Romantic entanglements at Xavier's were like a comet, hot and liable to create a large crater in the Earth when it reached its end.
Betsy was in love with love, Storm thought it was a nice idea with the right person, and Jean thought it wasn't worth it. Not that she was cold or had been badly burned in the past. She suffered plenty of crushes and a few short courtships, but relationships were something she didn't find herself in for very long, if at all. She had long decided that if her life consisted of the team and her close family of friends, it wasn't an empty life in the slightest.
"Look who it is," Storm grinned, looking at something she found very easy on the eyes.
"Is it Kurt sunbathing again," Jean teased.
"Nope. Better."
"He's not going European on us again," Betsy scrambled to the window.
Kurt in Speedos caused a major window licking session.
"It is better," Betsy followed the subject intent on her own lascivious ideas.
"End my suffering, who is it?"
Betsy and Storm had identical expressions of michevous glee. "Logan's back."
Xavier's renegade, Canadian James Dean, badboy Mutant, the titles were varied and all accurate. The man's name was more than an instant reputation, it was practically legend. On the last visit to Xavier's, Charles quickly found him a new assignment to head out on, being that most of the female staff was in a constant state of twitterpation. It was the fact that he flirted with every woman, and didn't pick any of them that was a problem. Mature, independent, kick ass women became piteous, lovesick teenagers in his wake. Even Jean had flirted with him a time or two, but she did not find the fervor of him catching.
It was funny to see sensible women go berserk over him, though.
"We can count on things being much more exciting for the next few weeks," Jean had found her way over to the window, the trio of women turning away laughing when he looked right up at them.
