Coming home for dinner...

Stumbling out of Storm's place and waving the woman goodbye as she stood at the doorframe in nothing but an oversized sweater, Scott made his way back to his place where Jean was waiting for him. Rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes, he was embarrassed to admit it to himself but he had spent the better part of 8 hours at Ororo's place to fix her piping... Amongst other things. It still shocked him how natural it was for him to be seduced by her so easily, and she wasn't even trying, it just happened so spontaneously!

Again and again they had sex in the kitchen, her bedroom, on the floor, against the wall, it was hard to tell who was more insatiable; her or him. All day he was captivated by her beauty, her flowing white hair, her ample curves, her tender demeanor, her accent. Every time she spoke, he felt overwhelmingly compelled to make out with her like he was a horny teenager.

Looking up at the starry night above him, and seeing that it was late and dark outside, Scott worried that Jean would suspect something about what had happened, he was sure of it. He was gone all day to fix plumbing for crying out loud. He didn't want to lie to her, and Storm convinced him not to either, simply suggesting NOT telling her anything. He was still apprehensive about it but for now it was the only option in front of him... Apart from telling the truth.

Finally at the front door of his home, Scott quietly opened the door and looked inside before stepping inside and closing the door behind him with a soft click. The instant he took a single step inside, he winced when he heard his wife call out to him.

"Hi Scott, did you manage to fix Ororo's pipes? It looked pretty bad last I was there." Jean called out from the kitchen.

Setting his tool belt aside, Scott tried to keep a straight face as he walked into the kitchen to find Jean happily cook up dinner for the two, almost as if she KNEW just when he'd get back.

"H-hi Jean, cooking dinner?"

"Yep, figured you'd want something to eat after working so hard at Storm's place, I take it the piping was a tough job."

"Uhm..." Scratching the back of his head, he didn't get a chance to answer when Jean stepped away from the oven to cup his face in her hands and give him a welcome back kiss on the lips.

"Oh I'm SURE it was a hard job to do, you were there for over 8 hours, I bet it left you pretty wet and stained plumping those pipes."

"Yeah... That." Scott made a face of agreement and nodded. "So... What's for dinner?"

"I'm making tacos." Jean smiled, spinning at her heel and returning to the oven where she was simmering ground beef and frying vegetables. "Thought you'd have an appetite for them."

"Heh..."

After a few minutes of idle chat, Jean served dinner at the table, giving them both the chance to finally eat. The meal went silently with the two trading smiles back to each other across the table, the only sounds were the crunch of taco shells and lettuce as they ate.

"Oh! By the way, I had a chat with Rogue the other day, she invited us over to dinner tomorrow, said we could do with some good' ol southern cookin." Jean tried to drawl in a southern accent.

"Oh really? Well, I bet that'll be fun."

"Good! I bet it'll be a lot of fun." Jean giggled, biting into her taco. "We HARDLY hang out as we used to back at the institute."

"That's true..."

Smiling more impishly, Jean slipped into Scott's mind, seeing every memory of him either looking at Rogue and thinking nothing of it, then tweaking those memories for him to find the southern belle incredibly desirable. How attractive she was, how her sassy and vivacious personality drew him to her more and more and how his mind began to daydream about what the two could do together if they had simply let their passions take the wheel.

Seeing Scott shift in his chair, eating dinner, trying to calm down an erection in his pants, Jean giggled to herself and finished her meal.