Encounters with an Icy Table

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Chapter 12

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Jean squinted awake as the sunlight peered through her blinds.  She sat up, puzzled.  She was in her bedroom.  The last thing she remembered was studying in the library.  She quickly looked at the clock.  It was 6:45am.  Good, she hadn't overslept for her 9 o'clock exam.  The indicator light for the alarm was on.  She didn't remember setting it.  Clicking the button, she saw it was set for 7am, just the right time.  Climbing out of bed, she realized that she was still in the same clothes she'd been wearing the day before.  Granted, it was flannel pants and a T shirt because she had done nothing but study, but it was still yesterday's clothing, and she never did that.  Why couldn't she remember going to bed?  She remembered Scott coming to visit her, and then going to make her dinner, then nothing else.  He must have come back and found her asleep.

Jean trudged down the hall to Scott's room.  She paused outside the door.  It was early.  Should she wake him?  She tried the doorknob.  It was unlocked.  She tiptoed in. 

"Morning sleepyhead," Scott called from the bed.  He was awake, reading.  Jean climbed up the bed to lay beside him.

"Morning."

"How did you sleep?"

"Good, I think."

Scott chuckled. "You were out cold when I came back with dinner."

"I figured that."
"I didn't want to wake you, so I carried you up to your room as carefully as possible."

Jean smiled.  "You even remembered to set my alarm."

Scott nodded.  "Think you're ready for your exam?"

"Yeah."

"Good.  What time does that go till?"

"Two, I think."

"Any other classes today?"

Jean shook her head.  "Just a little lab work.  An hour or two."

"Okay.  Wanna do something again tonight?"

"That would be nice."

Scott smiled, then frowned. "Shit."

"What?"

"The Professor scheduled an extra Danger Room session for 6."

"Ugh."

"Yeah, exactly."

"Well, we can do something after that."

Scott nodded.  "Any preference?"

"Surprise me."

"Sure."

Scott leaned in towards Jean, pulling her chin up, and bringing her in for a kiss.  When they finally broke apart, Jean was grinning widely. 

"Am I getting better?"

She laughed.  "Scott, you were never bad.  You were just nervous.  But yes, the kisses are getting much better."  She kissed him again.  They sat there making out for a while until Jean pulled back.

"Unfortunately, I have to go get ready now."

She hoisted herself off the bed.  Scott leaned in for a last kiss.  "Have a good day." He smiled as she left the room.

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Jean stood at the lab bench placing her samples into the centrifuge.  Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but a section had fallen out, and she kept pushing that out of her face.  Her exam had gone well.  It was long, but she felt confident.  Hank sat at the computer, entering data.

"So was it easy?"  he asked.

"I wouldn't say easy.  But I was prepared."

"Worked all day yesterday, huh?"

Jean nodded.  "I wish I could take in information as easily as you do."

"You're smart, Jeannie."

"Not as smart as you."

Hank shrugged.  "You manage to excel."

"I guess so."

They worked in silence for a while.

"Scott was very funny yesterday.  He didn't want you to run yourself down.  He was following me around for a while…'should I go see how she is?'…'if you want, but you know how Jeannie gets when she's studying'…it was quite amusing."

Jean smiled. "I fell asleep studying, and he carried me up to my room.  And even set my alarm."

"Always detail oriented."

Jean nodded.

"You had a good time with him the other night, huh?"

"Amazing."

Hank smiled. 

"Good to see you don't side with Warren."

"Nah.  I mean, we did all agree not to pursue you, but that was five years ago, and it's a special case.  He's crazy about you, and it seems you feel the same way.  So, no, I don't agree with Warren.  He needs to get over it, he's got plenty of girls.  But Jeannie, don't start fights."

"I don't!"

"Jeannie, you and Warren have fought, what, three times in the last few days?"

Jean nodded, scowling.

"Don't egg him on.  Tell him you're happy with Scott, and leave it at that."

"He challenges me."

"I know.  Be the better person."

"My temper gets the better of me."
"I know.  I've seen it.  But try.  I'm going to talk to him too."

Jean nodded.  "Thank you."

"I have a feeling that the current animosity is the impetus for the extra Danger Room session tonight.  I'll see you later."

Hank gathered his bag, and left the room.  Jean programmed the centrifuge to do what she wanted it to.

"Hey."

Jean spun around to see Scott coming into the room.  He looked good in his fitted T shirt, and blue jeans.  She smiled.  He jumped up to sit on the table. 

"Got a problem."

"Oh?"  Jean came over to him.

"My back hurts like hell."

"I completely forgot about those wounds.  How are they?"
"Yeah, I'd forgotten about them too.  Apparently, they're angry."

"Okay, off."  She said, tugging on his shirt.  He pulled it over his head, and she went behind him to take a look. 

"You haven't taken care of them at all, have you?"

Scott took his head, sheepishly.

"This is infected."

"I figured."

"Scott…"  Jean scowled, and crossed to a cabinet to retrieve her supplies.  "How are the other ones?"

Scott shrugged. Jean scowled and patted a cottonball full of peroxide on his back. 

"Ow!"  he yelped. 

Jean reached around and put her other hand on his stomach to hold him still and relax him.  Her fingers lightly grazed his well defined abdomen.  He sighed and let her finish treating his back without complaint.  She walked around to the front, and after giving him a quick kiss, demanded, "Off," pointing to his pants.  Scott didn't move.

"Scott…now!"

"I'm sure that one's fine."

"That one was bad."  He still didn't move.  He didn't want to see just how happy she was making him. "Come on!"  Finally, Jean reached in and undid his fly, and Scott gulped.  Jean yanked the pants down, and Scott gasped as her hand passed the sensitive area. 

"Why was that so difficult?"

Scott looked down at the floor.

"This one was fine, huh?  Scott, its bright red."

He sat back onto the table, and immediately jumped back off.

"That's freezing!"

"Sit down," Jean laid her hands on his bare chest, and pushed him.

Scott moaned softly.  Jean smiled, and bent over to reach the cut.  Scott tensed the second Jean's hand, or rather the cottonball, touched his inner thigh.  He couldn't think of anything with Jean's hand there.  He breathed deeply and tried not to squirm too much.  Jean's hand brushed against the bulge in his shorts as she stood up, and he gasped again. 

"Done," Jean blushed.

Scott looked up at her, right into her eyes.  "Thank you."  He placed his hands on her waist, and pulled her closer to him.  They held each other for a while.

"Different from the first time we were in this position, huh?" Scott mused.

Jean nodded and brought her head down on his.  She rubbed the soft skin of his back, and he shivered.

"That feels nice."
"Good."

He squeezed her tightly.  She sighed and bent down to kiss him. 

"Oh," Hank laughed. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No…" Jean quickly jumped away, and Scott stood up to pull up his pants.  "I was just, uh, treating his cuts again."

"You just like getting him half naked on the table.  Letting those cuts get infected on purpose, Slim?"

"No…I just kind of forgot about them."

Hank laughed.  "Oh, Jeannie, I talked to him.  He's going to chill out."

Scott looked at Jean quizzically.  She mouthed 'Warren'.  He nodded.

"You two ready for the DR?"

"Thrilled," Jean laughed.

"Onward," Hank announced, and headed out of the room.  Scott kissed Jean quickly, and they followed him.
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