Author: EnterStealth
Plot: Jean doesn't read Scott's mind. Maybe she should. He's terribly romantic.
Disclaimer: Story idea is mine. Characters and situations mentioned are not.
He Knows What Girls Like
*Scott looks so pensive,* Jean sighed, staring at her husband with stars in her eyes like a thirteen-year-old with a crush. *I wonder what he's thinking about…*
Scott stared hard at the little yellow bird flitting around a low branch of his favorite oak tree. *I know what species that is,* he thought angrily. *I own Songbirds of North America: The Complete Guide to Birdwatching North of Guatemala.* His brow furrowed. *You'd think getting presents from a guy who can read minds would be pretty awesome, but that has to be the worst eighteenth birthday present ever.*
He shook his head and rested his chin in his palm, his eyes glazing over slightly as he tried to think. *Maybe it's an oriole. What does an oriole look like? I like baseball so I should know this. It's… Ugh.* His jaw tightened. *I wish Baltimore was more interesting so I could… Wait, what was that movie I like that's set in Baltimore? That was a really good movie. What was it called?*
A small smile flicked across his lips, softening the hard lines of his face. *I remember Hank and I discussing a road trip once where we'd visit all our favorite movie locations and act out scenes. We never did that. Why didn't…?* The memory hit him suddenly and he sighed. *Oh, that's right. Professor Xavier yelled at us because we were in the middle of a mission at the time. I think that's the only time I've ever been yelled at during a mission… No, wait, there was that one time when Jean and I—*
His internal musings were interrupted by Jean hugging him from behind, kissing his cheek before murmuring in his ear, "What were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about some of our previous missions," Scott answered truthfully, and was rewarded by Jean's understanding and impressed 'mmmm'. "But then I started thinking about you."
Jean kissed him soundly. "You're so sweet."
*Hairspray!* Scott thought.
***
P.S. I'm sure Baltimore is a nice city.
P.P.S. It was a goldfinch.
