The end….

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I didn't know what had happened for the last update, I'had posted the whole part, but 2 different ones had appeared

Wen

One hour later, Scott and Jean decided to go to walk a little in the park, just both of them. They made their way toward the hall and slipped on their coats before going out, hand in hand on the flight of steps the Professor Xavier and Storm were looking the students playing in the snow, insatiable of snowballs battling the mutant way.

- "You are leaving for a walk ?" asked Charles "I intended to ask Hank to undertake to clear the ground of a monument that became useless, but maybe you prefer take care of it by yourself…"

- "Your memorial" said Jean to Scott.

- "Oh, I see; well, I think we'll clear this up"

- "Be careful ok ?" said Storm " Both of you aren't yet in good form"

Don't worry Ororo, they will take care of each other sent Charles by telepathy, letting Jean hear it.

The young woman smiled to him and she and Scott went away one against the other, paying attention to avoid the snowball battle front.

Once on the spot, Scott recognized the place of his vision. There hadn't snow fall again since, so the biggest blood-flaw let by Jean was still visible, like the vestiges kept on the memorial. In front of the monument, Jean shivered, more because of the recalls it was engendered than because of the cold, Scott felt it and hugged her a little more, laying a kiss on her temple.

- "I don't want to live it again Scott, never ever" she said before indicating the monument with a move of her head "Please, destroy it, I don't want to see it anymore"

Being at a reasonable distance, Scott, keeping an arm around Jean's waist, took off his ruby-quartz-sunglasses and opened his eyes for setting free his power, which crumpled up the memorial. Despite her tiredness, Jean ended the work by sending the pieces of rocks in the lake by telekinesis, and restored like it the place almost like it was before the nightmare. Through their bond, Scott felt how much the fact of having removed this monument, which had symbolized his death during all these months, was soothing the young woman.

- "That's better ?" he asked

- "A lot much" she said "But something is missing…"

She turned herself, passing her arms around his neck and both of them kissed each other during some long minutes, breaking off of the reality, on the very place where –two days ago– Jean had slashed her wrists because of love, in order to rejoin the one she believed was dead. And now, against all hope, she was at the same place, in the arms of a well alive Scott, tasting the soft savour of his lips which she couldn't do without the contact.

This very evening, Scott and Jean stayed only briefly in the dining room after the supper and slipped away in their bedroom. Finding themselves alone after all this time, they made love, tenderly and passionately, becoming intoxicated of each other scent, savouring each second, each instant, each sensation. Their psychic-link wide opened, they shared the satisfaction of feeling again the hands of the loved-one caressing their body, their heart beating at a same rhythm, to make only one on all the plans.

Now, it should be after 10.30 p.m. and Scott was asleep for a long time, but Jean had stayed awake. Half laid on him, skin on skin, resting on one of her elbows, she was drawing the contours of his face with her fingertips, without waking him, in the moonlight reflected by the snow. She had a feeling of fullness and of absolute security; they were together, in this room, in this bed, it was so much unreal that she had the impression to be living a woken-dream

Smiling, she laid herself again against him, her head on the bare skin of his chest. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply his scent, and let the sleep envelop her.

End

Well, here is : ) maybe there'll be a sequel, it's possible, but I don't know when : )