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Mirror, Mirror	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Mirror, Mirror
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Mirror Mirror chapter Twenty Eight

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�You�re late,� Scott muttered, not even reaching for his glasses as Jean shifted in the bed next to him.

�Actually, I�m early,� she sighed, tugging the sheet up to her armpits. �Beast let me out of the infirmary an hour ago� I just took my time getting here.� She had actually showered, a slow process due to her shaking limbs, and gotten a small amount of breakfast. Beast had not been able to give her any conclusive diagnosis and, after exhaustive arguing with her about his opinion to the contrary, he decided to let her go back to her own bed and rest there, with the promise that she would return at noon, or sooner if she started feeling her earlier symptoms. �I�m not going to work today.�

Scott sat up then, patting the nightstand till he found his glasses. Finally able to open his eyes, he fixed Jean with a piercing gaze. �Why aren�t you in the infirmary?� He reached out a hand and pressed his fingers to her forehead. �You�re not feverish��

�Beast doesn�t know what�s wrong,� she allowed, shifting so she lay on her side, propped up on her elbow. �So I�m just going to take it easy today. It�s most likely nothing,� she lied. She could hear the tiny voice in the back of her mind, chiding her lie. �Like psychic acid reflux,� she added, the term making her smile slightly. �I called the office and told them I wouldn�t be in and I emailed my professors. I�m due a day off,� she said firmly, believing it even as she said it. �When do you go in?�

�At nine,� he replied uncertainly, not quite believing her. �Jean��

�Shhh,� she cut him off, scooting closer and pressing her hand against his bare chest. �It�s been a long time since we�ve just been together, you know?� Her smile became fainter, somewhat wistful. �I�m so tired of having to get up early and go to bed late�� The heat welling in her was not threatening this time. It was familiar and wanted, something she missed sorely over the past few weeks. She could feel Scott�s heart speed up under her hand, his skin flushing slightly as her fingers trailed downwards.

�Is it really a good idea to do this now?� he asked quietly, not moving to stop her downward progress. His eyes drifted closed as her fingers skimmed along the edge of his pajama bottoms, not going further but offering more. �I mean, last night��

�I feel better,� she replied honestly. Not perfect, not wholly well, but better. �And I miss you.� She pressed a kiss against his throat, feeling the hum of his sigh against her lips. Shifting ever so slightly, she moved her kiss to his mouth, nipping his lower lip between her teeth before deepening the embrace, sliding her arms around his back and insinuating her thigh between his.

Scott groaned in response; he had never thought before that he would be rendered inarticulate by her presence but the feeling of her body against his left him lacking in higher brain function. Splaying his fingers against her back, he pulled her as close as possible, leaving no room for breath between them as he rolled over, moving her so that she was atop him. Finally, he broke the kiss, gasping for air just slightly. Jean�s eyes were darkened with desire, her lips parted and breasts heaving as she garnered her control. �Jean,� he sighed, �we can wait��

�Shut up, Scott,� she laughed softly. �Just�shut up.�

He did not have time to even be mock-offended. She reached between them to push down his pajama bottoms as she rose onto her knees, straddling his hips. Somewhere in her maneuvering, she had removed her nightshirt and was entirely naked save for her wedding ring and a silver chain around her throat. The frissons in his belly spread across his entire body, making him feel as if every nerve ending were alight. He had forgotten, he thought, how she moved when she was happy, when she was not in the midst of some interior crisis. He remembered the first time he had seen the spray of freckles crossing her shoulders and spilling down her breasts, the first time he had seen the small birthmark near her navel, and he remembered what it felt like the first time he had gone to her, adolescent lust confused with love. It all jumbled together now as she moved against him, taking him into her body a little at a time, teasing him with her wet heat before giving in to her own needs and pressing against him, her body encompassing his as they both gasped. Jean�s eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she set a steady pace with her ministrations, her internal muscles grasping and squeezing as she moved. He heard his own voice but not the words, entreating and praising, begging and offering, but Jean did not reply aloud. Instead, she quickened her pace, her hands pressed to his shoulders as she moved faster, her breath coming in short, purring gasps. The heat in his veins was pooling low in his body now, his muscles tightening as his back arched involuntarily, pressing his length into her tight passage and eliciting a moan from her as she arched in response. Soon, he thought, and before he could articulate it, his release spilled from him and filled her, her gasping cry a moment later telling him she had peaked as well. He did not want to pull away but she was moving from him, pulling a sheet away as he gained his bearings.

�Sorry,� she called over her shoulder. �Bathroom!�

Scott nodded, shivering slightly as he cooled in the chilly room. �Kay.�

Jean pressed her forehead against the bathroom door once it was shut between them. Soon, she thought. Soon it would be impossible to do that. Everything would be impossible. It was her reprieve, she thought, dropping the sheet as she turned on the sink. Soon enough, this life would be impossible for her and she wanted to grasp it while she could.
A/N Next Lance!
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