Chapter 22
Jean logged into her email account, and her face split into a grin when she saw the name in the "from" field. She double-clicked the message.
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To: jgrey@xavier.edu
From: grey_kyle@student.bu.edu
Subject: You go girl!
Hey cuz!
I'm seriously annoyed that you guys left without saying goodbye yesterday, but considering the mood your Mommy Dearest was in when I last saw her, I can't say I blame you for sneaking out. Shit, I can't remember the last time I saw her freaking out like that! She was madder than the time I dared you to try to levitate her good crystal....btw, did she ever get it all replaced? eg
Thought you might want to know that she told your Dad everything - which I just happened to overhear...completely by accident, you understand. g Good ole' Uncle John – he seemed to take it a lot better than Elaine had hoped. His reaction was something along the lines of "Well, they're not kids anymore, dear. It was bound to happen sooner or later." and "Scott's a fine young man, and he makes Jean very happy." I may be paraphrasing, but you get the general idea. He wasn't pulling out the shotgun, at any rate.
Maybe Elaine was just pissed that she wasn't getting as much action as either of her little girls were the night before. **shudders** Ugh – there's a mental image I don't need: Elaine and John making the beast with two backs. Must go lobotomize myself now....
Anyhow, my little slut puppy, veg I just wanted to I'd let you know what I knew.
TTFN,
Kyle
P.S. Darcy and I agree – you and Scott are revoltingly perfect for each other. We also think Scott's a hottie. g
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Jean laughed and hit the "reply" button.
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To: grey_kyle@student.bu.edu
From: jgrey@xavier.edu
Subject: Re: You go girl!
Hey you,
First of all, no, my mother never did get all her crystal replaced – in case you hadn't noticed, she still shoots me a dirty look and sighs VERY loudly every time she has to use the new crystal at family gatherings. So yeah, thanks for that. *glares*
I'm not surprised Mom went running to Dad – but I must admit I'm surprised Dad didn't get more upset. I know he likes Scott, but you'd think he'd be a bit more interested in defending the honor of his youngest daughter, wouldn't you? *frowns* Oh well – guess I shouldn't complain.
And excuse me, "slut puppy"?? Next time I see you I'm going to hurt you – badly.
I'm glad you and Darcy liked Scott – paws off, though, he's all mine! ;-) For the record, Scott really liked you guys, too. It's just a little mutual admiration society, isn't it? *gags*
Talk to you soon!
Jean
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She took some time to respond to another couple of emails, ones she'd been meaning to reply to for a while. Once Jean was caught up on her correspondence, she did a final check for new messages, and saw that Kyle had already emailed her back.
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To: jgrey@xavier.edu
From: grey_kyle@student.bu.edu
Subject: tsk tsk!
I'm glad you and Darcy liked Scott – paws off, though, he's all mine! ;-) For the record, Scott really liked you guys, too. It's just a little mutual admiration society, isn't it? *gags*
Jeannie, Jeannie, Jeannie – now that you're in a *ahem* "serious" relationship you'd better learn how to get that gag reflex under control. I'll email you some tips! vbeg
K.
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Jean choked on a laugh, even as her eye bugged out in shock. Shaking her head, she logged off, silently vowing to deal with Kyle later.
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Jean knocked on Scott's door before pushing her way into this room. She noticed as she opened the door opened that Scott had very quickly snapped his laptop shut, and was now looking at her rather guiltily.
"Hey," he said, in what she was sure he hoped was a casual tone.
"What were you doing?" Jean asked in amusement, one eyebrow quirked.
"Nothing – just research for a paper I'm working on," he answered quickly. She smirked. Hands down, Scott was the world's worst liar.
"Really? What's the paper about?"
"Uh, it's for...um, history," he stammered, and Jean laughed loudly.
"That's the best you could come up with?"
He sighed, knowing that the ruse was up.
"Seriously, Scott, what were you doing?"
"I told you, research."
"About....?"
"Stuff," he said evasively.
Her eyes narrowed. "Why were you trying to hide it? Were you surfing porn sites again?"
"What?! Of course not!" Scott replied with an outraged shriek. "And I told you, that was Evan, not me – he borrowed my computer while his was being upgraded."
Jean bit her lip to keep from grinning. "Then what were you just looking at?"
Defeated, Scott sighed. "Fine. If you really want to know, see for yourself," he told her as he stood and motioned for her to take his seat in front of the computer.
She flipped up the monitor and choked out a laugh. "You're reading up on the female orgasm?"
Scott crossed his arms defensively and glared at her, even as his cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. "As a matter of fact, yes. I don't buy into your theory that women can't climax during intercourse."
"I never said women can't, I just said most don't, there's a difference," Jean clarified, trying very hard to keep the smile off her face.
"Whatever. The point is, I was trying to figure out how to make sure you enjoy it as much as I do."
Suddenly very ashamed of teasing him, Jean stood and moved into Scott's arms. "I can't believe you would go to all that trouble," she admitted, hugging him tightly. "You're probably the sweetest man on the planet. You know that, right?"
She felt him shrug, and his arms tightened around her. "It just doesn't seem right, that's all. If there's anything I can do to make it better for you, I want to know what it is."
"So....did you learn anything?" she asked, only half joking, pulling back to look up at him with a small smile.
"Maybe a thing or two. Want to see if they work?" he asked in a husky voice before kissing her.
"It's still early, Scott. What if someone hears us....?" Her words trailed off as Scott cupped her ass with both hands and pulled her against him. Jean gasped.
"We'll be quiet," he whispered.
"What if someone comes looking for us?" she asked, her voice breathy.
"Then we'll pretend we're not here," he said simply, his hands moving up to grasp the hem of her shirt. He quickly pulled it off, and resumed kissing her.
"But what if –"
"Stop worrying," he chastised softly as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms.
"Ok," she relented in a whisper, allowing Scott to lead her over to his bed. With two quick telekinetic flicks she locked the door and turned off the light.
Afterwards Jean snuggled into Scott's embrace and made a little contented sound.
"You're awfully pleased with yourself, aren't you?" she said softly, a smile on her lips.
"Shouldn't I be?" he chuckled.
Jean just buried her head in Scott's neck and sighed.
"You're not falling asleep, are you?" he murmured several minutes later.
"Nope," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I thought it was the guy who was supposed to fall asleep after sex?" Scott chuckled.
"I'm not falling asleep, I just need a little nap," Jean clarified, closing her eyes.
Her "little nap" lasted until Scott's alarm went off the next morning.
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