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The clouds were lined with silver and horizon was dressed in gold. A couple deeply in love flew towards the rising sun, knowing they would soon be at their destination. The pilot smiled at his sleeping wife and put the auto-pilot on so he could stand up for a minute or two and stretch his legs. Scott Summers, known better to the outside world as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, checked the co-ordinates and smiled as his wife, Jean Summers, known as Phoenix, stirred from her slumber.

"Morning beautiful."

"Uh? Mmm-ning…" Jean answered sleepily and yawned, grinning as Scott kissed the top of her head.

She slowly woke fully and stared around the controls, before remembering where they were and where they were going. A trip up to Alaska, Anchorage, Scott's birthplace. Jean could remember suggesting it and how his face had lit up at the prospect. She knew it wasn't hot, but it would be good for him to go back and they would have a wonderful time.

Jean held out her arms and Scott bent down to hug her, smiling at her total innocence. They kissed, and touched noses before kissing again, then moving to take control of the mini jet once more. Pulling on one of Scott's jumpers, Jean snuggled herself in it and smiled delightedly. Scott chuckled out loud and began to take them in to land. Jean smacked his arm lightly and laughed, gazing at the beautiful scenery below them, a picturesque landscape covered with soft white snow.

"It's pretty huh?" Scott whispered as they landed softly.

"Very…" Jean whispered back, turning to get their bags. "Are we close?"

"Yeah, as close as humanly possible whilst we're in a jet."

Jean smiled and hummed to herself whilst sorting out their things into what she could carry and what Scott could. Behind her Scott groaned at her sorting. "That makes me look like a wimp…"

"No." Jean grinned. "But I can carry more with my telekinesis, don't argue babe."

Grumbling amicably, Scott picked up the things he was allowed to and stepped outside into the cold air. He shivered and smiled, moving to direct them toward the cabin he had rented for this trip. He smiled wider as opened the door and found the fire already lit. Scott walked through and put his load in the bedroom, before ducking as Jean fired the other few into the room with him.

Jean grinned and kissed him as he came out looking a tad annoyed. When they pulled back he had a stupid grin on his face, signalling that he wasn't mad. Jean giggled and flopped onto the couch, kicking off her boots. Scott pushed her up a little and sat down next to her, also taking off his boots and enjoying the closeness of his wife.

Happily, Jean rested her head on his leg, until he shifted so she could lie between his legs, her head resting now against his chest, their fingers entwined across her stomach. Scott moved his head and sighed.

"Love you Jean, andthanks, for this."

"You're welcome, and I love you right back."

Scott eased his knees up and turned her over in his arms, kissing her deeply. Jean responded in kind, touching his face gently. They only broke one kiss to begin another, their hands travelling as their passion rose. After finding the couch was too small for this, Jean stood up and led Scott to their bedroom, where she closed the door slowly, causing him to step behind her and trail kisses across the back of her neck. Scott lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed, where they spent a long time teasing, kissing and making love. Jean's thoughts were filled with Scott, and his with her, as she forgot her half promise to Ororo…

... Back at the Mansion ...

Ororo, back at the mansion, was also forgetting her half promise to Jean, as she and Logan played a strange game of hide and seek throughout the mansion. The day had begun normally, then she and Logan had encountered each other in the kitchen and he had hummed 'My Heart Will Go On' quietly. Ororo had grinned and coughed loudly "Tamed"

Since then, he had been chasing her around, trying to get her back for that. Ororo had to admit she was enjoying it. It was a fun game to play with the man that she loved. By the minute she was becoming increasingly sure that he felt how she did, which made her heart soar. She dived into her room and shut the door tightly, locking it and turning only to jump and laugh.

"Hey there darlin'. Didn't ya think I'd come in here?"

Laughing at Logan's confidence, Ororo shook her head. "I had no clue Logan, honestly."

Logan grinned and continued to sit on the end of her bed gazing at her. He waited until her laughter had stopped, then spoke again, with repeated confidence. After the events in the kitchen yesterday he had realised that the beautiful woman also loved him in the same he loved her.

"So darlin', what do I do now I caught ya?"

Ororo thought for a moment, then smiled. She walked slowly over to him, until Logan's nose was almost touching her stomach. Raising a hand, she tilted his face upward and kissed him. Logan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down as he fell backward onto her bed.

They broke the kiss shyly and smiled at each other. Ororo spoke, whilst running her fingers through his hair gently. "I guess I really did tame the Wolverine…"

Logan laughed lightly and kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I caught myself a Storm too. What a weird world we live in."

Both of them laughed and kissed again, now lost in each other. Both opened their hearts and allowed the other in with each kiss they shared. Logan looked up as he sat over Ororo, after staring down at her face that was slightly flushed, her hair that was fanned out around her head as she lay on her back and the way her chest was rising and falling faster than usual. He grinned suddenly.

"Ya locked the door, didn't ya 'Ro?"

Ororo nodded confused and smiled, "Yes, why?"

Logan answered with a kiss and slid his hands to her waist where he could gain access to the edge of her blouse. Ororo realised what he meant as soon as the words left her mouth, and she responded happily, wondering if Charles would mind the noise. That thought quickly deserted her as Logan's hands moved.

­­Below them Kitty scowled and turned up the TV, hugging her dragon who had come to her during a mission with the X-Men in space. Kurt bounced in and smiled at her, tickling Lockheed's chin with his tail.

"Vat's up Katzchen?" Kitty pointed upwards and Kurt understood. "But Jean and Scott are avay, so who-?"

Kitty looked at Kurt, then at Lockheed. Lockheed blew a puff of smoke and snorted before laughing to himself, in a dragony way. Kitty held up three fingers and Kurt stared in horror.

"NO VAY! Logan and Ororo?"

"Yep, gross huh?" Kitty conceded and turned the TV up again. Kurt moved closer to her and stretched, placing an arm around her shoulders. Lockheed cackled and flew to Kitty's other side as she leaned into Kurt.

"Very gross. Ven Jean and Scott come back, zere vill be a competition for who is ze loudest."

Kitty giggled and hugged Kurt, making him grin. Lockheed pulled a face and flew onto the top of the TV where he strutted up and down making loud howling noises and blowing smoke at random. Kurt stared at him in surprise and looked to Kitty for an explanation.

"He's jealous."

"Ah." Kurt grinned and stuck his tongue out at Lockheed at Kitty laughed. Lockheed scowled as well as a dragon possibly could and flew off to find Bobby. That would calm his temper, he loved playing with the ice boy…

"You think Jean and Scott will have a contest with them?" Kitty asked uneasily.

Kurt paled and looked down at her. "I hope not… I like my sleep."

... Alaska...

Unaware of Kitty and Kurt talking about them and their 'activities', Jean and Scott lay breathless next to each other, looking at one another and smiling, touching occasionally, just fingertips, or brushing knees, but it sent pleasurable shivers through both of them. Jean leaned up on one elbow and rolled Scott onto his back, so she could trace circles on his chest.

"Scott?"

"Uh huh…" He mumbled, contented by her presence.

"Do you think about our future a lot?"

Scott opened his eyes fully and turned his head to look at her. "Course, why?"

"What do you think about?" Jean continued, ignoring his question, an concentrating on her circle drawing.

"Well, I think that, one day we'll have our own home, not just with the Professor. We'll have each other and, maybe, jobs, and kids… What's wrong?"

Jean shook her head as tears came to her eyes. She wiped them away with the corner of the bed sheet and smiled. "Nothing, it's just… do you think we could have a family? With us being X-Men and everything, do you think we could?"

"Hell yeah." Scott answered quickly and pulled Jean down so her head was resting on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and locked his fingers into hers. "I reckon that, if being X-Men threatens us, and our future, we'd have to leave. I could never live without you, but I could live without being Cyclops. I mean, I love the Professor like a father for all he's done for us, but we have our own lives too."

Jean nodded quietly and kissed his jaw. "Yes, yes I know, I just worry."

"I know you do, honey, and that's why I'm here. I'll do your worrying for you, then we'll move on with things and everything will turn out okay."

Scott smiled and kissed her forehead lightly, rubbing her shoulder gently with his fingertips. "See? It'll all be okay."

Jean snuggled closer to him and smiled. "So long as we're together. I can handle anything then Slim."

Scott's expression was hard to put into words, but the feeling that came from them both was one of deep, unchanging, strong, everlasting, passionate, lustful, gentle yet in some ways dangerous love. They continued to lie there for a time, before going to have a shower together and completely relaxing as they shared everything that had worried them, even if it was a dumb thing. They laughed about the silly things and sorted out the serious things, before starting to unpack – Jean's job – and going to get food – Scott's job.

"I'll be back as soon as I can, love."

"Miss you already Scott!"

The door closed and Jean hugged herself tightly, a smile warming her insides and lighting the room. The only question that remained unanswered in Jean's mind, one that she didn't even hear was that, was her smile the only thing warming her insides? Or was there another reason… one growing even as she unpacked.


Quite short, I know, but still…

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