Grief and Comfort

BY : AmandaLee
Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > General
Dragon prints: 2804
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

Title: Grief and Comfort

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: X-men movieverse, post X2.

Pairing: Scott/Ororo, reference to Scott/Jean

Disclaimer: Marvel and 20th Century Fox own them, I don’t own anything but this story idea. Please don’t sue.

Summary: Scott mourns Jean’s death, and Ororo is there to comfort him.

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Feedback: Please, that would make my day, but don’t flame me if you don’t like this pairing. Constructive criticism welcome. My email is henrika15_@hotmail.com

A/N & Warnings: This is my first Scott/Ororo fic. I might continue this fic, especially if I get positive feedback from you guys. No real warnings, I guess... A good deal of angst and a wee bit of m/f sex, but probably nothing you haven’t read before. Spoilers for X2, of course, so don’t read this if you haven’t seen the movie.
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Ororo was feeling weary. She often did these days. Jean’s death was still so close, and it affected everyone in a negative way. Ororo grieved for the loss of her best friend, and missed her presence at the mansion every day, but as she knew, it was even worse for Scott.

Jean had been his fiancée after all, his lover, companion and friend. The love of his life. Losing her had been hard on him. More and more often Scott complained over headache and asked someone else – usually Ororo – to take his classes so he could go to his room and rest.

Ororo no longer believed him every time he said he had a headache, but she never objected anwaysways did what he asked without questions. He was her friend, and she felt she had to try being there for him when he needed her. He never cried so others could see it, although the professor encouraged him to “let it out”. No one would believe him weak if he did; it would only be human. Even the most fearless leader had the right to be human.

But Scott just shook his head with a dogged expression. “No, I don’t cry,” he claimed.

Charles could feel his pain, but never pressed him further. Scott dealt with his pain in his own way, and if he wanted to keep it all within himself, it was his choice. t wat was difficult for Ororo to know how Charles handled the loss of Jean. She had been one of his first students, as dear to him as Scott and Ororo herself were, almost like a daughter. He *felt* normal when one ta to to him, but in private... one could never know.

Logan was his usual gruff, macho type, and although he had chosen to stay at the mansion this time, he spent much time out. He and Scott no longer picked at each other, but seemed to have reached a silent understanding. They hardly spoke, but at least they greeted each other when they met in the hallway. Always something.

Ororo had to take more than twice as many classes now when Jean was gone, and Scott was unable to attend. She was a strong woman, but the new time schedule wore her out, although she hadn’t the heart to complain. After the long workdays was was often so tired, that she went straight to bed and slept until her alarm clock woke her up in the morning.

Maybe people saw that she was overstraining herself, but maybe everyone was too busy to notice. In either case, it was the same. The kids came first, and Ororo was responsible for them, which was a duty she couldn’t fail. That would have been like failing Jean.

Scott is failing Jean, she thought one evening. I am sure she hadn’t wished him to hide in a shell within himself like he does. She would have wanted him to move on, to remember her, sure, but not to drown in his grief.

She decided to go down to the mansion’s Jacuzzi for a while, and just relax. She didn’t get many opportunities to relax these days, and had to use those she got.

Ororo brought a towel and slowly and silently made her way through the mansion toward the swimming pool in the sub level. She walked past Cerebro, the science lab, and, of course, the med-lab, alw always sadly empty when Jean was no longer around in her glasses and white lab-coat.

Ororo felt a sting in her heart when she saw the closed door, and forced herself to continue. Tears had begun to itch in her eyes, and she blinked them away. The Jacuzzi. Right.

She turned on the hot tub and waited for the water to start bubbling. Ororo undressed. She didn’t bring any bathing suit, since she always swam and bathed naked. While living in Kenya, bathing clothes had never been an issue, and the habit had followed her into the States. She wasn’t sure whether it was a bad habit or not, but she felt comfortable with it, and so be it.

Sighing, Ororo sank down in the hot, stirring water and let it caress her aching body. Slowly her tense muscles started to relax and soften, and she closed her eyes and leaned back against the edge, stretching out her arms on the sides. She regretted that she hadn’t stuffed her hair into a bun, for she didn’t want to wet it. She would probably go to bed soon after this, and it took forever to get her hair dry.

Never mind. That’s why God created hairdryers, right? Ororo thought. She hadn’t been down here for so long, and decided to enjoy every minute of her time.

Suddenly she could hear the sounds of steps advancing toward the Jacuzzi. Ororo winced and her eyes fluttered open at once. She really hadn’t expected anyone else to come down here this late at night, and was therefore surprised and also a little startled.

When she opened her eyes she saw the last person she’d expected to see; Scott. Judging from the look on his face, he was as surprised to see her here.

“Ororo...” he murmured, sounding troubled. “So you’re here...”

“Yes,” Ororo replied. “Obviously I am. Are you’re here as well.”

“If you wonder why, I’ve just had a long work out, and thought I’d relax in the Jacuzzi for a while, but if I’m disturbing you...”

“No!” Ororo called reflexively, “I mean... no, you’re not urbiurbing me... By all means, come and have a seat.”

She could feel a flush creeping into her face and didn’t know what to do to hide it. That she was naked didn’t bother her, but she had to admit seeing Scott wearing only swimming trunks did. He had an almost perfect body; tall, fit, athletic... not massive like Logan’s, yet still muscular... And then he was Scott Summers.

Ororo had never admitted it to anyone, not even herself, but for many years she had been secretly in loith ith Scott. Her best friend’s boyfriend. She had kept it all to herself, and never displayed any such feelings. Both Jean and Scott were her friends, and she felt ashamed for wanting him. He was happy with Jean, and she wanted him to be happy. As well as Jean.

But now Jean was dead. And Scott was alone, and all but happy. He was heartbroken. The grief was still so near, and finding out that Ororo, his friend and teammate, thought of him like that could either ha poa positive or devastating effect on him. Anyway, this wasn’t the time to reveal such a thing. Ororo would never think of trying to steal her dead friend’s boyfriend. Not now, and probably not ever.

“Are you sure?” Scott asked.

“Of course. It will just be nice to get some company,” Ororo assured him and gave him a friendly smile. She was a little afraid that something in her behaviour would reveal her secret, but it would seem odd if she left now or asked him to leave.

Scott lowered his body into the Jacuzzi and settled about two feet away from her, which was close enough to affect Ororo.

He couldn’t help thinking of Jean, and how often they had gone here, sometimes late in the evening or early in the morning, when no one else was here, and enjoyed being alone with each other. A couple of times they had made love in the Jacuzzi, mostly to try how it was to have sex in the water, and it had been good. No, more than good. Exquisite. Everything about Jean had been that.

He threw a quick glance at Ororo. She wore no bikini top, and probably no lower part either. That meant she was naked. Damn! Why didn’t he see that before? That water sure concealed everything below her shoulders, but still, knowing that a naked woman was ing ing at such a small distance from him, made him feel uncomfortable. Scott squirmed and thought about leaving, but that might hurt Ororo, so he stayed.

“How are you?” she asked him, concerned. “You look so troubled.”

“It’s nothing...” Scott murmured. “I’m fine.”

“If there’s anything I can do to help, then let me know,” she said. And she meant it. Helping Scott was something she was always ready for.

“Thanks, ‘Roro,” he replied, and the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

Ororo couldn’t recall she had seen Scott smile since Jean died at Alkali Lake.

“You miss her a lot, don’t you?” she asked compassionately.

“Yes,” Scott nodded. “I really do.”

“I miss her too. She was my best friend.”

“I know.”

“If you’d like to talk about her, or anything, I’ll be happy to listen,” she offered, hoping to get him to open up a bit. But even the professor hadn’t succeeded, so she wasn’t very hopeful.

Scott was silent for a while, but then he said, “I still can’t believe she’s dead. Every morning when I wake up, I expect to see her lying next to me in the bed. And every time it hurts so much when I remember that she... won’t be there. Ever.”

Scott turned his pained face away from her, and could feel tears burning behind his ruby-red glasses. He continued, but without looking at her, “When I go down town, I always see people, women, that look exactly like her from behind. Whenever I see someone who looks like her disappear behind a corner, I feel like running there to check if it’s Jean.”

He sighed. “I know that’s silly, but I suppose a part of me won’t accept that she’s gone.”

“No, that isn’t silly,” Ororo said softly. “I understand how you feel. I miss her too. And I still wonder every day, if there could haven son something that I – we – could have done to save her.”

“I know,” Scott said. “I can’t let it go myself.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Scott. You couldn’t have done more than you already did.”

“I suppose so, but....” Scott murmured.

“Have you talked to Charles? Maybe he could help you come to terms with this?” Ororo asked.

“No,” Scott shook his head, determined. “I have to deal with this on my own.”

“Accepting help doesn’t make you weak. Honestly,” she continued, “I don’t think Jean would have wanted you to fall out like this. She would have wanted you to move on. She is gone, Scott. Your grief, my grief... nothing can bring her back.”

Scott didn’t answer. Ororo was so right, and deep down inside he knew it, and wanted to agree, but...

Two months had passed since Jean’s death, and Scott had to admit that there were better ways to deal with the grief than his was. He had basically withdrawn into himself, and made his own life, and the life of is friends and teammates, very difficult. Ororo and Charles had had to take over his classes, and he had almost forgotten about his responsibilities and the students.

I mustn’t neglect my duties like this, he thought. Jean died, I am alive. I have to accept it. She is not coming back.

“You’re right,” he sighed. “I have to accept that... that she... that Jean is...”

Scott couldn’t finish his sentence. He did something he hadn’t done since Jean died – he cried. Sobbing he buried his face in his hands and murmured something incoherent about Jean.

Ororo was hesitant for a second, but she quickly overcame it, and reached out to take Scott in her arms. He gratefully accepted her embrace and leaned against her as he cried and released what he’d been holding back for two months. It was quite a lot. To begin with he simply cried and clutched her closer, desperate for contact. She comforted him to the best of her ability, murmuring softly, and soothingly stroking his hair.

Later his tears dried up and empty sobs were all that remained. Ororo still held him close, and when he had gotten over the worst, he slowly got aware of what was actually happening. The fragrant scent of her womanly body reached his nose, and he could feel her nudity against his own, almost naked body. His head was almost between her soft, firm breasts, and he was holding his arms around her waist. Oh, God. No, not now! Scott had been mostly asexual since Jean’s death, and sexual activities had never even crossed his mind, because he had simply not allowed them to. That would have been like cheating on Jean.

Now he could feel his penis starting to stiffen in his swimming trunks, and suddenly it was pressing against Ororo’s inner thigh. Scott couldn’t help it. He jerked. The sensation that came over him was just too overwhelming and sudden, and he didn’t know how to handle it. So hd whd what was simplest – trying to escape.

He pulled away from her tight embrace, his face flushed and heart pumping like after an hour of intense exercising.

“I’m sorry, Ororo,” he whispered. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, forgive me. I’ll... I’ll leave now... Thanks for listening to me.”

He started to rise from the Jacuzzi, but Ororo seized his wrist and stopped him. “Scott,” she said. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Please don’t leave.”

He looked back at her beautiful, honest, sympathetic face, noticing the hurt expression there, and hesitantly sank back beside her. His erection hadn’t gone away; on the contrary, Ororo’s presence made it grow further. Luckily they were in the water, so she couldn’t see it. He knew that she knew anyway, though.

Ororo had noticed what happened with Scott, and she had responded the same way. A familiar burning heat had formed in her crotch, and it would certainly remain there as long as Scott stayed close. And she wanted him to.

“I’m sorry, ‘Ro,” he said again. “I didn’t mean to...”

“No,” she said, “don’t be.”

Scott looked at her. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you, or hinghing, it just...”

Ororo put her finger over Scott’s lips. “Hush,” she said. “Stop apologizing. It’s a natural feeling. I’m sorry if this is too personal, but you haven’t... had anyone since Jean, have you?”

Scott looked surprised. “No, of course not. I haven’t even thought of things like sex.”

“Because you’re still feeling faithful to Jean, right?”

“I suppose so, but...”

“I understand. But Jean is dead, Scott. I know you still feel committed to her, but you can’t live in celibacy for the rest of your life.”

“But Jean...”

“Do you think Jean would want that?”

Scott went silent. No, he didn’t think Jean would want him to become a monk after her death. That was just something he had put into his own head. He couldn’t deny that the closeness to Ororo had awakened desire in him, but could he really do what his body was urging?

Ororo was a beautiful and loving woman, but she was also his friend, and he didn’t want to ruin that. Ororo was the only real *friend* he had ever had, besides Jean and Charles, someone who had always been there for him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to risk that by taking her as a lover.

Ororo gently brushed Scott’s hair back. “You know, I probably shouldn’t be telling this, but I really want you, more than as a friend. If that’s not what you want, you can tell me now. I won’t be hurt. We can always continue as friends.”

“I do want you,” Scott said. “May God – and Jean – forgive me, but I really do.”

Ororo smiled. “We can go slow at first. Will you let me hold you now?”

“Sure, I...would like that.”

He slowly leaned into her embrace again, and she guided his head to her shoulder, and let him rest it there. Scott kissed the soft skin of her throat and tentatively placed his hand on her thigh. His hand became warm, and so did the blood that pooled in his groin. He felt a strong urge to move his hand upwards, and touch her between her legs, but he didn’t want to scare Ororo by being too hasty.

She caressed his firm muscles and enjoyed feeling his body against her own. She could hardly believe what was happening, and a part of her felt guilty for what they were doing. Making love to Scott now, would be like laughing on Jean’s funeral, she thought, and she didn’t like that. But Jean *was* gone, and although she’d always be missed and never forgotten, they couldn’t keep pretending like she was still with them. And she was glad Scott had finally realized this.

It didn’t take long before their lips met in a kiss. Ororo opened her mouth and allowed Scott access, and he did the same for her. They began to explore each other’s bodies with their hands, and Ororo gasped when Scott’s hand found her breasts and the touch burned like fire.

She passed her hand over his flat washboard stomach, and gripped his erection through the fabric of his trunks. Scott moaned into her mouth, seemingly liking the touch. She sneaked her hand inside them, and began to fondle his erect penis with her delicate hand. His flesh was heated, and suddenly she felt how much she wanted it inside her.

Scott slid out of his trunks, and placed them on the edge. It was a great feeling to get rid of them, and let his erection spring free. Ororo was still stroking it, and Scott returned her caresses with a passion he had almost forgotten existed.

Ororo slid on top of him, still kissing him, and straddled his pelvis. The tip of his hot erection brushed her swollen folds, and she almost impaled herself on him right then. But Scott held her back.

“What is wrong?” Ororo asked, dazed with passion.

“Nothing, I just... don’t want this to happen *here*. A first time should be perfect. Can we go to a bed instead?”

“Of course...” Ororo murmured. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now,” Scott said, still as eager.

“Alright.”

Ororo slid off of him, and stood up in the Jacuzzi. Scott admired her chocolate-brown, firm silky body, enjoying thew bew before him in full. He wondered how he could have failed to see Ororo’s true beauty during all the years they’d spent here together. He supposed he’d taken her for granted. He didn’t anymore. He still loved Jean, and would never stop loving her, but he and Ororo needed each other right now.

He rose as well, just in time to watch Ororo wipe herself with a towel. She tied it around her body, not bothering to get dressed. Scott could see that her gaze was fixed between his legs. His erection had not flagged, and he was fairly well endowed, and he was aware of this. Nothing to be ashamed of there.

Scott mimicked Ororo, and tied a towel around his waist as well. At this time of night no one would be up to notice it.

They shared another hot kiss while standing on the floor, and then they left quietly, holding each other’s hands.

“Your room or mine?” Ororo asked while they stood in the elevator, headed to ground level.

“Yours,” Scott replied immediately. “I...I couldn’t do it in Jean’s and my bed,” he explained. “Not now. It’s too soon.”

“I understand,” Ororo said.

They encountered no one on their way to Ororo’s room – the students were probably all asleep, and the professor and the other adults had gone to their rooms to sleep as well.

Ororo closed the door behind them and dropped her towel. Scott did the same, and they united in another passionate kiss, wanting to taste every inch of each other. Scott fondled Ororo’s nipples with his fingers, drawing a moan out of her. He slowly kneeled in front of her, licking her flat tummy and navel, and from there down to her soft, white pubic hair.

“Ororo...” he whispered, kissing her tuft. He wanted to taste her beyond that, the very essence of her, and he wanted it *now*. Scott rose to his full height - he was 6’1’’, 7 inches taller than Ororo - and lifted her into his arms. She was light. Ororo wrapped her supple arms around his neck and buried her face in the hollow of his neck as he carried her to the bed and gently lowered her onto it.

After putting her on the bed, Scott lay down himself, pulling his would-be lover into his arms again. Ororo’s erect nipples rubbed against his chest and her breasts were flattened when their embrace tightened.

Scott’s heated member slid in between her thighs and nudged her warm, wet opening. Ororo clutched him close, and whispered in his ear, “Please, Scott, in me... Now.”

Scott pushed Ororo down onto her back, and spread her long graceful legs. He brought down his hand before he penetrated her, and opened her folds with his fingers. She felt no different from Jean, really; or maybe she was tighter, much tighter, to be precise.

When Scott tried to push his fingers deeper into her channel, Ororo suddenly winced from pain. Afraid to have hurt her, he drew his hand back at once.

“Ororo?” he asked, concerned wrinkle between his brows. “Did I hurt you?”

Ororo bit her bottom lip, not really knowing how to frame her sentence. “Scott...” she said slowly, “there is something I should tell you... I’m a virgin,” she finally said, waiting for his reaction.

“Really?” Scott asked, marveling at her words. “So you have never...”

She shook her head. “No. I always thought I’d save myself for the right one.”

“Am I the right one?” Scott asked. “Are you really sure you want to go through with this?”

“Yes,” Ororo said. “I do. You are the right one.”

“I’ll be gentle,” he promised and kissed her softly as he placed himself in a position to enter her.

Ororo leaned back against her pillows and tried to relax. She had never been surer in her life, but still she couldn’t help feeling a bit apprehensive. It might hurt a little, or even more than a little, if you were unfortunate. She allowed Scott access to her most sensitive parts, and closed her eyes when she felt his member entering her channel.

She suppressed a shrill cry when he pierced through her hymen, and buried her fingertips in his back muscles. He waited for her to adjust to the feeling, and stayed completely still for a while.

“Are you okay, Ororo?” he whispered.

He could feel her nod against his shoulder. “Yes, you can do it,” she whispered back.

Scott needed no further encouragement, and started to move inside her gently. Ororo felt some pain to begin with, but the pain quickly faded into pleasure, and she started gasping in rhythm with his thrust, encouraging him to go fr anr and deeper.

He forgot to be careful when he noticed there was no need for it, and slammed into Ororo with a forced he’d repressed for two months. He was careful not to hurt her, though, and would have slowed down if she’d asked him to, but now it seemed like she was enjoying it, and Scott saw no reason to hold back. He didn’t for a second forget Jean, or his love for her – Ororo, not Jean, Ororo, not Jean, Ororo... echoed in Scott’s head while he made love to Ororo. She would never replace Jean, but it was now obvious that Ororo had a place in his life, as something more than his longtime friend.

Ororo cried out when she came, and Scott followed her shortly, coating her inner walls with his white seed. He lay limp on top of her for some time after the intense orgasm, and panted with his eyes closed. He wished he could take his glasses off and let her see his eyes, but that was, of course, impossible. He could see Ororo’s eyes, big, beautiful and dark, like a doe’s eyes, and he could see love in them.

“’Roro...”

“Schh...” she said, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “I think we should sleep.”

“Okay,” he replied. Then he rolled off of her, still panting, and settled next to her. He was glad they hadn’t gone to his room. Making love to another woman in the bed he’d shared with Jean for so many years, would have felt like a blasphemous act. But now it didn’t, however; sex with Ororo had felt like creating life.

“Jean died, I didn’t...” he murmured to himself.

“What?” Ororo asked sleepily.

“Nothing, ‘Roro,” Scott replied and kissed the top of her white head. “Nothing at all. Let’s go to sleep now.”

Ororo leaned her head against Scott’s shoulder and he put her arms around her warm sated body, hng hng her close. He had almost forgotten how great it was to sleep with someone in his arms, and it felt wonderful to renew the feeling.

“Good night,” he whispered.

“Good night, Scott,” Ororo whispered back. “I love you.”

The words stung Scott’s heart, and although he cared very much for Ororo, he could not return her words. Not yet, anyway. It was too soon. In due time, perhaps.

“Schh...” he said. “Sleep now.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ororo woke up in the morning, half past six, with Scott still in her arms. He was still sleeping soundly; she could tell that by his breaths, and she would let him sleep. Scott had probably not slept properly since that terrible day at Alkali Lake, and he really needed his sleep.

She didn’t know how things would proceed from here, or how Scott would fit into her life, but she was sure of one thing – she loved him deeply.

I’m so sorry, Jean, she thought. You know I love him. I hope you can understand.

It felt like she was speaking directly to Jean, even without mouthing any words. They had often done this in the past, conversing with just their minds, to practice Jean’s telepathic abilities. Jean was not there to pick up her thoughts now, but she thought them anyway.

Scott didn’t love her; Ororo knew this. He valued her, respected her and cared for her, but he didn’t love her, not like he had loved Jean. Ororo wondered if this was enough for her. If she accepted it, and stayed in a relationship with Scott, it would eventually break her heart to know that Scott didn’t love her like she loved him.

Could he ever grow to love her? Pressing him now would only get negative effects, since Jean’s death was still so close. But in the future... No one knew the future, of course. One could just wait and see.

Ororo closed her eyes again and tried to go back to sleep, listening to Scott’s even breaths. Two minutes later the Weather Goddess was asleep.


The End


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