Scott Summers

I'm the lucky one, Jean. What we've endured is a testament to us, to you. I love you.

His rock, his everything, @imperomentis.

Happy New Year love. The best part of the New Year is being able to start it with you, @imperomentis.

"Call me that again and we'll have to unwrap presents later."

"Merry Christmas, @imperomentis."

“Wade.”

A for effort anyone?

was never enough. As he arose, he opted to wear his usual attire. The same suit he wore on countless missions with that familiar 'X' right across his overly toned pectoral muscles. "You know if they were as smart as they say they are, they'd know to leave well enough alone."

That's all I'll ever ask, Jean.

Until the end of time, @imperomentis

them. "I wouldn't say interesting, but we need to get down to business. I don't like it." When it came to be trusting, Scott was far from it. Humankind had made him this way. "We should get ready." After all, they were in bed and clothing had always been optional.

those, as was her love and devotion to him. Her sweet words fell from her soft lips, ever so close to his own. Scott could feel the warmth between them, her hands exploring his hair before she'd press those soft lips into his own. There was nothing like it, it was satisfying--

You always manage to pull me back to what I should be focused on, @imperomentis.

of you." It wasn't just talk, Scott fully intended on being her one constant. From the mansion to Krakoa, and everywhere in between. There was no one he wanted to be there for more than her.

carried herself to what she wore, all was so regal. Scott moved away from table and toward her as if he gravitated toward her. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Jean," Scott said softly, "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." Hi stirring within the night seemed to have accidentally woke Jean from slumber.