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Night Imaginings.

"Augh!" I hear myself exclaim as I shoot upright in my bed. I should have known this was nothing but a dream. Emma would never agree to have dinner at Jean's house, and Jean would never flirt with me. These night terrors are taking its toll on me! They've got me holding my head, and hoping Emma doesn't notice how wet my side of the bed is.

I can't get her out of my head! Not because Jean is a telepath, but because every inch of her fills me with desire. That light from the desk illuminated her so well, I could have sworn I was there, the feel of her body was so real, I'll need to wash the sheets when Emma leaves in the morning. I can still smell Jeans favorite perfume filling my nose, If she's wearing it tomorrow, I don't know how I'm going to even look at her tomorrow, Today, by the clocks faint yellow light.

I need to get my wits back about me. Logan already knows what just being around his wife does to me, and he lets me know it too. He's not altogether too angry with me, though. She has an effect on every man. What she does to me is worse, because I had her and I'm privy to the elite knowledge of what I let go. She makes me sweat. She makes my mouth go dry and drool at the same time. I get rock hard just watching her walk into a room, and soaking wet seeing her walk away and now, she's invaded my dreams, the only time I had away from her.

Worse, I don't think she knows she's doing this to me. Emma does though and she knows I like it. She's furious that I want it, I crave it and I just might get it. She's completely outraged how much of Jean I remember, despite her attempts to get me to forget. All the positions, toys and flavored jellies can't make up for sexual innocence and matching upholstery. The fire Jean lights in my belly is so intense; no amount of cold showering extinguishes it. I love my wife, I know this, but what I feel for Jean is lust. Lust feels so much better than love.

"I need to go shower." I tell my wife who has rolled over to see why I'm awake.

"Scott, It's four A.M.!" She snips back at me exaxperated. "You keep this up, and I'll divorce you!"

Eight A.M.

"What are you doing here so early?" I ask as Jean walks by me, carrying her signature cup with the big, red X on it.

"Teaching my class." She tells me as she raises an eyebrow at me. "And you asked me to check on the student kitchen and make a list of needed items. I've been here since five."

"Oh. I had forgotten. What's the damage?" I ask her as that delicate mix of raspberry and musk fills my nostrils. She's got my head reeling and then, I notice she's trying not to look at me. I've got a teenage boy's problem and she's being polite. I'm just trying not to look at that black turtle neck sweater she has on.

"At least three-hundred in food, some dishes and a new garbage disposal." She tells me grimacing. Her hair is pulled back. How I'd love to use that as a handle as she…

"Scott?" She looks at me with those big, green eyes. "You shouldn't think like that. Logan and I do share a link, and I don't think he'd like that."

"Then he shouldn't like this very much at all." I say in hushes tones as I grab her hair and pull her neck to my lips and slip one hand under the warm cotton of her sweater and the hot, silky fabric of her bra. The heat of her skin is searing holes into my moist tongue as my teeth mark her as mine. Her moans fill my ears and fuel my primal urges, and then, a toilet flushes. I fell asleep in the shower and the alternating ice- cold water and boiling hot swirls hit my body. It's only four- twenty five.

"What did you do that for?!" I yelp as I leap out of the shower.

"You know why. Would you like to know what she's doing right now?" Emma asks me in malice. "She's doing the same thing you're doing, but with her new husband and it has nothing to do with you."

"Shut up." I tell her. "Besides, it's not like you've never thought of Logan that way."

"Logan?" She sniffs. "He's beneath me." And she walks out the room. "Jean should be over at the mansion doing the inventory you asked for in about a half hour. You said you'd help, but I think I'll go instead."

"That's not necessary Emma. I can behave myself, besides, you need to get the kids ready for school, remember? It's easy, pour them some cereal, put some milk on it and ask Meg if you need help." I snap back at her.

"Why you arrogant…" She screams back at me, throwing our pillows at me but I don't hear the rest of her rampage. I get dressed and leave for work as our youngest son wakes up crying from all the fuss Emma raises.

"How many cups can these teenagers break?" I ask myself as I count the missing. Jean arrives five minutes after me and I try to banish the thought from my head what she was doing a half hour ago.

"How many did we break here as teenagers?" Jean asks. "The only one to survive is the one I still use, and that's fast getting in poor condition."

She's trying to lighten the mood, she must have picked up on the fight Emma and I had. Right now, I'd love any other company, even Bobby, who'd be juggling the left over dishes instead of helping me count. I'm trying not to notice how smartly dressed she is, how her button down, striped shirt accentuates her well -formed bust nor how her denim, ankle length skirt forms so well to her rear, without spilling any of its secrets.

"Whose job was it to wash dishes last night?" She sighs as she picks through the sink.

"The one that looks like a bird." I tell her off handed.

"That's not too nice to say." She wrinkles her nose at me. "Don't write him up just yet. He's in the infirmary. I'll just do them so that we don't add "Spray for bugs" to our list." She tells me as she dons an apron and gets to work. She rolls up her sleeves to show her pale, freckled forearm. I know those freckles are everywhere and I try to not think about it. "Hmnn. Looks like the garbage disposal's broken."

"Didn't you already tell me that?" I ask her confused.

"No. I don't think so?" She looks at me confused. "Deja Vou?"

"Must be." We get through the list without any problem and Jean takes the list as she's permanently assigned purchasing the replacements after Emma bought a four-hundred dollar set of china and Bobby bought nothing but junk food.

"Who's in charge of the student meal tonight?" I ask as we round up our duty, trying to ignore the intense amount of electricity filling the room and finding a home traveling my spine.

"There are only twenty students staying over fall break. Maybe we could have one last cook out?" Jean suggests. "We do have that overstock of beef that was accidentally ordered."

"That's right! I ordered enough for the hundred students on enrollment, and there's only twenty for the next two weeks." I love it when we just banter. We talked like this while we were married, we talked like this after we divorced and I left her for Emma. Sometimes I forget that she's not still Mrs. Summers. "Logan must be in charge of that tonight?" I'm jealous of that little runt.

"That's right. I love the man, but student helpers aren't his thing. The girls keep getting crushes on him, he'd probably just want to take care of the grilling on his own, or recruit me into helping." She laughs as I can't keep my eyes of her moist, smooth lips. I wonder if she still uses that flavored lip balm I'm so fond of.

"So I'll notify the student kitchen help that they only have dishes to do tonight?" There's just something in the way she moves. When I look at her, I feel as though I'm a cat on the hunt. I'm hungry for the feel of natural flesh and not silicon. The feel just isn't the same. Sometimes, I try to forget that Emma's not everything I thought she was when we married, but Jean hasn't changed in the slightest. Maybe what I'm craving is comfort, or maybe I really am a bastard because I know all I want is her.

"You are the head dean, Scott. That's really up to you, I just teach home Ec and math." She laughs at me. She knows I still consult her over every happening in the school, much to Emma's dismay, and Jean, to her credit, tries to lessen that. Some old habits just die hard.

She pulls out her tube of lip balm, and I don't know what holiday spice tastes like, but I want it. I want to be it, rolling over those plump lips. I want to taste her on my tongue and I think she knows it.

"It's so dry in here!" She exclaims. "And hot, the thermostat must be up too high. I wish the students wouldn't play with things they know they shouldn't."

"That holds true for all of us." I think as she turns around to fix the temperature. I'm fighting the urge to go and wrap my arms around her tiny waist and bury my face into that hair as I've done so many times before, but Logan beats me to it, and gives me a "You lose" dirty look.

"I'm going to need to splash some serious cold water on my face!" I think to myself as my blood boils over. Thankfully, Emma walks into the room carrying little Alex.

"Logan! How good to see you!" She exclaims in that falsely sincere tone of voice. She's wearing a tight little number that would turn a gay mans head. And I mean that in the kindest sense possible. Even Logan has to stare and salivate. "The other children are well on their way to school, Scott." She tells me in an icy tone. "Jean, will you add a few things onto the shopping list for me?" She asks as she glares hard at Jean and Logan, the blue of Emma's eyes catching the glint of her silvery blue top.

"Certainly." Jean calmly replies, trying not to leak even a drop of animosity towards the Head Mistress. "Just send a list over to my class. I've got to go, my students are waiting for me!" And Jean leaves, while the same deep feeling of desire pumps through my body she always leaves me with, and the thought of "So am I."

"Poor awkward creature." Emma says as she feigns pity. "Having to invent an exit. Shame, really, She could have come up with a better excuse."

"Emma," I try to diffuse the situation as I notice Logan getting red faced with anger. "It's five after eight, she does have students waiting."

"Take your son." She snaps at me. "And demerit her for being late. Logan, if you aren't occupied right now, I need your help with a few things in the gym. That is what you teach, correct?"

"Something like that." He cocks one eye in defiance at her. "What do you need help with? Deflating the balls?"

I can't help but snicker as Alex is pushed into my arms.

"Do you really want to get into this?" She shouts, tapping Logan on his chest. "He's been having dirty, disgusting and depraved thoughts about your wife!" She points to me.

"So what?" Logan retorts as he rolls his head to one side. "I'm having thoughts about you right now in that get-up. It's part of being an adult, and don't fight in front of kids. Messes them up, right Scotty?"

"Does Jean know that?" I ask genuinely concerned. Then, I notice that Jean's left her lip balm on the counter.

"I'm sure she does. She was married to you." Logan grins mischievously.

"I've got to have that balm." I think to myself, not letting Logan's insult sink in.

"Are you going to take that insubordination?" Emma shrieks at me.

"Why don't the two of you fix the ball problem."? I think aloud and distracted. "I'll take Alex for a walk around the school and keep him entertained. As I start to walk away.

"This isn't over Scott!" Emma fusses as she picks up the lip balm tube to throw at me. "Holiday Spice? What kind of foolish child wears this?"

"It's mine." Logan challenges her. "Whatcha gotta say now, Blondie?"

Emma walks away in a huff telling Logan to follow. "You take this back to Jeannie." Logan demands as he hands me the tube. "Just remember I saved your butt here and don't touch my wife." He warns.

As conceited as Emma is, I can almost hear their ensuing conversation as I walk down the hall to room 302. "Do you really find me attractive, or were you just trying to anger me?" She'd ask after shaking off being miffed. "That ain't a question a married man should answer." Logan would probably reply as he lights is hand rolled cigar, the kind that fits him best. "If you weren't married." Emma would fish for complements. A habit I find more repulsive that any other. "There ain't a man in his right mind who wouldn't." Logan would concede, just to get her off his back. She'd probably just lightly touch his arm, tell him something disappointing about me and start to cry just a little.

This is where I dream of Jean and I walking in. Logan just holding Emma, stroking that bottle blonde hair, Her moving her mouth over his, sharing that spicy cinnamon flavor she always tastes like. Just filling each other with burning lust. And Jean, emotionally fragile Jean only having my immediate arms to turn to; that and prayer as she buries her shame filled face into my shoulders. My hands caressing her sensual back as her salty tears wet my shirt. Oh! Just the smell of that sweet scent of hers, wafting to saturate our shared space as she warms my skin with her delicious melting heat would drive me crazy.

Emma would look up with that devilish glint in her eyes as she starts to moan Logan's name like the spiteful vixen she is. And I would walk Jean away with my arms around her cooing soothing words.

This would never happen though, and I know it. It's just a childish fantasy, sort of what I used to do when I was a young man, always thinking of the "What If" situation. What I would do if I had to be a hero. Now that I've saved the world at least a dozen times, it's so silly, really, and I realize that as I knock on the classroom door. The whole room is empty as I remember that class is outdoors today and I had forgotten that holiday wreaths were on the itinerary today with so many students gone.

I decide to see if I can see them from the room and instead see Logan walking across the basketball court, in his typical all male gait, with my wife pulling his right arm and pleading something behind him. The cool fall air threatening to blow his wide brimmed hat away as it swirls Emma's hair behind her seductively. I cannot hear what's going on, and I would go down and find out, if I hadn't had Alex cradled in my arms.

She looks flushed, and not because the outfit she has on isn't even appropriate for summer, let alone nearly Thanksgiving. He's stopped and turned towards her, and from the side, he looks pretty pissed as he grabs her wrist with one hand and shakes the other sternly at her. His face is red and I'm sure I saw spit as he shakes her off and heads to the mansion as she falls into a sobbing heap on the ground.

I gotta find what this one's about as I head downstairs to catch him. "What in the world was that about?" I question him as he walks past me angrily.

"I don't wanna talk about it, One-Eye." He growls as he heads to Jean's classroom.

"She's not in there." I remind him. "She and the students are looking for wreath material."

"Duh." He exclaims as he smacks himself in the head. "She's gotta be back soon, my class starts in a half hour and I ain't going back out there."

"What'd Emma do?" I chide him. "Break your last cigar?"

"I told ya, I don't wanna talk about it. Besides, let Emma tell you, I wash my hands of it." Logan tells me throwing his hands out to his sides. "I'll be at the gym, tell the student's we're playing dodge ball."

"Ouch!" I think as I pull a jacket on Alex. "Emma must have really done something for Logan to resort to watching kids pummel each other." That and I don't really even know how he's getting back to the gym going the direction he's headed. I sigh as I walk out to Emma's sobbing mass as Alex calls out for his mother. "Do you want to come inside, Honey?" I ask her out of concern and she weakly nods "Yes" and follows me inside.

"So, what happened, Baby?" I ask as I set Alex in his swing.

"You'll hate me." She blubbers over her hot tea. "I hate me."

"Try me." I'm already sure I know what happened as I hear students headed to their fate at gym class. I'm disgusted and disappointed. Why do all my wives have a thing for that short, smelly, ill-mannered thing?

"I told Logan that you and Jean are with each other." O.K. Not what I was expecting.

"And?" I ask her trying not to raise my voice.

"And I took my top off and snogged him, and worse." She tells me fast before stopping to catch her breath. Right now, I'm stunned, but what I heard next, I can't get out of my head.

"Please, Emma. Tell me you didn't do anything else." I plead with her. I don't want to hear anymore as I hear the unmistakable sounds of boots clicking down the hall and to the cafeteria. Rogue must be in charge of lunch.

"Focus, Scott." She tells me. "I've tried things a few times, ever since you started fantasizing about Jean, but we never let it go this far." I don't want to focus.

"He kept telling me it's wrong, but he never said stop." Emma sighs as she gets to the matter. "We got pretty heavy today, and when he said he couldn't do this to Jean, I unzipped his pants with my teeth. And I took him into my mouth and..."

"Stop, Emma. I don't even want to think right now!" I look at her with every cell in my body squirming. I got to get out of here.

"If it makes you feel better, he pushed me away!" She cries after me. "He only thought of that woman, he never even wanted me!"

"Just shut up." And I walk out and down the hall, right into Jean as I accidentally knock her drink all over her shirt. It had to be hot chocolate as the mingling scents of her perfume and the chocolate titillate my nose.

"It's O.K. She grimaces at me. "I've got more shirts at home. Or I can just rearrange the molecules and clean it now."

"I'll give you a ride." I offer. I know it's stupid when she can fly and be back before her drink even cools. Ohhhhh…. How I want to suck that sweetness out of her shirt. That was a dumb thing to do around a telepath.

"What?!" She stares at me in the "I cannot believe you thought that!" Look.

I take the chance before she takes it for me and I run, however I don't get far before I'm telekinetically slammed into the nearest wall. "I'm sorry!" I scream out, hoping help is around somewhere, and rather liking the rough attention.

"Shh!" She coos at me in that sultry tone that purrs through to my very essence. "It's alright, baby." She tells me as I gulp for air as her field presses heavy on my chest. "You don't think I know what Emma and Logan have been up to?" I love the way she looks at me with half hooded eyes, her movements so fluid and deliberate. "You think I'm too naive to see how you look at me?" She tilts her chin and ever so gently, grazes my mouth with her provocative lips and my chin with her pearly white teeth. "I do know." She whispers so softly against my ear, making me sweat.

I'm fighting so hard to resist kissing her back, the cocoa on her breath smelling so sweet and desirable. I'm so hard right now, I'm glad I'm wearing boxers. Then, she drops me, leaving me gasping and stunned. "Too bad, Scotty." She says as the room gains some light back. "You left me for that, and you're never getting anywhere near having me back again. Get over yourself." She leaves and looks back at me. "You made your choice, and I've made mine."

I can't help myself as I follow her to her classroom. "Do you think I wanted to feel the way I do?" I boom at her. "Do you think I wanted to hear about the woman I was foolish enough to leave you for, sucking another mans dick? Your "perfect" Logan's no less?" I shout at her as I grab her elbow to make her face me.

"This isn't about them, Scott, and Logan told me the first time what was going on. This is about us, isn't it? What you're experiencing is buyers remorse. You bought her by choosing that I wasn't good enough and I'm not in the mood to play "Pity Scott" right now. I did that far too long during our relationship, Good day, Sir! I have a class to teach soon!" She pushes me away.

I have to do it. I snatch that arm back and pull her close and kiss her with everything I have pent up inside me these last few years, her moans vibrate through my skull, her round breasts coming to sharp points against my shirt. This is real, this feels good, until she wiggles away and the head rush fades. "Just for the record, Jean, the problem always was that you were too good for me."