Jean and Scott - Let's Get Lost

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Jean comes to Scott wanting to show him something she had (re)discovered.


Summer holidays, for students it meant the chance to lounge around with no homework to do relaxing in front of the pool, for the teachers it meant a chance to lounge around all day with no homework to mark wherever you wanted, to all intents a happy time for everyone involved. Which is why Scott was leaning back on a couch in the apartment suite he shared with Jean, a newspaper lying forgotten on his lap as he watched Desdemona rocket around the living room. The X-man smiled in amusement as he flicked his head up and across the room, the thin weak force beam streaming out of his eye dancing across the room leading his cat in her continued dance across the furniture.

Excitement and anticipation bled through the psychic link Jean and Scott shared as Jean slipped in through the door, a broad grin on her face. She sank into the couch, resting her head against his shoulder without a word, though it clearly looked like she had a few to say. In her haste she hadn't even noticed Des until she caught her diving to catch Scott's improvised "laser" beam.

Scott slipped an arm around Jean's shoulder squeezing her in a one armed hug as he sent her scurrying across the room ending up in their laps as he blink and let the laser die leaving Desdemona blinking in confusion. "That's enough for you today," he told the cat with a grin scratching her under her chin to the sound of a contented purr before he turned to smile at Jean. "Let me guess, you're either having a family gathering or the people of earth have seen sense and have elected you as empress for life," he teased, "Cause you're fit to burst about something."

Jean bit her lip to stifle the grin. "How did you know?" she said, then laughed and shifted until she was practically laying across his stomach, her legs hanging off the sides, far too tall for the couch to contain. The couch had come with the room and they managed, but Jean usually found herself unable to sleep on it.

"I have something to show you. And ask you. But I want to show you first."

Scott reached over to tap Jean on the forehead, "You're sorta fit to burst love," he pointed out with an easy smile as he transferred his hand back to scratching Desdemona. "Something to show me? That sounds a little alarming, The kids didn't put the skeleton on the roof again did they?"

Quirking a brow, Jean's nose momentarily scrunched at the thought. "I hope not. I wouldn't quite be excited about that," she said, then hopped up from the couch, a mess of wild red curls threatening to overtake her shoulders and back as she offered him her hand.

"A little less conversation, a little more action."

"All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me," Scott quoted with a laugh as he took Jean's hand and levered himself up off the couch. It'd been a long time since the he'd seen Jean this excited about something so he knew it had to be good.

Jean paused, blinking at him. "Wow," she said, then chortled. "You did the voice. I wasn't going to go that far." She grinned.

"Shall we, Elvis?"

"Well you know me, when I commit to a role I commit. I've always thought that if I wasn't an X-man I'd do pretty well on the stage, though Des isn't the greatest fan when I serenade her with Hound Dog. You think it's something I said?" he asked Jean with a grin. "Lead on, otherwise I think you might just explode."

"You know...Cats...Dogs..life's eternal struggle," Jean mused as she took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. It was nice to feel his skin, rough with experience and age, against hers.

She headed for the end of the hallway, and instead of going down to the lower levels she went up, to a staircase seldom used. The stairs were older, well worn with the age of the mansion, but showed a bit more as they weren't as maintained than the others. She stopped at a door at the top of the stairs before going in.

"I was getting something from attic storage and I took to wandering the rest of the attic on a whim," Jean said, filing past the section of the attic that was littered with old boxes filled with holiday decorations and old equipment before coming to another door.

"And I found Ororo's old apartment," Jean said, turning the brass knob.

They found themselves in the kitchen area, the morning light streaming in from a small rooftop terrace that sat off to the side of it. The kitchen itself was also somewhat small, enough for one person, plenty for two. It mostly consisted of kitchen cabinets and a sink. The fridge and stove had been removed when Ororo moved out. It was a bit bigger than the one they currently had in the suite, however.

"I had almost forgotten about it. No one's really used it after she moved out and I was thinking...since you need a lot of sunlight and this has it...and it'd be nice to get a little privacy from our coworkers and the gaggle of teenagers...perhaps...we should move up here?"

Scott leaned against the door frame, his eye flitting from left to right as he took in the apartment. "I'd forgotten all about this place," he admitted, a smile playing over his face as he took in the view. "This place is huge, well compared to the apartment it is anyway." he walked over to one of the windows pulling back the blinds to let the sunlight in, watching as it flooded into the apartment. "Almost as good as boiler beach," he noted with a smile walking over to the middle of the apartment. "How'd Ororo manage to hide this place for so long?"

"Not sure," Jean said, shaking her head as she fell into place next to him. The grounds sprawled out in front of them, spreading far enough out to where she could almost see the quarry.

"But when I saw it...I thought it'd be perfect for us. I think I'd like to do some little renovations to it, maybe. To make it it more ours, though. A summer project. If you're up for it?"

"Well that depends," Scott mused a smile on his face, "What do you mean by a little renovation? I could definitely give the place a coat of paint, maybe neon green or bright yellow so it really catches your eye," he teased, "unless you want to knock out a wall or two give it a nice open plan feel...and yeah that's the extent of the housing knowledge TV has taught me," he admitted with a laugh, "We really need to watch more of those housing shows," Scott reached out and took Jean's hand, "You know, we really need to do that, actually watch TV together, you know old married couple stuff."

Closing the distance, a few strands of hair fell into her eyes as Jean glanced down their hands, feeling the way his fingers felt wrapped around hers. She brushed the hair behind her ear, gaze flickering up to him with a grin. "Well, I have been a bit bored with all the extra help in the medlab now...with no grading for the summer. Mundane old married couple stuff? I could be persuaded," she said, leaning against him.

She shrugged. "I was actually thinking we could hire out a contractor for the renovations, though, or get some help from our fellow mansion residents to pitch in too if they wanted."

"Well," Scott smiled at Jean, "I can be very persuasive when I need to be," Scott told Jean with a smile as he slipped an arm around her waist. "Especially on the important things," he glanced around the room, "I think we could get away with getting the residents around here to chip in, we could make it a sort of summer project, with the school on break things normally slow down around here, I'm sure everyone would be glad of something different to do." He gave a contented laugh, "How long has it been since you could say that, things were so quiet around here that we actually had time to relax?"

Jean squinted thoughtfully. "What is this....'relax' thing you speak of? I'm unfamiliar with the term," she said.

"It's something Kyle was telling me about earlier," Scott admitted, "I think it's something to do with lounging around doing nothing all day, or as long as you can."

Draping her arms over Scott's shoulders, Jean leaned in to kiss him. "Mmmm," she said, tilting her head. "Sounds good to me."

"I love the suite but with the exception of a few power mishaps it hasn't really been changed since we moved in. It'll be nice to have a new venue and the entire floor to ourselves. And the best part?" Her green eyes sparkled intently as a smile spread across her lips.

"We can be as loud as we want."

Scott stared at Jean in amazement for a few seconds a smile wreathing his face before he laughed and pulled her around, resting his forehead against hers, "It would be nice not to have to worry about people over hearing us," he agreed, "Especially with all the super senses that people have around here."

"Mmmhmm," Jean said. She wasn't quite sure why the prospect of moving up to the attic had her so excited. Perhaps it was the prospect of something new and different that wasn't born out of tragedy. Either way, she was keen to embrace it.

"In the meantime though, I'm thinking we should test things out. Get a feel for what we need to change." The grin remained, rows of pearly whites interrupted by her biting her bottom lip.

"Give the apartment a test drive?" Ask asked looking around at the the empty apartment. "I like it, It'll give us a chance to put it through it's paces and get a feel for the place." He grinned at Jean, "I'll get the sleeping bags if you do a supply run to the kitchen, it'll be just like camping out, but inside." he noted with a laugh.

Jean smirked. "That's not quite what I meant," she said, then punctuated her point by stealing a lingering, hungry kiss.

"I'll have you know this is my favorite part about camping," Scott replied with a laugh tightening his grip around Jean's waist to pull her closer, "Just didn't want to have to leave the attic again till we've thoroughly tested it."

"I like this plan," Jean said with a decisive nod. "As future concerned future apartment owners we should be aware of what we're getting in to."

She intertwined her hand with his. There was a click as the attic door locked on it's own.