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The Hearts Choice
Chapter One
The only light was that of a small candle flame, casting dancing shadows across the walls of a bedroom. The heat of two bodies sat upon the soft bristles of the dark purple carpet in the center of the dimly lit room. They sat opposite each other with the candle placed on a plate in between them. They sat in silence. Jean Grey - an intelligent young woman of 18 sat in nothing but a long blue nightshirt and briefs. Her dark, red hair hung loosely down her back. Her knees were bent with a drawing-pad resting upon them. In her right hand she held a 2B pencil and she was slowly and carefully sliding the lead across the plain, white sheet of the paper. Her bright green eyes glancing up from the paper every now and then to take in more of the sight before her and then looking down to the paper and drawing it.
"Hold still" she hissed through closed teeth. The figure before her tensed and held his breath. Scott Summers, a boy of also 18 - almost 19 with thick brown hair and a pair of thick ruby coloured goggle like glasses resting on the bridge of his young nose. His hair parted down the middle, the front of it flopping helplessly over the sides of his face and the corners of his eyes. He too was dressed for bed in a pair of gray boxers. Scott bit his lip trying not to stir. He pinched the base of his chin suddenly feeling the need to move. He was sitting cross-legged with his left elbow resting on the top of his knee, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. He debated whether he should apologize for the sudden movement but decided against it. He glimpsed at her from the corner of his eye and his heart jumped. The dim light of the candle slowly becoming smaller as the wick of the candle melts. Her plain face, free of make-up was beautiful. He longed to reach out and touch her pale, clear skin, which looked a contrast of orange and blue from where the darkness and the light of the candle cast upon her face. Even with her hair slightly muffled and messed and her face naked he wondered if it were possible for her to appear more stunning.
"Yes?"
Her voice was unexpected. Scott blinked several times still frozen in his position. Jean had not glanced up from her drawing. He could see a slight smirk across her lips as she looked up again. It was as if she could feel his need to move. She smiled at him tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I am almost done Scott," she said looking back to her paper and sketching some more. Scott gave an invisible shrug not looking away.
"Why are you looking at me?" she asked. Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Am I not allowed to look at you?" he said doing the best he could to keep his lips still. Jean shook her head forcing herself to concentrate.
"Nearly finished" she sang beginning to scratch the pencil against the page once again.
"Just don't make me look weird" he murmured. Jean looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you implying that I would Mr. Summers?" she asked. Scott swallowed fighting back a grin and shook his head. She sighed turning back to her page. Scott drew a breath and let it out in a deep sigh. He looked about the room for what seemed to be the one-hundredth time. The walls were covered in a light purple paper, a few wooden shelves hung nailed to the walls all of which displayed trophies and novels. Certificates hung from the walls in frames next to the dressing table, which stood up against the wall opposite from where Scott sat. Up against the far wall was Jean's single bed placed beside the window and opposite the bed stood the wardrobe. Photographs stood upon the window ledge and on the small wooden bedside table, most of her family, mother and father and sister. On her bedside table next to the lamp were two pictures one of which was of every one living in the mansion and the other was of him and Jean on her 18th birthday. He smiled at the memory, they had all just finished a meal, laughing they were pushed together. Both laughing at a previously told joke, Jean slipped her arms around him and hugged his waist. He obliged and draped an arm around her shoulders pulling her close. That was nearly a year ago. Scott sighed closing his eyes, he could still remember the sensation when he felt the touch of Jean's arms around him.
"Done!" Jean announced. Her voice was filled with triumph. Scott sighed allowing himself to fall on to his back. He pulled himself back into a sitting position putting a hand over his mouth to cover up a yawn.
"Lets see it" he stretched out his hand gesturing for the drawing pad, which was now being held up against Jean's chest. She gave a small smile throwing the pencil to the floor and drew the pad back from her body a bit and observed her own drawing.
"Jean." Scott waved his hand to her, "You can not make me sit here for over an hour and not show me". Jean bit her lip looking at his face. She knew his face so well, better then her own. She knew every wrinkle, every frown crease and the shape of his nose.
"I am sure it looks great" Scott reassured leaning forward and grasping the pad in-between his fingers. In the center of the page were his head and the top of his shoulders. The light and dark gray pencil marks had all come together to form the features of his face and the shading cast upon it. Scott was rendered speechless, his mouth opened as if he was about to speak but the words refused to come out. Jean but her lip waiting for him to speak. Scott shook his head looking up at Jean.
"Jean - this is brilliant" he finally managed to speak. Jean smiled feeling her cheeks flush and she shrugged. Scott placed the pad on the carpet beside him and covered his mouth to muffle another yawn.
"Thank you" she murmured leaning back propping herself up on her elbows. She looked at him, feeling his stare. They sat in silence, the only sounds was that of the soft ticking of the bedside clock. The window that had been standing ajar letting in the cool breeze suddenly blew open caught in a strong gust of wind slamming it shut. Jean and Scott both jumped at the sudden loud noise and the wind blew out the candle sitting between them, leaving them in total darkness. They sat still for several seconds before the sound of movement caused Jean's ears to twitch. She squinted her eyes, blinded by the sudden absence of light. She shuffled herself over stretching her legs and arms.
Suddenly Jean's legs were pushed forward causing her gasp at the sudden contact. The force on her legs was hard and solid, the sound of Scott groaning as he tried to keep his balance drowned the silence. His feet intertwined with her long legs causing him to fall forward landing hard with an 'omph'.
Jean breathed in a sharp gasp if air as the sudden pressure of Scott's body atop hers was forced upon her. She closed her eyes and winced feeling Scott do the same. There was a moment's silence both gathering their breath, Jean feeling slightly winded. Her body seemed to tense underneath his, unfamiliar sensations ran through her causing goose bumps to appear.
"Jean -"
"Yes?"
"Are you OK?"
"Yes"
She made no attempt to try and get up, instead she felt herself sinking into the carpet, her muscles relaxing.
"Are you OK?" she asked, her voice barley above a whisper.
"Yeah - sorry if I hurt you"
"It's OK"
She began to giggle lifting her arms and allowing them to fall upon his bare back. She could feel him do the same. She could feel his breath on her face as he laughed silently. Jean could now make out the features of his face as her eyes were getting used to the darkness. He was looking at her, his laughter had stopped and he was now staring at her.
*You are beautiful*
She didn't know if he was meant to project the words into her head, but she heard it and blushed. Unable to keep the smile from her face she stopped giggling and stared back, trying to find his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. She let out an awkward breath as Scott lifted his arms and placed the palms of his hands onto the carpet and raised his body off of hers. He hovered where he was for a second before pushing himself off onto his knees. Jean sat up pushing her hair out of her face and putting a hand to her throat feeling a shiver pass through her.
"Sorry" he said, his face close to hers again. Jean smiled wrapping her arms around herself.
"It's Ok" she whispered. Scott met her gaze and held it. It was Jean who looked away first. Scott's watch bleeped sounding that another hour had passed and it was now 3:00am. Scott gaze dropped to the watch on his wrist and frowned.
"I'd better go to bed" he began standing on his feet and slowly making his way to the door. Jean frowned watching him as he walked with his back to her. She looked over her shoulder, the skin of his bare back slightly blue from the moonlight.
"Wait!" her voice was unexpected even to herself. Scott turned around suddenly. She sat there looking at him for a few seconds wondering why she had just called him back and now what she was going to say.
"Uh - do you want to come on a walk with me?"
"What now? Where?" he asked turning toward her and walking over to where she sat helping her stand.
"Yeah, I don't know where, but we haven't been on a walk in ages"
"Not in the middle of the night we haven't" he commented. Jean raised an eyebrow folding her arms over her chest.
"Please?" she said pushing out her lower lip pouting at him. Scott smiled dropping his gaze to the floor.
"Ok" he said looking up at her. Jean flashed him a smile, "Meet me down stairs in five minutes" he told her. She stood there for a short time deep in thought after he had left her to go and get ready. Jean wrapped her arms around herself, a sudden shiver washing over her. What had happened when Scott had fallen on her? She had never had a feeling like that before and she didn't know if it was longing for his body to be near hers again. She sighed shaking her head and walking over to the wardrobe and removing a pair of jogging bottoms from its hanger. Slipping them on she grabbed her jacket that was hanging up on the back of her door and shrugged it on. Opening the door she silently made her way down to the foyer stairs. By the time she had arrived at the top of the stairs Scott was waiting by the front doors with a thermos and two small cups in hand. She smiled at him, bouncing down the marble stairs.
"Ready?" he asked, he had slipped a pair of trousers over his boxers and a shirt over his chest. She nodded walking over to him and linked her arm through his. Scott opened the doors and the two set out into the night.
*~*
They made their way down the road, lost in conversation unaware that they had left the school grounds.
"You really said that?" Jean giggled at a story Scott had just told her. He nodded chuckling to himself. Jean threw her head back and laughed clutching his arm.
"I can not believe you" she giggled playfully hitting his chest. Once the laughter had died down Jean looked around for the first time trying to figure out where they had walked. To her left was a row of houses all in darkness and across the road on her right was a large field with a small park and a river.
"Oh Scott look there is that river we went to once, remember?" she asked him pointing a finger over to the field. Scott looked over to where she was pointing. The river was almost hidden by the small hill of grass in front of it, a small park with a slid, a round about and a swing set had been built next to it. Scott smiled.
"Yeah - I do"
"Can we go there?" she asked looking through his glasses and into his eyes. Before he got a chance to answer he was being pulled over the road and on to the field. Jean was standing at the riverbank watching the water slowly trickling down stream, while Scott sat underneath a tall oak tree, resting his back on the large trunk. He opened up the thermos of hot chocolate and poured some into each of the cups.
"Do you want your drink?" he asked. Jean looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. She turned and walked over to him sitting opposite him on the grass. Grasping her cup with both her hands she brought the plastic to her lips and took a mouthful of the warm liquid.
"Wow, look at that sky" she whispered leaning her head back slightly and gazing up at the black, star-filled sky.
"It is beautiful" she finished. Scott looked up to the sky and nodded in agreement before allowing his gaze to fall upon her. No sky could match her beauty. He smiled dreamily.
"What?" Jean asked. She was looking at him now. Scott blinked a few times.
"Nothing" he replied simply. Jean shook her head taking another sip of her steaming drink. Several moments passed and nothing was said. Jean looked back to the river and sighed.
"Remember when we came here with the others?" she asked. Scott shrugged sipping his own drink.
"It was so hot that day and we had a picnic down there by the riverbank. Kurt pushed Kitty into the river and she chased him with a bottle of ketchup." Scott chuckled, he was looking at her again and her eyes were on the running water.
"That was fun" she told him turning her face to look at him. Scott nodded and smiled. She smiled back and Scott noticed a small twinkle in her green eyes. She covered her mouth to hide a yawn.
"Tired?" he asked. Jean shrugged looking down at her hot chocolate. Scott shuffled over and patted the space next to him. Jean obliged crawling over and resting her back against the tree trunk. She groaned sleepily, resting her head on Scott's shoulder. Scott placed his cup on the ground next to the thermos, feeling Jean slip her arms through his. Yawning himself Scott lightly kisses the top of her head before resting his head atop hers.
With in moments the open thermos was forgotten and the two were asleep, lulled by the sound of the trickling water of the river in front of them.
*~*
A/N: Ok so.what did you guys think? Feel free to tell me.hint hint review..review Thanking you.3 (
A/N: Just want to say a random thank you to all who have reviewed any of my fics, you have really helped me and boosted my confidence up a notch. I can't tell you how much all your thoughts and comments mean to me.
The Hearts Choice
Chapter One
The only light was that of a small candle flame, casting dancing shadows across the walls of a bedroom. The heat of two bodies sat upon the soft bristles of the dark purple carpet in the center of the dimly lit room. They sat opposite each other with the candle placed on a plate in between them. They sat in silence. Jean Grey - an intelligent young woman of 18 sat in nothing but a long blue nightshirt and briefs. Her dark, red hair hung loosely down her back. Her knees were bent with a drawing-pad resting upon them. In her right hand she held a 2B pencil and she was slowly and carefully sliding the lead across the plain, white sheet of the paper. Her bright green eyes glancing up from the paper every now and then to take in more of the sight before her and then looking down to the paper and drawing it.
"Hold still" she hissed through closed teeth. The figure before her tensed and held his breath. Scott Summers, a boy of also 18 - almost 19 with thick brown hair and a pair of thick ruby coloured goggle like glasses resting on the bridge of his young nose. His hair parted down the middle, the front of it flopping helplessly over the sides of his face and the corners of his eyes. He too was dressed for bed in a pair of gray boxers. Scott bit his lip trying not to stir. He pinched the base of his chin suddenly feeling the need to move. He was sitting cross-legged with his left elbow resting on the top of his knee, his chin resting on the palm of his hand. He debated whether he should apologize for the sudden movement but decided against it. He glimpsed at her from the corner of his eye and his heart jumped. The dim light of the candle slowly becoming smaller as the wick of the candle melts. Her plain face, free of make-up was beautiful. He longed to reach out and touch her pale, clear skin, which looked a contrast of orange and blue from where the darkness and the light of the candle cast upon her face. Even with her hair slightly muffled and messed and her face naked he wondered if it were possible for her to appear more stunning.
"Yes?"
Her voice was unexpected. Scott blinked several times still frozen in his position. Jean had not glanced up from her drawing. He could see a slight smirk across her lips as she looked up again. It was as if she could feel his need to move. She smiled at him tucking her hair behind her ear.
"I am almost done Scott," she said looking back to her paper and sketching some more. Scott gave an invisible shrug not looking away.
"Why are you looking at me?" she asked. Scott raised an eyebrow.
"Am I not allowed to look at you?" he said doing the best he could to keep his lips still. Jean shook her head forcing herself to concentrate.
"Nearly finished" she sang beginning to scratch the pencil against the page once again.
"Just don't make me look weird" he murmured. Jean looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you implying that I would Mr. Summers?" she asked. Scott swallowed fighting back a grin and shook his head. She sighed turning back to her page. Scott drew a breath and let it out in a deep sigh. He looked about the room for what seemed to be the one-hundredth time. The walls were covered in a light purple paper, a few wooden shelves hung nailed to the walls all of which displayed trophies and novels. Certificates hung from the walls in frames next to the dressing table, which stood up against the wall opposite from where Scott sat. Up against the far wall was Jean's single bed placed beside the window and opposite the bed stood the wardrobe. Photographs stood upon the window ledge and on the small wooden bedside table, most of her family, mother and father and sister. On her bedside table next to the lamp were two pictures one of which was of every one living in the mansion and the other was of him and Jean on her 18th birthday. He smiled at the memory, they had all just finished a meal, laughing they were pushed together. Both laughing at a previously told joke, Jean slipped her arms around him and hugged his waist. He obliged and draped an arm around her shoulders pulling her close. That was nearly a year ago. Scott sighed closing his eyes, he could still remember the sensation when he felt the touch of Jean's arms around him.
"Done!" Jean announced. Her voice was filled with triumph. Scott sighed allowing himself to fall on to his back. He pulled himself back into a sitting position putting a hand over his mouth to cover up a yawn.
"Lets see it" he stretched out his hand gesturing for the drawing pad, which was now being held up against Jean's chest. She gave a small smile throwing the pencil to the floor and drew the pad back from her body a bit and observed her own drawing.
"Jean." Scott waved his hand to her, "You can not make me sit here for over an hour and not show me". Jean bit her lip looking at his face. She knew his face so well, better then her own. She knew every wrinkle, every frown crease and the shape of his nose.
"I am sure it looks great" Scott reassured leaning forward and grasping the pad in-between his fingers. In the center of the page were his head and the top of his shoulders. The light and dark gray pencil marks had all come together to form the features of his face and the shading cast upon it. Scott was rendered speechless, his mouth opened as if he was about to speak but the words refused to come out. Jean but her lip waiting for him to speak. Scott shook his head looking up at Jean.
"Jean - this is brilliant" he finally managed to speak. Jean smiled feeling her cheeks flush and she shrugged. Scott placed the pad on the carpet beside him and covered his mouth to muffle another yawn.
"Thank you" she murmured leaning back propping herself up on her elbows. She looked at him, feeling his stare. They sat in silence, the only sounds was that of the soft ticking of the bedside clock. The window that had been standing ajar letting in the cool breeze suddenly blew open caught in a strong gust of wind slamming it shut. Jean and Scott both jumped at the sudden loud noise and the wind blew out the candle sitting between them, leaving them in total darkness. They sat still for several seconds before the sound of movement caused Jean's ears to twitch. She squinted her eyes, blinded by the sudden absence of light. She shuffled herself over stretching her legs and arms.
Suddenly Jean's legs were pushed forward causing her gasp at the sudden contact. The force on her legs was hard and solid, the sound of Scott groaning as he tried to keep his balance drowned the silence. His feet intertwined with her long legs causing him to fall forward landing hard with an 'omph'.
Jean breathed in a sharp gasp if air as the sudden pressure of Scott's body atop hers was forced upon her. She closed her eyes and winced feeling Scott do the same. There was a moment's silence both gathering their breath, Jean feeling slightly winded. Her body seemed to tense underneath his, unfamiliar sensations ran through her causing goose bumps to appear.
"Jean -"
"Yes?"
"Are you OK?"
"Yes"
She made no attempt to try and get up, instead she felt herself sinking into the carpet, her muscles relaxing.
"Are you OK?" she asked, her voice barley above a whisper.
"Yeah - sorry if I hurt you"
"It's OK"
She began to giggle lifting her arms and allowing them to fall upon his bare back. She could feel him do the same. She could feel his breath on her face as he laughed silently. Jean could now make out the features of his face as her eyes were getting used to the darkness. He was looking at her, his laughter had stopped and he was now staring at her.
*You are beautiful*
She didn't know if he was meant to project the words into her head, but she heard it and blushed. Unable to keep the smile from her face she stopped giggling and stared back, trying to find his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. She let out an awkward breath as Scott lifted his arms and placed the palms of his hands onto the carpet and raised his body off of hers. He hovered where he was for a second before pushing himself off onto his knees. Jean sat up pushing her hair out of her face and putting a hand to her throat feeling a shiver pass through her.
"Sorry" he said, his face close to hers again. Jean smiled wrapping her arms around herself.
"It's Ok" she whispered. Scott met her gaze and held it. It was Jean who looked away first. Scott's watch bleeped sounding that another hour had passed and it was now 3:00am. Scott gaze dropped to the watch on his wrist and frowned.
"I'd better go to bed" he began standing on his feet and slowly making his way to the door. Jean frowned watching him as he walked with his back to her. She looked over her shoulder, the skin of his bare back slightly blue from the moonlight.
"Wait!" her voice was unexpected even to herself. Scott turned around suddenly. She sat there looking at him for a few seconds wondering why she had just called him back and now what she was going to say.
"Uh - do you want to come on a walk with me?"
"What now? Where?" he asked turning toward her and walking over to where she sat helping her stand.
"Yeah, I don't know where, but we haven't been on a walk in ages"
"Not in the middle of the night we haven't" he commented. Jean raised an eyebrow folding her arms over her chest.
"Please?" she said pushing out her lower lip pouting at him. Scott smiled dropping his gaze to the floor.
"Ok" he said looking up at her. Jean flashed him a smile, "Meet me down stairs in five minutes" he told her. She stood there for a short time deep in thought after he had left her to go and get ready. Jean wrapped her arms around herself, a sudden shiver washing over her. What had happened when Scott had fallen on her? She had never had a feeling like that before and she didn't know if it was longing for his body to be near hers again. She sighed shaking her head and walking over to the wardrobe and removing a pair of jogging bottoms from its hanger. Slipping them on she grabbed her jacket that was hanging up on the back of her door and shrugged it on. Opening the door she silently made her way down to the foyer stairs. By the time she had arrived at the top of the stairs Scott was waiting by the front doors with a thermos and two small cups in hand. She smiled at him, bouncing down the marble stairs.
"Ready?" he asked, he had slipped a pair of trousers over his boxers and a shirt over his chest. She nodded walking over to him and linked her arm through his. Scott opened the doors and the two set out into the night.
*~*
They made their way down the road, lost in conversation unaware that they had left the school grounds.
"You really said that?" Jean giggled at a story Scott had just told her. He nodded chuckling to himself. Jean threw her head back and laughed clutching his arm.
"I can not believe you" she giggled playfully hitting his chest. Once the laughter had died down Jean looked around for the first time trying to figure out where they had walked. To her left was a row of houses all in darkness and across the road on her right was a large field with a small park and a river.
"Oh Scott look there is that river we went to once, remember?" she asked him pointing a finger over to the field. Scott looked over to where she was pointing. The river was almost hidden by the small hill of grass in front of it, a small park with a slid, a round about and a swing set had been built next to it. Scott smiled.
"Yeah - I do"
"Can we go there?" she asked looking through his glasses and into his eyes. Before he got a chance to answer he was being pulled over the road and on to the field. Jean was standing at the riverbank watching the water slowly trickling down stream, while Scott sat underneath a tall oak tree, resting his back on the large trunk. He opened up the thermos of hot chocolate and poured some into each of the cups.
"Do you want your drink?" he asked. Jean looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. She turned and walked over to him sitting opposite him on the grass. Grasping her cup with both her hands she brought the plastic to her lips and took a mouthful of the warm liquid.
"Wow, look at that sky" she whispered leaning her head back slightly and gazing up at the black, star-filled sky.
"It is beautiful" she finished. Scott looked up to the sky and nodded in agreement before allowing his gaze to fall upon her. No sky could match her beauty. He smiled dreamily.
"What?" Jean asked. She was looking at him now. Scott blinked a few times.
"Nothing" he replied simply. Jean shook her head taking another sip of her steaming drink. Several moments passed and nothing was said. Jean looked back to the river and sighed.
"Remember when we came here with the others?" she asked. Scott shrugged sipping his own drink.
"It was so hot that day and we had a picnic down there by the riverbank. Kurt pushed Kitty into the river and she chased him with a bottle of ketchup." Scott chuckled, he was looking at her again and her eyes were on the running water.
"That was fun" she told him turning her face to look at him. Scott nodded and smiled. She smiled back and Scott noticed a small twinkle in her green eyes. She covered her mouth to hide a yawn.
"Tired?" he asked. Jean shrugged looking down at her hot chocolate. Scott shuffled over and patted the space next to him. Jean obliged crawling over and resting her back against the tree trunk. She groaned sleepily, resting her head on Scott's shoulder. Scott placed his cup on the ground next to the thermos, feeling Jean slip her arms through his. Yawning himself Scott lightly kisses the top of her head before resting his head atop hers.
With in moments the open thermos was forgotten and the two were asleep, lulled by the sound of the trickling water of the river in front of them.
*~*
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