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This is part three of my untitled series (Scotty's Wet Dream and Frosty the\nIceman).

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Jean Grey is owned by Marvel, not I...unfortunately. Yadda-yadda-yadda, so\ndon't sue me.

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Jean Grey walked slowly through the hall to her room. It had been too long of a\nday for her to think of anything else but a nice hot bath and sleep. She pushed\nher card key into it's slot and the door beeped open.

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She took a deep breath as she made her way inside and towards the bed.\nUnfortunately, the day hadn't gone as planned. She was supposed to sit quietly\nand watch as Hank addressed the Senate Board Committee, but things had turned\nugly too quick. Somehow the protestors outside the Senate building had found\ntheir way inside and soon were causing a huge mess full of shouting and angry\nwords.

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She couldn't sit quietly for too long, not while things were being hurled at\nHank. Shoes and signs and whatever else the mob of people could find to throw at\nthe number one guest speaker.

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Jean plopped down on the bed and tossed off her high heels. She wondered if this\nwas the norm for all Senate Summits. All the ones she had ever attended had gone\nquite similar to the one that day.

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She laughed a little at the ignorance of the protestors. She could never figure\nout how an idea so completely unfounded could be such a widely accepted one.

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Jean pulled the pins out of her hair and shook the bun out. Her red hair\ncascaded down her back and she sighed at the comfortable feeling she got. She\nunbuttoned her blouse and fell back on the bed.

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She knew that the Senate Summit wasn't a vacation, but she was glad for the time\naway from the X-Men and most of all her husband.

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Lately, things had grown increasingly bad between Scott and herself. Nothing was\never good enough for him. If it wasn't her making a bad decision about the team,\nit was a bad decision she made about their relationship. Little things drove him\noff the edge. The clothes she wore, the way she pronounced a word, her opinion\non someone's cooking. But the thing that set him off the worst was their sex\nlife.

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She couldn't please him no matter what she did. And of course, she had to forget\nabout being pleasured by him. It was all about him...getting him off...making\nhim orgasm. She was sick of it. She actually dreaded going to bed at night,\nknowing she would have to have sex with him and knowing he would dictate what\nshe should and shouldn't do. It was horrible.

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She blinked. \"Fuck this,\" she muttered as she sat up, then got up and moved to\nher suitcase.

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She unzipped it and rummaged through it until she found just what she was\nlooking for. A little black dress with a plunging neck line. She quickly threw\noff her clothes and put the dress on.

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She looked at herself in the mirror and made up her mind. She was going to have\na good time if it killed her and she wouldn't once think about make anyone else\nhappy. She shook out her hair once more before putting on some black strappy\nshoes and leaving the room.

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\nThe nightclub was vibrant and full of life.  The dance floor was full of\nwrithing bodies that jiggled and bounced to the R&B; club mix.  The\nmulti-colored lights spun above the dance floor and speckled the room with\nrainbow flecks.\n\nJean wasn't usually into the big nightclubs that made New Year's Eve in New\nYork look like a town meeting, but she was ready to shed that skin and\nexperience something new.\n\nShe walked down a set of stairs and tried not to bump into anyone which was\ndifficult because the stairs were as crowded as the dance floor.  She made it\ndown without doing too much damage and started for the bar.\nShe sat down on the one stool that was vacant and waited for a bartender to\nmake his way to her.\n\nAfter twenty minutes, she lost interest in getting the bartender's attention.\nHe would walk past her and not even notice the beautiful redhead.  She chalked\nit up to him being gay and left it at that.\n\nShe turned on the stool and looked at the dance floor.  Maybe she should try\nit.  There wasn't exactly that much to do except dance and drink and it was\npretty clear that she wouldn't be doing much drinking.  She stood up and\nstraightened her dress, then walked into the throbbing mass of people.\n\nShe felt a little silly dancing by herself and she was feeling a little\nself-conscious about her worn-out dance moves.  She had pretty much been a\nwallflower at any event with dancing involved because, to quote Remy, she\n\"didn' have rhythmic bone in her body\".  She did a little shuffle with her\nfeet and glanced up to see if anyone was staring at her.\n\nShe sighed.  This wasn't working at all.  She wasn't having fun nor was she\neven close to having fun.  She threw up her hands and started to walk away from\nthe dance floor.\n\nAll the sudden, someone grabbed her arm and spun her around.\n\n\"Looks like you could use some help.\"  A deep and purely male voice said.\n\n\"Uh, I-\"\n\n\"Shhhh.\"  He put a finger to her lips and shook his head.  \"Just dance with\nme.\"\n\nShe stared up at him.  He was attractive to say the least.  He had jet black\nhair that was a little long in the back and had curls at the ends.  His deep\nbrown eyes held a mischievous gaze.\n\n\"I can't dance.  I'm horrible at-\"\n\n\"Shhhh.  Just follow my lead and you'll be fine,\" he told her.\n\n\"Okay.\"  She didn't know why she was indulging him.  A perfect\nstranger...who had a great body and breathtaking smile.\n\nHe loosened his grasp on her and let his arm fall low on her back.  He started\nto move his hips in rhythm with the music and motioned for her to do the same.\nShe tried to roll her hips, but it came out looking like she was half-assed\nhula-hooping.\n\n\"Quit trying so hard.  Let the music guide your hips.  Let it flow,\" he said\nas he took his other hand moved over her hip to help her.\n\nIn a matter of moments, she had the hang of the simple move.  He moved closer\nto her and soon they were doing the move together.  \"That's right,\" he\nwhispered in her ear.\n\nHis hand moved from her him to her shoulder, then drifted down her side so\nclose to her breast that she felt his touch there.  Her heart began to beat\nfast and her breathing quickened.  He spun her and brought her back to him,\nthen did a downward twisting with her body.\n\n\"That's good.  See, I told you that you'd get it.\"  He voice was husky\nalmost as if he were feeling the same thing she was.\n\nHe dipped her backwards and slowly brought her up again.  His hand moved to her\nthroat and as he brought her up, his hand traced a path downward.  From the\nhollow of her neck and down through the valley between her breasts, she felt a\nhot fire burn her.\n\n\"What do you want?\"\n\n\"What?\"  She was confused now.  That had just come of the blue or somewhere\neven farther away.\n\n\"You want something, I can tell.  You look like a woman on a mission.  So what\nare you looking for?\"  He asked, continuing his sensuous movements with her.\n\nHow had he known that?  Was he a telepath?  Certainly she would have known if\nhe had entered her mind, wouldn't she?\n\n\"I want to be someone else for a night,\" she told him with a bold confidence\nthat scared her.\n\nHe grinned.  \"Is that right?  Well, I think I might be able to help you if\nyou'd like me to.\"\n\nShe considered that option for a minute.  She hadn't planned to do anything\nsexual, but that choice presented itself and he certainly was willing.  She was\nattracted to him, why not take a chance?\n\n^Because you would be cheating on your husband, Jean.^  Her conscience told\nher.  That was always got the better of her...that damned voice in her head\nthat told her she shouldn't do this and she shouldn't do that.\n\n\"You want to be someone else.  You have to shut out all of those tendencies to\nwant to do what you always do.  Stop thinking and feel.\"\n\nShe stared at him.  Where had he come from?  Was it just coincidence that he\nwould see her tonight of all nights and come over to her?\n\nDespite her better judgment, she closed her eyes and nodded.  \"All right.\"\n\n\"You don't look too sure, there, Scarlet.\"\n\nShe smirked and gave him a impish look.  \"I'm sure, just keep calling me\nScarlet.\"\n\nHe cocked an eyebrow and nodded his head.  \"Whatever you say.\"\n\n
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He hadn't touched her since they left the nightclub. Jean began to wonder if he\nwas having second thoughts and then began to have second thoughts of her own.

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She popped the card into the slot and heard it beep. She walked in and turned\nthe lights on.

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\"Do you want something to drink? I have the mini-bar,\" she said, pointing to the\nlittle countertop and refrigerator in the corner of the room.

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\"No, thanks.\"

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She blinked and nodded a little. \"Okay.\"

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The room filled with silence and Jean was tempted to run out of the hotel. She\nwas so uncomfortable that she fidgeted uncontrollably. She didn't know what to\ndo next and she thought he was feeling the same way.

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^Maybe I should initiate the sex.^ She said the words in her mind and it sounded\nso clinical. This wasn't what she had in mind. It seemed like the same thing she\nwould do with Scott every night. Her only hopeful light came from knowing that\nthis stranger might be better in bed.

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She reached for her zipper and was about to unzip her dress when all of the\nsudden he spoke. \"No.\"

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\"W-W-What?\" Was he refusing her? Oh, this night had gone from bad to worse in a\nmatter of an hour.

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He glared at her, then stood up. He slowly moved over to her and put his hand on\nher collarbone, brushing her shoulder as he moved behind her. His presence was\nlarger than life and Jean felt her blood grow hotter.

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He lowered his head and she could feel his warm breath on her bare skin. He\nbrushed his lips over her neck, then sucked it lightly. She shivered and closed\nher eyes. He put his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms, causing\ngoose bumps to form over her skin.

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She heard her zipper being unzipped and then her dress falling to the floor. His\nhands explored her body with an expert touch.

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He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples causing them to\ngrow harder than she had ever felt them grow before. \"Does this feel good?\"

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\"Oh, god, yes!\" She gasped as he pinched her nipples lightly.

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He turned her to face him. His eyes had grown darker, full of passion. \"Whoever\nhas you doesn't worship you the way you should be worshipped.\"

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Jean felt her heart swell with happiness and she wrapped her arms around his\nneck. She kissed him with full force, her tongue caressing his. He tasted like\nbrandy and something she couldn't quite place...cigars, perhaps? Whatever it was\nit was making her tipsy, dizzy with perfect pleasure.

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His large hand settled at her tailbone and slowly slid upward until he brought\nit over her shoulder and down between the valley of her breasts. His touch was\nso light that it sent a wave of shivers through her.

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\"Who are you?\" he whispered, caressing her cheek. He licked her upper lip, then\ndrew her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently.

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\"I-\"

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\"Shhh.\" He placed his index finger over her lips and stared at her for a moment.\n\"Scarlet. Who is Scarlet?\"

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Her belly twisted. She had been so close to telling him who she was. How had he\nknown?

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Who was Scarlet? What did she want? Scarlet wanted to be in charge. She wanted\nto tell this nameless man what to do, order him to do her bidding.

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These new feelings both frightened and excited her. If she did take charge,\nwould he play along? He seemed to want to help her be someone else. Would he go\nall the way? Would she?

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Taking in a shaky breath, Jean-or rather Scarlet- spoke. \"Kiss my breasts.\"

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The stranger grinned. For a moment, she was sure he wouldn't do it, but then he\nslowly lowered his lips to her breast and kissed her lightly.

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She moaned. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. \"Suck right here.\" She\ntouched her nipple, then guided his head over the rosy peak.

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He sucked and licked and bit gently. He switched between both nipples, torturing\none for a while then the other until she was groaning so loud that she was sure\neveryone on her floor would hear her.

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\"What else do you want me to do?\" he asked as he licked a path up to the base of\nher neck.

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\"Carry me to the bed and take off my panties,\" she ordered.

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He picked her up and did as she had said, laying her on the bed and removing her\nwet, black silk underwear. He left her garter belt and stockings on as well as\nher high heels. He let his gaze wander over her exposed skin then kneeled on the\nbed.

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Continuing his exploration of her breasts, he made his way southward. Kissing\nher stomach and nibbling on her skin. His hands rested on the tops of her\nthighs.

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\"And now?\" He kissed the soft thatch of hair that nestled above her womanhood.\n\"Do you want me to kiss you lower?\"

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Her voice was raspy and full of passion. \"Yes.\"

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His hands gripped her thighs and spread her. He traced his tongue around her\nouter skin, being very careful not to touch her most sensitive parts. Suddenly,\nhe licked from bottom to top, the very center of her. Her hips bucked wildly.

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\"Oh, God! Don't stop!\"

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Flicking his tongue over her clit, he slowly pushed his middle finger in her. He\npulled out, then in again. Faster and harder, adding another finger all the\nwhile making love to her clit with his expert tongue.

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He moaned and she could feel the vibrations straight through her. It sent her\nover the edge, her climax shooting from head to toe. She screamed and panted,\nher hips jerking.

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\"Do you want it all, Miss Scarlet?\" His voice startled her and reality slammed\ninto her.

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What had she just done? God, this was by far the stupidest thing she had ever-

\n

\"You're thinking again. Don't. Tell me. Tell me you want me inside of you. Tell\nme you want to come again. Tell me. Something.\"

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She still wanted him, couldn't get enough of him, this stranger who know her\nbody better than anyone else. After this, she would never see him again. \"I want\nyou. I need you to be inside of me right now.\"

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He made quick work of his clothing and joined her back on the bed. He was\nmagnificent, muscled, bronze skin. Light sprinkling of black hair covered his\nchest and trailed downward to a larger patch of curls. His cock stood erect,\nproudly displaying itself. He was longer and larger than Scott, which was pretty\nimpressive considering Scott was not even close to being small.

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His skin smelled of rain and she wondered what he tasted like. Of course, she\ncould always find out...

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Maneuvering her body, she got into a position where she was eye level with his\nerection. Shyly, she closed her hand over the base of it and moved upward. His\ngroans of pleasure told her that she was doing something right and she quickly\nset onto a different type of pleasure.

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She licked the head of his cock, then down the length of its shaft. God, he even\ntasted like rain. Swirling her tongue around the hardened flesh, she opened her\nmouth to him. He slid so smoothly into her hot mouth that she was sure that it\nwas the only place it belonged.

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She sucked him and played with the soft sac underneath. Her tempo changed\nrapidly from soft and slow to hard and fast. His orgasm welled up in the base of\nhis cock, she could feel it.

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Just as he was about to release himself, he pulled her mouth away. She thought\nabout fighting him. Hell, she actually wanted him to come in her mouth. But the\nlook on his face told her that he had better plans.

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He leaned her back on the bed and began teasing her with the tip of his arousal.\nHe flicked it over her clit, then slid it down her and into her. He filled her\nslightly, pulled back, and thrust as hard as he could into her.

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\"Shit! Holy mother of-\" Her voice was muffled by his mouth covering hers. Their\ntongues dueled as he slid in and out of her wet pussy, making her even hotter-\nif that was even possible.

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Her orgasm was building up, her muscles began to tighten as the first waves of\nher climax washed over her. She yelled obscenities she never thought would ever\ncome from her mouth as she experienced the best fucking orgasm she had ever had.

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His followed soon after, his seed shooting straight into her womb. A purely\nanimalistic growl escaped his throat and her whole body shivered.

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He rolled off of her. Here it was. He would leave now and never say another word\nto her.

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But wait! What is he doing?

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His arms enfold her and hold her so tightly that she almost can't breathe. But\nshe didn't say anything, the feeling she felt was so good that she didn't want\nit to end.

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\n

Jean woke up to the sound of a ringing telephone. She grabbed for the receiver.\n\"Hello?\" she asked groggily.

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\"Good morning, Miss Grey. This is your wake-up call. It is now eight AM. Have a\ngreat day.\"

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Her whole body ached from the workout she had had the night before. The stranger\nhad kept her up until four that morning. He was insatiable.

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She turned over and half-expected him to still be lying next to her. But he had\nleft while she slept, or at least when he thought she had been sleeping.

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She had never caught his name, but at some point she had begun calling him Don\nJuan. Oh, the things she had said to him. A red hot blush crept onto her cheeks.

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He was everything she had ever dreamed of. Sexy and open-minded.

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\"Maybe you should try being Scarlet all the time. I think she is the real you,\nmy lovely,\" he had said. Words of wisdom, he had been full of them.

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Only question was: would she be wise enough to follow his advice?

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