Forbidden Fruits
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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6,194
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Remorse
Later that evening, Jean returned to her bedroom, with a sense of happiness she hadn’t felt in years. Why she had waited so long to be with Logan, baffled her. He had given her an ample amount of chances to leave Scott and she cursed herself now, for being too afraid to take them.
At the time, Scott was the safe choice, the comfortable choice. With Scott, she had routine, trust and loyalty. Granted Logan was trustworthy and loyal to those he cared for, and safe in a more protective way, he was still a loose canon. There was no telling in if he’d stay or leave and routine just wasn’t in his vocabulary.
However, all that changed as Scott and Jean drifted further apart. There was no spark or emotion left to tie them together anymore. The love she once had for Scott faded and their relationship became more of a casual companionship than anything else. With nothing holding her back, she was able to embrace the love she felt for Logan with an open heart.
Now after finally expressing that love, she couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. She even thought of not returning to her room tonight and spending it tangled in the sheets of Logan’s bed instead, but she knew she couldn’t. If she was truly going to explore the finer sides of being with Logan, there was just one thing left for her to do.
Jean grabbed two large duffle bags from the closet and plopped them down on the bed. Calmly and smiling, she began stuffing her things into the bags. As she stuffed the last of her clothes into the bags, the bedroom door opened and Scott walked in.
Scott froze in mid stride, as his eyes fell upon Jean and the two bags on the bed. A coarse lump formed in his throat and his heart started to race. He stared at her in confusion and fear. He knew there was no mission that suddenly came up and questioned himself if she had found out, but the obvious glow on her face puzzled him. If she did know about him and Kitty that was the last expression he expected to see. Not wanting to create any kind of suspicion, Scott quickly regained his composer and a look of concerned curiosity graced his face.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked coolly.
“I’m leaving,” Jean replied simply, as she zipped one of the bags.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he questioned innocently.
Jean finally looked up at him and glared coldly at him. She wanted this to go as smoothly as possibly, so she could at least walk away with some dignity, but deep down she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She tried not to let him ruin her good mood, but as he stood there looking guilt free with no sign of remorse, she couldn’t help but snap.
“What’s wrong?” she hissed fiercely, “how dare you ask me what’s wrong, when you know damn well what’s wrong!”
“Jean I…”
“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” she interrupted, her body trembling from the amount of anger rushing through her veins.
“Excuse me?” he questioned, still trying to remain calm.
“Well I’m not! Even if I was, I am telepathic…or did you forget that when you were fucking her?” Jean barked.
Scott’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. He thought he had kept his mind shielded perfectly from hers, but evidentially he hadn’t. His body stiffened and a swell of guilt mixed with fear formed in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what to say or do. He had felt so strongly that he’d never get caught, that he failed to think that far ahead if he had.
“Jean I’m…”
“Save it! No amount of apologies is gonna save your ass this time. It’s over Scott!”
Jean yanked the bags off the bed and stomped her way across the room to the door. Scott reached out and grabbed her arm, desperate for her to let him explain.
“Jean, please don’t do this. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to, I …I,” Scott pleaded frantically.
“It’s too little too late for that Scott.”
Jean pulled herself from his grip, retched open the door and left, slamming the door behind her. Scott closed his eyes and sighed heavily, feeling genuinely awful at what he had done. Knowing now how much his actions had hurt Jean, he knew he had to do something to rectify it and gain back what he had lost. The only question now, was what, how and when.
At the time, Scott was the safe choice, the comfortable choice. With Scott, she had routine, trust and loyalty. Granted Logan was trustworthy and loyal to those he cared for, and safe in a more protective way, he was still a loose canon. There was no telling in if he’d stay or leave and routine just wasn’t in his vocabulary.
However, all that changed as Scott and Jean drifted further apart. There was no spark or emotion left to tie them together anymore. The love she once had for Scott faded and their relationship became more of a casual companionship than anything else. With nothing holding her back, she was able to embrace the love she felt for Logan with an open heart.
Now after finally expressing that love, she couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. She even thought of not returning to her room tonight and spending it tangled in the sheets of Logan’s bed instead, but she knew she couldn’t. If she was truly going to explore the finer sides of being with Logan, there was just one thing left for her to do.
Jean grabbed two large duffle bags from the closet and plopped them down on the bed. Calmly and smiling, she began stuffing her things into the bags. As she stuffed the last of her clothes into the bags, the bedroom door opened and Scott walked in.
Scott froze in mid stride, as his eyes fell upon Jean and the two bags on the bed. A coarse lump formed in his throat and his heart started to race. He stared at her in confusion and fear. He knew there was no mission that suddenly came up and questioned himself if she had found out, but the obvious glow on her face puzzled him. If she did know about him and Kitty that was the last expression he expected to see. Not wanting to create any kind of suspicion, Scott quickly regained his composer and a look of concerned curiosity graced his face.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked coolly.
“I’m leaving,” Jean replied simply, as she zipped one of the bags.
“Why? What’s wrong?” he questioned innocently.
Jean finally looked up at him and glared coldly at him. She wanted this to go as smoothly as possibly, so she could at least walk away with some dignity, but deep down she knew that wasn’t going to happen. She tried not to let him ruin her good mood, but as he stood there looking guilt free with no sign of remorse, she couldn’t help but snap.
“What’s wrong?” she hissed fiercely, “how dare you ask me what’s wrong, when you know damn well what’s wrong!”
“Jean I…”
“Do you really think I’m that stupid?” she interrupted, her body trembling from the amount of anger rushing through her veins.
“Excuse me?” he questioned, still trying to remain calm.
“Well I’m not! Even if I was, I am telepathic…or did you forget that when you were fucking her?” Jean barked.
Scott’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. He thought he had kept his mind shielded perfectly from hers, but evidentially he hadn’t. His body stiffened and a swell of guilt mixed with fear formed in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what to say or do. He had felt so strongly that he’d never get caught, that he failed to think that far ahead if he had.
“Jean I’m…”
“Save it! No amount of apologies is gonna save your ass this time. It’s over Scott!”
Jean yanked the bags off the bed and stomped her way across the room to the door. Scott reached out and grabbed her arm, desperate for her to let him explain.
“Jean, please don’t do this. I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to, I …I,” Scott pleaded frantically.
“It’s too little too late for that Scott.”
Jean pulled herself from his grip, retched open the door and left, slamming the door behind her. Scott closed his eyes and sighed heavily, feeling genuinely awful at what he had done. Knowing now how much his actions had hurt Jean, he knew he had to do something to rectify it and gain back what he had lost. The only question now, was what, how and when.