Disclaimer: I don’t own them... no, I told you, they are not mine! What? Well, if you want to give them to me… Hu? What?! I won’t pay that much! No, I rather keep with my money and say that the X-Men belong to Marvel and you, Stan.

A/N: Wow, another comedy… but this is more a JOTT fluffy. D I hope that you are liking the comedies I’m writing, if I don’t get more reviews I’ll stop writing them… (yes, this is a threat!)

And no, in spite of that I also have a Narnia comedy fic, the title is just a word game, and there is no Lyon in the story… it already has a wardrobe, do you want more? A witch?! C’mon… go read ‘CN: The Witch, the Wardrobe and the Lyon’ and then you’ll find all of it…

Summary: What would you do if you get into a 1x2 meters room with the love of your life… at a place where you can break the physic law that two bodies can’t occupy the same space? So, what would you do? Yeah, me too.

Scott, Jean and the Wardrobe

“Of course I’ll come here to visit you, Scott.”

“Every weekend?” He pouted.

“Every weekend.” He leaned down to kiss her, hugging her close.

"Don't you think you will miss all this?" He pointed the tress around them. They were at the Institute's yard, walking around the lake.

"Of course! Principally the lake." Jean responded. The next month she’d be leaving for university, which let Scott, her boyfriend, very upset, and wanting to spend as much time as possible with her.

"The lake, hu?" She felt a sheepish tone in his voice.

"What do you-- Scott!" He got her on his arms, heading to the lake. "No, no! You wouldn't, Scott!" She cryed as he pushed her into the lake. He was laughing. "Scott! You--"

"I know you love me."

"Arghh..." She got out the lake and jumped on him. "Haha, now you're wet too." She kissed the point of his nose.

"C'mon, let's go back."

Scott helped her up and they headed back to the school. They reacherd the Mansion living room.

"Oh my God Scott, even my panties are all wet!" He chuckled. "That's all your fault."

"Thanks to me your panties are wet."

"Shut up!" She murmured to him hugging him.

"Wait, you're letting me wet!"

"Haha!"

He turned her so he was facing her back in a karate move.

"What's that, a new move?" She asked. He started to trick her. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it! Please!" She was laughing.

"I know you like it, but..." Scott stopped."Ok, ok, let's eat something." The got into the kitchen. Kitty, Kurt and Rogue were there.

"You freak!" Kitty yelled letting her cereal bowl full and phasing the wall.

"Mien Gott, it is a public place, you know?!" Kurt teleported himself.

"You guys make me sick..." Rogue also let her cereal bowl full and got out the room.

"Han... how that happened?"

Five minutes earlier this scene.

"I'll miss her." Kitty got a milk cartoon from the fridge, heading it to Kurt, who held a cereal box.

"Everybody vill, Jean is a great friend."

"The box elf." He gave it to Rogue.

"Scott vill miss her more."

"Yeah, he's right. Lately they look like rabits, fucking everywhere."

"Rogue!" Kitty said with her moth full of cereal.

"Wha? It's true, everybody knows! Her room is next to ours, I’m having troubles with my sleep! "

"Vhere are them, afterwards?"

"I think they are out in the lake, something like that." They heard the front door opening.

"Oh my God Scott!" Came a voice form the other room.

"What's that?"

"I think it's-"

"My panties are all wet!"

"-Jean." Kitty stopped and winded her eyes, the three of them doing the same.

"Thanks to me your panties are wet." It was Scott's voice.

Kurt choke on his cereal.

"I told you!" Rogue said to them.

"..You are letting me wet!"

"I think I gonna puke..." Kitty pushed her bowl far from her.

"What is that, a new move?"

"For God sake, they are at the living room!"

"Stop! Stop! I can't take it! Please!"

"I know you like it."

The three of them eyed each other with disgust on their faces.

After that the couple showed up at the kitchen.

"You freak!" Kitty yelled letting her cereal bowl full and phasing the wall.

"Mien Gott, it is a public place, you know?!" Kurt teleported himself.

"You guys make me sick..." Rogue also let her cereal bowl full and got out the room.

"Hun... how that happened?" Scott said.'

"Oh, forget it." They ate something and headed to Jean's room.

"I'll go to my room to take a bath, ok?" Scott said in front of Jean's door.

"Wait, let me show you the broshure." He agreed and got into her room.

"Will you ever love me?" He asked.

"What? Scott, why this question?"

"Will you?" He locked his eyes with hers and kissed her hand.

"Yes." She promised, getting closer to kiss him. As the passion grew, the NYU brochure was forgotten. They keep kissing on Jean’s bed.

“Ahem…”

They continued to kiss.

“Coff, coff…”

Kissing, kissing…

“Excuse-me…”

Smack, slurp, smack…

Suddenly a noisy whistle brought the couple to reality. The looked at the door, where the one who did it was.

“Finally. Like, we’re going to watch some movies downstairs, if you guys don't have anything else to do..." She was suggestive at this sentence "Do you wanna come?" Asked Kitty.

“Oh, sure.” Despite of Scott’s little protest, Jean agreed with the girl.

“Ok, see ya, then.”

“C’mon, it will be fun…” Jean said turning around.

“But we could have even more fun…” Even that her back was facing him, she could hear the grin in his voice.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Could you, like, bring some blankets, please?” Said a head popped out the wall.

“Sure, Kitty.”

“Thanks!” The ‘thanks’ came from the other side of the wall, followed by a ‘Kitty! Could you please kvock?! This is a bathroom!’.

Jean giggled turning again to face Scott.

“C’mon, let’s go.” She got up. “Have you seen my blankets?”

“Hun…” He glanced around the room. “Nope.”

“Oh!” She remembered. “They are on my wardrobe.” She pointed for the furniture beside her bed. “Give me a hand and lift me?”

“Ahn… I’m not sure, but I’ve noticed in the last ten years of my life that you are a telekinetic and can move things with your mind, or am I just getting crazy?”

“Scott…” She looked at him, making him remember. For the last couple of weeks Jean was having troubles with her emerging powers. Her telepathy was getting to a level where even the Professor was having difficult to build the shields, allowing her to just send simples messages. Also, she wasn’t able to control her TK. If she tried to levitate herself now, there was a big chance that she’d end at the roof.

“Oh, sorry.” He got up and stood beside the wardrobe. He opened the door so he could get closer and support himself at the same time. “Here.” He joined his hands making a kind of stair for her.

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, taking the offer.

“Wow, don’t you think you need a diet or something?” He realized his words at the moment they were out.

“Shut up!” She playfully punched him on the head, trying to find the cover on her wardrobe. Scott almost lost his balance, and now his back was facing the open wooden door of the wardrobe.

“Don’t do that again if you don’t want to hit the floor, please.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

“I’m serious…”

“Almost there… could you lift me more? Just a few inches…”

“Jean…” With effort he moved her a few inches upward.

“Got it!” Jean got the blanket, with was full of powder on it making the cloud of dusty up.

She suddenly sneezed.

“Jean, watch out!” Scott yelled as she sneezed again, making they fall. Scott fell backwards, entering in the wardrobe, with Jean falling on top of him, her back to his chest. She tried to get something to support, grabbing the door of the wardrobe, which shut in front of them.

She sneezed again.

“Are you Ok?”

“Damn!”

“Jean, are you ok?” Continued Scott’s concerned voice.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just that this wardrobe is so old…”

“Open the door.” He said pulling a blouse away from his face.

“Let me finish… it’s so old and some times the door… doesn’t open.”

“What?”

“I can’t open it.”

“Try.”

“Make room for me.” He sprawled his legs so she was between them, her back to him. She started to calmly try to open the door…

After ten minutes she was frenetically trying to open the door, finally collapsing to him.

“Let me guess… it didn’t work?”

“Oh, shut up…”

“I’ll blast it.”

“Scott!”

“Ok, ok…”

She started to try again, but now she shifted her position, getting more far from the door to have more space and closer to him.

Scott felt the warm sensation filling him when she returned to her early movements. He tried to look around and concluded that there wasn’t the time and specifically not the place.

“Jean?” She continued her assault to the door. “Jean?”

“What?” Came her tired and annoyed voice.

“Stop moving please.”

“What?”

“Jean, please stop moving!” He grabbed her shoulders from behind, stopping her.

“Why, what happened?”

“Hun… let me try.” He got even closer to her, so his arms surrounded her and he was able to push the door. He tried tree times before giving up.

“Ahhh!!” She screamed punching the door. They were closer then before, because Scott’s arms were still at the wardrobe’s door.

“Jean… Jean! Stop moving!”

“I hate this—” She felt him. His pelvis was rubbing her lower back, and she was felling the hard sensation right below it. “Scott?” She was using a natural tone.

“Yes?” He was almost with a childish guilty voice.

“How can you be able to get turned on locked in a wardrobe with your…” Wait a moment, of course there was thousands of ways to get aroused in this condition! Herself was feeling that was getting hot in there… “Scott-” She caught her breath and gasped when one of his hands that was resting on the wardrobe door, traveled around one of her breast. “Scott, this is not…” She shuddered feeling his mouth on her neck and collar bone.

“This is not what?” His voice turned from childish to a predator tone. She wanted to play a little game, that’s ok for him. Still caressing her breast with one hand, the other one slipped to undo her button and open her zipper. She inclined on him to give him more space. He put her pants and panties on her thigh, smiling to himself discovering her moisture.

“Is not… the place to…” She was almost giving up to his temptation…

“Turn around…” His demanding voice was difficult to not oblige.

She got a little closer to the door, allowing him to get down his own pants. She tried to turn around, stopping in the half way.

“What?”

“I… can’t… there is no space.”

A moment of silence filled the air between them. With the corner of her eye she glanced at him. He wasn’t going to do anything she doesn’t want to. Sure, they had had sex before, but never in this position or inside a wardrobe. Scott had suggested it once, but she didn’t agree. Of course, she wasn’t in that point of arousal when he did that proposal. She took a deep breath before turning to face the door of the wardrobe again, inclining herself in that direction, giving Scott a great view of her ass. Hell, there was a first time for everything.

“Jean?” He got her hips, firmly with his both hands. “Do you…?”

“Just do it Scott” Her voice was almost a gasp.

Unable to hide the excitement, Scott separate her buttocks, again feeling her moisture at the area.

“Tell me if you don’t like it.” She nodded, supporting herself at the wooden door, her heat beat getting faster. “Ready?” She couldn’t avoid, but laugh a little at the sound of excitement on his voice. He sounded like a boy that was going to play with his new toy. Not that the situation was too much different than that.

“If you don’t do it now I’ll punch you” Grinning he got into her, hearing her moan as he did it. He felt a little strange and awkward at the beginning, the space more narrow, but soon got the handle of it.

Jean, on the other side, was still feeling the awkwardness. She even considerate the option and ask Scott to stop, but his moans were showing he was enjoying. She suddenly forgot the weird sensation when a hand got into her by her other entrance, the thumb rubbing constantly on her clit. That was something new for her, being fucked at her both entrances.

The limp on her mind was growing more and more, her breath at each movement more exhaled, and Scott felt her inner walls to clinch, a signal that she was close.

The sound of the door opening froze them both.

“Jean? Scott? Where are you guys?” Kitty’s voice made they heart beat accelerate more then it already was. “Where did she used to put that… oh yeah, on the wardrobe…”

‘Scott I’m…’

Scott felt she was going to climax, and took off his hand from her, his member still inside. He hugged her close, so her head was right in front of his, putting one of his hand on her mouth and the other at her torso, supporting her.

They saw Kitty’s shadow getting on the bed looking on the wardrobe. Scott thought why they didn’t have that idea. The girl suddenly saw the blanket at the floor and got down to get it.

“Where are them?” She mumbled to herself looking around the room.

‘Scott, I can’t… can’t hold anymore.’

Scott almost couldn’t suppress his moan when Jean bit his hand to not scream in pleasure.

“What was that?” They froze again hearing the girl’s voice. Kitty once more looked around the room… she stopped her eyes on the wardrobe… she frowned, still looking at the furniture. After a minute, which seemed like an hour for Scott, she got the blanked and got out the room.

Jean collapsed getting away from Scott, resting her body at the wardrobe’s door. At the movement, she freed Scott’s member, which brought him for his own climax.

He turned to his site to not blast on her, ejecting his erection on the side of the wardrobe. At the movement, she lost her balance and fell on her clothes, opening the other door of the wardrobe.

After two minutes, she was still laying on her clothes, her face to her room. Scott laid at her side.

“Why we didn’t think about trying the other door?” He asked, chuckling.

“I don’t think we were thinking.” Jean said passing her hand through her wet hair. “Hun… I’m sorry…” He was looking at his hand, which was a little swollen and had teeth marks.

“Bah, it worth it.” He kissed her hand. “Hun… I’m sorry too… about the, hun… your wardrobe…” He pointed for the side of the wardrobe, and she could sense what he was talking about.

“Oh, never mind… as you said, it worth it.”

“C’mon, let’s take a shower.”

Scott was still in the shower; Jean had put her white robe on and one towel at her head to dry her hair. She got out the bathroom, hearing Scott singing in it. She went to her wardrobe, which still had one of the doors open. She opened the other door, rolling her eyes seeing how easy was to do it from the outside. Inside it was a mess, clothes everywhere, hangers… but she was looking for a specific thing…

“Jean!” Kitty appeared from the nearest wall. “Why didn’t you guys come for the film?” She glanced at her figure. “Oh, forget it. Well, like, we are going out, and I was wondering if you could return me that jacket… Oh here it is!” The girl got the clothe from the wardrobe that Jean was planning to get. “Wow, your wardrobe is a mess! Anyway, thanks…”

“Kitty, wait, I…”

The younger girl was already getting out the room when she stopped to face Jean.

“Jean, what is this? It’s wet…” The red colored jacked had a big stain. “What is this?” The girl smelled the jacket.

“Kitty, please stop.” Jean was with a guilty expression.

“It smells like a cleaning product, what-” The girl winded her eyes. At that same time Scott got out the bathroom, using just a white towel to cover his nudity. Kitty looked at Jean, who was expressionless with wide eyes; then to Scott, who wore a sheepish smile; at the wardrobe, a totally mess; and finally to her jacket. She dropped the jacked, making a disgust face.

“Gross!” She put her hands as far as possible from her. “Oh, my, I think I gonna puke…”

“Han… I’ll wash it for you?” Jean tried to say something at this awkward moment.

“Like, keep it!” Said the girl running with her hands at her moth, phasing the room’s wall; screaming again when she realized that she put her hands at her mouth.

Rogue was passing at the hall, and stopped at Jean’s open door.

“Where is Kitty?” She asked. None of them answered and she glanced at the room: Jean, Scott, the wardrobe and the jacked at her foot. She took a deep breath. “You guys make me sick.” And continued to walk through the hall.

“So?” Asked Jean turning to Scott.

“Still worth it.” He smiled and kissed her again.

MM

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