Institutionalized

INSTITUTIONALIZED CHAPTER TWELVE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies and BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), I'm surrounded by kilts! Bloody hell! *ahem * That aside...how's the menagerie? InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink are wonderful, fantastic, sparkley people for archiving!!! Readers/Reviewers: Okay, who did it? Who duct taped the ducks? The armadillos say one of y'all did it and the Killer Kitties (tm) and their Minions (tm) are just snickering...




Jean had never given much credence to the phrase "jump out of your skin" before, but Scott just about proved it to be possible when he snuck up behind her, brushed his lips across the back of nec neck and said, "Good evening, Mrs. Summers."
"Son of a bitch!" she cried, dropping her plate and shattering it into dozens of ceramic shards on the kitchen floor.
Scott quirked a brow above his glasses. "My mother was a very nice woman..." he said a s a slight smirk.
"Sorry," Jean sighed. "I was sort of lost in thought and didn't hear you come into the kitchen..." As she spoke, the pieces of the plate rose from the floor and were summarily deposited into the trash. "Telekinesis is damned handy sometimes."
"I bet...so, we're pretty much alone..." he said slyly, stepping forward until Jean was forced to move back, finding herself pressed against the counter at her back and Scott before her. "I say we make good use of the time..."
"I think," Jean said, pushing him back with her hand against his chest, "that you need to watch it with that Mrs. Summers stuff."
"We're married...it's allowed."
"Not quite, boy genius. Unless," she said thoughtfully, "you want to tell the Professor...maybe he'll let us go on a honeymoon then!"
Scott had the good grace to color slightly. "I don't regret what we did, but I wish like hell we could tell our friends...aside from Kurt and Kitty. I wish we could share a room and not have to sneak around and spend all day masking our thoughts."
Jean sighed. "I know. But it's the best thing to do right now. The Professor would kill us...well, wound us slightly. Make us think we're goldfish or something."
Scott laughed. "Well," he said, putting his arms around her waist to hold her closer, "until we wake up in an aquarium, Logan and Kurt are back and the jet is unattended..."
"Unattended in a well-monitored hangar!" she pointed out, though she did not stop his wandering hands as they found the hem of her sweater, then her back. "Cold fingers!"
"Not for long," he said, covering her mouth with his in lieu of further conversation. He cauger ler lower lip between his teeth, pulling slightly, making her giggle as she pinched his side.
_*This is nice and all, but I'm thinking I like the hangar idea... especially since Amara is hiding in my room while Roulette uses her shower. _ * Jean deepened the kiss, darting her tongue into Scott's mouth and making him sigh a little in reaction. _*I'm sure you can figure out something to do with the cameras... _ *
Scott pulled away just enough to speak. "Give me ten minutes."

Jean waited fifteen minutes. Avoiding the sound of Kitty's voice and Kurt's murmured responses, she made her way to the hangar with no incident. She noticed with some giddy satisfaction that the lights indicating the cameras' "on" status were not lit. _This is either a good thing or Logan figured out a new way to be sneaky... Ah, it's a good thing... _ Scott was trying to look casual, leaning against a strut of the plane, examining some random piece of equipment from the worktable. "Come here often?" she said in her most seductive tones, which, admittedly, was pretty much her normal voice but just a bit lower.
"Not yet," he said, turning her words into a double entendre.
"Pervert."
"You never complained before..." He met her halfway, kissing her quickly and taking her hands. "The cameras are shut off. It'll take about an hour for Logan to notice. He doesn't do his checks until seven and midnight."
"An hour is plenty of time," Jean said, giving him a slight shove to get him moving towards the jet.
"Hey, is that a joke?" He tried to scowl but found that he could not, in light of the fact that Jean was in the process of pulling her sweater over her head as they walked up the ramp, flinging it to one side once in the je"Gu"Guess not."
"Less talking, more touching," she said, smiling. "We're married. It's legal."
"Gotta make sure it's consummated, huh?" he said a moment before tripping over a battered suitcase. "Damn it!"
Jean looked down at where he lay on the floor of the jet. "Kurt must've been in a rush...that's his suitcase."
"Remind me to trip him next time we're in the gym... So, so long as I'm down here..."
Jean giggled. "Why not?" There nre near the front of the Blackbird, practically between the two seats for the pilot and copilot. She dropped to her knees between Scott's legs, clad only in her bra and jeans, leaning forward to lay against his chest. "Does this count towards the Mile High club?"
"Not hardly..." He grinned and reached behind her, unfastening her bra handily. They both fell relatively silent as he slid her bra down her arms, throwing it in the general direction of her sweater. She shivered in the slightly too-cool air, closing her eyes as he covered her breasts with his hands, stroking his thumbs over the soft, freckled flesh and the quickly hardening peaks there. He could not suppress the insane little feeling of ownership that came over him as he touched her, feeling her respond to his attentions as he took her by the arms and pulled her further up his body so that he could take one dark nipple between his lips and draw on it, first gently then much harder, making her move against him in response. Scott blushed as Jean caught the errant idea, her grin both teasing and strangely feral.
She pushed herself up, breaking the juncture between her body and his with a small groan of loss on Scott's behalf. "Belong to you, huh?"
"It just popped into my headhe she said, sighing. "You aren't going to go off on me, are you? Some feminist rant?"
"No, Scott, I'm not...In fact," she said, reaching between them and unfastening his pants, "I was just going to say that I kind of liked it. But you tell anyone I said that, I am so kicking your ass."
"Ooooh, I like it rough," he said, laughing. "Ow!"
"Thought you liked it rough," she teased, though she bent to kiss the red mark she had left on his stomach with her nails. "Guess that was someone else..."
"Hey now!" He arched involuntarily against her as she grinned up at him, unzipping his pants and pushing them down just enough.
"You talk too much, you know that?" She stood momentarily, just enough to take her jeans off before going back to her knees above Scott.
"I ever tell you how hot you are?"
"For the love of...if you degrade to locker room language, I am so leaving..."
"Sorry...what would you rather me say?"
"At this point? Nothing..." She leaned forward again but only to position herself, moving so that she straddled his hips. He was already obviously very aroused and she could feel him brush against her sensitive folds as she edged back slightly. "But I love you anyway."
"Sure you do," he said a little breathlessly. "Admit it, you just married me for my body."
"Damn, got me...May as well make good use of it then, huh?" She bit her lip, finally taking him into her waiting center, letting out a long,sh bsh breath as he filled her entirely.
Scott gripped her hips tightly, digging his fingers against her flesh hard enough to leave bruises. He could not help the groan that escaped him as she began to move, her depths encompassing him fully, squeezing around him and drawing forth hot, burning sensations from every nerve ending in his body. Scott watched Jean through the red shield of his lenses, hating that he would most likely never know just how pink her skin turned when she was in the throes of passion, just what color, exactly, her eyes were or how she looked without the ruby tint to her entire person. She frowned at him then, digging her nails into his chest slightly. "Sorry," he gasped.
"Don't be..." she said, just as jaggedly. "It's okay." She closed her eyes then, increasing the pace she had set, sending out tendrils of her own thoughts and feelings, showing him just what she saw when she looked in the mirror, how she looked when she got out of the shower and her skin was pink and wet from the hot water, and, in a fit of daring that she excused with a mental shrug and a _What the Hell? Not like he hasn't done it himself, _ she showed him her most private moments, what she did when she was alone and it was late, things that fueled some of his wilder fantasies.
Scott closed his eyes then, the images Jean was sending him doing more for him than he could have thought possible. "God, Jean," he panted, tilting his head back and arching his hips at the same time, holding her still against him as he spilled his release into her. She gasped a tiny cry, writhing in his grasp as she felt the heated liquid fill her. "Jean..."
She groaned and ground against him, her own release coming in waves that started at her center and grew more intense with each passing moment. She felt as if she had no bones left as the final, melting waves crescendoed over her, making her fall forward to lareatreathing heavily against him. "Well," never done that before..."
"Not here, anyway," he said breathlessly. Idly, he ran his fingers up and down her sweat-damp back, making her shiver. "We should get dressed...Logan's going to figure out about the cameras sooner or later."
"Right," she sighed.JustJust give me a minute..."
_*Bamf _ * "Sorry! GettingmyluggageandnotseeinganythingMeinGottI'msoembarassed!" *_ Bamf _ *
"I think I'll get dre now now," Jean sighed.
Scott groaned as she rose. "I swear...put a bell on him!"

"Guess that gives the word cockpit a whole new meaning," Kitty said, her eyebrows creeping upwards.
"Katzchen!" Kurt cried, mortified more by what he had seen than Kitty's turn for the perverse. "We need more bedrooms here or something."
"Or saltpeter in the food," she said. She was driving, against Kurt and Logan's better judgment, towards the hospital in the city to see Erika. Kurt had refused sl onl only eating when Storm threatened him with bodily harm and Kitty had promised they could go to the hospital that night. As it was, he was shedding from stress, despite the fact Erika was having fits of wakefulness and did not suffer from paralysis due to the fall. "Kurt, I think you need to rest. We can get a hotel room or something and you can get some sleep for even a few hours...you're worrying me."
"Nein, I won't be able to sleep until I know that Erika will be okay. And Mama and Papa and Katja and Anja..." he trailed off.
Kitty suppressed the urge to burst into a tune from _The Sound of Music _ as he listed the names. "Sweetie, you won' be use to anyone if you can't stand up and you're sick from neglecting yourself." She sighed as Baby whined in the backseat. "You're upsetting the dog," she added as a lame enticement to rest.
"I still don't know how you're going to sneak him in there....and I think it's a bad idea " "I could sneak slugs into my third grade teacher's desk, I can sneak a sleepy puppy into a private hospital room."
Kurt shook his head, too tired to be amused. "She looks terrible, Liebes. All swollen and...and they had to shave part of her head to put in a stint."1
Kitty sighed, swerving to avoid a road cone that seemed to come out of nowhere. "Kurt, the Professor wouldn't have dragged your family all the way over here if he didn't have every confidence in his friend. If there's a chance, then Erika will make it."
"I want to believe that, Katzchen, but I can't...you haven't seen her yet...she's so little!" Kurt turned his face towards the dark window and let his tears fall.
They were near the hospital and even late in the evening, the traffic was hideous from the road repairs. "We're going to have to park and walk, you know...is your holo working right?"
"Ja, it should be."
Kitty swung into a parking area and found and empty space. She did not speak again until she shut off the lights and engine. "Kurt, have some faith, okay? I know you're strong on that. Have faith in Erika, have faith in the doctor and have faith in God." Kurt looked at her then, a slightly startled expression on his face. Kitty bit her lip, trying to think of a way to continue. She did not discuss her own feelings on religion much outside of explaining the basic tenants of her faith. How she felt about prayer and God and anything else related to the subject was not discussed, even with Kurt. "Just...have some faith."
Kurt nodded, jumping when the cell phone on the dashboard rang. He picked it up, still looking hard at Kitty, and said, "Hello?" After a moment, he handed it to her. "It's Rogue...she sounds mad."
"What's wrong?" Kitty asked when she got the phone.
"Kit, tell me the truth and I won't be mad...have you been on my computer?"
"No! Why would I have been?"
"Have you been on any computer in the mansion other than your own?"
"No! Wait...the one in the library. What's wrong?"
"Someone's gone through and deleted all the files from the mainframe after downloading all the personal info for us. Beast did some preliminary hacking but we need you to figure out the rest...are you sure that you didn't do anything?"
"Rogue!"
"Sorry, had to make sure..." Rogue let out a shaky breath. "It gets worse, Kit. The tracking device we kept on Pietro's gone missing, too. And some stuff from Beast's lab, including some of that weird powder shit from Mexico..."
"Fuck," Kitty breathed. Kurt narrowed his eyes at her, knowing it must be something bad to elicit that word from her. "Look, we're at the hospital now, getting ready to go see Erika. I can't get there before...I don't know. Probably one a.m. if I push it."
"Kitty," Kurt said, not bothering to whisper, "leave me here. I'll find a way back."
At the same time, Rogue said, "Just a sec..." she sounded like she was talking to Logan in the room with her. "Look, just visit and come back soon as you can. We're going on lockdown. Logan just said Roulette's gone missing."

1 Sort of flying by the seat of my pants here. A stint is used to drain excess fluid from an injury. They put a hole in the skull and this straw thing and it drains out. Usually they run the tube down the neck veins to empty into a bag connected to an IV in the arm. At least that's what they did to a friend who cracked her skull a good one some years ago.