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Final Chapter: Date
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I'm tired of always having to watch you throw yourself down for them!
You know, maybe they'd like you more if you wouldn't try to go so fast.
Sorry, you can't come over now; the guys are over with me.
Girl, you've never had any luck men.
It's too bad you couldn't charm them. I hear that some women can.
"No, leave me alone, I can't stop it! You're all wrong about me!"
Lady Pheromone lashed out at the voices in her dream, her eyes still closed and half awake, her hand brushing against something. The tips of her fingers brushed smooth skin, piquing her attention despite her dreamy state. She felt an arm, moving up it with soft touches. Whoever it was had strong arms; it was obvious as she moved up along it, feeling the fabric of a sleeve yet feeling powerful muscles through the thin material. Their skin was warm, as Lady Pheromone continued along the bare part of their arm, feeling a warming sensation. Her fingers crawled up the arm, resting on a strong shoulder, and then moving along someone's chest. Muscular pecs pressed against the front of the shirt; whoever it was, they were very fit, just like a man that she would want. Her hand continued down their chest, moving along the thin material of their shirt and pressing against their body, until a hand bigger than hers softly grasped her and placed her fingers against their cheek. She felt another warming, tingling sensation, as her fingers traced along someone's cheek, then hair, and then...shades?
"You awake or are you sleep feeling?"
Lady Pheromone's eyes shot open, Scott Summers immediately coming into view with Jean Grey coming up behind him. The men-controlling mutant blushed a shade of embarrassment, as she sheepishly looked away from the couple.
"I don't know what to say..." She whispered, the other two having to lean in to hear her. "I must go."
Lady Pheromone jumped up off the bed, instantly falling as he feet touched the floor. She fell into Scott's strong arms, taking in the warmth of his body. It felt great to being held like he held her, even if he wasn't hers.
"Take it easy...um..." Jean said softly, trying to address her.
"Emmeline, Emmeline Coldstone." She whispered her name softly, cling to Scott as he laid her back onto the bed. "I'm terribly sorry about the all the trouble I've caused. I guess bad stuff happens when you let your emotions cloud your better judgment. But why, why did you all help me after all that I've done?"
Jean smiled generously. "That's because we're the X-men, and just because you're our, were, our enemy, doesn't mean we'd leave you after you were hurt. But why did you push me out of the way when Scott fired?"
"I just knew it was the right thing to do. I really can't explain it all." Emmeline summed up, sighing after she did. Scott and Jean sat down on her bed, giving her friendly smiles.
Scott put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I don't approve of what you did, but I'm glad you stopped me from hurting Jean by saving her. That took a lot, and I think it shows who you really are."
Emmeline smiled at that, glad that instead of finding Mr. Right, she'd found very kind people. People so kind that even after she'd manipulated them for her own emotions, games, and feelings, that they were still considerate of her.
"Please, I need to make it up to you. You two were going to take I date, correct? Let me pay for a nice dinner for two at the nicest restaurant by the bay."
"Thank you, that'd be great!" Jean said gleefully, grinning wildly.
"Uh, could you do one more favor, it's just a small one. You see, Drake's been on my nerves lately, and..."
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"Jean, you coming, or am I going to have to break down your door?" Scott shouted through the door, knocking for the tenth time.
"I'm coming!" Jean shouted back, but not angrily. She rushed out so fats that she tripped on her own feet and stumbled into Scott. He caught her, and the two gazed into each other's eyes, Jean giving a sheepish grin. "Sorry, the excitement is making me a little clumsy."
As the two lovers passed by the rec room, Scott couldn't help but smirk at what he'd caused because of his favor. A myriad of wild and happy screams and shrieks escaped from the room, flowing like a deafening cacophony. Tabitha and Jubilee were the loudest, while Amara, Kitty, and Rahne couldn't help but laugh it up. Standing in the middle, dancing horribly was Bobby Drake stripping, much to the delight of the girls. Now in his boxers, he was dancing uncontrollably, almost knocking over a table and almost stepping on Jubilee. Tabitha had out a camera, shrieking as she captured each momentum with a flash. Scott and Jean sniggered as they passed, receiving a wink from Emmeline, who sat in the back of the room. Bobby continued to dance like there was nothing wrong, yet they were sure he'd never do it for them if he could choose not to. After another moment of basking in the hilarious scene, Scott and Jean continued down the hall.
They made it to Scott's car in the garage without any hassle from anyone, almost making clean getaway. If Kitty had seen them, things surely would have gotten complicated.
Scott revved the engine and clicked the garage door opener, leaning back in the driver's seat with a deep sigh. Jean sat patiently next to him, eager to find how the night would play out. She had her dreads, a night on the town could never be easy for mutants because of some people, but she as determined to make the best of it.
The ride to the restaurant was a quiet one, both teens a little unsure what to do or say. Jean constantly twisted her hair on her finger, demanding herself to say something.
"So, um, you look nice." She finally said, nodding at his outfit composed of red, tightly fitting muscle shirt, a loose white button shirt, and dark brown cargo pants.
"Thanks, you look great to, Jean." Scott replied quickly, taking a gaze of her dressed in a purple blouse and a black skirt. She blushed, but continued to twirl with her red locks gingerly.
Silence reigned over the rest of the ride, until they finally reached the restaurant within five minutes. Scott jumped out of his seat and rushed around the car to open Jean's door, even lending a hand to help her out.
" Thank you Prince Charming," she stated a little forcefully, but she really did like it. The two moved through the parking lot, their silence washing away as the sounds of the restaurant illuminated them. The first sign in the room said seat yourself, so the took a table for two at the back end of the room, right next to a large window overlooking the harbor. A waiter soon came up to them, menus in hand.
"Please, take your time in ordering, we have much to offer." He said, handing over the two menus and retreating back into the fray in the central area of the room.
"So um," Scott started uncomfortably. "Glad we cleaned up this mess." He finished, referring to the battle they'd preformed only a day ago, due to Emmeline's manipulation. "Listen Jean, if I did anything wrong or hurt you, please let me tell you that---"
"No, really Scott, it's okay," she interrupted. "I know that you were under someone else's control, so you don' have to apologize." Jean squeezed his shoulder softly, rubbing against the fabric of his button shirt. "Besides, you looked really nice in that outfit she had you wearing."
Scott smiled softly and chuckled, and then he looked back down at the menu, Jean doing the same.
The waiter came moments later, so they put in their orders, two cheeseburgers and two sodas, only to receive a slightly incredulous look from the waiter.
"Um, are you sure you don't want anything, um, instead?"
Scott and Jean shook their heads, so the waiter left their table to fulfill their orders.
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The rest of the night went well, there were no problems with anything, and Scott and Jean leaned back after their meal, stomachs full.
"That was great!" Jean remarked happily, sighing softly. "I'm stuffed."
"Yeah, it was good. But Emmeline said she rented a boat too, down at the docks nearby here. I got the keys right here, so what do ya say we make a quick escape. "
Jean nodded, and dropped the rest of the money Emmeline had given her on the table for a tip. Then the two exited the restaurant, taking slow steps due to their fullness.
It took only a few minutes to drive to the docks. As Jean stepped out of the car, before Scott could get to her door, she shivered.
"Here, take this, Jean." Scott stated, slipping off his button shirt and wrapping it around her shoulders.
"Thanks, but aren't you cold?" She asked, noting that Scott's shirt left his arms bare, and that although it was tight fitting, the material was so thin that it probably didn't provide much warmth.
"Nope, I'm good just as long as you're all right."
Jean smiled, and moved close to Scott as he slipped his arm around her shoulders, walking with him towards the only docked boat. The large cabin covered most of the boat, with the lock on the door. Scott slipped the key into it, turning it once and prying it open. He pushed open the door, Jean next to him, and inhaled sharply. Jean gasped behind him, clutching his bare shoulder tightly.
Before them, the small little room was marvelous. Countless candles, shades of reds, purples, and greens, lined the room endlessly, giving it a brightened and enchanting look, as well as supplying a mixture of freshening scents in the air. A gathered bunch of rose petals draped along the king-size bed, and a very tiny chandelier hung from the low ceiling, dimly lit and giving off an even more mood evoking effect. The scene was alluring and mystifying, causing the two teens to forget to even move from the small doorway.
Scott took a gingerly step forwards, taking in the amazing scene. And much to Jean's surprised, slipped off his muscle shirt and jumped onto the rose petal covered bed.
"Come on Jean," he cooed, tossing some petals on his chest and head, smiling brightly.
"Scott Summers!! You have got to be kidding me!" Jean echoed wildly, hands on her hips and staring at him in disbelief. Scott gave a gloomy look.
"I know, this is so crazy. She really must have thought we were madly in love and looking for a romantic getaway."
Jean laughed at that. "Yeah, well, it sure is beautiful." Then she took a seat on the bed next to Scott. "I'm sure the Professor had no idea about this."
"Yeah, I'm sure he didn't," Scott replied, reaching for his muscle shirt slowly.
"No," Jean said softly, grabbing his arm. "Leave it off, you look good without it."
Scott smiled with a mixture of feelings, giving a small chuckle. "If you say so, Jean."
Jean scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his chest. "Hold me."
Scott did so, wrapping his strong arms around her, and letting her lay her head against his muscular chest, slowly weaving his fingers through her red locks.
They stayed like that, keeping quiet and simply enjoying each other's company.
Finally though, after about fifteen minutes, Scott looked down and found Jean asleep in his arms. So, he lifted her up in a cradling position, letting her head rest against his shoulder. Then he moved out of the cabin, but not before taking in one more look in awe. After locking the door and slipping the keys in his pocket, he started to walk towards his car, the shirt he'd retrieved hung over his other shoulder, Jean still wrapped up in his other shirt.
And as the date ended, slipping back into the car for the ride home, Scott couldn't help but smile broadly.
His first real date with Jean had gone good, no, better than great. Even though he was, still feeling bad from being so easily manipulated and having actually fought against his friends, that was the past. The ride back home was the present, and he hoped, really hoped, that Jean Grey would be his future.
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A/N: And so there it is, the last chapter. Thank yous go out to all those who read or read and reviewed this story! THANK YOU! Hopefully you enjoyed the story.
