Scott and Jean, prom

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Fun is had, pantsuit or no pantsuit.



It really was like a suit. But it was very unsuit-like fabric, and the occasional glimmery bits were... fairly subtle, all things considered, Scott thought, her lips twitching. She'd taken off the jacket earlier; it had gotten very warm in here, when the dancing had started.

Jean made her way back to Scott, weaving through the crowd and stopping to talk to some of the kids every now and then. She even paused to collect a pair of drinks. "Hoorah," he said when he made it to where Scott was standing and offering her a glass. "Another year and the punch goes unspiked."

"Pity," Scott said with a perfectly straight face. "Because I do so adore giving the 'please don't get shit-faced drunk on campus' speech. One of my very favorite things to do as headmaster." She took the glass, sipping at it gratefully.

"Well, I can't say for sure they're not out back, drinking from hip flasks behind the woodshed. At least, I can't say for sure without being seriously invasive. Which I think we'll skip. So, that being out, what will it take for me to get a dance out of you?"

Scott tilted her head back, smiling up at Jean. "A great many things," she said, striving for a mysterious tone that she ruined with the growing grin. "I may have to make a list."

The grin definitely spoiled the mysterious tone, and got an answering grin. "Oh-ho. What kind of list? Cause there have been some truly excellent lists in our times and, you know, enquiring minds..."

"Things I will extort from you in return for trying to remember that the guy leads, dancing, and I am not that guy. I can only concentrate on so many things at one time."

Jean laughed. "Well, I'm totally willing to let you lead, but it may awkward, given the short."

"Well, maybe we'll call it a list of things to extort from you given all the satisfying of your voracious appetites I've been doing this week," Scott said, deliberately pitching her voice a little louder, just to see the students within range blanch and get out of range.

That was definitely a squeak from one of the girls as they scooted off to find somewhere safer to loiter. Jean's grin widened and she emptied his glass and set it on one of the tables. "Oh, one of those lists. Extort away, sweetheart."

"I want a weekend at the finest cat spa in New York for my poor traumatized Des," Scott said blithely, taking Jean by the hand and heading for the dance floor. "And a bad movie night with you and I and 'Ro. And a pony."

"Well, if you're just looking for something to ride..." Jean couldn't help himself, he really couldn't.

Scott was very glad she'd left her punch on the table. "Evil, evil... spouse."

"You know it." Jean pulled Scott into his arms as the reached the edge of the dance floor, hugging her in the same motion. "And there will be reparations and repayments for all I've put you through this week. Really."

"Well, you know, it wasn't all bad..." Scott teased.

"Oh, I know." The grin was smug - definitely smug.

"The... svengali-ing me into attending your women's luncheon was particularly low," Scott said sternly.

"Well, I clearly couldn't go," Jean said, eyes widening innocently. "They'd have removed newly-important bits of anatomy and served me up with tea. Scaaaary ladies."

"They were indeed evil. I think I agreed that all men were evil. There was something in the tea, I'm almost positive..." Scott really was having trouble with this whole 'letting Jean lead' idea.

He was, but given that Jean also had years of practice doing the following, she wasn't complaining. "It's all the focused estrogen in the air," Jean said, nodding wisely. "Goes to your brain. I appreciated that you didn't come home and make me sleep on the couch."

"Don't think I wasn't tempted!" They were getting the occasional amused-slash-horrified look from the other couples on the dance floor. It was highly entertaining.

Which was easily half the point. The other half being the bit where Jean still really liked the feeling of Scott in his arms. "Lucky for me, then, that the... ahem, svengali-ing worked again."

"I don't know that I'd call it luck. Except maybe that it's lucky for you that you're as irresistible in a male body," Scott said with a wink, hearing a stifled squeak from somewhere to her left. Scandalizing the kids was fun.

Honest to God, Scott's eyes were sparkling with the mischief, and it took a serious effort of will not to kiss her right there in the middle of the dance floor. "Yes, well, all those years living in your brain paid off. Big time."

"Flatterer," Scott said merrily.