Jean Dances for Remy

Remy was amused to see her wearing her old Marvel Girl outfit.

It seemed like a relic from a long ago time, but he certainly liked how well it fit her.

"So, why this outfit?" He asked her, looking her up and down.

"Figured you'd get a kick out of it, I believe you once gave quite the wolf whistle when you saw me wearing it in some old photos you were being shown." She answered.

"And, before you ask, I am never going to put that Black Queen outfit on again, not for you or anyone else." She said, her tone a warning that he should never broach the subject with her.

"I was never gonna ask in de first place." He responded, although they both knew he was lying.

Still, they had other things to focus on at the moment, so they ignored that particular minefield.

Both would prefer to focus on the pleasure they were soon going to experience.

This was, after all, something they'd both fantasized about many times.

And that fantasy became more frequent once their affair began.

Now, here they were, about to live out that fantasy.

Jean walked over to a small stereo and pressed the play button on it.

Soon enough some smooth jazz began to play and Jean began to dance.

Jean had a sensuality to her that she rarely showed away from the battlefield.

Usually she only danced like this when she'd had a few too many drinks and she mainly just wanted to slow dance with Scott.

Remy never thought he'd actually be able to be in this situation with her, but he was sure thankful that this was happening.

If Remy had learned anything about Jean over the years, it was that she could be very unpredictable at certain times.

It wasn't an all the time thing, but he did noticed that she'd pull something when he'd least expect it.

Jean's inner wild side always seemed to be begging to come out.

For the most part, she'd kept it hidden away, but something about Remy brought it out of her.

Now that he knew he had that kind of power over her, he reveled in that knowledge.

He loved that he could draw something out of her that no one else could.

Not even Logan could have gotten her to do something like this.

After a few moments of dancing, Jean slowly slipped out of her dress, leaving her in a some lacy black lingerie.

Remy was very impressed with what she was wearing.

It had to cost a pretty penny and he respected that so he'd make sure not to rip it.

Remy prided himself on being the gentleman, after all.

Granted most people would say he was the opposite of a gentlemen, but the women he'd been with in the past would eagerly defend him from any charges.

Jean would have been no different, if anyone but them had known about this affair.

Of course, if anyone did know, it would absolutely be the end of their time in the X-Men, with neither of them being sure who would be the bigger problem: Cyclops or Rogue.

Not that either of them really cared about their significant others at the moment.

All either cared about was what was going on in the champagne room at the moment.

After a bit more dancing, Jean decided it was time to take her bra off.

Remy loved the site of her absolutely perfect breasts, he loved them.

Which Jean appreciated, granted they'd both admit that he loved every inch of her body and he always made sure to worship every inch of it whenever he could, but he still thought her breasts were especially spectacular.

At the moment, she was happily moving her body and torturing him by keeping her panties on.

His willpower was strong, but she was definitely trying to make him break the whole "No Touching" rule.

Any other man would have collapsed by now, but Remy was trying his hardest not to.

Still, Jean was the most tempting woman he'd ever been in the presence of and she knew it.

Jean clearly loved having that kind of power over a man.

Especially someone like Gambit.

After all he was a legendary ladies man and he'd been around long enough that he clearly knew how to be the one to make someone lose control, so turning the tables on him was a lot of fun.

Gambit had to admit, that he liked it quite a bit.

There were few things he liked more than a woman who could take charge when she needed to.

Even though he knew Jean could do on the battlefield, he'd had his doubts abut the bedroom, at least until they first hooked up.

Turned out that he didn't have to be worried about that.

Jean actually relished the idea of being able to take charge and he soon knew he'd made the right choice in starting an affair with her.

Right now, Jean was determined to push him to the very edge of control...then she give one last light shove right over the edge.

She knew she was getting him closer and closer, but, of course, the problem was the closer he got, the more he'd resist.

He was a fighter like that.

Of course, Jean liked being locked in a struggle of wills like this with him.

Remy was renowned for being stubborn as hell when he wanted to be...something that Jean was determined to conquer.

She wondered if that was why she truly liked being around him, that he brought out some of her worst traits and let her revel in them.

In this case, it was the fact that, deep down, she liked power.

She especially liked using her own sexuality for power.

Heck she even liked the idea of giving others that she felt were like her power over her.

She knew Scott would have been disgusted by such a thing so she never bothered to try anything with him.

Remy, however, was fine with her embracing this type of power.

Even if she couldn't show the world this side of her, Remy was more than ok with her showing this side to him.

Now that her top was off, Jean began to move on to her skirt.

She began to take her skirt off as slowly as she could.

Making sure that it was torturous for Remy.

She loved having him under her thumb...at least for the time being.

She was gonna happily take the metaphorical leash off of him when she felt like the time was right.

If he didn't take it off himself.

In truth, she was fine with either one.

She loved control, but being the one to make Remy LeBeau, a man well known for keeping his cool, to lose it and give in to his desires would also be quite the feather in her cap.

With her skirt off, she then slowly moved to her panties.

She teased taking them off multiple times, but instead she'd opt to simply rub her pussy through the cloth of her panties.

Remy enjoyed the show, but it still having an intense effect on his patience.

As such, when Jean finally took her panties off, Remy felt like he'd reached his boiling point.

Remy LeBeau, the man who prided himself on being able to wait until the time was right, was now contemplating just taking Jean before the song even ended.

Still, he wanted to stay until she told him it was time.

Even if she had told him that he could touch her whenever he wanted, he felt the need to make the point that he could wait as long as possible.

Of course, when she bent over and began to play with her pussy, Remy realized that he had a choice to make and he had to make it quick.