Winter Wonderland
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Marvel does.
Chapter 4
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The sun streamed in through the window, into Scott's room. Jean growled and rolled over. Her own room was on the other side of the room and faced west, so she never had to deal with this. She was now nestled with her face against Scott's chest. She breathed in deeply. She loved the smell of him. They had slept intertwined all night. It was wonderful.
The room got brighter, as the sun continued its ascent. Jean couldn't fall back to sleep, but instead played with Scott's shirt. He awoke, with a start. Realizing she was still there, he quickly groped his face to make sure his glasses were still there before opening his eyes. Assured in their presence, Scott sat up rapidly and crawled over to the other side of the bed. He grabbed his knees.
Jean was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Scott remained silent and turned his head away from her.
"Scott…"
"We slept here all night. It isn't safe."
"Huh? What do you mean it isn't safe?"
"My glasses…sometimes they slip when I sleep…"
"But they didn't."
"But they could have."
"Scott, I trust you…"
"I've pulled them off at night before."
"Not in a long time."
"But I have."
"Scott."
"I don't trust myself."
"I trust you."
Scott was silent for almost an entire minute. Jean stared directly into his eyes. He held her gaze. "I wish I could."
Jean let her hand fall atop his, gently stroking the top with her middle finger.
"I thought we'd made progress yesterday."
"We did…its just…"
"If you don't trust yourself, trust me. I always sense when something's amiss while you're sleeping. From down the hall, Scott!"
Scott sighed. "I know." He stood up and crossed over to the window.
Jean climbed out of the bed, and joined him, laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I know you're concerned. But you can't let your fear paralyze you."
Scott didn't respond. He stared out the window, pensively. "Lots of snow."
"Yeah. Looks like we got over a foot."
"Ugh."
"Why do you hate snow so much?"
"It's not just that I hate snow. I hate winter. I don't like temperatures under 55."
Jean laughed. "You're going to be one of those snowbirds when you get older. Go down to the Florida in the winter, come back for summer."
Scott gave her a half smile. "Sounds about right."
"I don't suppose you want to go outside?"
"Nope."
"You promised."
"Yesterday I promised."
"Scott!"
He laughed now. Jean couldn't help smiling. She plopped back on the bed. "You're no fun."
"I'm fun." He jumped back onto the bed, and plunged his hands at her waist. He knew how ticklish she was, and loved to exploit it. He ran his fingers around her stomach and she wiggled and squirmed beneath him, throwing up her arms in a futile attempt to block him. He knew she wasn't trying very hard. If she was, she'd use her telekinesis. He pinned her down, and she wrapped her legs around his waist in an attempt to get his hands off of her stomach. He flopped down on his side and pulling her over to her's. He attacked her neck. Jean shrugged her shoulders up to try to immobilize his fingers. She slithered down lower, and her face was trapped against his chest. She kicked out, and pushed herself up onto her knees. Straddling him, she grabbed his hands and held them tight.
"Enough!" she gasped.
Scott laughed. "Aww, can't take a little tickling?"
Jean smirked and swatted at him with a free pillow. He laughed and pulled her towards him. She was now laying completely on top of him. It was a second before the reality of this struck either of them. Jean raised her head from its perch in the nook between his shoulder and neck. She searched for his eyes. They locked. Slowly, their lips came together. There was none of the awkwardness of the night before. It just felt right. It was a long time before they broke apart.
Jean sighed contentedly. "That was really nice."
"Yeah."
She was still on top of him, a bit afraid to move lest the wonderful feeling go away. She settled her head back into the nook she had taken it from. Her hands stroked his sides. His came up to play with her hair. They lay in silence for a while. Finally, Scott shifted awkwardly.
"Oh, do you want me to get off?"
"No… but your digging into my ribs now. Just shift to the side."
Jean did as he requested and pulled herself as close to him as she could with her legs.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes," Jean answered instantly. "I want this. I want you. I just feels right."
"Yeah."
Jean turned her head up to face him again. "You win."
Scott looked at her puzzled.
"I'd much rather be in here doing this than outside."
Scott laughed and pulled her in for another kiss.
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