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Midnight Blush.

Scott Summers is a conflicted man, torn between lust and desire, as well as comfort and pure animal attraction. This very state of being has left his nights washing illicit dreams over him, drowning him like waves in a tempest.

Perhaps he feels this way because as long as there have been X-Men, there has been Scott Summers and there has been Jean Grey. Perhaps, these dreams are because even though he let her go, he still wants to have her. He wants to have her and his current wife, Emma, as He feels he owns them.

Emma, the woman he left Jean for, creeps back into his mind. After admitting to things going too far with Logan, she's gone to a hotel to think, she's also taken the kids. Logan took the assignment to assist Alpha Flight, he'll be gone awhile, he and Jean desperately needed space after what he and Emma did.

Then there's Jean. It's something about Jean, who fills his burdened mind with sex and cookies. Jean, who always smells like vanilla and something so indescribably sensual, just the barest wisp of it in the air makes the stitching on the buttons of his pants seem that they could burst, that he himself could explode with very little provocation. The very way she carries herself frustrates him, not because it's something she tries to do to him, but because he has seen what her innocent demeanor melts to when the satin sheets fall off the bed.

Logan, her Logan, the love of her life, Logan should have understood how lucky he was to have that fiery creature love him. Scott himself realized too late that a few captured moments would never be able to make up for a lifetime of what he lost.

He thinks of Emma again as he lay in his bed, running his hand down his own well muscled chest, bringing if to sit on the bulge growing in his flannel sleep ware. She might have been completely false, but she knew how to get the job done, and she could do it well. When he was intimate with her, he knew every inch of her, knew where to twist and where to touch to make her cum as he held her writhing body atop him.

His mind, as all men's minds do, slinks back to the first time he ever came hard in a woman's body. It was Jean's first time, she'd never even touched herself before, as good catholic girls know better than to do, He touched himself almost continually, he knew how to do things to himself, but an innocent body was something else, something different.

She was sixteen, and sweetly protested, once again, because she was a good catholic girl, but Scott won her over. It started in a car he'd just bought, and tumbled out into the grass as he managed to get her bra off for the first time. The moonlight spilled over her beautiful breasts as he cupped them, bringing his mouth to her pink nipples one at a time.

He managed to get the panties protecting her innocence off and brought his erection to the lips of her body's quivering entrance, still pausing to look into her eyes, to see if this is what she wanted. His eyes met green eyes wide open with wonder and anticipation, and he knew it was O.K. She was ready. But still, he had to retract, bringing his fingers to where his penis was. He'd heard Hank talk of this and was hot to try it.

As he slid one in, her mouth opened into a little "O" slightly as he found what he thought he was looking for. She was naturally wet where Scott's finger met her body, and it aroused him, but he wanted more. Another digit met the first as he curled them slightly inside her. His other hand went to his own member as she began to get warm, and soon, burning hot against his hand as her breasts arched in the cool air.

As she started to call his name, quivering, he couldn't stop himself as he removed his dripping fingers from her moist hole, and replaced them with his fully erect manhood, penetrating her as far as her inexperienced body would allow.

"Scott!" she shouted as her whole body squeezed on him and went limp as her orgasm poured over his penis, and his into her as they both collapsed sweaty and breathless on that cold grass in the cool night. They were both breathing raggedly as they soon knew that there was no going back, even though they had to get back to school.

When the Phoenix took over Jean's form, Scott should have known that she was no Jean. Phoenix was rough, delighting in the pain, and crashing waves ecstasy could bring, none of the ever-present precocious air Jean carried with her. Scott knew that each time with Jean felt as though she'd never had sex before, even with the growing amount of experience her and Scott gained with each other, she always felt new and untouched.

Scott grew tired of that, and left her after years of marriage for Emma, who definitely knew how to do what she knew, but even that gets tiresome, he just wants to feel the warmth of real breasts again.

Just like magic, Jean appears. Scott knows this must be a dream, it has to be, but in his dreams, she never wore her wedding band. "Jean?" he questions, suddenly cotton mouthed as the light by the bed shadows her figure perfectly.

"Shhh…" She says as she puts her fingers to his mouth to silence him. He knows what it is he tastes on her fingers and knows how lonely she must have been. "You're right, I don't always have to be the good girl."