X-Men aren't mine, Eden is not mine, Soffe shorts aren't mine, Head and Shoulders isn't mine, Barbie isn't mine, functions aren't mine, hair irons aren't mine, spotted cucumber's aren't mine, Halo 2 isn't mine, giraffe's aren't mine, and suitcases aren't mine. But the plot is. I'll settle for that. :)
Ch.1 of 'On the outside of Eden' called 'The Definition of Privacy in a Boarding House'
Scott groaned.
"Oh, God, Jean. That feels so good"
"Again?" she whispered into his ear.
"Please"
She repeated the motion. He groaned again.
She continued to knead at his shoulders which desperately needed to be massaged as he groaned a third time. He was lying with his stomach down on their bed. Jean had moved into his room a few months ago and he was enjoying living with her. Even though they shared a bed, they hadn't slept together. Scott said that it was an unnecessary risk; Jean could get pregnant and she was just starting college, on her way to become a doctor and Scott didn't want to ruin that, for anything.
Now she sat on his backside, her legs off to one side and rubbed more lotion onto her hands as she ran them over his bare back. He took in a shaky breath. The lotion was cool on his skin but he was feeling unnaturally hot for obvious reasons.
"Are you sure you should have taken that job offer?" she asked, gently nuzzling his neck.
"As an aerobics instructor? What job am I better fit for?"
"A New Mutant teacher, perhaps?"
Scott buried his face in the pillow and screamed. Jean laughed and gently snuck her hands in between his waist and the bed to hug him, bringing her body down on top of his. She laid her head on the spot between his shoulder blades and gave him a gentle kiss.
"Rubbing stopped" he pouted through the pillow.
"Kissing started" she purred as she fell to his side. He propped himself up on an elbow so that he could look her in the eyes. She draped a hand over his neck as he draped one over her waist. They pulled themselves closer until their lips were barely touching.
"Scott?" asked an unfamiliar voice from the door.
They both shot up and embraced each other for safety. Jean shivered at the feel of being pressed against his warm chest. She hadn't realized that all she was wearing was a small workout top and even smaller Soffe shorts.
"Yes?" he called.
"It's Bobby. Can I borrow your Head and Shoulders?"
Scott shut his eyes in frustration. He untangled himself from Jean and went to his bathroom, got the shampoo, unlocked his door and shoved it into Bobby's hands.
"Here" he said sharply. "You use all of it like last time and you are in serious trouble"
"Sir, yes, sir!" he saluted and ran off.
Scott shut the door, locked it again and got back on the bed.
"Now where were we?" he whispered, inching towards her on his hands and knees.
"I don't remember" she purred in response. "Can you remind me?"
"Of course" He pressed his lips to hers and her purring increased in volume.
Another knock on the door broke their kiss.
"Jean? Are you in here?"
She sighed. "Yes I am."
She walked to the door, leaving a very pissed off Scott sitting on the bed.
She opened the door to find Amara standing there.
"Hey, Jean. Can you help me with my math homework? I forgot how to do functions."
"How about this?" She did a funky trick with her telepathy and passed her knowledge of functions into the younger girl's mind.
After blinking repeatedly in surprise, she smiled as the formula ran through her mind.
"Wow. Thanks, Jean!"
She turned on her heels and ran downstairs, afraid that the info would only be temporary.
Jean shut the door with a little slam and returned to the bed.
"Sorry about that." She apologized.
"Don't worry. We can easily make up for lost time" He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. He moved her down onto his lap and got his tongue in her mouth shortly after. She made a tiny meowing noise.
He broke the kiss to look at her oddly.
"What was that?"
"It's the sound girls make when their hot, sexy boyfriends kiss them and grab their butts" she responded with a ditzy smile.
Scott hadn't even noticed that his hands had made their way to her ass. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Then he gave her butt a squeezed. She giggled and pushed him down on the bed.
"Scott?"
Jean's groaned and her head dropped onto his chest with a thud. She banged her head on his chest a few times; hard enough to get her dizzy but not hard enough to hurt Scott.
"I'll get it" Scott said, holding Jean's face in his hands to stop her from banging.
She got off him and he went to the door.
"What is it, Logan?" he asked the shorter man at the door with a slight chill in his voice.
"Have you seen Ororo?"
"No."
"At all?"
"No, Logan"
"In how long?"
"The whole day."
"You sure?"
SLAM!
Logan blinked in surprise at the usually patient leader's curtness.
"I must be interrupting something…" he smirked as he walked away.
Scott locked the door behind him and grabbed a chair to prop against the door. Jean smiled, obviously laughing at his futile attempts to keep intruders out.
As soon as he finished moving the chair into place he wasted no time in getting back to business. He practically jumped on her, straddling her thighs and pushing her down onto the bed by her wrists with a fierce kiss. Jean melted into him as he soon lost his aggression and the kiss became more loving than anything else. He kept both her arms over her head with one hand and the other gently stroked the warm skin of her stomach with the other. She made the meowing noise again.
His hands, almost out their own accord, made their way up to her breasts. He cupped them and weighed them through her top. She slipped her hands from his grip and wrapped her arms around his neck so that she could pull herself up and kiss him better.
"Jean!"
They didn't answer. They merely kissed harder.
>If they think we're not here, they'll go away> Scott reasoned in her head.
>Or they'll come in> she responded. Her inner voice sounded very angry.
"Je-an!" the intruder called again.
>Don't get it> he ordered firmly in her head.
She was about to respond when his hand slipped under her bra to touch her bare breast. That shut her up quick as she opened her mouth, giving Scott the 'go ahead' to get his tongue in. He complied, hungrily devouring her mouth.
"JEAN!"
"Jean, wait…" Scott tried to reason with her but it was no use. Jean was on her last straw.
She shoved him off of her and stalked to the door, threw the chair away with her TK, cracking a leg, undid the lock threw open the door and proceeded to scream,
"WHAT THE #$#$ING HELL DO YOU WANT?"
Rahne Sinclaircowered in the angry red-head's presence. She could see the fire behind Jean's eyes; she was almost too scared to ask her the question she came to ask.
"C-can I borrow your hair iron?"
Jean screamed in frustration and slammed the door shut on the young girl. The door's wood cracked near the handle and the metal on the frame moved a few centimeters from the force.
"Jesus, Jean" Scott marveled, awestruck at her fury.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!" she shrieked. Dropping to her knees, she pulled out something from under the bed.
"They're just kids, Jean. We live in a boarding school; we have to get used to…what are you doing?"
Jean had pulled a suitcase out from underneath her bed and was starting to put clothes in it. Some of it was hers and some was his.
"Packing. We're moving out"
"What? Since when?"
"Since it has become clear that we are not allowed more than 2 seconds of peace around here." She responded as she started to pull out another suitcase.
"C'mon, Jean" he held her still at her shoulders. "That's not true. Today's just a bad day. It'll be better tomorrow."
She sighed knowing that he was right and let the luggage fall to the floor.
He gently kissed her forehead and trailed kisses down her frontal and her nose until he reached her lips where he kissed her best.
She smiled against his lips. She loved the way that he was always able to get her out of her rages and power surges.
"Scott! Ray's hogging Halo 2 and he won't let anyone else play!"
"I am not, Roberto! I won fair and square! You're just a sore loser who can't admit that he lost his chance to play on the first round!"
"He's lying, Scott! Tell him to let me play!"
As the two boys argued outside their bedroom door, the young lovers broke their kissing and rested their foreheads against each other.
"Need help packing the shoes?" he asked her with a weary sigh.
"Yes, thank you"
He headed towards the closet leaving the two boys outside to their unfortunate fate at the hands of a furious Jean Grey.
There you go! Ch. 1 of my newest more-than-one part story, "On the Outside of Eden"
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