Title: Not So
Innocent
Author:
babs81481
Rated: PG
Note: '*' means talking mentally
Disclaimer: I own NADA
Story:
Jean sat on the chest at
the foot of her bed and shook her head sadly as she heard her bedroom door
slam. It echoed her room and then she pursed her lips in anger.
'Why was he acting like
that?' she questioned herself. She clinched her fist and pounded the chest.
She didn't even hear her
door re-open as Professor Xavier wheeled in.
*I sense that you are
angry, young Jean,* he spoke to her with his telepathy.
*Yes,* Jean replied,
using hers.
*Your first fight with
Scott?*
*And the last!*
*What was it about?* The
Professor was not one to pry in the lives of the team, but when it could hurt
the team, he wants to know.
*I wouldn't open up
myself.*
*Let me ask you this:
Was Scott opening up to you?*
*Yes. He told me about
his childhood in Alaska and his family, or what he remembered of his family.
And he asked me, and I wouldn't* Jean paused. * I couldn't.*
*Why?*
*Ann(i)e. It would bring
back too much hurt.*
*I understand. Maybe you
aren't ready for a relationship, especially with Scott. I know and understand
the wants, the needs, the past of all my students and Scott is not one to open
up to just anyone. He has chosen to tell you and he felt betrayed when you
wouldn't tell him yours.*
Jean took a deep breath
and let it out. "Professor, if you'll excuse me, I need the time to
think."
"Of course. Just do
me one favor, think about what I said." Professor left the room.
She sat on her bed and
started crying. "I love Scott. He was my knight in shining armor, my
prince on a white horse. But because I am scared of my past, I couldn't tell
him."
She sat up and wiped her
eyes. She stood up and straightened her blue jeans and fixed her blue tank top.
She slipped on her NIKE's and walked out of her room and to the back door. She
glanced out the window and saw Scott on the porch swing. She took a deep breath
and opened the door. She walked past him without looking or speaking to him.
She sat down by the lake
and stared at the sun's reflection on the lake. Without noticing another
reflection appearing, she was surprised by strong arms scooping up her and
taking her higher in the sky.
"Put me down,
mister!" she screamed at Warren.
"Are you sure you
want me to do that?" Warren replied, motioning her to look down. He held
her above the water.
She relaxed in his arms
and sighed. He flew her back in the direction of the mansion.
"So, what's
wrong?" he asked as he placed her on solid ground. She looked over at the
porch swing and Scott was gone.
"Scott and I had an
argument," she told him and sighed.
"Oh. Sorry to hear
that." Warren paused and usually wasn't direct, but he decided to try it
out. "Would you like to go out to dinner and talk about it?"
Jean smiled and
shrugged. "Sure."
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was an innocent
dinner, but not an innocent night. They returned home around 11pm, and he
escorted her to her room. She smiled at him and slipped off her high heels and
looked at Warren.
"Thank you for the
lovely evening," she told him.
"Hey, no problem,"
Warren replied. "I had fun."
"Me, too."
Their hands interlocked
and their bodies touched. His wings broke the shirt and he wrapped it around
her. The feathers of his wings touched her almost bare back. It felt good.
His head turned to the
side and he leaned down and kissed her lips. She didn't resist as their lips
locked and their tongues met. He used his wings to pull her closer and she
moaned lightly. They released their lips, but stayed close.
She looked at Warren's
blue eyes and smiled. He smiled back and looked into her emerald color eyes. As
he was about to re-lock their lips, Jean looked away and Scott was standing by
his door, looking at them. She quickly unlocked their hands and got out of
Warren's wings. By the time she did, Scott had already entered his room and
slammed his door.
Jean walked to his room
and knocked on the door.
From inside, he yelled,
"GO AWAY!"
"Please, Scott,
don't do this," Jean said calmly. "Just let me in and let me explain
what happened."
"No need to. I saw
what happened." Scott was defiantly calmer.
"No, you don't. It
was innocent. the kiss was innocent. He is only a friend."
"Really?"
Warren asked. "I'm just a friend?" Warren walked to his room and shut
the door behind.
Jean walked to her room
and sat down on her bed. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Now she
was defiantly screwed. She was 'still' with Scott, but she had kissed Warren.
It wasn't so innocent.
End of Part 1