they take too long, there’s never
any time, and frankly, they make
him want to pass out.
but jean has this way about her of
being very… convincing when it
comes to certain things.
❝ funny thing, but i could’ve sworn
this tub didn't exist a few months
ago. ❞ the words come out as a
mumble — tired and content — into
the crook of her neck.
she eases into him, her back flush
with his chest. the wet curls that lay
there tickling, causing a slight shiver
to rumble through her. hands entwine
and silence is oddly tranquil.
jean smiles. that clumsy, lazy one
that barely curls at lips. eyes close
in contentment and eyebrows raise
at scott's words, her smile widening
to reveal pearly white teeth, it was
full of knowing and teasing.
❝ because it wasn't. i put a
special request in to the professor
and.. here we are.❞