Summers Daze

By Princess Alexandria

Chapter 63

Dayz had looked in Emma's room and checked Jean's room, before heading to her own. When she opened the door she found Jean just sitting on her bed staring out the window. "Hey," She spoke softly and slowly walked toward Jean, but then stopped. She detoured to the bathroom and washed her hands, because she had touched that man after all. As she was there she washed her face, brushed her teeth and did all the getting ready for bed stuff slowly, giving Jean alone time and hoping that Jean would at least talk to her when she came out.

"I left Emma naked in the kitchen and Henry walked in on her." She spoke quietly as she leaned in the doorway watching Jean. "After I'd tossed her into the pool from way up high."

"Dayz," Jean spoke and her voice was tired and defeated. "Let's just go to bed okay?" Clearly Scott had ruined all of Dayz' hard work cheering Jean up. She'd have to thump him good next time she saw him. He was about to become the clumsiest man alive.

"Naked or not naked?" Dayz grinned a little and pulled her tshirt up enough to show her underwear. "I'm good for both." Jean just stood up and started for the bathroom.

"Whatever you want." Her voice was weary and the door closed behind her. Dayz stared at it and focused her mind on her affection and love for the redhead.

"Empathic delivery, pick it up." She called out, her voice slightly concerned. It took a moment, but she felt Jean's mind and pushed her affection out. She could feel a little pain leak toward her and said nothing about it. She opened her beer and took a few sips as she considered what to do about that pain. Once the taste of beer hit her brushed teeth she decided that it was too gross to bother with. She put the cap back on and set it on her dresser. She'd sneak it back into the fridge later.

Dayz took the most seductive pose she could on the bed and waited, but as she waited she started to doubt herself. She really didn't know what to do to make this better and at this time this particular path might be insensitive. With a heavy sigh she got back up and moved toward the bathroom, and then opened the door. Jean was dressed for bed, but she was staring at herself in the mirror. Dayz moved behind her and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her tight. "Come to bed." She whispered gently. "I'll hold you, you like that. You like to snuggle with the Dayz." Dayz rocked a little with Jean in her arms, "You want to cuddle me, you want to snuggle me, you want to steal all the covers when I'm asleep and can't defend myself."

"Dayz, why did you stop me?" Jean's body was tense when she asked, and Dayz looked into the mirror to see the redhead staring at her. "That bitch stole my husband."

"I kinda thought of it more like your husband couldn't control his dick." Dayz crossed her arms in front of her and sighed. "Look, I grew up hearing how Scott wasn't very faithful during one of mom's episodes. He was my mom's first husband. I wasn't really surprised to see him there. What I was surprised about was that you said just a few words to him and then attacked her. She deserved a spanking, but not more than him." Dayz shook her head. "I know it wasn't my place to be there or interfere, but you were really going to hurt her weren't you? She's hurt but Scott looked fine when I saw him." Jean wasn't talking and the silence went on a little long. "Besides I got to carry a naked woman around and toss her into a pool. She sputtered like a cat. It was fun." Dayz shook her head, "What I'm pissed about is our date was going so well and they fucked it up. I was hoping for a good night kiss and that's all gone now." Her voice got quieter. "I'm pissed that anyone hurt you."

Jean sighed and turned away from the mirror. "Let's go to bed."

Dayz grinned at her, "And you did say I could be naked if I wanted." She reminded Jean. "Wanna be naked with me?"

"Not tonight dear, I have a headache." Jean said as she turned the light off in the bathroom. Dayz followed her out of the room.

"They all say that. It isn't fair." Dayz teased lightly. "Just because I need to thump women over the head with a big stick to get a date I never get any."

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Dayz woke up to something, and it took a moment to realize what it was. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the hand caressing her stomach under her shirt.

Dayz found herself holding her breath for a moment as the hand moved up, before she did her best to try and breathe normally. In her mind she begged, please, please, do it as the hand barely touched the underside of her breast. Her heart was hammering and she slowly, ever so slowly moved her head to look down and see that she was on her back with Jean resting her head on her shoulder while caressing her.

Don't move, she told herself, afraid to scare Jean away, as if Jean were a skittish rabbit. The soft fingers moved to caress just under Dayz' breasts before moving to touch the swell of one. Yes, Dayz thought as the touch definitely proved to her that Jean was moving in the right direction. Hopefully her pounding heart didn't give her away, Dayz thought with some nervousness as she did her best not to arch into contact when Jean cupped one breast before gently squeezing one nipple. A soft squeak escaped Dayz' lips and she froze as the hand stopped moving. Oh god, please don't notice I'm awake, Dayz thought frantically, sure that Jean was just exploring but wouldn't have the nerve to do it if Dayz was awake. The darkness and quiet gave a certain courage to some.

Slowly the hand continued by squeezing gently once more, before caressing its way to the other breast. Fighting her desire to move Dayz gritted her teeth as that touch became a slight squeeze. She liked that so much she was starting to throb. She really should have slept naked, then maybe Jean would explore other things, Dayz cursed herself mentally for not anticipating curiosity and making it easier.

She almost felt like crying when the hand on her breast pulled away, as if Jean was satisfied, because Dayz wasn't. The redhead shifted a little and Dayz could feel the press of a hard nipple into her arm. More than curiosity, Dayz bit back a groan at realizing her incestual fantasies weren't the only one's in the mansion.

Her sex throbbed so much if felt like that part of Dayz' body was begging. Dayz was never so eager to be taken advantage of in her sleep. The hand caressing her gently played with her belly button before moving lower and Dayz found her body out of her control as she moved a little toward that hand once it caressed an inner thigh softly. The hand stopped and Dayz cursed herself for her lack of control while mentally begging, please, I'm still asleep, you want to touch me. I'll never know. I sleep like a brick you can do anything.

They sat like that for what felt like eternity before the hand continued to move in a caress and Dayz worked harder to not screw it up again. She didn't want to scare Jean away. Jean coughed a little and Dayz froze as she waited to see if that would end all of this fun.

The hand moved up to caress her panties like she'd offer a few people the opportunity to do, but it was a light and slow caress that really tested her power to not move.

Why oh why did she bother with underwear, Dayz cursed herself for that as the caress moved up and down in a very light torturous way. Dayz had to lick her lips and swallow as Jean's fingers started to caress the edges of her panties, one finger moving under it as Jean caressed her leg. God, Jean was going under, Dayz thought with some shock and then the desperate mental pleading started again.

The bed shifted and Dayz felt coolness as Jean pulled her head up off of her. Dayz kept her eyes carefully closed as she felt the redhead staring down at her, as those fingers slowly worked their way under the panties. Hair tickled her skin and Dayz felt Jean's body leaning over her. "Forget I was a telepath?" Was whispered into her ear and Dayz gasped to hear the voice, feel the air, and realize that Jean knew what she was doing. "Ask me out loud just once."

"Please." Dayz gasped as fingers touched her sex. "Oh God, Please." Her body arched up as her underwear was telekinetically ripped from her body and fingers moved insistently through her wetness, pressing inside. "Oh God Jean." Dayz started to rock up into the slowly moving pistoning hand. She opened her eyes and reached up to wrap a hand around the back of Jean's neck, pulling her down into a desperate kiss.

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Ororo studied the file Sage had given her on the mission. It looked like Australia was their next stop. "Ororo," Sage stepped into the room with a phone and it reminded Ororo that the phone had just rung a moment ago. "It's Jean."

"Thank you." She smiled at Sage and took the phone. "And could you tell Remy that even though I know he hates mornings I think we need to take an early flight out of here. Maybe he could go make sure the blackbird is fueled up and ready to go if he wants to sleep in a little more?"

"Okay."

Ororo pulled the phone to her ear. "Jean." She smiled as she said that, loving to hear from her friend.

"Ororo." That one word reduced Ororo's smile. "How are you all doing?"

"We're making progress." Ororo stood up and moved to stare out the window while speaking. "And you?"

"Oh Ororo," Jean sighed. "Everything is a mess." Ororo felt her concern grow. "I told you about the problems with Scott, well they turned out to be just as big as I'd feared. He was sleeping with Emma, I asked a million times, but I finally caught him last night."

"Oh Jean." Ororo's fist clenched. "I'm so sorry."

"I almost really hurt Emma, but Dayz stopped me. I was mad at the time, but I understand why Dayz did it now. I would have hated myself if I'd actually done what I wanted to do last night." Jean's voice was weary. "The last few days have been hard, and without Dayz, well, she's been really good to me. She lets me stay with her and she works so hard to cheer me up and show me she cares." Jean's pause was a little too long and Ororo leaned against a wall as she wondered what Jean wasn't saying. "I think I may have screwed up with Dayz."

"I doubt she'll hold a real grudge. You may have to watch your back like I do right now, but once she's…"

"No, not like that." Jean interrupted her. "I could say I was already a bit drunk, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd considered it sober." Ororo's jaw dropped a little as she suspected what was next. "She's been good to me and I was lonely and hurting."

"You didn't." Ororo said before realizing she shouldn't be judgmental at this moment.

"I rocked her world." It sounded like a Dayz quote and Ororo was a bit stunned. She shook that off. "She's still sleeping."

"Was she as good as she boasts?" Ororo asked, avoiding the other topics that could be brought up. "I always thought she was boastful to cover up her inexperience."

Jean sounded more relaxed as she laughed. "She isn't very experienced, but the experiences she's had taught her a lot. She was," Jean sounded a bit shy, "she was really good."

"Well, good, you deserve that much." Ororo teased softly, but her mind was filled with anger at Emma and Scott and concern for Jean and Dayz.

"What do I do now? Scott will come back at some point either wanting to work this out or break this up, and Dayz is so opened I'm afraid I'll hurt her. I shouldn't have seduced her. I feel like I used her, and I think that's all her previous lovers have ever done." Ororo's eyebrows rose.

"Make sure you are there when she wakes up and be gentle today as the two of you talk." Ororo offered some advice on Dayz before dealing with the other huge issue Jean had. "Do you want Scott back?" Ororo asked, and she'd be disappointed to hear a yes.

"No, I found him fucking her Ororo. I can't forget or forgive that. I'd asked so many times and he lied to my face. Maybe I could have eventually forgiven this if it had been once and he'd admitted to it, but this had to be ongoing. I can't see forgiving this. The minute I caught him I considered the marriage over." Jean's voice was tight.

"Do you want to get away for a while? We could use you on this team." Ororo offered.

"I can't leave her here. When Scott comes back he'll go after her. She may have punched him in the crotch last night." Jean's sounded concerned. "She hasn't really been busy making friends around here either, so without us here she'll be alone."

"Good for her on hitting him." Ororo's voice was a little colder as she considered how she would have to have liked to see that. "Our mission is serious Jean and she says doesn't fight, although it sounds like she makes exceptions."

"She grew up around this. She probably knows what to do with herself when things start to get hairy." Jean sounded determined. Ororo sighed again as she imagined Dayz moving around with the team. "I know she's a handful, but she really is sweet underneath all of that."

"Well, you would know wouldn't you?" Ororo teased quietly. She frowned a moment, feeling strongly that Dayz would only make their jobs harder. "Bring her if you want."

"She said she missed you and Sage." Jean spoke quietly. "I think she'll like to come." Ororo didn't bring up that Dayz missed Sage in a completely different way than she missed her. It wasn't the tactful thing to do at this moment, but hopefully Jean figured out what she wanted from Dayz before they arrived.

"Meet us in Sydney, Australia. We're heading out tomorrow morning." She told Jean and glanced over the see Sage in the doorway watching her. It took a minute or two to finish the talk, but when she did hang up Sage proved her ability to fill in the blanks herself.

"Do I need to book one or two more hotel rooms?" Sage asked.

"Book two." Ororo spoke distractedly. Jean wasn't talking love, she sounded like she made a mistake. This was going to really add drama to their mission, drama it didn't need.

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Dayz smiled as she heard the door and smelled eggs. Her eyes opened and she stared at the redhead putting two plates down on the dresser. "You are so beautiful." Dayz whispered, impressed with Jean's fiery hair and green eyes.

"So are you." Jean smiled a little and Dayz looked down at the bed, a little embarrassed at the compliment. "And you were right, you butt is magnificent." Dayz' blush grew and Jean chuckled.

Dayz sat up and tossed the sheets off of her as she moved to the dresser to find underwear. Jean was dressed so clearly morning fun was cancelled, but Jean was here, that was good. Dayz pulled a shirt over her head and picked up a pair of jeans, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Jean watching her. "This is the opposite of a strip tease, but I do know how to strip if you want I can find a pole and show you later." She pulled her pants up and grinned. "I only accept bills, no credit cards."

"Dayz, about last night." Jean seemed a little depressed again, so Dayz assembled another empathic care package.

"Delivery." She whispered and Jean took a moment before opening the connection. Dayz watched as Jean took a shuddering breath and then affection was sent back. Jean loved her, Dayz could clearly see it, but she could also feel pain, indecision, guilt. Jean didn't hide those emotions.

"Don't regret me." Dayz gritted her teeth and stared at Jean, Jean moved forward and pulled Dayz into a hug.

Jean held her tightly. Waves of affection worked their way through Dayz' mind as Jean sent them, affection and love, and attraction. "I love you Dayz." Jean spoke softly and then sighed. "I took advantage of you."

"In case you missed it I was begging you to." Dayz cuddled closer to the hug. "I can't believe I forgot you'd hear me."

"I almost laughed when you kept worrying about scaring me away." Jean admitted. "But I should have stopped."

"Why?" Dayz pulled back further and stared at Jean, seeing guilt there more openly.

"Dayz, I just found out that Scott is having an affair. I haven't even started divorce proceedings yet, and I'm not really ready for a relationship." Jean sighed and grimaced a little, "And there is the fact that we're related."

"I promise to do my best not to knock you up." Dayz shook her head. "Really, aside from making babies there is no reason relatives that want to can't go at it like rabbits." She grinned. "And grammy, you realize that I'm not from this world and we never met before. I've never even met any Jean Greys' before you."

"Grammy," Jean made a disgusted expression.

"Kissing cousin?" Dayz said in a teasing way. "Oh evil seducing auntie?" Jean laughed a little and Dayz felt better. She smiled at Jean. "You started tree climbing, I'm so proud. And you climb so well and so high." Dayz laughed as she remembered how very good the sex had been. Her expression became a little more serious. "It's okay if you don't want to marry me and become my permanent snuggle bunny, just don't regret me. That's what I wouldn't be able to take. I haven't been with someone in far too long. I don't want you regretting ending my draught. I really enjoyed last night. I'd like more nights like that, but as long as you still love me I'll accept if you feel your tree climbing is over." She smirked a little, lying just a bit. It would be nice to have a lover that cared and wanted her around, but losing Jean wasn't an option, no matter what form that relationship took.

"I was worried I'd hurt you." Jean admitted seriously. "I don't know how I could have handled the past few days without you and I didn't want to hurt you."

"I'd say that nothing you did hurt, but if you like kinky stuff I'll give it a try." Dayz teased, but her eyes were serious and forgiving for any wrong Jean thought she'd done.

They ate and things started to get a bit more normal. Dayz was thrilled with the idea of getting out of the mansion and going to see Stormy and Sage, so thrilled that she was almost ready to stop eating and pack.

Once breakfast was over Dayz stood up. "I need to do my hair." Dayz said as she got a glance of it in the mirror. Sex really was hard on the hair, it was worse than normal bed head.

"No shower?" Jean asked and Dayz blushed.

"I kinda like smelling you on me. It makes it more real." Dayz grinned a little guiltily, with her eyebrow raised in question.

Jean looked thoughtful, and then she just nodded.

They needed to pack and let the Professor know they were leaving.

Dayz smirked when she saw Logan near the stairs and she grinned a little wickedly as she waved to him. She could see the moment her scent reached him, because he stumbled in shock and once he'd caught himself he stared at Jean.

"Hello Logan." Jean said, blushing a little. They walked past him and Jean did something that made Dayz' heart clench happily, she took Dayz' hand, not hiding them from her friend. She knew Logan saw that, probably knew he smelled it and Jean wasn't acting ashamed.

"Thank you." Dayz whispered at the bottom of the stairs, and then looked up to see Logan was still slack jawed and in shock. She grinned at him and waved again.

"No regrets Dayz, I can give you that." Jean told her softly and Dayz beamed at her.

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Chapter 64

"What no strip search?" Dayz muttered under her breath, but Jean heard it. Jean just shook her head and smiled a little as she watched Dayz glance toward the airport before getting out of the car with Jean to walk up to the small private jet. "That's half the fun of flying, the strip search and cavity check, fear at its finest." Dayz was still muttering quietly, almost as if to herself. The woman was so different, she might actually mean to just be entertaining herself with her comments. Jean grinned a little and gave Dayz a fond look before turning to smile at the pilot waiting for them near the plane.

"Hello James." Jean addressed the pilot that occasionally worked for the Professor. He just nodded and motioned for Jean and Dayz to precede him into the plane, while the limo driver brought over the luggage Jean and Dayz were bringing.

They were barely sitting down when Dayz turned to Jean and gave her a cute look. "Are we there yet?" She said in a childish voice and teasing twinkle in her eye.

"No, this flight should take at least twenty hours." Jean glanced down at the bag Dayz had called her entertainment pack, filled with books, paper, a movie or two, and who knew what else. Dayz already knew this was a long flight, and apparently brought enough to play with.

Dayz' voice was a little more serious. "I need a lot of things to distract me. I don't do bored well." Dayz even looked a hint embarrassed. Jean smiled at her gently, thinking that Dayz was cute. It was sad that other people didn't see this part of her, because Dayz would have more friends if she let them.

"I brought a book, and I planned to catch up on my sleep." Jean noticed the affectionate look Dayz gave her at that and Jean blushed just a little.

When Dayz started to look through her bag for something to do Jean turned to stare out the window, watching as the last of the preflight check was done while trying to get some sense of calm. This trip was the end and the beginning for her. She was never the one to run away when things got hard, that was always Scott. This time though, he'd probably be surprised when he finally returned to see her gone. Jean had even called the divorce lawyer before they left so that things could get started. This had been coming for a while, but it still felt sudden.

She just felt numb about it. It should hurt more, but his pulling away from her for months finally had a good point, she wasn't going to miss life like the last few months had been. She wanted free of that.

"Delivery." Dayz spoke quietly and Jean turned to look at Dayz, seeing that Dayz was giving her a slightly concerned and caring look. Jean sighed and opened the mental connection, unwilling to ignore it when Dayz wanted to give it. If Maddie hadn't hurt her child Dayz wouldn't need to rely on Jean to do this for her.

God, Jean held her breath as she felt the love Dayz was sending, the concern and caring, the attraction was a little stronger than it had been before they'd made love and the affection was sharper. Jean let the emotions swirl over her like Dayz wanted them too and couldn't help but compare Dayz to other people Jean had touched like this. Dayz really was holding nothing back, and even though Dayz had been hurt in the past by love she wasn't letting it affect them. It made Jean want to get up and move to the seat next to Dayz and hold her, but she didn't do it. Jean was still reeling from last night and needed time to get her feet back under her. Jean did send her own affection back and watched how Dayz smiled at her when she felt it. This really was intimate.

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Jean rolled her neck and looked up after reading a few chapters. The clock showed that it had been over an hour. Her eyes moved to take in what Dayz was doing and since Dayz wasn't looking she felt free to just stare. The thoughtful look on Dayz' face as she studied some file while making occasional notes seemed different. There was no fidgeting, no playful banter, this was Dayz just working and being serious. It was no wonder Jean stared, it was a rare sight.

"What are you working on?" Jean asked quietly and Dayz looked up.

"Well, we are going to Sydney and there had been a mutant town nearby where I came from. I thought it would be interesting to view the neighborhood here. Perhaps there are aspects of the neighborhood that are starting to form now and I could see where some of the things I've noticed in my research came from." Dayz' voice was slower and a little deeper as she spoke of her work. "The Australian Mutant Town was unique in how tight knit the people were. It took a long time to convince them to actually talk to me and if I hadn't played the whole I know Storm card I don't know if I would have gotten nearly what I did."

Dayz sighed and continued, just as seriously. "I miss my work sometimes. I don't have my credentials here, no hard earned PhD, I don't even have proof of a high school diploma. I can't publish my work because I don't technically exist and no one has attempted to help me with that. I really thought the Professor would have wanted an experienced researcher working on his peaceful coexistence plans, but apparently if I don't do it through bloodshed I don't matter." Jean's eyes widened. "I asked him three times to help me establish myself and all I have is a fake passport, birth certificate and a driver's license. I'm about ready to doctor my birth certificate and call the news to claim I'm his illegitimate daughter to embarrass him." Dayz looked over at Jean. "You think if I said I was born to a Vegas prostitute they'd believe I was his? Or should I claim to be the daughter of a former student? I bet parents would worry if he was willing to do a student."

"I'm sure he's working on it." Jean spoke. "If you really want to publish research you'd need a better fake identity created than Bishop, Rachel or Nathan did."

"Oh," Dayz' eyebrows drew together a little. "Bishop, Rachel or Nathan? You guys get a lot of these visitors from the future don't you?"

"Yes and most of them are related to me." Jean grinned just a little. "Nathan is your half brother and Maddie's son, Rachel is an alternate future daughter of me and Scott." Her grin faded at that thought, knowing no daughter would exist in this world.

"Is she hot?" Dayz teased and winked suggestively. Jean just shook her head. "She's not hot?"

"She's not on the menu Dayz." Jean turned her body to face Dayz a bit more. "Wasn't I enough?"

"You were more than enough." Dayz didn't tease. "I'm just playing." It was different and a little worrying that Dayz went serious rather than teasing, it wasn't like her. Jean just nodded and sat back to pay attention to her book, but she was thinking about Dayz rather than paying attention to what she was reading.

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Dayz yawned for the third time and then glanced around the small luxury plane. It even had a bed in the back for those eager flyers wanting to join the mile high club, or people who were stuck in the air for twenty hours because they were stuck in the past where engineers hadn't invented faster planes. "Wanna snuggle? I'm tired." She asked and Jean stopped reading to stare a little too long. "Come on, I love snuggles, you love snuggles, it's all good." She urged Jean and suddenly started to worry that having sex that once meant no more snuggling.

"No, I'm gonna stay up a bit longer." Jean said and the smile Dayz was giving the redhead faded.

"Okay." She wanted to argue, but she really couldn't. Dayz sighed and got up to go get some sleep in the back anyhow. "Jean," She turned when she got to the doorway to the back. "I'll be asleep and completely defenseless if you want to play curious straight woman again." She grinned a little, "But I'm not so sure you were a straight girl, tell me, you were playing doctor with the other school girls weren't you? Perhaps a little show and tell? A little muff diving? You can tell me you've gone downtown before haven't you?" She then turned to walk a little further with a wiggle in her step.

Jean didn't really respond so Dayz just left the door partly opened and went about getting ready for bed. "Damned bras were designed to torture." She muttered as she considered sleeping in her clothes. "And who all has had sex on this bed?" She continued to mutter as she kicked off her shoes. She wasn't going to do this fully dressed and if a pilot or copilot happened to see her, well it's their own damned fault, Dayz thought as she unbuttoned her jeans.

As she pulled the sheet down she called out a little louder. "Should I even touch these sheets? Has the Professor been getting freaky on this bed with his invisible fluffer? Has Hanky Panky done the spanky in it?"

"I'm sure if they have, the sheets have been changed." Jean called back.

Dayz wasn't really sure how long she'd been asleep. Dayz heard rustling and opened her eyes to see Jean starting to pull the sheets up. She smiled as Jean slid into the bed. "Snuggle?" She whispered, her voice sleepy. Jean didn't cuddle up but Dayz didn't stop talking quietly. "If you want a little something something, I'd love it, but I would need a raincheck. I can barely move I'm so tired. You really took it out of me last night. Maybe three more hours sleep and I could manage to shift your world but if you want full rocking I'll need at least four hours more of sleep. If you want mindbending amazing, gimme five." Dayz reached out an arm in invitation. "Snuggle." She ordered quietly.

Jean slowly scooted closer and snuggled. "You're so cute like this." She spoke quietly and Dayz just nodded.

"I'm cute all the time." Dayz gave a small smile before relaxing and falling back to sleep.