Jean was awake and she wasn't happy. Since she'd come back to life, she'd gone out of her way to not make things awkward with Scott about him shacking up with Emma but as she'd walked down the corridor, she'd heard some of their little games and jealousy had heated up in her blood. Scott had never been so... liberated with her. She wanted some of that action but she wasn't the type of girl to break up couples just to satisfy a need. Logan was off with Domino hunting the Hand so he was out of the picture, but she had another idea...

Alex Summers had fallen out with his brother not too long ago. Spending most of his time with the Avengers now after Polaris had defected to the Brotherhood. He was moving permanently to Avengers mansion but was still in the process of clearing out his stuff. She was the closest Jean could get to Scott, it was likely to spite Scott and he was damn attractive anyway. She knocked tentatively on his door.

Alex turned to look at her and was clearly surprised by her appearance. "Jean," he nodded respectfully. Jean smirked. Since her rebirth she had had to strip all affiliation with the Phoenix force, now she wore what was really little more than a black leather sports bra accompanied by a yellow necklace with an X on it. Then there were the yellow gloves and boots and her personal favourite accessory – the skirt. The skirt was yellow and an exact copy of the one she wore back as Marvel Girl, nothing like a bit of nostalgia. The men didn't complain at the leg view it gave them either: She'd been a lot shorter as Marvel Girl so the skirt didn't really help to cover up much. The black rubbery belt stood out against the yellow and Havok's eyes were irresistibly drawn to it every time he saw her. He quickly drew his eyes away and back up to her smirking face.

Jean had been reading his mind as he had looked her over and was relieved that at least some-one still noticed her. "Just came to say goodbye," she explained. "Looks like you're the only one..." he muttered. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to be grumpy. Thanks for coming Jean." Jean laughed stepping towards him with a laugh. "You're more fun to be around now than your brother." Havok smiled at that remark.

His costume had remained relatively unchanged over the years. It was black leathery fabric with white energy lines running down it, all meeting to form an X in the centre of his chest. His mask however was no more and had been replaced by a more simple design that simply coated the back of his head and his cheeks then met on his forehead, leaving his face open and his hair free. His hair was longer than when Jean had first met him but had still kept its sandy blond colour. She had always had a thing for his hair, the way it seemed to glisten in the sun some mornings.

"I heard about Lorna," she said breaking the silence. Havok nodded, "It doesn't matter, I've had 4 months and I'm over her. Everyone thinks I'm not but I am. To be honest, I'm on the look-out for a different girl but no one seems to be able to look at me without remembering her." Jean smiled warmly and stepped forwards so their faces were nearly together. "Well, you have one advantage over Scott: you're more spontaneous. Us girls like that..."

Alex didn't need any further encouragement and grabbed her face pressing his lips against hers. Jean met his kiss with equal passion. She'd come just for a bit of fun but now found herself desiring more: could it be she'd managed to fall in love all over again? Alex's hand ran up her leg, resting on her thigh. He'd always been amazed at how smooth her legs had looked and had wanted a feel for quite some time. Jean didn't need to be a mind reader to know what Alex wanted, and she was prepared to give him it.

She pressed herself into his arms, wrapping one of her legs around his waist then pushing him down towards his bed. "Fancy using your bunk one last time?" Havok's eyes widened for a second then grinned. "I can think of nothing I'd like better." Jean laughed, "We both know that one's not true. There's plenty you'd like better..." Alex raised an eyebrow, "You read my mind?" Jean smirked. "Little bit."

Alex's hands were still on her legs, intoxicated by their silky smooth sensation. He worked his fingers up and down her thighs and Jean moaned out, clearly enjoying this. She couldn't control herself any longer as she ripped off his costume down to his boxers. Alex then pinned her down to the bed. He was going to take his time stripping her.

First off was the belt which he had been eyeing earlier. It was quickly flung aside. Then he tugged off her gloves then her boots. He licked his tongue along her toes then up her right leg as she squirmed and groaned beneath him. She tasted good, almost salty. Now he took a good moment to look her over once more before sliding down her skirt to reveal all of those beautiful legs he'd gained an obsession with in these last few moments. The bulge in his underwear was noticeable as he unclipped her necklace and slid off the top of her costume. She was now clad in just her pink lacy bra and knickers. "Looking fine," he smirked, savouring her visage with his eyes. "You're in pretty good shape too..." Jean responded, running her hands along his chest and stroking his nipples.

Alex untied her bra and let it drop. Jean's boobs were small and modest unlike Emma's, a fact she was aware of and a little sensitive about. Alex wasn't complaining though, they were firm enough to make up for their size, besides he found big breasts tended to turn him off: he imagined they got in the way during sex a lot. Jean was the perfect woman for him: perfect breasts, perfect legs, just one area left to check. His smile widened at the thought. Jean laughed, listening in on his mind, "Get on with it..." Alex didn't take a second longer as he whipped off her panties. He had to stop himself from drooling as he saw her pussy. Her ass was also a good sight: it was small, firm and tight. Small enough it seemed to blend into her legs which only added to her perfection. In fact, she was a generally very small and petite woman, but Alex wasn't a big man and they seemed a natural fit.

Jean ran her hand along his boxers now, the bulge enlarged further. This time Alex let out a groan. Jean had spent the time in which her clothes had been removed admiring his physique and now she wanted to see the rest of it. She pulled off his underwear excitedly and admired the cock that stood revealed. She had wanted to see whether it was larger or smaller than Scott's but in truth they were very much the same. In fact it was much clearer from their naked bodies that they were brothers.

"What do you want?" she asked suddenly. Havok went to answer but she pressed a finger to his lips. "It's alright, I read your mind..." she said, "in the absence of the ice cream needed for your first thought, I'll go for option 2" she grinned. While covering herself in ice cream did have a strange appeal to it she was in the mood for a blowjob now. Alex tensed up as her moist lips pressed against the head of his cock. The only girl he'd ever been with like this before was Lorna, and she'd never done the good stuff for him: it had always been about the passion of normal sex, he was anxious for more from Jean and oral sex was a very good place to start.

Jean started to suck, softly and gently at first but quickly speeding up. She'd mastered her technique years ago and was confident she could give Alex quite an experience. Alex had never felt anything like this before, the burning passion fuelled by the calm experienced actions of Jean. He wanted her bad. He started to thrust into her mouth gently, but when Jean's right hand started to work his shaft and her left gripped his butt tightly he lost control and started to thrust faster. He pounded her into the bed hard as she worked his dick diligently. He realised he was about to cum and Jean pushed his dick out of her mouth with her tongue. She quickly pressed her breasts around his dick and he exploded. The cum splattered across her breasts and over her face, particularly her chin. "Not a bad start, eh?" she joked. Alex didn't bother to say anything; he knew she was reading his mind anyway.

Jean pushed him off her and stood up. She took a moment to catch her breath, wiping the cum off her face, then she grabbed her skirt. She pulled it up her legs slowly, as Alex's eyes devoured her legs once more, then she lay back down. "Go on then," she encouraged, "Fuck me like a schoolgirl." Alex grinned, "Wasn't sure you'd go for that one," he admitted. "Of all the things you've thought of doing to me since we first met, there were only 3 I wouldn't do and one of them was physically impossible." Jean told him, Alex laughed, "So the ice cream's still fair game then?" Jean rolled her eyes then shut them, her brow furrowing. Alex looked at her confused then the door clicked open and a tub of ice cream floated through. "Telekinesis is a wonderful thing," she said opening her eyes. "Schoolgirl with ice cream, I'm in heaven," he responded.

He removed the lid to find the ice cream soft and melted, then he scooped it out with his hands and started to smearing it over her body, starting, of course, with her legs. Jean meanwhile reached into the top drawer of his closet and pulled out a pair of handcuffs that she'd located when searching through Alex's mind. She wrapped her arms around the bed posts of Alex's bunk, the bottom bunk, (the top bunk was currently unused) and clicked the handcuffs around her wrists, binding her to the bed. Alex grinned, he had reached her feet. She couldn't stop the laughter as he rubbed the ice cream into her feet; she'd always been ticklish there. Then he worked up her body. He took particular pleasure in massaging it into her vagina. Soon she was covered from neck to toe in the creamy vanilla mess. He finished off by dumping the remainder onto her cheeks and rubbing it around her face. He avoided her nostrils and lips so as not to block any airways but showed no mercy to her eyes. Once he was finished he looked down at his master piece with a surprising sense of pride.

Finally he straddled her and started to rub his messy hands on his penis, masturbating on top of her. He groaned as he worked his dick, then, happy that his dick was covered he looked down at Jean again. "Lubrication," he explained with a wink. Before she could respond he thrust down into her vagina. She nearly screamed. Her skin was only just getting used to the chilly coolness of the ice cream and she hadn't been in his mind at that moment so she hadn't seen the thrust coming and she defiantly hadn't been prepared for the cold wet ice cream to be pushed further into her pussy.

He pounded into her furiously, the arousal of seeing all his greatest fantasies played out as one had tripled his anticipation and he had lost all control now. All he knew was he needed her. Jean stayed out of his mind now, she just wanted to experience this moment as herself. She'd never had this kind of thrill with Scott and she intended to savour this moment for as long as possible. He thrust in and out, in and out, in and out: his penis just slightly too big for her tight vagina. She bit her lip but still couldn't stop herself from calling out in a mixture of pleasure and pain that even with her sexual experience she hadn't got used to. The advantage of her rebirth was that her body was fresh and new, it was like first sex all over again. "Oh God..." she repeated over and over as he fucked her. She had been a religious girl when she was younger, attending church every Sunday and saying a prayer before she went to sleep every night, but God had not been a thing she had thought of much since she discovered she was a mutant. She had never really found her way back to religion but she knew if there was a God, then he must have been pleased with her to reward her like this.

Alex showed no signs of stopping, or even slowing. In fact he was picking up the past as he screwed her as fast as he could. Her hands were subconsciously struggling against the handcuffs, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, her skin was cold and slippery due to the ice cream and she was breathing uncontrollably. With every breath, her breasts moved up and down on her chest, with every thrust he slid against her body, and every time his hands brushed against her legs his mind was overwhelmed. One hand grabbed her left breast, working it up and down, which she seemed to enjoy; the other gripped her right leg rightly and pressed it up against him even harder.

Slowly but surely he started to slow, reaching his climax. He took the opportunity to give her a last feel up before he came to a finish. He hands started with those perfect legs, massaging her calves and thighs before gripping her butt tightly, squeezing in as hard as he could until she groaned out his name. Then he encircled her breasts before grabbing them tightly, working them up and down for a bit. Then he let his hands roam around her neck and up her arms. He hadn't realised how strong she must have been until now. Her arms were well toned with a thin tan and small but firm muscles. He then let his hands drop back down to her thighs as he started to cum.

Jean groaned out also giving into orgasm. Her hands curled into his hair that she loved so much, gripping it firmly and tightly as they exploded. She let out a shriek as they finished but Alex silenced her with a kiss. Then he rolled over to lie next to her, both breathing heavily. "You look good covered in ice cream. You should do that more often. Jean used her mind to unlock the handcuffs and rubbed her wrists. "Well, I hear they have a very big freezer at the Avengers mansion." Alex looked at her for a moment then sucked up the courage to ask her. "Jean... will you come with me?" Jean looked back at him, "If you're that good in bed, then I just might..."