Am I in love?

Night fell and morning came. Scott Summers woke up by the stirring figure on his chest. Jean Grey squirmed as the morning light shone her. She hugged the figure she slept on and hid her face in it.

"Jean, that tickles! Come on wake up, beautiful." Scott said as he failed to hide his laughter. Jean looked at him with half-closed eyes and smiled at him.

"Give me a second…" Jean said as hid her face in Scott's chest again. Scott shook his head and gave an evil grin.

"Jean, if you're not up in 3 seconds, I'm gonna tickle you like I did when we were eleven!" Scott said as he raised his hands. Jean didn't bother and was to lazy to get up or look at the ready Scott. Scott started counting…

"1…2…2 and a half… 2 and a three quarters… 3!" Scott reached for Jean's waist and started tickling. Jean tried not to laughed or scream but failed.

"SCOTT! Stop it! SCOTT! Hahahaha!" Jean started twisting which gave pain to Scott's chest.

"Alright! Just don't twist anymore…" Scott said as he let out a grunt. Jean got off him and smiled at him. As Scott opened his eyes after his grunt, he stared at Jean with open eyes. Jean's position showed Scott a perfect view of Jean's left breast. Jean looked at Scott and remembered her night gown. She let out a gasp and covered her breast.

"SCOTT!" Jean said as she turned bright red. Scott shook his head and looked at the embarrass Jean. Scott hugged her and smiled.

"You know red. You have been blushing a lot lately since you wore that nightgown…" Before Scott could finish his sentences, Jean interrupted him.

"I know, it's just I'm not use to wearing these kind of clothing and I'm not use to you staring…" Jean said while looking away, still covering her shirt.

"Well, get use to it, Red." Scott said smiling. Jean gave him a questioning look and Scott looked away. Jean could tell that he was blushing too. "I'm sorry, Jean. I didn't mean to say that. It just I… well… I enjoyed that… But I know it's wrong… And I apologize…" Before Scott could finish, Jean gave him a soft kiss on his reddened cheek and hugged him.

Scott was stunned. Did Jean give him a peck on his cheek? Scott pulled apart and looked at the beautiful girl in front him. Jean's hands were on Scott's waist and her gown's strap began to slip off her shoulder. Scott of course didn't care.

"Jean? Did you…?" Scott asked. Jean smiled and hugged Scott again. "Why?" Scott asked. Jean was shocked. She thought Scott would appreciate her kiss but he was asking why she did it. She didn't know if she loved him and she didn't know if she should. Jean looked at his eyes and she was very lost.

"I don't know… Scott. I really don't know. Maybe because you looked cute when you were blushing or maybe I…" Scott heart sank. He thought she felt the same way as he did to her but he knew she didn't.

"It's getting late. Better go down and eat before school starts." Scott said as he got off bed. Jean could tell he was sad and she knew why. Jean heard rumors about Scott liking her a lot but she never believed them, even though her heart was jumping. She knew it was true by the look on Scott's face.

Scott took off his shirt and looked at the staring Jean on his bed, straps slipping off her shoulder. Scott smiled at her and told her to get change. Jean got off bed and hugged Scott's bare back.

"Scott, when I say you look cute, you really do. Many girls like guys who are cute when they blush. And you know what? So do I Scott…" Jean got off him but before she did, she planted a kiss on his bare back. She went to her closet and pulled out a pink blouse and low-cut jeans. Scott looked at her and slipped his red shirt on. He wore his jeans and before he went out, he saw Jean's bare back in front of him.

Jean took off her night gown after she wore her jeans and could feel Scott's eyes on her. She blushed but decided to show him more. She took her lacy bra and purposely fumbled while trying to hook it. Scott offered a hand and Jean accepted it. Scott hooked her bra together and Jean turned around.

"Thank you, Scott." She hugged him again and this time, Scott returned it. Jean smiled and wore her blouse. When she was done she went to her dresser and combed her hair. Scott went to her dresser to get his glasses. Both teenagers walked out the room together. Jean's mind was thinking of only one thing…

'Am I in love?'