Yet more Jean and Scott

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And then, in the morning...

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He realized as soon as he stared to stir that he wasn't alone in bed. Also, that it wasn't his bed. Automatically, his hand went up to his eyes, and he relaxed a little, realizing that yes, he was wearing his sleep goggles. He'd made a special trip last night... this morning... to get them, hadn't he?

He looked sideways at Jean, and a sudden, hesitant smile broke across his features. "Wow," he murmured as her eyes opened and she blinked at him sleepily. "Pinch me, I think I'm dreaming."

Jean managed a sleepy smile. "Kiss you instead," she said, suiting action to words before pillowing her head on his shoulder again. "Not a dream."

"You sure?" Her hair had little gold highlights in it in the morning sunlight. Still. "It's all surreal. And warm and fuzzy. When did my life turn into this?" He was teasing. Mostly.

Her fingers traced slow patterns on his skin as she reveled in the feeling that all was right with the world. He was still very much a morning person, capable of full sentances and everything - some things never changed, and that was good. "Am very sure," she confirmed, then went ahead and pinched him anyways.

Scott yelped a little, softly, then paused. "Nope. Still here." He kissed the top of her head. "Very glad about that, by the way. Delighted. I would have hated to have actually woken up."

"Never would have done it if it had meant you wouldn't be here anymore," Jean told him. "Would have entirely ruined what looks to be a really and truly wonderful day." She smiled at him, then stole another kiss.

"Are we absolutely sure we haven't done this in two years?" Scott asked, a few moments later. "Because it doesn't feel like that. It feels like... another morning." He knew she'd know what he meant - that the comfort, the sense of rightness, was still there.

"Fairly certain, yes, but it is another morning. Another morning of which there can be many more." Her arms slid around his waist to hold him close, aware that they'd have to get up soon and not terribly pleased at the idea of letting him out of her bed.

Scott breathed out on a long, contented sigh. Even though he knew he'd have to get up and do some damage control, after last night. That could wait a while longer, though, he thought, shifting around so that their bodies were in as much contact with each other as possible.

"Let's run away and join the circus."

Jean giggled, joy bubbling through her voice. "They'd send Kurt after us, you know. He would be disapproving." She paused. "Let's try it anyway."

"You can wear one of those little trapeze outfits. And I'll... uh, do something with lions." His imagination wasn't in proper working order this morning, it seemed. Ah, well.

"Just wear the outfit, or are you thinking I should try swinging on the trapeze, too?"

"You fly, right?" He paused, then got a rather loopy smile. "Or, no, sorry, it's that you make me feel like I'm flying. Or something like that."

She matched him loopy smile for loopy smile. "I love you so much, Scott Summers. And I think you would look very good in a lion taming suit."

"Well, Halloween's not that far away." The loopy smile softened. "I love you too, Jean Grey." There was more to it that he tried to push down the link, a bit tentatively. Safety and confidence and a sense of balance, all wound up in being here, with her.

Her smile shifted to something sweeter as she reached back to show him the security and stability he offered her and the way they balanced each other.

"So," he murmured after another long moment. "Bets on how fast this gets around?"

"No bet," Jean said. "Although I'm guessing not long."

Scott contemplated that for a moment, then gave a mental shrug. "When it does, it does." Although he would perhaps have to say something to Alex. "I can weather the teasing," Scott went on with a little smile. "And anything else that might come up. My dignity really isn't that important to me, you know."

"Glad to hear it," Jean said, managing to keep the grin off her face, if not out of her voice.

The sunlight was at an angle that suggested the breakfast hour, and Scott made a thoughtful noise. "I don't want to go just yet," he murmured.

"I'm ok with that. Breakfast is overrated. No one really needs to start the day with a balanced, nutritional meal. We should skip and stay here."

"I have to do the public mea culpa thing." Scott muttered, shifting a little. "I hate the public mea culpa thing."

"Circus?" Jean offered then, reluctantly, pulled away. "No, I know. If we don't go out and face it, the world will come in here, and that would just be unfortunate."

"So we go out and face the world," Scott said, then smiled. "And come back here at the end of the day?" His expression lit up with a mischievous smile. "Well, you know. Presuming this wasn't a one-time invitation..."

Jean kissed him deeply to stop him from making any other silly suggestions. "I think you have hit on the perfect plan," she said when she let him breath again.

Scott reached up and stroked the rumpled red hair back from her face. "I think," he said softly, "that we still have sorting out to do. We are both still crazy, after all. But I don't think..." He waved with his free hand. "I don't think this needs sorting out. I think we're okay, here. And I think we should probably be holding on as tight as we can to the parts that are okay."

She nodded. "Yes, keeping hold of the things which work in a very good idea. Especially since I don't want to let you, let this, go."

"Don't, then," Scott suggested, a bit of a catch in his voice. "I have no problem with the idea of you holding on for the rest of our lives."

Jean breathed out, feeling her heart skip a beat. "Do you mean..." She couldn't finish that question, not wanting to rush either of them, no matter how much she wanted the answer to be 'I do'.

"I've got all these conflicting voices going on right now," Scott said a bit helplessly. "I don't think we should make any decisions right now. Otherwise, you know how everyone's going to react. There'd be questions, and doubts... and probably more tea than we really need to drink." He stroked her hair again, his hand a bit unsteady. "And we still have things we need to sort out. But maybe, when we do... maybe it's all right to accept that we're not building from scratch, here?"

She nodded, catching his hand to press a kiss to it. "I can live with that," she told him. "You're right, there's still too much we need to work on, but here... this part doesn't need work. This part is right and perfect."

"Mmm. Screw breakfast," Scott said, and his arms tightened around her. "If the gossip wheel's going to turn, let's give it plenty of fodder."

"No complaints from me."