Author's Note: Please don't get caught up in the symbolism and imagery at the end of the chapter. Remember that it's supposed to be how Scott and Jean see each other. For those of you wondering, I guess this would be classified as a Jott story. This chapter definitely is, anyway.

In the Infirmary

Xavier first heard Scott stirring nearly a full 12 hours after the incident in the Danger Room. Xavier remembered very little about what happened. He remembered Jean's powers spiking wildly out of control, rendering herself and everyone near her unconscious. They all suffered significant psychic trauma. Wolverine woke up 3 hours ago, and Jean an hour after that. They were both with him in the infirmary, Logan sitting next to the window smoking one of his cigars and drinking a beer, and Jean over next to the Professor, trying to figure out what had happened. She hadn't even a clue as to why her powers spiraled out of control, but after going through Scott's mind Xavier had pieced together the dread situation. Phoenix was getting horny.

"Scott, are you awake?"

Scott responded to the professor. "The infirmary?"

"Yes Scott. You've experienced a psychic attack."

"That's what that was?" He had never experienced a psychic attack like that before. Pictures of Jean being lustfully fucked into a wall by Logan littered his mind, flashing into his vision whenever he closed his eyes. And the firebird. As he lay thinking about it, the feelings started welling into his memory, too. "Who…"

Jean cried out and ran to Scott, throwing her arms around him. She wept onto his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Scott. Something happened inside of me. I hurt all 3 of us. We've been here all night."

He held her close. He was glad she needed him, because he definitely needed her. "I'm okay…"

He wasn't OK.

Xavier spoke up, "She has no idea what happened," he said. The professor shot him a stern look. His expression held grave importance, as if she needed to stay that way. Scott caught on immediately. He was happier that way anyway. What just happened needed to be forgotten. Then a thought shot into his head, and he turned to Logan. The Wolverine looked straight at him, and made a licking motion with his tongue. He clearly knew what had happened.

"Logan, I need some time to talk to Scott. Jean, I'll need you to leave too. I promise I won't keep him long."

Feeling that he had pestered Scott enough, Logan left the room, scratching his package for dramatic effect. Jean looked tearfully at him and turned to the door, weeping on the way to her quarters.

"Charles, I need to go to her."

"Yes you do. Let me tell you exactly how much you need to go to her," the Professor spoke, donning one of his telepathic devices. He used this machine to display images from his mind. He flashed the final image in Scott's mind during the attack. The Phoenix.

"That Phoenix did this Scott. I locked that creature up in Jean's mind when she was but a girl. It is her id, but it is also the most powerful psychic presence that has ever been found. The woman you love has this inside her, and it made Jean psychically fuck Logan right in front of you."

"That's not possible. I love Jean, and she loves me. She would never do that."

"But Phoenix would," the Professor continued. "Her id has been driven wild. It's going to be a danger to us all if we can't control it. It wants something. Something you're not giving it."

He couldn't believe where this was going. The image came to Scott's mind just as the projector revealed it to his eyes: Jean leaning against that hallway, naked from the knees up, and aching to be fucked from behind. "Charles, you need to stay the hell out of my memories. What happens between Jean and me is for the two of us only."

Xavier took off the device and rolled over to Scott. "Scott, I know this is uncomfortable for you, but you need my immediate counsel. Normally it is your business, but Phoenix is real and can hurt or even kill you. It will do the same to the Jean you love. It ruptured the walls I put in Jean's mind earlier today. I did my best to repair the mental cage, but another burst like that could be fatal to anyone near her."

Silence made that fact sink in. The Professor continued, "But right now you need to go to her. Phoenix is weakened and contained. And you're right that Jean loves you, which is why you are the only one that can give her what she wants. Logan will only release the Phoenix if she tries to get it from him. Go and love your woman."

Scott was eager to do just that. He walked slowly to his room, the room he shared with Jean. Opening the door, he found her weeping on the bed. He took her into his arms, holding her until she stopped crying. Four hours later, the two were asleep.

He dreamed of Jeannie. He dreamed of her floating through the air around him. He saw all of the colors in his dreams that he could never see in real life, because he did not need to wear anything over his eyes. The green of the flowing grass caught his eyes. He loved to dream with Jean. She always gave him the most beautiful dreams. He heard her speak to him in a heavenly voice, "You know I love you Scott. I would never do such a thing to you."

Turning back to Jean, she smiled at him. The two of them were naked in the field. He observed this fact, and the fact that his body hair was gone, with the sole exception of a tastefully groomed pubic region. He almost looked like a Greek sculpture, except with a bigger penis. Her body looked absolutely divine. The air carried her around him effortlessly. Grabbing her hand he looked her in the eye and said, "Of course I know that you love me, just like you know that I love you."

He relished knowing that Jean was actually with him. They share the same dreams constantly, and it is the most lovely thing about being with her. He pulled her to him and they shared the perfect kiss. Their bodies met shortly after their lips, their arms wrapped around each other. Her body was so warm, and he felt energies flow from her into him. He kissed her again, this time bringing their tongues together. His hands slid across her back, and then down again to her rear. His fingers spread out across her buttocks, and he held her up at his waist, feeling his newfound erection brushing against her legs.

"Scott…" she whispered. I love you so much… you are the perfect man for me. Please love me too.

Wanting to do that more than anything else, he slowly entered her. The warmth and wetness of her core made him feel welcome. She moaned and he felt pleasure cascading into him from his cock. He held her close, slowly moving in and out of her, gently diving deeper. Joy rained from the sky, as sparkling tears from the cloud, with each drop hitting the lovers. They felt so pure together. Going to his knees, and then sitting on his heels, he brought her down to he ground. Energy from their lovemaking seeped into the grass, and it shone the color of the sun. He laid on the ground as she arched her back, taking his cock into her while embracing the sky. Holding her breasts close and bouncing in seemingly slow motion, she moaned like an orgasmic angel.

Scott pulled himself up to her chest and kissed her between her breasts. His lips left a shining mark behind. He sat up and leaned her back, taking the top position and droving gently into her again. His eyes gazed upon her face, her eyes closed and mouth open, her hair spread across the fantastically colored ground. She opened her eyelids as he sped up, and light spilled out from inside her body. He felt his impending orgasm, looked deep into her shining eyes, and listened closely to her orgasmic sighs. He closed his eyes in an attempt to contain the bliss, but it burst through his body, through his very being, as it went deep inside Jean. She arched her head back and took in a deep breath. Sparkling tears of joy ran down her cheeks as she held her lover close, both of them catching their breath.