Scott and Jean

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Scott is an odd man, and also a bad one. Jean? Jean is totally just the innocent bystander in this one.



The pencil that was holding her hair out of her face wasn't quite up to the job, but Jean ignored the few strands that had fallen free. Sitting cross legged on the couch, her laptop ballanced on one knee and a collection of papers spread out over the table, her attention was pretty well taken up. Tapping a second pencil against her lips as she examined something on the screen, she occasionally would lean over to jot notes onto assorted papers, managing somehow to neither drop the laptop nor fall off the couch.

Scott, sitting over at the desk, was doing considerably more watching her than paying attention to his own work. A little smile played on his lips as he watched her continue the delicate balancing act. No TK was involved, he decided. Which only made it more... well, cute.

There was a coffee cup sitting on the far side of the papers, only just barely managing to not be out of reach. It was a hell of a stretch to reach the mug, but it would require disengaging her brain from her work to bring it to her with her TK, so instead she collected it the hard way, transfering it to her other hand so she could jot down the thought that had just come before she could lose it. Sipping the coffee, she returned her attention to the screen, paging down with the eraser of her pencil, clearly looking for something.

It was like watching an artist at work. He was in awe of her multitasking, he really was. Scott kept smiling, watching her. The look of concentration was every bit as adorable as it generally was, too.

Ah ha, that was it. Jean smiled at the laptop and moved to write whatever it was down on the little notepad she'd been keeping under her knee. Only, the notepad wasn't there anymore. She glanced down and saw that, in her stretch to reach the coffee, the notepad had fallen to the floor. Blast. Unwilling to relinquish the coffee now that she had it (and definitely not about to put the cup down on her papers), Jean tucked her pencil behind her ear and secured the laptop with her elbow before leaning over to reach for the wayward pad. For a second it look as though the whole lot of them would go tumbling over, but before it happened she was sitting up again, notepad safely clutched in her hand.

Really, there had to be some TK involved there. Surely? Scott's grin was getting wider and wider as he watched. She was impossible, he thought. If you watched her doing something like this, it was a reflection in microcosm of how she approached the world in general...

She set the notepad on her non-laptop knee, it being the closest semi-flat surface, and collected her pencil from behind her ear. The thought was recorded, and a second which had occured to her in the meantime, and Jean leaned over to check one of the papers, catching the notepad as it started to fall again without even thinking about it, her pencil trapping it against her knee.

She had the best pencil tricks in the world. Scott grinned, and contemplated how best to express his appreciation without all of the items she was juggling winding up on the floor. It would be tricky. Definitely needed the right approach...

Jean nodded to herself at whatever she read in her files and settled back against the couch, turning to the laptop, opening a new file and typing away. This was progress. This was definitely progress.

Would she object? She certainly seemed to be deeply into whatever she was doing. But hell, there were worse reasons to break someone's train of thought... Scott slid as soundlessly as possible out of his chair.

Saving the file as something occurred to her, she reached over to collect one of the piles of papers, starting to leaf through them, clearly looking for something. Occasionally she would stop and make a note on a new page of the notepad, but whatever she was looking for seemed to have several pieces.

When she reached for another pile of paper, it wasn't there. Scott had moved it out of reach, and was steadily doing the same with the rest. And her cup of coffee. And the laptop.

Jean looked up, startled, as the warmth of the laptop vanished from her knee. "You've taken my laptop..." she said, sounding puzzled but not angry. "Why have you taken my laptop?"

Scott removed the pad next. "Because I don't want it to go crashing to the floor in a minute," he said with a perfectly straight face.

"My balance is better than that," she told him, sounding bemused as the pencil was liberated from her hand. Her mind was only slowly coming out of her absolute focus, and it was taking her a few seconds to figure out what on earth he was doing.

"Not under these circumstances," Scott said - and quite happily pounced her.

"Mmph!" Jean managed, her tongue being rather occupied elsewhere. But it definitely wasn't a protesting sort of noise.

#I'm a bad, bad man. But you were entirely too cute,# Scott sent mischievously down the link.

#I was?# Jean's thoughts were puzzled. Well, the ones which weren't taken up with appreciating the comfyness of the couch (it was a good couch, very wide. Very sturdy) or completely absorbed in what Scott was doing to her ear.

#You were. You most definitely, definitely were.# Nice couch. He approved wholeheartedly of the couch. Not quite as good as the bed, but an adequate substitute for moments like this, definitely.

#Ah-kay. Will keep that in mind for next time. Although I'm still not clear what I was doing that was so cute. I was just working...#

#Exactly.# The sudden bubbling up of happiness was enough to make him giddy. #Just working.# Just working, here, where he could see her. Working at home. That was all.

#Oh. 'Kay.# She grinned into his kiss, highly amused, and only some of it was his amusement. #You're an odd man, Scott. I think I'll marry you.#

#Oh, good. Glad we got that cleared up.#