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Post by Jean Grey on Feb 12, 2013 15:02:10 GMT -5
Jean had chosen her outfit for the night carefully. It was hard to juggle finding something that was acceptable to wears to Harry’s and something that screamed ‘Ravish me, Summers!’. She wore a blue satin and lace dress. The bodice was a bit low cut and the skirt hem rested high on her hip. It was not the idea dress for January but that was the last thing on Jean’s mind. She wore white lace top stockings and silver heels. She made sure to make the phoenix pendent Scott gave her was visible. When Scott picked her up at her room she made sure to mental project into his mind what she looked like without his rose colored filters for she wanted him to know exactly how she looked. She enjoyed her return to Harry’s and being out with Scott, again. It felt like old times again and like she was finally truly come home. Though, she was a bit surprise to find none of the waitresses were named ‘Trac’ or ‘Tracey’. Then again Jean just figured she might not been working tonight and that could have been one of the reasons Scott decide to take her there. During the ride home is when Jean got nervous. She stared down at the cherry pie they had picked up as Scott drove. The redhead knew what was going to happen when they got to school. There would be pie and Scott will find out she never served pie before. She was unsure what would come after that. Part of fear afterwards would lead to disappointment in her for all she knew about the subject was thoughts she randomly picked up from people. Jean worried that his disappointment would lead to him once again distancing himself from her, again. Jean wished things weren’t so complicated. She forced a smile and looked up from the pie to Scott. “That was fun. Harry’s really hasn’t changed much since I left. Despite the fact we can drink now it was like old times.” She nervously licked her lips and then added. “Did you have fun?” |
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Post by Scott Summers on Feb 20, 2013 15:19:02 GMT -5
Scott smiled to her as he drove the car and she stared down at the pie on her lap. Or was she thinking about the pie in her lap? He wondered what flavor that pie was... probably jockberry. Yeah jockberry was probably the flavor of the pie.
He had to admit though, Jean looked good. She looked like she was a pure beauty in that blue dress. Scott bit his lip and tried not to imagine that dress on the floor by his bed. He failed epically. "I had a great time Jean. Harry's is about the same." Scott definitely had taken advantage of being drinking age when Jean was away.
"So when we get back, how would you like to have the pie first?" Scott was asking a question without asking it, and he hoped Jean caught on... after all she started this game. He had his preference and loudly thought about it. The image of her sitting in his lap, straddling it really, while only wearing her knickers and stockings was present in his mind. He looked to her as they were about to turn on Graymalkin to see what her reply was.
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Post by Jean Grey on Mar 11, 2013 22:48:57 GMT -5
Jean had to remind herself to breath as she they got close to the school. She ran her fingers alone the edge of the pie tin as Scott talked. “Yeah, I don’t think I really felt like I was home until I walked into Harry’s.” She said softly and mentally added ‘with you’ but she was unsure he wanted her to have that connection with her. After all he said they were just friends. Just friends that are going to have pie together...
For a moment she was lost in her own head and then he asked about pie and she saw what was in her head. She then blushed and looked up at him. “Seems like a good plan.” She said as she smiled hoping he hadn’t notice that she had blushed.
She shrugged slightly as she looked back down at the pie. “Or we can take it slow we have all night and I have nowhere I have to be tomorrow.” Jean mentally growled at herself for she was quickly making this the most awkward hook up ever. The redhead then quickly corrected herself for it wouldn’t be truly awkward until he found out she was a virgin.
She was worried about what he was going to think about her. She worried he would laugh at her or think she was a prude or frigid. What kind of loser came back from college still a virgin? She tried not to frown as she looked to Scott part of her wanting to back out but part of her couldn’t. Strangely she felt like she was playing chicken with pie.
“I think tonight is going to be a good night for us.” Jean said softly somehow hoping her words show she was not going to back down. “It’s going to be fun.”
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Post by Scott Summers on Mar 22, 2013 13:12:31 GMT -5
Scott pulled into the school's garage and internally smirked to himself. If he had any doubts about Jean's intentions for the night ironically her half hearted attempt to delay it made her intentions clear. He was kind of shocked by that, that she was interested in finally pursuing that with him. It was somewhat not a surprise. They had been close to this when they were kids at Xavier's. Her career/future/whatever was just more important than him. He accepted that, his own was important to him as well. But he was already at the only school that could teach him how to be the paramilitary leader of mutant freedom and rights.
That comment was one of the few times Scott would admit, but only to himself, he liked the job profile.
"Slow or fast Jean, it should be a fun night." He kissed her on the cheek after he parked the car. He then slipped out and went over to her side of the car and helped her out. He sat the tin on the roof of the car. He hugged her closely to him and kissed her on the lips. As he kissed her, his mind gave her the image of Jean in her green Marvel Girl dress/costume, though slightly eskewed into a more lingerie option. He broke the kiss and smiled to her. "Mask optional."
He took her hand with one and the pie with the other and led her out of the garage.
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Post by Jean Grey on Mar 26, 2013 17:14:51 GMT -5
Jean was having a hard time trying not to blush and looking at Scott. She felt like if she looked at him for too long he would see right through her. It almost as if she thought he would suddenly became the mind reader. “I always had fun when I with you.” The redhead softly focusing on the pie wondering did he took all of his hook up back to the school or if he someplace off campus for when he felt the need for pie.
Then he took the pie and kissed her as images filled her head that would have made her drop the pie if he wasn’t prepared. Scott was always prepared. She blush a shade of red that was just a bit deeper than her hair color. He may not be a mind reader but he knew how to take advantage of the fact that she was.
“I remembered you always liked that uniform. So did Warren…” She was unsure why she brought up Warren at a time like this. For some reason deep down she wanted to make him a bit jealous. For if she could get him to be jealous it was a sign that he felt something for her which mean he wanted her and just wasn’t hungry for pie.
“The Professor lectured me in the impracticality of it.” She ran her fingers along the side of his face as she pondered how impractical this was and if Xavier would lecture her about this later. For a change, Jean decided not to worry about what Xavier would think and practicality and focus on action. Or at least the action she wanted to happen.
She tilted her head back and smirked. “But I always liked the mask.” She purred softly as she kissed him softly and pressed herself into him. *So, pie in your room? The garage does little for me.* Jean was not against having pie in the garage but not her first time.
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Post by Scott Summers on Apr 5, 2013 11:58:27 GMT -5
Scott bristled at the mention of Warren, now why did she have to bring up the bird? Of the first class, Scott had only one legitmate rival for anything and that was Warren. The self-serving little angel was the most annoying person he ever met. Oh sure Bobby and Remy rubbed him the wrong way, but if someone in the mansion was going to win Jean... it would have been the Angel. Scott wondered if Warren liked Jean out of that costume. "I am sure he did."
His mind turned to his own pursuer. Emma Frost. "Emma always thought your costume was nice looking too but didn't think doing the same in white and black was appropriate for the squad." He gave her the image of Emma in a white and black version of Jean's Marvel Girl costume, pulling on the hem of her skirt.
Scott smiled to himself at Jean's mental comment about pie in the garage. *I don't know, I always thought that there was something sexy about having 'pie' in the garage on top of a red hot rod.* He would let her chew on that thought. Briefly the image of a white high heel shoe against a tire snapped into his mind's forefront and then got covered up fast.
He reached his room and opened the door, leading her in. He settled the pie on the small table by the bay window in his room. "Let me go get some flatware and drinks, what do you want with your pie Jean?" He slipped into his small kitchenet.
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Post by Jean Grey on Apr 5, 2013 23:12:04 GMT -5
Jean was pleased that she managed to get a spark of jealousy out of the normally cool Scott. It made her think that tonight adventure was not something they were doing because nothing was on TV. She didn’t like that he quickly put the shoe on the other foot and he brought up Emma.
Bring up Emma was enough to taint her mood but she push all thoughts of the white cow out her mind for she didn’t want to be mad at Scott right now. Thought, the flash of a white heel against a tire as he was mentally speaking to her made it hard. It made her want to burn things. Mentally she told herself that that shoe could be anyone’s and not Emma. Jean would perfectly okay with the shoe belonging to anyone but Emma for after all to Scott she was nothing more than a friend.
*Maybe next time, Scott.*
The burning she felt and the fact he was hiding it made Jean sure that it was not just anyone’s shoe. Maybe he was trying to scare her away or maybe he just willing to have pie with anyone, even that cow Emma Frost. Strangely she was hoping it was more of the former than the later. Despite the burning deep down in her and worrying about the owner of shoe she followed him up to his room.
“Do you have some ice cream or maybe some whip cream?” Jean asked as she leaned against the table trying not to let him in on the thoughts brewing in her head for she was sure he would laugh at her. Scott always found her distrust and dislike for Emma to be amusing.
She moved to the window and took in the view. She smiled slightly. “You do have the best view in place.” The redhead then shrugged and sighed. “I don’t think I really have taken the time to look out the window in my room.” She sighed. “Though, since get back from school I can’t help but feel a bit like Dorothy Gale on her way home from Oz, that I should have been looking in my own back yard for my happiness.” She looked to Scott and wondering if she be taking her clothes off or something other than talking about characters from children books. Unsure what to do she began to play with her phoenix pendant.
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Post by Scott Summers on Apr 28, 2013 19:30:18 GMT -5
Scott was smiling at her 'maybe next time' thought. So she did still want to play. Though he knew his Jeannie well enough to know what she was thinking about regarding the shoe... time to take her mind off of it.
He nodded to her about the icecream. "Of course I can, French Vanilla and hot fudge sound good?" He said to Jean as he disappeared into the kitchen. He made two bowls of icecream with French Vanilla icecream, hot fudge, and a cherry on top of each. Under the ice cream was a dark chocolate fudge brownie.
He returned and heard her words about the view. "I have to agree with that," he said looking over Jean. He presented her with the bowl of ice cream and a plate for the pie. He put his own down and handed her a pair of forks and a butter knife for the pie. He smiled to her analogy about the Wizard of Oz. "I think you will be fine Jean," he said to her and kissed her along the shoulder, his arms going around the small of her back.
He kissed her on the neck and then on the lips. "Let's have our pie and ice cream and then... 'dessert'?" He smiled to her.
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Post by Jean Grey on May 2, 2013 0:01:06 GMT -5
Jean saying she was going to be fine but her at ease. For some reason Scott saying that things was going to be fine made her think it was possible. She closed her eyes for a moment to enjoying his closeness. Part of her wonder if she would ever feel that kind of closeness with anyone else. She had her doubts for she was sure what she had with Scott was special but she was unsure if Scott felt the same way. The white shoe made her question that.
She opened her eyes slowly and smiled softly. “Sounds like the perfect plan.” She said as she turned to face him. Jean looked up at him. “Though, I keep waiting for someone to come bursting in and ruin our perfect plans.” She shook her head as she moved away from Scott. “How many times have Bobby, Warren or Hank come bursting in just as our plans were about to come into reality when we were kids? Or Xavier summoning one of for lectures or some sort of training?”
“Bobby suddenly decide he needs to pay you back the twenty bucks he owed you for months while were out on the dock by the boat house. Warren needing your expertise on the car he just bought when we were in the garage in the backseat of your car...” Jean couldn't help but roll her eyes over their terrible luck.
“I think Hank walking into your room after I had just did a strip tease and me having to hide under the bed naked was probably the most traumatizing. Especially since he decided to sit on the bed and talk about some football line up for hours.” The red head could laugh about it now but at the time she had thought about wiping the genius' mind. “I don't know how he didn't notice my clothes.”
She tilted her head to the side and thought about, beginning to wonder if their friends had conspired to ruin their well laid plan for 'pie'. If they had she owes them some smacks upside the head. But if it was true she couldn't help wonder if Xavier was the one that put the idea in their head. Then again she could really see Emma doing just that. Stupid white cow... She violently stabbed her pie with her fork.
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Post by Scott Summers on May 6, 2013 11:20:45 GMT -5
Scott smiled and nodded to Jean's assessment. It would seem like their was some sort of conspiracy against them by their unique family members. He wondered if it was somehow a plot against them. "I have no doubt the Hank one was the worse. But its now different. We are in my apartment on campus, not a room I have to share. And as long as the world decides not to burn itself to the ground we should be left alone."
He snacked on some of his ice cream and watched her kind of retreat into her own thoughts. He rose up and moved behind her. He smiled and lifted her to her feet. He turned her around and kissed her lips deeply. *I love you Jean. I always have and always will.*
He kissed her along her exposed shoulders and neck after the deep kiss. His hands moved down her blue dress and cupped her ass. "But you are right, that conspiracy could sneak up at any moment... you know what it means then... we shouldn't give them the opportunity to sneak up on us." He smirked. Make your move Jean.
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Post by Jean Grey on May 6, 2013 20:50:40 GMT -5
Jean was surprised by Scott's mental words. Part of her wanted to ask did he tell the owner of the white shoe the same thing or that waitress he had down at Harry's. Another part of her wanted to ask why he didn't go with her when she left the school. She didn't ask him any of this those for she didn't want to be the one to sabotage their moment this time. She wanted to be with him even if he just wanted her for the night.
'You know you have always had my heart.'[/color] She told him even though she was more than a bit nervous to give Scott her body.
She smiled slightly and arched her neck to him. “Though, your apartment does seem to be a better place for this than the docks or the backseat of your car. It's the perfect place for 'pie' plenty of space. I am sure you know that.” She teased as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip and she slowly began to unzipped her dress with her telekinesis.
“If anyone bursts in this time I am not going to hide under the bed no matter how little of clothes I am wearing.” She teased him as she close her eyes and for a moment let him see everything through her mind eye. She wanted him to see everything for the moment in true colors and not in a wash of red. He wanted him to truly see her even if it was just this once.
Jean was sure there was no going back now. That there was no stopping them now. Still she was a bit worried after all they have come this close before and always interrupted or one of them backed down. It was like they were play chicken with pie and waiting for the other to swerve. This time she was not going to be the one to swerve. Her eyes drifted to the door of Scott's apartment wondering will he swerve or will something else keep them from having 'pie'.
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Post by Scott Summers on May 8, 2013 11:34:02 GMT -5
Scott nodded to her assessment of the location. "Plenty of room and plenty of comfort. The perfect spot for a long overdue first time." He kissed her lips deeply as he held her warmly to his body.
His fingers ran down her back as she unzipped her dress and his lips continued to kiss her skin. He took in her comment about not hiding. *Feel free to give them a good scolding while you mesmerize them with your swaying 'persuaders'.* He teased and joked to her. He stepped back and took her hand as her mind's eye filled his vision. She wore such a lovely blue dress. Her green eyes were delicious.
He guided her into the back and kissed her lips as he guided her to the bedroom. Scott slipped off his shirt as they arrived and threw it on the chair. He pulled Jean close, her back to his chest as he peeled away Jean's dress. "You look beautiful, I love you Jean." He kissed her along the shoulder.
As her breasts were exposed he massaged them in his hands. He let her pick her spot of when she wanted to advance.
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Post by Jean Grey on May 20, 2013 13:00:38 GMT -5
When Scott spoke of this being long overdue Jean wonder if now she should bring up that this was going to be her first time. Not with just him but ever. Scott being so practical she was a bit worried if she told him he would stop. She didn’t want to push back this anymore.
He teased her and she kissed him. Most people would say Scott was humorless but he always had a way to amusing Jean. She ruffled his head and bit his bottom lips. “That is my battle plan for any interruptions but it probably be followed with a mind wiping and someone for some odd reason bawking like a chicken for a week.” The redhead teased as she kissed him on the nose.
Despite being determined to see tonight through to the end she blushed when her dress pooled around her feet in heap of blue fabric. She bowed her head stepping out of her shoes. She stood before in only her white thigh high stockings and matching lace panties. The redhead never felt so expose before for she was not just physically baring it all for him but mentally, too. Jean bowed her head as she told him softly. “I love you, Scott.”
The licked her bottom lip as she decided that she was going to be bold. That she needed to be bold. She knew Scott and knew like most things he would replay these events over and over in his trying to analyze them for meaning and to strategize what exactly to do with her. Jean wanted to make sure when he did he noted that she didn’t hesitated. Not now at least.
She turned quickly to face him and kissed him deeply then pushed him back on to his bed. She followed him closely straddling his lap. She sat up on him and grind into him her eyes focus on him as she ran her fingers slowly along his chest. Yes, he still had his pants on but she wanted him to know that she wanted this. Jean, at this moment in time, was not about to back down.
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