Jean and Scott, Monday afternoon
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xp_logsAfter shopping with Logan and her rather focused teasing, Jean comes home in a most uncomfortable situation and Scott takes exception to anyone other than herself getting Jean hot and bothered.
Jean shut the door firmly behind him, leaning against it for a second, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Fuck, this hurt. Stupid Logan. As if she needed empirical proof that blue balls was a real thing. She was a fucking doctor. Stupid world. Opening his eyes he realized that Scott was sitting on the couch, staring at him. "Ah, hi. Logan's a bitch. I need a shower." There wasn't really much more to say about it, so Jean turned to head into the bedroom.
Scott was left gazing in something close to bewilderment at Jean's retreating form. "Okay..." Not that she really disagreed with the sentiment on general principles - although usually, 'bastard' was the term she used, obvously. But why would Jean... The link was vibrating with a very particular set of sensations, and Scott's jaw dropped.
Son of a...
Jean had peeled out of his shirt by the time he reached the bathroom and he flipped the water all the way over to cold and turned it on, letting the shock of water against his arm and shoulder cool him down before he worked on the trousers.
Turn him into a woman, and he still... still... The indignant thought degenerated into a wordless mental growl and Scott stood up, flushing. Apparently gender switches didn't remove the urge to hit on other people's spouses. Jean's discomfort was all too obvious, and Scott's jaw set in a mutinous line.
The link was still there. They were still them. And no one got to leave Jean in a state like this except her. Who didn't do that sort of thing. Because he was the sort of guy who followed through. Even when he wasn't a guy.
Whoa! Hold on there, cowboy! part of Scott's brain was protesting, very loudly. She told it to shut up and headed for the bathroom door.
Jean looked up as the door to the bathroom banged open, his trousers only just hanging on to the edge of what Jean laughing referred to as her hips now. "Scott?" he asked, confused, and a little too preoccupied on his problem to catch up on the mental vibe.
The hesitation was utterly gone. So was the awkwardness. The woman who stepped into the bathroom was standing with the same confidence the X-Men saw in Cyclops in the field or in the Danger Room, and a certain bristling aggressiveness that wasn't entirely alien, but more overt than usual. The look on her face was pure challenge. If it was covering up some anxiety... well, it was well beneath the surface.
"I guess it would have looked pretty bad if you'd put him through a wall," Scott said, pulling the sweatshirt she'd been wearing over her head. "Although I'll savor the mental image..." The shirt hit the floor and Scott felt briefly self-conscious. What the hell am I... no, just shut up and do it, Summers. She reached up and pulled Jean's head downwards, kissing that unfamiliar mouth soundly.
Jean really didn't have the brain power to respond to what Scott said, but it didn't take any brain power to kiss her back. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and shivering slightly as her hands slid along the bare skin of his back.
She got called, rightfully, a number of less-than-complimentary things in her day-to-day life. A tease was never going to be one of them. Pausing for air, Scott drew back slightly, hands trembling as she shed the rest of her clothes, giving Jean a chance to do the same. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she felt her lips twitching, a crooked grin slipping out as she tugged Jean into the shower. "Might as well take advantage," she said a bit breathily. "One of our favorite places to do this, after all..."
Jean managed just enough coherent thought to telekinetically turn the tap the other way. "You're... are you ok with this?" Jean was not going to take advantage, dammit, and she wasn't going to push. But his hands were already dancing along Scott's skin, marveling at the softness, thumbs stroking along pathways that were so changed from their normal routes.
"No, I'm jumping you because I find you absolutely repulsive." It was actually kind of funny. At this point, coherent thought was generally at a premium, mostly because the sight of naked Jean tended to strike him dumb. But she was perfectly capable of thought at the moment, thinking too much as a matter of fact. There was the part of her that was still babbling about all the reasons this was going to be the Strangest Thing Ever, and the part of her that was trying to translate what she liked when she was in her proper body to what Jean in this body might like, and, of course, the part of her that was going Mine, mine, mine, die Logan, die...
Jean's response was part laugh, part groan as he pulled Scott closer. "Right. Your brain needs to be quiet now," he said. Then kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
Strangest. Thing. Ever. But kind of interesting, and much more enjoyable than Scott had expected. Arms twined around Jean's neck, she cursed the height difference. "Too bloody tall," Scott muttered disgustedly.
As a man, Jean might not be quite as buff as Scott, but where muscle mass left off, tk stepped in, so lifting Scott up wasn't actually that difficult. He pressed her against the shower wall for support, turning to run kisses down her neck. "Better?"
"Ohhhh...." It came out more as a sigh than anything else. "Um... yes. Very much. I think... nggh." Words turned into monosyllables as Jean discovered a sensitive spot that was definitely new. Okay, so coherent thought was maybe running into some rocky territory. Just a little. Jean might be a guy, currently, but she was still a telepath, and thus, still very much a cheater. Scott bit back a gasp and grinned somewhat shakily through the falling water at her. Him. "Hope you've got some kind of idea what you're doing here, because I don't think I'm up for pointers..."
"I've got the basic idea, yeah." There was a definite quantity of smug in his voice.
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"Okay. More than the basic idea. You'd think you'd been telepathically linked to a guy for years or something." Scott tried to say it with a straight face. It didn't quite work.
"Or very knowledgeable about the best spots on a woman." They'd made it back to the bed, eventually, which was good because Jean's ability to stand had vanished some time ago. "Or both."
"All of the above," Scott proclaimed with what was supposed to be a grandiose way - and a smug smile. "Feel better?"
Jean grinned, rolling over to wrap his arms around Scott, pulling him into a deep, lazy kiss. "Yes, I do. You?"
"Actually, yes. Lots." It was strange, but she didn't feel like a stranger in someone else's body, at least not quite as much as she had. Whenever people looked shocked or horrified at the idea of a psychic link, she was always tempted to come right out and tell them that the sex was like nothing else. In the heat of the moment, you tended to lose track of where you ended and your partner started, and this afternoon was no exception. Scott was sure she'd probably be back to boggling at the fact that she had breasts soon enough, but right now it didn't seem to matter quite so much.
"Good, I'm glad." Jean idly started tracing patterns on Scott's skin, a habit of old which didn't seem at all different whether or not she was a guy or he wasn't. "I'm glad we can find something comfortable in all the weird, too."
"Well, you know, makes sense. We're still us. Used to having the attraction as much in our heads as anywhere else... nice to know that 'anywhere else' is more flexible than you'd think." Scott couldn't help a laugh, pushing still-damp hair out of her eyes. "So I guess if it gets too weird, this is the thing to do?"
Jean chuckled, still occasionally startled by the deep sound of it. "I'm in favor, sure. Could possibly also be the thing to do whether or not it gets too weird?" He leered faintly at Scott, a little too worn out to put much effort into it.
Scott looked... intrigued, suddenly, propping herself up on an elbow, hair falling into her eyes again. "It's not just skin-deep, is it? You're not Jean in a man's body, you're Jean as a guy."
Jean opened his mouth to reply and then stopped and thought about it. "I... don't really know, actually," he said after a moment. "Sometimes it doesn't feel like it at all, and other times... Yeah. Sometimes I think I am." She shrugged, the very act of thinking about it making her more aware of where the division between body and person lay, or didn't.
"Weird," Scott pronounced, as if it was a revelation. "It's just really weird. I know I keep saying that." She shook her head quizzically. "Nothing will top this. Not dinosaurs, not mythological gods..."
"I think the problem," Jean said, "is that we keep saying that. Nothing can top a demon invasion, so we get elder gods. Oh, but nothing can top elder gods, so we get dinosaurs. But surely nothing can top dinos. Except for having half the staff get their genders swapped for a week. We need to stop expecting it to stop."
"We should dare it to get worse," Scott said. "Maybe then the universe will disappoint us." She grinned at Jean. "No more of this knocking on wood and speaking softly around fate nonsense..."
"Heh. Face the wacky head on. We who are about to die salute you, and all?"
Scott leaned in and kissed Jean. "Sounds like a plan."
Jean shut the door firmly behind him, leaning against it for a second, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Fuck, this hurt. Stupid Logan. As if she needed empirical proof that blue balls was a real thing. She was a fucking doctor. Stupid world. Opening his eyes he realized that Scott was sitting on the couch, staring at him. "Ah, hi. Logan's a bitch. I need a shower." There wasn't really much more to say about it, so Jean turned to head into the bedroom.
Scott was left gazing in something close to bewilderment at Jean's retreating form. "Okay..." Not that she really disagreed with the sentiment on general principles - although usually, 'bastard' was the term she used, obvously. But why would Jean... The link was vibrating with a very particular set of sensations, and Scott's jaw dropped.
Son of a...
Jean had peeled out of his shirt by the time he reached the bathroom and he flipped the water all the way over to cold and turned it on, letting the shock of water against his arm and shoulder cool him down before he worked on the trousers.
Turn him into a woman, and he still... still... The indignant thought degenerated into a wordless mental growl and Scott stood up, flushing. Apparently gender switches didn't remove the urge to hit on other people's spouses. Jean's discomfort was all too obvious, and Scott's jaw set in a mutinous line.
The link was still there. They were still them. And no one got to leave Jean in a state like this except her. Who didn't do that sort of thing. Because he was the sort of guy who followed through. Even when he wasn't a guy.
Whoa! Hold on there, cowboy! part of Scott's brain was protesting, very loudly. She told it to shut up and headed for the bathroom door.
Jean looked up as the door to the bathroom banged open, his trousers only just hanging on to the edge of what Jean laughing referred to as her hips now. "Scott?" he asked, confused, and a little too preoccupied on his problem to catch up on the mental vibe.
The hesitation was utterly gone. So was the awkwardness. The woman who stepped into the bathroom was standing with the same confidence the X-Men saw in Cyclops in the field or in the Danger Room, and a certain bristling aggressiveness that wasn't entirely alien, but more overt than usual. The look on her face was pure challenge. If it was covering up some anxiety... well, it was well beneath the surface.
"I guess it would have looked pretty bad if you'd put him through a wall," Scott said, pulling the sweatshirt she'd been wearing over her head. "Although I'll savor the mental image..." The shirt hit the floor and Scott felt briefly self-conscious. What the hell am I... no, just shut up and do it, Summers. She reached up and pulled Jean's head downwards, kissing that unfamiliar mouth soundly.
Jean really didn't have the brain power to respond to what Scott said, but it didn't take any brain power to kiss her back. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and shivering slightly as her hands slid along the bare skin of his back.
She got called, rightfully, a number of less-than-complimentary things in her day-to-day life. A tease was never going to be one of them. Pausing for air, Scott drew back slightly, hands trembling as she shed the rest of her clothes, giving Jean a chance to do the same. Her heart was hammering in her chest, but she felt her lips twitching, a crooked grin slipping out as she tugged Jean into the shower. "Might as well take advantage," she said a bit breathily. "One of our favorite places to do this, after all..."
Jean managed just enough coherent thought to telekinetically turn the tap the other way. "You're... are you ok with this?" Jean was not going to take advantage, dammit, and she wasn't going to push. But his hands were already dancing along Scott's skin, marveling at the softness, thumbs stroking along pathways that were so changed from their normal routes.
"No, I'm jumping you because I find you absolutely repulsive." It was actually kind of funny. At this point, coherent thought was generally at a premium, mostly because the sight of naked Jean tended to strike him dumb. But she was perfectly capable of thought at the moment, thinking too much as a matter of fact. There was the part of her that was still babbling about all the reasons this was going to be the Strangest Thing Ever, and the part of her that was trying to translate what she liked when she was in her proper body to what Jean in this body might like, and, of course, the part of her that was going Mine, mine, mine, die Logan, die...
Jean's response was part laugh, part groan as he pulled Scott closer. "Right. Your brain needs to be quiet now," he said. Then kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
Strangest. Thing. Ever. But kind of interesting, and much more enjoyable than Scott had expected. Arms twined around Jean's neck, she cursed the height difference. "Too bloody tall," Scott muttered disgustedly.
As a man, Jean might not be quite as buff as Scott, but where muscle mass left off, tk stepped in, so lifting Scott up wasn't actually that difficult. He pressed her against the shower wall for support, turning to run kisses down her neck. "Better?"
"Ohhhh...." It came out more as a sigh than anything else. "Um... yes. Very much. I think... nggh." Words turned into monosyllables as Jean discovered a sensitive spot that was definitely new. Okay, so coherent thought was maybe running into some rocky territory. Just a little. Jean might be a guy, currently, but she was still a telepath, and thus, still very much a cheater. Scott bit back a gasp and grinned somewhat shakily through the falling water at her. Him. "Hope you've got some kind of idea what you're doing here, because I don't think I'm up for pointers..."
"I've got the basic idea, yeah." There was a definite quantity of smug in his voice.
--
"Okay. More than the basic idea. You'd think you'd been telepathically linked to a guy for years or something." Scott tried to say it with a straight face. It didn't quite work.
"Or very knowledgeable about the best spots on a woman." They'd made it back to the bed, eventually, which was good because Jean's ability to stand had vanished some time ago. "Or both."
"All of the above," Scott proclaimed with what was supposed to be a grandiose way - and a smug smile. "Feel better?"
Jean grinned, rolling over to wrap his arms around Scott, pulling him into a deep, lazy kiss. "Yes, I do. You?"
"Actually, yes. Lots." It was strange, but she didn't feel like a stranger in someone else's body, at least not quite as much as she had. Whenever people looked shocked or horrified at the idea of a psychic link, she was always tempted to come right out and tell them that the sex was like nothing else. In the heat of the moment, you tended to lose track of where you ended and your partner started, and this afternoon was no exception. Scott was sure she'd probably be back to boggling at the fact that she had breasts soon enough, but right now it didn't seem to matter quite so much.
"Good, I'm glad." Jean idly started tracing patterns on Scott's skin, a habit of old which didn't seem at all different whether or not she was a guy or he wasn't. "I'm glad we can find something comfortable in all the weird, too."
"Well, you know, makes sense. We're still us. Used to having the attraction as much in our heads as anywhere else... nice to know that 'anywhere else' is more flexible than you'd think." Scott couldn't help a laugh, pushing still-damp hair out of her eyes. "So I guess if it gets too weird, this is the thing to do?"
Jean chuckled, still occasionally startled by the deep sound of it. "I'm in favor, sure. Could possibly also be the thing to do whether or not it gets too weird?" He leered faintly at Scott, a little too worn out to put much effort into it.
Scott looked... intrigued, suddenly, propping herself up on an elbow, hair falling into her eyes again. "It's not just skin-deep, is it? You're not Jean in a man's body, you're Jean as a guy."
Jean opened his mouth to reply and then stopped and thought about it. "I... don't really know, actually," he said after a moment. "Sometimes it doesn't feel like it at all, and other times... Yeah. Sometimes I think I am." She shrugged, the very act of thinking about it making her more aware of where the division between body and person lay, or didn't.
"Weird," Scott pronounced, as if it was a revelation. "It's just really weird. I know I keep saying that." She shook her head quizzically. "Nothing will top this. Not dinosaurs, not mythological gods..."
"I think the problem," Jean said, "is that we keep saying that. Nothing can top a demon invasion, so we get elder gods. Oh, but nothing can top elder gods, so we get dinosaurs. But surely nothing can top dinos. Except for having half the staff get their genders swapped for a week. We need to stop expecting it to stop."
"We should dare it to get worse," Scott said. "Maybe then the universe will disappoint us." She grinned at Jean. "No more of this knocking on wood and speaking softly around fate nonsense..."
"Heh. Face the wacky head on. We who are about to die salute you, and all?"
Scott leaned in and kissed Jean. "Sounds like a plan."
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Date: 2007-05-01 08:54 pm (UTC)...Uh, are we sure Paul isn't a devotee?