Summary:Scott and Jean enjoy the post-Thanksgiving peace at the Institute. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's a long holiday weekend at the school, and the students have been taking advantage of it. Granted, there are many students here who can't go home, either because of their parents or despite their parents, so it's usually a relatively big affair. The day after is a quieter day, one that asks less of the faculty and alumni in residence. Which is why Jean is in sweatpants and an oversized sweater, sitting on a couch in the media room with a leftover turkey sandwich on a plate, no students in sight.
Scott was one of the people who should always be working and always be focusing on the next thing. Thankfully, he already did that part. He prepped the back-to-school-after-break-ugh material and is ready to deliver it hard for the last leg of the semester. But, he descends those stairs, wearing some comfy-looking loose jeans and a black shirt. Noticing Jean eating some leftovers, he approaches her and - with the intent of surprising her - leans down to give her cheek a loving kiss. "Hey beautiful. I see you've wasted no time at all getting into thel eftovers."
Surprising Jean is quite the feat, and not one that Scott often achieves. It seems today isn't that day, as she's already tipping her head back to present her cheek for that kiss. "Hey, you know how fast the leftovers go around here," she laughs softly, reaching up for his hand to draw him over to the couch with her. "If you want them, you have to move fast. And I'm hungry." She grins, making room for him. "If you're lucky, I might share."
Scott's known Jean for a long time and he knows the ins and outs of what he has to do to get the jump on her. Its not very often at all that he manages to pull it off but…when he does? Satisfying. Sad to say he doesn't pull it off today, but he does get affection for his trouble. After kissing her cheek, he joins her on the couch and smiles to her, taking her hand before she can draw it away from him. "I'm not very hungry…but if you're willing to give out kisses depending on my luck, then I'll play the game."
"Oh, you don't even have to play to win those," Jean laughs, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her hand tightens on his, legs stretching out over his lap as she gets comfortable. "Yesterday was nice," she sighs contentedly, nuzzling at his jaw before drawing back enough to take a bite of her sandwich. Inconvenient, having her hand occupied with it, after all. "I mean, I called Mom and Dad, but…this place is home, you know? And even if some of the faces are different, it's always nice having the table full."
Scott is just all smiles for Jean like he always is. She just makes the day that much brighter for him. Kissed on the corner of his mouth, he smirks for a second before he allows her long legs to rest on his lap, hands resting on her legs as he listens to her. "It was." he tells her with a whisper. "How are they doing, by the way?"
"They're good," Jean answers, taking another thoughtful bite. "Pleased I graduated, though they'd like to see me keep going toward a more advanced degree," she admits. And of course they would, being professors. "But they're willing to wait it out and see if I change my mind. I can't exactly explain to them that I've stopped school in favor of being a superhero, though. They're not that progressive." A wry smile twists her lips. "They're just glad I seem…okay."
Scott nods. "I understand how they feel. But honestly, I'm proud of you all the same…and no, I'm not saying that because I'm the lucky guy who gets to hold your hand everyday." Low-key romantic, Scott Summers is. "I'm glad that you and your family maintain an open communication." Scott of course lost his parents as a child, he might be a little envious. "That being said…up to anything fun today, aside from leftovers and fun parent talks?"
"Well, I was thinking I might find you," Jean admits, smile crooked. "See what you were up to. Fervently avoid anything resembling a store or a mall, at the risk of completely losing my mind trying to figure out why everyone is so frantic." She winks at that, taking another bite of her sandwich. "I was honestly considering a nap," she adds, wrinkling her nose briefly. Since they've shared more than one night lately, he'd know that, despite her high spirits, the nightmares have made their appearance again, growing more common. She wakes up in a sweat, and sometimes…every now and then, there's enough of a wave of telekinetic force from her to rattle the room.
Scott smiles to her. "Thank you for thinking of me." he does notice her playful wink. "We could always pick a Walmart, get some coffee, and see what people are willing to kill somebody for what." he teases. At the nap bit, Scott seems to frown a little. "We could snuggle up together if you want." Like he thinks that'll stop the nightmares, but since he's not a telepath and certainly not a telepath of Jean's caliber, he knows he's pretty helpless, but even the small things count, right?
"I'm pretty sure I could read every mind in the place and I still wouldn't understand what's so exciting about a three dollar coffee machine," Jean rolls her eyes, scooting across the couch to get to where she can lean against his shoulder, settling into the curve of his arm. "I don't want to worry you," she says quietly, resting her head against his shoulder as she eats. "Besides, you might want to at least nap separately," she says, rueful. "I can't imagine you're sleeping all that well with the mini earthquakes interrupting you."
Maybe because those coffee machines go for about thirty bucks regularly?" Scott offers to Jean with a little smirk, but when she decides to rest against him a little bit more, Scott absolutely makes room for her, wrapping his around around her to make her comfortable. Hell, she might nap on him. "I usually get minimal sleep anyway. Honestly, Jean, its fine. I'd rather be with you than anywhere else."
"Minimal sleep," Jean echoes, amused. "You know, Scott, sometimes you just walk right into the jokes about you being uptight," she teases. "It's what makes me feel guilty about waking you up, though. It's not like you sleep all that soundly in the first place. But…yeah," she smiles faintly, crooked. "Yeah, it helps to wake up next to you. But you have to tell me if you're not getting enough sleep," she chides.
Scott smirks. "Yeah, I know. But at least it gets a laugh, I don't hear that I'm funny very often." He chuckles a little bit. "I will, I will. Promise." Like he'd ever tell her. He never complains, really, unless its been a really bloody hard day. But he does give her thigh a playful squeeze. "Well, how about we try to catch some extra hours when you get done eating?" he offers.
"But if we take a nap now, what will we do all night?" Jean asks disingenuously, arching a playful brow up at him. She takes a bite, then offers the sandwich back up to him in case he wants some. It's comfortable, as it's always been with him. They've known each other for so long, it's second nature just to share.
Scott smirks at her. "Well, I never said it had to be a long nap, but I can always get the oil and one of those nice jazzy music tapes." he smirks at Jean, yes it was a bit of a dirty joke, but they haven't been…inactive, as it were. When she offers the sandwich to him, he does take a bite. "Thank you." he says, but only after he swallows.
"No jazzy music," Jean laughs, taking another bite before passing the rest of the sandwich off to him. "But we'll revisit the rest of that when we see how well-rested we are after." Fitting herself against his side with her head on his shoulder is as easy and natural as breathing. "Wake me up if I start to make the place shake," she murmurs, her faint smile not quite a cover for the dread she feels at the thought of the nightmares. "Don't want to scare the kids."