My husband and my best friend

My husband and my best friend


The next morning Scott woke before Marie did. He turned his head to one side, to look at his sleeping wife. The sight brought a small, content smile to his face; he couldn’t have prevented it even if he had wanted to.

He gently studied her features that were softer and relaxed in sleep. He could not understand how Logan could leave and taken such a beautiful creature for granted. Sure he could understand that Marie had been merely a child when she and Logan had been together. That Logan fell for Jean because she was a fully grown woman with experience in the world that Marie hadn’t possessed back then, as she did now.

If only if Logan could see the woman and vision Scott could at that moment, and she was only sleeping. Marie had grown up to be a stunning and amazing woman. Scott after yesterday’s events was seeing his best friend, and now his wife in a whole and new different light. If only Logan could see her now, he would be green with envy over the fact that she was now Scott’s.

Scott went to move a lock of stark white hair from her face and froze when the woman in question smirked slightly and without opening her eyes, asked in a sleepy voice “How long have you been watching me, and is it going to become a habit of yours from now on?”

Scott sighed and chuckled before asking lightly “And you, how long may I ask have you been pretending to be a sleep for?” Marie grinned slightly in reply, as her long and curled eyes lashes slowly began to flutter open, before he was met with the sight of breath taking green eyes. Even in there sleepy sate, they were still stunning.

It was more then enough to make Scott eternally gratefully that he had allowed Marie to heal him not long after Jean and Logan had left. Scott silently agreed it would have been tragic to have gone on any longer not being able to see his wife in colour, instead of completely red.

Even with her make up smudged from the day before she still looked lovely, he noted with amusement. He commented “You never answered my question, plus were you aware, that you are still wearing make up from yesterday and you currently look like a panda?”

Marie nearly choked and reached out and playfully smacked him on the chest. She went to repeat the action when Scott starting laughing, but never succeeded, as her hand was caught in her husbands, gently. So she tried with her other hand; that too was caught in his other hand.

Marie struggled slightly and huffed as he laughed out loud and said “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. I meant you look like a beautiful panda.” Marie snorted and replied dryly “Huh, nice try summers, but your charm isn’t going to work on me this time.”

Scott laughed as she continued to struggle some more, before giving in and laying back on the bed against her pillow, and huffed in mock annoyance. She moaned “Let me go damn it.” Scott snorted and asked incredulously, as if talking to a very slow child “Are you insane? You think I’m going to let you go, so you can smack me? Trust me; you really must still be exhausted, to have thought other wise.”

Marie threw her head back and laughed. This was the side to Scott that she loved, that only she got to see. She knew for a fact not even Jean had seen this side of him. She supposed that might have had something to do with the fact, he felt like he couldn’t be him self, and had to be someone Jean had wanted him to be.

Suddenly Marie kicked out causing Scott to yelp. He quickly grabbed her and started to tickle her before she could do anything. Marie screeched indignantly between laughter, as she tried to get free of his evil, tickling fingers.

Scott laughed at her futile attempt to escape his clutches. Suddenly he turned over so she was under him. Their laughter instantly ceased, as they stared at each other, realising their position and how intimately close to each other they were.

Marie could feel his morning erection against her stomach. She smirked and began to wriggle against him making him gasp, at the sensation of his morning erection being rubbed teasingly against.

Unknowingly Marie had been to busy being devious, that she had not noticed the soft and adoring look Scott had been displaying as he had looked at her, before she had interrupted him and made him aware of the erection he had been trying to ignore.

If she had waited a few more moments, she would have seen a look in his eyes that could have been considered love, or as close as it could have possibly been at the time. Later on they would both realise that then and there was the first time they both started to fall in love with each other.

Marie giggled at the part indignant and part blissful look upon his handsome face. Her giggles were soon smoothed by his mouth covering her own. Instead her giggles were replaced by a whimper.

She laced her fingers thought his sleep ruffled hair and brought him closer to her, deepening the kiss, managing to coax him into opening his mouth and allowing her access to his mouth with her tongue. It was then his turn to moan as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and slanting his mouth over her own.

They broke the kiss panting heavily. Before Scott could do anything else Marie wrapped her legs around his back and quickly twisted them in a complex move, using her super strength to eventually turn them over, so she was on top and he was now the one underneath.

Scott let out a startled breath, after the wind had been knocked out of him. He raised an eye brow in question, at his currently mischievous and devious wife, as she straddled his hips. He moaned and threw his back, letting out a hiss from between clenched teeth, as she rocked her wetness teasingly in a circular motion against his erection.

Scott continued to grit his teeth, grunting as she proceeded to grind harder against him. He hissed and grabbed her hips and told her from between clenched teeth “That isn’t very wise, if you want this to last then knock that off, as that feels good enough to make me cum, far too good.”

Marie looked smug as she ignored his warning and moved her hips in a certain way, before pushing forward so the head of his erection slipped inside of her, causing him to whimper. She continued to teasingly rock against him, each time she rocked forward another inch would slip inside, and when she rocked backwards an inch would slip out again.

This continued on for another five minutes. By this time Scott was practically going insane with need and frustration. Never in all his life had he known anyone to be such a cock tease, it was darn right cruel. She was driving him shit batty, meaning when he reached the end of his tether, he nearly screaming blue bloody murder as he grabbed her hips and forcefully thrust up wards, impaling him self fully inside of her to the hilt, causing her to throw her head back and scream in pleasure.

He all but growled “You’re such a fucking cock tease Marie.” Marie leaned forward, with him still inside of her and shot him a smug look, causing him to thrust up hard inside of her, making her squeal at the unexpected and blissful move.

He did it again making her practically howl. She all but begged “Hold on a second, I’m going to end up losing it if you don’t, oh god” she all but whimpered. It was now Scott’s turn to look decidedly smug, as he grinned like a sly Cheshire tom cat.

He bent his knees slightly making her slide forwards, impaling her on his hard and throbbing shaft even deeper. This was the last and final straw for Marie and she lost it. She threw her head back and screamed as her orgasm ripped though her, leaving her a trembling and whimpering mess.

Scott looked on smugly with male pride. The look caused Marie who looked up at that moment to glare at him and pinch him on the tight none to gently, causing him to yelp. He merely smirked, as she continued to glare at him.

He asked teasingly with a smug yet husky note to his voice “What’s the matter Rogue, don’t you like it when the tables are turned on you?” In answer she squeezed her inner muscle around his shaft, causing him to throw his head back and hiss at the hot wet and tight restriction around his painfully hard and throbbing shaft, that was still nested deeply inside of her, and throbbing like crazy, she could feel it.

Marie began to rock her hips again in the same teasingly slow and maddening pattern. Scott grabbed her hips and all but yowled “Don’t even think about it, that’s fucking evil. What are you a sadist?” Marie paused for a moment, before throwing her head back and laughing out loud. Her dear hubby looked more then a little ruffled in the literal and proverbial sense.

Scott merely glared at her as he pouted. This caused Marie to double over in giggles. He looked gorgeous. She couldn’t help but think he looked adorable with his ruffled hair, pout and disgruntled expression. She wasn’t certain weather she should coo at him or pat him on the head. She knew either option would possibly get her killed.

Marie let out a startled yelp, as she suddenly found her world titling, before she realised why. He had turned them over, so she now rested on her back underneath him, again. She had no idea where he stood as far as sexual torture was concerned, but she knew he would give her hell, that much she did know.

Her suspicions were confirmed when he slowly, tortuously slowly, began to rock against her, the base of his shaft rubbing against her clit very time he moved. Oh god, that was torture, the sweetest and most insane inducing torture she had ever experienced. Oh but he was good at it, extremely good.

Even when she wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked up her hips and squeezed him with her inner muscles, did he stop rocking slowly against her, not even pausing his rocking motions, to reach underneath her and pinched her bottom, causing her to yelp. She glared when he merely smirked and insisted she had only brought whatever he chose to do to her next, upon her self.

He continued to torturer her for the next fifteen minutes with the slow maddening pace; she was ready to kill him by any painful means. Both he and she were covered and sweat, and painfully desperate to cum, but neither would give in, neither would give an inch.

Both knew their sex life in the future was going to be extremely interesting, no doubt. Both had a sadistic streak when provoked. Both were also too stubborn to admit to defeat. They were far too strong willed.

Soon it was far too much for either one to stand without going insane, they had been at it for over half an hour, it was insane. Scott said between heavy filled pants “I’m not giving in, but soon we’ve got to get up and get cleaned and dressed, ready to go the airport.”

Marie could barely nod and replied “Let’s call it a temporary draw, at least until we get to our honeymoon suit in the Caribbean. Then all restraint and the rules go out of the window, after that anything except for bondage or anything else kinky goes.” Scott nodded his agreement, before speeding up and beginning to thrust in and out of her at a rapid pace. Both nearly whimpered in relief.

He thrust downwards and she thrust upwards, before he lifted her hips and placed her spread legs over his shoulder as he leaned forwards and began to pound into her hard and fast, she met him thrust for thrust.

Soon all that could be heard was the sound of the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall, the rustling of the sheets, as well as the sound of their pants, whimpers, grunts, screams, groans and heavy breathing as they panted, and the sound of sweat soaked skin hitting sweat soaked skin, at a hard and rapid pace. All of this echoed loudly off of the walls.

Unfortunately Pyro and Showcat slept in the room next door. John seriously thought his wife was going to combust, he had never seen her become so red before. He had to stifle his laughter behind his hands. It was official, neither John nor Kitty would miss Scott and Marie summers once they went away on their two week honeymoon.

Unknown to each couple, that soon there would be a competition between both married couples, as to who could go for the longest and who was the loudest and wildest. It would go on for months. There wouldn’t be an adult member in the mansion who wouldn’t know what was going on.