I know it's a little early for a winter fic, but I got this idea in mind and it just wouldn't go away.

Enjoy the Scott/Jean fluff! And yes, they are horribly OOC, but oh well!

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The morning sun rose on a landscape coated with pristine white snow. It was an alien landscape, unmarred and perfect. Everywhere there were only smooth curves and dips, none of the harsh corners of humanity. The world belonged to nature again, the gentle wind blowing dust-clouds of powdered crystals into the air, creating a soft rainbow for only an instant before the wind died down and the crystals fell back to the earth, once again coating it with it’s celestial perfection. The snow, light and soft, caught the rays of the sun, making it appear that the land was coated with millions and millions of tiny diamonds. The reflected light caught the windows of the mansion perfectly, spreading thousands of tiny rainbows everywhere. The air was washed clean, and smelled simply of snow; that bitter cold, refreshing smell of frozen ice crystals. It was peaceful. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

At least it was until the X-Men decided to go play outside. Kurt led the charge, ‘porting outside to land deeply in a huge, soft snow drift while everyone else followed by piling out the main doors, Jamie complaining, “No pushing!” but then he slipped and ten more of him appeared. Kurt ignored him and ‘ported out of the drift to reappear ten feet in the air above it, dropping into the snow again, whooping. He then got out of the snow, running on all fours, looking like he was albino. He shook himself like a dog and promptly ran back into the drift. As soon as they all got outside, Jubilee, Berserker and Iceman immediately began a snowball fight, and it spread to all those outside. Kurt stood up on a small hill and shouted unnecessarily, “Snow Ball Fight!” and was immediately pummeled with snowy orbs, ice balls, carefully made firecrackers and blasts of static electricity.

Jean and Scott watched from a window, smiling down at the younger inhabitants playing recklessly in the snow. Jean nudged Scott, saying knowingly, “You want to go play.”

Scott hugged her from behind, nuzzling her neck as he admitted, “Yeah.”

She tilted her head so he could get a better angle at her skin and asked softly while caressing the hand around her waist, “Then why don’t you?”

Scott then chuckled, muttering as he gently kissed at her skin, “Bad for my image.”

Jean laughed and playfully dug her nails into the back of his hand, asking, “What image? Scott, you’re a teenager! Have some fun!”

He then smiled and said, “Okay.”

Jean read his mind too late and buckled as he began to tickle her, ignoring her shouts of, “No, Scott!”

But the fun wouldn’t last long. Many of the inhabitants of the mansion were leaving today to go and see their families for the holidays. Even the teachers all left. Hank had borrowed an image inducer to go and see his family, Storm had gone with Evan, and Logan was out on the road somewhere. But before he left, he had approached the blue teleporter, threatening him with the amputation of certain below-the-belt body parts if he found so much as a single strand of blue fur on his new bike.

By that evening, the mansion was empty with the exception of the two telepaths, the optically talented teen and the blue furball. After a pleasant dinner, the professor had allowed Scott to build a fire and now they all lounged in front of it, the cracks and snaps of the logs breaking the stillness in a wonderfully unpredictable fashion. The professor was reading a book called ‘The Once And Future King’ when he noticed a change in the brain patterns of one of his charges. He looked down and couldn’t help but smile.

The three teens were on the floor, all curled up together. Scott, at the insistence of Jean and Kurt, had lain down, but as soon as he was flat, Kurt had jumped at him, straddling him, tail wrapped around Scott’s leg. Scott protested playfully and there followed a careful bit of wrestling, Jean laughing as she urged Kurt on. Finally, Scott relented, and lay down flat; Kurt sprawled on top of him, grinning in triumph. Kurt settled down on Scott’s chest, cheek pressed to the other’s collarbone, his purring vibrating against the older mutant’s chest as Jean caressed his back.

After a time, Kurt made a sound like a squeak and jerked his head up. He’d nearly fallen asleep. He blinked sleepily while Jean brushed the bangs from his face. Scott then undid the gesture by playfully ruffling Kurt’s hair, saying, “You sleepy already?”

Kurt nodded, like a little kid, and yawned hugely. He bared his fangs unintentionally and Scott chuckled, finding the elf indescribably cute. Kurt then crawled off of Scott and on all fours, walked silently over to the hearth of the fire. He plopped down on the stones, curled up facing the fire, and with a soft sighing purr, dozed off.

Scott chuckled at the display and rolled to his side, laying his head on his arm. Jean came and lay down in front of him. They shifted around so that Scott was spooning her, and he held her to him gently, idly rubbing his thumb on the skin of her stomach, watching the flames burn warmly.

After a pleasantly indescribable amount of time, Kurt suddenly woke up, feeling a tad too warm. He yawned, and stretched like a cat, arching his back. He then padded on all fours over to the two older teens. They were awake and looked back at him, smiling. Kurt blinked sleepily back at them and then deliberately nuzzled his way between them, whimpering and purring softly.

Jean rolled over and Kurt cuddled up between them, back to Scott’s chest; purring reduced to a soft rumble in his chest. Scott held the teleporter close, hhmmming happily. Kurt’s fur was warm from being by the fire and it was like hugging a furry hot water bottle.

Jean cuddled in close, Kurt’s head pressed to her chest, and she and Scott sandwiched the German between them; gently so as not to wake him or cause him any discomfort. Jean smiled as she gently caressed Kurt’s arm, feeling the fur under the shirt. Scott carefully used a hand to stroke Jean’s cheek, and she looked at him. His eyes were covered, but gold and silver thoughts of his love flowed to her mind and she blushed, smiling.

Ever since the whole stranded-in-the-desert thing, Jean and Scott had come to terms with their feelings for each other. Everytime Jean looked at Scott, if he didn’t say them aloud, his thoughts poured off him warmly, telling her with his heart just how much he loved her. Jean would return her thoughts to him and they’d just stare at each other, hearts talking softly. When they held, the bond was all the stronger. Scott smiled wider and Jean realized she had let her thoughts speak a little louder than normal and she blushed deeper, but not from embarrassment.

Scott reached and gently took her hand. He kissed the back of it, his peach-fuzz tickling it. He hadn’t shaved recently. Jean giggled softly and Scott smiled at her and she could almost feel his heart melting.

He then smiled and gently set her hand down on Kurt’s head. The blue teleporter purred his subconscious approval of the situation as Jean began to gently scratch behind his ear. Suddenly, Scott murmured softly, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that you’ll make a terrific mother.”

Jean looked up at him, asking softly, “Why do you think that?”

Scott carefully (so as not to jostle him) gestured to the blue elf curled up between them, saying, “Well, look how gentle you are with Kurt.”

She then smiled tenderly, saying softly, “Yeah…” stroking Kurt’s furry tail. The tail twitched and slowly wrapped around her wrist, Kurt’s purring increasing slightly. Jean smiled and continued to stroke the furry length of tail while Scott’s hand drifted under Kurt’s shirt, gently rubbing the warm fur on Kurt’s stomach, making the teleporter smile in his sleep, fangs revealed cutely.

The professor watched them, smiling.

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Around midnight the professor retired to bed and asked Scott to do the same. Scott nodded, feeling sleepy himself. He looked down and smiled deeply. Jean had fallen asleep, her head resting on his arm, and Kurt was snuggled up warmly to both teens; tail wrapped around Jean’s arm, legs entwined with Scott’s. Scott smiled and then reached and gently began to caress Jean’s cheek, saying softly, “Jean…”

She woke and blinked at him. The fire was dying down, illuminating the room in a warm red glow. She smiled at him and then tried to move, but felt resistance. She looked down and asked softly, “Great. How do we move?”

Scott smiled at her and said, “Watch this…” He then reached his hand down and sticking his fingers into the rip of Kurt’s pants, began to scratch lightly at the base of the teleporter’s tail. Kurt twisted in his sleep, whimpering and giggling. The tail unwrapped itself from around Jean’s arm and instead coiled around the hand disturbing him.

Jean backed up and stood, asking as Scott carefully stood up, holding Kurt in his arms, “How’d you know that?”

Scott smiled as Kurt cuddled to him, the tail slipped off his arm to wrap loosely around his waist, answering, “When Kurt first came to the mansion, he was really homesick. He’d come and sleep with me.” Jean smiled and they walked up the stairs, Jean going first to warn of any furniture. They got to Kurt’s room and Scott waited as Jean turned down the bed with her powers. Scott then put Kurt into the bed, and said with a smile, “Now shoo. This is guy time.”

Jean read his mind and realized he meant to undress Kurt and with a smile, walked out. After a few minutes, Scott came and brought her back in. He put his arm around her shoulder and leaned his head on hers and they just watched the blue elf sleeping soundly in the bed. Jean then said softly, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think that you’ll make a terrific father.” Scott smiled and kissed her cheek.

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Short, I know, but did you like it anyway?

Some people think that Scott, Jean and Kurt are a little too ‘touchy’ in this fic, but listen, corny though I may sound. In my family, touching is a good thing. I have often curled up with my siblings when we watch TV and stuff. The ‘fireplace’ sequence is just one that I find natural. I guess in America you have higher standards on what’s ‘okay’. Sorry for the confusion!

Hope that helps to clear up any questions.