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Who Said I Was Pregnant
It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon at the Xavier institute, and all the students were enjoying their first day of summer recess, all doing their own thing. Most, maybe all, were in the pool, playing with an inflated beach ball, splashing each other, or just floating around on inflated beds. Others were playing ball in the field, or playing tennis, or basketball.
But only two, out of the 25 inhabitants that lived in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, were lounging lazily on the lake in a wooden rowboat.
Jean had thrown on her knew white and red polka dot bikini and was laying with her head back against the bow, letting the sunshine warm her skin and tan it. She squinted in the light as she watched her boyfriend row them toward the center of the lake. She smiled at him and sat up.
"Scott, don't you think we're far enough out?"
Scott looked at her and smiled in return. He was shirtless in his bathing trunks, the drawstring loose. He had put on a slimmer pair of shades, but brought his goggles with him, just in case. Jean sighed when he didn't answer and reached into the cooler they had brought with them and pulled out a water bottle.
She took a long sip and then handed it to Scott who also took a long sip and then returned to rowing. "Good exercise." He finally said a minute later.
"You're muscles are big enough." Jean said running her hands up his thighs. Scott stopped rowing for a moment and watched her. Normally, the action would arouse him, but he wasn't in that mood right now. He and Jean had slept together only once before, on their prom night. That had been five weeks ago, and they hadn't since. They had already been going out for six months prior.
"And so is your ego." Jean continued as she removed two apples from the cooler and tossed one to Scott. "But I'm sure your vitamin and mineral count isn't."
"And yours is." Scott said pulling the rows up into the boat. He bit into the apple, it was crunchy and juicy, a perfect contrast to the heat. Jean watched him with a sly smile.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Because I'm starting a new health program."
"Jean, you don't need to go on a diet. You're fucking skinny as hell."
"Thank you, but did I say I was going on a diet?" "No, but every time you mention you're going on a new health program, that normally means you're attempting another diet."
"What are you saying? That all the other ones I've tried have failed? Are you saying I'm fat?" Jean leapt for him and he caught her, moving his hands up into her hair and pulling her down into a kiss. Jean moaned into his mouth, her hand moving down his body and pulling the drawstring free.
Scott moaned this time as her hand wormed inside his trunks and began stroking him. He reached for her hand to stop her, but she grabbed it and pinned it to the bottom of the boat. Scott started fighting against her, but that only made her go harder.
"Jean, stop..." he groaned parting from her mouth.
"I'm not even doing anything." Jean said. Both her hands were pinning down his. Scott was aroused without help. "Now I'm doing something." Jean whispered into his ear as her hand wormed back into his trunks. "Just relax, ok."
Scott nodded and reclined back in the boat, helping Jean to loosen his trunks further and then relaxing his body. Jean fished through the small bag she had brought with her and pulled out a bottle of mineral oil.
"You planned this, didn't you?"
"Yup. Lay still." Jean said. She reached behind her neck and untied the string then pulled Scott's trunks down, until they were just barely exposing him, showing just a hint of brown, curly hair. Jean folded his arms behind his head and pushed his body down further. She picked up the bottle of oil and squeezed some out. Then she rubbed it between her hands and began rubbing it on Scott's body.
He enjoyed it for the ten minutes that she did it and then pulled his trunks back up and pulled Jean down on top of him and they began kissing lazily in the sunlight for a while. It turned to making out and they had nearly gotten each other's bathing suits off before Jean felt a tingle in her mind. She shouldn't be doing this right now.
She pushed Scott off her. "That's enough of that." She said pulling their lunches out of the cooler. Scott took his, watching Jean fix her bathing suit.
"But you looked so good."
"Are you saying I don't now?"
"No. You always look good."
"Thanks." They ate their lunches over minimal conversations and a lot of jokes. After, Scott rubbed Jean down in more lotion so she wouldn't get burned and then they laid down side-by-side facing each other. Scott ran his fingers through her hair and leaned in to kiss her brow.
"Love you." He whispered.
"Love you, too." She responded. They began kissing softly and then Jean broke it once again. "You ever think about your future, Scott?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, why?"
"Ever think about kids?"
"Yes."
"When do you think you'll have kids, Scott?"
"After I get married, probably to you."
Jean laughed. "Yeah, probably." They were silent while they studied each other for a minute. "You really think you'll marry me, Scott?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I can't see myself with any other woman. I love you too much, Jean Grey. You're the only one in the world for me. And me for you." Jean smiled. "I have a question for you now."
"Shoot."
"Are you...pregnant?"
"What?"
"Are you?"
"Why are you asking me this, Scott?" Jean said sitting up.
"Just your sudden topic switch. It was so random, and yet, with all the TV I watch, when a woman normally switches to that topic, she's about to tell the guy that she's pregnant."
"Do you think I'm pregnant? Did someone say something to you? Who said I was pregnant?"
"Jean, honey, calm down. No one said you were pregnant, there's no need to yell and get pissy."
"I'm sorry. I've been doing that a lot recently. I don't know where it's coming from."
"It's ok, it's ok. Jean, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Well, Scott, you said you watch a lot of TV, right?"
"Yeah."
"And did you notice that after the girl tells the guy that she's pregnant with his child, he splits, end of story."
"Yes, but do you think I would do that to you?"
"I don't know, would you?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because I'm pregnant with your child, Scott."
Author's Note: This is my first posting on Fanfiction, and I'm really nervous about it. I don't know whether to keep this as a single short story or to turn it into a multi-chapter one. I've written a bunch of other stories, but I didn't know whether to post them or not, I would rather like to wait and see how this one blows over first. Like I said, I'm really nervous about this. I hope you enjoyed my first posting. (
Who Said I Was Pregnant
It was a bright and sunny summer afternoon at the Xavier institute, and all the students were enjoying their first day of summer recess, all doing their own thing. Most, maybe all, were in the pool, playing with an inflated beach ball, splashing each other, or just floating around on inflated beds. Others were playing ball in the field, or playing tennis, or basketball.
But only two, out of the 25 inhabitants that lived in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, were lounging lazily on the lake in a wooden rowboat.
Jean had thrown on her knew white and red polka dot bikini and was laying with her head back against the bow, letting the sunshine warm her skin and tan it. She squinted in the light as she watched her boyfriend row them toward the center of the lake. She smiled at him and sat up.
"Scott, don't you think we're far enough out?"
Scott looked at her and smiled in return. He was shirtless in his bathing trunks, the drawstring loose. He had put on a slimmer pair of shades, but brought his goggles with him, just in case. Jean sighed when he didn't answer and reached into the cooler they had brought with them and pulled out a water bottle.
She took a long sip and then handed it to Scott who also took a long sip and then returned to rowing. "Good exercise." He finally said a minute later.
"You're muscles are big enough." Jean said running her hands up his thighs. Scott stopped rowing for a moment and watched her. Normally, the action would arouse him, but he wasn't in that mood right now. He and Jean had slept together only once before, on their prom night. That had been five weeks ago, and they hadn't since. They had already been going out for six months prior.
"And so is your ego." Jean continued as she removed two apples from the cooler and tossed one to Scott. "But I'm sure your vitamin and mineral count isn't."
"And yours is." Scott said pulling the rows up into the boat. He bit into the apple, it was crunchy and juicy, a perfect contrast to the heat. Jean watched him with a sly smile.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Because I'm starting a new health program."
"Jean, you don't need to go on a diet. You're fucking skinny as hell."
"Thank you, but did I say I was going on a diet?" "No, but every time you mention you're going on a new health program, that normally means you're attempting another diet."
"What are you saying? That all the other ones I've tried have failed? Are you saying I'm fat?" Jean leapt for him and he caught her, moving his hands up into her hair and pulling her down into a kiss. Jean moaned into his mouth, her hand moving down his body and pulling the drawstring free.
Scott moaned this time as her hand wormed inside his trunks and began stroking him. He reached for her hand to stop her, but she grabbed it and pinned it to the bottom of the boat. Scott started fighting against her, but that only made her go harder.
"Jean, stop..." he groaned parting from her mouth.
"I'm not even doing anything." Jean said. Both her hands were pinning down his. Scott was aroused without help. "Now I'm doing something." Jean whispered into his ear as her hand wormed back into his trunks. "Just relax, ok."
Scott nodded and reclined back in the boat, helping Jean to loosen his trunks further and then relaxing his body. Jean fished through the small bag she had brought with her and pulled out a bottle of mineral oil.
"You planned this, didn't you?"
"Yup. Lay still." Jean said. She reached behind her neck and untied the string then pulled Scott's trunks down, until they were just barely exposing him, showing just a hint of brown, curly hair. Jean folded his arms behind his head and pushed his body down further. She picked up the bottle of oil and squeezed some out. Then she rubbed it between her hands and began rubbing it on Scott's body.
He enjoyed it for the ten minutes that she did it and then pulled his trunks back up and pulled Jean down on top of him and they began kissing lazily in the sunlight for a while. It turned to making out and they had nearly gotten each other's bathing suits off before Jean felt a tingle in her mind. She shouldn't be doing this right now.
She pushed Scott off her. "That's enough of that." She said pulling their lunches out of the cooler. Scott took his, watching Jean fix her bathing suit.
"But you looked so good."
"Are you saying I don't now?"
"No. You always look good."
"Thanks." They ate their lunches over minimal conversations and a lot of jokes. After, Scott rubbed Jean down in more lotion so she wouldn't get burned and then they laid down side-by-side facing each other. Scott ran his fingers through her hair and leaned in to kiss her brow.
"Love you." He whispered.
"Love you, too." She responded. They began kissing softly and then Jean broke it once again. "You ever think about your future, Scott?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, why?"
"Ever think about kids?"
"Yes."
"When do you think you'll have kids, Scott?"
"After I get married, probably to you."
Jean laughed. "Yeah, probably." They were silent while they studied each other for a minute. "You really think you'll marry me, Scott?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Because I can't see myself with any other woman. I love you too much, Jean Grey. You're the only one in the world for me. And me for you." Jean smiled. "I have a question for you now."
"Shoot."
"Are you...pregnant?"
"What?"
"Are you?"
"Why are you asking me this, Scott?" Jean said sitting up.
"Just your sudden topic switch. It was so random, and yet, with all the TV I watch, when a woman normally switches to that topic, she's about to tell the guy that she's pregnant."
"Do you think I'm pregnant? Did someone say something to you? Who said I was pregnant?"
"Jean, honey, calm down. No one said you were pregnant, there's no need to yell and get pissy."
"I'm sorry. I've been doing that a lot recently. I don't know where it's coming from."
"It's ok, it's ok. Jean, is there something you want to tell me?"
"Well, Scott, you said you watch a lot of TV, right?"
"Yeah."
"And did you notice that after the girl tells the guy that she's pregnant with his child, he splits, end of story."
"Yes, but do you think I would do that to you?"
"I don't know, would you?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because I'm pregnant with your child, Scott."
Author's Note: This is my first posting on Fanfiction, and I'm really nervous about it. I don't know whether to keep this as a single short story or to turn it into a multi-chapter one. I've written a bunch of other stories, but I didn't know whether to post them or not, I would rather like to wait and see how this one blows over first. Like I said, I'm really nervous about this. I hope you enjoyed my first posting. (