Been slam busy at work

So I haven't had as much time to write the last week or so. Hopefully the holidays will provide me a few free hours to knock a couple things out. I've got several stories in the works but here's what I hope to get out by the end of the month:

Final version of the bachelor party + the Wedding Chapter for Jay and Carly

Another chapter of Endless Opportunities

At least one more chapter in another story (see poll tomorrow)

House of seX: This one is new although it's alluded to in the Carly's side of the story. Basically fanfic based on the X-Men. I had used it as a throwaway story element in that chapter but the idea kept tickling around in my mind and then this new x-men run got me interested again. Specifically the polyamorous Summers relationship. Here's a brief sneak preview. Don't worry, if you're not into comic books this will still be worth reading. It's less about people flying around shooting laser beams and more about quirky relationships (that I know you all love).

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Jean sat at the window of their room, staring out into the empty void beyond. The new Summers “Estate” had scared her at first. After all, a version of her had died here. She’d given up a child here. Frankly, a good 80% of her worst memories were from here.

And yet, it felt good to reclaim this little slice of heaven. She watched through the window as the stars twinkled, unobstructed by atmospheric pollution or city lights. There were trillions of stars out there of all different variety. She’d been to some of them. So much life that it was beyond imagination.

She turned to look at the sleeping form in the bed. Only one arm was visible as the man snored and slept the kind of exhausted sleep that only comes after a thoroughly athletic interaction. She looked at the chiseled muscles of that hairy arm, briefly remembering the last three, very energetic hours. It was always like this when they returned from missions. Amped up on adrenal and awash with hormones, there was always an inevitable need to reconnect to those lovers that you had just engaged in life and death struggles with. A bonding and a closeness that people couldn’t understand. Jean had always heard the rumors about the Olympic village and what went on their between the athletes. She imagined that this was a lot like that but dialed up to 11.

A brief shudder traveled down her spine as she thought about it. This new life was so weird. So unlike what she’d previously imagined her life being like. Had she ever imagined being married to Scott would be like… well… like this? She looked at the arm in the bed again, briefly discarding the thought of waking him. He’d left her sore and sated. There was no need for another round right now. They had their whole lives… frankly multiple lives, to do this again. 

Jean grabbed her t-shirt and slipped it on. It barely covered her but she felt awkward walking around completely naked. Walking over to the recessed alcove in the South wall she waved her hand and the private door opened for her. It was well hidden and only a few people knew about it. As Jean walked, she started to reach out to her husband’s mind but stopped herself. No need to run the risk of disturbing him. A smile flitted across her face briefly as she thought about that. Maybe he’d want her to disturb him?

Before she could decide, the last door in her little journey opened up. The room was dark and smelled very strongly of sweat and sex. Everyone had needs after a mission. The only light came from the other door to the room. She just barely caught a glimpse of a lithe woman wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy white panties walking out the door. The blonde stood tall and proud, not ashamed of her sexual activities. Jean wondered if she would ever be like that. Of course, Jean sort of enjoyed the sneaking so maybe she’d never try.

She looked at the bed and saw her husband sitting there with his arms propped back. His muscular chest was smooth, strong and lean. So unlike Logan’s. And yet just as attractive to Jean.

“Did you have fun with Emma, my love?”

Scott smiled and nodded. Jean could feel him open his mind to her. Their psychic link was so strong and well practiced that the two knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves. 

--I think we both tried to wear each other out. How was Logan?--

Jean smiled and let the images of the last three hours run through her mind and, as a result, Scott’s as well. She felt the returning mix of emotions. Arousal, pride, lust, jealousy, shame, and, ultimately, love. Unconditional, protective and all-powerful. Love was the emotion Scott always settled on with her. Then he gave her a crooked smile and suddenly Jean had the favor returned. She saw all the debauched things that Scott and Emma had done. Their love life was so unlike hers and Scott’s. Their sex was kinky, aggressive, degrading and borderline abusive. Emma tried to give Scott all the things that Jean wouldn’t or wasn’t interested in. Scott did all the things to Emma that he’d never bring himself to do to Jean. Jean would never enjoy being fucked in the ass and spat on. But through the eye of her husband, she sure did love doing them to Emma and Emma obviously loved it as well. 

Jean realized that she’d stopped breathing while the images and emotions ran through her. She’d never imagined this would be their life but by God she was happy with it. It was unconventional and she simply didn’t care.

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Nathanial Essex watched all of this unfold. Nobody knew what he, Charles and Moira knew. For so long, Essex had been absolutely obsessed with Jean Grey and Scott Summers. They would, of course, make powerful mutants together. They already had, in fact. Three results of their coupling had resulted in three of the most powerful telepaths known. 

But Moira’s research had opened his eyes and he was no longer tunneling on just them. Logan and Jean would also, almost certainly create powerful Omega level mutants. So would Scott and Emma Frost. In fact, in many ways, these children could potentially surpass the rather limited mental powers of the Summers/Grey lines. Charles plan to repopulate the mutant population was exactly what Nathanial wanted. A free reign to play genetic matchmaker was exactly what Mr. Sinister needed.