JEAN’S LEG BRUSHED AGAINST HIS own, that’s how close together they were sitting on the couch, snuggled comfortably under a large fleece blanket. Scott had his arm wrapped around her under the cover and kept her close against his side that way. She did ask him a good question, though. It put him to thinking. When’s the last time they had a normal and quiet evening together?
He leaned his head to the side until he found the top of her hair where he rested his cheek. He does remember the times she was talking about. They were some of his favourite memories, and he wouldn’t want to trade them for anything else in the world.
“You’d describe it to me,” Scott recalled with her. “When we would sit on that rooftop. You’d whisper the colours right into my mind, so I wouldn’t have to miss out on what you were seeing.”
it’s different now. the powers she’s developed since being a young mutant ; everything is far more complex than she ever could of dreamed. “ yeah well, now i don’t have to project images into your mind, unless they’re suggestive... ” it’s still in the works, manipulating his red gaze without the help of ruby quartz.
this heart of hers always did beat faster when he was near. & after all these years, is still one of the best if not the best of ways in keeping her chaos at bay. the tv plays in their room, low volume with minimal lighting. jean always liked a dim lit room, easier on a mind that constantly held headaches. “ which you know i’m always more than happy to do ” teeth sink into plump red lips ; even flirting with her husband still felt like a sin.
