Between Bedroom and Kitchen
By Unanon unanon@yahoo.com
Summary: AU, Scott deals with Jean's return after she had an affair with Logan Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. Archive: Anyone who asks.
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Make up sex was always Jean's favorite. It always left her thoroughly contented and completely exhausted. She was sleeping now, sweat drying on her body, flame colored hair flowing lava-like over the edge of the bed, playing across her languid shoulders and down her torso. I absently fiddled with a lock of molten flame lifting it to my lips, my nose, tickling my cheek with it before flicking it away. "She's even smiling." I thought. "Shouldn't I be happy about that?" I rolled away from her quietly and sat on the edge of their bed, tightlipped, running my hand absently through my hair. "You'd think I would at least be happy about that..."
A few careful, clean movements later and I was off the bed, clad in sweatpants, and padding barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen. The knot between my shoulder blades seemed to ease with each step away from Jean, a fact that made me miserable. "Why should it?" I scolded myself. "She cheated on me, not the other way around." Still, my stomach seemed to writhe with guilt.
Or maybe I was just hungry.
I had to chuckle. It's strange the little personality kinks people take for granted. Jean and her lithe attractiveness, Logan and his arrogant masculinity...my utterly overwhelming self-confidence. Yes, self- confidence. I know everyone believes that because of my inability to control my optic blasts I have a distinct lack of self-confidence and that I merely overcompensate by playing the part of 'fearless leader' the team needs. Not true. After the initial trauma of my mutation, I embraced the fullness of my ego, adored it, cherished it like a lover. Having Jean at my side helped, I mean, what 17 year-old kid wouldn't be completely stoked at having the lust of a hot Med. student?
Doubt only showed up after Jean left. Now I can't even decide if I'm hungry or just upset.
She and Logan had been gone for over 8 months. God only knows where they went or what they did during that time. All I know is that Jean showed up alone one day, clutching a small suitcase and wearing a tentative smile. That was 2 months ago. We tip-toed around each other, avoiding the issue, playing our game until tonight.
My instincts had told me to be gentle with her, to remind her, to be everything for her that I imagined he couldn't be. But I wanted to prove I was better. In all respects.
Part of me also wanted to punish her, to make her pay for the hurt she inflicted on me, for the doubt she placed in my mind.
My gut tightened again and I paused to lean against the cool wood paneling. It was going to be hard, so hard for me to push this down, to isolate all my pain and injured pride. I've made the decision to take her back; I can't renege now. It wouldn't be good for the team, for my position as leader...for anything. I slid down the wall to the floor, trailing my fingers along the grain. I'll probably even have to let Wolverine on the team if he ever comes back.
The pads of my fingers and toes gripped convulsively against the smooth surface of the hardwood floor as I hunkered in the shadow of Rogue's doorway, chin to knees. Maybe it would be the right thing for me to forgive Logan, to forgive Jean. Maybe I would.
Maybe I would just get some damn ice cream.
~fin~
Summary: AU, Scott deals with Jean's return after she had an affair with Logan Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Marvel owns everything. Archive: Anyone who asks.
~~~~~
Make up sex was always Jean's favorite. It always left her thoroughly contented and completely exhausted. She was sleeping now, sweat drying on her body, flame colored hair flowing lava-like over the edge of the bed, playing across her languid shoulders and down her torso. I absently fiddled with a lock of molten flame lifting it to my lips, my nose, tickling my cheek with it before flicking it away. "She's even smiling." I thought. "Shouldn't I be happy about that?" I rolled away from her quietly and sat on the edge of their bed, tightlipped, running my hand absently through my hair. "You'd think I would at least be happy about that..."
A few careful, clean movements later and I was off the bed, clad in sweatpants, and padding barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen. The knot between my shoulder blades seemed to ease with each step away from Jean, a fact that made me miserable. "Why should it?" I scolded myself. "She cheated on me, not the other way around." Still, my stomach seemed to writhe with guilt.
Or maybe I was just hungry.
I had to chuckle. It's strange the little personality kinks people take for granted. Jean and her lithe attractiveness, Logan and his arrogant masculinity...my utterly overwhelming self-confidence. Yes, self- confidence. I know everyone believes that because of my inability to control my optic blasts I have a distinct lack of self-confidence and that I merely overcompensate by playing the part of 'fearless leader' the team needs. Not true. After the initial trauma of my mutation, I embraced the fullness of my ego, adored it, cherished it like a lover. Having Jean at my side helped, I mean, what 17 year-old kid wouldn't be completely stoked at having the lust of a hot Med. student?
Doubt only showed up after Jean left. Now I can't even decide if I'm hungry or just upset.
She and Logan had been gone for over 8 months. God only knows where they went or what they did during that time. All I know is that Jean showed up alone one day, clutching a small suitcase and wearing a tentative smile. That was 2 months ago. We tip-toed around each other, avoiding the issue, playing our game until tonight.
My instincts had told me to be gentle with her, to remind her, to be everything for her that I imagined he couldn't be. But I wanted to prove I was better. In all respects.
Part of me also wanted to punish her, to make her pay for the hurt she inflicted on me, for the doubt she placed in my mind.
My gut tightened again and I paused to lean against the cool wood paneling. It was going to be hard, so hard for me to push this down, to isolate all my pain and injured pride. I've made the decision to take her back; I can't renege now. It wouldn't be good for the team, for my position as leader...for anything. I slid down the wall to the floor, trailing my fingers along the grain. I'll probably even have to let Wolverine on the team if he ever comes back.
The pads of my fingers and toes gripped convulsively against the smooth surface of the hardwood floor as I hunkered in the shadow of Rogue's doorway, chin to knees. Maybe it would be the right thing for me to forgive Logan, to forgive Jean. Maybe I would.
Maybe I would just get some damn ice cream.
~fin~