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Jean was embarrassed. Pheromones had gotten the best of her. Pheromones and a sweaty chest. She groaned as she put her hands to her burning cheeks. She had never been more embarrassed in her life. She pulled her lab coat tighter over her body. Her treacherous, no good, betraying body. She growled, raking her hands through her hair. Something had to be done about this. She couldn't live her life in shame. She had to tell him it was a mistake. An incredibly nice, sexy mistake, but a mistake nonetheless. She sighed, rubbed her cheeks briskly, stood up, and straightened her shoulders. She was going to be a professional about this. A mature, older woman. She peeked her head into the hallway. Rogue was there. She hid behind the door until she passed. Mature. Right.

She marched to his room and knocked. There was a muffled reply and before she lost her confidence, she opened the door. The room was dark. The door slammed closed ominously loud behind her.

He had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet, falling in disarray around his face. Though his back was to her, he was completely, utterly naked.

Her jaw dropped. The man had the most magnificent, yummy, incredible, amazing, wonderful, stup-

"Jesus Christ!" He cried, grabbing a blanket from his bed and wrapping it around his waist. "Didn't you hear me say 'hold on'?" he demanded.

Her head snapped up from his but. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. She blinked a few times. He had a mole on his chest. Right above the left nipple. Her eyes followed a drop of water as it fell from his hair, running down the smooth line of his chest to his washboard abs, disappearing in a little trail of hair that led down to his…

Her face shot up, shining red.

"It was a mistake!"

He stared at her as if she had another head. "That's why you resisted?"

"No. I mean yes. I mean….You did it with your sweaty chest!" Another drop. She wanted to lick the trail it went down. "Stop it!"

"I'm not doin' anything!" He said angrily.

"Yes, you are!" Jean shouted. "Stop giving me those I want to sex you up looks!"

"You're the one who barged in on me while I was naked!"

"Well…you're the one who is naked! With me in your room!" He shook his head, rifling through his dresser. He pulled a gray t-shirt over his wonderful chest. She couldn't help feeling a bit sad. He grabbed a pair of boxers, than looked at her. "Don't mind me," she said. Then she clapped a hand over her mouth and pointed to the bathroom. As he moved in front of her she caught a whiff of soap. Did the boy douse himself in pheromones? His cheeks were pink. Her eyes drifted to his other cheeks…and the door slammed shut behind him.

She stood in the center of the room feeling like the world's biggest ass. She had to stop thinking about his ass. She stared at his room. It was still a mess. The bed was rumpled. She imagined him sleeping on it. She imagined…she grabbed a book off his nightstand. Shakespeare's sonnets? She placed it back down gingerly. It looked old, but as though it had been read recently. She began fiddling with his clock, just to keep her hands busy. The door to the bathroom opened.

"You were saying?" he said. She wanted to run her hands through his wet locks. What had gotten into her? She had been so controlled before. She had kept herself at a distance since Onslaught. Well, they all had. But she had never felt like this before. Flirting with Logan. Kissing Scott. She felt wild. Dangerous.

"Jean?"

"Huh?" she hadn't realized he had moved closer to her.

"Where'd you go?"

"Go? I was just thinking about earlier." Damn it! "I mean, how it shouldn't have happened." His face was void of expression. How did he do it? She felt like a little kid being punished. Maybe he'd spank her. She had to get away from him. "It was wrong. I'm sorry. We need to act like adults."

"Go out with me?" Her hair was a mess, like she had been running her fingers through it. It clung to her face. He wanted to run his hands through it, and rumple it as it was rumpled now. He liked the color in her cheeks, which was rapidly expanding down her neck.

"Huh?" Real educated Jeannie, she scolded.

"On a date." A date. Oh my god! Had she ever been on a date? Fish face again. "I'm getting to like that look on you." He smiled at her. She snapped her jaw shut.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because, you're bad for me. You are too young."

"Is that the only reason?" he asked.

"Yes. No! I need to focus on my career right now. And controlling my powers." She set the clock down. The alarm started going off and she rushed to turn it off. His big hands settled on hers as he deftly flipped the clock over and the ringing stopped. His hands were warm.

"But you are attracted to me."

"Yes, but just because I want chocolate doesn't mean it won't go straight to my thighs." Boy, did that ever come out wrong. He smiled at her. His face was too close. He had a way of invading her personal space. "I mean…you are too young."

"Are you worried about what they might say?"

"No."

"Is it Logan?"

"Logan?" she made a noise in her throat. "No."

"Then what is it? Age is only a number. You like me. I like you. Why can't we go out, enjoy each other's company, and see what happens from there?"

What could she say? He looked so endearing. So earnest. She gave into impulse and touched one of his slick, shiny locks. It was soft in her hand. He kissed her jaw.

"Yes," she said, sliding away from him. She rubbed her hand on her thigh. "Maybe if I go out with you, I'll get this insanity out of my system once and for all." He thought she looked awfully pleased with herself.

"Tonight. At eight."

"Past your bed time?" she said, smiling at him. Like she had smiled at Logan. His heart did a little flip.

"Why is it you always talk about sex with me?" he asked. He liked the way her mouth opened and closed, even as she turned and fled from him.

She lay on her bed, her face turned towards the open window. The breeze blew softly on her face. She loved the feel of it, cold and refreshing. She huddled under her blankets, a pile of used tissues in a pyramid in front of her. She scrubbed her nose viciously with a clean one, sniffling. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

She was a complete and utter idiot. She hated that smarmy swamp rat, with his demon eyes and his tousled hair and his annoying accent and his overbearing personality. Yet she had felt a connection, something in her that said, "oh…yeah." She sat up suddenly. He had charmed her! She kicked her legs off the bed, sending the tissues fluttering to the floor. She grabbed a sweater on her way out, covering up the tank top, and quickly pulled on a pair of gloves. She moved down the hall, anger building in her. She felt better. She felt alive again. Why mope about her powers? She wasn't tricking people into liking her!

She slammed her fist on his door, yelling his name. Piotr popped his head out of the door next door, got one look at her face, and slammed his door shut. She stuck her tongue out at him. Jean suddenly flew out of Scott's room. Her face was red. Her eyes were wide. She stared at Rogue. Rogue stared back.

"Scott asked me on a date." Jean blurted. She slammed her hands over her mouth.

"What?" Rogue said. Jean nodded.

"I've never been on a date before. What do I do? I have to cancel. I've gone insane. It's working in the lab. Too many chemicals. Is it hot in here to you?" She grabbed the handle to Scott's door. Rogue latched on to her arm and dragged her back.

"You are not canceling that date!" Rogue hissed at her. She lowered her voice and looked around the hall. "When in doubt…ask Betsy!"

"It's simple. To seduce a man, find a way to get naked."

"Betsy!" Jean gasped.

"Well, then his brain is so mushy he doesn't care if you babbled about your ex-boyfriend or your affinity for chili that gives you the farts." This was all said with a straight face, and a prim little British accent.

"I'm doomed." Jean said, her face in her hands. Rogue laughed.

"No, no dear. It's just…none of us have good relationship advice to give you," Storm said. "Back in Africa, if we wanted to…you know…we'd present ourselves to them in dance, sprinkled in nectar of the Miracle Bush and painted in mud. Then we'd…" she glanced around seeing the amused looks on the other women's faces. "Well I was a Goddess. If I wanted sex all I had to do was snap my fingers and men would grovel at my feet."

Kitty stared at her in awe. "Seriously, Ms. Grey, if you want to get in his pants just be yourself."

"I don't want to get in his pants!" Jean lamented. "I just want…it to go away."

"What to go away?" Rogue said. She was actually enjoying this girl's stuff. Popcorn, trashy movies in the background, cosmos spilled in front of them. She always pictured doing this with her teenaged friends, not a British ninja-assassin, a resident doctor, and ex-goddess, a girl time-displaced in the future, and a computer genius with a big, metal boyfriend. Kitty cast her a conspiratorial glance, glad to be included in this little "bonding" session, seeing as she was a year younger than Rogue. Rachel was sitting quietly, dangerously enthralled in the conversation. She had a secret smile on her face.

"I don't want to like him. He's too young."

"He's fresh meat," Betsy said.

"He's a baby!" Jean retorted. "It's like…slaughtering a little, innocent, baby lamb."

"That kiss today was anything but innocent," Rogue said.

"You know about that?"

"Bobby saw you and everyone knows about it. Why do you think Mr. Logan broke it up?" Kitty said. "He was jealous."

"I thought Scott had a phone call."

"Yeah, an hour ago," Kitty said. "Mr. Logan has the hots for you too."

"Mr. Logan has the hots for anything of the opposite sex. Above teenaged years," she amended. "And I don't like him like that."

"He hasn't flirted with me," Betsy said. She was combing her hair with her sais.

"That's cause you are crazy," Rogue said. "And Warren's already threatened to take one of your ninja stars and jam it sideways up his colon."

"Really?" Betsy said, sitting forward, her Asian features alight. "Two men fighting over me. Do you think I could convince them to wear thongs and fight in oil?"

"Oh, gross!" Rogue said. "If anyone here is gonna oil up and rub themselves all over each other it's Jean and Scott. That's why you don't like Logan like that. You can see the sparks bouncing off Scott and you."

"Oh please," Jean said. Everyone else was silent. She looked around apprehensively. "Really?"

"If the sexual tension was any more palpable I'd rape you both myself," Betsy replied.

"What she means," Rachel cut in, "is yes."

Jean sighed. "I'm doomed."

"No you're not. If you like him, go on a date with him. What will it hurt? If you don't like him, tell him that. So he's a little young. Okay," Rogue said, at the death look, "he's seven years younger than you. But what will it matter when he's 29 and you are thirty-six? Or hell, when you're 69 and he's 62? So it's a bit of a gap now. No one here cares. Scott Summers is a hottie. A stiff, goody two shoes, but hot nonetheless. If I could touch him, you bet I'd rip my gloves off and have my evil way with him. Just to see if I could shake that icy demeanor of his."

"Well said," Storm replied. "Go out with him. Have fun with him. If nothing else, you gain a friend."

"You still need to get naked," Betsy said.

"No." Jean replied. "But I will need help picking out an outfit."

"Make over!" Kitty screeched.

Scott felt his stomach churn. His mind rebelled. He almost left… twice. But he managed to knock on the door. His mouth was dry, his hands were shaking.

"I need your help."

"Come in, mon ami," Remy said. He shut the door behind him. Scott stood awkwardly in his room. It was rather bare. It smelled like smoke. He coughed.

"Look, I know I haven't been the nicest to you," Scott said.

Remy cocked an eyebrow. "I'd say down right rude," he replied.
"Okay. I've been…rude." Remy wasn't going to make this easy. Scott cleared his throat. "I'm….not proud of myself. I'm….your not that bad."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Remy replied.

"Sorry," Scott mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry!" Scott shouted. "There."

Remy laughed. "No your not. But A for effort. So you need my help."

"Yeah," Scott said. He shouldn't have come here. "I have a date."

"Aaaand?"

"I need help with what to do. I'm a loser around girls. You've seen me. I need your help." Remy eyed him speculatively. "It's Jean!" he shouted.

"Well first t'ings first, is dat what you are wearing?"

"Yeah," Scott said, straightening his polo's sleeve. "Pretty snazzy, huh?"

"Non. Non, non, non. I refuse to work wit' anyone who looks like a teacher. And don't…EVER…say snazzy again."

"Is it that bad?"

"Oui." Remy rested his chin on his hand, staring intently at him. "You look about my size. A bit bigger in de shoulders. It should work t'ough." He turned to his closet.

"I'm not wearing a trench coat!" Scott said.

"I wouldn't let you," Remy replied. His pulled out a button up shirt. "Try dis on."

"What color is it?" Scott said, holding the soft fabric in his hands.

"Black."

"Oh." He pulled off his polo and pulled the shirt on, buttoning it up. Remy looked at him, and then shook his head.

"Makes you look to pale. Try dis-," he tossed him another shirt. "De lady at de store called it wine. T'me, it's scarlet." Scott put it on. "Perfect. What are you doing?" Remy demanded.

"Tucking it in."

"No, no, no, no!"

"No?"

"No. Dese."

"Are these…leather?"

"Yes."

"I can't wear leather.

"Yes, you can. Now put dem on." Remy faced the closet again and Scott pulled the pants on. "Lower on your hips."

"They are a little snug," Scott said.

"She won't be able to take her eyes off your butt." Scott smiled, thinking about her face when she had caught him naked. Maybe the leather wasn't so bad. Remy handed him a black leather jacket and a pair of black boots. "Dere."

"Are you sure about this?" Scott asked. Remy sprayed him with cologne, causing him to cough.

"Absolument. You look…magnifique."

"Where should I take her?"

"When is this date?"

"In…an hour."

"An hour!" Remy rubbed his head. "Dinner and dancin'. Dinner at La Petite Étoile."

"French? I can't order in French."

"Ask for Manuel. Tell him you are LeBeau's friend. He will take care of it all."

"Then?"

"Dere is dis club nearby called De Night Life. Dere is dis wonderful singer named Dazzler."

"Hey," Scott said, his face lighting up, "I have an idea. Come with me."

"I don't swing dat way, homme."

"Not with me. With me and Jean." He started to grin, "Take Rogue."

"Dis is your date. Don't drag me in on dis."

"You can help me! When I get stuck! Please, Remy. I…I really like her." Scott loosened his collar, suddenly uncomfortable. Remy stepped up and quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons.

Remy shook his head. "She'll kill me."

"She already wants to kill you. Tell her it's for me."

"Shouldn't you make sure it is okay wit' Jean?"

"She won't mind." How could Remy say no? He looked like an innocent little puppy. Like a little lamb. For a second, Remy wondered if his lip was trembling.

"Fine."

"Oh thank you!" Remy thought Scott was going to hug him. But the other man settled for a large smile.

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"But petite, it's for Scott."

"No."

"No?"

"N-"

"She means yes," Jean said.

"Excuse me?" Rogue demanded. She was standing in the doorway of Betsy's room, where the girls had moved to get Jean ready for her date. She glared at Jean. Jean merely smiled sweetly back at her.

"Yes." Jean replied.

"Okay, chere, see you in a half an hour."

"No!" Rogue cried, but the door had slammed in her face. "Why did you do that?" she demanded.

"You wouldn't let me back out of my date."

"Because you wouldn't go because of age. I can't touch my date."

"Touching is just a sense, Rogue," Jean mocked. "Besides, it will help with the awkwardness."

"It's your date. You like Scott. Ah hate Remy. And besides, Ah have nothin; to wear."

Kitty opened her mouth to screech. "I do," Betsy said, cutting her off. "Now sit next to Jean. We don't have much time. Oh, for the love of God, go wash your face of first."

"Mah makeup is fine," Rogue said.

"No, it's not," Kitty replied. "Unless you're going to see Rocky Horror Picture Show." She snickered at her own joke. Rachel cleared her throat to stop from laughing.

"I was thinking a Rob Zombie concert," Storm replied. Rogue just glared at them all and went to the bathroom. She inspected her makeup, pale powder, dark eyes, and saw nothing wrong with it.

"Off. Now," Betsy said. She was standing in the door to the bathroom.

"Alright, already," Rogue said, running tepid water. She splashed it on her face and scrubbed it till it was glowing a fresh, healthy pink. She turned to let Betsy inspect her. Betsy grinned, but it wasn't a nice smile. Rogue almost expected to see fangs from her mouth. She followed her out of the bathroom and flounced in a chair beside Jean.

"This would be perfect," Kitty cooed, staring at a pink, fluffy thing. Rogue took one look at it and blanched.

"No pastels! And you," she said, jabbing a finger in Jean's direction, "are so going to pay for this." She dragged the finger across her throat.

Wen1: I agree- but don't worry, Wolverine will get what is coming to him. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

ishandahalf: Yay for yays! There are going to be a lot more 'sweet' moments and a lot more 'sexual' moments as well. I love 'em too, and their so durned fun to write!

Sanae: Wow, thanks! I was worried that ya'll wouldn't like it because it's a bit different pacing from my last one- but I hope to focus more on the characters in this one and less on the action.

4Rogue: I'm glad you are enjoying it and their is much, much more interaction coming up!

DiazF: Glad you like it!