides, it was just a backrub. She was a doctor, for Chrissakes. "Mmm...thanks, though. That's nice."

"I'm glad," Jane said softly, continuing the massage, hands moving slowly and carefully and not exactly clinically. Honestly, it was the oldest trick in the book and kind of tired, but she couldn't afford to scare him, and there was the 'audience' to think of. Her eyes flickered to where the camera was hidden and she smiled slightly before scooting even closer to Bobby.

Bobby made a low noise in the back of his throat, the massage starting to affect him more than it was relaxing him. "...Dr. Grey?" he said softly, reverting back to addressing her more formally to try to get some distance. "Maybe we should..." Put some distance between us. And give me something to put on my lap. "I'm kinda hungry after all, if you don't mind..."

"Relax, Bobby," Jane said, leaning forward to all but breathe the words into his ear. "I just want you to feel... good." The massage was much more a caress now.

Bobby shuddered, his body and his mind immediately at odds. "Jean...what are you doing?" he murmured, his breathing quickening, both from arousal and nervousness.

"Giving you something you've wanted for a long time..." She let her hands move to wander across his chest.

...Oh, crap. "No...Scott," Bobby protested, feeling like he was in one of those nightmares where you're frozen in place, no matter how much your mind screams at you to move. "You're married. This is wrong...and Terry, I can't do that to Terry..." He was babbling now, his body trembling under her touch, and now he was trying to convince himself just as much as her, trying to remind himself why Jean touching him like that wasn't right, because ohdeargod, it FELT right. Especially after being so lonely and starving for someone's touch, for the past few weeks.

Inside Jane's mind, Jean was screaming. It was perfect. And the great thing about being a telepath was you could tell just where and how and what to do, and the conflict in his mind was delicious. "Oh, you could, though, Bobby, you know you could and you know you want to. It would be so easy and so good." She nuzzled at his ear, trailing her lips along the outer rim.

Bobby's breath left him in a sharp gust of frosty air, another shiver running through him. "...Please," he whispered, tilting his head as her mouth raised goosebumps on his arms. "This isn't...right..." His voice trailed off into a whimper.

Jane reached around, sliding her hands underneath his shirt and beginning to trace abstract figures with her fingers. "Right doesn't come into it," she said softly. "This is about feeling good, not being good. And it will feel so very, very good."

She was touching him in just the right way, in all the right places, and his resolve was slowly crumbling in the face of his increasing arousal. "Jean." He turned her name into a plea, because it was all he could do, his heart pounding with fear--but with excitement, too.

It would be very easy to make him do this, but that wasn't what she wanted. While hurting Bobby was incidental to her goals, it was an added bonus and for him, the knowledge that he didn't stop this, that he did it willingly? That was going to be what burned.

"And think," she said, her hands moving up under his shirt until they reached his nipples, "I'm no sweet, innocent girl-child." And, indeed, the actions of her fingers proved that.

Actions which were growing increasingly hard to ignore, and Bobby's body was most definitely responding to her, even if his mind hadn't quite got on the same page. "Ohgodohgodohgodohgod..." he began chanting under his breath subconsciously.

Jane pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then worked her way nibbling and sucking up his neck back to his ear. "Tell me you want this, Bobby. Say it."

Oh man, not the ear. That was just playing dirty "I--I..." Her teeth pressed in just the right spot on his earlobe and Bobby moaned, leaning back against her. "I want you, Jean...I do." It wasn't exactly what she'd asked for, but it was the truth, and if he was half-sobbing, so what? He was completely hard, what more could she want?

Which, in truth, suited Jane better - his confusion was intoxicating, and it was the work of seconds to rid him of his shirt revealing more skin for her to play with.

Every touch, every kiss, every caress of hers hit him in exactly the right places, the ones that made him melt, sent electricity through him. "Oh, fuck," he whispered, one hand resting on her hair as his head fell back, his brain washing its hands of the whole situation, if he wasn't going to listen.

Sliding out from behind Bobby, Jane pressed him back onto the bed, remaining kneeling next to him. Not stopping the actions of her hands she asked, almost conversationally, "What will you tell Terry, Bobby? Will you tell her about this at all? Will you tell her I was better? Or will you eve be able to face her at all?"

Bobby flinched, whimpering as he tried to sit up, her mention of Terry sending a pang through him. "No! I have to..." He pressed his hands to his eyes, his head almost hurting with the contradictory thoughts flitting through it. "God..." His heart sunk back into his stomach as he thought of Terry again, and the horrible things he'd said to her on Sunday.

With his eyes covered and her back to the camera, Jane didn't bother to hide the nasty little smile that spread across her face as she slid her hands down, teasing her fingers just under the waste of his jeans.

Bobby's body arched into her touch, his face twisted with both pleasure and pain as he groaned. Her continued coaxing and her knowledge of all of his weak points, his fantasies and kinks, had left him unable to do much more than lie back, writhing at her touch.

Really, the telepathy just made this so easy it would almost be boring. Luckily, the opportunity to torture him kept it fun. His fly undone, Jane took him in her hand and began to stroke, musing idly, "It's just as well you and Terry aren't together anymore - could you ever be with her again without thinking of this?"

He might have been able to, before she'd said that, but now he wasn't so sure. Not that it would matter, especially not after this. "Just...stop," he half-begged, half-growled, raising himself up and curling an arm around her neck, pulling her mouth toward his for a kiss.

"Is that what you want?" she asked, when he let her breathe again, her hand moving in a way designed to make him crazy. "You want me to stop?" Not that she had any intention of doing so.

"Yes...no..." Bobby shook his head, eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Stop talking about her!" he burst out suddenly, rocking his hips hungrily.

She telekinetically pulled his jeans all the way off, and the boxers too, moving to straddle him although she was still fully clothed. "So, I probably shouldn't talk about Cloud, either, then? What about your denial about John?" Leaning over, she stopped any chance of reply with a kiss.

It was probably for the best, since bringing up John in particular was an especially nasty blow. He yelped into her mouth, though it was hard to tell which surprised him more, the mention of Allerdyce or her astride his quite suddenly naked lower body. His hands moved to her hips almost as if she'd told them to, and he squirmed restlessly beneath her as the kiss continued.

Between her body and her mind, Jane had a perfect arsenal to drive Bobby to distraction. Even when he tried to keep her from talking he couldn't shut her words out from his mind and the only way to escape them was to throw himself into the sensations, so it wasn't surprising that he had no idea where or when the rest of their clothing had gone, or how he had ended up on top of her.

But by then, it had gone too far for him to care. He slid into her with a moan, his movements those of an overeager teenager, and it was pretty clear this wasn't going to last long enough for her to get much physical pleasure from the act.

Jane almost burst out laughing at how easy it had been to strip away all his control but managed to control herself as he thrust away, utterly unaware of how little she cared about the actual sex. Good sex she could get just about anywhere, but this? This was much, much better than that.

This was about Jean, locked in her own mind and so unable to deal with what Jane was doing that she'd willingly tightened her own cage so she didn't have to see.

An embarrassingly short time after it began it was over, and Bobby collapsed atop her, panting. It had been amazing, and the guilt over what he'd done wouldn't catch up to him for several more minutes. For the moment, he felt great.

Jane stroked her hands along his skin, letting him catch his breath and waiting until his heart rate had slowed before speaking again. Finally, in a soft, low voice, she said, "Well. If this is what you're like, no wonder Terry was so desperate for Marius she was almost begging him to do her rough."

Bobby rolled away immediately, looking as if she'd just punched him. "...Huh?"

Jane sat part way up, propping herself on her elbows to look at him. "I saw her the other day; you know her shields really just aren't that good... Caught the flicker of the thought. Quite shocking, really. Wouldn't have thought it of Terry."

Bobby would have though, of course--which just made it feel that much more genuine, and sting that much more. "I...I should go." God, what had he done? And how would he fix things with Terry now...and did he even want to? He sat up, looking for his pants.

Jane didn't say anything, quite agreeing that he should leave so she could get back to her plans. She simply watched him frantically collect his clothes, listening to the downward spiral of his thoughts with amusement.

Bobby dressed quickly and paused at the door, unsure what to say. The guilt and self-hatred were already beginning. "I--bye," he mumbled, and let himself out. He could at least make it to his car without breaking down, surely. If he hurried.

The smile on Jane's face as the door closed behind Bobby was anything but a nice smile. Anyone looking at her would know something was wrong. But, of course, she'd shut off the sound recording on the tape, and would simply erase the ending if she had to. All in all, though, a very successful night.