Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Posted on Sat May 31st, 2025 @ 5:52pm by Jean Grey-Summers & Scott Summers

12,672 words; about a 63 minute read

Mission: Episode 6: X-Fernus Agenda
Location: Baxter Building
Timeline: January 25, 1991

- This post contains adult content; discretion advised -

Scott couldn’t help but watch the clock as the hours ticked away and it got later and later. Jean had only planned to be gone for the afternoon thanks to the rather benign bachelorette party her pregnant sister had planned. A spa day for Jean and the bridal party seemed nice enough but rather mild compared to his night on the town, so when it ended and Jean told Scott they were headed to a bar for drinks, it wasn’t too much for Scott to bat an eye at.

It was easy enough to check in on Jean thanks to their psychic rapport, so Scott wasn’t necessarily worried for Jean’s wellbeing; it was more that they were out for such a long time. When the clock finally struck 2:00 am and the bars all closed for the night, it was only a matter of time before they finally came home.

Scott heard them before he saw them, five far too loud voices and waves of laughter that made their way down the hallway together before a sloppy click of the front door caused the women to spill into the apartment.

“I told him it takes one to know one,” Jean said before all of them erupted into another fit of laughter.

Bending over to take off her shoes, Jean lost her balance and tipped over, hitting the wall with a THUD as she continued to tug at the straps of her high heels. It took her a moment to right herself before she finally noticed Scott staring at her, Meilin, Moira, and Sue stumbling through the front door.

“Hey, there you are!” Jean said with a big grin as she approached him. While she had departed for her spa day in a sweet, white cotton dress a few new accessories had been added to her attire. A tacky sash that read ‘Bride to Be’ was draped across her while a more x-rated necklace and tiara composed of a very specific part of the male anatomy adorned her body.

“I’ve been looking for you!” Jean said with her continuing grin before she stumbled and wrapped her arms around Scott.

Meilin crossed her arms tightly over her chest and rolled her eyes to the side in her usual dispassionate demeanor. “Oh, here we go,” she mumbled, though not before rolling her ankle as she slipped her weight off her own high heel, eliciting a squeak that she pretended wasn’t hers. Evidently she had not been immune to the general milieu of the evening.

“Oh, Scott, honey, she’s had a lot to drink,” a clearly intoxicated Sue chimed in while also taking off her shoes. “We decided to walk her home to make sure she got in okay,” she said before sitting down in the armchair in their living room.

“Aye, a wee bit of a drink,” Moira agreed as she leaned against the door frame. “Better tha’ Frank fared.”

Whatever inside joke that comment was caused all the women to erupt in laughter once more.

“I missed you,” Jean mumbled while burying her face into his neck. She smelled like alcohol and was practically boneless in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yeah, I have a feeling you’ll end up there sooner than later,” Scott said, chuckling at the shameless display Jean was making in front of their guests. Normally very reserved, it was unlike Jean to be so sexually assertive in front of others.

~Maybe you should get cleaned up first, send everyone home too?~ Scott suggested between them.

~* ‘Meh’ *~ Jean uncharacteristically replied before tilting her head up to kiss the side of his neck. ~* ‘They’ll leave eventually.’ *~

“Did everybody else make it back okay?” Scott asked the group before zeroing in on Sue ditching her shoes. Once they were off, there was no telling whether they would ever find their way back on again. “Oh, uh, Sue! I think, uh, Reed was wondering where you went!”

“They left,” Meilin said, ignoring Scott’s comment to Sue and not bothering to identify who ‘they’ might be. “I was supposed to drive but I had to leave my car… somewhere.” Her words weren’t exactly slurred but her speech had lost its typical cadence, leaving her to sound like she was reciting lines from a sheet of paper. “We took a cab. I don’t remember who paid for it.” Her almond eyes flared ever so slightly with uncertainty. “Shá! I hope somebody paid for it!”

“Aye, I paid him,” Moira replied with a drowsy slow rhythm to her voice before she left the front door open and headed towards the kitchen "Jean, dae ye hae any wine?"

“It’s in the cabinet above the oven,” Sue replied on Jean’s behalf before she slumped down in her chair and looked like she might pass out.

“Did you know that they have shots where they put whipped cream on top and then you’re supposed to drink it without using your hands, just your mouth.” Jean’s hands began to roam across the length of Scott’s body as a dull-eyed grin remained on her face. Her thoughts were fuzzy and warm while being incredibly raunchy. “Guess what they call it…” Her hands dumbly fumbled for his fly.

“Jean!” gasped Scott through gritted teeth. ~Not in front of…them!~

“I fount it!” Moira shouted in victory as she came out of the kitchen with an open bottle of wine. “Who wants some?”

“Why don't you take it with you?” Scott suggested with Jean hanging off his neck, lips stuck to his flesh like a barnacle.

“I would love some tea,” Meilin said. “But not Long Island. Too many of those. Make it a Short Island.”

~Fuck me~ Scott groaned inwardly. This was getting out of hand.

“I’m trying,” Jean said with a stupid giggle while looking up at him with her chin resting on his chest.

“Yes!” Scott quietly hissed through a sly grimace. “But later!”

“Tea it is!” Sue exclaimed while finding her second wind and standing up. But she teetered on her feet and went crashing back into her seat. “Or maybe you should just sit down with us.”

"Din't mind if Ah do." Moira agreed to Sue’s suggestion, bringing the bottle of wine with her as she sat down on the couch.

“You didn’t care in the Studebaker,” Jean said with a now smug smile as Scott felt telekinetic hands running across him. “They’ll see themselves out when they’re ready.”

Scott gasped as a definite and very affirming pressure took hold of his groin and pulled. “Shit…” He ran his hand over his head and through his hair as he fought for composure.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Sue groaned from her chair while making no effort to move. “Meilin, bring me a trash can.”

“Sure…” Meilin turned around and stumbled into the kitchen. The clanging sound of the upturned trashcan echoed throughout the apartment followed by the thud of Meilin hitting the floor. “There it is…” She pointed in its general direction without looking up from her facedown position.

“Allow me!” Scott finally broke free from Jean long enough to stuff a few articles of garbage back into the can and hurry over to Sue. “Here! Can I bring you anything else?”

~While I call Reed to come and get you~ Scott thought to himself.

“Nope. I’m good. I just got up too fast.” Sue said with some confidence. “I just need to stay here and I’ll be okay.”

“Sean says ye need tae push through it an' keep drinkin'.” Moira offered Sue the bottle of wine.

After a moment’s consideration Sue took the bottle and sipped, only to immediately vomit into the trash can that had been left with her.

"Oh! Sean owes me fiftie bucks." Moira said with a laugh. "Ye'll be okay, Sue, better oot than in."

~Sean is going to end up owing me more than that~ Scott scowled at the thought of four drunk women vomiting all over their condo.

“Maybe Reed should come and get me.” Sue groaned before slumping into the chair. “Scott, I need you.”

“I need you too…” Jean was now sprawled out in a rather unlady like position on the couch next to Moira, her dress hiked up high on her thighs.

~Did you hear that? Sue ‘needs’ me too~ Scott was ashamed of pitting the two women against each other, especially when Sue had not meant her remark as a come-on, but desperate times called for desperate measures. ~Are you going to stand for that?~

“You’re silly, Sue is crazy about Reed.” Jean replied out loud as her filter had left her long ago. “And I am crazy about you,” she said with a hiccup.

“I might need help too,” Meilin mumbled into the floor. She hadn't moved from that spot she had fallen.

“Did that cabbie leave yet?” Scott asked. “Maybe he can take you home.”

“We're almost to the Baxter Building,” Meilin mumbled. “Scott will help when we get there.”

Scott's fingers curled together into fists at his side. This was trying his patience.

"Weel, Ah don’t need ye!" Moira proudly declared as she stood up, the uncoordinated motion caused her to spill wine across the floor. “Scott, tell me whuch apartment Sean's in."

“Where did you go?” Jean moaned while gazing up at the ceiling. “Scott, let’s go to bed.”

All four of them were calling his name now, each drunk woman expecting Scott to do something for each of them.

Taking a deep breath, Scott considered his conundrum and addressed each one in turn like a triage situation.

“Meilin, you're right, you'll arrive at the Baxter Building any minute,” Scott said, playing into her drunken misunderstanding of time and space.

Turning to Sue, he said, “Don't worry, Reed will be here soon.” It wasn't exactly a lie. Even though Scott hadn't called Reed yet, the man was still going to be there soon—just as soon as Scott had a minute to call him.

“Sean is in the middle one,” Scott said to Moira. Specifics didn't matter. In her condition, he could draw her a map and would still end up having to escort her anyway. Just as long as she was out of his hair for the moment.

“Jean…” Scott turned to her. His fiancee. His soulmate. Apple of his eye. Love of his life. “I will fuck you front, back, and sideways if you help me get rid of these people!”

In his excitement, Scott let his volume get away from him. Only when his voice echoed back in his ears did he realize he'd raised it.

“Uh-oh,” Meilin muttered, her lips smashed against the linoleum. “Sounds like Scott is in trouble.”

There was a long pause as Jean gazed up at him as she slowly processed what he was saying. She giggled at him as her carefree attitude continued “Gosh, you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”

“Works fer me!” Moira proudly stomped out of the apartment and down the hall. “Aye, Sean!” she shouted as she walked.

“Jeezus, woman, they say I’m loud!” Sean hollered at Moira from the open door of their apartment. “Ye could raise t’ dead wit' how noisy ye're bein'."

“Sue went first!” Moira said as she approached him.

“Fuck me!” Sean exclaimed as their voice became muffled behind the closing of their door.

“Ask Bobby or Pietro to take Meilin home.” Jean suggested, she had fallen over on the couch. “Or Ty, he picked up Tandy from the bar.” Stretched out with her hands above her head and her knees splayed apart, Jean had become messy in her drunken stupor.

Meanwhile, Sue continued to vomit into the trash can that she was now clutching like her life depended upon it.

Cringing at the sound, Scott tried to focus through it. “No for Bobby and Pietro,” Scott said as he rushed back to the kitchen. “They aren’t back yet from wherever they went. I’ll call her a cab.”

But first thing’s first. Picking up the phone, he dialed upstairs to the Fantastic Four’s residence. “Come on, come on, come on…” Scott murmured along with each ring.

Finally the other end picked up. “Yo, baby, I’m so sorry. Musta’ dropped the phone or something. Now where were we?”

Not Reed. Johnny. The sound of Sue’s little brother on the other end of the phone brought out a whole new sigh from Scott. This was the least responsible neighbor.

“This is Scott Summers,” he said, then added, “from downstairs.” Despite his powers, Johnny wasn’t the brightest candle on the cake. “Listen, your sister, Sue, is down here and she needs help getting up there.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Johnny's voice piped up again, now laced with lazy suspicion.

"Sue? At your place?" Johnny snorted. "What, did you guys finally decide to loosen up and throw a party without me?"

Scott pinched the bridge of his nose, glancing over at Sue who was still hunched over the trash can, dry heaving miserably, her usually perfect hair a sweaty mess.

"No, Johnny," Scott said through gritted teeth, trying to keep it together. "Your sister and the others are hammered. She needs help—serious help—getting back upstairs."

"Pfft, c’mon, bro, Sue doesn’t even drink—"

Another loud retching sound from Sue interrupted Johnny’s denial.

"That wasn’t Jean," Scott snapped. "That was your sister."

Johnny finally seemed to realize this wasn’t a joke. There was a pause, then said, "Alright, alright! Damn, no need to get all uptight, Mr. Summers. I’ll be right down."

Before Scott could say another word, Johnny hung up.

A few minutes later, the door swung open with Johnny Storm stepping in like he owned the place, wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt like he’d just been lounging. That’s because he had been. He glanced around the room, eyebrows raised high at the sight before him. He blinked slowly, took it all in, and then grinned ear to ear.

“Whoa-ho-ho-ho! Okay, this was not what I expected!” Johnny’s eyes kept panning the room as he let out a delighted cackle. “I didn’t know you were throwing a freakin’ sorority house party down here."

Scott’s jaw tensed. “It’s not a party,” he deadpanned. “It’s a nightmare.”

“Yeah, well, if you need help supervising…” Johnny leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m great with crowd control. You know, keeping the ladies company.”

“You’re here to get your sister,” Scott intoned, his last nerve getting frayed. “That’s it.”

“Is that the cab?” Meilin asked. She still hadn’t moved from her spot, but she’d managed to turn her head. “Take me home, Taxi Man.”

“Hot damn!” Johnny pumped the air with his fist. “Flame—”

“No!” Scott bellowed. “No flaming, no partying, nothing but getting the hell out of here!”

Johnny couldn’t help but notice Jean sprawled out on the couch with her legs spread clear to the moon. “Uh-huh.” His sly grin returned. “I read you, Mr. Summers, loud and clear.”

~We’re the same age, you moron~ Scott closed his eyes and tried to regain his calm. “Sue… Johnny’s here…”

“Johnny?” A disheveled and sweaty Sue looked up and towards the door. “Johnny, I feel terrible.” She reached out and tried to give him the trash can. “I want to go to sleep.”

Jean rolled over onto her stomach and rested her head on her hands so she could actually watch what was happening. Her dress was wrinkled, her hair a mess but she still managed to wear her tiara.

“You probably should go to bed,” Jean agreed with her, like Sue needed encouragement. “I could go for a grilled cheese sandwich.”

Her green eyes looked over towards the kitchen where Meilin had given up on the floor. “You probably should, too. Scott. Let her stay here tonight.”

~And cancel your plans?~ Scott was just tempting her with carnal passions at this point.

“She can stay at my-our… our place!” Johnny volunteered all too enthusiastically.

“I don’t think so,” Scott said. As much of a nuisance as this turned out to be, Scott wasn’t about to let a scoundrel like Johnny Storm walk out with a very drunk woman who didn’t even know where she was.

Johnny had already passed by Sue and was helping Meilin to her feet. “Don’t be a drag, Mr. Summers. I’ll personally make sure that your friend is —” Johnny yanked his hand back like he’d been shocked. “Yowza! That hurt!”

As if her second wind had finally kicked in, Meilin pushed herself to her feet. She swayed slightly as she stood, a drunken but dazzling smile lighting up her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes bright with mischief.

Johnny blinked, still shaking his hand like it had been zapped. "Okay, uh—what the hell was that?" he muttered, eyeing her now like she was both the most beautiful woman in the room and a potential health hazard.

Meilin giggled, covering her mouth briefly before letting her hand fall away. “Ohhhh, you’re so cute when you look confused,” she said with a thick, honeyed lilt to her voice. Her hands slid around his neck and tugged him in close, whether for a kiss or for the kill was a toss-up.

"C’mere, pretty boy," she whispered, and then planted a long, sloppy kiss right on his lips, pulling him down to her level as her fingers wove into the collar of his shirt to hold him there.

Johnny's eyes flew wide open in shock, arms flailing at his sides, unsure whether to push her away or faint on the spot.

“That might be bad,” Scott said, wondering at the bizarre turn his night had taken in just a few short moments.

“Johnny, I want to go home,” Sue whined in a way that was reserved for a sibling. “Stop being you, let’s go.”

“I’m… twying…” Johnny managed to say with Meilin’s sloppy lips pressed against his own. After a few seconds, his knees buckled and sent him to all fours.

At first Meilin tried to hold on, but she was nowhere near strong enough to hold up Johnny’s deadweight. She released his collar and let him sink to the floor. Before she could pout overmuch, her eyes turned to a blaze and she threw her hands to the ceiling.

"点火!" (Diǎn huǒ!)

Fire ignited from her palms, eyes, mouth, and feet, burning away any fabric it touched. When she realized her increasingly compromised state, her laughing turned to panic. As she instinctively covered herself, though, her blazing palms only burned away more clothing.

Johnny was half-passed out on the floor from the energy drain. He was in no condition to help anybody now either.

“For fuck’s sake…” Scott was already marching toward the bedroom. “Sue!” he called from down the hall. “Can you put that fire out?” In his haste, Scott was already returning with one of Jean’s bathrobes. The oldest one, in fact, one she’d never miss.

Sue did not help with Scott’s conundrum. She had set aside her trash can and was now passed out in the chair, softly snoring with her head dropped back and her mouth open.

Jean remained calm and serene as she continued to watch a frantic Scott with a look of adoration. She seemed immune to the chaos that was occurring in her kitchen. “It’s a good look for you, Meilin. I kind of like it, even if it is a little revealing.”

“I’m naked!” Meilin exclaimed as if it weren’t obvious.

“At least you aren’t drunk anymore,” Scott quipped as he approached her with the robe opened wide in front of him. It screened her indecent state from view. “Or on fire. Try to keep your hands to yourself from now on though.”

“Very funny.” Meilin wasn’t prone to pouting, but her lip was sticking out now.

“On that we definitely agree,” Scott said. “Now go home.”

Meilin scowled at him with narrowed eyes. “What? I can’t get in a cab like this!”

Looking at Johnny who was only just then starting to come back around, groaning and holding his head like he was the one three sheets to the wind, Scott let out a laugh. “Well, I believe Johnny said you’re welcome to stay at his place tonight.”

“Wha? Nuh, nah…” Words came hard and difficult for Johnny. “No… more… please…”

“Meilin can take the Jeep home. I can pick it up tomorrow.” Jean replied with so much false confidence, there was no way she was going to be okay tomorrow.

Jean looked over at Scott with a coy smile and he felt another tug of want from her as she waited for him to clean up the mess that she had brought home. “When you clench your jaw it feathers a muscle down the side of your neck too.”

“Fine.” Scott was done arguing. It appeared that whatever juice Meilin had siphoned from Johnny had put her in a sober state of mind. He was willing to risk the Jeep just for people to leave. “Here.” The keys to the Jeep came out of his pocket and flung from his hand in a single whip.

“Thanks.” Meilin caught them and looked around for her clutch. “Has anybody seen my purse?”

“By the door,” Scott said, “where you left it.” He pointed in that direction where Johnny and Sue were stumbling, each holding the other up with one arm slung around their shoulders.

“Great.” Meilin straightened her long bangs and left the apartment as if she were still wearing her clothing and not a ratty bathrobe. “Good night.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Johnny muttered, limping behind her with Sue in tow.

When the door finally closed behind them, Scott locked it with a satisfying click of the deadbolt. “God damn!” He leaned against the door and let out the breath he’d been holding. “I thought they would never leave!”

“We had fun though.” Jean said with a giggle, “We went to a bar that Tandy hangs out at. She brought the bachelorette stuff.” She finally took off her plastic tiara and necklace, then the sash. “Everyone was so nice and was buying us drinks…” Jean looked over at Scott, he looked like he had just passed through a war zone. “Are you mad?”

“No…” Scott said. And that was true enough. “More… relieved.” Now that they were alone, Scott’s nerves came down from their amplified level to a calmer state. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “I was a little worried about you being out so late. You were safe, I know, but…”

Scott’s gaze glanced back toward the door without turning his head, then he prodded Jean’s necklace and tiara. “... I was more worried about trouble.” He let himself laugh at her ridiculously raunchy accessories for the first time. “But you clearly had a fun night. And now I know why you were thinking of me the whole time.”

“I did miss you.” Jean swooned over him as they were finally free of distractions. She ran her hands up and down the length of his forearms as Scott felt the hazy desire that filled her mind. A few glasses of wine usually made her flirtatious, tonight she was filled with a hungry sort of need. “Now I want you.”

“You do?” Scott teased. Sure, she seemed willing, but there was also the possibility she would fall over and pass out. That uncertainty didn’t stop him from running his hands down the small of her back. “A minute ago you wanted grilled cheese.”

“Can’t I have both?” Jean leaned in and kissed him, it was a messy and forward kiss that matched her drunk state. Her hands moved across his body in a fumbling, fast manner, Jean seemed desperate to touch all of him. “But if I had to pick one, it’s you.” Her lips moved to the side of his neck as her fingers tugged at his waistband. “I want to moan your name.”

“You can do that right now,” Scott retorted, his voice going low with that subtle rasp that he knew drove her wild. “Nothing stopping you.” He teased her, of course, because that was its own reward regardless of whatever happened next.

And then her lips brushed against the sweet spot on his neck that sent his pulse racing. Teasing began to turn very real. “If you want some help, though…” Scott’s fingers gently brushed past her own as he loosened his belt and unfastened the button on his jeans. “... I can be very encouraging.”

She softly giggled in delight as he began to undress and Jean’s hands immediately reached out to stoke and caress him. He felt her shiver as the first of many wants was finally satisfied, it felt good to ease some of her pent up frustrations. “I told everyone I lost my virginity inside the Blackbird.”

“You didn’t!” Scott knew that she was telling the truth. “I guess that’s fair because I sort of told the guys that too.” He grinned at the admission. “Well, they guessed and I couldn’t deny it. By the look on my face, I might as well have… posted—flyers!”

Scott’s breath hitched in his throat at Jean’s gentle stroking. Once his gullet remembered how to exchange air, it picked up again in short and rapid bursts. “Jean…”

Now he was the one moaning her name. It was supposed to be the other way around. After the tension of the evening, though, it was hard to do anything but close his eyes and give in to the pleasure that crept up his spine with every pass of her hand. The teasing seemed to have ended. Now it was the real thing.

“Much better than a grilled cheese sandwich.” Jean laughed against his skin before she returned to kissing the side of his neck. Her lips slowed down a little as her usual deft approach returned. Her body was practically screaming for him now as that magnetic tug of her psyche pulled him to her. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

~Yes~

Scott let his pants fall around his ankles and lay sprawled on the floor as he marched out of them. A quick squat to grab Jean around the posterior and an easy lift put her wrapped around his waist in short order. Scott felt himself begin to swell and throb as his lips found hers as surely as his feet found their way to the bedroom all on their own.

Setting her down only long enough to pull her dress up and over her head, Scott continued his forward advances and pushed her against the bed. All the flirting and teasing and promises quickly came to a head as Jean’s desire had awakened Scott’s own. Now it couldn’t be denied. Exposed in all but her lacy underthings, Scott began to ravish her with kisses quickly trailing from her neck to her midriff.

“Scott…” She said his name before another wave of flighty giggles overcame her. Jean’s head was not only spinning from her drinks now that Scott adorned her with kiss after kiss. “I want to look at you.”

He felt himself overwhelmed by her telekinetic touch as she managed to strip him bare all while caressing the full length of his body. Jean gaze up at him, her eyes lingering on his body with unabashed hunger. “You’re gorgeous.” She moaned the words thanks to the ache that was building inside of her.

“Back at you.” Being pushed away from his foreplay only made Scott want her all the more. Seeing her squirm and move atop the bed without any way to reach her sent his muscles taut. There was no contest between his physical strength and her telekinetic will, but that didn’t stop him from trying. A soft, lurid growl bubbled from his throat, a sign of the resistance igniting the flame of desire within him into a blaze. “You’re driving me crazy just looking at you.”

~I want to touch you again~ It was a feeling Scott felt so deeply that he bit his lip in unconscious response to the tightness forming in his stomach that fluttered upward with butterflies in his chest and sent a throbbing into his pelvis. ~I need to touch you~

“Then touch me.” Jean sat up and reached out for him. Holding his head in her hands, she kissed him while slowly pulling him down with her into a position of repose. Scott’s heated thoughts had a sobering effect on Jean and he felt her foggy state of mind starting to clear. Desire became crisp and focused between them as his hands returned to her body.

~* ‘Touch me.’ *~ She whispered the words in his mind and Jean felt the shiver it created inside of Scott. That rush of butterflies and throbbing desire combined with the slow and lingering kisses they lavished upon one another made her whole body squirm and writhe against him.

As Scott lay prone atop of her, his left hand gripped the back of her head and tilted it backward, leaving Jean’s neck exposed. His open mouth grazed it, hungry for her flesh in every way. Down lower, the heel of his right palm hovered past her navel while his fingers dragged it ever lower down her waistline. Simple, sensual Braille tactics guided the tips of his fingers to the hot, slick center that both of them craved to be plundered.

“I thought about this all night too,” he confessed, his voice a hoarse and barely audible whisper that was carried only by ragged breathing. ~I wanted this so bad, I’m glad you came back to me~

~* ‘I’ll always come back to you.’ *~ Jean’s affirmations were cut short as she gasped and moaned from Scott’s touch. His nimble fingers found that perfect spot on her body that made her quiver from the outside in.

Between Jean’s writhing against him and the flush he felt between his fingers, Scott’s body tensed as well with the rising heat between them. He gushed wordless praises into her neck, his breath hot and heavy against her ear while his hand tightly but gently bunched into a fist behind her head. Round and round went his twirling fingers, both in her the locks of her hair and the folds between her legs.

Jean’s breath grew quick and labored as the desire began to rise between them. Instincts and the call of their bodies took over and she further parted her thighs in an invitation for him to take more of her. His fingers delved further into her and Jean hiccuped and moaned as his explorative touch continued.

~* ‘Watch me,’ *~ she asked Scott as his fingers maintained their steady pace. Jean beckoned his eyes back towards her face as tension began to knot and tighten inside of her. ~* ‘I want you to see what you do to me.’ *~

Jean’s resonant voice inside his head placed an imperative tone to her request. Scott may not have resisted even if he’d wanted to. This was what he wanted, what he yearned for, to take Jean to the heights of pleasure and make her sing.

Propping himself up on his elbow, Scott leaned his head back enough to give himself a full view of her face and the contorting tremors that rocked her body with each sweep of his fingers. The cacophony was building in her voice, each mewl turning up in pitch like a siren’s song. Scott increased the cadence of his fingers, pushing from gradual exploration to angled invasion, thrumming against the coiling constriction ever faster until the rhythm practically hummed inside her. All the while, he kept his eyes locked on hers, whether she could fully keep them open or not, letting that contact ignite the already electrical charge built up within their psychic rapport.

Jean’s breath grew ragged and Scott felt each heavy inhale and exhale that caused her stomach to shutter beneath him. Her eyes found his behind those ruby lenses and they watched one another as Jean came undone.

Her whole body became taunt against his own as an urgent need for release flooded her senses. A look of both worry and elation came over her face as Jean gazed up at Scott with dumbstruck adoration. She gasped and moaned his name as each penetrating caress brought her closer and closer to the edge. Then it happened, and they were both lost in that moment of perfect pleasure. She quivered and trembled as the rippling waves of ecstasy moved through her like the little earthquakes that they were. Scott felt that demanding pull on his psyche that he knew to be as her love for him and the driving need it created inside of her to have him close whenever she reached such euphoric heights.

As Jean stilled so did Scott’s touch, and they were both left in that humbled and happy place. She lifted her head to kiss him in a moment of celebration and awe over what he had done to her.

Only then did Scott’s eyes close as he let himself be pulled under by the rolling waves of Jean’s love. It was a riptide that sucked his consciousness inside of hers and enveloped him so thoroughly that all he knew was Jean. He kissed her deeply as though she were his only anchor to waking life. Maybe she was. The blast force of her release had shook him as strongly as any hurricane, and leaning into the overwhelming force that was Jean was the only way to hold on.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, his voice choked from emotion. His kisses moved from her mouth along her cheek and jaw, though they were less fervent than before, imbuing her with more affection than passion.

Moments like these were more than brief pockets of reprieve from the toils and stresses of life. They felt like glimpses into eternity, where they were each other’s forever, and like everything else was the dream. Scott felt his heart beating against Jean’s and smiled as the percussive beats were nearly in tandem. There was no greater symbol than that for the love that flowed between them.

~* ‘I love you, Scott.’ *~ He felt the weight of her emotions along with the whisper of those words that reminded so precious and dear to him.

Tonight had been an attempt to celebrate Jean supposedly last few days of freedom before marrying Scott. But that concept couldn’t be farther from the truth. Jean loved him with everything that she was, there was no life, no future, no hope without him by her side. All she ever wanted was this. Jean lifted his head up once more so she could look at him and Scott felt a swell of emotions inside of her that were so powerful that it left both of them breathless.

“I love you.” She repeated the words, unable to find another way to say how she felt about him, what he meant to her. “In two short days you will be my husband and then everyone will know that you are my forever.”

“I think they already know,” Scott replied, a smirk teasing at his mouth. “You tried to show them before they left.”

“They were all so drunk, I doubt they’ll remember…” Jean said in a tone that was equal parts mischievous and ominous.

Teasing aside, Scott wasn’t done with her yet. Not when she said something so exhilarating as that. “Not that I blame you.” Scott’s soft kisses turned to nuzzling as he spoke in that raspy tone which never failed to scintillate Jean. “I just know I’m going to have a hard time getting through the reception party. Seeing you in that dress for the ceremony is one thing, but staring at you while everyone celebrates us… I’m sure I’m just going to be counting the minutes and seconds before I can tear it off you.”

Even though he hadn’t seen Jean in her dress yet, that didn’t matter. The mystery almost held more thrill than if he had seen it already. Jean’s inner glow made her look radiant in any attire, but something about seeing her in all white wearing a gown dedicated solely to her promise and pledge to him stoked a fire within him from balls to bone. He ended his last sentence with a faint growl and a nibble at her earlobe.

Jean bit her lower lip and squirmed in heady anticipation for what was to come. Whenever he whispered in her ear while lavishing affection on her, it always made her heart race. Combined with his mental picture of her dressed as his bride, it was more than enough to set her ablaze all over again. Jean playfully tempted him with a roll and a press of her hips into him as he continued to kiss his way across her body.

“Maybe we can leave early or sneak off somewhere between the ceremony and reception?” She was momentarily distracted as Scott discarded her bra and panties so that he could roam across her body with restriction. His focus was fixated on her in that way that made her core ache. “People do that, right? Sneak off for a quickie before they cut the cake.”

“What’s a quickie?” Scott asked, teasing again as he moved from one earlobe to the other. “You know we’d end up blowing off our own reception. Couldn’t have that…” His lips found the sweet spot on her neck from years of practice. “Could we?”

The warm flesh of her breasts folded and compressed willingly beneath his strong hands, though they rippled with gooseflesh while her pert nipples rose up to greet the center of each palm. A faintest of tickles, the sensation still stole his breath away.

“We’ll have to suffer in silence, through toast after toast…” Scott’s gentle fondling was slow and steady, a creature comfort for the future misery he was describing. “... longing for the moment we say goodbye to our family and friends and former lives, shedding the past and our clothes…” He interrupted himself to indulge a moment of passionate necking.

“And not a moment before,” he continued, moving his head back up to look Jean in the face again. His hands slid upward to cup either cheek. Their lips hovered millimeters apart, close enough to share breath. “Whatever are we going to do about that?” Slowly he brushed his lips against hers but did not apply pressure. At least not before he whispered, “Maybe we should fill up before then.”

~Be ready for that long haul~ Scott completed his thought in their shared space as he put the smallest bit of pressure into their kiss. The hiss of his breathing pulled at her lips, though, drawing out the desire he felt roiling deep within her.

Jean turned into putty in Scott’s hands thanks to his slow hands and teasing kisses. It made her nubile curves press and conform to his body while the silky skin of her thighs brushed against him in a lazy anticipatory fashion. He had her now, prone and primed beneath him, Jean would fall like a house of cards if Scott wanted her to.

~* ‘But I’ll have you with me’ *~ Even her thoughts were honey coated as she savored the gentle kiss he placed on her lips. Scott felt that tugging need inside of Jean that only he could satisfy, it beckoned and begged for him. ~* ‘And then I can call you my husband.’ *~

He felt the flutter that word created inside of her, it was an excited and happy sensation that held so much promise and fulfillment. That rush of emotion dared Jean to return his kiss with a feather soft press of her lips to his. The gentle gesture allowed him to feel the full shape of her lips as they brushed and lingered against his own.

Whatever desire Scott had evoked in Jean was drawn from him tenfold. The delicate kiss they held for one another cultivated the passion deep in his core and filled Scott with a longing he couldn’t hold back anymore.

~Call me that again~ The request was laid out between them in their psychic bond with the power of a shout and the desperation of begging. ~Say it forever~

~* ‘My Husband.’ *~ Jean replied in her sweet silvery voice, her presence calmed his burning desire while simultaneously igniting it. ~* ‘My forever.’ *~

Scott had already grown nearly to full stature just from the tender loving kisses and sweet nothings. It hadn’t taken any more than that after Jean’s screaming release from a moment before. Not wanting to take his hands away from her face where they framed the light and luscious kiss, Scott let himself stumble inside Jean with his sense of feeling alone. The grazing, grinding, imprecise motions only made the inevitable penetration resonate that much stronger within him.

“J-J-Jea…nuh!” It was a blissfully strenuous action that had cut Scott to the quick with a piercing, white-hot pang of pleasure. “Oh, please…” He had even forgotten for an instant that he had initiated and thought himself at Jean’s mercy. In a way he was. But sense quickly returned to him as Jean’s hips shifted beneath him, allowing him to plunge even deeper in a position for optimal movement. Starting slowly, Scott rolled his hips in time with Jean’s, hovering over her gently enough to maintain the soft and magnetic kiss neither wanted to end.

“You have me,” Jean whispered against his lips as the surge of pleasure briefly overwhelmed both of them. She gasped as their alignment was perfected and she felt the full length of Scott inside of her and suddenly everything felt right in the world once more. There was nothing else that mattered more than this perfect, beautiful man who held her heart in his hands. He would always be her forever.

Her hips moved along with him in a painfully slow pace as they drank each other in. Their shared breath and beating hearts created a deeper level of intimacy as they savored the pleasure they provided for one another. Scott and Jean longingly gazed at one another as their psyches entwined in a manner that always felt divine, as each slow stroke took them deeper and deeper into that united space that felt sacred and flawless.

Jean reached out for him and Scott felt her cradle him in their shared mental space in that same gentle manner. She would always hold him and keep him close to her because he was precious to Jean. The person who loved him above all others, his hope, his joy, his family.
“My husband. My forever. Again and again.”

“Again…” Scott agreed, though it was nearly more of a moan than a word. Speech became lost in the sensual rhythm of their bodies molding together. Every rise and fall pried open the wellspring of Scott’s heart. His flow commingled with Jean, merging their souls together as twin streams converged into one river. The missing pieces that he felt in himself filled in, washed over and made complete in Jean’s love.

As their passion ignited further, the stride hastened as well. Scott’s thrusts turned to rocking, intense motions that Jean bucked against in a fierce, fluid rhythm that shook the bed against the wall. Pent up as he was, though, it was unsustainable. Scott felt the hot and heavy pressure coming to a head, a fact heralded by the sing-song grunt chain that he couldn’t hold back.

~Jean… I’m… it’s…~ His thoughts turned disorganized and chaotic, scrambled as they were by the pending release that was rising up to claim him and drag him over the edge. Scott let his focus fade away and fall into the cradling psionic wings of Jean’s permeating presence. A lone clamoring cry echoed in the room.

Their kiss broke as Scott succumbed to the tension that pushed him over the edge. With his face buried in Jean’s neck amongst her scarlet curls, he lost himself in that apex of pleasure that they chased over and over again. Jean closed her eyes as she toppled with him, her body tightened and thrummed with their release as their minds converged and tangled together. Whatever drunken stupor she had come home in, it was washed away in this moment of exertion and release. Scott was the only person who grounded and soothed her, no matter the malady he provided the cure.

“I love you, Scott,” Jean whispered next to ear once their blood had finally started to cool and their thoughts returned to them. “My husband.”

“I love you…” The words flowed thick and heavy like molasses. “My wife.” Scott couldn’t help but crow saying the word. His face lit up with a glow from his innermost self that only Jean could see. Despite the sickly sweet residual taste of mai tais or whatever Jean had been drinking, Scott soaked in the essence of spring tide and renewal, both the comfort in adversity and the joy in triumph, feelings he only found in Jean’s arms. Her lips refreshed him like a power conduit.

After the flop, they laid together as a postcoital cuddle puddle. Scott didn’t want to budge even a little. Even as their breathing slowed, it began to synchronize together and became yet another aspect of their oneness.

“Remind me to kick everyone out faster,” Scott eventually said, once his tongue came back to him. “Resisting you is a game I will always lose. I always surrender in the end.”

Jean laughed at his comment, “you never want any visitors, ever.” She poked him in the side before settling in his arms. “But I understand why. You want a space that belongs to you and no one else. A private and intimate place… where we never wear clothes ever.” She nuzzled into his neck as she draped an arm across Scott’s body. “Besides, you're too nice to just kick everyone out.”

“You’re describing my happily ever after right now.” Scott ran a quick tickle under her arm and held her tight so she couldn’t squirm away. “Didn’t even have to read my mind either.” He stole a kiss on her cheek while loosening his hold. “Keep teasing me and taunting me with more of you and you’ll see just how not-nice I can be to company though.”

“Oh stop. You like our friends too.” Jean playfully swatted at him before she wiggled free of his hold and sat up straight. The lingering remains of an evening at a bar were starting to make Jean feel grimy, especially when sleep was beginning to call to her. “I smell like cigarettes and alcohol and I can’t stand it anymore. I need to clean up.”

With her needs slowly being checked off, Jean made her way over towards the bathroom where she paused in the doorway. She felt Scott’s eyes on her as she moved and Jean couldn’t help but think about his previous comment of her ‘teasing and taunting’ him.

Gathering her thick red hair in her hand she draped it over her shoulder before looking back at Scott with a come hither stare. “Do me a favor? Make me a grilled cheese sandwich while I take a shower?” There was a very deliberate sway to her hips as she headed into the bathroom and Scott knew she was playing with him. “Please.”

“Sure,” Scott said plainly. There was no sign of the visceral reaction that Jean always provoked in him, that burning thrill she never failed to ignite.

Calm, cool, and collected, he got up from the bed and went to the kitchen where he gathered the simple ingredients for the grilled cheese sandwich. By then he could hear the water running through the open doors. The sound made him smirk.

The water took a moment to heat up to temperature before Jean stepped under the shower head. That moment was long enough for Scott to come up behind her and wrap his arms around her middle.

“You know, I was thinking…” Scott whispered in Jean's ear as he held her from behind. “That sandwich can wait…” He placed a heartfelt kiss on her shoulder. “...if I delay you from actually taking your shower.”

“I know you can’t resist a shower,” Jean said with a giggle as she leaned back and into him. She tilted her head back until it was resting on his shoulder and she was looking up at him. “You fell right into my trap.”

“Was it really a trap if I saw it coming and ran headlong into it anyway?” Scott kissed along her temple and onto her forehead. The light of her eyes glistened in the steamy mist. “I’d follow you anywhere.”

His hands released their grasp around her ribcage and began caressing down her sides, coming to a soft hover over her hips. Just the feel of her skin, made moist and rippled into gooseflesh by his touch as much as the steam, was enough to steal his breath away. One slow, sultry breath after another fluttered behind the shell of her ear until he asked in a breathless whisper, “Where are you leading me now?”

“Originally? Into the kitchen to make me a sandwich.” Jean couldn’t help but laugh at her own comment but her giggles quickly stopped thanks to Scott’s exploring hands. “Then I realized you could do more for me here.” He could hear the smile in her voice because she knew all too well that their silly, playful banter often escalated into something far more lascivious. She tilted her head up and kissed the side of his neck using the same feather light touch that had been used in the bedroom. “I need you for…” Jean’s sentence trailed off and her breath hitched as his fingers grazed the skin of her thighs.

“Funny,” Scott said as he leaned his neck into her kiss. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Slinking down at a crawling pace, Scott kissed from the nape of Jean’s neck down to the small of her back, vertebra by vertebra, until he’d finally dropped to his knees. He goaded Jean to spin around, kissing along the cut of her hipbone as he did so.

~Look what I found~ Scott floated between them in a teasing expression that hinted at what was to come. ~What sandwich?~

Scott spread her legs apart with a little encouragement from his palm to her inner thigh and little else. Her excitement was already flowing, along with the reminder of their previous activity. Beginning with a simple kiss, Scott quickly pressed himself into Jean without reservation or hesitation. From her thighs to her posterior, his hands glided around Jean’s lower body to anchor her in place while his mouth went to work unraveling her one flick at a time.

~* ‘What?’ *~ Jean’s thoughts became just as hazy as they had been from the fog of alcohol but this time it was thanks to Scott’s meticulous talent rather than excessive drinking. Her breath grew ragged and heavy as he found every perfect spot and it became harder and harder for her to maintain their banter.

Jean felt herself needing more. More of him. More of his touch. More of the pleasure being provided. It was a song that called to Scott through their psychic rapport and spurred them both to take even greater action. With little regard for their surroundings, she lifted a leg and draped it across Scott’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to claim the more that she needed. The shift in her body exposed more of herself to him and his wicked mouth.

“How are you so good at that?” she asked in a breathy voice as Jean felt herself falling apart once more.

~Practice~ Scott lost himself not only in that moment but in every past moment just like it. All the times he had given himself over to Jean, where he chased her euphoria like a beast hunting down the hot scent of his quarry, where every quiver of her body and moan of her lips was his to cherish until she could take no more. The highlight reel of their satisfying union together flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope of passion and… ~Obsession~

It was an admission that only piqued Scott’s desire for bringing Jean… his twin flame, his soulmate, his wife… to the brink. He held her thigh with a firm grip, pulling her in tandem with his bobbing and weaving neck that maintained the optimal positioning no matter how Jean fidgeted in ecstasy. Their psychic connection radiated, mixing with her natural scents and sultry cries in a captivating cocktail that left Scott positively love drunk.

“Oh god, Scott…” Her heavy breaths ceased as overwhelming pleasure filled her senses. Jean was lost in him as Scott lavished such fervid affection across her body and mind. It was in these moments when things turned primal and passionate that Jean felt the full weight of his desire for her. There were different types of love a person could have for another and in this moment, she was dumbstruck by Scott’s desire for her. His need to worship her with all the heated adoration he felt for Jean, it made her toes curl in sheer ecstasy.

Her hands tangled in his hair as her whole body knotted and writhed from the climax he provided. Jean tugged on his hair as she felt that weightless, euphoric release move through her body, the rough hold on him helped ground her as she slipped and tumbled through their shared psychic space.

As Jean called his name, her voice passed through Scott’s mind with the force of a gunshot and the grace of a lullaby. Her keening cry both agitated and soothed the ache of his longing. The pull of her fingers tangled in his hair only scratched the surface of her penetrating presence which permeated his very thoughts.

Once it had come to an end, when Scott’s ravenous desire was filled by Jean’s teeming release, he stood up from his perch on the floor and took her into an embrace. He let the leg that had been wrapped around his shoulder slide down to his hip and then pinned it there with one hand before wrapping his arms around Jean’s shoulders and resting his face against her neck.

“I love you,” he said with lips slick with her essence and moist from the heady steam that was engulfing them. The squeeze of his arms tightened at the words for just a moment before relenting. “Just so much.” His voice was choked with emotion from an overflowing sense of satisfaction in giving Jean a fraction of the happiness she filled him with.

“I love you, Scott,” she repeated his words and he felt the affirmation of her love as it moved through his mind in a way that was both exciting and soothing. “And I can’t wait for you to become my husband. You and that glorious mouth of yours.” Jean giggled from her comment before lifting his chin up for a sweet kiss.

She held him close as minutes melted away in those sublime moments of euphoria that always followed. Jean felt that oneness between them as they held onto each other. There was no beginning or end to their psyche, just a single, dulcet thrum of their union that made everything feel right and perfect in this world. Scott and Jean gave away a small part of themselves to one another every time they came together, only to have that missing piece filled by the other.

“I never want to let go of you,” Jean whispered next to his ear in a hushed and silvery tone that sent shivers down his spine.

“That's the idea…” Scott trailed off as Jean's sultry and exhilarating whisper stole his breath away. The void he always carried inside became filled in her embrace. He clung to her like a static charge and absorbed her love through their touch in a romantic osmosis. “I'll never let you go either.”

The heady rush of emotion made his loins flare and begin to press against Jean. But Scott merely held Jean all the tighter. It was more than just biology. The deepest part of him was already connected to the deepest part of her. Their bodies merely had to catch up to that and get with the program. And the more he dwelled on that, the bigger the feelings the thought gave him.

“I want to keep you forever,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

~Forever and again~ The echo of his longing heart bounced around inside his mind until it dominated their psychic rapport.

“Again.” Jean murmured close to his lips as she felt his still turgid want against her body. The way they yearned for one another created such an intoxicating buzz of desire that she found impossible to resist. No one loved her like Scott did, his soul spoke to her own and it was in this shared and private space that she knew he would be hers forever.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Jean easily lifted herself and wrapped her legs around his waist. The movements smooth and unified thanks to the pounding need for more that coursed through both of their bodies, he felt the brush of her sex against his own as they aligned.

“And again,” Jean whispered into his ear as they fell back into their tried and true rhythms.

Scott tried to make a reply but all that came up from his throat was a smoldering yelp. With knees bent and his feet anchored, he leveraged Jean’s bodyweight fully against his pelvis while pushing his hips forward. The sensation curled his lips back at sweet, agonizing pleasure. It triggered a lone involuntary buck that sent his head back and chin to the ceiling for the grazing press of his tip against the back of her inner wall.

“Yeah…” Scott finally whispered back as he pushed out the gasp he’d made. Lazily at first, his head lolled back down to where he could meet Jean’s eyes again. Her eyes were so verdant and evergreen that Scott couldn’t look away. That glimmering sparkle hooked him deeply, locking their gazes together like magnets.

When he spoke again, his voice took on a raspy growl which underscored his dire need for her as well as his intent to make good his claim. “Again!”

Scott rocked her with each gyration, slow but powerful enough that he held her all the tighter in his arms. Every glorious second of their union filled him with yet another reminder of the supercharged love that only Jean could show him, a powerful force greater than any two individuals could realize on their own. Only through the joined perspective of their psychic rapport could they attain such heights and take hold of what most people merely dreamed of.

“And again.” Jean sighed as Scott found himself in her and they began to move together. Despite the heated tension that was building between them, she became serene as she gazed down at Scott.

He watched her features soften as tenderness and affection filled her eyes and that heartbreaking feeling of such deep love flooded his mind. Jean reached out and gently caressed his cheek as they continued the slow pace of their union. Lost in each other’s eyes, they could both feel how perfect this moment was. In a few short days they would publicly pledge and promise themselves to one another but that event was merely a ceremony to support what they both already knew.

~* ‘Forever’ *~ She leaned forward and kissed him and all that rolling passion returned. It heated their skin and spurred them to stoke the flames that ever burned between them.

“Yeah…” Scott grunted almost feral agreement. Jean’s overwhelming presence could drown the average mind, but for someone linked to her so primordially, all it did was bring Scott into the domain of her own mind even as she permeated his own. It released him to act on his most primal urges with the benefit of enjoying it from both sides, not only the banal pleasure of railing the most beautiful woman he had ever known but also riding on the echo of Jean’s own satisfaction that resonated around and through him.

Compelled as he was, Scott could hastened the slow rhythm to one more spry and speedy. The way Jean pulled at him in body and soul, taking him by the very root of his being and pulling to the point of plucking was a thrill like no other. Dancing on the edge of losing himself completely in the chase of ultimate love thickened his girth inside her, hardening him for the final push. Taking their special aphorism to heart, Scott bucked her again and again for what seemed like forever, while a scream amassed in his chest that was waiting to blow like a pressure cooker building up steam.

“Jean…” He hissed her name in harrowing passion that made his eyes bulge a little. “God, oh, Jean…”

She began to roll her hips in time with his but let herself drop after every rising crescendo. The crash of gravity added to the depth of their union and it made Jean moan upon each impact. The bathroom filled with lurid sounds of pleasure as water meekly trickled and rained down next to them. The tension became too great and they held onto one another as they grasped that blissful release.

The world moved under their feet as pleasure found them both, a cooperative and shared event that caused them both to plummet into that sea of delight. Saturated and filled by each other, it took several more heated strokes before they finally slowed and eventually stopped.

Even after release, Scott was loath to pull out. He held Jean close to him, allowing them both to bask in the most intimate proximity for just a moment longer. Every second was worth clinging to where their union was full and comprised every fiber of their being.

As his breath returned to his lungs and his soul to his body, Scott looked on Jean’s face, his gaze lingering ever so much before he drew her lips in for a sweet, warming kiss that made his heart skip a beat. “I’ll say it again,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“Never stop saying it,” Jean returned his kiss with one of her own, “because it is the only thing that matters.”

They held each other in the steam and title of the shower for a long moment, the space suddenly feeling sacred and serene thanks to the love that overcame them. It didn’t take much for them to find this divine place, all it took was each other.

“So much for a night of celebrating my freedom as a single woman,” Jean teased in a hushed voice that preserved their quiet intimacy. “Not that I was looking to.”

“Obviously,” Scott agreed, a sly smirk playing at his lips that signaled teasing was incoming. “You had too much to drink and immediately came running home to jump my bones.”

For just a moment, Scott replayed the evening in his mind and let Jean watch events as they unfolded from his perspective. Sue, Moira, and even Meilin stumbling around drunk all over their apartment while Jean had a singular intent of getting in his pants. It was pretty hilarious looking back and Scott made no attempt to hide that.

“Don't worry,” Scott said, not totally insincere in his mock comfort. “I'm sure no one will remember that. Just our little inside joke now.”

He kissed her again, mixing the humor of earlier in the evening with the peak passion they had just summoned to form a supreme joy that flowed between them no matter the context. Whether up or down, hot and bothered or low and moody, or anything in between, their love moved through it all. “Besides… you did get what you wanted in the end, didn't you?”

“Don’t I always.” Jean said with a giggle before kissing the length of his jawline, “I’m still waiting for that grilled cheese though.”

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Scott ran his fingers beneath her ribs. “Do you really want to send me away though?”

“Never,” she replied before he barely finished the question. “I like you close to me, touching me.” Jean kissed him long and slow so that she could savor Scott like a glass of wine. “And I don’t care if our friends get a peek at how much you mean to me, they know I’m wild about you anyways.”

Scott chuckled at that. “We both know you were going for more than a peek,” he said between breaths when returning her kiss. “But I'm not sorry. They can get over it.”

~Just like I'm not sorry about the grilled cheese sandwich~ Scott's lips hummed a suppressed snicker into their otherwise sultry kiss. ~This was a better choice anyway~

~* ‘Well, the night is young.’ *~ Jean’s response was completely untrue. They had closed out the bar before finally being forced to go home. Combined with their extracurricular activities that she had practically demanded of him, the early morning light was due to turn the winter sky from black to grey at any moment.

~* ‘You still have plenty of time to answer my every beck and call.’ *~ She smirked with that remark as Jean shared a mental picture of Scott pampering her from head to toe while a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches sat on a plate next to her.

The image made Scott’s chest rumble with laughter, and for that he only kissed her all the more firmly.

~* ‘You didn’t ask for any special treatment after your bachelor’s party… I’m surprised by that.’ *~ Jean failed to recall that she had been waiting for him to come home in something lacey and black, he had been more than happy to find her posing and waiting for his return.

~I barely survived that night~ Scott remembered the limo ride home where everyone had been drunk from hours of celebrating at dinner and the private skybox at the Knicks game. ~You girls couldn’t hold a candle to the filthy raunch those guys put on parade~ A certain satisfaction passed through Scott into their shared bond. They teased him relentlessly over his square reputation and uptight demeanor. ~If they only knew what happened behind closed doors…~

~* ‘I think they know…’ *~ Jean giggled while finally starting to lather and sud herself but not without stopping to steal kiss after kiss from Scott. ~* ‘Maybe not the details… unless of course, you shared a little too much after a few drinks?’ *~

~With that pack of jackals?~ Scott half snickered, half scoffed. ~I admitted nothing and they still made their assumptions~

Honestly, though, much of the evening was a blur after the restaurant. Scott could only hope that was the case for the rest of the guys too.

~Besides, the devil's in the details~ Scott turned Jean around to lather her neck, shoulders, and back with firm, soapy circles. His palms flexed and lingered where they may with delight in every touch. ~And the details are for us alone~~

~* ‘Right…yes.’ *~ Impish guilt raced through her mind and Scott could tell she was holding back a confession. “I may have overshared some… not a lot, but some detailing may or may not have been divulged.”

Scott’s smirk made his right eyebrow shoot up. “Oh yeah? Go on, Mrs. Summers. Don’t hold back now on my account.” He pinched her backside in a playful act of persuasion. “Just what exactly was divulged?”

“I was complimentary!” She squealed as his hand found her backside. Jean giggled and Scott could hear the lilt to her laugh that indicated she was still tipsy from her night of drinking. “I may or may not have elaborated on how good you and that mouth of yours are. And I may or may not have described your body with some… excessive details. I also may have told them how often we… you know…”

At first Scott wanted to demand that she elaborate.

~Show me! No, no, on second though, I don't want to know~

The guys giving him a hard time was one thing. Knowing the exact details of whatever Jean shared with the girls might make future eye contact even more difficult than his eyewear already made it. He didn't bother hiding his blushing from Jean though. There was a good chance she was aware of it even before he was.

“I hope you're pleased with yourself.” His face was locked in a stony disposition, but a decade together left him an open book to Jean. The mock pout could not have been more obvious.

“Very,” Jean said with a satisfied smile as she turned around to face him. “I got you to make that face.” She stood up on her toes and kissed him, feeling the slight falter in his frown as her lips found his.

“Just don’t be surprised if they look at you a little differently from now on.” Jean giggled before kissing him once more.

“Nobody’s allowed to come over again,” Scott retorted as he pretended to turn away from her kiss. “Ever.” It was as idle of a threat as could be. Their heart and soul was in the activist work their organization did every day. They could no more turn away the world than they could each other. It was part of what made them who they were and why they melded together as they did.

Giving up the charade, Scott let go of his taciturn expression and grinned as he returned Jean’s kiss. “On the other hand, I guess now you can’t be mad about my choice of words with the fantastic neighbors.” When they had first moved into the Baxter Building, Reed Richards had asked him what telepathy was like, and Scott’s prank answer was that it felt like ‘mind-fucking,’ joke that Jean had never appreciated. “Fair is fair, right?”

Jean’s chortle turned into laughter as Scott brought up their first conversation with Reed. “This is different, I wasn’t teasing and baiting someone for asking an intrusive question.” She tilted her head back and began to rinse her hair clean, the shower filled with the fragrance of her shampoo that he loved so much. “Girl talk is different, especially since it wasn’t with mixed company or at a dinner table. This was a frank and endearing conversation over several glasses of wine. No one is going to look at you like some sort of science experiment after what I said…”

Judging by how hot and bothered Jean had been when she came home, Scott was starting to understand the amount of oversharing that had occurred. “But I would probably refrain from taking your shirt off in front of them for the foreseeable future.”

“Uh-huh.” Scott was unconvinced by Jean's rationale but not even he had been persuaded by his own counterpoint either. Her normally faint citrus smell was intoxicating under the running water and mixed with steam. It made him feel a little heady as well, differently from any alcoholic drinks but maybe just as uninhibited.

“I guess I'll have to change my routine then and keep covered up more.” It was subtle sarcasm hidden beneath a deadpan delivery. Normally Scott seized any opportunity to tease Jean and flirt from that superior position. But she was already teasing him with that rich scent in his nose. Thinking of anything witty became increasingly difficult in that moment, so Scott gave up and leaned his face into her wet hair while she rinsed. “You're no fair, you know that?”

“I know.” Jean returned his stoic delivery, keeping her voice emotionless and factual despite her desire to smirk while she spoke. “You would think after a decade of this you would have come up with a better way to compensate for that… or maybe you like always being at a disadvantage?”

Scott shrugged, keeping his face taciturn, but inside he was alight with the thrill Jean never failed to give him. “Maybe I like you on top, sure.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Or maybe I should ask our friends whether I need to compensate for anything?” The soft rasp in his voice left little doubt to the innuendo he was implying.

“Scott Summers, you are incorrigible.” Jean giggled as she reached out and turned the water off. She leaned forward and kissed him briefly before stepping out of the shower to towel herself off. She ran the soft fluffy towel down the length of her body in a way that was more for show than functionality. Scott was right, she never played fair. “And if there is anyone you should be asking that question to, it’s me.”

“All right, then.” Scott smirked as he took the baited question. Who was he kidding? Everything about that moment was bait from Jean’s loaded banter to the sway of her curves while she toweled herself off long after she was dry. “I’ll ask you.”

Scott stepped forward and briefly toweled his short brain hair before wrapping the towel around his waist to catch any wayward dripping while he air dried. Once he was within reach, though, he snatched Jean’s towel away and wrapped it around his shoulders. Tugging either end with his hands, he let himself smirk. “Do I need to compensate for your unfair advantage?”

“Hey! My towel!” Jean reached out for the towel he had taken but ended up just wrapping her arms around Scott. She looked up at him with a smirk on her face that turned into a satisfied smile as Jean pressed into him. She held him there for a moment, lost in his gaze rather than trying to goad him into something else. Jean felt her stomach flip for him all over again. “No, I think you do just fine as is.”

“Good answer.” Scott flipped her towel on his shoulders over his head and around her back, pulling her into him. “Because I got you. And you’re not going anywhere.” He leaned down and savored the fresh citrus scent of her hair. “But then neither am I…”

Raising his hands to cup Jean’s face, Scott stole the kiss that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Both towels fell to the floor and draped around their feet. Their playful repartee demanded nothing less on both counts.

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