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Chapter 15

"So, do you and Jean have big plans for tomorrow night?" Kurt asked as he and Scott were waiting in the cafeteria line for lunch.

"Tomorrow's Wednesday, why would we have big plans?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten?" Kurt asked in amazement. "Tomorrow's the two-month anniversary of your first date!"

"First of all, it scares me that you're keeping track," Scott said dryly. "Second, so it's our two-month anniversary – what's the big deal?"

"Two months is the magic number," Kurt explained patiently. "If a relationship's not going to last, it generally tanks by the six-week mark. So when you reach two months, it's a big achievement. It should be celebrated accordingly."

Scott thought about that for a minute. "You think Jean's expecting us to celebrate?"

Kurt shook his head in disapproval. "Probably, but that's not the point. Anniversaries are important to girls – they keep track of everything. If you want to score points, you'll make sure to acknowledge this anniversary in some way."

"Really?" Scott asked, still skeptical.

"Trust the fuzzy one, Scott," Kurt said with a grin. "Have I ever led you wrong before?"

Scott arched an eyebrow at his friend in amusement. "I'm pleading the Fifth on that."

"Like, what are you and Scott planning for tomorrow night?" Kitty quizzed Jean. They were sitting at a table in the cafeteria waiting for the boys to join them.

"What's tomorrow night?" Rogue asked as Jean opened her mouth to pose the same question.

"Well, duh! It's the two-month anniversary of Scott and Jean's first date!" Kitty said in exasperation.

"It is?" Jean asked, surprised that she hadn't realized it before now. "Huh, I guess you're right."

Kitty's jaw dropped in shock. "You, like, forgot?"

Jean shrugged noncommittally and blushed slightly.

"Why's this so important?" Rogue asked, looking from one girl to the other.

"Two months is, like, the anniversary that establishes you as a serious couple," Kitty explained. "Most couples don't make it to this point, so it's, like, a totally huge deal."

"Oh, fer cryin' out loud," Rogue groaned tiredly and rolled her eyes.

Kitty glared at the other girl before turning her attention back to Jean. "So you, like, don't have any plans yet?"

"Scott hasn't said anything, so none as far as I know," she replied. Jean wasn't sure if she was relieved that Scott didn't seem to be making a big deal out of it, or annoyed that he didn't think it was a milestone worth celebrating. Of course, she could hardly blame him for not making any plans when she herself hadn't given it any thought.

"Ugh! Boys can be, like, so totally frustrating sometimes!" Kitty said, exasperated. "They never remember anniversaries! Why is it so hard for them to remember, like, the simple things?"

"One word, Kitty: testosterone," Jean smirked. "Boys' brains are wired differently. They're more primal – they're programmed to hunt and protect, and do manly-man stuff like that. They're much more animalistic than girls – and I don't mean that the way it sounds. They're just not programmed to remember things like birthdays or anniversaries – "

"Or, in some cases, how to walk upright," Rogue interjected, and Jean burst out laughing.

"Exactly," Jean agreed through her laughter. "Of course, there are exceptions to every rule," she clarified as Scott and Kurt approached the table.

"What's so funny?" Scott asked as he took his seat next to Jean.

"Oh, nothing," she said with a smile. "Just discussing the inherent differences between the sexes."

Scott quirked his eyebrow and regarded Jean suspiciously. "Why am I suddenly glad that we got here for the end of the conversation instead of the beginning?"

"'Cause you're smarter than the average bear?" Rogue suggested innocently, causing Kitty to choke on her sandwich and Jean to almost spit her drink across the table. The girls' faces were red from laughing, and Scott and Kurt could do nothing but look at each other in confusion.

"Why is she quoting Yogi Bear, and why do they think it's so funny?" Kurt asked quietly.

Scott shook his head, completely bewildered. "I have no idea. Suffice it to say that girls are strange."

*****

Wednesday turned out to be grey and snowy – a perfect winter day, as far as Jean was concerned. The topic of their two-month anniversary hadn't come up between Scott and Jean the previous day, so Jean wasn't expecting anything when there was a knock on her bedroom door shortly after dinner.

"C'mon in," Jean called from her place on the bed.

"Hey," Scott greeted as he entered her room. At the sound of his voice, Jean looked up from the textbook she was reading.

"Hey," she replied with a breath-taking smile. "What's up?"

"Oh, not much," he told her with a shrug. "Just wondering if you might have someplace to put these." With that he produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back. Jean's eyes went wide.

"Oh, Scott – they're beautiful!" she exclaimed, jumping off the bed and rushing over to him.

"Happy two-month anniversary," he said softly before kissing her. When he released her from the kiss, Jean glanced up at him, an eyebrow arched suspiciously.

"You remembered?" she asked.

Scott flushed and scratched the back of his head nervously. "Um, actually Kurt reminded me," he admitted.

Jean giggled. "Don't worry, Kitty had to point it out to me."

She took the flowers from Scott and raised them to her nose, inhaling deeply "Hmmmm, gorgeous," she said in approval. "Five yellow and two red?"

"A yellow one for each year we've been friends, a red one for each month we've been together," he explained, slightly embarrassed.

"I had no idea you were such a romantic," Jean told him with a grin, touched that he'd given it so much thought. "I love them, thank you. And I love you."

Scott couldn't help but return her smile. "I love you, too. Now get some warm clothes on and let's go skating."

Jean grinned wider and reached up to kiss him. "You really are wonderful," she told him before ushering him out of her room. "I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes."

"I didn't plan on us having so much company," Scott admitted as he and Jean leisurely glided around the lake. Several other students were playing hockey on one side of the lake, while a handful of others were horsing around in the same general area he and Jean were skating.

"Don't worry about it," Jean reassured him, squeezing his hand.

"Crap! Heads up!" one of the hockey players shouted. Jean glanced up and was able to quickly put up a TK shield to keep Amara from being decapitated by a run-away puck.

The younger girl looked at Jean in wide-eyed relief. "Jean, thank you so much! I didn't even see it coming."

"Guys, come on, be a little more careful!" Scott hollered to the boys.

"Do you ever feel like our real job as X-men is just to keep the younger students from killing each other?" Jean asked as she and Scott resumed skating.

Scott chuckled. "All the time, Jean, all the time."

They'd stayed outside for a while longer, but finally got tired of the crowd and retreated to the mansion. Jean led Scott back up to her room, and closed the door behind them. Scott regarded her quizzically.

"Take your shirt off," she ordered gently.

His eyebrows shot up so high they practically disappeared under his fringe of bangs. "Huh?"

Jean smirked. "Down, boy. Take your shirt off and lie on the bed."

Scott was confused, but obeyed. Although he'd been shirtless around Jean many times over the years, he felt self-conscious undressing in front of her. He realized, however, that he wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, he just was hoping she would approve of what she saw. Jean half watched him remove his shirt, then disappeared into her little bathroom while Scott toed off his shoes and made himself comfortable on her bed. When Jean emerged, he was leaning against the head board, arms crossed across his bare chest. Jean glanced at him approvingly, admiring his defined muscles. She used her telekinesis to turn off the bright overhead light and to turn on her softer desk lamp, leaving the room in a dusky darkness.

"Ok, on your stomach," she told him. Scott looked unsure as he slid down the bed and flipped over. He felt the bed dip as Jean climbed up, and was surprised when instead of settling next to him, she straddled his hips and sat lightly on his butt.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to twist around to see her.

"Lie still," Jean ordered. "This is my two-month anniversary gift to you." He did as he was told, and was rewarded by the amazing sensation of Jean's cool hands on his warm skin. She barely touched him, methodically skimming her hands up and down his back soothingly. She slowly increased the pressure, moving up and down his back in long smooth strokes. Scott moaned in contentment and let himself sink deeper into the mattress. Jean chuckled.

"You like that, huh?" she asked softly.

"Hmmmm-hmmmmm," was all he could say.

"I know you strained something in your back during training this morning – even though you tried to hide it," Jean said, scolding him just a little bit. "I thought this might help loosen things up."

Scott groaned as she started working a particularly tender spot, and Jean fought back a grin. She was thoroughly enjoying the fact that she was capable of making him emit these groans of pleasure. She paused and Scott made a soft sound of protest.

"Shhhh, I'm not stopping, don't worry," she assured him as she popped the cap on the bottle of lotion she'd retrieved from the bathroom. She rubbed the liquid between her hands to warm it, and resumed her ministrations.

The lotion allowed Jean's hands to move more smoothly across his skin, to kneed deeper into the muscles and alleviate the tension. This was the first time she'd ever touched Scott like this, and she was enjoying her exploration. She loved the way his muscles felt under her fingers, how soft and warm his skin was. His body was relaxing beneath her, his breathing slowing and growing deeper as he submitted himself to her.

Jean reapplied the lotion, then allowed her hands to move all the way up Scott's back to his shoulders and neck. She gently pulled down on his shoulders, lowering them from their position up around his ears, easing the tension.

"Oh God," Scott moaned softly. "That feels so incredible, Jean."

Jean's body flashed hot and her stomach dropped at the tone of his voice. The wave of desire that washed over her was almost overwhelming. All of a sudden she wanted to kiss him until they couldn't think straight. She wanted to strip him naked and run her hands over his whole body, and have him do the same to her.

No, Jean, stop it. Scott needs this – you're helping him feel better. Just behave, she ordered herself angrily.

But you could help him feel even better if you flipped him over and ravaged him, a naughty little voice whispered from deep inside herself.

Stop it! Nice girls don't do things like that, Jean argued back.

To hell with that! What fun is it being a 'nice girl', anyway? Be a little bit bad, Jean – you owe it to yourself…and to Scott, the naughty voice said enticingly. You want him, you know he wants you – there's nothing stopping you. Why not make your two-month anniversary really memorable...?

Jean bit her lip as a silent war was waged between her conscience and her libido, but continued massaging Scott's shoulders and back. Before she knew it, she had leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss between his shoulder blades. And then another. And another.

"Scott...?" Jean whispered, nuzzling that spot gently.

No response.

"Scott?" she said his name again a little bit louder and sat up slightly, glancing down at his face. His lips were slightly parted, and he was breathing deeply and evenly. He was fast asleep.

Jean stared down at him in disbelief for several long seconds. Finally she shook her head and chuckled. It figures, she thought in frustrated amusement.

Climbing off of her perch atop Scott's rump, she slipped off the bed and into the bathroom to prepare for sleep. Scott hadn't moved by the time she was done, and she didn't have the heart to wake him. Instead she used her TK to lift Scott enough to pull back the covers, then climbed into bed next to him, pulling the blankets up over them. She draped an arm across his waist and kissed his shoulder.

Next time, Scott, she promised silently.

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