xp_logs | Jean and Scott, backdated to Sunday night

Backdated to Sunday night. Jean and Scott run away for the evening and Make Plans.

"You like?" Scott asked mischievously, sinking down onto the - very comfortable, he noticed - bed as Jean did a walk-around of the room. The view was even more spectacular than the pictures had suggested; they were on the sixteenth floor, in one of the corner rooms, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls on two sides. "Check out the bathroom. The tub is definitely big enough for two, although I'm not sure what I think of the shower. I mean, glass walls on the outside of the building? You might wind up giving a traffic reporter an eyeful."

Jean grinned back over her shoulder from where she'd paused in front of what she decided was the best view. "Was there any doubt I would like? Am definitely not afraid of heights and this is gorgeous."

Scott leaned the cane against the wall just behind the bed, then swung his leg up onto the bed with a brief grunt. "I thought of making us dinner reservations," he said, "but I thought I'd wait. Given that this place is supposed to have great room service and all. There may be a tiny part of me that suggested this because I wanted you all to myself," he confessed, mock-gravely, "and other men tend to ogle you when we're in a restaurant."

She laughed slightly at that, stepping away from the window and coming to sit next to him on the bed. "I'm ok with all parts of that sentence, actually. A quiet night just the two of us when there's a near zero chance of either of us being asked to deal with some sort of emergency sounds about right. How's the leg doing?"

He grinned at her. "Not too bad. Sore, but it's the good kind of sore." The 'I've actually been walking around on my own two feet' sore. "More than up to whatever we, uh, might get up to within the confines of this room. Trust me. Well, not that the leg's stopped me for the last couple of months anyway..."

"I had noticed that, actually," Jean said with a grin. "And it wasn't the whole point behind my asking, but definitely good to know that you're up to 'whatever'." Leaning closer she kissed him softly before adding, "So, did you have any plans on what 'whatever' might be?"

"Beyond a nice dinner, trying out that tub, and the obvious?" Scott inquired, smiling almost reflectively at the kiss. "I think we ought to make plans for the summer. Maybe if we do, we can arrange for an honest-to-God vacation sometime before September."

"Oooh, actual vacation plans? How daring." Scooting back on the bed Jean lay back, crossing her legs at the ankles and smiling up at Scott. "I vote for 'tropical beach paradise'."

"I am fully in favor of beaches. They involve you in swimsuits." Scott, smiling benignly, leaned over and pulled something out of the overnight bag beside the bed. Being able to drive again had allowed him to make a quick stop at the local travel agent's, and he placed a stack of vacation brochures, neatly secured with a rubber band, between him and Jean on the bed. The one on the top was, amusingly enough, for Bora Bora.

Jean laughed out loud, sitting up again to pick up the stack and flip through them. "I'm supposed to be the mind reader here, Scott. Surely this is cheating."

"No, see, I just know you." He watched her leaf through the brochures, but cleared his throat, in the way that meant 'I can't believe what I'm about to say'. "We, uh, have an invitation to Madripoor, too. That's why no brochures from the Caribbean. I mean, we could get brochures from the Caribbean..."

Her eyebrows rose at that and then, smiling, she scooted closer to wrap an arm around Scott's waist. "You know I'm up for a trip to visit him if you are."

"I'm inconsistent." His lips were twitching, though. "And curious. To see if we could actually manage an uneventful trip to see my father. Since the man brings chaos with him wherever he goes. Must be the pirate thing."

"Maybe a trip down there and then a weekend in Alaska, in case you need the recovery time?" Jean said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Well," Scott said, the twitching smile getting downright difficult to suppress, "he did say something about taking me drinking..." He laughed softly as she laid her head on his shoulder. "And yeah, let's do Alaska, too. It's beautiful up there in the summer, and maybe we can convince Phillip and Deborah to let us take a couple of flights."

"Definitely sounds like the beginnings of a great plan. Think you'd be up to rounding out the trifecta at my parents' place? We could maybe do a short visit on the weekend of the 4th..."

"They're closer. Requires less planning. I think the 4th should be fine. Your dad and I can find beer and hide in the rec room again," Scott said, absolutely shamelessly.

Jean chuckled, then said, "I will totally set the twins on you if you hide out the whole time."

Scott covered his eyes with a groan of mock-horror. "Oh God, no, not the twins... I'll be good. I'll smile at your mother when she asks me what I'm planning to do when I grow up, even..."

Leaning back again, Jean stuck out her tongue at him. "She's been being better, I thought..."

"Well, true. Lately it's been more with the disappointed and vaguely disapproving looks," Scott said, with a grin that let her know he was teasing - mostly. "I know what I should do! Appeal to Charles for a grant to study mutant basketweaving. Surely that's respectable and academic enough for her..."

"Mutant baskets... baskets who could take over the world!" Jean giggled. "I dare you to tell my mother that this is what you are planning."

"I may just. I can almost see your father's reaction now. '...more beer, Scott?'"