AN: ok, you all know I don't own X-men, marvel does. I am not using this story to get money. Just using it to have fun. They are my playtoys **laughs insanely** **clears throat** uhum well, Don't flmae please! Flaming really brings me down! Please just review honestly though. This is my first X-men fic. So sorry if it sucks. I am trying to decide whether I want to add a 2nd chapter or not. I have to do some brainstorming I guess! Well, enough with me blabbering. This story is for all you Scott/Jean fans! I love them as a couple! Yay! Well enjoy!



Romance by Candlelight By: Jean Grey

Jean arose from a well-needed night's rest. She had had a rough day. She covered her mouth to muffle a yawn, trying not to wake the figure beside her. As she slowly got out of bed, the shifted weight caused the figure to stir. She stared at the figure as the moonlight bounced off his face. The darkness fighting with the light. A little smile spread across her face. She slowly got up and walked quietly out of the room. She headed down the stairs and into the bathroom. She curled her toes as she felt the coldness of the floor against them. She flipped the light switch but nothing happened. She sighed and glanced out the window. A blanket of snow covered the ground. The wind was whistling and running throughout the trees. Funny, I hope Storm's not up to something, she thought as she laughed to herself.

She turned to a cupboard and with the guide of the moonlight, grabbed a flashlight and some matches. She held the matches firmly with her other hand and slowly crept into the living room. She struck a match and carefully floated the flashlight in front of her to shine down on the mantle. She lit a candle and carefully blew out the match. With that she gently placed the flashlight on the mantle as she continued to light the other candles. With another strike of a match, she lit the other candles, until she was finished. She then placed them randomly around the room. So that the room was dimly lit, but with the romantic flare to it as well.

As she stood there watching the candles light dance across the walls, she heard a muffled grunt come from upstairs. She turned around and saw Scott standing at the top of the stairs, scratching his head. He carefully fixed his shades, making sure they were in the right place.

"Hey Lover," Jean exclaimed while a smile stretched across her face. Scott smiled and slowly stumbled down the stairs. His feet making fresh imprints on the soft carpet being treaded upon.

"Hey Hun." he said as a crooked smile was drawn on his face, 'What are the candles for?" he questioned as he crept up behind her. He slowly placed his arms around her waist, bending down to rest his chin on her shoulder. Jean looked back at the dark face resting beside hers. The light of the candles lit up his sunglasses.

"Powers out." she whispered, as she slipped out of his grasp and slowly walked into the kitchen. Scott slowly followed her as their shadows danced among the wall. Jean pointed outside to the darkness.

"That explains why the power's out. Maybe Storm was bored last night" he stated as he let out a quiet laugh. "That's what I was thinking." She replied. Scott was fixated on how beautiful her wavy red hair was lit by the moonlight shining down on her. He lifted his hand and gently ran it through her hair. She smiled as she turned around and stared through his sunglasses and into his soul. Oh how she wished she could gaze into his eyes. She only wondered what they looked like. They were probably beautiful just like him. She rose a hand and placed it on his chest. He leaned closer and gently kissed her on the forehead. Jean looked up and smiled.

"We should watch the sunrise this morning." she suggested as she grabbed his hands. She started to walk away, holding his hands behind her, swaying them slowly back and forth. Scott suddenly stopped and pulled Jean into his arms .He held her one hand and unrolled her out, as though they were dancing together. She let out a little giggle as she was swept away by Scott romantic side. He rose his one hand that was holding hers and slowly twirled her around and then eventually rolling her back into his arms. She turned around to face Scott. She placed a hand on his shoulder and another on the back of his neck. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer until their bodies touched. He gently placed his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and fell into Scott sweet embrace. Their mouth's seamed to be at war, while their bodies were burning like fire. Moments later, Jean gently parted her lips from his but to only gently bite his bottom lip. He smiled. She then laid her head on his shoulder. Scott looked down at the red haired figure leaning so close to him. It was like an angel was sent to him. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

Jean had felt the same. She felt that Scott was her whole life. She slowly glanced back up to Scott.

"I know what your thinking Scott, and I want to tell you that I feel the same way." she whispered and smiled. Since they had a connection between each other, even Scott could always tell what she was thinking. But only when she let him. It was that trust that they had for each other. It was strong. Incredibly strong. It was like a barrier that can never be broken. She brought down her hands and grasped his. He dragged her into the living room. She acted vonorable as she followed him willingly. He sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. Scott opened his legs and Jean sat in front of him, leaning back to rest on his chest.

The sun was starting to peak over the hill. It was starting to shine upon the institute. The couple continued watching as the light slowly swept the darkness away. Soon the room was covered with warmth.

Jean turned her head upwards and smiled at Scott. He pushed her hair aside and gently kissing her silky soft neck. She sighed, as it was always one of spots where it was very delicate to the touch. So with Scott's soft lips finding it's way around, it made her shudder inside. She moved her neck and looked back at Scott. Shifting her weight so she was partly on her side. She placed a hand on the back of his neck and brought him into a deep passionate kiss. He followed and placed a hand on her back. Rubbing up and down. They were both lost in the sweet embrace as their tongues fought wildly. Now turned all the way around to face Scott, Jean ran her fingers through Scott's soft brown hair. She raised her self so she was higher then Scott. She was up right but still on her knees. Straddling his lap, she leaned Scott's head back so it was resting on the cushion of the couch. She parted from his ever-so-eager lips and let her hair cover the sides of his face. He loved the way her hair rubbed against his skin. It seamed to tickle since he always shuddered when she did so. "Scott, I love you." She whispered, still staring eagerly into his eyes. This was the man she knew she was destined to be with, since the first time they laid eyes on each other. They both knew in fact that they were meant to be together. "Jean, I love you to." He replied as he smiled. He thought of their future and how wonderful it would be. This was the woman he wanted to be with until he passed on. Until he died. Even after life he wanted to be with her so they could be together forever. He knew she probably knew what he was thinking, but he didn't care. It was something he didn't want to hide. He wanted her to know exactly how he felt. While he was lost in his thoughts and she lost in hers, Jean slowly sank down and leaned back against Scott in the position she first started out in. She nestled her head into his chest that was moving up in down in a steady rhythm. She slowly closed her eyes as she felt Scott's strong arms wrap around her body. She knew she was safe. With that she fell asleep in the arms of the man of her dreams. The sun dancing upon their skin. Bringing them warmth and love. They were together, that's all that mattered.