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Chapter 5

'Do you feel that, Scott? Our psychic rapport? I knew you were alive… you had to be.'

'St… stay away… from me…'

'I've got you, honey. Please, come back to me.'

'Jean… you don't… understand. I'm not fully… in control…'

'I can feel you battling Apocalypse, Scott… I know how much it's hurting you. Please, let me help. I can separate you-'

'No.'

'But-'

'I love you, Jean… and if you love me, let Cable do… what must be done.'

"Jean, wake up," she caught a whisper near her ear that her groggy mind chose to ignore.

"Jean, wake up, please," the voice insisted. Annoyed, the redhead turned away.

One second later, she felt a soft shake to her shoulder and heard the murmur again. "Wake up, hon."

Green orbs suddenly adjusted to the dim light. 'Hon? What the-?'

Startled, Jean sat up in bed. A bare-chested Scott was staring down at her, holding a mug of steaming black coffee. "I made you coffee," he announced in a low tone.

'I must still be dreaming,' the woman thought as she used her fingers to comb wild red strands from her eyes. She glanced to her left and saw that Nate was still sleeping; she looked to her right, and there was her husband standing beside the bed, one hand stretched out waiting for her to accept the mug.

She took it in her hands, and the delicious smell of Arabic roasted coffee hit her nostrils. A half-naked Scott gently waking her with her very favorite hot drink – that had to be one hell of a dream.

"C'mon, I need to talk to you," he whispered and padded across the room towards the door. It took Jean a moment to realize it was no dream. Finally, she threw the sheets away and bolted out of bed to follow him outside.

"Did something happen?" She asked with worry.

Cyclops closed the bedroom door behind them. "Yes. I figured what to do for Nate."

Her puzzled look told him she had no idea what he was talking about, so Scott elaborated. "Last night, you promised him we'd do something together today. So… let's throw him a party."

Jean considered tossing down the coffee at once – maybe then she'd be able to follow the conversation. "W-What?"

"Today is Nathan's birthday, Jean," Cyclops explained.

"Oh." She gazed down, chastising herself mentally. How could she have forgotten it?

Scott noticed her guilty look. "It's okay, honey… It's been years since we've celebrated his birthday. I nearly forgot it too," he admitted.

So, she hadn't dreamt – her husband was really using endearment terms to refer to her this morning. This was the same man that hadn't bothered to acknowledge her presence outside the team for the past months. What the hell was happening?

Cyclops ushered her to the kitchen, where fresh pancakes and chopped fruits were waiting on the perfectly set table. He sat down and motioned for Jean to take her usual seat in front of him. She obliged, completely dumbstruck by the way he was acting that morning. Hadn't they fought just last night?

At last, the woman started to drink her coffee. She couldn't help but peek at Scott's pecs from over her mug. Why in God's name did he have to be shirtless? He was never shirtless at a table before Apocalypse.

"So?" He asked expectantly.

"So?" She asked, baffled.

He put one pancake on each of their plates. "What do you think?"

She raised an eyebrow. "About…?"

"The party, Jean! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

"Oh. Sorry, I uh… I-I got distracted for a moment," she stammered. So, they were discussing Nathan's birthday. Okay, she could do this. As bizarre as all of this was, she could do this. Focus, Jean. "The thing is, Scott, I told him we'd do something together, the three of us. We can't throw a party for three people only."

"No, but we can spend the morning organizing the party among the three of us. We'll ask Nate who he wants to invite," he proposed as he spread butter and jam on his pancake. "It will be fun."

Of course, Cyclops would have it all figured out. "He hasn't made friends with any kids in the School yet," Jean pointed out.

"He's made friends with Bobby and Warren."

"Again, not kids."

"I know, but they'd be happy to come. We could invite Hank too," the man suggested, downing his food.

The redhead stared at him with suspicion. "What are you trying to do here, Scott? Is this some weird attempt of reliving the X-Factor?"

"Of course not, Jean. Why would you even ask that?"

"I don't know, Scott. You tell me," she retorted.

He calmly wiped his lips on a napkin. "Look… Warren, Hank and Bobby have known Nathan since he was a baby – they were there as we raised him in the ship. They loved him, like true uncles would. I want our son to have that sense of family again."

Their three friends did love Nate, no doubt about it. "Fine," Jean agreed, still not completely convinced by Scott's argument. She reached for a piece of melon, then added, "I'll make a list of everything we need to buy for the party. I'll get the house ready while you go to the supermarket."

"No. We'll do everything together – grocery shopping, baking, decorating… That's what Nate wants, right? The three of us, spending quality time together on a hot summer Sunday."

"I suppose," Jean answered, still eyeing Cyclops suspiciously. Yesterday, he had threatened to kick her out of the team; this morning, he had made her breakfast and wanted to bake together? This was getting weirder by the minute.

"So, what cake flavor do you think Nate would prefer, hon?"

'That's it!' The redhead thought decidedly and put her fork away. "Okay, Scott. We need to talk. And I mean, really talk."

The man swallowed the last bits of his pancake and met her eyes. "Alright. I'll start," he said and cleaned his throat. "I've done some rethinking last night and… the X-Men need you, Jean… I… I need you on the team. Emma is a talented telepath, but she's not nearly as skilled as you are. Yesterday, she let Malice take over her mind. It was just for a few seconds, but she should've been able to prevent it. I know that you would."

"You mean that?" Jean asked, her mood slightly improved.

"I do. That said, I don't know how you'll manage to reconcile your duties, but I'd like you to remain in the team. I just… I don't want you to get hurt because you're too exhausted from dealing with School matters, okay? Especially if the Phoenix is really gone. I couldn't stand to see you dying by the hands of some other Xorn again."

"I see." A moment passed before the redhead spoke again. "So, I can stay in the X-Men as long as my double shift doesn't turn me into a liability?"

"Triple shift – you're forgetting Nathan," Cyclops corrected her. She didn't respond, so he went on. "Look, Jean… We've been fighting for Xavier's dream side by side for ages, and we've always had each other's back. If you tell me you're up to the task, I'll send you to any mission without hesitation. I trust your judgement in the battlefield."

She smiled sadly. "But you no longer trust my judgement outside the battlefield, do you? You haven't let me see what Apocalypse did to your mind, Scott. You never told me-"

"You went to Logan," Cyclops stated simply, and Jean felt her stomach turning. "Tell me… would you have done it? If Logan had said yes that night, would you have slept with him?"

Jean bit her lower lip. She had asked herself that question a million times and still hadn't gotten an answer. "I-I don't know, Scott. You've been blocking me since I freed you from Apocalypse, and I had no idea what was going on in your mind… I still don't. I tried to reach to you, time and again, but all you did was ignore me. We spent months sharing a bed with you refusing to touch me… I was feeling lonely, and I made a poor call that night. I'm sorry," she said truthfully.

Cyclops didn't comment on that. Instead, he asked. "What about today, Jean? If Wolverine sought you today, would you give in? I know you're attracted to him… always has been. And we both know he loves you."

"Well, I married you, Scott. That has to mean something."

"Given that you're not wearing your wedding ring, I'm not sure what that means anymore," he replied accusingly.

"What do you want me to say, dammit?" Jean yelled, tears gathering in her eyes as her emotions got the best of her. "If I wanted Logan, don't you think I would have run to him after we lost you in Egypt? Instead, I searched for you, Scott! For you! Everybody tried to convince me I'd become a widow, but I refused… I knew in my heart that you were alive. So I talked Cable into helping me look for you across the globe, and the whole time I remained faithful to the only man I've ever loved!"

"Jean, I-"

"I haven't been with anyone since you merged with Apocalypse, you jerk! And when you came back, I thought we'd finally be together again… I thought we could have our intimacy back! But you pushed me away; instead of letting me help you, instead of letting me love you, you pushed me away and went to Emma freaking Frost! How do you think that makes me feel?"

Jean was crying now. She hid her face in her hands so Scott wouldn't see her tears. He remained on his chair, silently gazing at her. He'd had his reasons for keeping his distance since he'd returned from his ordeal with Apocalypse. Nur's presence in his mind had made him doubt many things he'd spent his whole life believing – the love he shared with his wife being one of them. But now, hearing her pouring her heart out to him, he felt like an asshole.

Cyclops stood up at last and moved to kneel beside Jean. She started when his arms encircled her.

"I'm sorry," he hissed in her ear, tentatively stroking her back. "I know I've been distant. It's just… I didn't know how to tell you what was going on in my head after Apocalypse… I still don't know," he admitted. "I… I-I don't feel the same anymore, Jean. There's this… there's this darkness inside of me now. I have these urges and I just… shit, honey, I'm sorry. I was only trying to protect you."

She pushed his arms away to seek his eyes behind the red glasses. "I never needed your protection."

He cupped her face in his hands. "I know, Red. I realize that now."

"What I need, Scott, is for you to behave like the man you were… like the man I fell in love with. You keep having these mood swings and… I don't know how to act around you anymore. There are days you don't even look at me; then you suddenly get all jealous because I'm talking to Warren, or Logan, or even Hank."

"I don't-"

"Not a week ago you said you had chosen between Emma and me and left home. Now you suddenly remember I exist and decide to treat me to breakfast? I can't keep riding on this roller-coaster, Scott… I really can't."

"I only left because I thought both of us needed some time to clear our minds after everything that happened," he told her and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. "Your powers have grown so much lately, Jean… you can accomplish nearly anything you want. You've even managed to control the Phoenix, for Christ's sake! Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to relate to that? Me, Cyclops… the X-Men's leader, who could never even control his fucking optic beams! How am I supposed to talk about my petty insecurities with someone who holds the power of a goddess?"

"I'm not a goddess, Scott. I'm your wife," she replied sadly. "I would have listened to you. I would have tried to help you. You didn't need to go to Emma for advice."

"It seemed like the only option at the time, honey. I'm really sorry," he let go of her face to hold her hands. "I never wanted to hurt you. You know I'd never have cheated on you if it weren't for Apocalypse's influence. It's always been you, Red… only you. You have to know that," he said.

Jean looked at their entwined hands. "Why did you need to make a choice then?"

Cyclops mentally kicked himself. He should never have said that to either woman. "I was confused, honey. Nova spent some time messing with my insecurities as well, and when I thought I had finally figured it all out, I found out about you and Wolverine," he explained. "I got so angry I was afraid I was going to hurt someone. But then Nathan returned, and everything changed again. Our boy needs us together, Jean, you know that. Pretending to be the Daysprings was your idea."

"Is Redd alright?" A childish voice echoed in the kitchen. Scott spun around to see Nate staring at them in worry.

Jean quickly cleaned the remaining tears off her face. "I'm fine, sweetie. Come here."

Nathan walked over to them and asked. "Then why are you crying?"

The woman smiled and pulled her son onto her lap. "I was having a headache, but Slym already made it better," she said, her eyes meeting her husband's. Scott returned the smile and stood up. "Happy birthday, Nate," she hugged him and kissed his cheek.

The boy looked surprised. "Is it today?"

"It is," his father responded before picking him up. "You turn six today. We're having a party."

"Oh. What's a party?"

Slym told Nathan what he and Redd had planned, and after breakfast the Daysprings started the day's chores. They went grocery shopping, then made a mess in the kitchen while preparing sandwiches and baking a chocolate cake, and finally decorated the yard with colorful ribbons and balloons. At two o'clock, their guests arrived. Nathan had already met Bobby and Warren; he was surprised by Beast's appearance, but not afraid – Slym had explained that Uncle Hank was a healer, and he even let the furry mutant take a look at his bad arm.

Nate spent the afternoon flying in Angel's arms, skating on Iceman's slides, and listening to Beast's funny stories while devouring snacks and candies. He was happy by simply being a child, and Cyclops cursed the day Apocalypse entered their lives and took that kind of carefreeness away from his family. He would strangle Nur with his bare hands if the bastard weren't already dead.

Out of the blue, he felt Emma Frost's presence in his mind.

'Need some help with all that anger, darling? You know Auntie Emma can let you release your emotions freely… no strings attached,' she telepathically projected to Scott along with an image of herself kneeling before him, opening his fly.

The man gasped and almost crushed the paper cup he was holding. 'C-Cut that crap now, Emma,' he sent back to her.

'Oh, Scott… Parenthood does not suit you, you know? You're no fun anymore.'

'Stay out of my head. That's an order!'

'Fine! Enjoy your failed marriage while you can, darling… But don't come running back to me when you find your wife rolling on the grass with Wolverine,' the blonde retorted and severed the telepathic link.

Sitting at the garden table beside Scott, McCoy didn't miss the troubled look on his friend's face. "Are you alright, oh Fearless?"

"I'm fine," Cyclops responded hastily, glancing around. Nate was building ice statues with Bobby in the middle of the yard, but his wife was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Jean?"

"I believe our lovely red-haired host went inside to acquire some new refreshments," Beast answered.

"Excuse me for a moment," Scott told him and stood up. He marched into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks when he spotted Jean and Warren chatting animatedly. From the way she was laughing, Worthington must have said something truly amusing.

"Hey Slim. Looking for something?" Angel asked, grinning.

"Yes. My wife," Cyclops replied dryly, jaw muscles tight.

Taken aback by his reaction, Warren and Jean exchanged concerned glances. The woman tried to remain calm as she spoke.

"Warren was helping me to get more drinks. Are you feeling okay, Scott?"

"I'll be outside," the winged man mumbled and exited the kitchen.

"What's the matter now, Scott?" Jean demanded, hands on her hips.

"I was looking for you… and you were here with him."

"For Christ's sake, Scott! Am I not allowed to have a conversation with another man without you freaking out? Warren's your best friend, goddammit!"

"I… You're right, honey. I was out of line. I don't know wha-" he paused as he noticed the redhead's frown. "What's wrong?"

"Someone's here," Jean informed him and sprinted towards the yard, Cyclops in tow. 'Guys, we've got company!' She warned her teammates as she stablished a telepathic link among them.

"Well well well… look who's decided to throw a party and didn't invite us. I'm hurt, Red."

Jean spun around to see Sabretooth leaping at her. She telekinetically stopped him midair, his claws five inches from her face. Concentrating, she expanded her telekinetic shield and hurled the feral back into the nearby woods, making sure that Creed's head hit some hard tree on the way. The rest of the X-Men watched attentively as Arclight, Harpoon, Vertigo and Riptide emerged from the same woods.

"Grab the boy!" Arclight ordered as she clapped her hands. The resulting shockwave destroyed all ice sculptures and sent the five X-Men and Nathan to the ground.

"Over my dead body!" Cyclops declared, taking of his glasses and firing a concussive blast at the villain. He retrieved a visor from his pocket and quickly put it on, standing up. 'X-Men, Nate's our priority; we can't let the Marauders get him. Archangel, take him to safety. Jean will join you a.s.a.p.,' he commanded through the link.

'Copy you, Cyke,' Warren responded and was about to fly over to the boy when his vision became doubled. Feeling sick, he groaned but tried to keep himself in the air.

"Not so fast, handsome. First, you and I are going to dance a little," Vertigo spoke, expanding her psionic swirling waves in Angel's direction until he could no longer fly and fell onto the grass.

Seeing that Warren wouldn't be coming for Nathan's aid anytime soon, Iceman pulled the boy onto one of his ice slides and skated away across the yard. Nate didn't understand what was happening, only that some strange people with powers were attacking his unit. He'd never been so afraid in his life. "R-Redd? Slym?"

"They're kinda busy, little fella. Stay close to me, okay? I'm going to get us outta here," Bobby told him.

But as soon as he'd said that, a row of Harpoon's spears hit his slide, propelling both him and Nate out of it. Thanks to Jean's telekinetic cushioning, neither hit the ground too hardly. 'Just in time, Jeannie.'

'I'll deal with Harpoon, Iceman. Now go,' the redhead ordered and immediately attacked their foe with telepathy.

Meanwhile, Riptide was rapidly spinning towards Beast, creating a vacuum suction that drew in every small object in his radium, converting them into piercing shrapnel. Hank stayed put and awaited, enduring some mild cuts in the process; only when Riptide was about to collide against him did he jump aside, leading the crook into the boathouse's porch instead. Half of its ceiling crashed over the Marauder, knocking him momentarily unconscious. 'I apologize for the inconvenience, my friends, but it was either your home or further damage to my fur.'

'Beast, help Angel up,' Cyclops ordered before firing one precise optic beam at Vertigo's temple.

'Scott, I can feel Malice among them,' Jean alerted him.

'Focus on her, Jean; she can't gain control over any of us. I'll protect Nate,' he said and ran towards his son, who was hidden behind one of Bobby's ice walls. But Arclight had already recovered from Cyclops' previous strike; she clasped her hands again, this time harder. It was as if an earthquake had shaken the grounds, making the X-Men lose balance and fall again. Angel was the only exception. He took his chance and flew in Nate's direction.

"Oh, you can't have my son, bitch," Jean declared as she lashed into Warren's mind. The telepath tried to ignore her friend's cries of pain as she worked in the astral plane to release his mind from Malice's control. In the meantime, Beast and Iceman teamed up to defeat Arclight, allowing Cyclops to finally reach Nathan. The boy was shaking in fear.

"It's okay, Nate," Scott kneeled on the ground to hug his son. "No one is taking you from us, I promise. You're safe."

Fighting Malice had rendered Jean's body temporarily vulnerable. When her psychic form finally returned from the astral plane, there was no time to defend herself from Sabretooth's claws.

"Say goodbye, frail!" The feral hissed as he slashed at her.

"Jean!" Scott yelled in horror. From his current position, chances were he would hit his wife rather than her attacker if he fired his optic beams.

"Grrrrr!"

Out of nowhere, Wolverine jumped into the fight and was able to slice Sabretooth's forearm milliseconds before it could reach Jean's neck. Only her left shoulder got scratched.

"I'm gonna end ya, Creed!"

The two arch-nemesis engaged in a personal battle, rolling onto the grass while violently slashing at each other. Angel took the chance to fly the shellshocked redhead out of their way. They regrouped with their remaining teammates in the middle of the yard.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked Jean, cupping her face and looking her over for injuries. Her shoulder was bleeding from a deep gash, and one of the straps of her dress was broken.

"I am now." She hugged her husband and son, who had grabbed one of her legs.

Beast and Iceman joined Wolverine in the fight, and the three X-Men were able to gravely injure Sabretooth. Creed limped away among the rest of the Marauders, shredding blood all across the grass. He licked his claws defiantly and shouted, "I'll be back fer ya, frail!"

Wolverine snarled; simultaneously, Cyclops' eyes flashed behind his visor. There was no way he would let Sabretooth get near his wife again. Creed didn't know, but he and Essex were as good as dead already. Scott's rage was so intense that Jean could feel it leaking through their dormant psychic rapport.

Oblivious to that, Angel glanced around the yard. "What a mess! You guys should take Nate to the mansion until we can clean everything and rebuild your porch."

"No," the woman said, picking her son up in her arms. "We'll be fine here."

'Jean, if Sinister is after Nate, he'll be more secure in a mansion full of mutants who can protect him,' Cyclops reasoned through the mind-link.

'Look at him, Scott. He's terrified. Plus, the techno-organic virus is out of control again. Nathan needs some sense of normalcy right now, and taking him to a strange place full of strange people will only aggravate his fears. We've hurt the Marauders; I don't think they're coming back so soon.'

'Sabretooth heals fast, Red. Ya know he won't stop until he gets ya,' Logan warned her.

'I'll be prepared. He caught me off guard this time. It won't happen again,' she assured her friends.

Nate was silently crying on her shoulder; by the rate the virus had spread to his upper arm and neck in the last few minutes, Cyclops concluded the boy must be in tremendous pain. 'Okay, we'll stay here tonight. Jean, take Nathan inside and do whatever you need to make sure he doesn't feel any pain. The rest of you, help me with the debris. I don't want my son to remember this fight in the morning.'

Jean raised a brow. 'Are you suggesting that I erase his memory?'

'I am. He's too young to deal with Sinister and his goons – the world doesn't need a six-year-old Cable traumatized for life. Besides, I'm sure Nate heard when I yelled your real name. You said he needs normalcy, honey; we can't afford to tell him the truth now.'

Beast examined Nathan's arm. 'Given the physiological reaction his body is demonstrating to trauma, I believe that erasing the memories of this loathsome battle might be the best approach to control the infection again,' he opined.

The redhead touched her son's mind, flinching in pain when she sensed the agony he was in. 'Alright. I don't like it, but I guess we don't have a choice.'

'We don't,' Scott sent through the link, then said aloud. "Nate, Redd will take you inside, okay? She's going to make the pain go away."

The boy nodded faintly and gripped Redd's neck again. Jean floated them over the debris and entered the house, making sure he wouldn't notice her telekinesis.

Cyclops turned to Wolverine. "Thank you, Logan. How did you know we were under attack?"

"I was meditating in the woods when I heard the fight," Wolverine explained. "Now, are we gonna take this crap outta your front door or what?"

Sunlight was long gone when Jean left Nathan's side. As Hank had predicted, once the trauma was deleted from his mind, his body reacted by fighting the techno-organic infection back to its basal state. She had helped the healing process with a little telekinesis while her telepathy had guaranteed her son didn't feel pain.

The redhead found her husband alone in the kitchen. He was shirtless, sweaty from the hard work he'd done, enjoying a beer and eating cake.

"Hey. Where's everyone?" Jean inquired.

"Gone. Some students came by to help. We were able to remove the debris sooner than I'd anticipated. I'll call the construction firm in the morning to fix the porch."

"What about Sinister? We need to find him before he comes back for Nate."

"I have a plan, but I need everyone well rested if we're going to catch that motherfucker this time. You included," Cyclops told her. "How's Nathan?"

"He's fine. The infection is under control again, and he won't remember anything that happened apart from having had a good time in his birthday party."

"Good. Is he in pain?"

"Not anymore. But he's completely worn out, the poor thing… He'll probably sleep until noon."

"You did the right thing, Jean," Scott assured her and stood up. He grabbed the first aid kit from the top shelf and returned to the table. "Come here."

"Uh?"

"We need to clean that cut, honey, otherwise it'll get infected," he said. Jean's left shoulder, collarbone and neck were smeared in dry blood, and she was still in the same dress she'd been wearing during the fight; clearly, she hadn't had time to shower yet.

"It's a little late for that now," she replied but sat at the table anyway to let him take a look at the wound. "You think Creed's up to date with his rabis shots?"

Cyclops snorted. "I doubt it."

Remembering what Sabretooth had almost done to his wife sent shivers down Scott's spine. Thank God, Wolverine had been looking out for Jean – again. He couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and jealousy towards the Canadian.

He pushed Jean's hair aside and rolled down the collar of her ruined dress, the upper part of a strapless lace bra peeking above the folded hem. Cyclops used some moist cotton pads to wipe the dried blood from her skin, taking extra-attention to the shoulder so it wouldn't start bleeding again. He bandaged the cut and continued to clean off the blood in gentle strokes. As his fingers ran up and down the soft skin above her left breast, Jean tried not to think of how close they were.

They remained silent. Scott's right hand wiped her neck in feathery moves while the other steadied her nape. Jean could feel his hot breath near her left cheek, nearer than it had been in a very long time. Enticed by his gentle caresses, the redhead spread her legs apart, allowing her husband to step in even closer. The hem of her skirt rode up, and she felt his hard member pressing against her thigh.

Before either could realize what was happening, their tongues found their way into each other's mouth, desperately searching for a long-lost familiarity. Jean's fingers gripped Scott's naked shoulders with urgency and pulled him closer. The hand he had on her neck descended to her left knee and ran up her thigh, soon reaching the panties under her skirt. With one fierce pull, Cyclops teared it apart, earning a surprised gasp from his wife.

As his fingers touched the moisture between her legs, the blocks Scott had erected around his mind after Apocalypse crumbled. Suddenly, he could feel Jean's pleasure added to his own; his pants became unbearably tight, and he had to resist the urge to come inside of them right away. Now able to telepathically sense his need, the redhead used telekinesis to free him from the inconvenient item. Mimicking her actions, Cyclops pushed her dress and bra down to her waist. Their tongues finally stopped wrestling, and his mouth travelled down to suck hard at one nipple while his thumb and index finger pinched the other. Jean moaned; her back arched backwards, and her head hit the surface of the table. She didn't mind the hurt, though.

Abruptly, Scott stopped his ministrations and hastily spun her around, her left cheek now pressed against the table. His right arm encircled her waist, and two expert fingers began to tease her clit. Jean moaned again, this time louder. When he pushed his member inside her folds, she couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure.

Each one of Cyclops' thrusts sent waves of ecstasy through Jean's body, waves that echoed back into his mind through their now alive rapport. They relished in the sensation of being once again united by body and mind, Jean in special savoring the feeling of Scott's psyche wrapped around her own. She sensed his desire, love, joy, relief… and under all those feelings, a hidden emotion that didn't quite make sense at the moment – jealousy. Before she could further analyze it, Cyclops increased the pace of his thrusts, nearly crushing her body between his and the table. As a result, Jean climaxed hard; he followed her one second later.

Still joined, Scott kissed her neck and caressed her arm lovingly. He asked her if she was alright, to which Jean responded with a satisfied 'mm-hmm'. As her mind became coherent again, the redhead inadvertently picked one errand thought from her husband's mind. It made the blood freeze in her veins.

'Is this how you've imagined being fucked by Logan, Red?'