Hell Freezes Over - Part 2
Posted on Fri Nov 8th, 2024 @ 11:46pm by Jean Grey & Scott Summers
15,144 words; about a 76 minute read
Mission:
Episode 5: Days of Fortune Past
Location: Baxter Building | Manhattan
Timeline: November 6th, 1990
“No way in hell we’re pulling this off.”
Once the briefing ended and the team went their separate ways, with Bobby heading down to the tax assessor’s office and Pietro to who knows where, Scott had turned around and punched the wall. The brave game face he had kept up for the team melted away in private. He laid bare a vulnerable side that he only ever let Jean see. Doubt.
“Don’t say that.” Jean got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around him from behind in an attempt to comfort Scott. That iceberg of frustration and doubt that hid below the surface of his mind made itself known to her, deep cold feelings that had the potential to sink anything positive.
“I know what we’re capable of,” Scott said with a hitch in his voice, fighting to keep his overwhelm in perspective so that he could assess it properly. “We can kick doors and take names with the best of them. But the nature of the beast… this enemy has so many heads. The Friends of Humanity, Shaw Industries, Freedom Force, the Hellfire Club. Every time we cut off one head, two more take its place.”
“Change is painful and scary. You’re doubting yourself because this is new and uncharted territory for all of us.” Jean squeezed him tightly as she rested her head on his shoulder. “But we’re growing, doing something different. X-Factor is more about proactive responses rather than reaction. We may not be running off to Latveria or marching in DC but we’re helping shift the tides of this battle from a different position on the field. It just feels impossible because we’ve never done this before.”
Scott gave a slow, solemn nod. “Yeah.” It sounded unconvincing even to him.
Jean closed her eyes and Scott felt her warmth as it attempted to thaw his cold, dark doubts. “You believe in me, don’t you?”
That wasn’t fighting fair. Scott felt the invigorating tingle of Jean’s mind saturating his own. There was no invasive persuasion or unwanted contact. It was simple but sublime reassurance of what he already knew. They were together and there was nothing they couldn’t do.
“You know I do,” he replied, knowing there was no denying it for either of them. “I just feel like we're all flying blind right into a warzone. Failure is just one possibility. The other is the enemy wraps us up and hits us with a counterattack, probably one high in collateral damage. Once we start shaking the beehive, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets stung. We have to be judicious, shrewd, and most of all lucky. I have to hope we can pull it off.”
~I just can’t lie to myself~ Scott lowered his head and sighed. ~Or you. Writing the playbook as we go feels like suicide~
“Well, I believe in us and in the people who are helping us. We may not know everything but the network of people we’re developing certainly do. Leaning on them is crucial.” Her hand moved up his chest to rest over his heart, a reassuring gesture that also told him she was listening to his words and his thoughts.
~* ‘And danger is suddenly a new risk to the work we do? How many times have our missions felt like suicide missions? Yet we continue to prevail and succeed. If you falter and fret, I will help guide and support you through those dark valleys because I know we can do this.’ *~
A lump formed in his throat which he swallowed back down. “You're right,” Scott said, sliding his hand over hers.
~And thank you~ Their fingers locked together, entwined like creeping ivy. ~I don't know what I'd do without you~
Scott turned to face her and leaned down to give her a kiss that released his doubts on the altar of their love. “We have a lot of work to do, don't we?”
“We do,” Jean admitted. Since forming X-Factor their days had been long and busy. She felt like they had to be successful simply because of how much work they were putting into all of this. “But it’s getting late, should we at least break for dinner? I’ll make something before Bobby offers more pizza on his way home.”
That was a relief. Scott could only stomach so much pizza. Anything would be better and he didn’t try to hide that thought.
While their condo was only down the hall the space felt so drastically different from the office space that it at least helped them mentally separate work from personal life. Boundaries that Jean always worked hard to maintain, even when they lived at the mansion.
“I saved the good slices from our wedding cake tasting. We can share a piece for dessert?” Jean offered him a small smile of encouragement to help shake him free of that doubt that weighed him down.
“That sounds great.” Scott returned her smile with one of genuine gladness. “I could go for some dessert.” He put his arm around Jean’s shoulders and held her to his side as they walked to their apartment. “Do you think we could get away with eating dinner alone? With the other two being out and about, I’m sure they’ll grab a bite and won’t resent us for taking the evening to ourselves.”
“I think we can manage that.” Jean slid her hand into his back pocket as they walked side by side down the hall. “Bobby was already thinking about going to the student union after the tax assessor’s office. I nudged him in that direction rather than coming back here.”
A devious little smirk appeared on her face as she shared her doings with Scott. “What? I already said it was his idea, I just… agreed with him.”
“No complaints,” Scott said with a grin. The feel of Jean's hand in his back pocket was neither new nor unwelcome. “Maybe he'll meet someone special and will be gone all night. Do you remember that? Back when we had every night to ourselves? Good times.”
“It was a magical time,” Jean said with a dreamy little sigh.
It was a short window they had enjoyed just after moving into the Baxter Building, a magical time when they were recovering from their ordeals and finally coming together to heal. Getting back to that was a persistent desire in Scott's heart. There was nothing he wanted more than to simply be alone with Jean. Times like tonight were more than a quiet night at home. This was a piece from the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
“There should be a bottle of wine in the pantry, too, unless Bobby snuck it.” Even though there was no need to be fancy, Scott still wanted to do it up right. Any time alone was special. “What are you thinking about eating? I'll pick something to pair with it.”
“It better be.” Jean grumbled at the idea of Bobby sneaking alcohol, they had talked about his drunken stupors and the messes they created. “I‘ll kick him out myself if he keeps that sort of behavior up.”
She swiped the key to their condo and headed towards the kitchen as she thought about dinner. “I was going to make shrimp scampi, so that bottle of white would be perfect.”
In typical fashion, Jean removed her heels the moment they stepped into the condo. It was the first of many rituals that signified that they were home and in for the evening. Merely thinking about the ingredients needed to fix dinner, they all hopped out of the cabinets and the refrigerator for Jean, telekinetically lining up like tiny soldiers in front of her on the counter. Water began to boil on the stove as she began to peel, prep and chop everything.
“Just a reminder, my mom and sister will be here Tuesday and Wednesday for wedding dress shopping,” Jean called out to Scott as he searched for the bottle of white wine in the pantry. “We have appointments at five different shops, I better find something after all of that. Any specific requests from you that I should keep in mind?”
There was a brief pause as Scott provided Jean with a mental picture that made her snort in laughter. “Naked is not a viable option, I’m being serious.”
“Even if I knew what I liked in a wedding dress, I doubt I would be able to describe it.” Scott found the bottle of Riesling and peeled the top to expose the cork. “Maybe something with… ruffles? Or… sleeveless? I really don’t see how any dress could improve on perfection, but you’re welcome to give it a…”
The cork popped loose and ricocheted around the cabinets until falling dead on the counter near the cutting board. “... shot.” Scott started laughing, partly in amusement and partly in relief that nobody lost an eye. “Got anything else for me to help with?”
“Of course, come and help me with the salad. You can cut up cucumbers and tomatoes.” Jean made room for him at the kitchen counter and just like everything in life, they stood side-by-side and did it together.
“We have to think about Thanksgiving and Christmas. What are we doing? Because you know my mom is going to ask.” Jean finished her mise en place and moved to heat the pan. Dinner would come together quickly now. “Of course we can go to the mansion for dinner, the chaos of that place feels familiar.”
“Yeah, and I’m sure it pales in comparison to the chaos of Christmas at the Baxter Building,” Scott said. “We barely survived Halloween over here. Can you imagine any other holiday? Exchanging gifts. Another dinner.” Scott shuddered and laughed at the same time. “On second thought, maybe we should do Thanksgiving here instead of with your parents.”
“I would like to spend Christmas here with just the two of us. Something about a white Christmas in New York City,” Jean shrugged as she pushed the shrimp across the hot pan. “I dunno it sounds nice, like something out of an old movie.”
She summoned the bottle of wine and used some of it to deglaze the pan. “I guess what I’m saying is that I’m flexible with Thanksgiving.” Jean chuckled a little. “Two holidays with just the two of us at home?” She playfully bumped her hip against his. “We’ll get a reputation.”
“I think we’re past the point of worrying about our reputation,” Scott said with a mischievous tone. “That broken couch gave us away if nothing else did.” With the cucumbers and tomatoes finished, Scott wiped his hands with the kitchen towel before returning Jean’s hip bump with a pinch to her backside. “Don’t think Sal downstairs didn’t give me a wink and thumbs up after that.”
“Oh no!” Jean erupted in a fit of laughter over the idea of their doorman knowing their personal affairs. “I thought we were so careful about getting it to the dumpster.”
Scott reached for the salad bowl and started mixing everything together. “So Christmas is settled then. New York it is. And then our wedding the month after that.”
“It feels so close yet so far away,” Jean said with a dreamy little smile as she garnished their plates of shrimp and pasta with a dusting of parsley. “Then I can introduce myself as Mrs. Summers and you as my husband.”
“You can start practicing now if you want,” Scott said as he laid out place settings. “It’ll be here before we know it.”
Jean’s smile turned to one of absolute satisfaction and delight with that statement as she glided through the kitchen with their dinners in hand. Two glasses of wine followed behind her and set themselves alongside their meals. “I’m excited and also nervous about it.”
“Excitement I get,” Scott said. “I feel it too. But why nervous?” He pulled out Jean’s chair and let her sit before scooting it back in for her. “You’re already mine,” he whispered in her ear before standing up straight again. The little peacock pep in his step was the only thing that betrayed his nonchalant walk to his chair.
Jean smirked and shivered a little from his whisper, a quick and easy thrill created from his close proximity. The chemistry between them was so effortless and easy to find that sometimes it became impossible to ignore. “It’s just the pomp and circumstance of it all, sometimes it feels a little overwhelming. Like all eyes are going to be on you so you better get it right.”
“I’m sure everything will go fine,” he said as he sat down. Once he did, the aroma of the hot meal wafted through his nostrils. “Oh, this smells amazing.” Had he even whispered anything? He certainly didn’t act like it. “Thank you, Jean,” he said sweetly.
“You’re welcome, but you helped too.” She raised a forkful of salad in salute to him before placing it in her mouth. As they tucked into their dinner, Jean gazed over at him with a look of appreciation. It was in these mundane and quiet moments that she felt fulfilled and at peace, every battle they fought and every impossible encounter they faced, it was all so that they could come home to this. The only thing Jean ever wanted for herself was a life, a home, a family with Scott. She realized those wants weren’t unique to her, everyone wanted those things for themselves to some varying degree. Which is why she fought so hard for the greater good, because everyone deserved to find this degree of happiness.
Scott felt that moment of reflection and endearment inside of Jean and whatever doubts he had about their abilities and what they could and couldn’t do evaporated. Because he too wanted this love and serenity for mankind, and regardless of their success or failure they would continue to fight for it because they were the force that could change things. Because of that, they would always try.
These silent moments between them always said the most. Jean’s telepathy and their rapport allowed them to share more than words could express, it was here that they rediscovered and connected with one another. It created that safe and affirming space for both of them where they knew what they wanted for themselves and for humanity as a whole. It helped remind them why they did all of this.
“Hey,” Jean’s voice was soft and filled with adoration when she finally spoke again. “I love you.”
Those words were spoken between them far more than any others, yet the frequency did nothing to diminish their value or their impact. The calm before and after a storm, the warm bed at the start and end of a blustery cold day, the cool drink in summer’s heat and the steaming hot cup in winter’s grasp, that simple phrase represented all they had and everything they hoped to find.
Scott chewed the first bite of food, smiling at Jean all the while. “I love you,” he returned once his mouth was empty. “This is nice.” Reaching his hand over to hold hers, he draped it across her wrist and ran his fingers across her knuckles. “Still hardly feels real some days. Even with Bobby and the Sentinels and whatever else, it all adds to the sense that it’s just a dream and I’ll wake up without you again.”
As depressing as that sounded, Scott didn’t mean for it to be. His heart was slowly filling with contentment from such a perfect moment. “I know that’s not true. It just… makes me appreciate all the little things. Nothing is too small when it comes to you. Everything matters because it all comes together into a bigger picture that… that…” Why was he getting choked up? Scott lowered his head for a second to clear his throat, then looked back at Jean. “... that I frankly don’t deserve but am so thankful for anyway.” He gave her hand another squeeze before taking another bite. “Anyway,” he said around a mouthful of food, “this really is delicious.”
“Nothing is trivial when you miss someone or when you love them. A combination of the two makes all the small things precious.” She watched as his thumb ran over her knuckles and her engagement ring. The green diamond now slightly askew from his caress, she smiled at it and what it represented. He was right, none of the little things were unimportant.
That aching want for him and how much she loved him surged inside of Jean and she had to fight against the desire to act upon it. Taking a sip from her wine she watched as Scott struggled with chewing and swallowing his mouthful of food thanks to that sudden expression Jean shared with him. “I’m glad you like your dinner,” she said while trying and failing to remain stoic.
“Suddenly I’m not so hungry anymore,” Scott said, still running his thumb over Jean’s hand. While he sat there and stared at her, Scott could only marvel at Jean’s desire for him flowing through their bond. There was no way to hide the fact his feelings were mutual.
Scott felt his breathing hasten the longer they stared at one another. Thoughts of pushing their dinner plates aside and laying Jean across the dining table filled his mind. Connected as they were through touch and intentional awareness, he knew Jean was having the same thoughts in addition to being privy to his own. There was a moment of reluctance to act on the urges, what with their talk of appreciating the little things together. Scott searched Jean’s eyes for anything to grab hold of, some sign to anchor them in the moment before they became swept away in the floodwaters of their dire need for one another.
Jean bit her lower lip and that coy blush appeared on her cheeks, that touch of shyness that appeared before things got too hot between them for her to hold back. Her response created a totally different tension between them because it meant what Scott was thinking about was having a similar effect on her.
“Eat your dinner!” Jean mockingly scolded him as she fought to suppress her laughter and that growing need for him. “Dessert comes after dinner.”
“You’re right,” Scott agreed. “We shouldn’t be so silly.” He took another bite, this one loaded down with too much for the fork to hold. A smattering of pasta fell onto his shirt. He let out an overly exasperated sigh.
“Damn it all,” he said, looking down at the pasta stain. “Well, I can’t wear this at the dinner table.” Standing up for a moment, Scott pulled the polo shirt from his body, which untucked his sleeveless tank top. The bottom of the tank top rode up over his navel before the polo shirt cleared his head. “That’s better.”
Scott tossed the polo shirt down the hall out of sight. His defined shoulders and arms rippled as he stretched for a moment and sat back down.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” Jean took another sip from her glass as she watched Scott’s flexing and strutting.
Smiling at Jean as if nothing were out of the usual, he gestured at her plate with his fork. “Go on, eat up. Wouldn’t want it to get cold.” His smile shifted to a smirk around his own fork as he took another bite.
“Scott Summers,” Jean said with a lilt of laughter and a shake of her head. This playful, juvenile side of him only appeared when he was happy and because of that it held its own endearing charm. She couldn’t help but laugh, it was more of the mundane turned beautiful.
“I’m going to finish my dinner before you do,” Jean said while leaning forward and taking another bite. Her playful nature manifested in a competitive streak, given the opportunity she would turn anything into a contest. “Wine too…” She reached out and took a large gulp from her glass that would make a frat boy proud.
“Why stop there?” Scott tipped the bottle and topped off Jean’s glass. “Drink up.”
His own glass was empty, so he helped himself to a small pour, just enough to help swallow the shovelfuls he began putting into his mouth. At his second to final bite, he started choking. It wasn’t serious, only a few coughs, but it definitely set back his pace. It took another chug of wine to fully clear his throat.
“Okay, that was too much…” Scott took a few deep breaths before he even looked at his plate. “Maybe I’ll take a minute.”
Jean didn’t stop despite Scott’s heavy pour. As he paused and needed a minute she finished every bite on her plate and drank her entire glass of wine.
“Boom! Take that, Slim.” She threw down her napkin as if it were a hot mic before Jean stood up and took a ceremonial victory lap around Scott and the dinner table. “I win.”
Scott took one look at Jean’s victory strut, then tossed the last drop of wine from his glass at her. “Looks like you got a little something on your shirt there,” he said. After quickly devouring the last bite, he pushed his empty plate to the center of the table before standing up to join her. “Should be more careful.” Not quite a whisper but not quite full volume, Scott’s tone was soft and dusky as his hands went low to rest lightly on Jean’s hips. “It’s bad manners to get sloppy at the dinner table.”
Jean bit her lower lip again as she fought to keep from laughing once more, their love could be passionate but it could also be playful. “Bad manners?! I think someone is a sore loser.” She leaned in and kissed him, daring to fill the space between them and to brush her body against his own. “Show me where I spilled?”
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Stooping low enough to hoist her up, Scott lifted Jean in the air and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist. She was positioned high enough that her chest was in easy reach of his mouth.
“Here.” Scott slipped a blouse button loose with just his teeth. “And here.” The next button popped right off. “Oops.” There was no regret in his voice. If anything, there was only raging desire that Scott subdued only by the cat and mouse game they loved to play together.
“I like this blouse!” Jean faked her upset as she watched Scott undress her with his teeth. That flush of excitement overcame her and she knew they were both done for.
Looking up into her eyes, Scott bit his lip in what made for a salacious grin. “Clumsy me.”
“You and that mouth of yours.” Jean’s voice took on a torrid tone. That rakish grin was too much for her and Jean wanted nothing more than to be stripped bare by Scott so he could have his way with her. She held onto him so she could lean back a bit, exposing the full length of her torso to him. “Keep going.”
Well, that changed things. Scott started pulling off buttons on purpose, enjoying the tight squeeze and jostle of each button until Jean’s blouse fell open. It hung on only at the shoulders while leaving her midriff and cleavage open to Scott’s delight.
It was the cautious but careless way that he undressed her that caused her heart to race and her breath to quicken. Button after button exposed more of her body to him and with it her own arousal began to grow. The deep and steady heaving of her chest only added to the racey reveal of her breasts.
Jean’s skin felt soft and creamy against his lips. Scott ran a train of kisses across Jean’s throat and down her breastbone until his nose slid between her cleavage while his fingers unclasped her bra one hook at a time. Despite his burning desire and the mutual passion that spurned them both forward, Scott still took his time. Each movement was slow and deliberate, each kiss savoring the scent and texture from Jean’s warm, soft flesh. With Jean cradled against Scott’s strong arms, Scott nuzzled against her breasts and kissed every square inch that was in reach, every touch a strike of a match that further lit the desire they held for one another.
Jean murmured and happily sighed as his lips explored the peaks and valleys of her chest. The feel of his kisses across her skin was both comforting and thrilling as she savored the closeness of their bodies and the feel of Scott’s arms holding her. Jean opened her mind to him and let Scott’s mental presence fill her psyche.
He was her steadfast vanguard, who may have presented a stoic front to the world but she felt how much he loved and how much he cared. And as she shed her ruined blouse and unfastened bra, Jean felt the thrum and pulse of his love and desire for her and it made her ache for all of him.
“On the table?” Jean huffed as his lips found her bare breast.
“Why not?” Scott murmured between kisses.
~Dessert~
Scott made sure the table was clear where he set her down before laying her back. Just the sight of Jean sprawled was enough to send him into overdrive. He ditched his undershirt and tossed it over his shoulder. Being skin to skin was both a sensual thrill and an enhancement to their psychic connection. From Scott's lips and hands on her breast to his face and chest which lightly rubbed against Jean's midriff, every thought and feeling between them became amplified through it.
~I can't resist you~ It had been fun but wearying to hold back during their flirtatious behavior moments before. Scott gave in to what his instincts screamed for him to do. ~I don't want to~
Soon he was bent over Jean, grasping her body with firm caresses. Another passionate sigh passed from his mouth and saturated Jean's breast with the heat of his breath. Scott flicked his tongue over her nipple until it hardened against the tip. The protruding nipple pressed between his lips where his teeth grazed it ever so slightly. He felt a shock pass through her that would have been on the edge of pain if not for her arousal and it made him chuckle. Every tremor of her body was a little win for him, ones that he wanted to stack into total victory.
“I love you, Jean,” he whispered, looking up at her from between her breasts. “And I want to show you.”
Her whole body quivered from his words because they were her own thoughts and longings spoken out loud. The attunement and synchronization between them made every caress and kiss that much sweeter, pleasure was shared between them and whatever one wanted the other provided.
“I love you.” Jean returned his words as the dam inside of her broke. Suddenly the world and its trappings became an annoyance. All she wanted was to be lost in him, until Scott was the only thing that filled her and surrounded her.
The rest of their clothes were shed in the heated moments that followed, bare skin and arousal brush against one another and Jean felt the world slip away just as her heart desired.
“Show me.” Her words were a sigh and plea, softly spoken but urgent from her desire.
Scott kept caressing her breasts, but his kisses moved onward. His lips traced along her ribs until reaching the table, then rose again in a wave pattern that reached every inch of her body. The ridge of her sternum poked out, providing another surface for his lips to envelope.
When his lips reached her navel, his hands reluctantly released her breasts and followed his trail of kisses, rekindling their energy with another layer of loving contact. Gooseflesh rippled at his passing and gave Scott a new flare of satisfaction, knowing that Jean was finally his.
Sinking to his knees, Scott lifted Jean’s leg and gave her knee a nuzzle as he held it against his face. His kisses turned faster, sinking down her inner calf where they circled her ankle bone before rising up the back of her thigh. Both palms slid slowly up her hamstrings, though Scott still favored the one leg and kissed Jean behind the knee until she shuddered.
Only then did he move to center, pressing his lips against her feminine folds in a soft but firm brushing. Flesh quivered in delight as he excited it with the promise of greater pleasure. His tongue began to trace the natural curve from edge to opening, savoring every flick.
Scott’s hands released the back of Jean’s thighs with a final squeeze before sliding up to her hips. Splayed fingers spread apart and gripped her by the backside where he could fix her in place and allow for better control of his shifting facial position.
~I love you, Jean~ The words emanated from his mind like a mantra, being the focus of his single-minded fixation on her and her alone. ~Feel my love for you. See into my heart and mind. Know there is nothing else. Just you~
Jean sighed and relaxed as she basked in the warmth of his love. Her body turned supple and soft against him as she molded to his touch and she savored the magic that was his mouth against her sex.
~* ‘I feel you’ *~ Jean’s own telepathic presence moved across him. She was a sensual caress across his heart and soul, a psychic touch that brought him to his knees and made him beg for more as she imprinted herself on his mind and his bones. ~*‘And I know that you are mine’*~
A sound that was more of a whimper than a moan rose up from Jean as Scott moved across her in that all too perfect way. Her hips rose up to meet him as she briefly jerked and her breathing hitched from the way he suckled and supped upon her. Things became blissfully hazy as soft and gentle pleasure lapped across her.
~* ‘Don’t stop’ *~ It was an unnecessary request on her part, Scott could already feel that knot of tension tightening inside of her. But the sentiments weren’t lost on him, in her begging for more he knew how badly she wanted and needed him. Jean’s hands reached out for Scott with her need to anchor herself to him before she tumbled. ~* ‘You’re so good’ *~
Scott released Jean's hips to grasp hands with her. The way she gripped him with the tangled fingers was as much of an incentive as her whimpers and heavy breathing. Her slickening sex began to twinge in a telltale signal of her looming climax.
~I’ll never stop~ Scott pledged to Jean along with all his undying love. The joy of bringing Jean to climax was enough to take Scott to the threshold himself. Suckling was challenged by his own hot and bothered breathing. His intensity picked up while maintaining the same pattern that he knew would bring out Jean's keening cry.
Pleasure moved through her like gentle spring rain, soft and inviting euphoria that made her whole body quiver and warm from its easy and slow moving pace. Jean squeezed his hands as climax gripped and held onto her in a long lasting moment that beautifully embraced both of them. That feeling of complete devotion and adoration passed between them like light turned prismatic. Filling them both with all the colors of their love, it illuminated them from the inside out until they were radiant and divine.
Jean gasped and moaned from the breathtaking sensation their coupling created, it truly was a perfect and unbridled place of pleasure that strengthened and affirmed both of them. And as her body finally stilled and calmed from the heated release he had provided, Jean reached out for him. “Scott.” She said his name with awe and gratitude as sat up and pulled him in close to her. Jean’s lips found his and the taste of herself was soon lost in the cosset of their kiss. ~* ‘Let me show you how much I love you’ *~
The sound of his name on her lips was a melody most sweet. Scott took Jean’s kiss in with all the love she put behind it. His body trembled with the influx, having already been charged by her passion that had struck out at him like arcs of lightning.
~You already have~ It was a statement of contentment at the bottom of his heart which paradoxically fueled his desire. There was wanting something because you didn’t have it, and there was wanting something because you didn’t want anything else. Jean was the second thing, his one treasure for which he would forsake all others and by which he measured the value of all else.
Scott wrapped his arms around Jean, letting her awe and gratitude linger on his lips for as long as it would last. It was a moment where he could do nothing but surrender to its sentiments. ~But I’m yours~
She pressed herself against him as kiss after kiss stoked the fire building between them. The solid warmth of his body against her own was a welcomed sensation after being splayed out across the dining room table. So Jean took every inch she could claim in order to close the gap between them, her parted thighs brushed along his sides as she pulled him in close to her.
~* ‘Good’ *~ The mental word came out as moan as her thoughts became singular and solely devoted to him. Jean wrapped her arms around his neck as Scott felt that tug of his psyche being pulled into her own and he returned to that mental state where it was hard to tell where he ended and Jean began. He was awash in her and Jean’s heated, wanting need for him. That love of who he was and how he made her feel only added to the rising passion between them.
Scott and Jean loved one another with that effortless sense of being seen and accepted for who they truly were. It was with each other that they knew true peace and completeness. Their bond felt eternal with the depth of their love only growing stronger with time. They were soulmates with an almost ethereal bond that seemed to defy explanation. And as Scott was pulled past that shared space of their rapport and into her own psyche he could bask in that sensation of what he meant to her.
With a simple shift and rise of her body, Jean lifted herself from off the table and into his arms. Her slender legs wrapped around him and she easily found that elevated position where he held her to him. Her thoughts drifted to the wall behind them and her wants were made clear to him.
Scott lifted her in the air and pivoted, a swift motion that centrifugal force accelerated. He held her tightly against him in the half spin, letting the momentum carry them towards the wall. It was a motion driven by their sympatico status and the way feelings flowed back and forth between them like an alternator that continually recharged each other's batteries. There were no individual wants or needs in this moment. Their desire was joint and singular.
Once Jean was against the wall, Scott buried his face in her neck while she arched her back. He could feel her hips shifting, preparing to accept him. The flood of her psyche rolling through and saturating him drove him wild nearly as much as the wild scent of her hair did as its locks covered him like the willow tree where they used to escape and make their rendezvous. She was his shelter like no other could be.
“Jean…” As he whispered her name, he found no need to say anything more. In her name was the investiture of all he adored in this life. Merely speaking it cracked his heart like a dam, which had an effect of spiking his arousal to full measure.
As he slid into her, Scott's mouth pulled back from her neckline. His chin pointed upward in an involuntary gasp with an escaping moan. Scott had to hold her there, fixed in position until his sparking senses could right themselves. After a moment of total perfection and relief from the agonizing wait for this moment, he began to pump.
Hot-blooded and eager passion filled Jean just as Scott did and with every heavy thrust the vibrant intensity of their want for one another took over. Gentle touch turned into clawing need, tender kisses became a clash of teeth and tongues, whimpers and sighs of delight crescendoed into bawdy moans and groans.
Her thoughts became primitive and urgent as sweat began to form on her skin from exertion. ~* ‘More’ *~ It was a simple request that asked for everything and despite Scott’s willingness to perform he still found himself helpless in his compliance. Jean had always been this force of nature that surrounded him and consumed him, all he could do was bask in the awe of her.
~* ‘I want more of you’ *~ Jean’s green eyes ignited with a fervent light as passion took over and her focus sharpened and honed in on him. The aching want between them was almost painful as thrust after thrust was the only sensation that seemed to dull that discomfort.
The only way for Scott to give Jean more was to take more of her for himself. He pinned her with his hips and pressed one of his hands against the wall, using the leverage to put his entire body into each thrust. Jean jostled with each motion as her body was flung against the tight hold Scott kept on her. Each second drove him deeper inside her body and her psyche. Their physical beings came together to the point of no daylight between them, while their psyches merged even more than that.
Such depth of penetration in body and soul sent Scott into overdrive. Affirmative words tumbled out of his mouth that rose in pitch and intensity. “Yes… please… oh, Jean…”
Just before release came, Scott plunged his face into her chest and screamed her name between her breasts. The burst only amplified his desire and propelled him even faster, like nitrous oxide in a fuel system. Scott rammed his pelvis against Jean’s in rapid fire thrusts that turned his initial yell into a prolonged whimper against her breastbone.
The pictures on the walls rattled behind Jean’s head as Scott drove into her with unabated passion. The force and depth of each jack rabbiting thrust had Jean reeling in the pleasure he provided, she had asked him for more and Scott had given her everything. Heavy panting and illicit moans escaped her lips as Jean grew so hot and bothered from his efforts that all sensibilities left her mind.
Jean’s nails raked across his skin as pleasure took over and she practically screamed his name. Their shared psyche was ignited and consumed by the euphoria that filled them both. Their demise was mutual and the joys of the flesh brought on a more cooperative and complete release. Swallowed and devoured by the synchronized climax their bodies and minds quivered from the magnitude of the experience.
Overtaken as he was, Scott couldn’t withstand the fury of Jean’s final orgasm. Her telepathy fueled cry crashed over him in a wave of ecstasy as her sex seized hold of him with a glorious vengeance for the pounding he had given. It was too much to keep standing. His feet gave way and he slid to his knees, Jean still straddled on him against the wall.
“That… was…”
They slowly toppled to one side. Scott pivoted so he would land on his shoulder with Jean clutched tightly in his embrace. The slow and harmless topple turned his breathless gasps into chuckling laughter.
“... great.” Scott couldn’t stop laughing as he repeated himself. “Really great.”
Jean laughed through her nose as they slowly sunk down onto the dining room floor together, the tension of desire and the strain of physical exertion had both left her body, leaving her weak in the knees with contentment and satisfaction. Her thoughts and mindset floated through that happy and perfect place of euphoria that could only be achieved when she was with Scott.
“You’re great,” She cooed and kissed the length of his jawline, the pressure and worry over their work had caused Scott to crack earlier that evening but in these moments all of that brooding doubt was gone. Jean always reminded him of who he was and what he was capable of, it had been that way long before they were romantic with one another. Maybe it was because of her telepathy and empathy or maybe it was because she saw him for who he really was. The world often saw Scott as one thing but Jean saw all of him. “And that’s why I love you.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Scott stole a kiss from her neck just below her jawline. Laying together on the floor wasn’t quite the post-passionate scenario he had envisioned, but once they were there, Scott didn’t mind so much. Just as she had so many times before, Jean had chased away his frustrations, his fears, his worries, and his doubts. It was more than just a romantic overture or gratuitous act of pleasure. Jean had given him all of herself, from her mind and body right down to her heart and soul. They shared everything together with no aspect of life withheld. A treasure of that priceless value could do nothing but make Scott’s heart sing.
“I love you more than words can say.” He chuckled at his next thought. “Good thing you’re a telepath. I really lucked out with that one.”
Although it was said in a teasing tone, the truth behind it was far more poignant than it appeared on the surface. Jean’s telepathy was not always seen as a gift. Even now, after nearly a decade of disciplined practice, she had not mastered it to the degree of Professor Xavier. It was still a burden at times for Jean. But not for Scott. What she saw as a challenge to overcome was merely part of the bouquet arrangement that made Jean so beautiful in Scott’s eyes. Giving her support was a joy to him because of that. Where she was weak, he could be strong, and so it was with him. His weakness was her strength. They completed each other in their perfect love.
~So what am I thinking now?~ Scott gave Jean a playful smirk. The layers of their teasing knew no bounds, quickly going from the romantic to playful to sincere. There was never a dull moment between them, not where their mental repartee was concerned.
A mischievous smirk curled the corners of his mouth as she listened to Scott’s thoughts. With a lasting gaze they silently volleyed thoughts back and forth with one another until Jean finally caved and giggled.
“I want carrot cake too.” She gave him a single playful little shove before getting to her feet and making the short trek to the kitchen. Scott watched her as she rummaged through the refrigerator for a plastic container and gathered two forks, the gentle curves of her body on display as she moved.
“Come on,” Jean nodded her head towards the back of their condo and their bedroom. “Let’s go.”
Scott couldn’t hold back a quiet giggle. Somewhere between humor and arousal was their usual state. And he couldn’t be happier with that.
“Coming,” he said. His observant eye lingered on the mess they had left of the dining area, what with dirty dishes, strewn clothing, and a general disarray. It reminded him of the sweet brief period when it was just the two of them on the entire floor without any thought of someone else to cramp their style.
“Is carrot cake an innuendo for something?” Scott asked Jean, following her with his eyes fixed on her wending posterior as she walked with cake in hand. There was flagrant intent in that strut. ~Because you’re shamelessly giving me ideas~
Jean paused and looked over her shoulder at Scott with a smile that was practically devious. ~* ‘You’ll just have to wait and see’ *~ She continued down the path to their room perfectly aware that he was watching every step she took. Jean could be demure and refined, polished and charming like a beauty queen but there was a playful and salacious side to her that was reserved for Scott alone.
Sitting down on her knees on the bed, Jean opened the plastic container and offered Scott a fork before he sat down next to her. “It would be a sin to waste any of these cake samples, all of them were delicious.”
Holding the cake container in one hand between the two of them, Jean took a forkful with her freehand and savored the bite of sweet cake and cream cheese frosting before she brought up a topic that had been an irritation for Scott from day one. “I think it’s time to tell Bobby he needs to move out.”
That was the best news yet. Scott didn’t bother hiding his excitement. Jean would know it before he could register it himself. “Yes, I agree. How do you want to do it?”
He had hesitated taking a bite until he got the question out. Once he did, he closed his eyes and moaned in delight. “Somehow this is even better than before.”
“I know,” Jean agreed as she took a second bite. “Maybe we picked the wrong flavors.”
The statement made him start laughing. “I know how that sounds and it’s not exactly what I meant. The guy is far more tolerable than he was before but that’s just a sign that he is finally ready. He needs to move into the apartment we gave him for all our sakes instead of just using it for a private arcade. How can we ask him without setting him back in his growth?”
“He’s aware of our situation and who that room is for. The holidays are coming up and we’ll be busy with the final crunch before the wedding… not to mention all the other random life altering events that come our way. We need time to finish that space and having it occupied makes that impossible.” Jean paused as she savored another bite of cake and Scott felt a twinge of guilt inside of Jean over the idea of kicking Bobby out just in time for the holidays. Then she glanced over at Scott’s naked body and the liberty their own place provided them with and her desire for them to truly be alone returned. “We just have to be honest with him. We need the room back. That’s not untrue. Besides, we’re still here, he just has to sleep in the apartment next door.”
“You don't have to convince me,” Scott said. “I never exactly saw why he needed to live here in the first place but I tried to be understanding anyway. It was only supposed to be a few days but it's been over a month now. It's time.” With that firmly stated, he said, “So do we lay it out for him like just that?”
Jean huffed out a sigh in response to his question, “Yes and no. It’s not so much what needs to be said but how it is delivered. He can’t feel like a burden or an inconvenience, it can’t be a firm order. It needs to be gentle and supportive, so he’ll understand why it’s not just for us but for him too. He’s getting better but he’s also getting too comfortable with staying here.”
As they finished the cake, Jean placed the container and their forks on her nightstand before she leaned back against the headboard in a slight slouch.
“I got us into this mess, I’ll get us out of it. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” She reached out for his hand and squeezed it. “I know you never wanted him here in the first place so thank you for being patient with him and with me.”
“It wasn’t so long ago that I needed people to be patient with me,” Scott said. “What goes around comes around.” He reclined next to her. “We made the call together to let him stay with us. I didn’t like it but I had your back then. I’ll still have it now. You don’t need to have that conversation alone.” He thought about her statement that they need to be gentle and supportive. A wry smirk smeared across his face. “Unless you think it’s better I’m not there for it.” He slid a finger beneath her ribs for a tickle. “That would be okay too. I just agree that it’s time and I’m prepared to do what’s best, whatever it looks like.”
“Scott!” She half squealed and half giggled his name as he tickled her. “We’re having a conversation,” Jean squirmed and fidgeted away from him in order to escape his playful touch. She telekinetically poked him square in his middle which at least temporarily stopped his tickling.
“No, we’ll do it together.” Jean had slumped down so she was laying flat and looking up at him. She reached out and caressed the length of his arm before she continued, “We’re better together.”
“Then that's what we'll do.” Scott ran his hand in circles across her abdomen, letting the exchange of body heat flush between them. The way they touched each other was always sensual whether or not it aroused greater desires. Scott reveled in the raised gooseflesh under his palm as he always did.
“I'm just looking forward to more time spent together.” In terms of quantity, that sounded ridiculous because they spent the majority of their days together. But in terms of quality time, it was hard to deny that Bobby had been a wedge. “Like you said, the wedding will be here before we know it.” Scott let his hand rest on her shoulder and gave a few massaging squeezes. “We need to be ready before we can make everything else ready.”
“I feel like I’m on an emotional roller coaster though, there are such highs and then such lowers. I just want some smooth sailing for a bit.” Jean rolled over onto her side and draped an arm across him as she settled into a comfortable position pressed against Scott. “I have faith in us and what we’re doing, I just wish it didn’t always have to be a… challenge.”
Laying closer together than before, fully skin to skin, Scott took her words in a different light than he may have otherwise. Challenges could put stress on any couple, but Jean wasn't picking a fight. They shared concerns as freely as affection. Scott accepted her worries as another part of their deep connection.
“One step at a time.” Scott slid his knee between Jean's legs and encouraged her to drape her leg over his hip as her arm was over his side. “That's how we got here. It will take us the rest of the way.”
He punctuated his words with a soft kiss that he prolonged with her chin cupped in his hand. Their lips clung together with an almost magical force. As dark as Scott's thoughts could get, once he put a plan in motion, he was an unstoppable force of nature. In those moments, he always lent his strength to add to Jean's resilience.
~There’s no challenge that can hold us down~ Scott affirmed his own confidence in their kiss. ~Just don't let me go~
“Mm-hmm.” Jean murmured in agreement as Scott lavished kiss after kiss on her lips. He felt her melt in his arms thanks to the magic found in Scott’s affection. No matter where he placed his lips on her body, Jean would always succumb to his mouth.
When he mentioned never being let go, Jean hugged him tightly with her draped arm and thigh. Her warm skin pressed against his own and he felt the crush of her body and mind. That feeling of Jean holding onto him was all Scott wanted and needed, it was comfort and it was strength.
~* ‘I could kiss you for hours.’ *~ There was a teenage dreaminess in her statement. The sound of a girl who was head over heels in love in that whole hearted way that allowed Jean to swoon over every kiss and touch Scott provided.
~I got all night~ Scott pledged. ~I’m not going anywhere~
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The kisses escalated from affection to passion with each press of their lips. Scott slid his hands around Jean's back to cradle her behind the shoulders and neck. His knee rose upward between her thighs to allow for a sideways straddle.
~I need you~ whispered Scott's mind to Jean’s. ~I'll always need you~
Jean murmured in approval again in response to his touch and his words. These little soft, indistinct sounds weren’t as lurid and enticing as her moans or gasps of pleasure but they were still alluring. Even in the quiet and early stages of foreplay Jean was still delighted by his touch and the taste of him.
~* ‘It’s that need that calls to me, beckons me’ *~ Jean’s hand found the back of his head where she buried her fingers in his hair and held him close to her so that their kisses remained deep and uninterrupted. ~* ‘It’s how I found you and it’s how you’ll keep me’ *~
A rising flood of arousal filled Jean as her thoughts turned to the pleasure Scott provided. It wasn’t a single moment or action but more of an epitome of how good he was at making her feel loved and cherished, how he could make her body sing and her mind reel over and over again. They tumbled into bed and into each other every chance they could because this was where they felt complete and right, in each other’s arms is where happiness began. It made their hearts race and their skin fluster because their love was limitless and eternal.
~* ‘You are my forever and again’ *~ Jean’s mental words turned sultry as she chewed on his lower lip between kisses that had turned heated and passionate.
It seemed so paradoxical that providing for Scott’s need would be so fulfilling for Jean. The way she loved him was so far beyond what he deserved, at least according to the mental math he ran. She was this awe-inspiring person who could go anywhere and do anything with anybody of her choosing, and she chose him because he was the one who completed her. The very thought gave him a surge of arousal that forced his hips backward for the pressure that sprang up between their bodies.
While Jean chewed on his lower lip, Scott ran his tongue across her upper lip. He savored the taste of her, the soft and velvety texture triggering memories of a hundred and one sleepless nights saturated with passion. It was then that Jean’s meaning became clear. She needed him as much as he needed her. His longing wasn’t singular but reciprocated. It was something he knew and trusted, but it was altogether different to experience it as rolling waves of desire that crashed over him.
“Forever…” Scott’s voice was a whisper as he rolled Jean back onto her back. His hands flowed across her body like water, grasping her curves in a scenic route to putting her into position. Sitting back on his ankles, Scott lifted Jean into the air until her calves slid up his shoulders. He rested her lower back against his thighs long enough to guide the insertion that both their bodies demanded. “... and again!”
The swell of pleasure from being inside her once more put a soft growl into Scott’s voice. His hands seized her by the hips in a death grip while he started to thrust. Though he always began softly at first, seeking her pleasure before his own, it wasn’t long before their fires burned together, giving them both a craving that couldn’t be denied. Scott set to the downward position like a jackhammer propelled by the sole desire of giving Jean the one thing he heart longed for. Himself.
“Scott…” She sighed his name as he claimed her. The rise in passion between them became a call to action that he couldn’t ignore. Scott’s touch was gentle yet commanding, there was a hint of authority in the way he held her and it made Jean want even more of him.
~You have me~ The thought shot from Scott’s mind into Jean’s over and over again. ~You have me, I’m yours, you have me!~
“Yes!” A simple word that provided so much affirmation. Jean knew she had him, that Scott belonged to her and no other. It was with that complete and total offering of himself in which he filled her and pleasured her. Jean’s cry helped confirm how good he made her feel when he gave himself to her.
Her helpless hands rested above her head as she indulged in their lovemaking. The position accentuated the sway of her breasts as each deep thrust Scott delivered caused them to bounce in time with him. It was a lascivious display that showcased the carnal desire that melded with all their beautiful want.
Jean’s eyes found his behind his ruby lenses and she held his gaze as their bodies entwined. The tension between them grew so hot that it burned and each crash of their bodies against each other amplified that heat. It was an all consuming fire of passion and love that left them enthralled with one another.
The jostling of Jean’s breasts in time with his thrusts made Scott thicken as he pressed against the end of her pelvic wall. Her hold on him went well past his loins and their transfixed gaze. She held him by the root of his soul, stretching every fiber of his being with the beautiful agony of the buildup between them. Rather than being sated, every thrust only made them want more—more pleasure, more contact, more connection, more of the other.
“Jean, you… you…” There was no end to that sentence. In that moment, she was simply everything. Scott threw his head back and cried out in wordless ecstasy. The orgasmic flood that washed over him slowed him for a hot instant. Then, leaning forward with his body weight behind him, Scott stretched out the climax between them and eked out rapid fire thrusts, eager to sate the insatiable thrill that had ignited between them.
She reached out for him as he leaned forward and into Jean. Her hungry hands eagerly caressed his bare skin with a touch that was mild compared to the tremors of pleasure created by their union. But the sentiment behind it added to their climax, Jean wanted all of him. Every inch of Scott’s body and every recess of his mind, Jean wanted to worship and love. As Scott cried and stiffened in pleasure that resounding need she felt for him echoed through his mind.
Jean watched as that blissful agony took hold of Scott and his efforts to prolong their pleasure took hold of her. She tensed and arched beneath him and around him as Jean’s body found its own apex. They entered into that divine place where they became one perfect entity, sublime pleasure and unity flooded their senses as the two lost themselves in one another.
The intensity of the moment stretched onward as Jean fanned the flame of desire inside Scott's mind with her loving confession. Scott delivered everything he had in body and soul, losing himself in their oneness until he collapsed, utterly spent.
“Jean…” He was so breathless that he could barely speak her name. All Scott could do was hold her and whisper his sweet, winded nothings into her ear as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. Even if his body gave out, their hearts were still intertwined.
Moments passed with them just laying together in the steamy afterglow of their requited passions. Scott twirled his fingers through her hair until his wind returned to him. “How does it seem to get better every time?” He couldn’t hold back a giddy laugh.
“That’s why we come back to this over and over again...” Jean caressed the length of his arm that played with her hair as she joined him in a moment of laughter. “Practice makes perfect.”
She shifted beneath him and settled into a more comfortable position but remained close to Scott, the weight of his body and the press of their hot and sweaty skin post-coital was its own form of supportive and comforting touch. Jean wrapped her arms around him and after a short period of time she began to trace slow and lazy trails up and down the length of his sides with her fingernails. “Besides, I’d much rather do this before going back to work tonight.” She smirked and laughed at herself. “That is, when I’m ready to.”
“This is what it’s all for,” Scott agreed. “I wish we never had to get up. We could stay just like this until the world ends.”
It was an unfortunate turn of phrase. They both knew the end of the world was far closer than the average person ever wanted to believe. How many times had they prevented it already? Today’s battles were just par for the course it seemed. No matter how many times they took shelter in each other’s arms, there was always another just cause to pull them back into the fray.
Seeing the end of the world was what had caused the two of them to take that first big leap into togetherness. While a somber concept, Jean still appreciated what life had to offer them, the guts and the glory made all of it worthwhile.
“Maybe just a little longer,” he whispered. Every moment which pushed back the outside world was a little treasure that he didn’t want to relinquish.
“A little longer.” Jean repeated his words in her own hushed voice. She reached out and caressed his cheek with her thumb as endorphins flowed between them and troubles ceased to exist.
They both remained still and silent in the minutes that followed. A serene peaceful space was created by their closeness and it deserved a moment of reverence too. They were each other’s safe harbor and soft landing, allowing that feeling of comfort to dominate their senses was just as worthwhile as the orgasmic highs they experienced together.
Jean’s hand slipped down onto his heart and she felt its slow and steady beats under her palm. Moments like this were precious and perfect. Scott was precious and perfect. ~* ‘I love you’ *~
~I love you~ Scott released a deep sigh that had accumulated through shallow breathing and left his heart to empty onto Jean. Knowing his every thought was easy. Opening himself to the core of his being and letting the satisfaction she inspired there shine was something else. As he basked in her presence, he let her bask in the way she completed him.
“I don't know how you do it,” Scott said at last. “You make me whole. Each day is like I… I wake up as half a person. And then you bring the other half.”
“It’s like the world is in black and white then you appear and everything becomes colorized.” Jean replied, adding to his analogy before she stirred a little in his embrace. She kissed the length of his shoulder as her roaming hand left his side and traveled down his thigh. “I find my hope and my strength in you, my peace and my passion.”
Her hand reached out for him and gently stroked him. Her touch was slow and soft as if Jean was exploring him for the first time or committing him to memory despite her familiarity with Scott. Her languid touch made it easier for them to savor one another and it added to the intimacy.
“This is what I want for our honeymoon,” Jean daydreamed of the near future as she tempted him with the pleasure she could provide. “The freedom to spend our days and nights just like this. I want to forget about dates and time, priorities and responsibilities. Just you and me in this perfect place.”
Scott had long since closed his eyes in surrender to the moment. The gentle stroking reawakened in him the pleasure that had died down smoldering embers, but it was her words that made heart skip a beat. “Honeymoon,” he repeated with a sultry moan. “Perfect…”
When words failed, Scott leaned closer and pressed his otherwise helpless lips against Jean’s. The deft manipulation stretching and piquing his flesh in gentle motions stole away any additional thoughts he had about their honeymoon or any other future time. Jean had him anchored entirely in the now as firmly as their lips meshed together.
~So good~ Scott let out a whimper between kisses. Eyes still closed, his physical sensations gave form to an imagining of Jean in all her glory. Her hair was windblown, her eyes alight, her lips curved in a smirk, surrounded by stars which danced around her as if she were one of them. The awe Scott felt coupled by the pleasure made him gasp. ~You are so good to me~
Scott’s hands took to Jean’s body in knowing and familiar motions. They knew the contours and mounds without the need for visual guidance. Loving caresses and lingering kisses were traded between them without a care in the world. Once again, Jean had captured Scott in body and soul.
“I know.” Jean murmured before she briefly giggled. The happy sound was in contrast to their whispers and hushed moans, it lightened the building mood between them. This private place was love and comfort but it was also filled with joy. They were lovers but also they were friends, two people who lifted up one another through companionship and pleasure.
She directed him back so that Jean could climb on top of him, their movements fluid and in sync with each other so that their bodies remained close through the transition. As Jean straddled his waist her lips remained close to his and she stole kiss after kiss from Scott.
“My happy place.” She kissed him. “My perfect partner,” Jean gasped against his mouth as his thumb thrummed her pert nipple. “My reason to face the impossible.” Her hand stopped its idle strokes and she guided him into her. “And my solace when life gets too hard.” They both moaned at the return to their union.
Scott couldn’t close his mouth as they joined again as key and lock. No words or sounds came out but his ragged breathing. The stroking had excited him, though it had only reawakened his body for what was to come. Being surrounded by Jean’s warm and welcoming flesh only thickened his own to full girth. He laid there defenseless and totally surrendered after her barrage of kisses.
“Jean… I need you…” Scott’s hands twitched as much as moved across her stomach, reaching for the core of her being from all sides. His fingers splayed open and slid up to her breasts. He cupped them while Jean began to glide. “I can’t live without you.”
The emotional release caused his hips to buck beneath her. It pressed him even deeper at the cost of temporarily breaking their rhythm. “Sorry,” he whispered. His body shuddered again as big feelings surged inside. His body couldn’t hold them back. “I… I can’t help it.”
“I don’t mind,” Her voice was both jovial and sultry as her slow, slick pace continued. Jean’s whole body rocked and brushed against his as she moved. “I like it when you get excited.”
She continued to kiss him as their conversation paused and they savored each other. Jean kept moving at that slow, deep rhythm that caressed him in a similar manner to her touch. She wanted to feel every inch of him as he filled her along wi
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