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His words ring in her ears and, for a moment, the expression on her features fades. There’s no smug aura around her, matching the smirk on his face. No smirk of her own. There isn’t even a smile. She can only stare for a long moment, feels like she is running out of oxygen, that she will never be able to breathe again because he is pushing it—

He kisses her then. Or maybe she kisses him - Scott doesn’t know, and doesn’t particularly care. The bottom line is that they’re kissing, and Scott can’t keep from following Jean’s lead. The kiss goes from soft to demanding in less than a moment, and Scott’s hands slide up Jean’s shoulders, one to cup the back of her neck and drag her closer, the other to rest on her back. 

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Scott’s lips twist into a smirk, and his chest fills with something akin to confidence. He and Jean have been dancing around the connection between them for weeks; flirting and teasing, looking when they don’t think they’ll be caught, spending time together but not quite daring to GO FOR IT -- and Scott thinks that this moment might be IT. 

Remy chuckled, turning what was left of his deck of cards in his hand. Scott Summers wasn’t unknown to him, although they hadn’t met properly. Remy had gotten an impression of what he must be like from the way others talked about him, that was for sure. Specifically, the impression that he was a sulky stick-in-the-mud. Not exactly what Remy had been hoping for, if all that was true.

Not that he put too much stock in anybody’s opinions of someone, positive or negative. It was his way of holding out hope people might return the favor.

“I’m not great at trusting people,” Scott said slowly, thinking his words and any implications through before allowing them to pass his lips. “Call it a flaw if you want, but I tend to think it’s reasonable, when you’ve got as many enemies as we do.” The ‘we’ was ambiguous, and even Scott wasn’t sure to whom he was referring. The school, maybe? The X-Men? Every mutant in the world? Because they all had enemies. Many. And Scott knew better than to let his guard down until he was absolutely sure it was safe. 

                     pointed ears twitched,   registering the distressed YELL of his roommate had him jolting upright  &&  just narrowly escaping a panic induced teleportation as his image briefly  f l i c k e r e d   ━━ ━  dark wisps of smoke melding around him before dispersing into nothing.   Kurt turned his head glance over at Scott as his wide-eyed shock melted into a soft frown full of concern.   enhanced night vision allowed crimson irises to hone in on Scott’s fumbling for his glasses that had unfortunately found a home on the floor during the night.   

Scott took a moment to run his fingers over the object and find that it was his glasses, the ones he’d been unable to find in the darkness. “Thanks,” he murmured, putting them on so he could at least LOOK at Kurt. “Uh, yeah. Bad dream.” Scott’s lips thinned and he glanced around the room rather than meet Kurt’s sympathetic eyes, feeling exposed. But Alex’s face, horrifically burned in a way the explosion WOULDN’T have left him, still floated in his mind’s eye, and Scott knew he wouldn’t get away with rolling over and going back to sleep this time. 

Jean & Scott, Episode 5.

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See previous episodes:

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3