Towels and Steam
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. And I'm not making any money off of this.
Summary: Jean thinks the mansion is empty. So does Scott. They run into a rather...akward situation. Rated PG-13 for mild language and slight...nakedness. Very short.
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'Ah.' Jean thought. 'Nothing like starting the day with a warm shower.' she smiled to herself. She loved Saturdays when she had the mansion to herself. Scott had a soccer game, and everyone else was gone on a training mission. The Professor had decided to give herself and Scott a break, so once he got home, she would spend the rest of the evening with Scott. But for now, she was blissfully alone. Or so she thought...
She wrapped one towel around her head like a turban and another around her torso, then she headed for the door thinking about fuzzy, flannel PJs and hot cocoa. She flung the bathroom door open, and what she saw on the other side made her heart stop in her chest.
It was Scott. It was Scott half naked. Standing there staring and holding a towel around his waist. Apparently he had gotten home from his soccer game earlier than expected and was under the misconception that Jean had gone on the mission with the others. His mouth opened and closed as though he wanted to say something but somehow his vocal chords weren't working. Finally he let out a strangled squeak and stopped trying.
Jean's mind had totally blanked. Here she was, standing in the hall with Scott, naked. True, they each had towels covering their more...vital parts, but still...Jean crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled,
"Sorry if there's no hot water left..." then she shuffled passed Scott who seemed cemented to the floor. Before she could stop it, a truly evil thought entered her mind.
'No.' She thought . 'Absolutely not. It's not right.' then she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes falling on Scott's backside. She grinned viciously. 'Aw hell, you only live once!' with that, she reached out and snatched Scott's towel.