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Hey, look, Scott Summers fic...
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redstarrobot's fault.
He sometimes wondered if she understood him like he thought she did. If, perhaps, Jean Grey-Summers lied to herself better than anyone else in the entire galaxy. Or if maybe HE was the one who wasn't perfectly content.
There were times when he thought it was true. Watched her recumbent form while she slept, her hands placed just so, her legs flopped like that, and her hair in disarray on the pillow. Sometimes, he would be curled into her side, one hand on her waist. Mine, he would think. And she would laugh at him. Other times he would sprawl everywhere--and that only happened when he was completely relaxed.
Scott Summers didn't relax often.
He was sure Bobby would tell him that was because of the stick he had up his ass.
But it was much less simple.
They've died together and apart and come back and been possessed and had a hundred little tiny indignities played out on their lives.
Scott Summers loves Jean Grey.
It used to be such a simple concept.
redstarrobot's fault.He sometimes wondered if she understood him like he thought she did. If, perhaps, Jean Grey-Summers lied to herself better than anyone else in the entire galaxy. Or if maybe HE was the one who wasn't perfectly content.
There were times when he thought it was true. Watched her recumbent form while she slept, her hands placed just so, her legs flopped like that, and her hair in disarray on the pillow. Sometimes, he would be curled into her side, one hand on her waist. Mine, he would think. And she would laugh at him. Other times he would sprawl everywhere--and that only happened when he was completely relaxed.
Scott Summers didn't relax often.
He was sure Bobby would tell him that was because of the stick he had up his ass.
But it was much less simple.
They've died together and apart and come back and been possessed and had a hundred little tiny indignities played out on their lives.
Scott Summers loves Jean Grey.
It used to be such a simple concept.