Title: Tangled Webs By: Satine16
Chapter 5: Sweet Sunrise
Summary: Jean and Scott are introduced to the story with much more complexity than in the first
chapter. Jean and Scott realize how much they need one another and how the wedding proposal
was Scott's 'best idea yet.'
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel. I am doing this for the
pure enjoyment of writing. Please do not take my non-existent money!
Sunlight peeked through the shades of the bedroom and cast golden light onto the bed
waking Jean Grey from her sleep. She yawned deeply and rolled over to see her soon to be
groom. There he slept, mouth agape and nose making that funny little sound. Scott didn't snore
at all, but he made this sort of whistling sound with his nose while he slept. It was extremely odd
to anyone who wasn't Jean, because only she found it absolutely adorable. They were lying on
their sides, face to face. She slowly remembered when they had first decided to move in
together. He used to take up the entire bed while he slept. He'd also twist and turn like a tornado.
There was many an occasion where she would get booted out of bed at night, and she'd fall right
to the floor, on her butt. Scott soon realized what he was doing and he trained himself to only
take up half the bed, so she could use the other half, her half, freely. Scott was just like that. He
would have given up oxygen if it would have benefitted her. He went completely out of his way
to make her happy and to make her feel loved. She suddenly wanted to return the favor. As an
attempt to playfully wake her fiance, she ran her freshly manicured nail from his cheekbone to
his chin. He aimlessly batted at her and rolled onto his back. A small smile crept across her lips
and she took the pale blue feather pillow from behind her head. BAM!, it came down across
Scott's abdomen and brought him out of his slumber babbling.
"Gopfgrm! Bkmfr mhgph!" he shot into a sitting position and hollered.
Jean giggled for a few minutes and as Scott became conscious she kissed him.
He stared at her grinning face and stated one simple fact.
"You're evil."
"I am not!" she exclaimed, astonished and still giggling.
She kissed him again and began to slip her hands under the standard white t-shirt that he
wore with his boxers to bed. He raised one eyebrow and gave her a small half smile when she
broke away. In return, she bit her bottom lip, as if to say 'yes'.
He rolled her onto her back and began to kiss her tenderly. He pulled the sheets up over
their heads and she began to giggle softly.
About an hour and a half later the two lie under their Calvin Klein sheets talking, Scott
holding Jean tightly and close to him. He was not about to let her go by any circumstance.
"Out of all the plans and ideas I have ever cultivated while working with the Professor,
my best idea yet was made on my own terms," he said a small smile crossing his face.
"Oh yeah?" Jean asked snuggling deeper into his strong chest. "Which idea was that?"
"I went out on a limb and asked the most beautiful girl I have ever seen to marry me."
Jean turned her head and kissed him. God how she loved him. He had never caused her a
single second of pain. She didn't even have any reason to doubt his loyalty He would never even
dream of it. Then again, why was it that she had doubts about commitment in the beginning?
Why was it that one minute after she accepted his proposal, Logan's face sprung to mind? Why
did she have a sick feeling at the bottom of her stomach?
He kissed the back of her neck and she forgot all her doubts. The future with Scott would
be perfect. There was no reason to doubt him and no reason to worry. He would love her through
everything and that was what she needed. A solid rock in her life. Scott was rock solid, she
giggled to herself, literally at times. Scott was loving. Scott would be the perfect father. Scott was
her future.
She grabbed his t shirt off the bed post, slipped it on and hopped out of bed.
"Let's go make some breakfast!"
She picked his boxers up off the floor and threw them to him.
"I want you to make blueberry pancakes!"
Chapter 5: Sweet Sunrise
Summary: Jean and Scott are introduced to the story with much more complexity than in the first
chapter. Jean and Scott realize how much they need one another and how the wedding proposal
was Scott's 'best idea yet.'
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, they belong to Marvel. I am doing this for the
pure enjoyment of writing. Please do not take my non-existent money!
Sunlight peeked through the shades of the bedroom and cast golden light onto the bed
waking Jean Grey from her sleep. She yawned deeply and rolled over to see her soon to be
groom. There he slept, mouth agape and nose making that funny little sound. Scott didn't snore
at all, but he made this sort of whistling sound with his nose while he slept. It was extremely odd
to anyone who wasn't Jean, because only she found it absolutely adorable. They were lying on
their sides, face to face. She slowly remembered when they had first decided to move in
together. He used to take up the entire bed while he slept. He'd also twist and turn like a tornado.
There was many an occasion where she would get booted out of bed at night, and she'd fall right
to the floor, on her butt. Scott soon realized what he was doing and he trained himself to only
take up half the bed, so she could use the other half, her half, freely. Scott was just like that. He
would have given up oxygen if it would have benefitted her. He went completely out of his way
to make her happy and to make her feel loved. She suddenly wanted to return the favor. As an
attempt to playfully wake her fiance, she ran her freshly manicured nail from his cheekbone to
his chin. He aimlessly batted at her and rolled onto his back. A small smile crept across her lips
and she took the pale blue feather pillow from behind her head. BAM!, it came down across
Scott's abdomen and brought him out of his slumber babbling.
"Gopfgrm! Bkmfr mhgph!" he shot into a sitting position and hollered.
Jean giggled for a few minutes and as Scott became conscious she kissed him.
He stared at her grinning face and stated one simple fact.
"You're evil."
"I am not!" she exclaimed, astonished and still giggling.
She kissed him again and began to slip her hands under the standard white t-shirt that he
wore with his boxers to bed. He raised one eyebrow and gave her a small half smile when she
broke away. In return, she bit her bottom lip, as if to say 'yes'.
He rolled her onto her back and began to kiss her tenderly. He pulled the sheets up over
their heads and she began to giggle softly.
About an hour and a half later the two lie under their Calvin Klein sheets talking, Scott
holding Jean tightly and close to him. He was not about to let her go by any circumstance.
"Out of all the plans and ideas I have ever cultivated while working with the Professor,
my best idea yet was made on my own terms," he said a small smile crossing his face.
"Oh yeah?" Jean asked snuggling deeper into his strong chest. "Which idea was that?"
"I went out on a limb and asked the most beautiful girl I have ever seen to marry me."
Jean turned her head and kissed him. God how she loved him. He had never caused her a
single second of pain. She didn't even have any reason to doubt his loyalty He would never even
dream of it. Then again, why was it that she had doubts about commitment in the beginning?
Why was it that one minute after she accepted his proposal, Logan's face sprung to mind? Why
did she have a sick feeling at the bottom of her stomach?
He kissed the back of her neck and she forgot all her doubts. The future with Scott would
be perfect. There was no reason to doubt him and no reason to worry. He would love her through
everything and that was what she needed. A solid rock in her life. Scott was rock solid, she
giggled to herself, literally at times. Scott was loving. Scott would be the perfect father. Scott was
her future.
She grabbed his t shirt off the bed post, slipped it on and hopped out of bed.
"Let's go make some breakfast!"
She picked his boxers up off the floor and threw them to him.
"I want you to make blueberry pancakes!"