OK, here's my sequel to my crossover. You really don't need to read the first one, but if you want to go ahead. I am going to pull a few things from it here and there, so I would recommend you read the first one before you read this, but all you really have to keep in mind here is that Jean and Scott are now engaged, this takes place four months after they get back from Vegas, all of Jean's wounds are healed, and they plan on getting married within another three months. Ok, I just covered a few things from the crossover there, so if you're confused, go back and read it. It's titled, "CSI L.V. X-Men: Evolution Crossover". I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 1

Scott sat by the window looking out and watching for Jean's car. She was due back from her mother's any minute and he knew she was going to be in a mood. So he had gone out, bought a dozen red roses and a small box of her favorite chocolates, Russell Stover's Assorted Creams. He had put a rose and the chocolates on her pillow, and her favorite bottle of lilac lotion on her nightstand.

Then he sat down by the window and began to twirl another rose in his hands. He reached over and placed it back in the vase. He took a moment to stare at the eleven roses. Eleven weeks until he and Jean were married. His thoughts were interrupted then by the sound of a car door opening and closing and the beep of locks engaging. Scott looked out the window to see Jean walking up the front steps. He flinched when he heard the front door open and slam shut.

Jean wasn't in a good mood.

Scott let out a deep sigh and stood up from the chair. He started to walk over to the bed to collect his gifts from it when Jean walked in looking completely frazzled, and he didn't know whether it was from exhaustion of driving, or exhaustion from listening to her mother for four hours. Scott was half bending over to collect the rose and chocolate when Jean spotted them.

"What are you doing?" she asked gently, dropping her purse on a chair. "What is that?"

"Uh, it was going to be a surprise, but from what I heard downstairs, I figured you might be too pissed off, and I thought it would be better not to bother you with it."

"Oh, Scott." Jean took his face in her hands and kissed him running her fingers through his hair. "You're not bothering me, but believe me, I'm so glad to be home. I've had just about enough of my mother's shit to last me a life time."

"I'm sure you have. Well, here." Scott handed her the rose and chocolate, which earned him another kiss, however, this one was deeper and more passionate. When they parted, Scott took the rose and walked into the bathroom to retrieve Jean's single flower vase. He filled it with cold water then placed the rose in it and walked back out to put it on her nightstand. Jean watched him and noticed the bottle of lotion.

"You weren't expecting something were you?" she asked as she lifted the lid off the chocolates. She located and removed the coconut ones, which she hated, and gave them to Scott. He loved the coconut ones. Jean selected two; vanilla cream and butternut, then replaced the lid. She popped them into her mouth one at a time.

"No." Scott said simply. "I just thought you might need a massage or something, and I know that you like that lotion."

"Thank you, Scott, you're very sweet, but I do have to give you something for this. I never even asked for you to be here when I got back. Honestly, I thought you wouldn't be, I thought you wouldn't want to put up with my crap when I got back."

"I'm here." Scott said smiling. Jean smiled in returned and kissed his cheek.

"I think you've earned the massage, Summers." Jean got off the bed at that moment and pulled Scott off with her. "Shirt." She said. She pulled his shirt free from his pants and lifted it over his head carefully, making sure she didn't dislodge his glasses. "Pants." She said next. Scott smirked at her and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on her lips as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Once she had gotten them off him and they lay bunched on the floor, Scott swept her up into a kiss wrapping his arms around her.

"How much grief did she give you?" Scott asked as he let her go.

"Ask me that later, I don't want to discuss it now. Lay down, on your back." Scott did and Jean climbed up after him straddling his waist. She took the bottle off her nightstand and squeezed some of the lotion into her hand. She rubbed it between her palms for a minute then began running her hands over his upper torso. She massaged his muscles for a long while worked her way down from his chest to his abs and then had him flip over so she could massage his back. Scott groaned a few times while she worked the muscles in his back and felt him push himself into the mattress. "You ok?" she asked stopping.

"No." Scott groaned out, his voice muffled from lying on the bed.

"Oh." Jean said to herself. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and leaned down to kiss his skin between his shoulder blades.

"Hey, Jean."

"Yes, hon." She said getting off him and lying down beside him.

"I have a question to ask you?" Scott said rolling over to face her.

"Yes?"

Scott reached out and cupped her face bringing her in for a kiss. Jean let him part her teeth and slip his tongue between them to play with hers for a minute. When they parted, she looked at him, ran her tongue across her lips, and smiled.

"My answer would be yes, Scott."

Scott smiled.

Sometime later they lay together in their bed cuddled under the sheets, and just staring at each other, reaching out and touching, and kissing. Scott ran his hand along Jean's naked side and sighed as he watched his fingers play over her so soft skin. Jean sighed as well and watched his eyes as they watched himself. She was leaning up on her elbow, her hand supporting her face. She reached out with her free hand and stoked his cheek.

"You're so wonderful, Scott, you know that?"

Scott looked at her and smiled. He stroked her cheek and let his fingers slide over her lips. Jean moved a little closer to him and took his fingers in her hands and kissed the tips of them. He had beautiful hands, beautiful, strong, and talented hands... that gave the best massages. Scott could always tell when Jean needed one. She would come in looking completely stressed, or looking completely drained, and he would know just which kind of massage to give her.

If her shoulders were sagging, he gave her a shoulder and neck massage. If she came in mumbling about her head, he gave her a cranial massage, and Jean loved those. If she came in with a heavy bag and she looked to be struggling with it, he first would help her with it, and then he would sit her down on their bed and give her a long and luxurious back massage all the way down from the base of her neck to her lower back. Jean would even sometimes, if she really got into the massage, arch her back and let him really work her sore muscles. Most of their massages were followed by and extended period of lovemaking, where the massages sometimes even continued, just in different contexts.

Scott was smiling at Jean right and rubbing her side. He wanted more, but he wouldn't be getting it, not right now at least. At that moment, the phone rang, and since Jean just happen to be on the side of the bed that it was on, she reached over for it and picked it up off the cradle.

"Hello?"

"Jean, dear, I'm a glad I got you."

"Hold on, Mom, I've got it." Jean said into the phone when she heard another line pick up. She heard it click off then continued. "Sorry. What is it, mother?"

"I've been trying to call you on your cell phone for an hour now, why haven't you answered?"

"Sorry, I have it on silent right now, I don't feel well."

"Well, you didn't look so well this afternoon. Are you coming down with something, because if you are-"

Jean took the phone away from her ear and began to imitate her mother, opening and closing her mouth as she opened and closed a fist with her fingertips.

"Blah, blah, blah..." Scott murmured. Jean laughed quietly and covered her mouth then put her finger to her lips and told Scott to shush.

"What's wrong, Jean? What's going on?"

"Sorry, Mom, that was Scott."

"Scott? Oh, yes, him."

"Yes, him, Mom, my fiancé. Right, the man I'm marrying in three months. Look, I have limited time right now, what have you been trying to get a hold of me for?" Jean was silent for a few minutes as she listened to her mother and had to muffle a few laughs as Scott made faces every time Jean rolled her eyes. "Ok, is that all? All right, we'll see you tomorrow and I'll bring my books. Bye, Mom."

Jean hung up before her mother could answer and turned her phone off. She turned back to Scott and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer and running her hands down his back until they rested firmly on his ass. Scott shuddered in excitement. She squeezed him and kissed him then leaned over to whisper into his ear, "Now, where were we?" Scott smirked at her, and pulled her beneath the sheets with him.

Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of this sequel. I know the last few lines are a little graphic, but I know some of you will like them. REVIEW PLEASE!! THANK YOU!!

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