#192. Dreams
I'm being pressed against a wall. By mutant hands and by the "all-powerful fire bug" that encompasses my best friend. Oh I'm certain all of you remember who that is, yes? If not, please go here, to this post. Yes,that's right, impressionable Jean Tallulah Grey. And no I do not care if that is not her middle name. I will call her what ever I please.
But yes, as to this dream. Pressing me against the wall to the wall in the X-Corps building. Our usual banter moving back and forth, scaring away the witless human behind the reception desk. But Jean doesn't care anymore. Not by the look in her eyes. Pushing and pulling. Wanting me to change. First Logan, then Wanda. Then myself again. And little Miss Grey is on her knees in front of me. Tongue sliding along my thighs. Following my directions. Moving and doing what one should. Not as entirely gifted as my little scientist but she is able to get the job done. And then we're through. And she's left wanting and angry--
Oh wait. That wasn't a dream.