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| Seven Times Lucky; Jean and Scott jp | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 17 2015, 07:56 AM (92 Views) | |
| Jean | Feb 17 2015, 07:56 AM Post #1 |
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Telepathy, Telekinesis
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Feb. 14 @ morning Jean woke up to the smell of frying bacon. Smiling, she curled into the bedsheets one last time before hunger drove her out of the nice warm bed. Red hair still tousled from sleep, she peered over the balcony of the sleeping loft and down into the kitchen. “Hey, stranger,” Jean called down, cupping her chin in her hand. “What did I do to deserve a sexy stranger making breakfast?” Scott looked up at the sight of the woman above him, not realizing until this moment how relieved he was to have gotten his powers back, which admittedly was a shock. The shouting in his head was gone, and the rosy tint of his powers played across Jean's form like the glow of the sunset outside. She looked amazing and sexy and he was as love with her now as he was the first moment he saw her stepping out of a taxi in the driveway of the school. She called down, teasingly, and he said, "Just call me the Breakfast Bandit, Ma'am. I break into the cabins of lonely ladies, and make them a hearty meal before disappearing into the wilds." “You sound more like a folk-hero.” She turned her head and looked at the blanket of white around the cabin. “Seems awfully cold outside.” Jean shrugged on one of Scott’s big plaid shirts and buttoned it up as she headed down the stairs, her bare legs showing out of the bottom. “Since you were so kind and doing a good deed, I suppose you can stay for a while. Maybe Spring,” she said with a grin and winked. Scooping some very well done bacon out of the pan and putting it on a paper towel to absorb the grease, Scott turned around to see her sashay down the stairs and he smiled, "Well, I suppose I might have to, since you'd freeze if you had to go outside and fend for yourself. You don't even have pants on." He nodded towards the burnt bacon, "I'm pretty bad at breakfast making, by the way. I probably should take some lessons if I intend on banditing anymore." Jean chuckled under her breath as she joined Scott, hugging his waist as she looked over his attempt at breakfast. “Not so bad,” she concluded. “Any breakfast that’s still edible is a successful breakfast. Besides,” she kissed his shoulder as she took the spatula from him, “you’ve lived at the mansion twenty years, enough time to learn to cook if you wanted to. How about getting me a few eggs?” she said and stretched up to kiss her tall husband. He bent to kiss his shorter wife, and said, "I did learn how to make breakfast. You should taste my Captain Crunch ala cold milk in a bowl. It's to die for." He passed her the eggs as she took the spatula and he said, "I just think it's cuter when you cook for me... also it tastes better." She patted his hip as he moved away, “It was adorable and appreciated that you tried. It’s the thought that counts, and you have other talents,” she added with a leer and a wink. Cracking the eggs into the skillet, already hot, they bubbled almost instantly. “Alex has never taken Lorna or Nate for a visit up here, has he?” Jean said as the realization occurred to her. "I don't think so," Scott said, "I don't think it means as much to Alex as it does to me. He was four when the Mosquito went down. I don't think you remember much before being four years old." He thought for a moment and said, "I don't really know what Alex remembers about before. I guess I never asked him." Jean nodded. “He did have that other family,” she commented. “Not a great family, from everything I’ve heard, but still,” she shrugged, “it was a real home.” She plated the eggs when they were done and joined Scott. “But he’s missing the solitude here,” she said and shrugged. “On the other hand, they get a lot of solitude in that old city. Now that things are somewhat quiet, we should send a team to search and study it, for the archeological benefit. Has Alex done that? Or did they simply move in? Remember that first time Mole Man attacked? We were trying to recruit Jonny.” "I don't think Alex likes solitude," Scott smirked, as she set his plate in front of him, "I'm sure that's the main reason they moved into Warren's tower. Even as a little kid Alex, as far as I remember, always wanted to be where the action was, especially if it meant that he could be bugging me at the same time." He liberally spiked his eggs with tabasco as her questions went on and he said, "I know he did a little digging around down there," Scott shrugged, "Don't know if he found anything. Probably needs an anthropologist more than an archeologist, I think. Isn't that who studies cultures? I always get those confused." “Probably needs both,” she decided. “How many people know about it?” she wondered. Her thoughts were running on a particular thread. “The Savage Land is becoming too well-known to be a viable retreat anymore,” she reminded Scott and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Maybe," Scott said, "But it's still harder to get to. There's not a lot of wormhole devices floating around but anyone can hike down into the tunnels if they know their way. Besides, if we're lucky, we won't need to retreat anywhere." “You have a point, the Old City is easier to get to,” she conceded, “but we’ve retreated to the Alpha Site once already. If the worst happens and we need to evacuate again, they might look somewhere we’ve already gone to once. If not Old City,” Jean reached out with her foot and began rubbing it up and down Scott’s leg, “then we should start preparing a more secure Plan B location. You never know…” Smiling, Scott said, "Only you could make strategic preparation so sexy," He leaned forward over the breakfast table and kissed her, whispering, "Happy 7th Anniversary, Babe." Laughing, Jean leaned in for the kiss. “Happy anniversary, darling.” |
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