"Wouldn't be the first time.", Peter then gave a small smile. "Okay, I'll take care of what you need with what you miss... and don't forget we've got that class trip tomorrow too.".
Gwen nodded with a smile, "We wouldn't miss that! After all, it's Oscorp, and besides, Jean is curious if there is female staff working on cool stuff as you know she is passionate about equality.".
Peter chuckled, "Alright, and I will be bringing my camera for the schoolbooks. I may be a nerd and bad sighted without glasses, but I find good quality when I focus the camera.".
"Awesome. And Peter, you're the best.", Gwen grinned, and Peter blushed, smiling, and so they continued eating lunch, and about 20 minutes later, in one of the classes, Gwen put her hand up, looking miserable.
The teacher blinked, "Yes, Miss Stacy?", and Gwen replied, "I'm getting dizzy, and my stomach feels bad...I think I ate something off back in the cafeteria...", with a groan.
"Alright then...", the teacher sighed. He honestly wasn't too surprised, sometimes the food certainly didn't sit well with some students... and if Gwen Stacy was having issues, then it probably was the truth. "Do you think you can be able to get yourself to the nurse?", he asked her.
Gwen sighed heavily, "I think I can as long as I am careful, sir.". The teacher nodded, "Okay. Let me sign a slip in case. Pack up your bag, Miss Stacy. See if you can manage a few seconds with one of the water fountains on the way. It sometimes clears the head a bit.".
"Thank you, sir...", Gwen gave a small smile as he wrote up a slip, handed to her and then she was on her way out. She made sure to move quietly and not draw any attention from anywhere, making sure she was alone until she went to one of the bathrooms where Jean was waiting for her.
"Any problems with you?", she asked as Jean shook her head. "Nope, just said I had a dentist appointment and they just let me leave.", Jean gave a small smirk. "Now then... shall we get going?"
Gwen smiles nervously, "You sure that you're okay with being carried?", and Jean nods reassuringly, "Yeah. And before you ask, the school nurse was 'suggested' to believe that she sent you home.".
Gwen nodded, "Alright.", with a nervous chuckle. Gods, the upcoming talk is making her more nervous than necessary.
With tender care, Gwen picked up Jean, carrying her bride style as Jean telepathically opened the bathroom window, and closed it as swiftly as they flew up fast and high.
They hovered in the shadows of a cloud as Gwen pinpointed her eyesight and hearing, "Your dad's mowing the grass. Your mom's out at work.", watching the Watson house.
Jean sighed, "And your place?", and Gwen looked at her apartment, "Dad's in the office. Must be a half day...", with a groan.
Jean looked before exhaling, "Let's use the World Trade Tower rooftop.", unknowing that in another world, the place would have been a tragedy of great loss, but here, if it wasn't for Professor Xavier, he wouldn't have 'suggested' the terrorists to drive the plane somewhere else, say, the Hudson.
Gwen flew up high and as fast as she could without making Jean uncomfortable, making sure that no one could truly see them. "I honestly still can't believe you're real some days.", Jean chuckled. After all, it wasn't enough that Gwen was an alien that looked all but human, but she also had some incredible powers.
Gwen smiled wryly, "I still can't believe that I can be so close to the stars without the city lights to hide them.". Jean smiled at that before the two of them reached the roof. A quick scan by the both of them found that they were alone up there and hopefully no one would think of showing up for any reason, giving them plenty of time to talk alone.
"Almost seems so calm up here...", Jean observed. "Like the city is almost standing still...". Gwen whispered softly, "And peaceful without all that drama...this is better than a broom closet or something...sorry...", blushing when she realized the mistake there, not wanting to insult Jean...her mouth has a minor problem when it runs without thinking.
"Yeah...", Jean chuckled. "At least it's certainly not as cramped or anything..." Jean then took a deep breath. "Okay then... since we're alone right now... what was going on with you earlier, Gwen? What epiphany did you have?".
Gwen exhaled, and took a deep breath before looking at Jean straight in the eyes, "The epiphany I had was when I was thinking that it should be me to have your attention, not those perverts...that was when it came out of nowhere...the comment that I love this girl...I declined at first, but my body began to tell me, my memory showing all of you...your laugh, your smile, your walk, your passion for equality, your beautiful yet fiery temper, your wonderful heart in helping people that's in trouble, your incredible powers, and your gorgeous soul inside and outside, and of course, the fact that before Jasmine, you're the only one to bare yourself around me...I love you, Jean Grey-Watson.", smiling nervously yet tenderly as she finally accepted her feelings, having been confused and conflicted all morning.
Jean's eyes widened at this confession. Sure, it was something she had partially guessed and at times certainly could imagine once the genie had been let out of the bottle with their whole 'passionate sessions' with one another. But to hear Gwen say those words to her...
Jean turned her head away as Gwen started to feel worried. Did she do something wrong? Was this too much? Did she just completely ruin everything?
"Jean...", Gwen whispered as Jean closed her eyes, trying to think for a moment, to process everything that she just heard.
"You... you truly believe that? That... it's not just maybe real close friendship... but like... actually 'I want to spend the rest of my days with you', 'wake up in bed together in married bliss', sort of love?", Jean asked.
Gwen took a deep breath as she knew when they were finished at those sleepovers, after the passionate sessions, they had to part away, with Gwen using the guest bedroom or on the floor in her sleeping bag, for the sake of Jean's parents when they come back, habitually checking on Jean and Gwen, especially when they respect and fear George Stacy.
There definitely were times Gwen wished to sleep in Jean's bed, maybe holding her like a kid, but doing it in blissful love, waking up straight at Jean's gorgeous green eyes, hearing her voice say good morning, Gwen never thought about it until now...
She gently laid her hand over in Jean's view, and she spoke firmly yet tenderly, "I am serious now...I want to wake up to your gorgeous face, see those green gems shine, hear your voice say 'good morning', and spending the rest of my life with you, that doesn't scare me for anything...God, now since I said it this morning, I desperately want to show those perverts that you don't have to dance alone...seeing you in a dress, dancing with you...kissing under the lights...", whispering the last few comments.
Jean looked at Gwen for a few moments before a small smile creeped up on her face. "Certainly would either make their hearts shatter or cause them to race even more...", she gave a small chuckled as Gwen chuckled as well.
"Their loss, our gain for sure.", Gwen smiled back as she looked longingly into Jean's eyes, "Jean... please... I need to know... if I've made a mistake today by saying that... or if I did the right thing and you feel the same for me.".
Jean exhaled deeply, looking at Gwen, her brain working fast, showing her memories of Gwen...her mischievous moments of teasing people or pulling them under the rug, her wide smile when she does her self-defense moves passionately, her sharp eyes in not missing anything, her compassionate and kind heart when helping Peter or other people in classes, her giggle when she reads a funny book, her laugh when she tells or hears a joke, and her scary yet rare temper when she sees something done too far, like bullying, and then there's her beautiful soul, spiritually, along with a beautiful body, physically, and ironically, Jean was the teacher when they were inexperienced in the first place, thanks to all the real-world information from the adults she couldn't help mind-reading.
Seeing her bright blue eyes, her heavenly blonde hair, seeing her smile while waking up in bed doesn't sound so bad, and being with her all the rest of her days...that would make her feel like she's just herself...no thoughts to mind-read, no stress to be perfect, no drama to be had...Heck, they told each other of their secrets sometime into their agreement of being best friends with benefits...and she doesn't have to be alone at the prom...after all, sophomores can bring freshmen along...seeing Gwen in a dress when she's usually a tomboy or naked, dancing with her, and kissing her on the lips romantically...
Jean exhaled, realizing that all the kissing were sexual, friendly, comfortable in a way, but never romantic... She whispered, "We've never been kissed romantically, have we?".
Gwen shook her head. "No... not really, it was more of furiously making out with each other... never... gentle... tender...", with a little chuckle. "Well.. Gwen Stacy... we need to change that then.", Jean smiled as she leaned over to press her lips against Gwen's.
Gwen widened her eyes for a moment before realizing that it's happening, and closed her eyes as she kissed Jean ever so tenderly and gently as she cradled a hand on Jean's cheek, feeling Jean's hand on her cheek, their other hands caressing the over-the shoulder locks of red and blonde hair, and the kiss became a bit more deeper as they slowly wrapped their arms around each other, with them hovering all of a sudden above the rooftop, but only like a foot or two above, still hidden from the cityscape.
Jean felt herself off the ground, but she loved it, being held in Gwen's arms, floating in midair just felt more romantic; and that's what this was: romantic. Jean knew that deep down, even if part of her still hadn't truly decided if it was the case, she was in love with Gwen as much as Gwen was with her.
They then soon had to let go for fresh air, and Gwen noticed that they were floating, and smiled bashfully, "Sorry.", and Jean giggled warmly, "Don't be. This feels good and nice...can you wait for me to say those words?".
Gwen smiles at her, "Jean, we're 15 and 16. I can totally wait, but now...are you okay to...get into the next step, and well, talk about other things?".
"Of course...", Jean said to her. "We're not keeping any more secrets from each other, alright? We'll still keep things on the downlow with others but from this point forward, we're no longer friends with benefits but full-on lovers!".
Gwen nodded with a smile, "Sounds good to me...But what about Jasmine, and the prom in the spring? I want to break those perverts' hearts...".
"First of all, we've still got quite a lot of months before prom, we're not even close to the holidays yet.", Jean chuckled. "As for Jasmine... well, we've got to tell her, we can't leave her in the dark about this.".
Gwen grinned, "Agreed. She's sassy and smart as a whip, she doesn't miss anything if she can help it.", chuckling. "Exactly... besides... I do at least want to tell somebody else about this and she's perfect as we both know she'll never be able to tell anyone else...", Jean chuckled.
"Except for other cats...", Gwen teased as Jean rolled her eyes, "True, but again, no actual people she can tell.".
Gwen sighed deeply, "I still wish we could get her back to human...can you believe that she's actually curious about high school of all things?", with a shake of her head.
"I know, but we can't blame her, especially when she asked us to bring copies of all the schoolbooks we have into her dreams. She's catching up pretty good, considering the situation.", Jean replied with a proud smile.
Gwen chuckled, "Especially with us as her tutors...good thing you got really great control now with the time limit...before, it was five minutes, 10 minutes, 15 minutes, 20 minutes, 25 minutes, and so on, until you can manage an hour...which was awesome, when we can help her get a perfect orgasm without frustration when we had to leave.".
"She'll certainly enjoy that...", Jean smiled as she took a deep breath. "So... now what?", looking at Gwen. "Well... it's just the two of us up here... we could use the time we have to wait for school to end for us to practice some more kissing, if you want to.", Gwen suggested.
Jean smiled, "That sounds brilliant, but honestly, it's a tad chilly even with the sun being warm...how about a date? If you think about it, the other kids are stuck in school, no rumors by them, our folks are at home or whatever, and if we are deep inside the city, anybody wouldn't call us out as we're essentially strangers to a million people in this city.".
"That's actually a brilliant idea... still got plenty of time before school is out so... yeah, let's do it.", Gwen kissed her on the lips once more. "You're amazing, you know that?".
Jean smiled warmly, "And you're incredible.", kissing her back before humming, "Your turn to pick the place, Gwen. After all, I picked the World Trade Center.".
Gwen smiles, "How about bowling first? And if anyone asks, we can say that we are homeschooled or had a half day of school.".
"Sounds like a plan then... just be careful with the ball... don't want to break anything.", Jean winked as Gwen chuckled and picked her up bridal style once more, "Hey, I've got a pretty good grip on things...".
Jean smirked, "Oh, I know, all too well...after all, I still remember your previous birthday when you treated me with a amazing massage in the bath, and of course, the excuse that the bathtub was rusted after that insanely passionate session of humping and hand-thrusting from behind...".
Gwen blushed hard, "I'm just glad I didn't accidentally break something there while that was going on...". The two of them headed back down to street level, making sure they weren't spotted and then carried on like everything was normal between the two of them at the moment; that they weren't just on top of the World Trade Center less than a minute ago and that they totally weren't playing hooky for a date.
Gwen and Jean had a glorious date of bowling, strolling in one of the parks, and both watching a movie while making out in the dark at one of the theaters.
After the theater, Gwen quickly brought Jean to the house before the bus could drop off Peter and some other kids in the neighborhood, and with a passionate yet loving kiss, Gwen flew back to her apartment, pretending to have taken the subway home, before realizing that the school might have called George about Gwen taking ill.
"Come on...", Gwen said to herself. "Jean and I haven't done anything that would draw attention like that... those teachers would take us at our word, surely? At least just this one time...".
It's one thing when Jean's a sophomore, and can 'suggest' thoughts like people seeing her parents picking her up and all, but Gwen is a freshman, and her father is literally the captain of his precinct...She knew Jean 'suggested' the nurse to send Gwen home, and with this being New York City, there's buses, subway, and taxis, and even walking to any Walgreens on the way home, to cure her random illness, but if the school called George between that to the end of the school day, just catching up to see if she is fine to go to the field trip...during their date...
Gwen was just silently praying that someone at school decided not to bother calling home and telling him about what she did. If he found out... God, how was she going to get out of that one? She didn't feel comfortable telling him about Jean... not this soon.
And she is so looking forward to the field trip, wanting to see Jean be part of it, being passionate about asking questions with female staff, to know how Oscorp treats the fairer sex, and of course, geek out with Peter when they get close to labs and all.
With a deep breath as the elevator dinged, arriving on her and her father's apartment floor, Gwen headed to the apartment door, and adjusted her hair as if it wasn't windblown in all that flying, her clothes and such before casually unlocking the door.
Gwen made one more final prayer as she walked in. "Dad?", she called out. "I'm home...", looking around and heard the nearby, distant sound of the television on.