(dark) phoenix

“I wasn’t roaming off on my own so much as trying to get back to my room,” he points out. He’d had fun, and he’d given the boys a good night, something they all desperately needed at the time. He had to reform the team, and soon, if they were going to stand any chance at staying close this late in the game of life. “We had fun Jean, I would have invited you, but they wanted a boys night.” He nods, “I want us to stay together, all of us.”

Once again Scott is nodding, he isn’t about to tell her why, but yes, he has been. “Infrequently actually, I just hide it well.” Scott turns his head when the belt pulls out. He starts working on the button, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them before he steps forward to press his lips to her forehead. “I’m just saying you look good in those pants,” he confesses. “And you’re cute when you do that, you know that?”

"Don't worry about it." Jean waved him off. "I probably shouldn't drink. Not with what's going on in my head." The last thing she needed was to lose control. Jean had been drunk before, but it was before the Phoenix had become a real problem. "I meant you and I specifically, but yeah. That too."

“Bobby and I roped him into it, it was fun though.” He nods, suddenly feeling like he was about to be scolded. He was right. “I know the commands to disable the room, even if that is disabled the override sequence I programmed in works well.” He shrugs, “It seemed logical at the time, and I got to bond with the two of them, Bobby needed it. He’s been feeling jealous ever since Alex came back into my life. He doesn’t think I notice, but I do.” He nods, “I don’t either, all that matters is that you’re here with me, and I’m here with you.”

He narrows his eyes at her, brows knitting together, “I can handle being drunk I don’t get that sick from a hangover, Jean.” Scott smiles smugly at her, “Good, it’ll be fantastic.” When Jean bats his hands away Scott huffs out, “Your ego should be, especially when you’re wearing space pants.”

“But he let you roam off on your own after.” They were  a stupid bunch of boys (technically men) but Jean loved them. She just wasn’t totally sure they made the best decisions at times. “I suppose that’s good then. I can’t fault you for trying to bond, only for the way that you did it.” She wasn’t their mother though, nor did Jean want to be. “It’s nice to be together, isn’t it? Actually together, I mean. Not whatever mes we were before.”

“Booby,” he responds, breaking down into a laughing fit. “And Hanky Panky was there too, we were in the Danger Room. He convinced us that we’d be drunk one day and under attack, so I dragged them in with me.” He appreciates the guided track to her lips, kissing her back. “Oh, and they know we’re dating.”

“’M gonna feel great in the morning, you wait and see.” He nods, pressing his key to the door to open it. “I will research it, you wait and see, it’s going to be fucking spectacular.” When the door is closed Scott begins to work on getting his belt undone, getting frustrated when it son’t work. “You’re the best, there, now you’re heard it at least twice.”

"I'd expect this from Bobby, but Hank? Really?" Was there no one there who was responsible? The whole thing sounded sketchy, but she would deal with it inthe morning. "You were in the Danger Room?" Jean was working hard to not raise her voice. "Scott, what if one of you got hurt? You understand that there is no actual logic in that statement, right?" She sighed. "That's fine. I don't care if people know."

“There’s a lot of things that happen that we never thought would happen, like you asking me if I’m horny. I mean I am, but I’m not about to just lay that out there.” He leans against her, wrapping his arms around her to press his lips to her cheek, “I love you, Jean,” he whispers.

“Because pants suck, okay? They just do, nobody wants to wear these all day and I have been, I need them off.”

"Or you getting drunk and wandering around the hall." At his admission to being horny, Jean closed her eyes and checked to make sure that her mental blocks were up and she wouldn't accidentally read his mind. "You just laid it out there." Turning her head so that he could catch her lips in addition to her cheeks, Jean gave him a small smile. "I love you too, Scott."

“He made me!“ he reiterates. If Scott wasn’t already flushed from being completely plastered he’d be blushing hard right now. “Wh-wh-what? N-no! I just don’t want to be wearin’ pants anymore.”

“Are you asking for someone to give you drugs?”

"I'm asking for someone to give me an Advil. You can get them from a grocery  store."

Rachel gave Jean a small smile as she sat down. “Thanks.” She let out a long sigh before speaking. “I don’t even know where to start. There’s the fight at the party, yeah, but  there’s a lot of stuff before that, before I came here, in my world, that makes everything that happened during the fight so much worse.”

"That was a wreck, wasn't it? I'm just glad that the Phoenix didn't make an appearance from either of us. You've never really talked about where you come from, other than that it was bad. Do you want to? I won't push you."

“Some picture Bobby and I took, he made me take selfies.” He wraps an arm around her shoulder, leaning down against her head. “I think I need to lose these pants, Jean.”

“Oh, I’m sure he will at some point. I’m just trying to avoid that as long as possible. True. They aren’t exactly known for their subtly. I doubt they even know what that word means.”

"I promise to break you out when the inevitable happens. Not Bobby though, only you. He'll probably deserve it." Jean laughed. "I'm a telepath. I know that they don't."