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Chapter 4

"What is this?" Jean exclaimed the next time Scott came by. He was carrying three large crates and a white box.

"I'm helping you get more organized." Scott said setting the box down on the counter. He set the crates down nearby. Two of them were for the books and magazines stacked by the TV, Jean filled those two while Scott put all of her class books in the other. He picked up her notebooks next and made to put them in the crate also. "Uh oh, problem." He said when the notebooks didn't fit.

"What?" Jean asked as she began placing magazines in a crate.

"This crate is too small."

"For what?" Scott stood up and thought to himself for a few minutes. "Scott?"

"I'll be back in an hour." He said suddenly, grabbing his keys. He kissed Jean on her forehead. "I promise. Have some breakfast, I stopped at Dunkin' Donuts."

"Now what?" Jean exclaimed as Scott appeared exactly an hour later shoving an oversized box through her door.

"I have a desk for you." He said. "We have to get your computer off the floor anyway."

Jean let out an exasperated sigh and threw her arms up in the air.

Scott spent a good hour putting the desk together. When he finished, he labeled each drawer. Notebooks, spares, writing utensils... He placed her laptop on the top along with a few books, held together with decorative books ends, and her case of CDs.

"Wow." Jean said as she bit into her third donut, applecrumb. "You did a good job."

"Thank you. I labeled all the shelves in your fridge as well, including the drawers."

"Thank you for everything, Scott, for everything you're doing. I probably never would have made these transitions without you."

"Hey," Scott said taking Jean in his arms. "I love you too much not to help you."

Jean pulled away from him and stared him in the face. "What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked.

"What do you think I mean?" Scott asked in a low voice as he brushed a piece of Jean's hair off her face. Jean smiled gently, fearing a larger one might give her away. Jean simply smiled and nodded her head. "You ok?" Scott asked, he stroked her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Jean pulled away from him and wiped her eyes.

"Jean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No, no, I'm fine." Jean sat down on her futon and grabbed a tissue from her nightstand to wipe her eyes.

"Jean..." Scott started to sit down next to her, but she stopped him and stood up to face him. She let a very small smile creep onto her lips as she edged toward him, placed her hands on his hips and held him. She leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him. Scott still had his eyes open, and he watched as Jean kissed him. She pulled back and touched her lips. She stood there staring at him for a long minute, a smile visible behind her fingers.

"I love you, too, Scott." She whispered.

Three weeks, it had been three weeks since Scott had seen Jean. He missed her, he wanted to hold her again, he missed the feel of her weight in his arms, the warm touch of her skin on his when she held his hand. The last time he had seen her was when they had finally admitted their true feelings. Jean had set down some rules before he left. If they were going to continue seeing each other, it would be at her apartment, so she had given him her spare key. They would never go out in public, lest someone might see them together. Then she had kissed him goodbye and he had left. Now it was three weeks later and he missed her.

Scott got up off his couch, turned off his TV and grabbed his keys. He talked to himself as he walked out. "I'm going to go over there, knock on her door, and when she opens it, I'll grab her arms, kiss her harder than she's ever been kissed and then make love to her. Yeah, that's what I'll do." Scott got himself cyked up as he walked to his car. Just as he reached it, Taryn's car pulled into the parking lot.

"You're kidding me." Scott moaned to himself.

"Hey, baby!" she called over from her car. She got out, locked it, and ran over to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. "I've missed you, where have you been?"

"Alex just got a place of his own and I was helping him move into it." Scott lied as quickly as he could. "And I have to go over there right now, he's having a little trouble, so I really have to go, because he needs me now."

"Oh, ok, well, I guess I'll call you in a few hours then, or you can call me when you're done with him." Taryn removed her arms from around Scott's neck.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll do that. It was good to see you, Taryn, I'll call you later." Scott kissed her to make his lie even more convincing then got into his car and started the engine. He waited until Taryn had drove off before he pulled out himself. All the way to Jean's Scott thought about what he wanted to do with her. He found himself becoming aroused as he pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. "Chill, Scott." He told himself as he got out of his car. He had to breathe himself to relaxation as he climbed the stairs to the top floor.

He reached her door, shook off the last of his arousal, and then knocked. He didn't get an answer so he knocked again. This time he heard a grumble on the other side and someone moving, then the noise stopped. Scott knocked on the door again, a little harder, and the door opened...

He was shocked for a moment, then fear overwhelmed him. Had Jean been robbed? Was she hurt? He opened the door all the way and stepped in. Jean was fast asleep on her futon. Scott let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God." He said to himself. Jean grumbled again in her sleep and rolled over, her face now to him. Scott walked over and sat down on the futon beside her body, placed his hand on her side then leaned down to kiss her cheek. He saw Jean smile in her sleep.

"Hi..." she whispered, her eyes still closed.

"Wakey, wakey." Scott whispered kissing her neck.

"Stop that tickles." Jean giggled as she opened her eyes and sat up. "What are you doing here?" she asked rubbing her eyes and stretching. Scott took the opportunity and reached up, grasping her hands and slipping his fingers through hers, then he pushed her down onto her back and held her arms above her head, pressing his lips to hers. To his surprise, Jean didn't complain. She grasped his hands in return and squeezed them. "Scott..." She moaned his name as he began kissing her neck. "Stop." She said suddenly. Scott did.

"What's wrong?" he asked looking at her.

"I don't think we should be doing this." Jean said sitting up again. She fixed the strap on her sleep shirt that had fallen down her arm. Scott watched her. The shirt was an Old Navy pink sleep shirt, spandex with Girl's Varsity in light blue underneath a huge 19 in a darker blue, and beside the writing there was a basketball. It made perfect sense to Scott that she would own a shirt like that. Jean had played several sports in high school, and she had always been number 9. He remembered now that she had mostly played a lot of soccer and basketball, but she had also done track and field, and girl's hockey. He'd gone to all of her soccer games, always cheering her and Taryn on, but he cheered Jean on more. Scott studied her for a moment and watched as she sat there, thinking to herself, contemplating what to do.

"Jean," Scott said reaching out and taking her hand, "It's ok we can do this, there's nothing wrong with it. Hell, neither of us are virgins anyway."

"That's not the point, Scott. The point is, you're still with Taryn, you can't cheat on her."

"I'm cheating on her just sitting here with you, Jean." Scott edged closer to her, wrapped her arm around him and his arm around her bringing her close, their lips millimeters apart. With his other hand he slowly inched the blanket back until it was at the foot of her futon, then slowly began to slide his hand up her leg. Jean sucked in a short breath. She had always dreamt of being with Scott like this, she had always wanted to be. She gasped his name as his hand found its way up her thigh. She let hers inch down and cup his ass through his pants.

Scott lifted her leg to his waist and sat her in his lap. He stared at her intently as her hand slipped inside the waistband of his pants and boxers and touched his bare skin. That's what you feel like, Scott thought to himself. Jean picked up on it and returned the thought.

She stared at him with a devilish smile as she brought her hand out of the back of his pants and slid it up his shirt. She reached out with both hands and lifted his shirt off him carefully so she didn't dislodge his glasses. Once his shirt hit the floor, he grasped Jean's face in both his hands and laid her on her back as he kissed her. Jean let her hand tentatively explore his body, learn his angles and lines, her hands finding their way to his belt buckle.

Grasping the clasp and loosening it, she removed the whole length of the belt in one deft motion and dropped it on the floor. She could feel Scott's hands slowly making their way down her body, gasped when they reached her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath her shirt. Scott continued to kiss her passionately as his hands busied themselves with her body. Soon they slipped underneath her shirt to touch bare skin.

"Scott!" Jean gasped his name loudly as he cupped both her breasts. She breathed loudly for a minute as she familiarized herself with his touch, which was much different than Duncan's. Scott was gentler, much gentler. Now she was on an adrenaline rush, as fire and passion pounded through her veins. She grabbed his sides and held his hips as they began to rotate against her.

Scott had now busied himself with mouthing her neck and holding her hips as well. Jean reached down now, took the zipper on his pants and lowered it slowly, the sound tormenting Scott. They were getting closer, and with a grunt he thrust at her, causing Jean to throw her head back and gasp in pleasure. He felt so good. She pushed his pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off the rest of the way.

Scott couldn't contain himself anymore. He pushed Jean up so that she was sitting now, raised her leg to his hip and began to slide her underwear down. He removed it and tossed it. Jean was making small sounds of contentment every few seconds now, her body beginning to want him. She could feel heat and pleasure pooling low in her stomach and slowly moving even further down. She shoved Scott's boxers down then palmed his ass again. Scott moaned her name, his lower body beginning to ache for her. He wanted her so desperately, to finally be inside Jean, more than just through their link. Something he had wanted, but knew he would never have. Now he did, and the ecstasy and rapture of the moment was practically driving him to insanity. He was beginning to lose control.

"Jean, I want you, I want you now... So bad." He moaned as his cupped her ass. Jean bit his earlobe in response then threw her head back against the pillow, her arms wrapped securely around his neck. Scott picked both her legs up and wrapped them about his waist letting her cross her ankles so that they were secure.

"Scott-Scott-Scott-" she gasped his name over and over, preparing herself. When the moment came, she cried his name out as he slid into her. She threw her head with tears rolling down her face. It felt wonderful...

"So why did you leave?" Scott asked stroking Jean's hip. They had been lying under the blanket facing each other for some time. Scott continued to stroke her hip, run his hand up and down her oh-so-soft skin. Jean took in a breath before she spoke, collected her thoughts.

"Well, I was going away to college for one thing, and I wanted to be close to it, and that meant I would have to leave and work a job. I was crazy enough to work two, but now that I've only got one, I'm better. I didn't want to leave, but I did want to be near the college so I wouldn't have to commute for an hour back and forth every other to my classes. I didn't want to waste time and money. Trust me, Scott, you were the one I regretted most leaving. So, why did you leave?"

"I couldn't take you not being there. The mansion felt too empty without you and I couldn't stand it. I had to leave. So I moved out, got a small apartment, a job, and I still attended all my classes at NYU."

"You go to NYU?"

"Yeah, you too?"

"Yeah." Jean softened the tone of her voice and leaned in to kiss Scott. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you, too." Scott whispered in return. "Do you regret any of this?" he asked timidly. Jean shook her head.

"No, I'm ok with it, actually, and I wouldn't mind doing it again some time."

"So we can make a regularity out of this?" Scott waggled his eyebrows at her.

"You guy!" she teased. "My God, you're such a guy!" she playfully slapped his shoulder. "But a very, very sexy one."

"And you're a very, very beautiful girl." Scott said wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her into a kiss.

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