Chapter 21

Something tickling her shoulder slowly roused Jean from sleep. She shifted slightly and made a sleepy protest, hoping the fluttering would stop and she would sink back down into the wonderful dream she'd been having.

A warm chuckle by her ear brought her the rest of the way to consciousness. "Morning," Scott murmured before he continued trailing kisses over her shoulder, her back, her neck – everywhere he could reach without releasing her from his arms.

"Mmmmm...g'morning," she muttered sleepily, her lips curling into a smile as she rolled over in his arms, pressing her chest against his and tangling her legs with his. She grinned when his breath caught at the contact. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, trying to find his eyes through the dark red lenses of his sleeping goggles.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked.

"Better than I can ever remember," he told her with a crooked grin. "You still ok with everything?"

Jean smiled at him. "Yes, Scott, I'm very ok with everything."

He swooped down and kissed her soundly. Whether he'd intended it or not, that kiss snowballed and passions rose quickly, and they made love for the second time.

"Christ, Jean, you're turning me into an addict," Scott playfully complained some time later as they lay in bed, Jean still sprawled on top of him. He traced lazy circles on her lower back, and she was practically purring in contentment.

"Hi, my name is Scott, and I'm a nymphomaniac," she deadpanned.

"More like a Jeanomaniac," he corrected, and Jean groaned at the bad joke. "I just can't seem to get enough of you."

"So you only want me for the sex now, is that?" Jean teased, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Pretty much," Scott grinned back at her, fending off a playful blow from her fist.

Scott's stomach made a point of letting its demands known at that point, grumbling loudly. Jean laughed. "Do you want to order room service?" she asked. "I don't really feel like leaving the room yet."

"Room service sounds perfect," he agreed, releasing Jean. She sat up and looked around for some clothes to slip on; she grabbed Scott's dress shirt off the floor, and shrugged it on before slipping from beneath the covers.

Scott watched her with an appreciative gaze. "That shirt looks so much better on you than it did on me," he told her. She glanced over her shoulder at him and winked, swaying her hips seductively as she crossed the room.

"I am in so much trouble," Scott chuckled softly to himself as Jean called in their order.

They watched television and kissed lazily as they waited for the food to arrive. "You realize I'm not going to want to spend a night away from you now," Scott murmured against her lips.

"Hmmmm, I know what you mean. We'll just have to alternate sneaking into each others room after curfew," she agreed impishly.

"Really?" he asked hopefully, drawing back to look at her.

"No, not really," Jean laughed. "I don't think Professor X would object to weekend sleepovers, though."

"I'll take what I can get."

When a knock sounded at the door, Jean slipped out of Scott's embrace and scrambled out of bed.

"You're not answering the door dressed like that, are you?" Scott asked, scooping her panties up of the floor and dangling them from a finger, his eyebrow quirked in amusement.

She glanced down at herself, still dressed only in Scott's shirt. "Just a second please!" she called as she snatched her underwear from his hand and slipped them on. She stuck her tongue out at him as she headed towards the door.

Jean was blocked by the door when she opened it, but he could hear speaking softly and the clinking of cutlery as she took the tray.

"Oh! Hi, Mom!" she said loudly.

*Not funny,* Scott sent to her.

*Not kidding,* came her slightly panicked reply just as he heard a strangled screech from the corridor.

"Jean Elizabeth! How could you let anyone see you dressed like that?" Scott heard Elaine Grey hiss in a scandalized voice. The next thing he knew Jean and the room service trolley were moving quickly backwards into the room with Elaine close behind, slamming the door shut. Scott grabbed the blankets and made sure his nakedness was completely covered. Elaine's gaze fell on Scott, and the temperature in the room dropped noticeably. He suddenly had a very good idea from whom Jean had inherited her notorious temper.

"Good morning, Mrs. Grey. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't get up," he said dryly. Jean barked out a laugh and quickly brought her hand up to hide her grin.

Spinning on her daughter, she shouted, "For the love of God, where's your sense of decency?"

"Decency?" Jean repeated, not understanding.

"I'm not stupid, Jean, I know very well the two of you have been doing," Elaine snapped.

"So? We're in our own room, Mom. We're not doing anything wrong!"

"You're too young –"

"We're both 18!" Jean yelled back.

"You're still in high school, for god sake!"

"Yes, and until last night we were probably the only virgins left in our graduating class," Jean said snidely.

"How dare you speak to me that way!"

"No, Mother, how dare you barge in here and speak to us like that!"

Fighting the urge to crawl under the bed and hide until the war was over, Scott decided he should finally step in. "Mrs. Grey," he called gently to draw her attention.

"I don't want to hear it, Scott!" Elaine told him briskly. "Surely Charles doesn't condone this kind of behavior!"

Unclear about to whom the remark had been directed, Jean and Scott exchanged a look.

"Actually, Professor Xavier is quite supportive of our relationship," Scott admitted.

 Elaine obviously hadn't been expecting that response, and she snapped her mouth shut and glared at the two teenagers. Jean put her hands on her hips and stared at her mother defiantly.

"Mrs. Grey, I love Jean very much," Scott announced in an attempt to appease the older woman. "Jean's the most important person in my life, and I would never do anything to hurt her."

Elaine turned to look at her daughter, as if asking for confirmation.

"This isn't just a fling, Mom. Scott and I have been best friends since we met, you know that," Jean said. "I love him."

"You're both very young and very foolish," Elaine said coldly. "This so-called relationship will never last, no matter what you may think." She spun on her heel and stormed out of the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my mother the bitch," Jean muttered as she turned towards Scott.

"No shit," Scott agreed with a derisive snort.

"You know," Jean said slowly as she wandered over to the bed, "just to spite her, we're going to have to stay together until the day we die."

Scott laughed, all the tension he'd been feeling suddenly evaporating. "How did you grow up to be so…normal?"

"'Normal' is a matter of opinion," Jean smirked. "But you're forgetting that I escaped her evil clutches when I was eight. I had to slip into a two-year coma to get away from her, but it worked. She's had very little affect on me since the Professor took me in."

"Remind me to thank him when we get home," he grinned.

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*Jen clears her throat and breaks into song*  "Weeeeeeeeeelll! Jean's mom's a bitch, she's a great big bitch, she's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world! She's a stupid bitch, if there ever was a bitch, she's a bitch to all the boys and girls!"  *Jen pauses when she notices the looks of confusion*  Oh, come on! Don't tell me you don't know the Kyle's Mom is a Bitch song from South Park?! It's a classic, people, a classic! Anyhow, this is the song that popped into my head as I was writing that scene, so I thought I'd share.  ; )