Jean was floating. She and Cyclops had just finished a very romantic evening out on the town. Everything went off without a hitch. No bad guys showed up to spoil it. No urgent messages, from Professor Xavier, about impending doom. Not even so much as a simple mugging to ruin their plans. It was all that they could have hoped for. The evening was pretty tame by X-Men standards. A nice romantic dinner; followed by a sappy romantic comedy at the theatre; and finishing off with a cozy walk, under the stars, in central park. Who could ask for more? Jean and Scott looked deeply into each others eyes. Reflected back, each saw the reciprocation of love they had for each other. They held hands most of the night. Soft whispers, and gentle kisses, were shared between them as though they were kids again.
Scott drove up the long driveway to the mansion. He could not believe the night was almost over. It went so well he wished it could go on forever. Jean gave a gentle squeeze to his hand and said “I know…I feel the same way.” Being a telepath, she always knew what people were thinking. She and Scott had always had a special connection. As young adults, they became close, working together as the first X-Men. As their fondness for each other grew to love, they developed a psychic connection that bonded them together. No matter the distance they may be apart, the connection allowed them to feel each others presence and state of mind. “I’m really not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.” Scott said. “We rarely get a chance to have a night like this.” Jean felt the truthfulness in his words, and shared them in kind. “The night isn’t over yet!” she said. “It’s only 11, and we’re old enough to stay up as late as we want.” A sly devilish smile formed as she said this. Scott knew all too well what this meant. He exited his side of the car, and quickly made his way to hers, to open her door. As Jean exited the car, and Scott closed the door behind her, the two looked again into each others eyes. Through the ruby quartz lenses of his glasses, she could see that Scott understood fully the last statement she had made. He reached his arm around her slender waist and pulled her close. In an instant they were sharing the most passionate of kisses. They kissed and caressed each other in the dim light of the car port. Jean gently placed her hands behind Scotts’ neck, pulled back, and with the same devilish look she used before, stated…”Your place or mine mister?” Without hesitation Scott swept her up in his arms and carried her into the mansion, up the stairs, and to her room down the main corridor.
Once at Jeans’ door, Scott gracefully set her down to stand in front of him. He held her close, around the waist, and kissed her seductively on the back of the neck, as she opened the door to her room. Grabbing his hand, Jean abruptly pulled him into the room, slammed the door, and lunged to his body. The kisses grew more and more passionate, as they allowed their emotions to take full control of the situation. “I want you now!” the marvel girl stated, and with one thought, telepathically removed both their clothes. The excitement getting the better of them, they rushed to the bedside, and threw themselves upon the soft cotton bedspread. Lusting for each other, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Each moment became even more passionate than the next. Their bodies became one, as the two lovers came to climax again and again. Their special link, strengthening and combining, heightened each explosion of sensual fulfillment. After quite some time, the energy subsided, and they drifted to sleep in each others arms.
Jean was floating! Although still asleep, her mind had re-awakened. Her sexual energy had been renewed by the power of the Phoenix. Psychically the Phoenix reached out for more passion, eager to fulfill the now replenished desire. Jeans moaning was low but steady, as the uncontrolled entity of the Phoenix connected with many individuals around her. Too low to disturb the slumbering love beside her, her moans continued as the Phoenix entered the dreams of other X-Men. Sound sleep would not be had by any hero that night, as the burning desire of the Phoenix made no hesitation in seducing both man and woman, in the depths of their dreams. Unimaginably wonderful things happened to the X-Men that night. Although only dreaming, the passion was quite real, and exhilarating.
By dawn, several hours later, the X-Men awoke. As each made their way to the kitchen, for their morning meal, it was obvious that the effect of the night had taken its’ toll. Each hero and heroine lumbered as though having sparred ten rounds with The Juggernaut. Even Logan, who had a healing power, was showing the signs of the heated passionate exhaustion. They found it hard to look at each other, to make eye contact. Throughout the night, they had been with each other, in every way possible. In their dreams, dictated by the Phoenix, they had explored fantasy after fantasy. Jean and Scott, however, could not take their eyes off each other. Tender smiles shared between them, like the passion of the night before. The mood was “off” for the rest.
Professor Xavier burst into their minds with a telepathic thought. “My X-Men…urgent personal business, that requires my immediate attention, will take me to Muir Island today.” It started. “Our training session for today is therefore under your own control.” It continued. “I will return once my business is completed.” It ended.
Wolverine was the first to speak. “I don’t know about the rest of you…” he began. “But I’m going back to bed!” With that the gruff hero turned away from the group and headed up the stairs. One by one the rest of the group followed suit, and headed for their rooms. Scott turned to Jean and asked “Date tonight?” Jean thought for a short moment, then replied “You mean like last night?” “Exactly like last night...if possible!” he boyishly returned. “That sounds…nice!” Jean volleyed, as the devilish smile, once again, reappeared on her beautiful face.
Scott drove up the long driveway to the mansion. He could not believe the night was almost over. It went so well he wished it could go on forever. Jean gave a gentle squeeze to his hand and said “I know…I feel the same way.” Being a telepath, she always knew what people were thinking. She and Scott had always had a special connection. As young adults, they became close, working together as the first X-Men. As their fondness for each other grew to love, they developed a psychic connection that bonded them together. No matter the distance they may be apart, the connection allowed them to feel each others presence and state of mind. “I’m really not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.” Scott said. “We rarely get a chance to have a night like this.” Jean felt the truthfulness in his words, and shared them in kind. “The night isn’t over yet!” she said. “It’s only 11, and we’re old enough to stay up as late as we want.” A sly devilish smile formed as she said this. Scott knew all too well what this meant. He exited his side of the car, and quickly made his way to hers, to open her door. As Jean exited the car, and Scott closed the door behind her, the two looked again into each others eyes. Through the ruby quartz lenses of his glasses, she could see that Scott understood fully the last statement she had made. He reached his arm around her slender waist and pulled her close. In an instant they were sharing the most passionate of kisses. They kissed and caressed each other in the dim light of the car port. Jean gently placed her hands behind Scotts’ neck, pulled back, and with the same devilish look she used before, stated…”Your place or mine mister?” Without hesitation Scott swept her up in his arms and carried her into the mansion, up the stairs, and to her room down the main corridor.
Once at Jeans’ door, Scott gracefully set her down to stand in front of him. He held her close, around the waist, and kissed her seductively on the back of the neck, as she opened the door to her room. Grabbing his hand, Jean abruptly pulled him into the room, slammed the door, and lunged to his body. The kisses grew more and more passionate, as they allowed their emotions to take full control of the situation. “I want you now!” the marvel girl stated, and with one thought, telepathically removed both their clothes. The excitement getting the better of them, they rushed to the bedside, and threw themselves upon the soft cotton bedspread. Lusting for each other, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Each moment became even more passionate than the next. Their bodies became one, as the two lovers came to climax again and again. Their special link, strengthening and combining, heightened each explosion of sensual fulfillment. After quite some time, the energy subsided, and they drifted to sleep in each others arms.
Jean was floating! Although still asleep, her mind had re-awakened. Her sexual energy had been renewed by the power of the Phoenix. Psychically the Phoenix reached out for more passion, eager to fulfill the now replenished desire. Jeans moaning was low but steady, as the uncontrolled entity of the Phoenix connected with many individuals around her. Too low to disturb the slumbering love beside her, her moans continued as the Phoenix entered the dreams of other X-Men. Sound sleep would not be had by any hero that night, as the burning desire of the Phoenix made no hesitation in seducing both man and woman, in the depths of their dreams. Unimaginably wonderful things happened to the X-Men that night. Although only dreaming, the passion was quite real, and exhilarating.
By dawn, several hours later, the X-Men awoke. As each made their way to the kitchen, for their morning meal, it was obvious that the effect of the night had taken its’ toll. Each hero and heroine lumbered as though having sparred ten rounds with The Juggernaut. Even Logan, who had a healing power, was showing the signs of the heated passionate exhaustion. They found it hard to look at each other, to make eye contact. Throughout the night, they had been with each other, in every way possible. In their dreams, dictated by the Phoenix, they had explored fantasy after fantasy. Jean and Scott, however, could not take their eyes off each other. Tender smiles shared between them, like the passion of the night before. The mood was “off” for the rest.
Professor Xavier burst into their minds with a telepathic thought. “My X-Men…urgent personal business, that requires my immediate attention, will take me to Muir Island today.” It started. “Our training session for today is therefore under your own control.” It continued. “I will return once my business is completed.” It ended.
Wolverine was the first to speak. “I don’t know about the rest of you…” he began. “But I’m going back to bed!” With that the gruff hero turned away from the group and headed up the stairs. One by one the rest of the group followed suit, and headed for their rooms. Scott turned to Jean and asked “Date tonight?” Jean thought for a short moment, then replied “You mean like last night?” “Exactly like last night...if possible!” he boyishly returned. “That sounds…nice!” Jean volleyed, as the devilish smile, once again, reappeared on her beautiful face.
