2019-09-22 - Shut Up and Dance With Me

Summary:

Scott makes Lasagna. Jean and Scott dance and reaffirm their affections in the meantime.

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Storyteller: None
Date: Sun Sep 22 07:00:22 2019
Location: Xavier's Institute

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Scott was cooking some food in the kitchen of the X-Institute. His classes were done for the day, and he promised Jean that he would show her some of his world-famous home cooking. Even if Jean didn't know or wasn't good at cooking, it seems Scott was a bit of a natural. He's just making Lasagna and meatballs, and he was just finishing up the seasoning.

"So, tell me about your day, Jean?" Scott asks her as he turns his ruby-quartz sunglassed-covered face over to look at his lovely girlfriend. "Its been an interesting week, after all."

Scott knows he's had a strange couple of days.

"For you, maybe," Jean chuckles, taking a seat at the counter where she can watch him cook. "I've mostly been training. I want to make sure that I've done everything I can to control my powers on my own before I talk to the professor about the blocks. Honestly, I haven't worked my abilities this hard since we were kids," she admits.

"Anyone who ever says doing things is easy because I'm doing them with my brain instead of with my muscles is just…the wrongest wrong there is," she adds, squinting as she rubs at her temple.

Scott looks at Jean with a smile on his face as he applies the seasoning. Well, looks like its time to put this into the oven! But first, "Do you think I should add some salt?" He asks Jean, as if she's a cooking connosseaur.

"I unerstand Jean." When its clear that she's been working hard and a little frustrated with others about the telepathic training.

SO he leans over and puts a little kiss on her forehead.

"I know you're working very hard Jean…so tell you what."

He walks over and turns on the stereo, putting on some smooth jazz. "Dance with me Jean." He puts the Lasagna in the oven, then looks at his red-headed love.

"I mean, doesn't everything need salt?" Reason #352 why Jean's cooking is not the best. Shockingly, everything is not better if you add salt. She tips her head up toward his kiss, smiling faintly.

The smile breaks into a laugh as he turns on the music, a roll of her eyes just on general principle. Still, she slides out of her chair, reaching a hand out for his. "You say that like dancing is supposed to be a reward," she teases.

Scott chuckles a bit. "Well, maybe not -everything-, but salt is a good seasoning for many things. Just uh…not all of them." Scott chuckles, and oh yes, he does reach for Jean's hand so he can pull her closer to him. Its still a good twenty minutes before the Lasagna is ready and he can actually have a stay-at-home dinner date with Jean.

"You say that like its not a good one." Scott replies to her, kissing her knuckles before pulling her close proper. "Do you remember how to dance?" He asks curiously. Just so he's prepared for stepping on toes.

"You mean like really dance?" Jean's smile quirks, tugging at one corner of her lips. "Just the basics. The good news is, I always know where you're going to be." Of anyone, she's always been the closest to Scott. Regardless of any romantic feelings, he's always been her best friend. He's always been close to her mind.

Her hand tightens on his, the other settling light against his shoulder as she starts to sway with the music. "Always wanted to do this part, though," she admits as she sets her cheek against his shoulder.

Sometimes it feels like Scott and Jean have been together forever. Like…literally forever. If he got punched in the face, she would be there to patch him up. If Jean got into a spat or was being mocked by other kids, Scott would be the one to stick up for her and comfort her afterwards. Best friends for most of their lives.

Now?

Now they dance together as lovers, two hearts that were destined to meld into one. Scott's arm snakes itself around her waist to pull her close. He sways with her with each beat of the song, her head rests on his shoulder, his head rests on hers.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me." He whispers.

Jean rests her cheek against his shoulder, eyes half-closed. It seems like forever that she wanted the right to be this close. And yet it still feels like home, like she's always been here. "About damned time you realized it," she murmurs back to him, peeling open one eye to flash a brief smile back up at him.

Scott chuckles a little bit. "Brat." Scott tells her then, but its full of love.

No, really!

Scott sways with her over and over. He doesn't step on her feet, but she might step on his. Eventually, his hand leaves her waist to settle on the side of her head to cup her cheek.

"I just hate that I took so long to tell you how I felt." and vice versa, for that matter!

"It's not like we're fifty or something," Jean laughs softly, turning toward his hand to press a kiss to his palm before resting her cheek in its place once more. "We've still got our whole lives. Whatever those turn out to be, of course." She lets her arms fall long enough to wrap them both around his waist, comfortable. While her dancing might not be perfect, she's aware enough of him not to step on him.

Scott chuckles. "Sometimes it certainly feels like we are. So much craziness and we're barely into being adults." Scott laughs justa little bit, but he blushes when she kisses his palm. But now he leans down to try and steal a kiss from her lips.

"I love you, Jean Grey."

Aww, Scott actually being straightforward for once instead of dancing around the subject.

Jean tips her chin up to his kiss, pushing up onto her toes to hold it a moment longer. "I love you too, Scott," she murmurs, claiming another kiss. Thank goodness none of the kids are around. There'd probably be a chorus of 'eeeeewwwww!' to ruin the moment.

Instead, Jean goes about ruining it herself, settling back onto her heels with a wry smile. "So what exactly was going on last night in the lab anyhow?"

Scott smiles after the kiss, and her words make him seem very…at peace. The kiss that comes after makes Scott 'mmmm' against her lips very softly. Oh yes, most of the kids are already sleeping by now, so life is going rather well on that front. Seems everytime Jean and Scott are in the same room together, the kids are going 'eewwww' or singing the rhym of them K-I-S-S-I-N-G. You know how that one sgoes.

When she settles back on her heels, Scott smiles, keeping her face cupped in his hands as he looks her in the eyes. "Apparently Quinn caught herself in a mental dimension or something like that. I don't quite understand it myself. Hank kinda freaked out about it. I only came down because he thought there was an entity in his lab that we didn't know."

"Mmm," Jean hums, thoughtful. "Well, good thing it was just Quinn then. Though I'm curious about just how it happened, it's not curious enough to get up in Quinn's business about it." It's impressive, really. Jean's more or less friends with everyone, or at least friendly. But Quinn's one of the few people she can't quite crack. And rather than pressure the other psychic she just…gives her space. Mostly.

Well, in her defense, Quinn is a bit of a bitch. But Scott knows that Jean can have her moments too. But literally 99.9 percent of the time, she's an absolute sweetheart. Which is why Scott got so lucky with her, clearly. But he does giveh er a kind smile. "Try…giving her a little bit of space. If you want, we can both go and talk to her." He smiles.

"Or I can tell the Professor when he has time and he can manage it. After all…telepaths are often better at talking to telepaths than non-telepaths."

"I think this is one of those things that's best if I leave it alone," Jean smiles crookedly, swaying with him still. "I'm sure the professor will handle it, and probably better than I could anyhow. Besides, my main interest is in not repeating it myself, and I'm sure he'll make sure that I know that part before I get in any danger of doing it."

"True, True." Scott says with a light smile, and its then that the oven does its annoying 'beeeeep' and Scott sighs. "I was enjoying our dance too." Scott says with a frown and a smile, perhaps claiming another kiss on Jean's lips before he'll look towards theo ven. Of course, she can always just not let him go.

Food might get cold, but could be more fun.

He looks back at Jean. "You know nobody would let you damage yourself. Or…transport yourself, or basically pull a Quinn Quire. Don't worry." He rubs her arms affectionately.

"I'm sure they wouldn't if it was something they were capable of stopping." Jean lets him go to the oven, in the interest of not burning down the manor. "But you know me. I worry. And then I talk to you so that we have a plan to deal with whatever's so worrying," she grins.

Scott chuckles a little bit. "Well, we've gotten out of horrible situations before." While true, Jean was probably one of the strongest telepaths -ever-, which would make it a bit of a problem if she suddenly lost control of her powers. But Scott knows the feeling. "At least you can control your powers. I open my eyes without these-" he pokes his glasses. "Thats problematic."

Even if his lack of control is psychosomatic, its still a problem.

He opens the oven and takes out the lasagna. DAMN it smells good too.

"Want to help me set the table?" he asks her curiously.

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