He undressed for her, piece by piece, baring himself completely. When they were finally skin against skin, Jean’s hands roamed over his chest, feeling the heat and the heartbeat that matched hers in its wild rhythm.

Their kisses deepened, lips parting and breaths mixing until the ache became unbearable. Logan’s hands slid down her sides, over the curve of her thighs, before settling at her hips. He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

"If you want me to stop..."

"Don’t," she whispered, voice shaking. "I want this. I want you."

Logan exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against hers as he positioned himself. For a brief moment, everything else... The rain still drumming faintly against the window, the chaos waiting outside these walls... fell away.

With a slow, careful push, he entered her, drawing a gasp from Jean’s lips. Logan froze, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, fighting every instinct that told him to go faster, deeper.

He caught her one arm putting above her head and pushed into her again. Harder.

"Breathe with me," He murmured. "Feel me inside yours... Feel how hard I am for you."

She nodded, fingers digging into his shoulders, breath coming in soft, shaky pants. Slowly, they found a rhythm... a dance between vulnerability and desire, each movement speaking words neither of them dared voice.

Jean’s soft moans filled the quiet room, mingling with Logan’s ragged breathing. His hand brushed her hair from her damp forehead, thumb caressing her cheek as if to anchor them both.

"Jean..." He whispered against her lips, voice cracking under the weight of all the emotions flooding through him.

She pulled him closer, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper. The ache inside her blossomed into warmth, sharp and sweet.

Their bodies moved together, not in frantic urgency but in desperate tenderness... as if this moment could rewrite the hurt of the past, as if their love could eclipse every shadow that haunted them.

When release finally claimed them, it was not loud or violent but slow, trembling, and raw... leaving them breathless and clinging to each other as though afraid to let go.

Logan stayed above her, breath ragged, his thumb brushing away the tears that had slipped from Jean’s eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, voice hoarse and shaking.

Jean nodded, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Yes... more than okay," She whispered, pulling him down for one last soft, lingering kiss.

They lay tangled together, hearts pounding in unison, their breaths slowly calming. For the first time in so long, Jean felt safe. And Logan, resting his forehead against hers, finally allowed himself to believe that maybe... just maybe... He was enough to keep her safe.

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They lay there afterward, skin still flushed, breaths slowly steadying in the hush of the night. Logan had his arm draped around Jean, their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Jean let out a small, content sigh, her fingers drawing lazy circles on his chest.

A soft knock broke the silence, followed by a familiar, teasing voice from the other side of the door.

"Um... excuse me!" Hannah’s voice, half annoyed, half amused. "You two better not be having sex in my house! Seriously, gross!"

Jean’s face turned crimson, burying itself into Logan’s shoulder as an embarrassed laugh escaped her lips. Logan couldn’t help but chuckle too, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek.

"It was your birthday gift, wasn’t it?" Jean mumbled against him, her voice muffled. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Yeah, but I didn’t exactly plan on the walls getting traumatized," Hannah shot back, her tone dripping with mock horror. "Anyway, I’m going to bed and please keep it down! I’d like to sleep without nightmares."

Jean’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter, her face still hidden. Logan smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"She loves us," He teased softly, fingers brushing back her hair.

"She’s going to make fun of us for the rest of our lives," Jean whispered, her voice still shaky from laughter.

"Worth it," Logan murmured, nuzzling his nose against her temple.

Outside, they could hear Hannah grumbling down the hall, her footsteps fading. The room settled back into quiet, but lighter now... soft, playful warmth lingering in the air.

Jean lifted her head, meeting Logan’s gaze. "Do you regret it?" She asked softly.

Logan’s answer was simple. He cupped her cheek, brushed his thumb over her lips, and whispered, "Not for a single second."

Sunlight spilled gently through the sheer curtains, painting golden patterns across the sheets. Jean stirred first, feeling Logan’s steady breath against her neck. Her cheeks still burned remembering Hannah’s teasing the night before, but Logan’s comforting warmth made her relax again.

They got dressed quietly, sharing soft glances and the occasional stolen kiss, before heading to the kitchen.

Hannah was already there, leaning against the counter, coffee mug in hand... waiting. The moment she spotted them, an unmistakable smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Well, look who finally woke up," she teased, drawing out the words. "Did the newlyweds sleep well? Or should I say... keep each other up all night?"

Jean froze mid step, her face flushing so hard it reached her ears.

"Hannah...!" She squeaked, voice cracking.

Logan, unbothered, simply raised an eyebrow, then poured himself some coffee. "Jealous, little sister?" He asked dryly, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Disgusted, actually," Hannah shot back, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her. "But good to see you two looking refreshed. Really... so... radiant."

Jean covered her face with one hand, unable to meet Hannah’s gaze, while Logan lightly draped an arm over Jean’s shoulders.

"Ignore her," He murmured close to Jean’s ear, his tone teasing. "She’s just mad her house is full of love and she’s not getting any."

Hannah made a dramatic gagging noise. "Okay, okay... enough! Let’s eat before you two start making eyes at each other again."

They sat together around the kitchen island, Logan passing Jean a piece of toast, making sure her plate was full. Despite her embarrassment, Jean found herself laughing too... the tension of the past days momentarily lifted.

"You’re really not going to let this go, are you?" Jean asked, side eyeing Hannah as she buttered her toast.

"Nope," Hannah said with fake innocence. "Not until my birthday. Maybe longer."