Genesis of a Legend

Disclaimer:  I don't own these characters.  Marvel does. 

Chapter 8


When Jean told me that she'd been the one to make the goggles, I was floored.  I knew she liked me, after having kissed me the other day, but I didn't realize she cared that much.  She was so determined to be able to kiss me again, and make me feel comfortable at the same time, that she took the time out of her studying to build them.  And she did a great job!  I didn't realize Jean had those building skills.  They were very comfortable, and didn't gap at all.  The soft neoprene was the perfect material. 

It felt so good to kiss her again.  I was worried that she'd be mad at me after I kinda ignored her all week.  I didn't want to, but I didn't know how to talk about my fear.  I don't like being weak.  Thankfully, Jean didn't hold it against me.  We lay there making out on the floor of the Danger Room for a long time.  I can only imagine what we looked like when we went back to Hank.  He didn't say anything; he's cool like that.  After talking to  him briefly, we walked out to the dock, slowly, taking in the warm summer evening.  The dock was steadily becoming "our" spot.

"Do you want to go out on the boat again?"

Jean shook her head.  "Let's just stay here on the dock and watch the sunset."

I nodded, and sat down, extending my hand out to grabbed Jean's.  Jean walked around, and sat between my knees, leaning back against my chest.  Her hair smelt good.  Really good.  Like oranges.  And it was soft, and tickled when it brushed against my knee.  She had taken it down as we walked outside.  Had she done it because I like it that way?  Even though all I saw was red, there was something special about Jean's hair. 

"You there?"

"Hmmm…" I snapped out of my reverie.

"Are you there?"


"You're quiet."

"I'm just thinking."

"You were in a daze again."

I kissed the top of her head. 

"What were you thinking about?"

"I was just admiring your hair."

"It's a mess."

"I like it down."

"I know." 

She did pull it down because that's how I like it!

She grinned, looking up at me.  "What color are your eyes?"

I was surprised by that question.  "Well, now I guess they're red."  It came out harsher than I'd intended.  I didn't like to think about what my eyes had become.


"Sorry.  Touchy subject."

She ran her hand along my cheekbone, under the securely strapped on glasses.  I grabbed her hand and kissed it.  Her touch was so gentle, so caring. 

"They were blue."

She stared up at me for a long time.  She had a knack for looking me directly in the eyes, through my glasses.  She was staring very intently.

"What're you doing?"

"Trying to picture you with blue eyes."

I shrugged.  "Well, they're not blue anymore.  Bright red.  You don't want to see those."

"Scott…I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No…its okay…I just hadn't thought about it in a while."

Jean nodded, and swiveled around to face me, kneeling up.  She lay her hands on my chest, and slowly ran them up to my shoulders.  Her hands felt so good.  She pulled herself closer to me.  I couldn't think when she was that close.  She has always done this to me.  But in that moment, on the dock, all I had to think of was her.  Her hands made their way up my neck, my ears tingling as her fingers made contact.  She leaned in slowly.  Ever so slowly.  Teasingly slowly.  Then, in an instant, her lips engulfed mine.  My hands pawed clumsily through her hair, closing the gap between us.  I lost my balance, and tipped over backwards, bringing her down on top of me.  Jean broke the kiss and laughed. Grrr…so much for a nice romantic moment.  I pouted, pretending to be mad at her laughing.  She laughed harder.


"You're so cute when you pout."

"I thought we went over that.  I'm not cute.  Ever."

"Oh, yes you are."

She held herself up on her arms, over me, her hips pressed against mine.  Now I really couldn't think.  There was no blood left in my brain.  Her hair fell into my face, and I batted it out of the way.  Accidentally, I swear it was accidentally, my hand brushed against her breast.  She gasped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that," I cowered.

"It's okay."

I placed my hands on her hips and thumbed her sides.

"That feels nice."

I smiled.  She lay down flat on top of me, nuzzling her head onto my chest.  And shifting in just the right way to elicit a moan.  She laughed softly. 


"Don't be sorry.  You can't control that."

"No, definitely not."

We lay there silently for a long time.  Absently, I played with her hair, twirling it around my finger.

"We should go on a real date," Jean said finally.


"A real date.  Like go out somewhere."

"Oh, you don't like just lying around making out?"

She smacked my side playfully.  "Oh, I like this.  But…"

"You want to parade me around."

She smacked me again. "Get over yourself."

"Of course I'll take you out.  What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Dinner, maybe mini golf, its so nice out."

"Oh, you mean tonight."

"Well, whenever,"  she grinned. "Tonight would be nice though.  It's still early."

"Alrighty then Ms. Grey, you have me at your disposal."

She grinned and climbed off me.  "Great!  I'll be ready in 15 minutes."

And with that she scampered off, leaving me to calm down.  She was so excited.  Really, so was I.  A real date.  I smiled, and rolled to my feet.