Who: Scott and Jean What: Talkin' and sexin'. Alex, avert your eyes. When: Today.ish. Rating: R
Scott was slowly but surely getting used to the concept of the walking cast. It was bulky, itchy, and sweaty, but it allowed him to walk and get around. As a human; that was the pivotal point. He was human again. The transformation back had been painful with his leg still not completely healed, yes, but it had been more bearable than it would have been had it still been completely broken. It was nice to be human again, being able to vocalise and express himself again. He owed Ororo a lot for putting up with him the last week. He'd been unabashedly using his friend as a translator since she was the only one able to understand him. Given that it had included a good deal of yelling at Alex, Scott felt that he at least owed her flowers.
Flowers. He'd promised Jean a dinner last weekend to make up for the fact that they'd both been unable to go out on Valentine's Day. It wasn't that they put much stock in the holiday, but it was nice to celebrate. Nice and normal. Scott had made reservations at a restaurant in New York, thinking that they'd deal with the protest and be done with it by Sunday. Sunday was meant to be their day.
Of course, being trapped as a wolf for an entire week had derailed those plans, and any others he might have had. Being trapped as a wolf and knowing that Jean was stewing, angry about something, had not been his cup of tea. She was still stewing, he knew, and he suspected that the only reason she hadn't said anything the night before was because it had been his first night 'back'. But Scott knew her well enough to know that he wasn't off the hook.
Flowers weren't going to fix it, but they might help. He opened the door to the rooms they shared, flowers in one hand and an appropriately contrite look on his face. Or, he hoped. It was easier to look so, now that he wasn't a wolf and dealing with the aggression that came with it. Scott padded into the room, running his hands through his hair as he headed for the bedroom; he could smell her in there.
She was on the bed again, in plain sight, reading a book. It wasn't anything particularly interesting, just some John Grisham novel with the movie cover. It was a book she'd been reading on and off for a few weeks after she'd got it on sale at the local bookstore. It was the first time she'd really had to herself in a week. After the protest, they'd flown home and she'd spent the next few days treating the injuries sustained by the team, after, of course, she and Alex had taken Scott to the vet to get his leg into a cast. She didn't mind being busy, not really. It was better than being bored because there was nothing to do, and if she had something to do it gave her less time to stew over why she was mad at Scott.
And she was mad, she'd made sure he knew. He hadn't been allowed to sleep on the bed when they'd gotten home, as she didn't want him shedding all over the bed and the clean sheets. Instead she'd set up a dog camp mattress in the corner with a blanket for him to sleep on at night. She hadn't stopped Alex from being a bit mean with the jokes that Scott couldn't defend himself against while he was stuck in dog form, and she'd avoided Ororo who was the only one around who would've been able to mediate between the two while he was stuck in dog form.
But she was not hiding now. She'd given him enough time to get used to walking on two legs but now it was time for her to say what was on her mind. She looked at the flowers, and gave Scott a whithering look. Flowers. Really? Like that was going to be the magical band-aid that fixed everything. Jean folded the corner of the book, marking her page, then sat up, looking at Scott. She would not start this conversation. She would wait to see what he was going to say first. Perhaps if he said the right thing she would be sated, and an argument would not be necessary, but after a week of mulling everything over in her head without any outlet to vent to, she was in the mood for a fight.
"You're mad at me." Well, that was succinct, he supposed. It didn't accomplish much, but it was one of the first things he'd said to his fiancee in his own voice in over a week, so it was cherished. And, well, it put the issue out there. Even if it was likely to lead to a fight.
He saw the look she was giving the flowers and he couldn't help but glance at them as well and then hide them slightly behind his back. "I thought maybe you'd want to talk?" He was pretty sure she would unless she was just planning on glaring at him the entire time. "And these are for you." He decided to just get it over with, thrusting the flowers at her.
Scott stepped forward slightly. "What's the matter?"
She took the flowers, and looked at them quickly. Blue flowers of some kind. They smelt nice. But they didn't solve problems so she placed them on the bed next to her. She'd put them in a vase later, after she'd said her mind.
"You growled at me. More than once." She said, deciding not to go the route where she feigned ignorance and made him guess at what was wrong. That was a petty tactic used to pick a fight, and Jean didn't like it when it was used against her. "You looked like you would've quite happily bitten me had you been able to walk properly, and I don't appreciate it."
Scott blinked once or twice, running his hands through his hair again. Maybe it wasn't fair, but he didn't like it when something he did in his other forms transferred into Jean being mad at Scott-the-human. Scott-the-Human hadn't growled at her. "I'd just fractured my leg," he finally said, pulling up a chair. He stuck out his right casted leg, not to make a point, but because it was more comfortable that way.
"Wolves don't react well to that much pain," he said. He glanced down before looking back up at her. "I didn't bite you. Did I?" Admittedly, his memory was sometimes a bit spotty especially when he spent that</i> much time as a wolf. Though he suspected that if he had actually bitten her they wouldn't have been sitting in the same room at the moment.
"No, but like I said, you looked like you wanted to." Jean said. "No one reacts well to pain, whether they're person or wolf. But if I was ever going to scream at you because I'm in pain, when you had nothing to do with it, then I would apologise for it."
Which was the crux of the issue, really. She wanted an apology, and she wanted it to be sincere. Of course now she'd brought it up it was likely she'd get one anyway, whether it was sincere or not. "I was scared for you, I don't like to see you in pain, and you growl at me when I do what's necessary to get you out of harm's way."
"I'm the team's leader, Jean," Scott said in a levelled voice. It was easy to respond to that particular accusation. "It's just Ororo and I, and she wasn't there. We were slaughtered. That's the only way to describe it. I can't leave in a situation like that, hurt or not. You can't throw me off the field. I've trained you better than that."
Scott sighed slightly, knowing he might have just messed up the wording there, but he'd never been the best with these sorts of things. He and Jean didn't fight often enough for him to actually know what to say. "I'm sorry for growling at you," he said after a moment. "But I'm going to get hurt. We're a strike force team. It's going to happen and you can't try to shield me from my job."
"Uh huh." Jean nodded. "Right. And when you're stuck in wolf form, and incapacitated, how exactly are you supposed to lead the team onwards to victory. You haven't got a voice box anyone besides Ororo understands, and she wasn't there. Warren wasn't there, he couldn't share what you were thinking with the team. You trained me to be resourceful, and with you incapacitated and hurt, I took charge. I'm sorry if I compromised your authority." Perhaps the last bit was a little bit sarcastic, but his excuse was a lame one.
"Alex knew what I was thinking," Scott retorted, and for the most part he thought it had been true. He could remember a lot of pointing and gesturing and Alex doing some more pointing and gesturing. There'd been an understanding for the most part. Alex had gotten the fact that Scott had wanted him to take care of the winged girl in the sky. "And after Ororo and Warren, Alex is the one most likely to understand what I'm saying." Not the smartest thing to say to one's fiancee, Scott would realise later, but for now it proved his point.
He shook his head. "It's... it's like a Lieutenant challenging a Colonel. It doesn't happen and when it does the ranks fall apart. We already have to train like hell before Erik strikes again. That mission was all around..." He really couldn't think of a word to describe how he felt about about the way the crowd control at the protest had gone. Both he and Alex had been thrown around by a bird-woman and then another of Erik's boys. Monet had practically destroyed the street they'd been standing on. Jean had sent him off the battle field. The topic of mutant infighting had made its way into the next three or four news cycles. It was almost the opposite of everything they'd wanted.
"I'm sorry I growled at you," he said again to Jean. "But you can't do that. You're right, you can't understand me when I'm in that form, and we both know I'm not using the other one. So when I growl, Jean, it means... back off. Don't take advantage of the fact that you know I'm not going to bite you." Alex, on the other hand, he would bite.
"Fine." She said, sitting up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. If he was going to be like that and pull rank then she would fall in line. "I'll back off. I'll follow orders, and since apparently I'm not allowed to make independent decisions without incurring the angry wrath of my canine fiance, I'll just ask for your permission for every single thing I do from now on."
She stood up. "May I please have a shower, sir? I am dirty from a long day working and would like to clean myself up."
"That is not what I mean," Scott said, groaning just a little. "When we're up against Erik's team, yes, but not in the-- not at home. Things change. That's all I'm saying. It would have been different if we'd been in the woods and I'd hurt myself, but not when Erik Lensherr is waiting for us to fail." He was becoming slightly frustrated, having already apologised and finding that Jean was still set on being mad.
"I'd rather not leave this with you being angry," he said with a shrug. "But if you want to shower, go ahead."
"I'm not going to stop being angry just like that, and if you think so you've got another thing coming." Jean said, crossing her hands over her chest protectively. She stared him down. "I can't just separate my feelings for you when I'm on the 'battlefield'. I see you're hurt and you're in danger, I am going to get myself to your side as quickly as I fucking can, 'orders' be damned. If that makes me a bad soldier then fine. I don't care. I'll quit being a X-Man."
Scott stood now, something inside of him deciding that being beneath her in this situation wasn't acceptable. He told himself it was him, not any canine instincts of dominance. "You will not quit the team because of our relationship," he said firmly. That wasn't a question even up for debate. He would not let that happen.
"We were doing fine with this before." He lowered his voice slightly, trying to calm it. He looked her in the eye as well. "But we can't do this."
"Well maybe I've had a change of heart." She said, feeling as though she should morph a little taller to exert dominance. She would've done so, though she knew Scott would notice. "And If I quit the team it will be my decision, it's my body I endanger when I go out there and I'll decide what situations I put it on the line in. Just the same as every other aspect of our relationship, whether it be carrying our children or painting my toenails. On some issues I'll take your opinion to heart, but no matter what that opinion might be, it's still my decision to make."
That had come out of nowhere. It was if everything about the argument suddenly fell out of his mind except for the fact that she'd brought up children. "Children?" he heard himself ask in slight disbelief. Where had that come from? Obviously it wasn't the crux of the argument, but he was feeling a bit blind sided by the mention of it.
"All I'm saying, Jean," he said, trying to act like he hadn't just looked and sounded completely dumbstruck. It was hard. "Is that if you quit the team I want it to be for the right reasons. Not because of me."
"Therein lies the paradox, because despite the fact that I'll do what I like with my body, apparently I act irrationally when you're in danger or hurt and put myself and my body in danger by default." Jean uncrossed her arms and turned around, tucking them behind her head.
"And yes, someday I would like to have children. I'm not saying now, or next week, not even necessarily next year. Just someday."
"You're not irrational," he muttered, reaching up to run his hands through his hair again. "You're--" he decided to not finish that sentence. It's not that he'd been going anywhere wrong, but his hole had already been dug and he wanted to be allowed into bed that night.
"You're not irrational," he said again, meeting her eyes. He tried to smile slightly. "They'd be blue. Probably furry."
She smiled a little, but it disappeared when she realised that the conversation had veered off course from where she wanted it to be. She brushed her red hair back from her blue skin. "You're changing the topic. We weren't talking about kids."
"You brought it up," Scott pointed out, shrugging just a bit again and smiling again. "I was just saying... they'll be blue and furry. Red hair, yellow eyes. Maybe a tail."
He pushed the chair back which he'd pulled back from their shared desk. "Anyway, just... please don't make any quick decisions about the team and... well, us. That's all. I love you and I love fighting next to you. The protest was a fluke. We hadn't trained enough and... there were consequences."
Jean frowned again, though it was quick and hopefully Scott wouldn't notice, or he'd think that it wasn't in response to his idea of what their children might look like. She wanted children, but didn't want ones with obvious physical mutations. Life was tough when you couldn't blend in. She was lucky herself, but she'd had a sheltered childhood for good reason.
He didn't seem like he was going to let her argue anymore. Jean would let it go for the moment. She still did need that shower, no matter how she'd been using it as an excuse before. "You should get off your leg and lie down."
She'd gone and mentioned the leg. Almost immediately it started to itch underneath the air cast. And here he'd managed to forget about it until now. Ah well, it was better than laying around as a wolf and trying not to lick, scratch, and bite at the cast he'd previously had.
He bent over, slipping his fingers underneath the plastic and giving it a sound scratching. "It doesn't hurt as much as it did after I transformed back," he said, but he wasn't arguing. He was doing his best to prove that he would follow her advice.
He gestured to their bed. "Am I allowed back in? Because I think I'm too big for the dog bed."
"It's your bed too. Just as long as you promise not to shed all over it." She said with a shrug. She bent over and tugged her socks off, one foot at a time. The pants came next, and then the shirt. She didn't have a bra on underneath, as her mutation helped her keep things pert and in place quite happily without one. She gathered all her clothes up into a pile then tossed them into the washing basket, which was on it's way to being full.
"I think it's your turn to do the washing."
"That's fair." Being stuck as a wolf all week, he hadn't been able to contribute to household chores like he might have normally besides making more of them by shedding all over everything.
Scott tried not to overtly stare at Jean as she undressed. Normally he might have, but he figured he needed to give her her space for the moment. He hobbled over to the bed and sat down, picking up the book Jean had discarded. "Are we okay?"
"We're okay, but the next time you growl at me you're finding yourself a new room." She said stopping and leaning in the door frame to look back at him. "I don't care what your reasoning is. Are we clear on this?"
"Yes," he answered her sincerely, actually meaning it. Despite everything else that had been said he knew that growling at his wife-to-be was not something which would work out very well in the long term at all. The situation simply added to the list of reasons he would benefit from ending his habit of active repression. It was a list that had been slowly growing in his mind for years.
Scott was very careful to keep his eyes on her face and not the rest of her body. "Go take your shower. I'll put my leg up, I promise." He swung his legs (and he was so glad to have two again and not four) up onto the bed. There actually was wolf hair everywhere, he noticed, when he leaned back against the pillows at the headboard.
She stared at him a minute longer before turning around to set her shower in motion. She slid the shower curtain back and turned on the taps, testing the water temperature with her fingers, waiting for it to heat up to a suitable temperature.
"Did you take the pills I gave you?" She asked while she waited. He'd required a change in prescription as she wasn't going to let him digest animal medications when he wasn't an animal. She had no idea how it would affect him, whether in a positive or negative way and she didn't really like the thought of experimenting on him, even if she was mad at him. The new pills were just painkillers and a sleeping pill, along with a calcium supplement and some other vitamins. As much as he craved red meat and blood during the week he needed the calcium to help the bone heal quicker.
Scott nodded, though Jean couldn't see. "Everything except the sleeping pill," he said, pulling wolf hair from his shirt. He was increasingly glad that he wasn't allergic to himself. Given the luck he'd had in life, it just might have happened. Luckily, fate wasn't that cruel.
The little orange cylinder of sleeping pills was on his bedside table along with everything else Jean had handed him the day before after he'd replaced wolf with human and bright pink dog cast (thank you, Alex) with the walking air cast. It was nice to be able to just take them and throw back a glass of water to knock them down instead of having them hidden in his food. He hadn't been been on sleeping pills the last week, given his form, and he didn't completely want to be on them now.
For Scott, sleeping pills tended to unrepress the repressed in the form of incredibly odd dreams. Likely his brother would have argued that he needed to take them more often if that was the case, but Scott did well enough without. "Why the sleeping pills?"
The shower was warm enough now and she stepped in under the spray, wetting her hair first then letting the water wash over the rest of her body. "To help you sleep through the itching. You've been driving me batty at night with your wriggling." She explained, raising her voice a little so it could be heard over the noise of the shower. She began to lather up, as she didn't plan on having a long shower.
"It's nothing strong, not prescription." Which Jean obviously didn't have the power to prescribe, though that hadn't stopped her on other occasions. Sleeping pills, on the other hand, were a little too dangerous for her to be handing out like candy, especially to mutants with odd metabolisms.
"Oh." Scott had the decency to sound apologetic at that and he reached over to palm the orange vial. As long as it wasn't Ambien or something of the like. He could do without the dreams of running through the woods, killing, and eating things. "I'll take them," he called out, assuring her. As long as he didn't try to delay the inevitable sleep he would likely be fine.
Glad to have an opposable thumb again (you really didn't miss these things until they were gone), Scott opened up the bottle and tapped one of the pills out into his hand. "Did I say anything last night?" he asked her, reaching over for the glass of water as well. "Or was it just moving?" These things were important to know, if only because Scott liked to know when he was showing signs of his past so that he could fix it. He didn't remember or know much and Jean knew less than that. Though honesty was important, there were simply some things he liked to keep to himself.
She rubbed the soap suds all over her body, making sure all the cracks and crevices got their fair share of attention. She scrubbed her arms and legs, shoulders and armpits, and then quickly rubbed the soap into her face with her eyes closed, washing it all off almost as quickly as she'd scrubbed in on. Jean stood under the shower head for a little bit longer to savour the hot water before turning it off as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed her towel off the rack."Um..." She said, casting her mind back to the night before. She hadn't been completely awake all night, stuck in that uncomfortable state between sleep and consciousness, thanks to Scott's constant movement. She remembered he'd said a few things but she couldn't tell him exactly what.
"You mumbled a little, but I don't remember anything specific. The thing that stuck in my mind was the constant scratching." She said as she began to dry herself, patting down her wet skin quickly before wrapping her hair in the towel. She poked her head around the side of the door. "Why do you ask? Did you have a dream or something?"
"Nothing important." Scott glanced down at the book in his hands, though he wasn't overly interested in it. He flipped through it, barely reading the words on the page. "I just wanted to make sure I didn't bother you... talking in my sleep." That much was true. For the most part, anyway. Bothering Jean really wasn't his intent.
"If I ever do, just roll me over or something," he smiled, but his words were slightly mumbled, and though he looked up at her it was only over the edges of the book.
"Like you're easy to move in the night." She said, leaving the bathroom to rifle through her drawers, looking for a clean pair of pyjamas or an oversized t-shirt she could wear to bed. She found an old shirt of Scott's she'd stolen before he'd had the chance to throw it away, and slipped into that. It had grease stains and paint marks caked into the fabric but it was clean, and she was only sleeping in it so it didn't matter what she looked like. "You're like an unconscious log sometimes."
"You're hard to please, you know that?" Scott asked with a smile, tossing the book lightly over to Jean's bedside table so that he could devote his attentions to her. She was covered now and he allowed himself a quick glance to catch any blue skin that might be peeking out from beneath the fabric. If he'd had his way, he'd have gotten rid of all of his old tee-shirts. They were being used for evil at this point, in his opinion.
His eyes stayed with her as she walked through the bedroom. "I'm too heavy to move as a human, too furry when I'm a wolf. I'm getting the feeling that I can't win here," he said, joking of course. "Though, if I wake up as a wolf, we're going to have more to worry about than fur." He glanced down at the air cast and winced ever so slightly at the thought of transforming before the bone had more time to knit back together. Even imagining it was painful.
"Just make sure you dream human dreams during the night." She said, leaning over him to pick up the flowers off the bed. All she needed to do was get these in water and then she could slip under the covers next to him. A non-furry him who she was actually talking to tonight. She sniffed the flowers quickly. The perfume should last a day or so before the flowers would wilt and the room would start to smell of a stale florist.
Sadly she didn't have a vase in the room so instead she grabbed a glass from the bathroom and filled it with water. It would do fine enough for them. They didn't need anything fancy. She set the flowers down on the desk away from the computer so that if they fell over during the night it wouldn't soak the computer.
For some reason it was when she picked up the flowers that Scott was absolutely sure he was forgiven. For the most part, at least. He watched, happy that she put them in a glass instead of dumping them like she'd looked ready to earlier.
"I'd prefer no dreams, but I'll see what I can do," he said, pushing down the covers on her side of the bed. He was a bit warmer than the average human and he didn't want her to be too warm as he intended to hold her rather close throughout the entire night. He hadn't been able to for a week now. A scratch behind the ears simply wasn't the same.
Jean finished arranging the flowers in the glass so that they wouldn't overbalance one way or the other. She tucked the chair back underneath the desk and turned the main light off. The bedside table lamp was still on, so they weren't completely shrouded in darkness, and after quickly closing the bathroom door she slipped into bed, sliding between the covers.
"So exactly how much action do you think you'll be getting tonight." She asked once she'd settled in, there was a small little smirk on her face. "Now don't lie. I saw you looking at my ass while I was getting dressed.. And undressed. And I know a week is a long time for anyone to go without, but you have shed wolf hair all over the room and that's just going to mean more vaccuuming for me in the morning. Personally, I can hold out a little longer, but I'm willing to consider it if you feel like doing the housework for say, the next week."
"Enough to make up for the fact that I spent the last week licking myself." It was a joke, but even as he said it Scott was kneading his fingers into Jean's shoulders. It was nothing overly sensual, but the contact was nice. Touching her without worrying about hurting her was nothing short of amazing. He could probably go without for the night, though she would have to deal with certain parts of him pressing into her for the entire night, because he did enjoy having his arms around her.
"I'll vacuum anyway," he muttered, rubbing her shoulders. "It's my hair."
"Ooh." Jean closed her eyes and relaxed down into the mattress. She hadn't had a good back rub in a while, and this had come as a bit of a surprise. She felt that she should negotiate further before she gave in to his whims. She could probably even get him to clean the bathroom if she played her cards right. "That's nice." She murmured, her face half squished into the pillow. It was beginning to become clear that she had less and less control over the situation the more he kneaded her shoulders.
Scott grinned. "Better than dog kisses, I'm guessing." He went to turn over on his side slightly, though found himself struggling slightly due to the giant cast on his leg. He took a quick glance down at it before sighing and dragging his right leg closer to the left and then flipping over to his side.
"So I vacuum, dust, wash the sheets from the dog bed, and you'll..." he trailed off, making sure his hands were still working magic into her shoulders.
She still had shoulders? Jean was pretty sure she was mostly comprised of jelly and goo now. Her red hair had fallen over her face, hiding the blissful little smile that had formed. "I'll... go to sleep." She said quietly, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. She was pretty sure she was in Heaven right now, or was definitely on the express escalator up to it.
Too much magic, apparently. "You're no fun," he teased her, though keeping his fingers working into her skin. "It's alright. I'll wake you early and we can..." He was still joking, well, for the most part. One of his hands snaked around to simply wrap around her and hold her close to his chest. He'd not changed for bed yet, but he figured he could easily wait for Jean to fall asleep before moving. She was comfortable now and he'd not had the chance to spend time with her like this, without an angry tension hanging above them.
"That's fine by me." She said with a sigh, snuggling in close. She'd missed having his warm body help to heat the sheets throughout the past week. Having him next to her made the cold winter nights a little bit more bearable, especially when you were a little cold blooded. "But you need to take your pants off.. Your buckle is digging into my back."
"Right." He gave her a quick squeeze before unwrapping his arm from around her and making the slow transition from laying on his side to sitting up in the bed. Scott ran his fingers through Jean's hair quickly, moving a piece of it behind her ear before he swung his legs over the edge of the bed they shared. It had taken him awhile to get dressed that morning, what with the extra time removing and putting the cast back on. He bent over now, and began quickly undoing the Velcro straps which held it all together.
With a quick motion, Scott removed his button up shirt and tossed it over to the laundry bin where it rested just on the rim, not going all the way in or falling out. He undid the aforementioned belt next and pulled it off. The pants came next as he undid the jeans and carefully worked them down overc his broken and emaciated looking right leg. Though he was in a walking cast, it was already getting that look of non-use that came with any limb encased in plaster or plastic for a long period of time as his had been. He wouldn't be in the Danger Room for some time yet.
He looped the Velcro straps back through the loops and hooks on the Air Cast and pulled them tightly before strapping them down. Getting up and finding pajama buttons would have been too much of a hassle, as it would have involved a lot of hopping and stumbling on his part or another doing and undoing of the cast. He figured his thin white undershirt would be enough and didn't think Jean would mind entirely.
"Ororo and Alex are going to be thrilled," Scott said, swinging his leg back up so that he could lay down back next to his fiancee. "No more waking up at six in the morning to let me out." It was easy to joke about it now. At the time it hadn't been quite as funny.
She opened her eyes and watched him as he got back into bed. "And no more raw meat for dinner. And no more hair everywhere. Better communication skills. Less risk of fleas. There are many benefits to you being human that I appreciate, thus I encourage you not to hurt yourself again in such a way that will keep you stuck in that form." Jean said, tugging the blankets up over the both of them. Scott might be warm to snuggle up against at night, but he wasn't enough for her to not need blankets. Especially when all she had on was one of his old t-shirts. She rolled over onto her side so that she could face him properly, propping her head up on her hand. Yellow eyes peered down on him and a small smile touched her dark blue lips.
"I've never had fleas. Months in the woods and I'm pretty sure I didn't even have fleas after that," Scott protested with a good natured grin. As far as he knew he'd never had that particular infestation and he figured it was the sort of thing that he would know if he had. "And having steak for dinner wasn't anything to complain about either." Even if it had been out of a personalised doggy bowl with his name and crazily designed fighter jets drawn all over it.
He didn't know how and he didn't know when, but Scott would eventually have his revenge on his brother.
"But," Scott said, looking up at Jean to match her smile. "I'm planning on staying human for awhile. I haven't been able to do this all week." He placed his hand gently against the back of her head to bring her lips to meet his. he kissed her gently, surprised that he was able to keep himself from doing any thing more, but then, he always had been a master of restraint.
Jean was a little less fond of control, especially in situations like this. She preferred to live in the moment and get the most out of everything, even if they had only just resolved their issues. The back rub had done wonders to put the spat out of her mind and now she just wanted to express how happy she was that she had him back sharing her bed.
She leaned into the kiss, shuffling closer towards him until the chests were touching and she had to wrap her arm over his waist so that it didn't get in the way. She tugged the shirt up a little way, getting her cold fingers under the fabric and splayed across the tight muscles that knitted across his lower back.
Perhaps all she'd needed was the break for him to remove his clothes. Scott was fine with that, as the smile on his face showed, and he eagerly helped Jean in her attempts to push his shirt further up on his body. Scott tugged up on the fabric as he continued to kiss her, all at once trying to make sure that his encumbered leg didn't get in the way. He shivered slightly when her fingers touched his skin. Living with fur for a week had altered his perception of temperature just slightly, though his body was warmer than normal to begin with. Her fingers were always cooler, taking a moment or so to warm from his body heat.
His shirt came off and he tossed it to the side. It missed the laundry bin by miles, but Scott couldn't bring himself to care as he continued kissing Jean. His own hands slipped underneath the t-shirt she wore, running across the skin he'd avoided looking at earlier, an action which now seemed absolutely stupid on his part.
"Off," he muttered, tugging at the shirt. He liked that she was on top, even if it was because his leg was in a cast. It was alright, once in while, if she would have to do more of the work.
"So demanding." She murmured, leaning over him as she straddled his stomach to plant kisses on his neck, sucking gently at a tender spot just behind his ear. Her hair was getting in her way, so she brushed it over her shoulder out of the way. She liked teasing him, leaving him uncertain whether she would actually take the shirt off or whether he'd have to wait longer.
She didn't, and Scott would have his way. She sat up, pulled the shirt over her head quickly and tossed it in the same general direction as Scott had, not caring one iota about her not clean floor. Housework was for tomorrow and for Scott to worry about, they'd already made that agreement. "There." She said, leaning back down to kiss him again. Her breasts gently touched his chest, nipples hard thanks to a mixture of the cold and her arousal.
She would have been demanding too if she'd had his week, but Scott didn't say that. There was very little to complain about from where he sat and from what he could see from that particular position. His hands roamed, starting down at the curve of her thighs and slowly working their way up her blue skin. He remembered the first time he'd touched her skin, wondering exactly what it would feel like beneath his finger tips. Slick... that had been the best way to describe it. It had taken time for Scott to become used to the smoothness of her blue scales.
As with everything, practice had helped. Instead of moving siding across her skin, Scott had learned where and when to grip as he ran his fingers over her. He wasn't always in a rush, hard as that might have been to believe, and when he wasn't it was nice to be able to savour the feel of her skin. He enjoyed running his thumbs just underneath her breasts, not quite touching, but teasing the area just around as he did now. His fingers wrapped gently around to her back to pull her closer.
An extended period of foreplay was perhaps the last thing in his mind at the moment. Stronger than Jean, Scott tightened his grip around her waist and lifted her up, bringing her forward slightly to sit on the hardness which was forming without fail beneath the cloth of his underwear.
She could feel it warm between her legs and got the hint pretty clearly. He didn't want to fool around tonight, that was fine and with his handicap, she'd need to finish undressing them both. She kissed him quickly then rolled off him to the side, pushing her underwear off her hips and down past her knees until she could kick them off, abandoning them somewhere under the covers. One down, one more to go. Jean turned back over and hooked her fingernails through the elastic of his briefs and tugged it impatiently down past his hips and thighs, freeing his cock. She ducked under the covers to get them completely off until she reached a snag. Literally.
"They won't fit over your cast." She said from under the covers, half amused and half annoyed at the predicament.
Somehow, he hadn't seen that coming. It was a rather obvious problem, given the ever present bulk of the cast, but it just hadn't occurred to him in the end. He glanced down at the large bump of covers that was Jean and his cast and for a moment his mind was taken off the the rather immediate problem of getting off, replaced by a small burst of laughter as he considered the problem at hand.
"Leave them," he told her. He reached down to pull her back up. "They're not bothering me if they're not bothering you."
Briefs were apparently the wrong thing to wear when casts were involved. Scott supposed he'd have to invest in boxers for the time being. They would at least be easier to remove, and not only in times of frantic sex.
Jean smirked and crawled back up into the light, straddling his hips again with him pressing into her thigh. It was best just to move past the distraction and get on with what they both wanted to do. She wasted no more time, grasped him with one hand and guided him inside her. He was thick and warm, and she was tight around him, the heat from him emanating through her hips and belly, filling her with pleasure. She placed her hands on his stomach for balance, then began moving slowly up and down, building up a rhythm.
Hands naturally settled just above her thighs as Scott savoured the first moments of entry. He held her there for as long as he could before she started moving around him. His hands gripped her now, getting a good hold despite the slickness of her skin to start guiding her. Once the rhythm was set he joined her and began moving his hips as much as he could to meet her. One hand moved to cup her breast and the other ran over ass, wanting to touch all of the places he'd not been able to during his canine week.
"Come here." He grunted as Jean came down him on him in a twisting motion that managed to hit every nerve ending there. It wasn't that she was far away, but that it was always possible to be closer. Instead of pulling her down to meet him, Scott pushed himself up into a sitting position helped along ever so slightly by the bed's headboard. He snaked his arm around the entirety of Jean's backside and pushed himself further inside of her. With closer access to her chest and torso he could bend his head now and brush the skin of her right breast with his lips.
She flicked her head back, tossing her hair back over her shoulders so it wasn't in the way and she gripped the back of the headboard with one hand, using the other hand to pull Scott closer to her. His lips caught a nipple, and she made a small little noise of pleasure. Her breasts swelled a little at the attention, perking up as his lips caressed them, and deep inside her she clenched around him tighter. She bit her lower lip gently, grinding her hips harder into his. She could feel him pushing further inside her as he thrust while she moved up and down to meet him. The rhythm they had began to build up the pace from the slow and gentle to the quicker and harder, something Jean didn't mind at all at the moment. After a week of sleeping alone in their bed, she welcomed any sort of release, no matter how she got there.
He was normally much more attentive to Jean's needs when it came to this sort of thing. He'd have spent a good deal of time lavishing kisses across her chest, trailing down her stomach, and into the heat where he was comfortably embedded now. Normally he'd have taken things much more slowly, working carefully to bring her up to a torturous, yet sweet plateau. This was just a night where he simply couldn't be bothered with that. His kisses weren't especially soft against the sensitive skin around her chest and as he pushed firmly into her he clamped down rather aggressively and pulled on her nipples with his teeth.
It likely had something to do with the form he'd been trapped in for the past week, but he couldn't help the speed with which he could feel his arousal growing. He'd be finishing soon and now that they were into things he didn't really have the energy to control it. He was a gentleman, and he would make sure Jean was pleased as well, it just wouldn't necessarily be from this. His hand grabbed her ass firmly, pulling her down onto him. He thrust his hips up to meet her, knowing that this was going to be one of the last.
If the roughness surprised her at all she didn't mention it, instead letting him take command. His assault on her breasts illicited a few short gasps, the sensitive nerves there protesting his use of teeth, but pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain, right? Instead she gripped the headboard a little harder, nails finding ridges in the wood to hook into while her other hand dug into the skin on his back.
She knew he wasn't far off, she could feel it. Everything felt more intense, and she held him closer and tighter, moving up and down his length one more time. All her muscles were clenched as tightly as possible around him as she pushed him closer and closer towards the edge.
Scott turned his attentions from one breast to the other. He hadn't shaved since transforming back --it simply hadn't been top on his list-- and his stubble rubbed up against her skin as well. He ran his tongue across the silky skin, for a moment forgetting to push forward. But her ever tightening muscles closed around him, squeezing and pulling as she continued to move up and down on him.
It came quickly when it did. Scott allowed little opportunity for any drawn out buildup and even without the teasing the eventual release was perfection. Her muscles pulled against him and though Jean was attempting to keep with the rhythm, Scott abandoned any such pretense. He slammed himself into her and her down onto him. Holding her there, he refused to let her go as he spasmed into her. Scott moved his mouth from her breasts, not wanting to accidentally bite anything as he convulsed against her.
Jean let go of the headboard and wrapped her arms tightly around him, holding him close as he finished. She didn't relax her muscles until she could feel him limp inside her and she let go of the breath she'd been holding, breathing in deeply when he was done. She was a little puffed, and though she hadn't quite worked up a sweat she was much warmer to the touch now. Exercise did her body temperature wonders. She hadn't gotten the same release that he had, but she was fine for now. Satisfaction would come later.
She sat up a little more and pushed Scott's hair back off his forehead, giving him a quick kiss on the mouth. "How was that?" She asked, before rolling off him to the side, lying next to him with an arm possessively splayed across his chest.
Scott was forced to release a series of heavy breaths before responding was possible. The kiss was just about the icing atop the cake as he tried to settle his trembling limbs. It was a good tremble, but left him shaky nevertheless and feeling less aggressive and energetic than he had just moments ago.
"What I needed," he said when he finally answered. His arm slipped underneath her, possessive in this own way as he moved closer to her. "I'm never breaking anything again." He meant it. It wasn't that a week was an inordinately long amount of time to go without sex, because it wasn't. But the week had been stressful, what with the break and the fight he'd been having with Jean. That had been makeup sex at its best.
He tilted his head to look at Jean. "Give me a second." Scott ran his fingers across her waist before holding her. He was very aware of the fact that she'd not come and he wanted to make it up to her.
She felt a little vindicated, hearing his inadvertent admittance that this last week had not been pleasant for him. It was like winning a small little victory in a competition that didn't really exist. "That's what I like to hear." She said smugly, resting her head on his shoulder with her ear to his chest. She could hear the air echoing through his lungs and just underneath that she could hear the strong, fast beat of his heart. She rubbed his chest with her hand in small circles, looking down to where the blankets had become tangled around both their legs.
"How does your leg feel?"
"To be honest, I'm not really thinking about my leg right now," Scott answered, sparing a glance for his cast. A smile quirked on his lips when he noticed his underwear tangled up with the blankets as well. "And I don't want to." The minor bit of discomfort that came from the break had vanished in the midsts of post-sex euphoria.
He laid his head down atop hers and ran his free hand quickly through her bright red hair. "Are you tired?" he asked her softly. "I can wait... though you did make me take that sleeping pill." He was going to regret that in about twenty or thirty minutes most likely.
"I'm a little tired." She admitted twisting her head so that she could look up at him. It required her neck to be bent at an awkward angle, but she did it anyway. "But you needed to take that sleeping pill, you need the rest." As opposed to needing to scratch that spot just inside his cast where it was itching uncontrollably.
"If you're falling asleep don't fight it. That's how people get weird hallucinations when they take an Ambien... I'll be fine." Jean could take care of herself if he needed to rest now. She needed to clean herself up a little bit anyway.
Ambien was one of those drugs which Scott honestly had no business taking with the way his brain worked and even when it came to sleeping pills, he was incredibly careful with how he took them and always made sure he followed the instructions to the letter. "Tomorrow," he promised, kissing her on the forehead. He smiled at her. "In between chores." He had promised to do the housework, after all, and he was sure Jean wouldn't let him forget that.
"Here..." Scott moved slightly so that he could wrap his arm around Jean's stomach and tug her down so that they would both be resting against the pillows rested on the headboard.
She shifted her head off his chest and back onto a pillow, relishing the support the mattress gave her back and neck as she relaxed properly. He did look tired, a little. The energy seemed to have all burned out and the sleeping pills must've been working quicker now he was off guard. She'd wait til he was asleep then she'd head to the bathroom to go to the toilet and finish off what Scott had started. Tomorrow was all well and good, but it was a long way away and she needed the release tonight before she could sleep.
"Tomorrow." She nodded anyway.
Taking sleeping pills and then proceeding to have sex was not the best idea, perhaps. Jean was right in her observations. His energy was very nearly gone and as much as he wanted to continue with Jean, sleep was looking to be the best option. He had no desire to start hallucinating while trying to concentrate on doing, well, other things. It wouldn't have accomplished anything and was likely dangerous to boot.
He nodded along with Jean, clutching her tightly to his chest. His grip would undoubtedly let up once he'd truly nodded off, but for now, as he closed his eyes, he wanted her close.