Scott and Jean, backdated to Thursday night

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Scott and Jean get some quiet time alone in the suite.


"No, don't look," Scott said severely - for about the fourth time! -as Jean tried to sneak a peek at what he was drawing on her cast. She really had no patience sometimes. "If it's half-done, it won't be as funny..."

"If you're drawing rude things on my arm, I'm going to hit you with the cast, you know," Jean said, totally shooting glances out of the corner of her eyes, trying to see it without letting on.

"Not rude. Creative! I'm adding a touch of class to the cast," Scott said, perfectly seriously, and kept drawing. He wasn't much of an artist, but he could manage slightly better than stick people. Or at least, better than stick-animals. He added a few last touches to the small cat with its paws outstretched beseechingly towards the flying turtle, and then smirked.

"'Class' and 'cast drawings' so rarely go together," Jean said, wiggling her toes. It wasn't that she needed to be stretched out on the bed - her bruises were all gone and her ankle was almost completely recovered - it was just that hanging out on the bed with Scott was never a bad thing, and he fussed less when she wasn't up and about. "Can I see it yet?"

"Yes. Now you may see it," Scott said, and prudently shifted back out of immediate smacking range. "They wanted to be represented," he said innocently. "They told me so."

Jean turned her arm to consider the 'art', shifting it back and forth a bit to get a better view, keeping her face blank for a moment. She tired to drag it out a bit, particularly as he'd just removed a fair amount of body warmth by thinking she'd smack him, but it wasn't long before she grinned. "I admit, it's cute."

"I had no doubt you'd feel that way," Scott lied, and settled back down beside her after placing the pen on the nighttable. "You appreciate all my skills. Even the rarely used ones. Right?" He gave her his best 'feed my ego' look.

Jean leaned into his shoulder. "Course I do," she said, snuggling down. "You're my favorite husband that I've had. And you clearly have an artistic soul, hidden under all that engineering and logic." The pause was not nearly long enough before she added with a grin, "Deeply hidden."

"I have hidden depths." Scott said sententiously. He was being more than a little silly, he knew, but it was just good to have some alone time with his wife. Especially since said wife wasn't in nearly as much pain as she had been. The link was palpably brighter, which couldn't help but improve his mood as well.

"See, now I want to make some sort of joke about monsters of the deep, but it's just not coming. It's possible I'm a little tired. That or I just fail at Captain Nemo jokes."

Scott slid his other arm around her, pulling her closer. "Tired," he judged. "Not that I'm surprised. You know, you don't really have to continue to do the work of two people while you're recuperating. Really, you could scale back to one and a half, and no one would complain. Least of all me."

She scrunched her nose at him, but didn't resist the tug at all. "At least all the rest of my class work is just grading?" she offered, which wasn't much of a cut back, at all. "And I'd already finished Christmas shopping..."

"Hopeless case," Scott proclaimed, and kissed the top of her head. Privately, he reflected on the fact that he still had a certain amount of Christmas shopping of his own to do. Also, anniversary shopping. "Although I will concede that you're not masochistic about it. Possibly because you're not male, and have nothing to prove," he added mischievously.

"Yes," Jean agreed, and then grinned brightly. "Plus, having briefly had a penis, I am well aware it's not really something to be envious of."

Scott nearly choked. "You see, I can't give you the response that deserves, because I don't think I don't think I could get it out without hyperventilating with laughter."

"Success! I have silenced all detractors!" She was definitely going a bit silly. "Step one in my plan to rule the... um... bedroom is complete." Jean giggled.

"You mean you don't already rule the bedroom? That's funny. Given that I distinctly recall several incident where you-"

That was enough of that. Jean turned her head and caught him in a kiss. "Clearly I do," she said when she let him breathe again.