Genesis of a Legend
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, as usual. Marvel does. I would like my very own Scott Summers though…J
Chapter 4
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Scott
I fell asleep remarkably easily. I didn't think I was going to be able to. In the past when I had a nightmare, I'd just stay up because I didn't want to deal with them. Jean would let me. She came into my room because she was concerned(which secretly thrilled me), and refused to leave. Now, I love spending time with Jean. I daresay I've fallen head over heels in love with her. But I was terrified to have her stay. My eyes are lethal weapons. I don't like to think about what I could do to a person. Especially Jean. If I ever hurt her I wouldn't be able to live with myself. But she trusted me, and that, somehow, persuaded me to let her stay.
Maybe I was persuaded by her hug of death. She was holding me so tightly. It felt amazing. I settled comfortably into her arms. She kissed my forehead. I'm sure I feel asleep with a huge grin on my face. When I woke up, Jean was still asleep. We had drifted apart a little while we were sleeping, but we were still touching. Our legs were tangled. I watched her contentedly. Her beautiful, red hair was splayed out on the pillow. She was wearing a tank top and shorts, I couldn't tell what color, but the shirt had ridden up to reveal a patch of soft skin of her stomach. I wanted to touch it, but I restrained myself. A month after I'd first met her, three weeks after I'd first seen her, and Jean was still my goddess. Increasingly, it seemed like she was interested too. Now I just had to get the courage to do something. I've never had this problem with girls. Asking them out was easy. But with Jean…I don't know…I was tongue tied.
"Hey there."
I snapped out of my reverie.
"What're you thinking about? You were in your own little world."
"Oh, nothing," I lied.
"From the smile on
your face it didn't look like nothing."
I'm sure I was blushing. I shrugged.
"How'd you sleep?"
"Good. Really good."
"Excellent."
"Thank you. You didn't have to stay."
"I wanted to."
I grinned. She wanted to stay? That was excellent. I looked over at her. She had sat up, and was watching me.
"What?"
"Nothing."
I pouted. What was she looking at?
"You don't like that answer either do you?"
I grinned at her.
"So are those exams over?"
"Yup. Three whole days with nothing."
"Only three?"
"Then summer classes start."
"You don't stop do you?"
"Nope."
She had this goofy smile on her face. God, she looked beautiful. She left me tongue-tied.
"You should see about taking some courses over the summer."
I looked up at her. "I hadn't thought of that."
"What are your interests?"
"I always wanted to go into math."
"Math?"
"Yeah."
"Ugh."
"What do you have against math?"
"I've just never been great at math. I've taken plenty, but never been good at it."
I nodded. "What level?"
"A few calcs. Had to."
I chuckled. "I took 'a few calcs' in high school."
"Wow."
"The Professor thinks that my gift for math, especially trig and geometry comes from my mutation. He's not exactly sure. He wants to look more into it."
"So you can calculate crazy angles and things like that?"
I nodded.
"Remind me to never play pool against you."
"Yeah," I admitted. "I'm really good at pool." There was no one I couldn't beat at pool.
"Really, though. Look into it. The Professor would be more than willing to send you to school."
"Does, he, like pay for it?" I had absolutely no money, and I was pretty sure that money wasn't a problem for the professor.
Jean nodded. "He's paid for all of my college expenses since I came to live here."
"Nice."
She dropped back against my pillow. "I really don't want to get up yet."
I laughed, and grinned at her. "11 o'clock too early?"
"Hey, I get up early every other day. I have three days off. I want to relax."
"Hey, I'm just teasing."
I looked down at her. Her shirt had ridden back up to expose her pasty white stomach.
"You never get out in the sun, do you?"
"Sometimes…why do you ask?"
I tapped her pale abdomen, resting my hand upon it. I watched her carefully for a reaction. She didn't seem annoyed at its placement.
"No, I don't get color. I go from white as a ghost to lobster red."
"Do you turn the color of your hair?"
She smacked me. It hurt. She packed quite a wallop.
"Lay down."
She didn't need to tell me twice. I scooted down to lay beside her once again, leaving my hand in it place on her belly. She rolled closer to me, displacing the hand, but ending up resting her head on my shoulder, which was just as good. Her hair fell in such a way as to block her face. I reached my hand up and rubbed her back. She snuggled closer. She was so close to me, I couldn't think. I was in a daze.
"So, what are you doing today?" she asked.
"Umm…" Did she actually want to go out somewhere? "Dammit! I have a test with the Professor at 1." My luck, of course.
"Don't worry. I'll be around. We can do something after. I think I'll go to the mall this afternoon. I'll spare you that."
"Okay."
I was grinning from ear to ear. Was she asking me out? It sure seemed that way. I pulled her closer. She sighed. Happily? I think so. Usually content to be out of bed at 8, today I was more than happy to nestle back into bed at 11. With Jean. I still couldn't believe it. We were already close friends, but she was curled up in my bed. God, why does she have such an effect on me?
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