Hanging By A Moment

Hanging By A Moment
Chapter 7: Passions

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Scott’s apartment wasn’t too far from the Xavier Academy campus, but it wasn’t as close as Jean’s. Overall, he was about six blocks from her place and around nine from the main campus entrance. His building was by no means as trendy, but it was simple and clean, which was pretty much all anyone could ask for in her opinion. Attentively, he led her up three flights of stairs towards his single room apartment. Unlike the previous night, they weren’t in a crazed fit of uncontrollable passion. This time, Jean simply held onto his arm as she followed him, simply enjoying his warmth. Things were more at ease now and there seemed to be no need to rush anything, so neither of them did as Scott opened the door and led Jean into his simple dwelling.

“Welcome to my humble abode Ms Grey,” he proclaimed as he led Jean into his apartment.

“Not bad…” she said as she took a look around, noticing it wasn’t too messy or dirty.

“Well it’s not as big or as nice as yours,” said Scott as he flipped on the lights, “But it has everything I need, a bed, heat, water…The whole deal.”

“Not to mention you like seem to keep things rather tidy,” said Jean as she noticed how well organized the kitchen and living room was.

“Well, you can chalk that up to my marine core experience. They are VERY strict about staying organized. I guess it sort of rubbed off on me.”

“Hey…Better than being a slob,” said Jean as she set her purse down on the small kitchen table and took a look around.

For the most part, it wasn’t too exciting…No drug paraphernalia, no occult relics, and no blood stains anywhere. But there were aesthetics to the place. The walls had a clean sheet of neatly designed wallpaper, the furniture was all bright red, and the tables looked as though they had been refinished pretty recently. The floors were also neat and polished and as she took a look into the bathroom, she notice it had been nicely redone as well. He was clean…Which was definitely a good sign. She had come across her share of pigs and pack rats in her experiences with men and for the most part she had come to see them as sort of negligent when it came to simple matters. Overall, it felt like a nice, comfortable apartment that anybody wouldn’t have minded having.

“I was lucky to get this place,” said Scott as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water, “With the money provided by the military, I have to be mindful of what I spend. And this place was perfect. It didn’t require too much fixing up, just a little elbow grease.”

“And I think it paid off,” said Jean as she accepted the water bottle Scott had offered her, “It’s very nice. I can tell you’ve added your own little touches here and there.”

Scott simply let out a laugh as he took a gulp of the water.

“Well contrary to popular belief, men do have a sense of aesthetics,” said Scott, “I guess you can blame my foster mother for giving me a taste for style.”

“It’s unique…But I like it,” commented Jean.

His decorating style may have been a far cry from hers, but it was definitely pleasing to the eye. As Jean walked along the halls leading from his kitchen towards his living room, Jean noticed that much of the walls were strewn with pictures. As she found herself taking a closer look, she saw many photo’s of him in full military uniform with a platoon of other similarly dressed men. She guessed they were probably images of him in Iraq and there were quite a few of them. There were images of him and some locals, him on an M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle holding an M-16, and a picture of him and his entire platoon standing before an American flag, saluting the camera.

“Is that your platoon?” asked Jean as she saw the picture.

“Yep!” he proclaimed proudly, “We called ourselves X-factor, mainly because we always went up against so many unknowns in our missions.”

Jean’s eyes scanned along more pictures and soon the fell upon what looked like a graduation photo from the core. Scott was proudly dressed in a neat and tidy uniform, standing tall and firm. Jean couldn’t help but smile somewhat at the portrayal of his dutiful position as a soldier. There were so many other pictures of him as a marine that she could only imagine the story each one of them had to tell. Then suddenly, her eyes fell upon another frame…This one not containing pictures, but metals.

“Hey…What are these?” asked Jean.

“Those are metals I received for my two years of service in Iraq,” said Scott as a look of amazement soon feel over Jean’s face, “Those two on the top were given to my by my commander for two successful missions in Mosul and the others are mainly lesser metals given to me by Colonels for staying there so much longer than I was scheduled to.”

“What about this big one here in the center?” asked Jean.

“That…Is a purple heart,” proclaimed Scott proudly, “Soldiers who fight in war for this country and become wounded in the process receive that. I got one for that bullet in the gut that nearly killed me. I was presented with it after I got home and my family and I got to attend a gathering in Washington DC with other veterans to receive it from the President himself.”

“You met the President?” said Jean, sounding all the more astonished.

“Indeed I did…I shook his hand,” said Scott, “It’s my proudest metal of them all…It represents all the blood, sweat, and tears I shed for my country. It also helps me rest easy at night knowing that I’ve made my family proud and carried on our legacy.”

“I’m sure they would have been trilled Scott,” said Jean as her eyes drifted towards another picture.

Then, as she looked towards the end, she noticed another picture that stood out over the others. These pictures were mainly of him and his foster family. She knew because she recognized the man and the woman, Logan and Ororo as she recalled, standing in each picture. But in addition to them, some of the pictures also had a young girl that looked to be around Scott’s age if not a few years older. She looked strong and athletic. She bore tanned skin and dark hair with deep brown eyes permeating from her face. In the pictures, she was standing close to Scott, hugging him and standing near him at times with a big smile on her face. As Jean looked at the attractive young woman, she felt a sudden nervousness come over her. Who was she? Why did she and Scott look so close? Was she an ex-girlfriend? Was she an old flame? Normally, Jean wouldn’t have gotten so worked up about such a sight. Scott had told her he had come here alone and the apartment he lived in was definitely made for one person. But despite this, the young redhead couldn’t help but feel somewhat anxious by the sight of it and soon found herself asking to find out herself.

“Scott…Who is this?” asked Jean.

“Oh her?” said Scott as he looked at the picture and smiled, “That’s my older foster sister, Sarah. She’s a few years older than me and she really helped me through the tough times I faced after I first arrived. She was pretty much my only friend for the first few years and we’re really close, so I like to keep her picture around.”

‘His sister…’ she thought, ‘It’s just his sister. That’s okay…No harm done…The world is safe. Wait…Why am I making such a big deal out of this?’

Jean normally wouldn’t have gotten so worked up about something like that, but for some reason she had with this man. However, she quickly shook it off…Chalking it up to confusion or paranoia. But still…It felt kind of strange that she reacted the way she did. It didn’t sound like her…Did that mean Scott was having some kind of affect on her? She quickly shrugged it off though, not choosing to worry about that now as her mind suddenly drifted elsewhere.

“Wait…You’re sister’s name is Sarah?” said Jean, as her mind suddenly processed something that had taken a few moments.

“Yeah, why?” asked Scott.

“That’s crazy…I have an older sister named Sara too,” she said with a surprised smile on her face.

“You’re kidding…” laughed Scott, finding it hard to believe in such a coincidence.

“Nope…” said Jean as she shook her head in confirmation, “While we are by no means close, she’s the golden child of my parents while I’m the black sheep. But it’s still weird though…I never would have expected us to have something like that in common.”

“I know…Its crazy,” said Scott as he moved in closer to her, “I guess we have more in common that we thought.”

“I guess so…” said Jean as a smile spread across her face from the look Scott was giving her.

She felt a hot feeling surge through her, this time stronger than the one she had felt at the park. Parts of her body broke out in a sudden sweat. She knew what this was, but this time they were in his apartment…So it wouldn’t matter what they did now.

Slowly, Scott made his way towards her and encircled his strong, muscular arms around her. She responded by maneuvering herself into in front of him so that they were facing each other as they brought themselves into a soft kiss. It was soft and sweet, but quickly became more heated as hands began to roam. Scott found himself tracing his hands along the curves of her body and rested his hands on her hips while Jean found herself running her hands down the rough muscles of his toned body.

The kiss began to deepen as Jean let out a moan. Scott then slipped his tongue into her mouth as they began to relish the close, intimate contact. He felt a sudden tightness in his pants while Jean felt a wet feeling in her private area. Knowing where this was leading, Scott managed to part from her just long enough to speak.

“Mmm…Jean…I don’t think I’ve shown you the bedroom yet,” he said with a husky grin.

Jean smiled back, feeling the warm comfort of his arms as the desire became apparent in his eyes. This date had gone so different…Yet in a wonderful way. She didn’t just get to know him…She managed to connect with him. She had let him in on some of her most heavily guarded secrets and he had done the same for her. In a way, she felt closer to him now in sense that went beyond mere physical attraction. Now…It seemed even more intimate as her body once again cried to have his hands touch her naked skin and please her in the way he had the night before.

“No…I don’t think you have…Care to give me a thorough tour?” she said in a deep sultry voice.

“Of course my dear…Right this way.”

She stayed in his arms as he led her down the narrow hall towards an open door. Before they entered, he flipped the light switch so that the apartment was darkened again and only illuminated by the soft city lights, helping to give it a more romantic, sensual feel. As they stumbled into his room and he kicked the door shut, Jean had already gotten the last button on his shirt undone and pulled the garment over his head, mindful of the bullet scar on his torso, fully exposing his strong, muscular body.

“Mmm…Looks like you have a comfy bed…Have you broken it in yet?” she asked between moans as Scott gently kissed along her neck.

“Nope…” he answered as he traced a kiss along her exposed shoulders and giving her hips a gentle squeeze, “Like I said…I just moved here.”

“Then what do you say we test the springs?” she said in a deep tone as she roughly ran her hands along his toned muscles, absorbing their natural sexiness.

Her sensual tone seemed to only drive Scott further into a state of heightened arousal as he kissed her passionately while running his hands along the sexy curves of her body. The more she felt this the more soft and inviting his bed became. But before they got down to it…Jean wanted to tease him a bit with a little surprise.

Suddenly, Scott felt Jean break their embrace and take a step back from him. At first he looked worried, feeling as though he might have done something wrong…Which Jean couldn’t help but find a little cute. But her sultry smile was quick to reassure him.

“Jean…What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing soldier boy…” she assured, her grin and pose only turning him on more as her entire body stood complete for him to see, “I just wanted to stop so I could give you a little ‘surprise’ that I prepared.”

As hard as it may have been to restrain himself, Scott didn’t say another word as kicked off her shoes and slowly undid the strap to her sexy red dress. Jean felt her yearning desire take over as she sensually reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. Then, in a slow, erotic motion, began to slid the dress down her body…Gently shaking her hips in an alluring, arousing motion as she stepped out of the dress and stood only in her sexy bra and thong underwear. Upon seeing this, Scott felt almost all the blood in his body head south as he nearly forgot how to breathe upon seeing her in this very sexy state.

“Oh my…” he managed, unable to find any other words.

“Well…You liked it so much last night, I thought I’d surprise you with a little more this time,” she grinned as she sauntered over towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Scott responded by taking her in his arms again and sliding his hands down her smooth skin and resting them upon her butt as he became more aroused by this young woman’s flare for the sensual. And as she felt his strong grip, she let out a sexy purr of contentment…Heightening the growing wetness in her lower regions.

“Mmm…I take it you like it,” she moaned as Scott pulled her into another kiss.

“Like it…I love it,” he smiled as they continued to lip wrestle in the soft glow of the night.

Their legs soon refused to carry them as they stumbled over towards the bed. Feeling all the more eager to experience the same pleasure as she had the night before, Jean jumped him and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist while his strong arms supported her as they collapsed on the bed. Scott then found himself on top of the sexy redhead as their kisses grew more fevered and impassioned. They both felt their primal hunger for each others’ bodies as the memories of their previous time drove them to attain the same heights of passion as they had the night before.

Scott soon found himself taking the initiative, using his strong yet skilled hands to quickly undo Jean’s bra, exposing her generous breasts to him. Upon tossing the garment aside, he quickly took the soft orbs in his hand and brought his face down to them as he began to sensually tease the nipple, causing Jean to moan out in content. Her body was becoming sticky with sweat as she grew more aroused and eager for more of his sensual touch. Scott could actually feel the wetness engulfing her skimpy thong, only serving to heighten his desire for her as he carefully ran his hands down her well toned body, tickling each nerve and making the young woman feel all the more pleasured along the way.

Then, Scott’s sensual lips began to trail lower down her well toned abs and towards her wet thong. Jean once again felt her body crying out for pleasure as her breathing rate increased and she felt Scott’s lips near her wet pussy. The thong had now become too much a burden and the time had come to remove it. Placing both hands on the thin sides, Scott slowly and sensually slid the skimpy garment down her long, well-shaped legs. Now, as he tossed the small article of clothing off to the side, he looked down at the completely naked woman before her.

Jean felt herself grow wetter under his hungry gaze and only sparked a greater feeling of need for his touch as he once again brought his face down towards her wet opening and began to kiss the sensitive flesh of her private areas.

“Oh yes Scott…That’s it…It’s so good!” she moaned as she felt his gentle kisses on her wet folds.

Driven by her words of encouragement, Scott began to orally please her more aggressively as he slipped his tongue into her hot interior. This caused Jean to suddenly grasp the loose sheets of the bed in her fists as she felt a powerful wave of pleasure overtake her body. She soon lost the ability to form coherent words as they devolved into gasps of pleasure as she arched her back and urged Scott on as he relentlessly teased the most sensitive nerves in her body. His tongue soon found her sensitive clit and upon gently teasing it…Jean couldn’t take it anymore. She had to fight with every fiber in her body not to come right then and there, but she managed to hold out as she let out a high pitched moan and gasped.

“Oh God…” she gasped, “That was…Incredible…Even better than last night.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it…” he said, wiping her womanly juices from his face as he gave her a moment to recover and prepare for the ‘main event.’

Jean didn’t think it was possible to attain such pleasure three times in a row with the same man, but Scott’s whole method of pleasing a woman sexually seemed to fit perfectly with her tastes and needs. It was like finding another part of her and making her feel so fulfilled and complete…And what made it all the more alluring was that they were just starting.

“Do you want me to take your pants off?” she said hungrily as she brought her naked body upright again on the bed and kissed him passionately while moving her hands down to his fly, which was already dominated by a large bulge.

“It’s okay…I think I can manage,” gasped Scott as he fumbled with his zipper as he felt her breasts press up against his body.

Feeling the need to be nude with her, Scott managed to accomplish the seemingly simple feat of getting his pants off despite his large hard on being in the way. Jean managed to help him get it off quicker and once it was removed, Scott casually tossed it aside and prepared give into his insatiable craving to be one with her.

“Are you ready?” he asked as he gently traced his lips down her neck and placed his hands strongly on her hips.

“Yes…I am,” she gasped as she gently ran a hand up and down his stiff penis, “I want you in me now Scott! Please!”

Feeling almost desperate at this point, they didn’t waste any more time. They stayed in an upright sitting position as Scott slowly brought her hips closer to his and gently rubbed his hard dick against her wet opening. All the teasing and arousal had left her wet and ready for entry as he slowly slid himself into her warmth.

“Oh Scott…” she gasped as she felt his hard member fill her vagina.

Both of their bodies now shimmered with sweat as they brought themselves into another deep kiss. Scott slowly began to use his strong hands to tightly grasp her firm butt and grind his pelvis into her in a rhythm. Jean reciprocated his motions, adding to his thrusts with one of her own…Only serving to heighten the sexual pace of their lovemaking. Jean began to run her hands along his sweaty chest, feeling his hard muscles in her hands as waves of pleasure shot up from her lower regions as the trusts into her pussy became more frenzied.

The sound of their skin clashing and the gentle noises of their lovemaking now echoed through the air as moans of pleasure and furious humps against one another drove them closer to their orgasms. But like last night, the two young lovers worked to regulate their rhythm so as to draw the passion and the pleasure out as long as possible. It was a test of stamina and finesse, but the enhanced sensations made it all worth it.

Soon, the sitting position became too hard to maintain as the hard thrusts from Scott into Jean’s wet pussy had driven her to pin him on his back while she remained on top, straddling his pelvis while still leaning into his body to kiss him. Scott kept a firm grip on her butt as he drove himself into her harder and harder only slowing down occasionally to drag out the inevitable climax that would soon come. Jean continued to supplement each thrust with frenzied gyrations of her hips as their level of perspiration grew and their sweat mixed together to form a unique scent of oneness that began to permeate around them the more they moved together as one.

“Scott…I’m coming…I’m coming…” she gasped as she managed to separate her lips from his in order to gasp for air.

“I know…I am too…” he panted as he kept the rhythm going.

Scott could feel here tight vagital muscles clamping down on his dick in preparation for her release. He watched as Jean lay above him and closed her eyes to focus on the surge of pleasure that was building up within her like a dam. Feeling the need to release his load as well, Scott slowed his thrusts and focused on hitting the right nerves to trigger her maximum release. Then finally, Jean let out a loud moan and threw her head back as she felt her orgasm hit her like freight train as waves of pleasure surged through her entire body. This frenzied orgasm got Scott to come as well as he let out a loud gasp as he shot his load into her pussy…Mixing their fluids in pool of sexual pleasure.

Jean’s hair was now messy with sweat, but it only made her look more beautiful and arousing to Scott as he rolled her over so that she was no on her back and he was on top. They stayed connected as they allowed themselves a brief rest, simply kissing and touching with sweaty hands…Absorbing the feeling of having their bodies united. Such great pleasures from sex were unlike the other passions they experienced with other lovers. This kind of intimacy was…Unique in a way…Almost too much to describe with words. Yet they didn’t need to think about it in order to make it happen. This kind of once-in-a-lifetime level of pleasurable sex seemed so natural when they did it. From their previous sex session last night to the one they were engrossed in now, it seemed as thought their bodies functioned perfectly together. It was a rare, yet immensely enjoyable sensation to have found something within one another that gave one of life’s most simple and wonderful pleasures that little extra spice.

“Scott…” moaned Jean as she simply stared at his face in the luminous darkness and lightly traced the contours of his face with her hands, “It’s so good…So wonderful.”

“And it’s not over yet…” he managed as he gave her a deep kiss on the lips and prepared for another round.

Jean closed her eyes again as she felt his cock stiffen up once more in her throbbing vagina. Scott’s hands then moved from her hips down her long, sexy legs…Tracing soft, somewhat ticklish trails down her sweaty skin as he wedged her legs apart further, taking note of Jean’s uncanny flexibility.

Hovering over her in a semi-upright position, Scott once again began to drive himself into her once more as he slowly reestablished the pace of his thrusts. Jean let out another moan of pleasure as she took in the new angle of his thrusts as he managed to penetrate deeper into the depths of her warm pussy. Arching her back in delight, Jean found herself grab hold of the headboard as her body was once again rocked with overwhelming surges of pleasure.

“Oh harder! Harder Scott!” she urged as the bed began to rock with increasing fury with his hard thrusts.

Answering to her call, Scott groaned out as he felt more of her womanly juices coat his hard dick in a sweet flow of pleasure. She was matching him move for move…Making the feeling of each trust into her feel more powerful and pleasurable. He kept the rhythm controlled so as to drag it out as long as he could…Building up the pressure that was begging to be released. Seeing his sweaty muscles glow in the light that shined through the windows as they thrust into her made her feel another orgasm coming on strong, but she chose to hold out…Waiting for it to be released for it’s maximum pleasure.

“Jean…I’m going to…” panted Scott, but he was unable to get the last word out as he let out a loud moan as he reached his climax and let the pleasure overtake his body.

Finally, as Jean began moaning in more frantic, louder gasps…She finally felt herself succumb as Scott began coming within her all over again. Her tight inner muscles wrapped around his member…Milking him for all he was worth.

As Scott collapsed on top of her again, they met in a long, passionate kiss…Tasting the sweet scent of each other as they continued their love play. They rolled around on the bed, switching positions and having sex in as many ways as their bodies would allow them. They allowed themselves brief rests in between, but as soon as they felt ready, they went at it again…Touching, kissing, moaning, and absorbing the feeling of oneness they had with each other. Their sweaty bodies glowed in the night as the heat from all their physical contact and inner desire drove them into a sweet, wet fervor of sexual passion. Every part of their body from head to toe was now wet with moisture…While some parts were wetter than others. They moved, trusted, and grinded together…Taking in each pleasurable sensation they could and committing it to memory. They weren’t too rough with each other…But that didn’t mean they held back. Scott and Jean let the night tick away as they kept having sex into the night…Allowing each brief rest to only further motivate them to go at it one more time and achieve one more climax. Their bodies were sore with exertion…Some parts more than others, but they continued to put their stamina to the test to fulfill the intoxicating need to experience the sensations that only they could provide for each other.

After some time, Scott was once again on top of Jean, trusting into her wet vagina as hard as his tired body could muster to attain one last orgasm with her. He gently rubbed and massaged both breasts in his hands as he found himself coming closer and closer to one last orgasm to cap off this most amazing of nights. By now, his hair and face were nearly dripping with sweat and so was Jean as she enraptured him with her legs in a tight vice grip once again…Feeling the waves of pleasure surge through her with each thrust build upon her fast approaching orgasm.

“Oh Jean…You feel so…Amazing…” gasped Scott as he felt her legs tighten around his torso, making his thrusts into her all the more powerful.

“Keep going Scott…It’s so wonderful…Please…” cried Jean as she pulled him into another deep, wet kiss.

Then, as Scott felt his orgasm coming on strong, he removed his hands from her breasts and took her hands. They gripped each other tightly as Scott gave one last thrust…Triggering one last invigorating orgasm as they both let out loud moans simultaneously and collapsing in complete and utter exhaustion.

Scott collapsed to the side of her…Taking deep breaths as Jean slowly made her way over to him…Her legs still entangled with his. He responded by gently taking her in one arm while using another to pull the sheet up to cover their tired, naked bodies. Jean gave him a tired smile as they both took a few minutes to catch their breath after all the energy they had just exerted. Neither of them had the strength to move anymore as sleep was quickly beginning to sound good right about now. But neither of them wanted to succumb to it yet. Even as they were still trying to catch their breath, their eyes locked with one another and Scott found himself gently stroking her long, fiery red hair.

“You…Are so just…Wow…” said Scott, unable to think of a word to describe it.

“I know…Wow,” said Jean, still feeling the warm, throbbing sensations from her wet pussy which was still dripping slightly of a mixture of her own feminine juices and Scott’s semen.

They both looked back at each other with a wide smile of contentment, happy with how this night had turned out.

“I had a wonderful time with you tonight Jean…Thank you,” said Scott softly, noticeably tired from it all.

“So did I Scott,” said Jean as she traced light patterns on the sweaty muscles of his chest, “I’m glad I got to know you.”

“Same here…” replied Scott as he gently trailed his hand down her face, “Maybe…We could get to know each other even more with other nights like this…If you want to that is.”

Jean didn’t even have to think about that as she simply gave him a reassuring laugh and kissed him again on the lips before resting her head near the nook of his shoulder.

“I’d love to,” she said softly, showing just how exhausted she felt, “But now…I’m tired.”

“I know you are…” said Scott as he gave her forehead one last kiss, “Now go ahead and sleep…I promise I’ll make you breakfast again in the morning.”

Jean wasn’t able to respond to that, for she was already half asleep upon closing her eyes on Scott’s soft pillows in the warmth of his gentle embrace. She couldn’t believe how strange and wonderful these past few days had been. From when she first saw him at the club, to their passionate sex session of tonight…She had managed to truly connect with someone in a way she hadn’t for a long time. She was not use to such phenomenon…Meeting someone and relating to them so fast. But she welcomed this wonderful development in her life and felt grateful to have been able to meet this man. Scott was a mystery to her…Someone who did something for her that nobody had ever done. It was strange for both her and Scott, but neither of them let it confuse them during this wonderful moment of calm and fullness. Scott Summers and Jean Grey had simply managed to meet someone they liked talking to, liked being around, and liked doing ‘other’ things with as well. They had opened up to each other after having only met a few nights ago, yet it only served to give the both of them sense of connection and peace.

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AN: There! Another Scott/Jean smut scene added to the record books! This sure has been fun to write thus far, but I’m still just getting warmed up! Stay tuned for the next scene, when Scott and Jean take a trip down memory lane and talk about the lovers of their past. Be prepared for some pretty sexy flashbacks! There’s still plenty to come with both Scott and Jean as well as other couples so stay tuned! So other than that, what do you think? Do you like it thus far? Please tell me! Send me your reviews via email at slickboy444@aol.com or post it on the fanfiction website! Thank you all for reading and I wish everybody the best!