Warren's Return - Part 4

Posted on Mon Dec 23rd, 2024 @ 12:34am by Jean Grey & Scott Summers

5,491 words; about a 27 minute read

Mission: Episode 5: Days of Fortune Past
Location: Baxter Building
Timeline: November 18, 1990

- This post contains adult content, readers discretion is advised -


After a mild panic attack and a brief trip upstairs for additional ingredients, Jean managed to change a dinner for two into a dinner for five. Sliding the tinfoil wrapped brisket into the oven, she stood up straight and checked her wristwatch.

“That should be ready right on time,” Jean said with a sigh of relief. “Thankfully Sue feeds four on a daily basis or I would have had to run to the store. I just had to pinkie swear promise I would let Reed perform his exam on me.”

She stepped into the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room as she watched Scott slide the leaf into the dining room table, expanding it so everyone would fit. “Those boys better appreciate their dinner, they have no idea what I finally forfeited for their sakes.”

“Exam?” Scott nearly dropped the leaf. “What kind of exam?” Normally Jean was the one with misgivings about Reed while Scott humored him as he did most eccentric scientists. This wasn’t a prank or crazy experiment gone awry, though. It was a benevolently mad scientist wanting to poke and prod his fiancee. “Shit!” He put his pinched fingertip in his mouth and suckled the pain away. “Don’t let him near you with any machines. I’m serious, Jean.”

“You know he’s good at blindsiding us with on the fly inventions and ideas. But I hear you and yes, I’ll be careful.” She couldn’t help but smirk at his protective reaction, Jean had acted almost the exact same way when he worked with Reed. “Besides, maybe I’ll get a fun new toy out of it too.”

Scott didn’t like the look of her smirk. “Laugh it up. Bobby said Reed ran a scan on him that involved going into a machine with temperatures almost hot enough to melt steel. If he burns you to a cinder or changes you into a… a toad or something, I’m not above saying I told you so.”

“Well you wouldn’t because I’d be an amphibian.” Jean’s smirk widened as she telekinetically brought in the extra dining room chairs. “Maybe you should come with me to make sure nothing too wild happens.”

“I thought that went without saying!” Scott knew he was playing into Jean’s teasing but he couldn’t help himself. He compensated by smacking her on the backside. “I will take his lab apart to get you out of harm’s way if I have to.”

She arranged and straightened the chairs by hand but paused and frowned at the uneven set up of five chairs. “Hank should be here, it doesn’t feel right without him here.”

That remark pricked a little bit after Warren’s prior accusation. Scott wasn’t in a position to make Hank do anything, yet somehow blame was cast on him for not twisting their friend’s arm into uprooting himself and moving to the City for a brand of sociopolitical activism in which he didn’t seem especially keen on participating. Rather than seeing it for what it was, Scott accepted there might be a personal reason for Hank’s absence which was placed into the failure column of his personal ledger.

“No,” Scott said at length, his tone a little glum. “No, it doesn’t.” But what could they do about it? He didn’t know.

“I’m going to invite him.” Jean said while looking at her watch again. “Dinner is in three hours, that’s more than enough time for him to make it if he wants to.”

She grew distant as Jean carried out a telepathic conversation with Hank for a moment. “He says he’ll think about it and appreciates the invitation.”

Jean summoned the extra chair and placed it at the table, sweetly optimistic that Hank would in fact come to dinner. She felt Scott’s self-deprecating thoughts as the topic of Hank was brought up.

“Hey.” Her voice softened as she turned to face Scott “All things happen in due time, okay?” Jean reached out for him and pulled him in close to her, Warren’s words had hit him hard. While the worst of it was over, Scott still held on to some of the things that had been said. “Things will even out and come to an equilibrium. We all went through a lot and some things take more time to recover from. We’re all here for each other, that matters.”

“Yes,” Scott agreed, but that didn’t take away the fuel that had been added to the fire. If there was any way for him to bring Hank back into the group, he would find it. “He’s going through a lot. Being alone is his first instinct when it’s really the last thing he needs. Good luck prying him out of it though. I should know.”

“Just have to keep trying.” Jean said with a touch of optimism.

There had been no consoling Scott when he was stuck in the doldrums of depression when Jean was gone. While Hank’s infatuation with Mara had been nowhere near the level of Scott and Jean’s connection, it still hurt, if only for the lost potential of what could have been. In the end, it’s never easy to lose a friend.

“Thank you for inviting him.” Scott pushed his chin up and forced a smile. “I didn’t think to. None of us did, not at first. That’s one thing we can change. Nobody else left behind.”

“We’re all here for one another, Hank knows that too.” Jean reached out and caressed his cheek before her thumb followed the line of his forced smile. It was a brave face of a different sort. “No one is left behind, we’ll find everyone. Okay?”

She pulled his head down for a kiss and her beautiful sense of optimism and renewal filled his psyche as their lips met. Jean was life and she was hope, whatever gloom and doubt lingered in his mind she easily lifted with her radiance.

“Okay.” Scott surrendered his qualms to the infusion of hope and peace that Jean always gave. “How do you always do that?” he asked, pulling away just long enough to ask the question. Before she could answer, he stole another kiss, this one full of longing rather than the comforting feel in the kiss she had given him. “You always know what to say. You’re… perfect.”

“It’s my mutant power,” Jean teased before winking at him. Her smile turned coy as his kisses lingered and his storm clouds began to drift away. “I believe in us and what we can accomplish.” She kissed him yet again, this time Jean melted into him as they both held onto the kiss for as long as possible. “We’re better together.”

“Your mutant power is perfection?” Scott teased back. “I wonder how that shows up on a Cerebro scan.” He slid his hands behind her back and pulled her into an embrace. “I know I don’t say it enough, but you make me want to be better. And maybe…” he chuckled, trailing a hand through her hair, “maybe that’s your real mutant power—getting through my thick head.”

“I like your thick head...” Jean said with a smile before she kissed the length of his jaw and then stood up on her toes to kiss his temple. She examined where Warren had punched him, some slight swelling and discoloration was present. “It’s durable.”

~Which head are we talking about here?~ Scott let the dirty thought drift from his mind to Jean’s while he slowly kissed down the side of Jean’s face in a trail to her neck. That special spot just near her artery never failed to quicken her pulse and her breath all at once. ~A description like that needs to be narrowed down~

“Scott!” She furrowed her brow and playfully slapped his chest in response to his crass thoughts but the smirk remained on her lips. Jean pulled away from his embrace but her eyes lingered on his mouth.

“Help me finish setting the table and then maybe you’ll find out.” Her tone was suggestive, her smile coy, and she walked away from Scott with a sway to her hips that told him Jean knew he was watching every step she took.

“Yes, ma’am.” Scott locked in the leaf and spread the tablecloth to its full length to match the length of the table. Six settings, one for each member of X-Factor plus one in hopes of Hank joining them, were laid out quickly enough. The First Class numbered seven at their height. Several people had come and gone, whether Banshee or Morph or Sunfire, those who had briefly graced the X-Mansion grounds but didn’t fit for one reason or another. But seven had been the lucky number. Being so close to that now was an unexpected encouragement that lifted Scott’s spirits.

“There we go.” Scott turned around to face Jean. Although outwardly his physical gestures hadn’t changed much, his emotional profile was laid bare to Jean like an x-ray. She could see he had perked up just in the simple action of setting a table and looking forward to what it represented. It freed his heart from its gloomy burdens, allowing him to focus on more bright and pleasant things. “The table is set, the roast is in the oven, and Warren is bringing the wine. Guess there’s nothing else to do… but wait.”

“We could get back to work.” Jean attempted to deliver the words with a nonchalant tone but she failed to suppress her smile. “Or watch a movie.”

She finger combed a few scarlet red curls as she meandered away from the dining room and towards the bedroom. “I have a new book I’ve been meaning to start…” Jean continued to pretend to keep things casual but Scott could feel that pacing, anticipation inside of her, that desire to be freed and to pounce. “I guess I could answer your question.”

“There was a mess in the bedroom,” Scott pretended to recall with a thoughtful finger to his chin. “Better go see to that.” He made his way after Jean, walking slowly at first but quickly broke into a hurried pace. By the time he caught up to her, he was in full swing, sweeping her up in his arms. “Look at that,” he said, carrying her over the threshold. “So messy.”

While the room appeared lived-in, there was no clutter. But when Scott dropped Jean on the bed hard enough to bounce, it sent pillows to the floor.

Jean giggled and squealed in delight as Scott picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She tumbled into the sheets and looked up at him with a grin on her face.

“I don’t see any books…” Scott thumbed his beltline, slowly reaching for his buckle. “Tell me again, what were you planning to do?”

She bit her lower lip and watched him with a carnal look in her eyes. It didn’t take much to fuel the fires between them, their silly innuendos and flirtation always held the promise of turning into more. So as Scott slowly unbuckled his belt Jean began to thrum with excitement.

“Tell you?” She sat up on her knees and moved in close to him. “I had planned on showing you.”

Without hesitation, Jean leaned in and kissed him as her hands moved to the fly of his pants. In the blink of an eye, Scott found himself inundated with Jean. The taste of her lips, the smell of her perfume, the caress of her hands across his growing arousal, and the sweet press of her psyche against his own. That burgeoning desire suddenly washed over both of them and the world disappeared around them.

“Yeah, do that,” Scott murmured, his words nearly lost in his breathless gasp.

Between her deft fingers and her captivating mind, it was hard for him to say which held him tighter or which touch was more exhilarating. She awakened his eternal desire for her that always simmered beneath the surface of their interactions. Whether playful or flirtatious, the underlying connection drew them together without any other reason or justification. Now that it was awakened, Scott's desire for Jean turned to a voracious need.

Scott forced his eyes open so he could look down at Jean, wanting to see as well as feel the crush of her body against his. The way her hair went wild when his hands splayed through it drove his thoughts wild as well, driving him into a primal state where he could give himself over to their mutually assured demise.

A sudden need for greater proximity overcame him. While their lips continued their hot and heavy entanglement, Scott's hands abandoned Jean's locks of hair and descended to her waistline where they took hold of her clothing. Blind, fervent groping pulled her top over her head and free of her body, which was now exposed to the next stage of his desire.

Scott's mouth slinked away from Jean's lips down her chin and hovered over the hollow of her throat. The tremble of her muscles enticed him to go onward, tracing a lateral path until he found himself grazing her shoulder. From there he turned more gentle, following her collarbone back toward her lower neck.

Jean murmured and happily sighed as his kisses traveled down her neck and bare shoulder. The heat that continued to grow inside of him was felt in every press of his lips against her skin and the want and need Scott expressed with each kiss warmed her from the inside out.

“I want to answer your question.” Jean’s voice was a whisper, a bedroom tone that was soft and smoldering. She was going to say more but Scott returned to that place on her neck that made her toes curl. Jean moaned as he lingered there and her hands instinctively rose up to hold his head against her.

She buried her fingers in his hair and Scott felt her breath begin to quicken as he continued. Jean’s skin flushed and a haze of lust filled her thoughts that made them drunk on one another.

~* ‘Sit down’ *~ Jean beckoned him as telekinetic hands undressed him. He felt her building need for him in the way his clothes were haphazardly tugged at and discarded.

There was no denying Jean when her passion overcame her. Not that Scott would ever want that, compelled as he was. Scott reluctantly pulled his mouth away from her warm-flesh neck and sat down while phantom hands yanked his clothes free. Sitting down on the bed, fully exposed and ready for more, Scott delighted at the new vantage point where her pert breasts swayed in front of his face. Whatever Jean had planned, Scott couldn’t help himself. His hands swept upward from her sides and gathered her soft mounds in gentle compressions against her chest. He could feel the rise of her firm nipples pressing against his palms, calling for him to taste their luscious fullness. He cupped one breast while still caressing the other and took hold of what his oral fixation demanded. Lips and tongue working in tandem, he savored the unique texture and flavor of her areola as it pebbled in his mouth’s warm grasp.

Jean leaned into his touch as another soft moan escaped her lips. Her body piqued and rose to meet his mouth as his touch created an almost electrifying sensation of pleasure. Her core began to ache for him and Scott felt that almost magnetic pull that brought them together. Their bodies called to one another and that divine need to lose themselves in one another became a song in their psyche.

So when Jean pulled away from him, the space it created felt cruel and cold. That is until she dropped down into the space between his knees, the soft curves of her body brushing against him as she moved and she delivered breathy kisses to every inch of his naked skin that she could reach.

Jean rested on her knees with a lustful need for him present in her gaze she looked up at him. Tension and excitement buzzed between them until it was almost tangible. Scott’s breathing was loud and ragged as she advanced on him, but those heavy breaths suddenly stopped when Jean’s lips and soft tongue lavished gentle kisses across the length of his arousal.

As she took him with her mouth, Scott let out a fierce grunt. The sensation was otherworldly, enough to pluck him out of that moment and into the eternal now where there was only Jean and the pleasure she lavished on him. Blood rushed and made him swell at her touch, making him groan even harder for the heightened desire it created. The more she kissed and licked, the thicker he became until the desire became an ache.

“Oh Jean,” he moaned, her name both a cry and a praise. The beautiful agony of her antagonistic oral pleasure pushed him to the brink of madness. His hands wadded the sheet as he gripped the edge of the bed. The flare of his leg muscles dragged and then pushed his feet across the carpet, his body beginning to build up with a tension that only a final release could satisfy. But Jean wasn't in a hurry. If anything she was delaying the inevitable, drawing her loving actions for the greatest buildup. “I, ugh! I love it when you…do that!”

Jean leaned into him and briefly brushed her body against his own and Scott felt the supple curves of her figure as they crushed and slid across him. She was soft and gentle as she moved, making her efforts both delectable and maddening at the same time. All of it was an intentionally unsatisfactory tease, even as her head bobbed in that lurid display of both visual and tactile pleasure it pushed Scott to the edge without actually giving him enough to tumble into his release. He had asked her to clarify exactly which ‘head’ he was talking about and Jean had answered his dirty question with this smutty response.

But that was half the fun when it came to Jean. She was demure and coy with him until their flirtations escalated, then the sex kitten with an almost insatiable appetite appeared. Who she was with Scott behind closed doors became something of a personal secret, a side of her that was reserved for him and no one else. Shared thoughts in the privacy of their minds became real time fantasies the minute they could act them out, combined with the shared euphoric high that their climaxes created and it was no wonder Jean had Scott wrapped around her psychic little finger.

She moaned as Scott instinctually raised his hips into her, his body demanded more as the tension became too much to bear. The throaty sound resonated through him as his penetration deepened and Scott’s whole body jerked and shivered in response. The whole thing had become pleasure to the point of pain and Jean couldn’t help but take some pity on him. ~* ‘More?’ *~ Jean asked him through a whisper in the back of his mind, the simple question became an open invitation to him to take what he wanted or to fully succumb to what she offered.

~All~

Even Scott's very thoughts became arrested in thrall to the pleasure in which Jean was drowning him. Rolling waves of intense need and desire surrounded Jean like the high tide on an ocean surf. She could indulge Scott or rise above him to a higher vantage, such was her psychic endowment. And that was the opposite of Scott's perspective. His hands released the bedside and gripped Jean by the head, his fingers entangling in her hair. Bracing her just so, he pushed the tip of his arousal to the back of her throat, which sent his head straight back and made him practically howl in ecstasy.

As someone saddled with the mantle of leadership at an early age, Scott had forged his identity around it. He did not lead from behind but from the front. Nobody took risks that he wouldn't take himself. Their needs and well-being came before his own. There was no other way for him to sleep at night. When their relationship first began, he had taken that same tack with Jean. It didn't take long for her to change gears and show Scott that he was worthy to be loved and served as much as she was, to insist that her pleasure came from his own in the same dire passion he took from hers.

Counterintuitive though it seemed, Scott surrendered himself to the love of his life, for her to have her selfless way with him. It was still confusing at times that she didn't just let him take the lead and receive what he had to give, but he suspected that was much of the fun for Jean. She always brought him to the end of himself and took him over the edge as only a passionately romantic lover can do.

~I…want…all…of…you~

Even expressing that brief thought was an exercise in focused concentration. Scott took a deep sigh and moaned at the new depth that Jean plunged, both orally and psychically, now that he had yielded to her in the form of an ardent request for everything she had. Helpless as a puppet on a string, Scott cycled through stiffening and turning limp throughout his body, totally compelled as the object of Jean's salacious intent.

Scott felt the change in Jean’s demeanor as she shifted from tempting him to being the source of his demise. He felt her desire to please him and to pleasure him and how arousing it was for her to drive him positively wild with nothing more than her body and her mind. Jean would take him apart and put him back together with each hungry bob of her head.

Love was about both giving and taking because it created that balance between selflessness and self-care. Even in these moments where things grew so hot and practically pornographic between them they still managed to foster their connection and deepen their trust. Scott and Jean strengthened their bonds through these unfaltering acts of devotion.

Her pace quickened and deepened as he found himself enveloped by her. The act became greedy and salacious as Jean finally pushed him over the edge he had been teetering on. She moaned once more as she felt his release, his whole body knotted in tension as his hands gripped at her hair. His mind and his body screamed her name in praise over the pleasure Jean provided. She moved over him and across him as he drowned in her love all while Jean swallowed him whole.

The surge was so great that it took several pulsating, glorious seconds for his release to finish. Once it culminated, Scott fell back and laid paralyzed while Jean began an encore performance that kept him as peak arousal. But only for a moment. After Scott’s soul finally returned to his body, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pushed himself up from the bed and pulled Jean toward him to meet his lips. The taste of his own essence was a small price to pay for indulging in those full, wonderful lips and the kisses they brought.

Scott pulled Jean onto the bed and quickly rolled atop of her, his passions running loose like an out of control train. His mouth quickly descended from her mouth to her hips and back again. There was no more holding back. He didn’t have it in him. Scott braced Jean’s hips long enough to enter her and ensure a good angle, then took her by the shoulders and let his thrusts fly.

~I need you~ His thoughts came desperate and unbidden, an overflow of the whirling feelings that he couldn’t contain. ~I love you and I need you~

“Scott…” She said his name with a breathy sigh and a hint of laughter. The way he claimed her with such urgency and need, it created a brief thrill and tickle of delight inside of her. That heady and powerful need to claim her and fill her, it was a rush of emotions that left her mewling and panting.

Slick heat welcomed him and Scott’s hurried thrusts moved with such a smooth and easy glide that told him how turned on Jean was by all of this.

“Harder,” Jean begged in such a way that it felt like a demand. He obliged and watched as thrust after thrust caused her body to jiggle and shudder in time with him. The sounds in the room turned obscene as their combined moans and slapping flesh filled the bedroom.

Rising and falling at a rapid face, Scott’s face turned rigid, given wholly over to Jean’s plea for more. He thrusted harder. His hips flexed faster. The feel of Jean’s hands grasping his glutes and pulling him as close and deep into her as could be pushed him onward. Such forceful encouragement brought a ratcheting motion to his movements, a double thrust that pushed every inch forward until neither of them could take much more.

“Jean!” he cried out, both in passion and in alarm, finding himself at the brink. With the finish line approaching, he propped himself over her and stared unblinking into her face, fueling his drive with the contorted, ecstatic expression he found there.

Jean arched and stiffened beneath him as pleasure overwhelmed her and claimed her. She moaned and gasped Scott’s name again and again in praise and awe as that beautiful release washed over her and filled her. Her fingers dug into his skin as she pulled him in close to her and that familiar tug into her psyche followed.

They plummeted together into that bottomless well of euphoric love, time stopped and the world disappeared, leaving only the two of them to revel and enjoy what the other provided. Her eyes found his despite the lenses that interfered with his gaze and they held onto one another as they reached those perfect heights together.

Locking eyes with Jean was exhilarating beyond compare. With those emerald pools were depths of love and life that he couldn’t find anywhere else. Twitching limbs sent Scott collapsing on top of Jean, propped up only by his elbows. The afterglow of their crashing climax merged them heart and soul. Neither one wanted to part even an inch, much less separate their coital position. Even without the pleasure of active intercourse, their lovemaking nonetheless continued in a passive cuddle.

“Top 10,” Scott said with a raspy voice on the verge of a chuckle. It was an old scale they always said they would never use but often did when their passion took them to a height they wouldn’t explain in any other way. He kissed her temple while he allowed her to catch her wind. Breathing together so closely, they exchanged air and even that was enough to send him aflutter. “I feel so close to you, it’s almost like our first time.”

“I told you… durable.” Jean said with a giggle as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close to her. She kissed him deeply as passion lingered between them and they basked in the warmth it provided. These moments between them were precious because it was the only time when they both felt complete and content. The hurt and heartache was gone and only the promise of beautiful things remained.

“Because we renew one another…” She replied to his comment about how close he felt to her. Jean’s voice was hushed and tender in tone, a soft coo that matched their close proximity. “The French call climaxes ‘the little death’ and that’s exactly what it feels like, we are reborn in each other’s arms. Everything becomes fresh and new because of you, lost hope is restored and our faith returned.”

Jean pulled his head down to her breast, she held him close to her as she rested her head on top of Scott’s. They stayed like this for a long moment until their breathing synchronized and their heated desire became that everglow of love. “I love you, Scott, when you are hurting and feel small I will always lift you up and help you banish those feelings of doubt and of being less. You are my everything and you are perfect.”

Those words rang true no matter how many times he heard them. Scott bit his lip and let a small tear fall that had been clinging to the corner of his eye since their climax. Hiding anything from Jean was pointless, but in moments of tender vulnerability like this one, it would be insulting.

“You’re like my own guardian angel,” Scott said at last. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Now nuzzled safely in her bosom, he released the substrate beneath his aloof exterior. There weren’t many tears, but those which came were poignant. It felt as though his heart beat through his chest and into hers. Scott truly did feel reborn. “Maybe the same thing you’d do without me.”

Bolds words, yet he couldn’t deny the reciprocation he felt from Jean. The love he gave her was transformative and regenerative, more than just recharging her batteries but somehow upgrading them into new levels. Scott had no idea how that could be true. He only knew that it was. “If only every minute of every day could be like this…” He chuckled with an obnoxious thought.

~Is it too late to cancel dinner?~ He smirked, knowing Jean sensed it even if she couldn’t see it.

“I would fracture and shatter without you. There would be no repair or recovery because a part of me would be forever missing. I would be eternally broken.” Jean replied with a touch of severity that made her response far more serious, much too real, for the airy bliss that followed any romantic liaison. But that foreboding comment was swept away as Scott chuckled and jokingly commented on canceling dinner.

~* ‘ Yes!.’ *~ Jean said with a teasing tone of exasperation ~* ‘I didn’t promise to be prodded by Reed just to call it off. Plus, I already spoke to Hank. Dinner is in the oven and you’re stuck.’ *~

She lifted his head up to kiss him, a slow and lingering kiss that tempted him and confirmed that despite her response, Jean would also have been more than happy to stay exactly like this.

Scott welcomed her kiss like the soothing balm that it was. Her description of being fractured, shattered, and eternally broken brought back memories of how he had found her on Krakoa. Those words barely scratched the surface of what he found, as well as the heinous memories she had shared with him since that time. The condition in which he’d found her was unconscionable. What had kept her going that whole time was him, the thought of their future together, and the enduring power of their love. Even when he had failed, that promise had pulled her through the trauma of recovery and returned their relationship from the death of betrayal to a new life together, the one they’d always wanted.

~At least I’m stuck with you~ Scott prolonged their kiss for a moment, savoring the feeling and letting his emotions transmit his sentiments through physical contact and their psychic connection. ~I can handle anything, even a social dinner, as long as I have you~

“You’re a part of me, too,” he finally whispered. “The best part.” And then he kissed her again, his passion renewed by his admission. This time his lips did not linger, not simply resting against hers but pulling on them greedily with a hunger for the satiation found only in their psychic rapport and the physical connection that empowered it.

Jean smiled in approval as she felt Scott’s rising want for more. She matched his ravenous kiss with her own renewed need for him as she playfully bucked and rolled her hips into his.

~* ‘We have an hour.’ *~ Jean moaned as Scott brushed and swirled his tongue in a way that made her curse his mouth all over again. ~* ‘But until then, I’m all yours.’ *~

TBC

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