Lil southern cookin!

Returning home and taking a very lengthy cold shower, Jean had gotten dressed and ready for the dinner invite to Rogue's place. Checking her make up and hair in the mirror, Jean smiled and leaned over to the side of her seat to call out over the hallway to check on Scott who was having HIS turn to get cleaned up.

"Scott? Are you almost ready?"

"Almost honey." He called out from the washroom, the man still buttoning up his best shirt and checking his hair.

With a smirk, she delved deeper into his mind, toying with his memories of Rogue and how attractive she was to the man. Every time she would drawl her southern sass, every flirtatious winks and smiles. It made her giggle that he felt he needed to dunk his head in cold water to clear his head after remembering that first day she had control of her powers, she went out with a string bikini to the beach that had half the X-Men trip over their own feet at the sight of her, him included.

Shaking his head and checking himself over, Scott stepped out of the washroom to find Jean waiting for him in the hallway wearing a stylish red blouse and matching skirt. Checking over his collar for him before kissing him on the lips.

"There we are, all set for our dinner date."

"I wonder what she has cooking for the three of us?"

'Or for the two of YOU?' Jean thought in her head. Like with Scott, she had been tugging on heart strings in Rogue's mind. Filling her dreams with salacious visions of her husband giving her the the most intense night of her life. Over and over again, until she fell out of her bed with her hands scrambling over herself in a **** attempt to make her sexual fantasy feel more a reality.

"Well, lets go, I'm sure we're keeping her waiting."

Stepping out of the house hand in hand. The couple walked out on foot to Rogue's home with the evening sun casting to the west of them. Making their way down the neighborhood, they spotted Mystique and Destiny taking a stroll back to their own home, waving over to the couple as Scott waved back with his free arm, while Jean simply clung to his other arm. Because she knew if she gave her arms ANY slack to wave back, her hand would immediately reach for the hem of her skirt.

From their side of the pathway, Jean could hear their inner thoughts just as clearly as their hushed whispers. Raven and Irene had been on to her LONG before her meddling with Storm's psyche, actually taking bets on how long she could keep this up or who Jean would shove towards Scott to plow like farming fields. 'Leave it to a fucking fortune teller to find out before everyone else.' The idea that they were plotting from the sidelines over who Jean would ensnare into her plans made the redhead mewl and nuzzle into Scott's shoulder.

After a few minutes, the two had finally reached Rogue's place and knocked on the door, waiting patiently for Anne Marie to open the door. They didn't have to wait long when it did, with the beautiful brunette smiling back at the couple and pulling them both in for a bear hug. Pulling back, Scott finally got a better view of the southern belle, wearing skin tight sweat pants along with a heavy green sweater that obscured her chest but he knew from so many interactions with the woman she was rather chesty and proud of it. Her hair was vibrant and full, with her trademark white stripe going up her hair line. She was also wearing make up, with brght red lipstick and eye liner that drew his eyes to her kissable lips and hungry eyes.

"Howdy you two, you both look like a couple of peas in a pod. How y'all been? Take your shoes off and get yerself a seat'n talk."

Doing just that and taking seats at the couch, Rogue tittered over to the kitchen and waved at the door frame, hinting that she can still hear them. "So how y'all been? Ah've just been cookin up some chili, and a little bit of corn bread to go with. I hope you like some Mississippi chicken to go with, its a family recipe."

"Well..."

"Scott's been very busy lately, he's been our local handyman, helping Storm with her kitchen sink." Smirked Jean, seeing Scott sweat somewhat, hoping certain details hadn't come to light.

"I HEARD of that. Ororo's been telling me how good with his hands Scott is." Poking her head out the door frame, Rogue smiled at the rose tinted sunglasses wearing man. "Aren'tcha Scott?"

Fluttering her eyes innocently, Jean bore right into Rogue's memories, brewing up little moments that made the woman realise she was attracted to the man. Like the time they trained for CPR together, or those times they were in the danger room and she caught herself staring at him. When she disappeared from sight back into the kitchen, Jean knew her goading was making the woman blush hotly as she stirred the chili and checked on what was in the oven.

With her out of sight again, Jean decided to go in for the kill, using her telepathy to give Rogue the nudge she needed to finally ask...

"Scott sugah, can you give lil ol me a hand with the corn bread? I just need to make sure its 'stiff' enough to be taken out.

Giving Jean a look, Jean nodded over to Scott to help the woman as she plucked a newspaper from the coffee table in front of her.

Sitting up, the man made his way over to the other room.