Away from the fuckfest Scott thinks... about more fucking

Scott looked around his office.

He'd gotten all his work done and would be able to return home soon. In fact it was looking like he wouldn't need to return to New York for a while; a few months, if things went well. Humanity, much to his shock. was playing nice with the mutants. Allowing them to have their island nation, showing no anger at them living their lives as they chose, actually setting up fair trade agreements. It was... strange.

And it gave him time to think.

His office was decorated with photos of his loved ones. Friends and family. Of course Jean was represented with many different photos. As she should be. She was his wife after all! But there were photos of other people too and as he looked around his office he realized that there were nearly as many photos of Ororo and Ann Marie as there were of his wife.

It made him wonder if subconsciously he had been moving towards being with the other too before he'd actually taken the plunge.

He kept thinking about what they had said. Each of them, independently, had suggested that he marry them.

'And why not?' Scott thought to himself, looking at all the photos of him and the three different loves of his life. If one didn't know who he was married to it would honestly be hard to tell which one was his wife. Hell, with how many photos there were of Storm in white dresses they would have thought, had he been wearing a tux, that was their wedding day! And him and Rogue were so close in so many of them; Scott had always allowed her to cuddle up to him, even before she'd gained control of her powers, because he knew how much it hurt to be isolated because of something you couldn't control. Both of them now were able to control their powers and knew what a blessing that was.

He looked at the photos.

'Why not?' he thought again. 'Haven't I done enough? I was the Professor's first true student. I led the X-Men thousands of times. Saved the world thousands of times! How is anyone to judge me on this!' He knew of course everyone would judge him, so he couldn't be open about it... but why not snag a bit more happiness? 'I deserve this,' he thought with a smirk. 'I deserve THEM.'

"Open it," Scott said the next day, watching as Rogue looked over the carefully wrapped jewelry box. He'd arrived early back to the island under the cover of night, silently sneaking over to Rogue's place where he'd awoken her. She now sat before him completely naked, not bothering to put on any clothing as she unwrapped the box.

"Got me a present, sug?" she asked.

"Course I did. The best for my girl."

"Oh, am I your girl?" Rogue asked.

"You are," Scott said, no teasing in his tone. "Now, we can't have big ceremony or anything and I can't put anything on your ring finger... but I saw this and instantly thought of you. And so long as WE know what it means..."

Rogue gasped as she pulled out the golden nose ring. "Scott... ya mean..."

"Course I do," he said with a smile, stroking her cheek. "Your my wife now."

"Now and forever," Ororo said as she took out the toe ring. Scott had noticed she'd begun to favor such jewelry and knew it was perfect for her since a wedding ring on her finger was out. "Every time someone says Ororo Monroe I'll know its actually Ororo Summers," she said with pride. She held out her left foot, allowing Scott to slip the ring on the toe next to her pinky, letting out a shuddering breath even as Scott began to kiss her ankle.

"Sorry we can't have a wedding."

"We just did," Ororo assured him. "A wedding doesn't have to be in one of your churches. We have sworn ourselves before the gods. You and I, husband and wife."

"We'll have to be careful," Scott told her.

"Of course. You will need to keep Jean happy, it is expected. But I will know that we are one and that is all that matters."

"Husband and wife, together," Jean said as she and Scott walked down the street, hand in hand. They were getting plenty of admiring stares and she knew she would be getting questions about her workout thanks to how sexy she was looking. "Oh look!" She waved as she spotted Rogue and Storm heading towards them. "Hi girls!"

"Hello Jean," Ororo said though she had eyes only for Scott. "And hello Scott." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

"How ya doin'?" Rogue said, kissing the other cheek.

"Oh, we're good," Jean said. "Ann Marie, is that a new piercing?"

"Like? Just got it from a... special someone."

"I love it! And Ororo, I love that toe ring! I'd never be able to pull that off."

"No, I don't think you could," Ororo said, wiggling her foot. "Scott, are you coming over to help me with my garden? There is plenty of work to do to make sure the fertile earth is seeded." She looked him over, also thinking how he needed some good meals. He could use a bit of cushion, in her opinion.

"Well, don't get to sweaty, sugah," Ann Marie teased. "We're starting our new work out routine, remember? I need your help with all the liftin' and the poundin'." And Rogue thought that Scott would look SO good if he bulked up with a bit more muscle.

"I have nothing planned for you Scott so you're free," Jean assured him, thinking about how she was going to enjoy his pussy breaking cock that night.

All three women stared at their husband, dreaming just how they were going to make him the perfect man.