Chapter 087 – Unique

[2009 – August]

It had taken a mere instant for Jean to realize that something must have happened during Elijah's trip with Emma when she had seen the look in her love's eyes, the shadow flashing by his viridescent gaze being hint enough for the observant girl.

Still, she trusted Elijah and knew he would tell her about it eventually, so she didn't even think to pressure him into answering her inquiry.

Feeling his warmth on her back, his large hand caressing her abdomen while his lips left a soft kiss on the back of her neck, a tender warmth spread through Jean's heart, knowing that after encountering something that had clearly burdened him, it was her side that Elijah returned to.

Moving deeper into her love's embrace and entangling their legs – the place Jean felt the safest and the most at home, she took hold of the arm she used as a pillow and pressed it against her chest, her lips brushing over the warm skin and leaving a light kiss behind.

Warmth seeping into her body, Jean knew that even the all-consuming Phoenix Fire inside her couldn't ever replace this, comfort and love spreading through her whole form with every single beat of the strong heart she felt resounding in Elijah's chest through her lithe back.

Being so lost in these feelings and sensations, Jean didn't even notice it when Angelica and Clarice snuck out of the apartment with most of the snacks while she had already begun to fall into a comfortable and peaceful sleep in Elijah's arms.

…

Waking up in the middle of the night, I realized that both Jean and I had fallen asleep on the couch together, the even breathing of the smaller figure in my embrace telling me that she hadn't woken up with me.

Slowly and with the utmost care, I shifted my body just enough that I could take Jean, still wrapped in the thin blanket, in my arms and carry her into the bedroom without waking her.

Using my barriers to push aside the bedding, I gently placed her on the mattress, pausing for a moment as I saw the moonlight shine through the large french windows, illuminating her features and flaming hair.

She looked peaceful and incredibly vulnerable, her beauty causing my heart to skip a beat while endless tenderness bloomed inside the faulty organ. I simply looked at her for a few long moments, lightly brushing back her beautiful hair.

I knew that there wasn't a price I wouldn't pay to protect her and I felt not a smidgen of regret at having attacked the thousands of years old sorceress in anger, even though I was sure that I would most likely not have been able to defeat or kill Selene if she had truly fought back.

The mere thought that someone could harm her was enough to awaken even my darkest and most violent instincts, bone-chilling ruthlessness rushing through my veins while icy wrath took over my mind. I would shed an ocean of blood without hesitation to protect her if necessary, even though I knew she wouldn't want me to do so.

Sighing inaudibly, I moved behind Jean and covered us both with the quilt, my arms once again wrapping themselves around the redhead that had clearly stolen my heart without any intention to return it to me.

…

Wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of dark-green lace panties while the rest of her unblemished skin and womanly curves remained uncovered, her full breasts, slim waist, and slender back on full display as she brushed her still slightly-wet hair while standing before the bathroom sink, Jean's gaze was fixed on the mirror in front of her.

She could see Elijah resting his back against the glass shower while wearing only a pair of light-grey sweatpants that sat low on his waist, exposing the perfectly sculpted muscles of his upper body while he looked at her with his shining eyes.

And while there was heat and desire in Elijah's gaze, he didn't look at her 'lecherously', the warm glow of his eyes one born out of love and tender affection as he told her about his encounter with the Dark Priestess from the day before.

"So this sorceress wants me to help kill Apocalypse? Is it because of the Phoenix?", she asked with a slight frown after listening to his words quietly.

Nodding lightly, Elijah replied calmly, "From what Selene has told me, Apocalypse is incredibly powerful and can't be killed by normal means. He has a superhuman physique and a healing factor that is even greater than Logan's, though most troublesome is his ability to manipulate cosmic energy."

"Using cosmic energy, he can baptize other mutants and evolve their powers greatly, which is problematic in itself. Though the offensive and defensive power granted by this type of energy manipulation are even more exaggerated. He also has some other abilities though those remain a mystery even to Selene."

"Still, besides yourself, I don't think anyone on this planet could truly kill him. There might be some that can seal him away or suppress him, but killing him isn't something that can be done so easily.", he ended his explanation.

Biting her lower lip, a complex look in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder and into Elijah's bright eyes, she voiced out softly: "Does he have to be killed? ... Do you believe what Selene has told you about him?"

Sighing quietly, he approached her with a few silent steps, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist, the warm skin of his chest pressed against her bare back. Elijah locked gazes with her through the mirror, a shadowed look in his beautiful and usually vibrant eyes as he answered: "I do believe it."

"Even though Selene is not someone to be trusted easily, if at all, I know that she spoke the truth as I saw Apocalypse in my visions. He will bring nothing but death and destruction to humanity and mutantkind, just like his name suggests."

"He will not stop pushing for war and conquest in his attempt to find those of greater power and potential amongst the mutants, while he sees humans as nothing but slaves that should serve those more powerful."

" ... I know that I am asking a lot of you. But he has to be killed, Jean.", he told her in a quiet voice, his gaze gentle but firm, "I would do it myself but I am not strong enough yet, my love."

A frown appeared on Elijah's face with his last sentence, a dark and unwilling look in his eyes.

Turning around in his embrace and raising her hand, Jean's fingers softly brushed over Elijah's forehead, moving down to gently cradle his cheek after she had wiped away his frown with her tender caress.

"I trust you.", she stated with a loving smile, tiptoeing as she pressed her lips against his for a feather-light kiss, her arms wrapping themselves around Elijah's neck as she pressed herself deeper in his embrace, her sensitive breasts firmly pressed against her love's strong chest, "If you believe that this is necessary then I will do it."

His lips descended onto hers once again, connecting them in a rougher, more passionate kiss, Elijah's breath pouring into her lungs, she savoured his dark and irresistible taste on her small tongue as he dominated hers for several endless moments with his own.

Elijah's embrace tightened as one of his warm palms brushed over her lithe back until she felt it grab the back of her neck in an intimate gesture of possessiveness, his other hand holding tightly onto her waist and pressing her against his warm form in urgent desire.

Breaking the deep kiss for just a moment, Elijah gazed deeply into her eyes, wild untameable love and heart-breaking vulnerability swimming in the viridian seas of his own eyes, the agitated psions around them brushing past her almost-bare form with a gentle and warm caress.

"I love you, Firefly.", he whispered against her lips, endless determination in his voice as he continued softly, "And I won't let anything or anyone take you away from me."

Jean's breath stuck in her throat as she looked up at him with watery eyes, warmth and desire bloomed in her heart and rushed through her veins like an avalanche as her hands buried themselves in Elijah's hair. Holding onto his dark locks tightly, she couldn't survive another moment without his lips on hers, as she reconnected them in a desperate kiss.

She only broke the kiss to let out a few words that likewise caused Elijah to stop holding back his desire and need to connect even more deeply with Jean.

"Show me, show me how much you love me.", she whispered in between kisses, breathless and needily.

Quickly, Jean found herself spun around in Elijah's embrace as he practically ripped his grey sweatpants off with his inhuman strength, her lacy panties following only a moment later before she felt his hot shaft push into her completely with one powerful thrust, causing her to cry out in sudden pleasure.

Elijah's left hand pressed against her lower body, pushing her waist back against his pelvis, while his other arm was wrapped around her chest, his left forearm lying between her full breasts while his right hand was placed around her throat in a sign of gentle dominance, forcing her head to face upwards so that he could continue to plunder her lips without restraint.

Still, even overcome with passion Elijah wasn't forceful in a violent sense, every one of his actions guided by deep longing and desire, his affection clear in the way he held her close as he penetrated her willing form from behind, his left hand snaking its way between her legs to press into her love button with a circular motion, drawing a world-shattering orgasm from her body.

As Elijah's lips moved down to her neck, sucking on her sensitive skin and leaving his marks on pale flesh, Jean's gaze was transfixed on the mirror before her while moaning and whimpering in need and pleasure, her own hands holding onto Elijah's arms tightly as he continued to push his hard shaft into her trembling body

She could see his muscles tense and twist in a strenuous effort to hold back his strength while he held her close, his heat and presence behind her caressing her sense as much as his loving touch.

The way his bigger frame surrounded and embraced her while they were connected so intimately, had something incredibly beautiful to it, and Jean just knew that she could never experience this with someone else. This pure sense of connection while they made love was something unique, and it belonged to just the two of them.