Scott and Jean, Thursday afternoon
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xp_logsThe log behind this post. Jean shows off her new swimsuit. Scott nearly drowns. They then prove that the pool has some sort of mystical field encouraging inappropriate public displays of affection. Kitty chooses a bad moment to step outside.
Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb, Scott thought, and took the steps down into the pool instead of climbing down the ladder. Although he'd had Madelyn take a look at his shoulder to make sure that his precipitous encounter with the Danger Room wall this afternoon hadn't done any damage beyond bruising, the bruises were quite painful enough. She'd probably smack him upside the head if she caught him out here swimming, but he didn't want it to stiffen up on him. A little exercise should help.
A new swimsuit meant new tan lines, and while Jean wasn't actually vain enough to care, it did seem like a good idea to get more comfortable with the poolside part of pool party before having to deal with overenergetic kids and taning was as good an excuse as anything. Stepping out on the deck she heard splashing coming from the pool. Well, she'd have to get used to the sound, too. Besides, a quick check told her it was Scott, and it would be good to have someone out here with her. Oh, and he hadn't heard her come out. Excellent. "Afternoon, Scott."
Coming up to the end of one lap, Scott got one glimpse of Jean. Jean in a bathing suit. Jean in a really, really... excellent bathing suit, and he missed his grab for the edge of the pool and wound up sputtering and choking on a mouthful of water.
That was really good incentive to approach the pool, although not one to repeat often. In a flash Jean was kneeling at the edge, looking at him worriedly. "Are you alright, love? I didn't mean to distract you. Well, I did, but..."
Coughing, Scott made another grab at the edge of the pool - with the arm attached to the bad shoulder. He swore, then managed a laugh at the way she was looking at him. "Fine. You just about killed me with your beauty, though. Witch."
"You're not allowed to drown, so you know. Plus I'm not sure i can swim. Why is your shoulder hurting?" Sure that Scott was ok, Jean sat back, putting more space between her and the water.
Scott smiled up at her. "A droid threw me into a wall in the Danger Room," he confessed. "Me and my damned lack of peripheral vision. You know the story."
"Ouch. No backup during the simulation, or were they just not paying attention." It was definitely getting easier to deal with being around the pool. Of course, she wasn't in the water.
"Was running it solo," Scott confessed, "which yes, I shouldn't have been doing, but I do break the rules occasionally, remember?" He was noticing that she was somewhat more relaxed that he would have expected. Just don't splash her or anything, he thought wryly.
"You know, I do think I kind of remember something about you and rule breaking..." Jean smiled. "And definitely don't splash me, please. Things are... well, okay-ish, when I'm out here and not being wet. And you're here, which helps."
Scott chuckled and treaded water, ignoring his shoulder's protest. "Wouldn't dream of it," he said, and quite unashamedly ogled her. "My God, that is one hell of a swimsuit, woman."
"You like then?" She leaned back on her hands, winking at him. "Then clearly my shopping trip was successful. And if your shoulder's hurting you are free to come out of there. Could make it worth your while..."
"Who am I to say no to something like that?" Scott hauled himself up over the side, wincing. "Ow," he said. "Okay, so this wasn't the best idea in the world," he muttered, rubbing tentatively at his shoulder.
"I meant to come out the non-painful way. Impatient dork. Am just going to have to make it worth the pain..." Jean leaned over to kiss him deeply. When she let him breathe again she added, "Damn the fine line between making it worth it and scarring the kids."
Scott's brain coughed, sputtered, and gradually shifted back into working order. "Let's scar them?" he said hopefully. "Moira and Nate have been known to scar them. Alison caught them in the library once last summer... did you ever hear about that? And if the older and more responsible are doing it..."
Jean couldn't help but grin at the feeling of his brain unmelting itself. Almost as much fun as the feeling when it melted. "I'm ok with the scarring if you are," she practically purred, sliding her arms around him. She tilted her head to press a series of kisses along his jaw. "No, I didn't hear about that," she breathed in his ear. "Well, if they can do it..."
This was definitely not Being A Good Role Model. But everyone would have to forgive him. Because that was one hell of a bathing suit, and the woman wearing it was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing on earth. Most men with hormones would have been at the mercy of them. Scott figured he was being good keeping it to some very enthusiastic kissing.
Being a Good Role Model was overrated, Jean decided vaguely. Although it would take a bit of will power to keep it on the side of not being a Good Role Model, instead of being a Bad Role Model. Although Bad Role Model was starting to sound like a good idea, and that meant that it would be a good idea to put at least a little space between them. Jean breathed in deeply as she pulled back slightly. "Um... hi. Shoulder feeling better?"
"What? Oh, right," Scott said after a moment, blinking behind his goggles. "Shoulder. Um." He smiled a bit foolishly. "Still sore. But I think you had me distracted but good, there..."
"Glad to hear that," she said, grinning brightly. "Should I distract you some more?"
Scott looked around. "We're going to hear the pitter-patter of little feet at any minute," he said, and then decided he didn't care. He leaned in and kissed her - lips, edge of her jaw, and neck, the last most lingeringly. "Why is that not restraining me more?" he murmured as she shivered. "I think it's the bathing suit."
Jean's hands slid over his skin, mapping out familiar paths. "Restraint, mmmm, overrated," she said, blithely ignoring that she'd been the one to pull back last time. "I thought we were agreed that the scarring was ok. It's, you know, character building. Good for them."
"Makes them... gah... grow up faster." Scott took a deep, slightly unsteady breath, and leaned in to kiss Jean again. #Love you,# he sent over the link, the words a caress. #So much.#
#Love you, too. Always.#
The door sliding open completly failed to register in Jean's ears, but the sudden mental shock was less easy to ignore. The loud, "Cripes! God, sorry, sorry," was also hard to ignore. Blushing furiously, Kitty spun around in place and started back into the building, calling over her shoulder, "I saw nothing. Nothing, I tell you. Running away now," before vanishing into the building and shutting the door firmly behind her.
Scott bit his lip. Hard. "We asked for that," he said, half-chastened, half-amused. And then kissed her again anyway. "Okay," he murmured almost in her ear, "we do have this perfectly nice suite that we have all to ourselves. With doors that lock. What do you think?"
Jean managed to stifle the giggles that were threatening, but it was close. The kiss helped distract her though, quite thouroughly. "I think that that is a very good idea. I'm in favor of our suite, and also doors."
"And beds!" Scott reminded her helpfully, pulling her with him as he got to his feet. "I am also in favor of beds."
"Oh yes, let's not forget beds." Standing so close, she couldn't quite resist stealing another kiss. "Far more comfortable than couches or backseats. Not that those haven't also had their good points."
"Can't forget the pool tables, either."
Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb, Scott thought, and took the steps down into the pool instead of climbing down the ladder. Although he'd had Madelyn take a look at his shoulder to make sure that his precipitous encounter with the Danger Room wall this afternoon hadn't done any damage beyond bruising, the bruises were quite painful enough. She'd probably smack him upside the head if she caught him out here swimming, but he didn't want it to stiffen up on him. A little exercise should help.
A new swimsuit meant new tan lines, and while Jean wasn't actually vain enough to care, it did seem like a good idea to get more comfortable with the poolside part of pool party before having to deal with overenergetic kids and taning was as good an excuse as anything. Stepping out on the deck she heard splashing coming from the pool. Well, she'd have to get used to the sound, too. Besides, a quick check told her it was Scott, and it would be good to have someone out here with her. Oh, and he hadn't heard her come out. Excellent. "Afternoon, Scott."
Coming up to the end of one lap, Scott got one glimpse of Jean. Jean in a bathing suit. Jean in a really, really... excellent bathing suit, and he missed his grab for the edge of the pool and wound up sputtering and choking on a mouthful of water.
That was really good incentive to approach the pool, although not one to repeat often. In a flash Jean was kneeling at the edge, looking at him worriedly. "Are you alright, love? I didn't mean to distract you. Well, I did, but..."
Coughing, Scott made another grab at the edge of the pool - with the arm attached to the bad shoulder. He swore, then managed a laugh at the way she was looking at him. "Fine. You just about killed me with your beauty, though. Witch."
"You're not allowed to drown, so you know. Plus I'm not sure i can swim. Why is your shoulder hurting?" Sure that Scott was ok, Jean sat back, putting more space between her and the water.
Scott smiled up at her. "A droid threw me into a wall in the Danger Room," he confessed. "Me and my damned lack of peripheral vision. You know the story."
"Ouch. No backup during the simulation, or were they just not paying attention." It was definitely getting easier to deal with being around the pool. Of course, she wasn't in the water.
"Was running it solo," Scott confessed, "which yes, I shouldn't have been doing, but I do break the rules occasionally, remember?" He was noticing that she was somewhat more relaxed that he would have expected. Just don't splash her or anything, he thought wryly.
"You know, I do think I kind of remember something about you and rule breaking..." Jean smiled. "And definitely don't splash me, please. Things are... well, okay-ish, when I'm out here and not being wet. And you're here, which helps."
Scott chuckled and treaded water, ignoring his shoulder's protest. "Wouldn't dream of it," he said, and quite unashamedly ogled her. "My God, that is one hell of a swimsuit, woman."
"You like then?" She leaned back on her hands, winking at him. "Then clearly my shopping trip was successful. And if your shoulder's hurting you are free to come out of there. Could make it worth your while..."
"Who am I to say no to something like that?" Scott hauled himself up over the side, wincing. "Ow," he said. "Okay, so this wasn't the best idea in the world," he muttered, rubbing tentatively at his shoulder.
"I meant to come out the non-painful way. Impatient dork. Am just going to have to make it worth the pain..." Jean leaned over to kiss him deeply. When she let him breathe again she added, "Damn the fine line between making it worth it and scarring the kids."
Scott's brain coughed, sputtered, and gradually shifted back into working order. "Let's scar them?" he said hopefully. "Moira and Nate have been known to scar them. Alison caught them in the library once last summer... did you ever hear about that? And if the older and more responsible are doing it..."
Jean couldn't help but grin at the feeling of his brain unmelting itself. Almost as much fun as the feeling when it melted. "I'm ok with the scarring if you are," she practically purred, sliding her arms around him. She tilted her head to press a series of kisses along his jaw. "No, I didn't hear about that," she breathed in his ear. "Well, if they can do it..."
This was definitely not Being A Good Role Model. But everyone would have to forgive him. Because that was one hell of a bathing suit, and the woman wearing it was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing on earth. Most men with hormones would have been at the mercy of them. Scott figured he was being good keeping it to some very enthusiastic kissing.
Being a Good Role Model was overrated, Jean decided vaguely. Although it would take a bit of will power to keep it on the side of not being a Good Role Model, instead of being a Bad Role Model. Although Bad Role Model was starting to sound like a good idea, and that meant that it would be a good idea to put at least a little space between them. Jean breathed in deeply as she pulled back slightly. "Um... hi. Shoulder feeling better?"
"What? Oh, right," Scott said after a moment, blinking behind his goggles. "Shoulder. Um." He smiled a bit foolishly. "Still sore. But I think you had me distracted but good, there..."
"Glad to hear that," she said, grinning brightly. "Should I distract you some more?"
Scott looked around. "We're going to hear the pitter-patter of little feet at any minute," he said, and then decided he didn't care. He leaned in and kissed her - lips, edge of her jaw, and neck, the last most lingeringly. "Why is that not restraining me more?" he murmured as she shivered. "I think it's the bathing suit."
Jean's hands slid over his skin, mapping out familiar paths. "Restraint, mmmm, overrated," she said, blithely ignoring that she'd been the one to pull back last time. "I thought we were agreed that the scarring was ok. It's, you know, character building. Good for them."
"Makes them... gah... grow up faster." Scott took a deep, slightly unsteady breath, and leaned in to kiss Jean again. #Love you,# he sent over the link, the words a caress. #So much.#
#Love you, too. Always.#
The door sliding open completly failed to register in Jean's ears, but the sudden mental shock was less easy to ignore. The loud, "Cripes! God, sorry, sorry," was also hard to ignore. Blushing furiously, Kitty spun around in place and started back into the building, calling over her shoulder, "I saw nothing. Nothing, I tell you. Running away now," before vanishing into the building and shutting the door firmly behind her.
Scott bit his lip. Hard. "We asked for that," he said, half-chastened, half-amused. And then kissed her again anyway. "Okay," he murmured almost in her ear, "we do have this perfectly nice suite that we have all to ourselves. With doors that lock. What do you think?"
Jean managed to stifle the giggles that were threatening, but it was close. The kiss helped distract her though, quite thouroughly. "I think that that is a very good idea. I'm in favor of our suite, and also doors."
"And beds!" Scott reminded her helpfully, pulling her with him as he got to his feet. "I am also in favor of beds."
"Oh yes, let's not forget beds." Standing so close, she couldn't quite resist stealing another kiss. "Far more comfortable than couches or backseats. Not that those haven't also had their good points."
"Can't forget the pool tables, either."
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