Written in response to a challenge posted by Perch_and_Creep over at the X-Fiction Yahoo Group.
I've taken two lines and let them marinate in my mind, inspiring this
fic. The lines I chose will be all in caps.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. It ain't fair!
Rating: R (Just to be on the safe side)
Archive: You want? Take. Just let me know.
"The Bet"
SCOTT SUMMERS IS A HIGH.
Maybe I should rephrase that; SEX with Scott Summers is a high. A
high very few are fortunate enough to experience. Now I understand
the silly grin Jean usually has plastered on her face at breakfast.
Scott is an amazing lover. Gentle, but forceful at the same time.
I never thought I'd be here, collapsed across my bed, deliciously
sated as our fearless leader struggles to catch his breath beside me.
Fearless leader. Now there's a term that has taken on a whole new
meaning
When he first showed up at my door, I thought I had missed a Danger
Room session or something. Imagine my surprise when his arms slid
around me, pulling me against his hard body, and his lips covered
mine in a searing kiss. We moved further into my room, Scott
kicking the door shut and reaching blindly behind himself to lock it.
After a few moments he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air,
craving the taste of him. I dropped my hands to his belt, fumbled
with the buckle in my haste to see as much of him as possible. I
wanted him.
He caught my hand, warned me to slow down, reminding me that we had
all night.
Oh, and what a night it was.
A low chuckle brings me back to the present, and I roll over onto my
side, propping my head in one hand.
He turns his head toward me, the smile on his lips dies. His eyes
are hidden behind the visor, but I know he regrets coming to my
room. I know he regrets coming to my bed. It's written all over his
face.
I flop onto my back as Scott gathers his clothes and dresses in
silence. He heads toward the door, hesitating a moment before
slipping from my room.
Oh well, I guess it's back to reality tomorrow. I can deal with that.
But damn if tonight wasn't pure perfection.
I can feel a smile slowly spread across my face as I close my eyes
and wait for sleep.
********************
Scott Summers ascends the stairs, heading towards the attic loft. He
knocks on the door and waits patiently for Ororo to open the door.
As the light from inside the room falls on him, Scoot looks up to
find Ororo standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"So?" she arches a perfect eyebrow.
"You were right," he sighs. "REMY LEBEAU IS THAT SMALL WHEN ERECT."
"Told you," she smiles triumphantly.
"Yes, you told me. Therefore you win the bet," Scott grins
wickedly. "Shall I give you your reward now, or would you prefer to
wait?"
"What do you think?" she turns away from the door, leaving it open in
obvious invitation.
Laughing, he steps into the room, shutting the door behind him.
END
I've taken two lines and let them marinate in my mind, inspiring this
fic. The lines I chose will be all in caps.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Never will. It ain't fair!
Rating: R (Just to be on the safe side)
Archive: You want? Take. Just let me know.
"The Bet"
SCOTT SUMMERS IS A HIGH.
Maybe I should rephrase that; SEX with Scott Summers is a high. A
high very few are fortunate enough to experience. Now I understand
the silly grin Jean usually has plastered on her face at breakfast.
Scott is an amazing lover. Gentle, but forceful at the same time.
I never thought I'd be here, collapsed across my bed, deliciously
sated as our fearless leader struggles to catch his breath beside me.
Fearless leader. Now there's a term that has taken on a whole new
meaning
When he first showed up at my door, I thought I had missed a Danger
Room session or something. Imagine my surprise when his arms slid
around me, pulling me against his hard body, and his lips covered
mine in a searing kiss. We moved further into my room, Scott
kicking the door shut and reaching blindly behind himself to lock it.
After a few moments he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air,
craving the taste of him. I dropped my hands to his belt, fumbled
with the buckle in my haste to see as much of him as possible. I
wanted him.
He caught my hand, warned me to slow down, reminding me that we had
all night.
Oh, and what a night it was.
A low chuckle brings me back to the present, and I roll over onto my
side, propping my head in one hand.
He turns his head toward me, the smile on his lips dies. His eyes
are hidden behind the visor, but I know he regrets coming to my
room. I know he regrets coming to my bed. It's written all over his
face.
I flop onto my back as Scott gathers his clothes and dresses in
silence. He heads toward the door, hesitating a moment before
slipping from my room.
Oh well, I guess it's back to reality tomorrow. I can deal with that.
But damn if tonight wasn't pure perfection.
I can feel a smile slowly spread across my face as I close my eyes
and wait for sleep.
********************
Scott Summers ascends the stairs, heading towards the attic loft. He
knocks on the door and waits patiently for Ororo to open the door.
As the light from inside the room falls on him, Scoot looks up to
find Ororo standing in the doorway, hands on her hips.
"So?" she arches a perfect eyebrow.
"You were right," he sighs. "REMY LEBEAU IS THAT SMALL WHEN ERECT."
"Told you," she smiles triumphantly.
"Yes, you told me. Therefore you win the bet," Scott grins
wickedly. "Shall I give you your reward now, or would you prefer to
wait?"
"What do you think?" she turns away from the door, leaving it open in
obvious invitation.
Laughing, he steps into the room, shutting the door behind him.
END