Somewhere in the building, Jean Grey was judging them. JUDGING THEM.

Raven actually tried to be helpful, pushing down his pants while he worked at them from the front. Then her hands were roaming up his back, pulling him close against her as she rocked against his hand. Never letting go. Never.

She whimpered at his kisses, sending more of the same right back to him. Can't kiss? Take that, Annie.


[Time for me to sleep -- and you're an hour ahead of me!]