A few words for my reviewers!
Slickboy444: Thank you so much for your kind review! Seems like you're always the first person the review a story. Maybe I will write something about their honeymoon... if a new plot comes to mind. I really love X-Men Evo compared to the rest, since Scott and Jean's relationship seems to be less complicated. But it's too bad that I couldn't get to watch it in my country....
Wen1: It's really great to hear that you're planning to write a continuation for "Does the life..." that's a brilliant story! I congratulate you for writing such marvelous story! I can't wait to find out more about it! Thank you so much for your kind words!
Optic Red: Yeah, I never like doing summary! :D I'm glad that you like the story!
Rogue14: Thank you so much for your kind words, my friend. They mean so much to me!
Funeral Of Hearts: Glad that you like it! Thank you so much for reviewing it!
Marc C: I'm pleased that you like the story! I've always wanted to write a story about their wedding, so I tried to make their wedding as extravagant as I could (though I think Jean's wedding gown is rather excessive...) As for Jean's mother, she's always goes against Jean's judgment. I wonder if she ever likes Scott... And Jean's father? We all know that Jean has always been Daddy's Little Girl. Even though they did have some disagreement, but he still approved of the man she chose!
Mi-chan17: Thank you for your comment! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint you! I tries to include some Loro in this story... hope it turns out alright! Btw, your story "Michael" it rocks, man! People, please read that story if you haven't done so!
Okay, I've noticed a few spelling errors in the first chapter, but I'm too lazy to amend it. So let it be. :-D (I'm a horrible writer. Muahahaha!)
Chapter 2 : The Wedding Night
Jean sat with Scott in the car as they swept over the smooth roads toward the mansion. She looked at the heavy gold band he had slid onto her hand. It felt strange there, covering her long slender finger—a bold proclamation to the world that she belonged to her husband.
Her husband? Jean stole a glance at Scott through her lashes. My husband, she repeated herself, and a thrill shot through her. Dear God... he was her husband—elegant and sophisticated—but forceful too: a gathered power, carefully restrained. She bore his name now. She belonged to him. It was a scary thought—and a little wonderful too, she thought.
As the car pulled out in front of their house, Scott escorted her to the gate.
They stood at the porch and looked at each other for a moment before Scott grinned at her. "This is where I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold."
Jean looked at her new husband. "Scott, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Jean, you aren't that heavy. I've carried you many times before."
In spite of herself, she flushed. The last time he had carried her was through the door of the mansion when they'd been to a bar where she got herself real drunk. He didn't miss her reaction and he tried not to let her see his smile.
"I know that but—" He picked her up anyway. "Scott!" she shrieked.
"Scott Summers! If you hurt yourself..." she didn't get to finish before he kissed her.
"Jean, I'm not gonna hurt myself." He opened the door and carried her in. "This is the only time I'll able to carry you as my bride, so I want to do this." He kissed her again before he put her down on her feet.
They walked around the living room and Scott took out a bottle of champagne.
"Would you like to rest, love?" Scott asked as he handed Jean her glass.
Scott saw her wistful glance at her wineglass and, giving her a mocking grin, he picked up both their glasses and led her up the broad curving staircase toward their rooms. He slowly opened the door slowly and handed her a glass of champagne. "Shall I have the full bottle sent up, my lady?" he teased, and before Jean could make a suitably audacious reply, his mouth came down, lightly playing over hers in a sweet, fleeting kiss. His hands glided restlessly, possessively, up and down her back, sliding across her spine and Jean felt herself falling slowly into a dizzying abyss of sensuality and awakening passion.
In some distant part of her mind, she felt her gown falling away, and then the brush of his palms against her breasts, the sudden increase in ardor in each of his searing kisses. Arms like bands of steel surrounded her, lifting her, cradling her, and then she was being carried to the bed and gently laid down upon cool sheets.
The bed sank beneath his weight, and she waited, her face turned away, her eyes tightly shut, wanting him to hold her and take her swiftly.
Stretching out on his side, he brushed a light kiss against her ear, and gently pushed aside the sheet. His breath caught as he beheld her in all her naked splendor. A blush stained her sanity skin from her hair to her toes as he gazed upon the exquisite body. When Jean kept her face averted, her eyes tightly closed, his fingers gently grasped her chin, tugging her face toward his. He whispered gently, "Open your eyes, Darling."
Reluctantly, Jean obeyed and found herself starring into his eyes—or rather his glasses— "Don't be afraid," he ordered softly as his caressing fingers slid onto the curves on her body. "You've never feared me before. Don't begin now." And his mouth began descending to hers. It sent pleasure streaking through her entire body. When at last Scott lifted his mouth from hers, his breathing was harsh and rapid, and Jean felt as if she would surely melt from the molten tenderness and desire pulsing through her veins with each thundering beat of her heart. She lifted her fingers, touching his face as he had touched hers, tracing his cheeks with her fingertip, following it to his smooth lips, while inside her, an emotion sweetly unfolded, then burst into wild, vibrant bloom with a fierceness that made her tremble.
His hands shifted, gliding down her midriff to her waist, then lower to her thighs. With conscious effort, she forced the muscles in her legs to relax. Clutching him to her, her face buried against his neck. Just when she thought she would surely exploded from the feeling inside her, Scott's knee parted her thighs and he moved into a position over hers. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms tightly around the same man she knew was going to hurt her. The poignancy of the gesture was shattering Scott. A shudder shook him as she surrendered in his arms and he inched his throbbing shaft into her incredible warmth, uncertain how much pain he was going to cause her and desperate to lessen it. The time her had taken with her had eased her passage, and he felt her silken warmth tightly sheathing him, expanding to encase him. Twisted into knots of desire, his heart beating painfully, he eased himself into her until he finally encountered the fragile barrier.
He withdrew by inches and shifted forward again, and then withdrew, poised to breach the barrier, desperate to bury himself within her, hating the pain he was going to cause her. Wrapping his arms tightly around her as if he could absorb the pain into himself, he spoke against her lips, his voice hoarse, "Jean—I'm sorry." And he drove full length into her, hearing her gasp of pain as her arms tightened spasmodically.
He waited for her pain to subside, and then he began moving inside her, gently sliding upward and withdrawing, entering deeper each time, withdrawing further, his body fully aroused and desperate, his will straining for control. Delicately, he circled his hips against hers, his passion tripled by her soft moans of delight and her hands gliding to his hips, clasping him to her. Switching to deep, rhythmic thrusts, he plunged into her and felt her body begin moving with his. He could not believe the pleasure she was giving him, the way her body felt clasped around his swollen shaft, sheathing him, or the sweet torture of her instinctive movements.
Quick, piercing stabs of desire were rhythmically jarring Jean's body and she moved with him, mindlessly seeking something she sensed he was trying to give her, and coming closer to it and closer to it as he quickened his driving, insistent strokes. The pulsing deep inside of her suddenly exploded in a wild burst of piercing pleasure that racked her body with wave after wave of sensation. Her spasms clasped him, clenching and pulling against his engorged manhood. Scott wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her perfectly still, to increase her pleasure, his breath coming in fast, deep pants against her cheek. He waited until the subsided, his heart thundering against his ribs, and then he drove in to her no longer able to control the force of his thrusts, his whole frame jerking convulsively again and again as his warmth spurted into her.
Floating in a sea of mindless pleasure, her body still joined with his, Jean felt Scott move onto his side and bring her with him, and she drifted back slowly to consciousness. Beneath her cheek, she heard the heavy, rhythmically beating of his heart and she tried holding back her tears.
Her emotion failed to get away from his watchful eyes, he asked her tenderly, "Did I hurt you badly?"
She shook her head and, after two attempts, managed to whisper, "No."
"I'm sorry if I did."
"You didn't." She ran her fingers through his hair, "I love you."
Scott sighed in contentment and moved closer to hold his wife in his arms. "I love you too. With all my heart and soul."
She smiled at him and snuggled into his arms, pulling the blanket over them. "Well, husband, shall we get to sleep?"
"I suppose so." Scott held her tightly, almost unable to believe that this was real.
Her body curled around his and she gazed at her husband sleepily, her eyes shining with affection. "I want to wake up in your arms, Scott."
"Every morning, Jean. Every morning." He agreed, pulling her closer for a kiss. "We've got out lives ahead of us."
That's the end of the second chapter!! I'm not sure if I shall continue with the story... cuz currently I don't have any new story in mind. But if I do, I will definitely update the story! :-D So in the mean time, please be patient. I'm sure I can come up with something (I hope so...). But don't expect prompt update this time, cuz I have a major exam coming up next month! sob...sobs...
So review please....