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Chapter 2

Scott parked his car in front of the cabin then got out and unloaded the trunk. He opened Jean's door for her then shut it when she got out. They walked up the wood steps to the front porch; Scott pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked it. He allowed Jean to walk in first, and was pleased when she gasped.

"Scott, it's beautiful." She whispered looking around and turning in circles. "I love it." She went over to him and kissed his cheek. "You did good."

"Thanks, I wanted to pick something out I knew you would like. You should go see the back, though."

Jean smirked at him and took off. While she was examining the view, he brought their bags in and set hers in her room. "Scott, it's gorgeous." She breathed when she came back. "A hot tub, Mr. Summers? You aren't expecting anything are you?"

"No, but I knew you would like it."

"I do. Thank you."

Scott smiled at her. Jean then turned and headed towards her room to unpack. Scott did the same. Afterward they met outside and sat by the edge of the lake dangling their feet in the crystal water. It was cool and refreshing, Jean enjoyed every moment of it.

That night they had dinner while watching a movie on TV. They would be outside, except for the fact that a thunderstorm was raging. Jean was cuddled up to Scott's side her head resting on his shoulder, and his arm tight around her. Jean hated thunderstorms. She shook as another strike of lightning could be seen out the window, and then a boom of thunder followed. Suddenly, the TV flashed and went black along with the rest of the cabin. The power had been fried. Jean gasped when the lights blinked out.

"Scott, I don't like this." She whispered beginning to shake again. Scott held her close, knowing that if he started to get up Jean would pull him back down and never let him leave.

"I know you don't," he said comfortingly. "I'll tell you what, it's late, and since the TV doesn't work, for now, why don't we just go to bed...ah, let me finish, and you can spend the night with me. How does that sound?" Jean looked up at him and smiled.

"Ok, but in your bed."

"Deal." Scott leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Jean slept soundly that night, cuddled up against Scott's side with his arm around her to both keep her warm and to comfort her. Scott, however, didn't sleep at all. He was too busy watching Jean. Watching how peaceful she was in her sleep. For the last twenty-four hours he had been battling with his emotions for her like he had never battled with them before. He could no longer hold them back. He was burning inside to tell her. He needed to tell her, he didn't know how much longer he could last.

The next morning Jean awoke to find a brilliant, bright sun shining through the windows. She roused Scott and they went out to the back deck. "It's so beautiful out." Jean breathed. "I'm glad the storm is gone, I never did like thunderstorms, even as a child they scared the shit out of me."

Scott nodded. "Well, what would you like for breakfast?" He asked.

"You're cooking?" Jean asked as she raised her eyebrow to him. "Since when can you cook?"

"I don' know, but I can still do it better than you."

"Oh you!" Jean huffed at him. She smacked him playfully and he turned to run inside so he'd miss the kick Jean was preparing to give him.

"Ow!" Scott yelled as he felt Jean's foot plant firmly in his ass. "Ok, ok, I take it back!" he laughed, "I take it back."

"You better, Summers. Just because I burned the Halloween cookies last year doesn't mean I'm a bad cook. I can scramble eggs and make Easy Mac."

"That's kid stuff, Jean. Why don't you take a seat in the kitchen and I'll make us something special."

Breakfast, it turned out, was very nice. Scott had decided to let Jean in on the fun and they made pancakes and eggs. With Scott overlooking her work, Jean didn't burn anything, and the product was a dozen golden brown pancakes and four eggs, sunny-side up. None burnt.

After breakfast the two took a very long trail walk in the woods just enjoying each other's company and the beauty of the quietness of nature around them. Scott attempted to slip his hand into Jean's and succeeded. She curled her fingers around his and pressed herself closer to his side and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"Happy birthday." Scott said smiling at her.

"Thank you." Jean responded with the same smile.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes. I know you planned this whole weekend, Scott. What are your plans for tonight?"

"Well, I thought maybe a nice quiet candlelight dinner, I'll make whatever you want. Have some red wine with it."

"Are you trying to do what I think you are, Mr. Summers?"

"No, why?" Scott said innocently.

"Are you sure?" Jean teased.

"I'm positive. You know me, I would try anything with you without your consent."

It was late in the evening by the time the two finished a very romantic birthday dinner. They were cuddled up on the couch with half a bottle of Merlot left and a cherry fire burning in the grate. Jean was nestled comfortably between Scott's knees with his arms around her. She normally would've minded the position, but now, she was too drunk to notice.

"Scott, this has been the most romantic night of my life." She whispered looking up at him with drunken puppy eyes. "You have quite a flare for the dramatics." Jean shifted around so that she faced Scott and lightly draped her arms around his neck. Scott smirked at her, also too drunk to realize what was going on, and went to set his glass down on the coffee table. Jean reached for it and drained it.

"I think you've had enough." Scott said taking the glass from her and setting it down on the table.

"Wine yes, but you..." Jean leaned in and kissed Scott right on the lips. Scott let his hands creep up into her hair and hold her in place while he kissed her back. After a minute of this, Jean broke the kiss and stared at him. "We shouldn't do this." She said coming to her senses. Jean started to get down off the couch, but Scott took hold of her arm and pulled her back into a passionate kiss. They got caught up in it, fell to the floor, and soon the both of them were lost...

Flash

Jean and Scott lay on the floor by the fire wrapped in a wool blanket kissing frantically...

Flash

Scott lifted Jean's knee to his waist and slid himself into her so that their bodies were joined. Jean threw her head back against the carpet...

Flash

The two moved together in a slow motion, rotating their hips together and never breaking the kiss they were engaged in...

Flash

Scott lay panting atop Jean, staring down into her eyes. Jean stared back at him as she tried to catch her breath then leaned up and kissed him. After, she held his head to her chest...

Flash

Scott carried Jean back to his bed in his arm, dressed her in her nightgown and then got in bed beside her...

Morning sunlight filtered in through the closed curtains and fell on the bed. Jean rolled over in it, the sheet twisting around her as she did, and moaned out a yawn in her sleep as she stretched her arms out. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was lying in Scott's bed, dressed, and she could something wonderful coming from the kitchen. Her eyes landed on the nightstand next to the bed. There was a tall glass vase of red roses on it that hadn't been there the day before...

Author's Note: I guess Scott is already up and busy, and I see he left Jean a little surprise. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I know it had some stuff in it that some people wanted to see, if I read those reviews correctly... I hope I did. Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE!! I'll update as soon as I can. School just started today and I have a very busy junior year ahead of me, so bear with me please. I'll update when I can. Thank you for your patience, and I'll "see" you all soon.

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