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14
PERFECTLY NORMAL CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomp* Just cuz lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *silver stars cause I’m out of gold* Morgan : *stalk stalk stalk* Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can!
Jean closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side, her breath catching in her throat as she pressed her fingers over Scott’s lips to silence him. They were in the boathouse, stealing a few moments before her job and his turn teaching auto shop. It had been a new decree of the Professor’s, that all of the students know at least a modicum of auto repair skills. She suspected it had something to do with the high rate of flat tires and bright red check engine lights in the small fleet of cars in the garage. She felt Scott’s lips move against her fingers and she sighed, urging him with her breath to keep silent. She thought she heard someone moving outside, crunching through the winter-dry landscaping outside of the boathouse. It had been made clear, she had been sure of that, that the boathouse was off limits to the film crew. It was noted as an on-site staff residence and not part of the school per se. Jean did not hear the sound again nor did she feel anyone or anything tugging at her awareness, so she let her body relax, her spine curving to bring her lips closer to Scott’s, her fingers sliding down his throat as her hips flexed, drawing a soft moan from his lips as he arched to meet her. His hands moved down her back to grip at her upper thighs, holding her in place as she would have moved more. She opened her eyes to find him gazing up at her through the red lenses of his glasses, a look akin to fear skating across his features as she bent lower, kissing him full on the lips, darting her tongue against his own as she moved her hips again. A slight flexing of her mental powers and his glasses were seated firmly in place, regardless of the sweat dappling his face and chest. “See?” she murmured. “I’m useful.”
Scott smiled, breathing a bit easier. He always feared something going horribly wrong in bed, something worse than the typical accidents people joked about or muttered in embarrassed tones to friends. Jean was behaving like her old self, like she had before the incident with the fevers, before the Shi’ar, and he did not want to risk missing a moment of time with her, even if it did mean dealing with the almost gnawing fear of accidentally harming her in their most intimate moments. “Jean…”
“Hush,” she ordered quietly, pressing against him again. Her breasts brushed his chest and she smiled as a slight tremor ran through him. “Don’t worry about it,” she added, kissing his throat and feeling his pulse jump against her lips. Her tongue slipped out to taste the sweat-salt warmth of his flesh and feel the slight abrasion of stubble on his jaw as she moved upwards, kissing the sensitive flesh beneath his ear and nibbling teasingly there. Scott groaned again, his grip on her hips sliding to cup her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh there almost possessively. She felt him flex within her and she smiled a bit wider, capturing his earlobe between her teeth and drawing hard enough to make him gasp but not enough to cause true pain. “More?” she asked huskily. He nodded, his eyes squeezing shut as Jean pushed herself upright, the absence of her warmth against him keen as a knife blade until she began to move, rising and falling slowly at first then picking up a faster pace, barely giving him time to catch his breath between thrusts. He could feel the warm confines of her sex tighten around him and he knew it would not be long until the end of things, not the way she was moving atop him, her smooth thighs brushing his hips with each movement and the glimpse of sloping, bouncing breasts he caught when he barely opened his eyes. She gasped and his eyes flew open, expectation lacing with lust, his desire to see her face in the throes of completion quickly dashed when he saw the look of abject horror on her face.
“Jean! What’s wrong?” he demanded, struggling to sit up against the sex induced lassitude still creeping through his muscles.
“Someone’s outside!” she spat, hurriedly standing and tossing the afghan from the back of the sofa over his nudity. “Get dressed!” she added, grabbing her scrub bottoms and pulling them on as she scrambled for her abandoned bra and shirt.
“What?” He shook his head as if to clear it, the gears shifting slower than he would have liked from “sex” to “anger and panic.” “Jean, calm down! It was probably nothing!”
“No,” she insisted. “I saw someone looking in! I didn’t get a good look though! All I saw were eyes!” She pulled her shirt on and was to the front door before Scott reached her. “Scott! Let me go!” She was angry, to be sure, but more than that she was worried. What if it was one of the younger students, she thought, or the film crew?
“Jean, calm down a second. If it was someone peeking in at us, then we’ll find out about it later. This is our house right now and we have every right to have sex in whatever room we feel like having sex in, okay?” He pulled her closer, feeling her stiffen at first before relaxing against him. “We just need to make sure to close the blinds next time, okay?”
She wanted to snap at him, tell him not to patronize her, but instead she forced a sigh. “Alright. I’m going to be late for work now… I’m sorry,” she added, kissing his neck again. “Finish this tonight?”
“Tonight,” he agreed, trying not to think about the sore state of his manhood and what he would need to go do to get some relief. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll go look around outside for footprints and see if any of the others say something about seeing us, okay? Maybe get Kurt to nose around for us since the younger ones open up to him…”
“Okay,” she agreed, reaching for her purse by the door. “I’ll be home at six. Don’t let anything exciting happen while I’m gone.”
“I’ll try…” he smiled, shutting the door behind her. With another sigh he turned back into the house and walked back to the sofa, flinging himself down on the still-redolent-of-sex afghan. “Might be the only excitement we get around here for a while…”
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomp* Just cuz lol. InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for archiving/hosting. ProPhile: *silver stars cause I’m out of gold* Morgan : *stalk stalk stalk* Readers/Reviewers: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing as you can!
Jean closed her eyes and tilted her head to one side, her breath catching in her throat as she pressed her fingers over Scott’s lips to silence him. They were in the boathouse, stealing a few moments before her job and his turn teaching auto shop. It had been a new decree of the Professor’s, that all of the students know at least a modicum of auto repair skills. She suspected it had something to do with the high rate of flat tires and bright red check engine lights in the small fleet of cars in the garage. She felt Scott’s lips move against her fingers and she sighed, urging him with her breath to keep silent. She thought she heard someone moving outside, crunching through the winter-dry landscaping outside of the boathouse. It had been made clear, she had been sure of that, that the boathouse was off limits to the film crew. It was noted as an on-site staff residence and not part of the school per se. Jean did not hear the sound again nor did she feel anyone or anything tugging at her awareness, so she let her body relax, her spine curving to bring her lips closer to Scott’s, her fingers sliding down his throat as her hips flexed, drawing a soft moan from his lips as he arched to meet her. His hands moved down her back to grip at her upper thighs, holding her in place as she would have moved more. She opened her eyes to find him gazing up at her through the red lenses of his glasses, a look akin to fear skating across his features as she bent lower, kissing him full on the lips, darting her tongue against his own as she moved her hips again. A slight flexing of her mental powers and his glasses were seated firmly in place, regardless of the sweat dappling his face and chest. “See?” she murmured. “I’m useful.”
Scott smiled, breathing a bit easier. He always feared something going horribly wrong in bed, something worse than the typical accidents people joked about or muttered in embarrassed tones to friends. Jean was behaving like her old self, like she had before the incident with the fevers, before the Shi’ar, and he did not want to risk missing a moment of time with her, even if it did mean dealing with the almost gnawing fear of accidentally harming her in their most intimate moments. “Jean…”
“Hush,” she ordered quietly, pressing against him again. Her breasts brushed his chest and she smiled as a slight tremor ran through him. “Don’t worry about it,” she added, kissing his throat and feeling his pulse jump against her lips. Her tongue slipped out to taste the sweat-salt warmth of his flesh and feel the slight abrasion of stubble on his jaw as she moved upwards, kissing the sensitive flesh beneath his ear and nibbling teasingly there. Scott groaned again, his grip on her hips sliding to cup her bottom, squeezing the firm flesh there almost possessively. She felt him flex within her and she smiled a bit wider, capturing his earlobe between her teeth and drawing hard enough to make him gasp but not enough to cause true pain. “More?” she asked huskily. He nodded, his eyes squeezing shut as Jean pushed herself upright, the absence of her warmth against him keen as a knife blade until she began to move, rising and falling slowly at first then picking up a faster pace, barely giving him time to catch his breath between thrusts. He could feel the warm confines of her sex tighten around him and he knew it would not be long until the end of things, not the way she was moving atop him, her smooth thighs brushing his hips with each movement and the glimpse of sloping, bouncing breasts he caught when he barely opened his eyes. She gasped and his eyes flew open, expectation lacing with lust, his desire to see her face in the throes of completion quickly dashed when he saw the look of abject horror on her face.
“Jean! What’s wrong?” he demanded, struggling to sit up against the sex induced lassitude still creeping through his muscles.
“Someone’s outside!” she spat, hurriedly standing and tossing the afghan from the back of the sofa over his nudity. “Get dressed!” she added, grabbing her scrub bottoms and pulling them on as she scrambled for her abandoned bra and shirt.
“What?” He shook his head as if to clear it, the gears shifting slower than he would have liked from “sex” to “anger and panic.” “Jean, calm down! It was probably nothing!”
“No,” she insisted. “I saw someone looking in! I didn’t get a good look though! All I saw were eyes!” She pulled her shirt on and was to the front door before Scott reached her. “Scott! Let me go!” She was angry, to be sure, but more than that she was worried. What if it was one of the younger students, she thought, or the film crew?
“Jean, calm down a second. If it was someone peeking in at us, then we’ll find out about it later. This is our house right now and we have every right to have sex in whatever room we feel like having sex in, okay?” He pulled her closer, feeling her stiffen at first before relaxing against him. “We just need to make sure to close the blinds next time, okay?”
She wanted to snap at him, tell him not to patronize her, but instead she forced a sigh. “Alright. I’m going to be late for work now… I’m sorry,” she added, kissing his neck again. “Finish this tonight?”
“Tonight,” he agreed, trying not to think about the sore state of his manhood and what he would need to go do to get some relief. “If it will make you feel better, I’ll go look around outside for footprints and see if any of the others say something about seeing us, okay? Maybe get Kurt to nose around for us since the younger ones open up to him…”
“Okay,” she agreed, reaching for her purse by the door. “I’ll be home at six. Don’t let anything exciting happen while I’m gone.”
“I’ll try…” he smiled, shutting the door behind her. With another sigh he turned back into the house and walked back to the sofa, flinging himself down on the still-redolent-of-sex afghan. “Might be the only excitement we get around here for a while…”