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My Friend, My Lover
Chapter 19: The Dance

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The main gym of Bayville High was a bustle of music, food, and dancing teens. With a DJ, decorations, and tables full of treats, there weren't a lot of reasons for anybody not to have a good time. But Jean Grey felt as though she was the exception.

She felt like the only person without a date. And it wasn't like she couldn't find one. Hell, there was any number of guys she could have had. Yet she chose not to ask anybody. She didn't even want to ask anybody. She only wanted one guy, but at the moment he was dancing with someone else.

Looking over from the table, Jean Grey let out an exasperated sigh as Scott and Taryn dancing happily to the music along with many other couples. Among them were Kitty and Lance, who had shown up with the Brotherhood, Kurt and Amanda, Bobby and Jubilee, and Roberto and Rahne. Even Ray and Sam got dates.

At least there was Rogue, but she was hanging out with her friend Risty and with all the shit she had been giving her lately, she was the last person she wanted to hang around.

Despite having a nice dress that turned plenty of heads, Jean remained utterly helpless to do anything other than wallow in misery. She just couldn't stop worrying that everything she and Scott had built together was going to blow up because of Taryn. And if she lost him, she honestly didn't know what she would do.

'Oh God, look at them!' she thought to herself, 'They won't stop smiling! I guess that means they really are mending the rift. Now how am I going to tell him? If he's with her, how the hell am I going to function? I had over a fucking month to tell him! Oh why am I even here? Why do I even bother?'

While Jean's thoughts was hampered by endless dread, Scott and Taryn kept things steady on the dance floor. Taryn was obviously having fun. She was smiling the whole time. And all Scott could do was smile back. Hell, what else was there? He honestly didn't know what else he could manage at this point.

"Come on, Scott! Keep up! Don't fall behind on me now!" said Taryn with glee, snaking her arms around his neck and rubbing her body up against his.

"What can I say? You know how to really move," he said, smiling as if everything was still utterly perfect in the world.

"Oh you know it, pretty boy..."

Scott got a sinking feeling when he heard Taryn's sexy tone. Scott knew she still wanted him. She was being less imposing about it this time, but it was still apparent with her movements. But he just kept up with her every step of the way, taking each move as it came, not sure of where this was going.

Such movements caused Jean to frown in their direction, but it was utterly lost in the sea of other happy couples. Nothing seemed to be going her way. Scott and Taryn weren't showing any signs of conflict and she wasn't getting anywhere with what she had planned. And on top of it all, Taryn was seriously trying to put the moves on her lover.

'Damn it! Could she be any more slutty? She wants to fix things with him, but she still wants to fuck him?! That can't happen! Can it?'

All around her, everybody else was having a good time. Looking over at Kurt and Amanda, they were really hitting it off. She even noticed that Kurt removed his gloves and was holding her hand, hinting that maybe he told her or maybe she already knew or something.

It was a good sign since she wasn't seeing that kind of closeness with Lance and Kitty, who seemed to be distracted by Tabitha's wacky dress sense and her mingling with Pietro, Todd, and Freddy. But such events hardly registered with Jean. But little did she know, she wasn't the only one doing a little sideline spying.

Across the floor, her ex-boyfriend, Duncan Mathews, had been eyeing her since she walked in. For over a month now, he had been dwelling on their breakup. Day and night he thought about it, unable to wrap his head around it. He was so close to getting her, but she just had to be so prissy. Needless to say, that didn't bode well with disgruntled jock.

'I can't believe that bitch showed up. She doesn't even have a fucking date!' he thought angrily, 'She breaks up with me and acts all happy and full of sunshine, making me look like some candy ass jerk! She's already done enough to my rep! Well NOT tonight! I swear, this bitch is going down! I don't care what happens, but she is going to pay for everything she put me through!

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As the night progressed, Jean kept a watchful eye on Scott and Taryn while Duncan kept his eyes on her. All the while, everybody else had a good time. Kurt and Amanda left early for some alone time, Bobby and Jubilee were having a ball on the dance floor, the Brotherhood was tearing through the buffet tables, and even Kitty and Lance got into the spirit despite the early complications.

But it was when a few slow songs started playing that things got more serious. Now, the couples were slow dancing in a classic show of youthful romance. It was a sickening sight to some and a welcome sight to others. And for Jean, it was the moment of truth.

Now, the mellow song "Wonderwall" by Oasis was playing and many of the couples were locked in an embrace as they moved together in a slow rhythm of emotions. And for Scott and Taryn, this was a true test of this attempt to fix what had been broken.

"Scott..." said Taryn, her head resting on his chest, taking in his manly scent.

"Yeah?" he replied, his arms around her waist.

"Are you glad that we did this?" she asked, looking at him with a serious look.

Scott hesitated as he thought about that. In all honesty, he wasn't sure they should be in this position. It just didn't feel right. Every time he looked at this girl, he kept imagining that it was Jean in his arms. No matter how much he was willing to work things out with Taryn, he could not escape the fact that he was madly in love with Jean.

But still, he tried to formulate a response...One that would be honest, but gentle.

"I think we owed it to ourselves to try," he finally said.

Taryn's face fell. That was clearly not the answer she wanted. Yet still, she was not dissuaded.

"But do you think this could work again?" she asked him, moving her hand up to his face, "If we were to make this last beyond tonight...Do you think we could be together again? This time being more...Serious?"

Scott swallowed at that. He didn't know what to say. But as the song kept playing, it was hard not to come over her spell. Scott could tell that this girl seriously wanted to make this work.

Sure, she was attracted to him and really wanted to fuck him, but she also had some real feelings for him. Granted, they weren't like his feelings for Jean, but they were still feelings. And it was something that couldn't be avoided.

"Taryn..." he said, finding himself slowly drawn closer to her.

"Scott..."

At this point, Jean couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't watch this. She couldn't watch the man she was secretly in love with fall into the arms of another woman. It was just too much for her.

'No...Scott.'

The beautiful redhead tried to swallow the hard lump in her throat. Unable to stay for the big moment, she threw her drink down and walked off towards the far end exit of the gym. It was crowded and she almost bumped into several couples, one of which was Kitty and Lance, who just stared at her curiously before resuming their dance.

But the one person who took the most notice was Duncan Matthews, who inwardly grinned as he watched her walk off towards the secluded area at the far end exit. It was clear that something had happened. Maybe her date dumped her or didn't show up, but he didn't care. The only thing that mattered now was getting back at her. And if that meant rubbing salt in an already festering wound, so be it.

However, Duncan's sudden movement did not go unnoticed by Scott. He was still drifting closer to Taryn, but seeing Duncan suddenly get up with that look on his face drew his attention. And as soon as he saw who he was following, he snapped out of his daze, much to Taryn's surprise.

'What the hell are you getting yourself into, Summers?' he yelled at himself, 'Don't put yourself through this heartache. Face it, Taryn isn't for you. She has feelings for you, but you don't have feelings for her. It can't work. It'll never work. You know who you're really in love with. So suck it up and make this right!'

"Scott?" said Taryn, noticing the conflicted look on his face, "What...What's wrong?"

Scott took a moment to gather himself as he watched Duncan follow Jean out of the gym. He knew trouble when he saw it and he was through making things worse. He had to start making them better. And as hard as this was, it had to be done.

"I'm sorry, Taryn," he said, shaking his head with remorse, "But I...I can't do this."

"You...Can't? But..."

"Taryn, I know you like me. And I like you too...I really do. But I don't...I can't have the same feelings for you that you have for me. You and I just...We can't make it work."

"But why?!" she said, tears forming in her eyes, "Why won't you at least try? Why won't you just..."

"Because Taryn...I just can't open up on demand like you want me to. I'm not that kind of person. It's really hard sharing my feelings with somebody. Very few people know how it is and if I can't do that with you...Then I don't see how things between us can ever work. I'm sorry, but..."

"Is there someone else?" said Taryn abruptly, looking away to keep the tears from overwhelming her.

Scott hesitated, but if he was to lay everything to rest with this girl, he would have to be honest.

"Yes...There is. But it's not just that."

"Yeah, I figured as much. But I just thought..."

Taryn tried to finish, but she stopped right there. She couldn't keep this up any more. If he couldn't open up to her, then there truly was no way for them to work. She thought that they could really work this out. They had tried and if there was nothing else they could do, then there was no other choice but to end it.

"I'm sorry, Taryn. Really...I'm sorry."

As much as it hurt, Taryn didn't break down or fall apart heartbroken as Scott had feared. Instead, she wiped her eyes, pulled herself together, and faced him with poise and acceptance.

"Hey, at least we tried," she said, almost laughing at how this had turned out.

That actually got Scott to smile. It was the last thing he expected from her. While Taryn may have been obnoxious at times, she knew when to accept the truth. And for that, she could bear no hard feelings towards this man.

"Yeah...Thanks for the good times."

"No, thank you," she said, smiling back, "I just hope that whoever it is you do have feelings for will return them. You're a good man Scott Summers. Any girl who you can open up to is a damn lucky woman."

Upon hearing those words, Scott was given something to ponder as his thoughts drifted back towards Jean. While it was unclear whether or not she felt the same way about him, at least he was sure of what he felt.

"Thanks for being my date, Scott," said Taryn as she finally broke the embrace, "Now go on, pretty boy. Get out there and enjoy the rest of your night."

"Yeah...You too. Later Taryn."

"Later Scott. Good luck."

And with that final goodbye, Scott weaved his way through the crowd towards the exit, hoping to catch Jean before it was too late.

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After sauntering out of the gym in a distraught state, Jean Grey found herself fleeting to anywhere she could be by herself. She tried not to cry, but as soon as she was clear of prying eyes, tears flowed down her face like never before.

She just couldn't believe it. Her best friend and lover was in the arms of someone else. All these feelings she had for him had finally boiled over, but in the end she was too late. Someone else got to him beforehand. She lost her window. She lost her lover. Now what was she going to do?

Feeling emotionally drained, Jean sulked in the darkened hallway adjacent to the gym. It was right near the weight room, making it a good place to wallow in self pity because nobody in their right mind would be here. She just wanted her solitude.

In the back of Jean's mind, she wondered if Scott would actually sleep with Taryn tonight since they were back together. If he did, then where would that leave her? Would she have to go back to self pleasing in order to satisfy her insatiable needs? It didn't work before and chances were it wouldn't work again.

Either way, she would have to find another way of managing her sex drive because if Scott was with Taryn, then there was no way they could keep up with their arrangement.

But at the moment, sex was the last thing on her mind as she kept thinking about what she had lost.

'Oh God...This can't be happening! It just can't! How could she? And how could he?! I know I didn't make my move and I should have, but I just...Errrrrr! Why does this have to be so frustrating?!"

Some of the nearby lockers actually shuttered as she let out an inward cry of anguish. It seemed to react with her telekinesis. But she forced herself to take a few deep breaths, knowing now was NOT the time for a power surge.

She began rubbing her head, trying to get this tension under control. She had to accept it. Scott was with Taryn now and that was that. She didn't want to know any more, so she boxed her mind in so she couldn't sense him having a good time with someone else. She didn't even want to feel their link at this point because it would only remind her of all the good times they had as lovers.

She was alone now, lost and frustrated because she had been stupid enough to keep her feelings bottled up. Now, it was all over.

As the young redhead continued to wallow, Duncan Matthews finally caught up with her. Having seen her make a break for the exit, he was quick to follow. They still had some unresolved business in his mind and he was going to finally settle it.

"Looks like somebody's seen better days," commented Duncan as he made his way over towards the disheartened woman, "Look at you, bawling in a dark hallway. You must really be out for sympathy."

"Oh great..." she muttered, "Duncan, this is the last thing I need right now, so will you save us both the trouble and leave me alone?!"

Jean's tone was more forceful than usual, but Duncan Matthews wasn't about to quit just yet.

"Must be that time of the month I guess," shrugged Duncan, standing at an uncomfortably close distance, "But then again, with you it's impossible to tell."

"Duncan, I mean it! I'm not in the mood for this!"

"Hey, mood or not, babe, we still have some unfinished business!" spat Duncan, his face now only a few inches from hers.

"Unfinished business?! Duncan, our business was finished the second we broke up! I want nothing to do with you! I don't even want to know you anymore! So just leave me alone!"

"Oh that's where you're wrong Jean...Dead wrong," said Duncan in a threatening tone.

Jean could feel the lockers vibrating from her powers, but Duncan didn't notice as he kept pushing her. She was already in an emotional state, so he couldn't have picked a better time to do this. She just wanted this horrible night to end, but now it seemed it was only just beginning.

"You think you're so high and mighty because every guy in the school wants to fuck you? You think you can hold yourself high because you have to be little Miss Perfect bitch?!"

"High and mighty?!" exclaimed Jean, trying hard not to hit him with a telekinetic burst, "Look who's talking Mr. Superstar! If anybody should be held up as a world class bitch, it's you!"

"Bullshit! I'm not the one who dangles herself out for guys and plays them like puppets! I know because I fell for it! I reached out to you when you were advertising yourself like some high class whore and what did you do when I wanted to get serious? You bitched and moaned!"

Duncan's words stung more than Jean could have imagined. It became increasingly clear that this wasn't just some jerk trying to protect his masculinity. He actually believed everything he was saying, but he was just getting warmed up.

"The whole time, you complained that we never opened up to one another. You kept bitching that I never listened."

"That's because you didn't, Duncan!" shot Jean, "You NEVER listened! All you every did was talk! You're so in love with the sound of your own voice that you might as well have been dating yourself!"

Then what happened next shocked Jean into total silence. He slapped her across the face. He slapped her hard and good. It happened so fast that even Jean's psychic powers couldn't pick it up, but what scared her that Duncan was willing to go this far. He had a reputation for being temperamental, but she never imagined it like this.

"You shut you fucking mouth, Jean! I'm sick of the way you've been playing me! I thought you liked me! I thought I liked you! But it was all just some stupid game of yours! And when it was over and you broke it off, you made me out to be the big jerk! All the gossip made me the bad guy and put you on some overachieving pedestal!"

"Oh, and you think that gives you an excuse to spread all those rumors about me!" shot Jean, all the more enraged as she clutched the side of her face that Duncan had slapped.

"What choice did I have?! You think I want to be branded as some overbearing jerk?! I couldn't even get a date to this fucking dance because you! Why should I be blamed for everything?! I had to protect myself! I had to make it seem like you weren't some innocent victim that played no part in what happened between us!"

"So you tell everybody I kissed another guy and slept around behind your back?" she scoffed snidely, "Yeah, that really makes you out to be the bad guy!"

"You have no right to judge me! You have no right to play me like a fool!"

"Duncan! I didn't play you!" yelled Jean, "I thought we could have something! I really did! But you just HAD to be so overbearing and dishonest with me! You wouldn't tell me about your friends, your family, or even your past girlfriends! How the hell can you say I played you when most of this shit was your fault!"

That did it. Duncan Mathews could take being hit by the biggest linebackers in the county, but he could NOT take being demonized by some prissy redheaded bitch. He would get his point across one way or another. And as far as he was concerned, this girl was WAY overdue for something like this.

"My fault?! Damn it, Jean! What the fuck to do you think I've been trying to tell you?! I came here to put this to rest once and for all! You've been playing me and the rest of this lousy school long enough! And now, you better be ready to pay the price!"

Using his skills as a well conditioned football player, Duncan pinned Jean up against the lockers, using his bodyweight to immobilize her in the same way an offensive lineman would during a big game.

Jean's head was throbbing now. Her powers were starting to simmer like a dormant volcano. She started to hyperventilate as a paralyzing feeling overtook her. More vibrations were felt in the surrounding lockers, but Duncan Matthews couldn't care less. He had only one thing on his mind now and he was going to do it so he could show Jean the consequences of playing men like him.

"All this time, you advertised your body like you were the biggest whore in Bayville!" he said in a threatening tone, pressing his weight against her, "You walked around so chipper after we broke up that I can't imagine how many men you fucked to put that smile on your face! Well guess what? I don't like being played! And after the way you put yourself out there, I'm going to make sure that you know the consequences of not putting out what you put on!"

With aggressive sexual hunger, Duncan drew Jean into a forceful kiss. Jean tried to pull away, but his grip was strong as he pressed himself against her. His yearning hands ran up and down her body, firmly grasping her curves. He aggressively squeezed her breasts and bit down on her neck, causing her to let out a pained groan.

"Duncan! Duncan stop!" she struggled, trying to get him off her.

She tried to concentrate, but her head was pounding like never before. She could hardly keep her thoughts together. Everything around her began to feel wavy and disoriented. And the lockers reacted as her telekinesis began to simmer.

All the while, Duncan went further, firmly gripping her face while he reached up her dress and feel her panties.

"Ooh...Is that a thong I feel?" he said, working his busy fingers around her vagina, "Damn, you're even sluttier than I thought! No wonder you play men so much! You must really love dicks. Well don't worry! After I give you mine, you'll know what it's like to be played!"

The feeling of his hand on her most private area was enough for Jean. The way he touched her actually hurt. It was nothing like the way Scott would touch her when they made love. And such intrusive pain was all that Jean could take.

She was NOT about to let herself be dominated by some delusional jerk. He wanted to rape her. She could sense it in his mind, the hunger for her body. But she was stronger than this. She knew it. And she would make sure Duncan knew that as well.

Suddenly, as Duncan was beginning to finger around inside her panties, he was knocked off her by a burst of telekinetic force.

"What the...Wow fuck!"

It came as a big shock to the young man and as he slammed against the other side the hall. He was shaken, thinking that somehow Jean had kicked him. But he was quick to recover as Jean sank to the floor, grasping the temples of her head. The sudden use of telekinesis further destabilized her control, making it more difficult to hold it together.

"You're gonna pay for that, Jean!" yelled Duncan as he approached the downed redhead, ignoring the vibrating lockers, "When I get through with you, you'll never want to fuck again!"

Hovering over the dazed redhead, he was ready to put her into a world hurt. But she didn't seem to notice him. She just kept clutching her head, trying to regain control. But Duncan didn't know that. He took it as a sign of her submitting like some weak little kitten. And that was just fine with him.

However, before he could make his next move, a new presence entered the area...One that was not at all pleased with the sight before him.

"DUNCAN!" yelled Scott in a rage.

His attention suddenly diverted, Duncan turned to face a very angry Scott Summers.

"Back off Summers! This has nothing to do with you!"

"Bullshit! Get away from her! You lay one finger on Jean and I'll make sure you'll never throw another football!"

Duncan didn't take his threats seriously. Scott was too much of a straight-arrow to pick a fight. He was too worried about his precious grades or that funky institute he lived it.

"I mean it, Duncan! Get away from her or I'll..."

"You'll what?! Huh?" said Duncan as he confidently, casually approaching his rival, "You won't hit me. You know you'll get suspended or expelled. And if my dad has his way, he'll press charges and make sure that you never see the light of day!"

"Oh so that's how you want to play it?" said Scott, his fists clenching in a rage.

Suddenly, Scott's shot forth and grabbed his shirt and in one swift motion, he pinned Duncan against the lockers and raised up off the ground. It was a surprising show of strength on Scott's part, most likely stemming from the adrenaline running through his system after seeing what Duncan was doing to Jean.

The football star tried to break Scott's iron grip, but he soon found himself choking on the strength of his hand and for the first time, he actually felt scared.

"Look around, Duncan...Take a good long look," said Scott, menacingly, "There's nobody around! No teachers, no principle, and no witnesses! Sure, you're daddy may bail you out and make my life a living hell, but after what you did to Jean I think that's a price worth paying!"

"You're...Bluffing!" struggled Duncan.

"You think so? Do you really know that for sure, Matthews? And besides, even if you want to rat me out, just look at the mark you left on Jean's face. I'll bet she'd be more than willing to stay that you tried to rape her. And if you've already got a record, as I'm sure you do with the other girls you've been with, then I think it's a pretty safe bet that you'd be in way more shit than me."

It was not a comforting thought to Duncan. It was common knowledge that he had a rough reputation with women. But what people didn't know was that he had a police record too. He had already beaten a few minor sexual assault charges thanks to his dad, but if he was hit with another one than there was no telling how bad it would get.

However, Scott wasn't done yet.

"And if that doesn't scare you, consider this...Even if everything does turn out your way, are you really willing to endure the kind of punishment I'll give you for hurting my best friend? Are you really willing to risk your future as a football star? Because I want you to look me in the eye Duncan...I want you to look at me and tell me that it would be worth it. You just have to ask yourself...Are you really willing to take a chance?"

Duncan couldn't see Scott's eyes through his glasses, but if he could he probably would have stopped right then and there. Looking back at Jean, the rising football star knew this was a do or die moment. If this turned into a fight, there was no telling how far it would go. He could hurt his arm, he could hurt his hand, or with the way Scott was looking at him, he could hurt his balls too.

Either way, he was down and out. He was actually scared that Scott would do something to him when in reality he was just using the tactics Logan had taught him since he was in middle school. It was brutish, dangerous, and downright mean...But it worked.

"Okay! Okay! Just let go of me!" said Duncan, feeling the need to breathe.

Having heard enough, Scott let him down and watched him catch his breath. He knew Duncan was a jerk, but he had no idea he was willing to go this far. He truly did have a violent temper, but when he tried it with Jean, he crossed the line.

"Get out of here, Duncan. Leave and forget all about this," said Scott in a calmer tone, "You and Jean are over...Accept it. And if you don't bother us, then we won't bother you. No more rumors, no more fights, and no more arguments. It's as simple as that. Just go. And it's all over."

Looking back at Scott, Duncan tried to show that he was still tough enough to face him. But the more he looked into those shielded eyes, the more he wanted to get away. He couldn't face another attempted rape charge. He couldn't risk his future. And besides, no redheaded bimbo was worth it.

"You and your bitch better keep your distance, Summers," he warned as he turned away, "If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Hell, she was probably a lousy lay anyways."

As much as Scott wanted to pound him for that, he let him go. But once Duncan was gone, he was faced with another problem...Jean's powers.

"Jean? Jean!" he said, kneeling down by her side as she clenched her head in pain.

The lockers were vibrating with increasing intensity and a few actually flew open. Jean was letting out waves of groans, feeling as though her head was being pounded by a jackhammer. She was even shutting him out of their link, causing even more confusion.

But as Scott took a hold of her shoulders, he began calming her in the way only he could.

"Jean...Come on, you can do this. Listen to my voice. Let me in. I can help you!"

Jean's ragged breaths settled upon hearing his gentle voice, but it took a moment for her to focus enough to open up the link. But once she felt his mind in hers, a soothing feeling overtook her and the shaking stopped.

'That's it Jean...That's it. I'm here. I'll always be here.'

Such words finally alleviated the pounding in her head as she opened her eyes to see her friend and lover hover over her. A warm smile fell upon his face, one that helped make up for the troubling experience she had just endured. Duncan had tried to rape her. And if he had gone on, her powers could have gone crazy again.

But Scott was there for her. His gentle warmth was so comforting. It was as if nothing could hurt her when she was with him. And when she finally regained control, she pulled him into a tight embrace, never wanting to let go again.

"Scott..." she said, on the verge of tears.

"Its okay, Jean. Duncan's gone. Are you going to be alright?"

Jean just scoffed somewhat at that, remembering all the things that made this night suck.

"Duncan tried to rape me, my powers went nuts, and the dance sucked...So no, I can safely say that I'm NOT alright!"

Scott's mood sank as they broke the embrace. Looking back at Jean, he watched her expression fall. It was bad enough she had to watch her lover fall into the arms of her friend, but being assaulted by Duncan took it to a whole new level.

In seeing this, Scott couldn't help but feel guilty. Part of this was his fault. He could have prevented it, but he just had to screw it up. He just had to keep his feeling hidden. And for that, he wasn't going to forgive himself for this anytime soon.

"I'm sorry, Jean. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," he said, placing both hands on the side of her face.

"You're fault?" she scoffed, "It's not your fault I have a complete asshole for an ex-boyfriend."

"No, but it's my fault he did this to you," he said in a low tone, "I wasn't there for you Jean. And if...If I hadn't accepted Taryn's offer, then maybe we could have avoided this mess and Duncan wouldn't have had his chance. I shouldn't have gone with her...I shouldn't have..."

"Wait..." said Jean, her voice now filled with new intrigue, "I thought that you and Taryn were...You know...Fixing things? I saw you two on the floor about to kiss and I..."

However, Scott didn't let her finish as he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Jean...We never kissed. I stopped it."

"Stopped it? But...Why?" asked Jean, feeling all the more confused.

"Because I knew it wasn't right. Jean...Taryn and I broke up. She wanted to give it another try and I was willing to do it, but it didn't pan. It just...Taryn's a nice girl, but she's not the girl for me. I know that now...We both do."

Jean felt her heart jump. She had stormed off thinking that they had gotten back together. But here Scott was telling her that the exact opposite had happened. But did that mean that there was still hope for them? Could they finally make something happen?

"So...It's over between you two?"

"Completely," he affirmed, "And besides, I think there was someone else I should have gone with...Someone who could have made this night turn out a whole lot better."

"Oh? And who might that be?" she said with a grin, knowing all too well what he was thinking.

Scott answered not with words, but with actions. In a show of tender passion, he captured her lips, pulling her into a deep kiss. It soothed her tense mind, the link between them burning stronger than before with their emotions flowing so intensely. And after having felt the rough, commanding touch of Duncan Matthews, it was a welcomed change to feel the gentle love of Scott Summers.

When they parted, Scott helped her back up to her feet. She seemed okay for the most part. Even the mark where Duncan had struck her didn't hurt as much.

"Come on Jean. Let's go home," he said, taking her hand.

"No," she said, much to Scott's surprise, "I don't want to leave...Not just yet."

"But I thought you said that this night..."

"This night sucked, Scott. But that's exactly why I want to make it right. And I can think of only one way to make up for all of the shit we've just been through."

Suddenly, they were drawn into another deep kiss. Only this time, it was much more passionate. Jean's hands were more frisky, roaming around Scott's nicely tailored form, feeling his hard muscles beneath his formal suit. Through their link, Scott could sense her desire. But after what had just happened, he was definitely hesitant.

"Jean-mmph-but what about...After what Duncan just tried to do to you? After what happened with your powers?"

"Scott..." she said, pressing her body against his to communicate her need for his love, "What Duncan tried to do to me...It was sick, vile, and just plain wrong. And that along with my powers just makes me feel so...So tense. And you know there's only one way to make all that tension go away. And only you can do it for me, Scott Summers."

As if to prove her point, Jean kissed him again. This time, Scott got into it as well. He was quickly taken as he ran his hands down the curves of her body, feeling the elegant dress that brought out so much of her beauty.

From her well kempt hair to the intoxicating scent of her perfume, it was hard not to become aroused by the sight of a beautifully dressed Jean Grey. And with the soft touch of her lips, Scott was once again taken by this beautiful woman.

"Are you sure?" he asked her one last time as their lips parted.

"I'm sure, Scott," she told him with a warm smile, "Now come on. Let's go make love."

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Using their surroundings to their advantage, Scott and Jean secluded themselves in the weight room just down the hall. It was locked from the other side, but thanks to a little telekinesis, they got it open and were able to seal it so they would have complete privacy.

There weren't many lights illuminating the area, just a few fluorescents on the high ceiling. But it was enough to bathe the center area in a soft glow that cried sensuality.

The whole weight room was laid out in a standard training room setting. All the bulky machines were around the perimeter of the room, the walls were all mirrors, and there was a large mat with a circle about ten meters in diameter in the center, most likely used by the wrestling team to spar.

And it was in this center circle where the most light was focused, making it the perfect place for Scott and Jean to do a little wrestling of their own.

After ensuring total privacy, the two lovers gathered in the center of the room. Looking up at his handsome face under the florescent glow, Jean couldn't help but smile a she slid her arms around his neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. And after what Duncan tried to do to her, she wanted to feel the tender love that she had come to savor so much.

"Mmm...Scott," she gasped as she ran her hands along his manly body.

"Oh Jean," he moaned, his heart rate soaring as he ran his hands down her sexy curves.

She looked so beautiful in that dress. From the way she had her hair to her makeup and perfume, she was nothing short of intoxicating. The presence of their formalwear added a new dimension to the moment and they were intent on seeing this through.

"Jean...Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, short of breath with his hands still on her sexy hips.

But Jean was quick to reassure him. She knew his concerns and it didn't surprise, given his concerned nature. It was one of the things that made him such a sweet guy. But this was something she needed and this was something she was dead certain of.

"Scott...What Duncan did has nothing to do with what we're doing now. He wanted to rape me. And if you hadn't shown up...I'd hate to think how far he would have gotten."

Scott heard the strain in her voice as she spoke these words. In response, he caressed her face and the moment she felt that, she cast him a warm gaze, letting him know just how grateful she was that they had something like this together.

"I don't my asshole ex to taint something that I've come to love so much. The connection we have, the things we share, and the way we have sex...I don't want to lose that. I want to keep making love to you. I want to be able to still share that closeness with you. It just...It means so much to me that I don't think I'll ever be able to..."

Jean couldn't finish. Her words trailed off into nothingness. Her voice was so strained, but that alone spoke volumes as Scott gently caressed her face and smiled.

"It's okay, Jean...I understand. Believe me, I understand."

In a further show of his sincerity, Scott drew his lover into another impassioned kiss. This time, the kiss was much more sensual. Their tongues fervently wrestled and their hands eagerly roamed with Jean firmly rubbing her hands against his hard, manly flesh while he eagerly ran his hands along the curves of her body, eventually settling on her large, sexy breasts.

It didn't take long for a strong arousal to build. Soon, a burst of heat shot through their bodies as their clothes became unbearable. Jean could feel the wetness forming in the soft folds of her vagina and Scott was getting a very tight feeling in his pants.

It was all becoming too much for the young lovers. They wanted this. They needed this.

"Oh Scott..." she cried softly.

"Jean...I...I want you," said Scott in a husky tone.

"Then please...Take me," she said as she removed his black polyester jacket, letting it fall to the floor.

Then, in a show of further enticement, Jean broke their embrace and raised her arms slightly and closed her eyes. Using her telekinesis, Jean undid the zipper on the back of her dress while sensually swaying her sexy body, allowing the elegant garment fall to the floor.

It was enough to make Scott's jaw drop, seeing the beautiful, sexy woman strip in a such a unique way. Now in a pair of thong underwear, everything else was so exposed and open to him.

Her perfectly tended face, well kempt hair, and sexy breasts screamed with arousal. And when she opened her eyes, a playful smile fell upon her face.

"That was new," he grinned as his eyes ran down her body.

"I thought you'd like it. After all, we haven't put my powers to much use since we started having sex. So why not now?"

Making good on her word, Jean used her telekinesis to undress Scott as well. At first, it caught him off guard, but he quickly adapted to it as Jean worked her skills, undoing all the buttons on his formal white shirt while simultaneously undoing his pants.

And once everything was loose, Scott finished the job, slipping off his shirt and stepping out of his pants.

Now wearing only a pair of black boxers, Scott drew Jean into another deep embrace, their hands eagerly exploring the newly exposed flesh.

"Mmm...So beautiful," moaned Scott as he felt her naked flesh press up against his.

"Oh Scott!" cried Jean, rubbing his chiseled muscles, "Come on! Let's do it! Let's have sex! Right here! Right now!"

Their arousal unbearable, the two lovers were no fell to the floor in a fit of passion. Jean was now flat on her back with Scott hovering hungrily over her. There was a large bulge protruding from his boxers and he could make out wet streaks of arousal seeping onto Jean's inner thighs.

The smell of sex hung strongly in the air. And it was a smell that Scott and jean couldn't help but be entranced by.

"You never cease to amaze me, Jean Grey," said Scott with a tender smile, "Let me help you forget this night."

Armed with the skills he had learned through numerous sex sessions and materials from the porn shop, Scott worked his hands down Jean's sexy body. He went slowly and thoroughly, gently rubbing her breasts, giving the nipples a slight pinch which caused her to let out a deep moan.

Then, he went further south, becoming more fervent as he sensually rubbed the flesh around her abdomen, slowly working the areas around her hips and butt, eventually finding his way to her inner thighs.

From there, Jean eagerly spread her legs so that they were in a wide V-shape, giving Scott a full, unabated view of her covered pussy. It was enough to make Scott grunt with desire as he buried his face in her heat, feeling the wetness of her vagina through the skimpy thong.

"Scott! Please! Take them off! I want them off!" she begged him.

With a husky grin, Scott swiftly slid her thong down her sexy legs. Once the garment was off, he felt the need to join her and while she was readjusting her legs, he removed his boxers, finally freeing his erect penis from its confines and leaving them both completely naked and ready to fuck.

"It's time," said Scott as he spread her legs, "Just relax. Let me make you feel the best thing of your life."

Jean let out a high pitched gasp as she felt Scott's face between her legs. Kissing and licking the soft flesh of her vagina, hot sensations of mind numbing pleasure coursed through her body. Her breaths became ragged as he worked his magic, stimulating the sensitive spots in her folds that he knew so well.

Scott worked her pussy with his tongue for a good five minutes, making sure she was pleasured in the way she deserved. After what she had endured with Duncan, he wanted to make sure that this would be as delightful as possible for her. She wanted to experience the true splendor of sex. And she knew that there was no one else on the world that could do that better than Scott Summers.

"Oh-oh-oh yes! Scott! Please! No more! Put it inside me! I want you inside me! Make love to me!"

"It's okay Jean," he said in a warm tone, "I promise you I'll make this one extra special."

With Jean flat on her back, Scott took his position between her legs, his rock hard dick poised to enter her. With a firm grip, he held her legs open as he slowly worked the tip of his penis around her wet outer folds. Jean's body to quiver with anticipation, but Scott didn't linger as he let out a deep grunt and thrust his dick into her tight channel.

"Oh Scott!" cried Jean, her body arching at the feeling of a hard dick in her pussy, "Yes...That's it! That's what I want!"

Her wet juices mixed with his hard shaft, allowing for smooth, easy penetration. By the time he was at her hilt, Jean let out a deep gasp. And with a passionate look on his face, he began making love to her in the way only he could.

"Jean..." he said in a sexual daze.

"Scott..."

Letting their desires take over, Jean adjusted her legs so that they rested atop Scott's shoulders. Breathing grew ragged as Scott grabbed hold of her hips and pumped his cock in and out of her tight vagina. He hovered over her, lifting her butt off the mat a bit as he made love to her.

He went slowly at first in order to establish a strong rhythm, but it wasn't long before their bodies were moving in a frenzied mantra of hot sex.

"Uh-uh-uh Scott! Oh-oh-oh it feels so good!" cried Jean, working her body along with his, moving her pelvis in a way that complemented Scott's thrusting.

"Uh-uh-oh God, Jean! It's so hot! So amazing!" grunted Scott, plowing his dick into the tight folds of her wet pussy.

Scott continued to fuck his lover at a frantic pace. The sound of their naked flesh pounding into one another was nothing short of intoxicating. Soon, the skin on skin contact caused them to break out in a light sweat, making their naked bodies glow under the dim light.

Scott watched with delight as Jean's body contorted to each frantic thrust. Her hair was splashed out over the mat like a halo over an angel and her breasts bounced with the rhythm, adding to the overall sexual feel.

He kept humping and thrusting into her, making sure he hit all the sensitive areas inside her pussy. The sensations filtered through their link, which burned intensely the closer they drew to an orgasm. And with the warm feeling of her tight flesh around his dick, it wasn't long before his climax drew near.

For Jean, it was everything she needed after having nearly been assaulted by Duncan. She had almost lost Scott, yet here she was making love to him. He was every bit as thorough and passionate as she had hoped. The way he hit every g-spot in her pussy and the way he held her naked body made her feel so good. And now more than ever, she was sure this was the man she was meant to be with.

After stretching their lovemaking for as long as they could, Jean couldn't hold it in anymore. Her whole body was inundated with waves of pleasure that shot through her every time Scott thrust his penis into her. And finally, it got to the point where she just had to let it all out.

"Uh-uh-uh-Scott! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum soon!" she cried, working her body against his with greater fervor.

"Uh-uh-then go ahead Jean! Let it all out! I know-oh God-you want it!" grunted Scott in between gasps.

Jean's breathing devolved into short gasps and high pitched squeals of delight as her throbbing pussy contracted around his tight dick Upon feeling this, Scott let out a deep grunt as he thrust his cock all the way into her, penetrating all the way past her cervix and into her womb as her climax consumed her.

"OHHHHHHHHHH YES!" she cried, her whole body arching as her pussy coated her lover's penis with a thick layer of her juices.

"OHHHHHHHHHH JEAN!" grunted Scott, feeling her pleasure through their link and sending him over the edge as he shot a thick load of cum into her vagina.

The two lovers relished in the rush of orgasmic delight. But as the fervor subsided, Jean's legs fell limply from Scott's shoulders. Placing a passionate kiss on her lips, they felt so good that they had practically forgotten how crappy the dance had been.

Here they were in a weight room having sex in a wrestling circle, indulging in the sweetest pleasure they knew. And it wasn't over yet.

"Scott..." said Jean as the kiss parted, "I feel so much better now. Thank you."

"Anytime Jean," he said as he smiled back, "And who said it was over?"

"Mmm...Think you can go the distance, Slim?" she said in a sexy tone.

"Well this is a wrestling circle last time I checked," he said with a husky grin, "So I guess that means we keep going until there's a winner."

"Sounds like my kind of sport," purred Jean, getting into the spirit.

Beginning their own little wrestling match, Scott grabbed her left leg, turning her on her side and hitching it over his shoulder before plunging his cock back into her tight pussy. It was still dripping with a mixture of her juices and his semen, but she was still every bit as ready as Scott took her to heaven once again.

"Oh God! Oh God! More! More!" she begged.

The room filled with deep grunts and pleasured moans as Scott thrust his dick into her pussy. Jean's body contorted as the hot pleasure shot through her being. It sent her mind into a state of bliss that seemed to erase the stress that had been so prevalent earlier. Her pussy throbbed each time he plunged his dick in, causing Scott grunt as he savored the tightness around his cock.

Jean sensually licked her fingers as she gazed back up at her lover. Soon, her body was moving with such great fervor that it was hard to maintain the position. So in response, Scott withdrew his cock and flipped her onto her hands and knees, allowing Jean to move with greater freedom.

"Oh yeah! Oh Jean! You're so hot!" said Scott in a husky tone as he sensually rubbed her butt and fingered her wet folds.

"Come on, Scott! Put it back inside me! Don't forfeit the match yet!"

"Oh don't worry, Jean! This is just the beginning of a new round!"

With his cock still hard and wet from her juices, Scott plunged back into her tight pussy. Firmly gripping her butt, he quickly established a new rhythm, their naked flesh pounding together in a sea of delight.

Jean's breasts swayed with the rhythm and she fondled them with one hand, letting out moans of sweet bliss. Scott kept working her pussy with great fervor, skillfully stimulating her g-spot and filling her body with mind numbing pleasure.

All the intense humping and thrusting was dragged out as long as possible, but Scott soon found it too difficult to hold back. Thrusting into her with even greater intensity, the tight feeling of her wet tunnel around his penis was sending him towards the edge.

"Uh-uh-uh-Jean! Jean I'm cumming! I'm about to...Mrrrraaahhhhhhhh!"

Suddenly, his grip on her tighten as he plowed his cock as deep as it would go, unleashing another burst of his cum into her pussy. His long, protracted moans showed her just how much he was loving this. And even though she hadn't climaxed herself, she did feel the hot pleasure through their link.

Once his climax had passed, Scott withdrew his dick from her vagina and fell back onto the mat in a sitting position. This gave Jean a chance to reposition herself, allowing some of the contents in her pussy to seep out in the process.

As she turned around, keeping herself in a near sitting position, she gave Scott a nice view of her sweaty, naked body. And in a show of further enticement, Jean snaked her arms around his neck and gently stroked his cock, quickly causing it to become hard again.

"If you're this good at wrestling, then maybe you should do this instead of track," purred Jean as she fondled her lover's naked body.

"Well...Wrestling with you is different," he said with a humored grin, "And besides, doing it with you is much more fun."

"I'm glad you think so, stud," she said with a grin as she wrapped her legs around his torso so that they were once again entwined, "But this is my round."

Their naked bodies were still in an upright sitting position, Scott and Jean met in another deep kiss. Jean kept grinding herself up against his dick, causing it to harden with arousal. Her pussy was still throbbing since she didn't have an orgasm last time and as soon as he was ready, she raised her body and slowly lowered herself onto his hard penis.

"Oh yeah! YEAH! Oh that feels so good!" grunted Scott.

"Oh-oh-oh fuck yeah! Come on! Let's see how many rounds we can go!"

With their arms holding each other in a tight embrace, Jean worked her body up and down Scott's hard cock. The feeling of his throbbing penis filling her insides sent her into a state of bliss and in this position, they could move together in an almost symphonic dance of sexual euphoria.

Working their bodies in a fervent motion, they kissed and moaned with each movement, filled with warm sensations of lust and delight. Scott trailed his lips down her face and onto her breasts, causing Jean to close her eyes and throw her head back in a further show of delight.

With his talented hands, he rubbed one breast while kissing the other, teasing and pleasing it as she moved up and down his hard dick.

"Scott! Oh Scott! OH YES! I feel you! I feel you!" cried Jean, swimming in a pool of pleasure.

"Uh-uh-uh-oh Jean I feel you too!" moaned Scott as he thrust up into her tight pussy, supplementing her motions with some of his own.

Their link was wide open in a way greater than their many other sessions. Maybe it was because of what had happened with Duncan or maybe it was because they had nearly lost one another. Or maybe it was something more. But whatever it was, it was a wondrous feeling sharing this closeness. And they kept going at it for as long as this connection permitted.

They lost track of time as they wrestled and fucked on the mat like the wild lovers they had become. They kept doing it in positions, wrestling together in their own special way. Neither of them knew which round they were in or who was winning, but for the most part they just wanted to push their energy to the limits, making this night something to remember for all the right reasons.

Finally, after untold rounds, Scott Summers and Jean Grey were in one final position. They were in the center of the circle with Jean on top and Scott flat on his back. She was straddling his pelvis, riding his cock towards one final orgasm, her whole body swaying and dancing with delight as Scott admired her angelic form hovering over him.

Their bodies were glowing with sweat and they were feeling the affects of fatigue, but they were still loving every minute of this. Their faces were thick with passion as they gazed at one another with loving eyes, savoring each moment and sharing this wondrous feeling of intimacy.

Jean's hands were on his hard, six pack abs as she gyrated her hips, working Scott's hard dick inside her wet vagina. Her fervent motions caused her breasts to bounce to each gyration, allowing Scott to touch them as they worked towards their final climax growing closer with each passing movement.

"Scott! Oh Scott! One more! Just one more!" she cried, working her hips with increasing vigor.

"Jean! Uh-uh-oh Jean! Gonna cum soon! I'm gonna cum soon! God you're so fucking amazing! OH JEAN!" grunted Scott, thrusting into her pussy and fervently massage her breasts.

Using their link as a guide, they worked the motions of their bodies in a way that allowed them to synchronize their climax. Their minds were so connected, even more so than their bodies. This affected the both of them as they moved with greater vigor, finally attaining the peak that they so desperately wanted.

"Oh Scott! Scott! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I...I...OH I FEEL IT!"

"OH JEAN!"

Jean's whole body arched with Scott's hands still on her breasts as she threw her head back and was immersed in a release of pure ecstasy. Her pussy clamped down on her lovers cock in a firm grip that stimulated his release, filling her insides with his hot liquid and triggering her release.

They both let out deep moans of contentment as their naked bodies were consumed by this sea of pleasure. And when it was finally over, the two lovers smiled lovingly, meeting in one final kiss as they savored the warm feelings of pleasure now coursing through their bodies.

When it was all said and done, their bodies parted and Jean collapsed to his side. Their arms were still entwined and a smile never left their face as they slowly regained control of their breathing.

"Wow..." said Jean as she gazed at her lover.

"Yeah, wow..." said Scott in agreement, "So who won the match?"

"I don't know. Guess we'll have to call it a draw," said Jean as she tenderly ran her hands down his face.

"Works for me," said Scott, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

Jean couldn't stop smiling as she felt his warm arms around her naked body. She felt so blessed to have a man like this in her life. And after what they had been through, it was proof enough to her that this was it. He was the one.

And as she looked back into eyes of his...Those eyes that were forever obscured from the world because of his mutant powers...She could feel his passion for her radiating from their link.

There was so much she wanted to say to him, so much that she wanted to get out. But after what happened on this fateful night, she had neither the energy nor the capacity to say it. It was clear that they had something deeper than just 'friends with benefits.' There was so much more to it now than they ever could have imagined.

Yet regardless of what they had, they knew now more than ever just how much it meant to them. And neither Scott nor Jean had any intention of letting it slip away again.

"You really are a wonderful man, Scott Summers," said Jean as he held her tightly in his arms, "You really know how to make all the pain and stress of this lousy night just melt away."

"Thanks, but...It's still my fault that it got this far," said Scott, still with a hint of remorse, "I let things with Taryn get out of hand because I was just lying to myself that I didn't feel anything for you other than friendship and sex. But I know now that you mean so much more to me Jean. You mean more to me than I can ever put into words."

"And so do you, Scott," said Jean, becoming a little choked up by his words, "You've always held a special place in my heart. And if...If what we have now truly does become something more...Then I can safely say that I'm willing to see it through."

"Yeah...Me too," said Scott, gently caressing her face in an effort to ease her strain.

The two lovers met in a tender kiss. Only this time, it entailed so much more than sex. The link that bound them was growing, the connection they shared was evolving, and the relationship they had was growing strong than either of them had anticipated.

Yet despite all the complications that led up to this point, both Scott Summers and Jean Grey were ready to move forward as they should have so long ago.

There was a brief silence as the kiss ended, their minds still reeling from what had transpired on this night. But there were still plenty of smiles to go around. As bad as this night had been, it had turned out better than they could have hoped for.

"So...Does this make us official?" asked Jean with a tender look.

"I guess it does," said Scott, "I don't think we can get more official than this."

"But...Where does it all go from here? What's going to happen between you and me now that we're..."

Jean couldn't find a way to finish her thoughts, but Scott cast her a reassuring smile as he trailed his hand down her face and snuggled closer to her naked body.

"Honestly Jean, I don't know. I can't deny my feelings for you anymore. But wherever you and I go from here...I promise you that we'll find out together."

"Yes...Together."

And with those final words, Scott Summers and Jean Grey met in one final kiss, cementing a new beginning for their relationship...Whatever it may become now or in the future.

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After snuggling naked together, playfully enjoying their moment together, Scott and Jean got up and put their clothes on. They looked very disheveled after their frantic love play and they were definitely going to have to fix themselves up.

After making sure the coast was clear, the two lovers exited the weight room hand in hand with wide smiles on their face. Yet as they made their way back down the hall in a daze, they didn't notice Rogue coming out of the bathroom across the hall.

At first she froze, thinking that Jean would telepathically sense her, but when she saw the two of them walking hand in hand and looking completely oblivious to the world around them, the southern born mutant's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. At last, she had the proof she needed.

"Finally..." she said to herself in a show of triumph, "Ah've caught ya both red handed!"

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