Phoenix

Decisions

“Oh? I knew I was good in bed, but I didn’t realize that was the main plus of being with me. What about my brain?” He teased. His grip tightened on the wheel, letting a soft moan come out his lips. “Me neither.” He said, pretending to not be affected any longer.

As the turn-off approached, Scott made it seem like he wasn’t going to take it…but then he did. He drove them down the dirt road to a small clearing on a hill with an amazing view. Scott parked the car and looked over the view. “I almost forgot how beautiful it was.”

“I love your brain... Among other parts.” She added, sticking out her tongue.

Jean quirked an eyebrow at the stop, she let out a small gasp at the view before them. “Yeah... Me too. Come on.” She gestured, getting out of the car. The red head waited for Scott to do the same before taking his hand and sitting on the top of the hill. She closed her eyes and inhaled the sweet scent of freedom. She let herself flop to her back, laying on the green clearing with open arms. Memories flooded into her mind at the couple’s old habits and routines. Jean peeked one eye open and lifted her finger in a wiggling motion, “You gonna join me down here or what?”

#p: scott #decisions

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

Scott held her tight against his side to keep her from falling over. “Come on, gorgeous.” He said with a chuckle. “Peanut butter, you say? I always preferred chocolate syrup.” He kissed the side of her head. “But, I did say I’d be a gentleman tonight, and we’d keep things PG.” He walked her towards the kitchen. “I am starved, though. What should we make? I think there are waffles in the freezer.”

“Waffles?” In that moment, Jean’s stomach growled in protest. “Better make me some, Scotty.” The red head hopped onto the kitchen counter and swung her legs like a child on a swing. “Should I leave the kitchen? Because let’s be honest... Last time we tried cooking together, neither of us ate the food.”

Decisions

Scott looked over with a small smile, somewhat boyish even at his age. Jean had that effect on him, even at his most stern, he could reverse back to the love struck young man who met her years ago. “Why shouldn’t we?” He lifted her hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. “Of course we have bigger things to worry about, but for an hour, I’d like to not worry about anything. All I ever do is worry.” He looked back to the road and back to her. “I screwed things up between us because of it, and I’m not going to risk that again.” He cracked another small smile. Looking out the window, he let out a laugh. “The turn off to the overlook is just up ahead. Remember when we used to drive out there to have some alone time?”

“You didn’t screw everything up.” Jean justified, giving him a pointed look. “We made an adult decision that many couples make when they need to break from each other. We thought we were doing what was best. It wasn’t all you and it wasn’t all me either, you know that right?” She pouted, not liking how Scott put the blame of their relationship on himself. He had enough to worry about and their relationship seemed so tiny compared to the world of issues they had.The red head smirked, “How could I ever forget our alone time? It’s my favorite part about being with you.” She teased, looking out the window. All the while letting those old desires she had for Scott seeped into her memory and then into Scott’s pores. For that split second she let him feel how much she wanted and needed him. The red head stopped her playful manner and continured to stare out the window, “I can’t wait for this cheesecake!”

#p: scott #decisions

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

Scott nodded, taking his arm back from her to let her sit up straight to call. “Always taking care of me.” He said with a goofy grin. “We can raid the kitchen like we did when we were students and sneak back to one of our rooms.” He nuzzled her, rubbing the bridge of his nose against hers. “I missed this, Red. Not just this kissing and the sex, but the laughter, the talking, the cuddles. Things are going to get crazy sooner rather than later, and I want to enjoy this while we can. And I want you by my side.” Scott stretched and got up. “I should grab my jacket, I left it by the bar.” He kissed her temple and walked away to retrieve it. Scott returned and offered it to her, one of his favorite leather jackets. It felt so high school, and yet, so Scott to do that. “I guess we have to figure out how to get back here tomorrow to get out rides.” Scott took her by the hand and started walking towards the door. “How much longer until the cab gets here?” He asked, leaning against the wall with her in front of him. Scott tucked some of her hair behind her ear with a dopey grin and booped her nose playfully, nose and all. Yep, Scott was drunk.

Jean shrugged, reaching her arms out to hold Scott’s waist. She buried her face into his chest and inhaled the familiar scent that always gave her a peace of mind. She felt the tears well up in her eyes and she didn’t even know why they were there. Perhaps it was because she finally felt at home. Even with the alcohol running through her veins, she felt at home with him.

Eventually the taxi came and drove the two back home; Jean stumbled out of the vehicle, her legs feeling like jelly at this point. “Still wanna raid the kitchen?” She asked, quirking her eyebrow. “I can think of a couple things we can do with peanut butter.”

Decisions

"Something sweet?" He raised an eyebrow and began walking towards his car. "Did you have something particular in mind?" He gave her a cheeky grin. Scott walked over to the door and opened it up for her to get in. "Yes to dinner after." He started the car and took off. "Let’s see…there’s the bakery on 5th, the ice cream shop….that Italian place has a great bakery, too…anything catching your fancy?" He reached over anything took her hand, casually but sweetly lacing his fingers through hers. They were starting slow, but so far, so good.

Jean looked at their hands and smiled at the simplicity of the scene. She looked out the window as the trees zipped by, “Italian cheesecake does sound really good right now...” She trailed. The red head looked back over at Scott, allowing his features sink into her memory.

“Do you really think we’re supposed to be doing this?” She asked. “I mean don’t you think we have bigger things to worry about?”

#p: scott #decisions

phone rings - Scott Summers. "Jeanie…I need you to find Storm. She’s coming to find me and Emma, we were ambushed by the government. They’ll grab her too. Hurry." The line goes dead.

Jean’s trembling fingers dropped the phone, her heart sped with an intensity she couldn’t comprehend. Was Scott taken? Was he hurt? Hell, was Emma alright? Her breath staggered as she picked up her phone and ran to find her best friend, unsure of the troubles they’d have to now face.

Decisions

“I think you’d be a fine leader, besides, you’d still have Storm to help you out.” Scott only ever called her by her code name, he couldn’t wrap his mouth around her real name for some reason; Storm knows. He’s butchered it a couple times and they agreed to just use Storm. “Yeah…it would look pretty bad…do you know what her stance is? I feel like as the leader and one of the people running this school, I have to cooperate, even if I don’t like it. I mean, I’ve been arrested before, but it would look bad now.” He rested his hand on her knee when she sat by him.

“Honestly, My main concern are the students. If registering keeps the mobs away from the school, then I’ll go. We have to wear our “Crime Fighting Gear”” he used air quotes. “Will you come with me?” If he went with another member, it won’t look like he’s selling out. He’d be better at defending himself, too. Scott gently picked up her hand. “Oh, one more thing…” He placed her fingers on his temple to replay memories of one summer when the school was empty and the two of them were the only ones in the whole building. In the memory, the door was closed, and Scott pulled her down into his lap, her skirt hiking up around her thighs, his pants undone. He took her hand from his head just before anything happened. Scott had an evil smirk on his face. “I can tease, too, dear.” He stood up and took his wallet out, putting his ID away. “Do you want to grab dinner?”

Jean pondered for a moment, “I actually don’t know what Ororo is doing for the act.” She stated sheepishly. The red head blushed as Scott infiltrated her mind with such intimate details. She forgot how close they were and how easy it was to feel the same flame that burned for the man before her.

She quickly grabbed her coat and followed Scott out, “I’d love to grab dessert first. I’ve been craving something sweet these days.” Jean winked, stepping out of the mansion. The warm air embraced her with open arms. She soaked up the sun and the company that seemed to be following her wherever she went. “We can catch dinner later if you still want?”

#c: scott #decisions

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

After everything they had been through, Scott should have known better than to think fighting and jealousy would rip them apart for good. Love at first sight may not be a real thing, but he felt an instant connection to her. He liked talking about the future again, not only because it made him feel like they had a chance, but because it gave him a moment to pretend there wasn’t a war about to happen, and that one day they’d be truly accepted.

"Well, we can either call a cab, or they have rooms upstairs we could crash in. It’s your call." He rested his head against hers again. "I’m a better man with you in my life. I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole."

“Let’s call a cab.” Jean stated, taking out her phone and dialed a number.

“I want you to be the man you want to be, not how I want you to be.” Jean thought back to her quarrel with Emma. The other telepath made many sound points. She gave him a small smile, “You’re not an asshole, Scott. You’re just... You. And I accept that, I have to if I want you in my life.” In that moment, Jean knew that it was Scott. It would always be Scott. Even if unforeseen forces dragged them apart, they’d always find their way back together and that’s what scared her the most. Yet, she didn’t mind because with him, she could always look forward to a tomorrow.

#aa #p: scott

gloriaafaye

"They did what with the act?!"

"I knew it. I knew it! Someone owes me ten bucks."

“Really, Kitty?”

#c: kitty

siennanotconnie-blog

“O-oh!What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah. I just... I caught my finger against the door.”

#c: sienna

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

Scott kissed her back, soft and delicate, his fingers tracing her skin, that little moment erasing all the fights that had been going on. The look in her eyes reminded him of the first time he told her he loved her, the first time she said those words to him, the first time they made love. A soft innocence fading into the maturity of a young woman wise beyond her years.

“She’s different…the woman I was developing feelings for vanished, and I don’t know if she’ll ever return. I’ll be honest. I was being selfish. I didn’t want to eat my words and swallow my pride to crawl back to you because I wanted to see if things would work with her. But I didn’t initiate anything with her because I didn’t want to lose you.” Scott paused. “Both of you are first prize, and I don;t want either of you - or anyone else - ever thinking I’m with one because I can’t be with the other. Neither of you are consolation prizes, and any man - or woman - who has the chance to be with either of you, even for a short while, is blessed. I didn;t want her feeling like a rebound, and I don’t want you thinking that if we give this another try it’s because that didn’t work out.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. It sucked hearing her say they should see other people, but it was something they really should do. “No, never growing apart. But…I would rather put a pause, or even if it turns out this way an end, with us on good terms.” He gave one of his trademark smiles that were so rare these days. “You mean, feeling me wake up at sunset.” He gave a soft chuckle. Scott was notorious for waking up at the crack of dawn to train. “I’d like kids. I pray they’d get your gifts, and not mine, though.” He smiled wider when she continued, it falling slightly when she said it scared her. Scott caressed her cheek. “Jean, I promise you, if you end up with someone else, as long as you’re happy…and I’ll be his biggest judge…I’d walk you down the aisle to him, if that wasn’t creepy.”

He tilted his head, a soft smile still gracing his full lips. “And, if I end up with someone else, and am happy with them…and expecting you to be their biggest critic…know it’s only because you taught me what love really is. People grow apart, sometimes things that are perfect at one point aren’t what you need or want later. But that doesn’t mean we failed. We just made each other perfect for the person we do end up with. Even though, I can say in this moment, I hope it’s us.” His thumb traces her bottom lip. “And I want nothing more than to kiss you again, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop, and I don’t want to take advantage of you or this moment with the alcohol and our vulnerable and emotional states showing through so strongly.”

Jean stayed silent, listening to every word Scott had to say. It was true, she didn’t want to feel like a rebound after Emma. But her gut told her that Scott would never take advantage of either women. Then he added on about having children, she smiled, “I’d like our kids to be healthy. Period. And whatever power he or she may or may not have, I know we’d accept them and we’d help them in whatever way we could.”

“We’re not perfect, Scott. Hell, we’re not even human. But you’re right. If we could find people to love and who love us, then we did a pretty good job. Right now, I do want that with you.” Her lips separated, eyes gazing up at him as his finger traced her lower lip. “Well.... I’d say I wouldn’t want you to stop...” She trailed, resting her forehead on his shoulder. “But then again, you’re right. A part of me wouldn’t mind making out with you on my bed back home. But the other part also wouldn’t mind just falling asleep with you until sunrise.”

Decisions

“Actually, I…” In truth, Scott had no idea what this whole dress thing was about, he didn’t really see colors. He had been meaning to work with Emma and a few other x-men to create glasses based on her organic diamond form to see if that could allow him to see without the red quartz. He laughed as she continued, and allowed him to see what they were talking about, his fingers hands slowly clenching as he tried not to make it obvious he was enjoying the tease, a small groan escaping, and a mildly annoyed sound coming out when she ended it. The last time Scott had sex was the last time they did, two and a half months ago when they were in a good patch before breaking up.

Scott sighed. “You make it sound so easy.” He set his ID down and looked at her. “I’ve been against it this whole time…and I wonder what could be different if we had taken a stand. Then again, mutants taking a stand, in the wrong way, was what caused the other act to pass.” He rubbed his forehead. “You’re right…as always…and as the leader, I should have done it already…but we can just as easily seem like traitors to our kind. I don’t know what to do, Jean. If we don’t, we get arrested, and forced into it anyway. And the media will paint it poorly…I just…You were always the one who could spin out PR friendly speeches.”

#p: scott #PSHT PSHT #YOU LOV EME

“But this is why I’m not a leader.” Jean stated. “I don’t have the gut feeling or insight you have to see things both ways. I say we do it because if we don’t we get arrested and outcast even more than we already are. I know many mutant will be unhappy but hey... We’re already registered. Why stir the pot when the soups already boiled?”

She stood up from her seat, brushing out the hem of her skirt. “It’s never easy.” Jean said as she walked over to the other end of his desk. She perched herself onto the edge of the wooden table top, looking down at Scott with a small smile; she knew exactly how frustrated Scott was and she didn’t just mean mentally. “No matter what we choose, there will always be consequences.You just have to pick one and go with it. No matter what happens, we will support you, you know that right?”

Decisions

Scott was sitting at his desk in his office, playing with his ID, thinking. It was inevitable, he’d have to register, but he didn’t want to. At the same time, he was already registered as a mutant, what was one more annotation. As the leader, he should have been the first in line to set a good example to non-mutants and non-supers, the chaos people could start with him not signing up…and yet, he was unmoved. He stood with the mutants, and this was his way of showing solidarity. But, he had a team to lead, a school to run, worried parents to comfort…Scott looked up at who entered his office. “What’s your opinion.” He asked, clearly feeling defeated.

#p: scott #not sorry #decisions #IMMA REPLY TO THE OTHER ONE

“Well... Tough call.” Jean stated, coming into the office. “I think the dress is definitely more on the periwinkle and brown side so I guess that means I see black and blue.” She placed her coat behind the chair before sitting on it, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “But if I squinted really hard, perhaps even closed my eyes. I could envision the white and gold dress. Here let me show you what I see.” The red head telepathically sent him an image of herself wearing the dress. She then kept the image going by showing him what it was like for her to undress; Slowly unzipping the back of that dress, to reveal the lingerie and skin that hid beneath it. She knew he was talking about the newly passed Act but Jean didn’t want to address it. At least not yet.

Jean smirked, before quickly cutting off the image, “But if you’re talking about the Act. I would say that we have to re-register. It’s best not to defy the government if we don’t want to be seen as the enemy.”

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

Scott played with her hair, just like he always did whenever they watched movies. He kissed her where he could reach on the top of her head and took a deep breath before letting it out. “It’s completely my fault. And I realize that now.” Scott paused. “I don’t want to lose you. We’ve been together for so long, and it doesn’t matter, we always come back to each other in some way…and I will always love you, no matter if we both move on or not. I just want you to be happy.” Scott was an emotional guy, but as easy as he had it showing them - often at the worst times - he had a hard time talking about them. “I won’t ask for forgiveness, or for you to come back to me…that’s for you to decide on your own. I’m pretty sure I know why we failed this time…and I believe deep down we can get back to where we used to be. It’ll take time, but I believe if we’re willing to work, it can happen.”

He tilted her chin up to look at him. “What I’m trying to say, is I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you, or let my possibly irrational jealousy with Logan get the better of me. And, I know you have issue with my friendship with Emma. Rightfully so, we were getting close, I was starting to have feelings for her, too. But…she’s no longer the sweet, gentle, funny woman I was falling for. Truth be told, I was ignoring it as best as I could…but pat of me wonders if it was because while everyone else said hateful things, she showed me something no one else saw. I liked that, but it’s gone. And…it reminded me of you, I think, especially since we were constantly fighting. The way she believed in me…I had only ever gotten from you, too. Maybe…maybe part of it was because we have been together for so long, and I was seeking something different? On one hand, I strongly think we should see other people…but…I know it’ll be so hard for both of us…and I’ll always want you…so it’ll make it hard on the new lovers…so really the best way it would work is if we werent around each other…but that can’t happen…I just want you happy. Whatever you decide, whoever you chose to be with, as long as you’re happy, then that’s what matters.” He was rambling at that point, the alcohol letting every thought flow out without restrictions, filters, or censors. Scott loved Jean more than life itself, and even if they never got back together, part of him, even if it was tiny, always would.

Jean’s heart swelled with pride and love that she always had for Scott. Without hesitation, she let her lips connect to his in a small kiss. He was honest, Jean gave him that. He knew exactly how she was feeling too but that’s what came with being friends and lovers for so long. She pulled aback and looked up at Scott with the flame of a lowly lit candle.

“And I love you too. I always will, Scott. You’re right. We both have things we need to iron out. You’re right in that I don’t like Emma but if she made you happy, that’s all I ever wanted” Jean stated, truthfully. “I want us to see other people, I do. I want us to grow apart and hopefully one day come back together as different people who love each other.”

“But I want us to be together.” She sighed. “I want to laugh with you and cry and argue. I want to feel the sunrise with you every morning. I want to see a future with you in it. Kids. Maybe. A house? Sure. I want to suport you because I know being a leader is not easy. I choose you. I would always choose you a-and that’s what scares me.” Jean finished, wiping a tear that threatened to escape her eyes.

bloodyreya-blog

"Its called, Udon." She said, picking her head up from the bowl again.

"Whole wheat noodles, in beef broth with veggies and beef chucks." Betsy added as a smile began to play along the edge of her mouth. "And I’ll have you know, Jean, that these noodles are twice as good as your cereal. At least they don’t destroy the roof of my mouth.”

“Captain Crunch destroys the roof of your mouth?” Jean replied with a small smile.

“Okay, Udon actually seems really good right now... Did you order out or make it yourself?”

#c: elizabeth

Anger and Alcohol || Scott & Jean

"Har har." He said grinning and nuzzled Jean before walking her off stage, keeping an arm securely around her to keep her from falling. "You know, you're only one of a few...minus this bar...who know I can even carry a tune, let alone perform, you should be proud of yourself or something. ..you know what I mean." He laughed, walking her over to a cozy booth and sliding in. "I think we should probably eat something...I bet they have amazing drunk food here." Scott put his arm around her shoulders as they sat close in the booth. "I've missed this, Jean. I've missed you ."

"Yeah..." Jean trailed, feeling her eyes close with content as Scott's presence invaded her's. "I've missed you too." She wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol talking or just what she was supposed to say in a vulnerable moment like this. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed the weight of the world, "I think a part of me will always miss you. I mean a part of me will always be with you, I've told you that a thousand times... What do we do?" She asked in a small defeated voice.