BONUS!
Epilogue
It had been seven days since he'd been excised of The Phoenix Force. It had been three days since he left his dorm.
John was in his room, on his bed, alone. He was thinking about everything that had happened, everything that he'd done. He couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty about everything. He sighed. He had books he'd rather be reading, shows he'd rather be watching, but something felt off to him, like she shouldn't be acting as though he were completely absolved of everything he did simply because he was "not himself".
John heard a knock at his door.
"Hello? Are you there?"
It was Scotia. She sounded a little worried.
"I'm here. Come on in," John said.
Scotia walked in. She closed the door behind her slowly. She stalled, trying to think of what to say.
"Are you feeling okay, John?" she said.
He wanted to lie. He wanted to simply say "yeah", and be done with it.
"I feel like crap," John said.
Scotia sat down next to him.
"People think I'm a monster, like I had this thing inside of me, and it…"
Scotia interrupted him.
"John, he's gone. We got rid of him. You're back to your old self."
She touched his arm. He pulled his away from her.
"John?" Scotia said.
She moved in closer to him.
"I love you, John. I really meant that. I wouldn't let anything like that happen to you again, ever."
John wasn't sure what to say. He tried to find some words, but nothing came out.
"I really meant that, John. I'm serious. I love you."
John had previously thought himself to be unlovable. Between his previous times humiliating himself by projecting his inappropriate thoughts and his time possessed by The Phoenix, John was convinced that his life was over.
"I… Uh…" he stammered.
Scotia looked into his eyes. He looked at hers, through her ruby quartz glasses.
"Do you love me too?" Scotia said.
All doubt left John's mind.
"Yes. I love you, Scotia Summers."
He kissed her. New thoughts entered his mind, replacing the old ones. He thought about Scotia's lips, her tongue, the smell of her hair, and the soft touch of her hand.
Once the kiss was over, Scotia started giggling.
"What's so funny?" John asked.
"I don't know. I guess I'm happy, that's all."
John smiled. He felt a little bit better just knowing that Scotia was happy. She reclined onto his lap.
"John?" she said.
"Yeah?"
She felt nervous about asking.
"Can you take off your shirt for me? Please?"
John was a little surprised.
"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."
He instantly regretted those words.
"What the hell are you doing? She's asking you for second base! You want her, don't you? She's nice, smart, fun to be around, a decent 6/10…"
"I'm only a six?" Scotia said.
John froze. He'd projected his thoughts without thinking again.
"Scotia, I didn't mean that. I mean, I guess I did mean that, because that's what I thought and… Uh…"
Scotia laughed. She crawled on top of John and hugged him.
"Hey, I don't mind. At least you're honest," she said.
John stood up. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He felt a little nervous.
"What about me? What would you rate me?" he asked.
Scotia shook her head.
"I don't do numbers."
"What? But you're so good at math! Come on. Give me a value. Please?"
Scotia shook her head.
"I don't need to be validated by boner points and you don't either."
John couldn't help but laugh.
"Boner points?"
Scotia nodded.
"Boner points."
John sat down next to Scotia again. She rubbed her hands on his chest.
"I always wanted to do that."
She rubbed one of his nipples. It made John feel uneasy.
"You know about how in the movies, there's always this girl, with her hands all over a shirtless dude's chest? I always wanted to do that," Scotia said.
She leaned in to kiss him. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.
"This is getting way more sensual thank I'd expected," John thought.
Scotia directed his hand onto her chest.
"Sensual? I think this might be getting sexual."
Scotia broke from the kiss and smiled.
"My turn."
Scotia pulled her shirt off. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"Wow… I'd never seen breasts before. Well, not in real life. In porn, sure, but…"
"John, I can hear you," Scotia said.
He cringed.
"I am so sorry. I try to think to myself more often. I promise."
Scotia sat down with John again. He moved in to kiss her.
"Oh, thank you, John. Thank you," she said.
Scotia had always dreamed of this. John kissed her all over. Her face, her breasts, her neck… Scotia began to unzip her jeans. She wasn't wearing anything underneath them.
"John… I love you. I'll always love you," she said.
She tried to pull down her jeans. John helped her.
"I love you too, Scotia. Thank you," he said.
She laid next to John, in nothing but her glasses. John wasn't sure where to go from here.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
Scotia didn't answer. She hugged John, sure to feel his skin against hers. They were soft and warm together.
"Scotia?"
She started to cry.
"I'm sorry. It's just that… I've dreamed of this moment. I.. I used to think about this when I was sad, when I was lonely…"
They held each other close and tight. John wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes, but knew that they were dangerous due to her mutant powers.
"John?" Scotia said.
"Yes?"
Scotia sat back. She moved her hand on her crotch and began rubbing it.
"Can you make my dreams come true?"
John sat next to Scotia. He looked at her vagina. He was a little afraid of touching it. His heart raced.
"Okay, no need to panic. If all goes right, you'll be doing this with her more often."
He put his hand on hers.
"Scotia…" he said.
He moved his hand with hers, between her legs.
"I'm going to love you. With my fingers."
He felt stupid saying that.
"What the hell, man? You sounded idiotic!"
He knew he was projecting his thoughts again.
"No, it's fine. Please," Scotia said.
She smiled to reassure him.
"I want you, John Grey."
John slipped his finger into Scotia. It was warm and wet inside of her. She twitched her leg when he pulled his finger out.
"Again, please," Scotia said.
John put his finger inside Scotia again. He could feel her moving, her muscles twitching. He expected moans of pleasure. All he heard from Scotia were heavy breathing.
"Am I doing it right?"
She didn't answer. Her body began to sweat. John pulled his finger in and out of her again.
"Scotia?"
She was silent.
"Am I doing it right?" he repeated.
"You're fine. Keep going."
A drop of saliva fell from Scotia's mouth. She moved one of her hands onto her chest, as if to feel her thumping heart. John tried putting another finger inside of Scotia, two at once.
"No, stop. One's enough," she said.
"Okay."
John continued moving his finger, in and out of Scotia. Her leg twitched again. John expected her to say something, but instead, she smiled.
"This is what you dreamed of?" John said.
Scotia wiped the drool from her face.
"I used to do this to myself, when I thought of you," she said.
Her movements became weaker. She began to relax. John knew that this was near the end.
"I'm done. Thank you, John. That was beautiful."
John pulled his finger out from Scotia's vagina. There was a sticky fluid all over it, dripping down his hand. A playful thought crossed his mind. He leaned in to kiss Scotia.
"I love you, Scotia. I'll always love you."
She giggled as John kissed her shoulder, until she felt something wet and sticky on her back.
"Did… Did you just do that?" Scotia said.
"Do what?" John replied.
"Don't play dumb with me. You wiped it on my back, didn't you?" Scotia said.
John broke out into laughter. Scotia joined him.
The End
-XW-
This story is dedicated to ObeliskX. Thank you for the story ideas!
To everyone:
Thank you for reading.