Teaching [for Logan] (current)
Jean lay in bed, her back butted against Logan's chest, her fingers trailing over the back of his hand and up his arm as it rested against her thigh. His breath on her neck was comforting to her, and the fact that it was was driving her up a wall. She couldn't sleep. Her connection to Logan had become a weakness, and she needed to make sure she could turn it back in her favor.
He was too receptive to telepathy. Emma could easily tap into his mind if she wanted to, see into his mind, see what things had transpired between the two. Plus, he projected. Jean easily could've gone into his head while he slept, built in traps and blocks, but she didn't. It was so unlike her not to, but there it was. There was a middle ground, though. She could teach him how to build his own psychic block, get inside his head while he knew she was there, make him work to force her out. Once he knew how, she could build it up for him, give him the ability to block out the blonde on his own, with a little extra stopping power from Jean.
She could do that. She could that easily.
She shifted under his arm, turning until she was facing him. Her nose brushed along his, and she let her fingers scratch lightly at his chest. "Logan," she whispered, not wanting to wake her roommate, but wanting to rouse him. She kissed him softly, then nudged him a little. "Wake up."
He was too receptive to telepathy. Emma could easily tap into his mind if she wanted to, see into his mind, see what things had transpired between the two. Plus, he projected. Jean easily could've gone into his head while he slept, built in traps and blocks, but she didn't. It was so unlike her not to, but there it was. There was a middle ground, though. She could teach him how to build his own psychic block, get inside his head while he knew she was there, make him work to force her out. Once he knew how, she could build it up for him, give him the ability to block out the blonde on his own, with a little extra stopping power from Jean.
She could do that. She could that easily.
She shifted under his arm, turning until she was facing him. Her nose brushed along his, and she let her fingers scratch lightly at his chest. "Logan," she whispered, not wanting to wake her roommate, but wanting to rouse him. She kissed him softly, then nudged him a little. "Wake up."