Scott and Jean, Wednesday morning

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After successfully swimming the lake, Jean decides that pouncing the fiance and expressing her glee is a very fine idea.


Jean shifted the towel wrapped around her shoulders, not caring at all what she looked like as she headed down the hall, making a beeline for Scott's office. Her mind was too filled with the fierce joy of success to care. She'd done it. She'd beaten the lake. Later she'd have to talk with Charles, this was still only part of healing but for now... For now she had a fiance to go celebrate with.

Scott sensed her coming, of course, and had very carefully closed the files he was working on and his laptop, and moved from the chair behind his desk over to the couch. Nice, soft couch, where if she literally pounced on him neither of them would break anything. He couldn't help a grin as he heard the rapid footsteps coming down the hall.

The door was opened and closed and locked, and then the towel was on the ground and Jean was in his lap. "Hi," she said, grinning at him before she kissed him. #Did it. Did it did it did it.#

#Of course you did.# Bathing-suit clad fiancee sitting in his lap. There were much worse things. Scott devoted his attention to kissing her back soundly, and then leaned back, grinning at her. "What, you thought I had doubts?"

"No, none," she said, brushing wet hair over her shoulder. "You doubting me was not the question."

"Then you shouldn't have doubted yourself," Scott said, the grin lingering. "Since we both know I know these things."

Jean chuckled slightly before stealing another kiss. "Will definitely keep that in mind, next time."

#I wanted to be out there to watch, but I didn't want to put you off...# He'd been there anyway, in a sense, and he knew she knew that.

She smiled softly, settling closer into his arms. #Just Al and I... worked. And it made sense, somehow.#

"The two of you helping each other," Scott said, then smiled again. "That's what teammates are supposed to do, no? And friends?"

Jean snorted in amusement. "Yes, oh king of meddlers, there is that." But it was true, she had found a sort of balance again, both with the new residents and the old, and was not at all surprised that Scott had picked up on that shift.

"I thought I was the king of the brooders?" Scott asked cheerfully, sliding his arms more securely around her. "Have I mentioned how much I appreciate that bathing suit?"

"Mmmm, that too. And you know, I think you have." Jean shivered slightly as his warm hands slid over her still cool, damp skin. "Although feel free to reiterate."

"Well, you know me. Doer, not a talker." Scott managed, just barely, not to burst out laughing at himself.

Jean, however, could not suppress the giggles entirely. "Is that so, Mr. Summers? Well, you're more than free to do that, too."

"I suppose you didn't lock the door," Scott said with a deadpan look. "Did you?"

"You know, I actually did. Turns out you're not the only forward thinking, planner type..." She leaned over to kiss him again.

#Brilliant woman,# Scott sent back, and his mental voice grew softer as he went on. #I'm so proud of you, by the way. In case I hadn't mentioned that.#

#Thank you. Thank you for, oh, everything. For being with me. For having faith. For being you.#

#No place I'd rather be,# Scott sent back, meaning it with every fiber in his being, and surprising himself a little by his vehemence. #Anywhere you are,# he sent a little more hesitantly, kissing her.

#Always,# came the soft reply.