Disclaimer: The X-Men aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them so they can play… ;)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jean finally catches Scott… (Evo 'verse)

Author's Note: This is definite PWP. If anything resembles a plot I'm sorry; it's simply for an excuse to let Scott and Jean go at it like crazed weasels.

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Becoming Whole

By: Blaize Jade

Jean was sitting in the parlor, reading a book when it hit her. An image. And a rather vivid one at that. It was her on Scott's bed, hair fanned out like a flame as he did everything he could think of to make her scream.

She fumbled to keep her book from hitting the ground and the image went away with the force of a door being shut. Scott glanced at her once before hurrying out of the room with a mumbled apology.

Jean could feel the embarrassment rolling off him in waves. The thought had popped in his head, and he certainly hadn't meant to send it to Jean. Normally, she would have tried to ignore it, tried to pretend she could avoid the feelings she and Scott felt for each other.

Not this time.

She slammed her book shut, set it on the chair, and followed Scott to his room. When she got there, she found the door locked. She knocked. "Scott, it's Jean…can I come in?"

"I don't want to talk right now."

"Either you open the door or I telekinetically pick the lock. What's it gonna be, Summers?"

Scott sighed and opened the door. "What?"

"I want to talk about what just happened in there."

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to send that. I didn't even mean to think that. It's just…I'm an eighteen year old boy, Jean, and you're gorgeous. Cut me some slack."

"I didn't say I was mad at you."

"Then why are you here if not to yell at me?"

Jean pushed Scott into the room, using her mind to close and lock the door behind them. "To see if you can deliver."

"Huh?"

Jean grinned like a predator. "That was a pretty hot thought, Mr. Summers. Think you can really make me scream like that?"

Scott swallowed. "Jean, I…"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Scott decided he better not turn down what could be his only chance to get the woman of his dreams. He brought her into his arms and kissed her. Jean tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him to her.

Scott suddenly jerked away. "What?" Jean asked, panicked that he was running from her again.

"Almost lost my glasses there. Let me change into my sleep goggles, okay? I don't want to knock a hole through your head."

Jean nodded, figuring that sounded like a good idea.

Scott sat down on the bed, switched his glasses for the goggles, then patted the mattress. Jean walked over and sat beside him, and Scott took both her hands. "Before we go any further," he said. "I just want you to know that I love you. I don't want this to be just sex, Jean."

Jean looked up, finding his eyes through the red lenses and meeting them. "I love you, too."

Scott smiled slowly, then guided Jean over to him so she was straddling his lap. He kissed her, gently at first, but with a growing passion. Jean moved her hips up and down, feeling his erection growing against her. Scott trailed kisses down her neck to the top of her shirt. He undid the buttons and pushed one of her breasts out of her bra. He took the nipple into his mouth, and Jean moaned loudly. He worked it until it was a hard little pebble, then switched his attention to the other side.

When Scott looked up again, Jean's cheeks were flushed, her breathing heavy. He smiled at her before them flipping over, so she was beneath him. He kissed her from her collarbone down to the waist band of her jeans. He undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and slipped them reverently from her legs. He kissed his way back up her legs, before removing the piece of lace that kept him from the one place he really wanted to be.

Jean screamed and grabbed the sheets when Scott's mouth first touched her. He flicked his tongue over her clit several times, before dipping it inside of her. She moaned as he moved back up to suck on the engorged nub hard. Scott slipped two fingers into her, stroking her inside. Jean whimpered, pleasure assaulting her every nerve. She felt herself close to the edge, and began saying his name in breathless pants. Her cries only served to make him go harder, faster, and Jean felt her entire universe center on Scott's mouth and what it was doing to her.

She came hard enough to see stars, the pleasure more intense than anything she'd felt before. When she opened her eyes again, he was sitting beside her, breathing heavy. "What…did you do?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You, I…" He gestured to the front of his now-damp pants. "You hit me with something. It was like I was having your orgasm."

Jean blushed dark enough to just about match her hair. "I must have, um, projected. I'm sorry, Scott."

Scott chuckled. "It's all right. Nice to know I can make you feel that good."

Jean blushed harder.

Scott stood up and took off his clothes before joining Jean in the bed. He took off her unbuttoned shirt and bra, before pulling her into his arms. Jean moved against him, reveling in the warmth and strength of his body. "I love you so much, Jean," he murmured into her hair. "So much."

"I love you, too."

Jean took his soft cock in her hand and started to rub it slowly. "You're not too spent, are you?"

Scott groaned as her movements got faster. "Not if you keep that up."

"Good," she purred into his ear, "because I want you inside of me."

Scott grinned. "That's exactly where I want to be."

"Then let me see if I can speed things up a bit." Jean slid down his body, taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Scott fought the urge to grab her head and push her down further. She wrapped her hand around the base, moving her hand up and down as she took more of him in her mouth. When she had him about half way in, she started to suck hard.

"Fucking Christ, Jean," Scott muttered through clenched teeth. Jean slid her mouth off him, licking him from root to tip once before climbing back up.

"Like that?" she asked, a smug look on her face.

Scott responded by flipping her on her back, positioning himself at her entrance. He stopped. "Do I need a condom, or…"

"I'm on the Pill," Jean said quickly. "Just fuck me, Scott."

Scott started entering slowly, but Jean was having none of that. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down all the way inside of her. Scott groaned. She was hot, tight, perfect. He held still, afraid to move, afraid it would make it all go away.

"Scott, please…" Jean begged. "I need you…"

Scott moved, torturing Jean with his pace, not letting her make him speed up this time. She cried out, clung to him, met his every move begging for more. He started to thrust harder, and Jean dug her nails into his shoulders, her moans moving beyond comprehensible words. Scott captured her mouth, needing to be as connected to her as possible, to feel her touching every inch of his skin.

The kiss was wild, not the testing, easy kisses they'd shared earlier, but a mating as fierce as what was taking place a little lower. Scott could feel himself approaching the brink of oblivion, and tried to hold on, tried to make the moment last as long as possible. He was inside Jean, the woman he'd wanted since the moment he'd first laid eyes on her, and he didn't want it to be end.

But it was too much, and he had to let go. He tore his mouth away from her as he came into her, whispering her name like a prayer. He felt her orgasm meld with his as her pleasure washed over him again. Their minds, like their bodies, tangled together until Scott no longer knew where he ended and Jean began.

Scott lay there beside her as he slowly became separate again, and the cold loss of not having Jean all around him hit hard. He pulled her into his arms, clutching her as tightly as he could. "I love you," he said, kissing the top of her hair. "I never want to lose you."

"I'm here, right here," Jean said soothingly, relaxing into his hold.

Scott looked down into the eyes he'd been told were green. She was so beautiful—and she was his. He could still feel her, on the edge of his mind, and he closed his eyes, letting her in fully. For the first time he could remember, he let all his barriers down, and barred his soul to someone completely.

When he opened his eyes again, Jean was crying, and he knew they were tears of joy.