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Post by scott on Nov 4, 2010 17:35:01 GMT 2
"Hmm it sounds good Jean, I think it sounds as a plan."He said. "But it was nice to see how you boil water."He said grinning a bit. "I can do that you know, it is something I CAN do."He said as he looked how. "So who told you to cook like that, I have missed so much and now I can see and try to see you cook."He said as he smiled.
He then heard about the desert. "Yeah me desert, and if that isn't working, then I am your desert for today."He said. "And you can't bite me, so you know that already, you can't eat me."Scott said as his mind showed a image of Jean biting him. He shivered a bit but also with a grin as he got out of the image waiting what she would do.
OOC: If we can do it then yes, else just keep further here.
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Post by phoenix on Nov 4, 2010 17:57:02 GMT 2
"There is a student here name Grace. It surprising, I know, but I am teachable you know? I don’t always have to be the teacher, sometimes I’m the student." There was a lot more meaning behind that statement than Jean originally thought. Perhaps being the teacher isn’t always the best way to approach things. For some strange reason, being with Scott opened a whole new side of her and she knew it was because of love. It made her say and do strange things.
"Scott, you’ll always be my desert. Everyone knows it is the best part of the meal" She replied, but got an image from his mind. Somewhere inside her, Jean got the urge to do exactly that. It was a very un-Jean thing to do, but it passed by her conscious and pushed her to move on that instinct. Because it was the fiery creature’s cravings, it was insisting her to indulge on the emotions she felt.
She pressed her lips against his, more than just a gentle kiss, but pulled away quickly. There was a grin written on her face, a pleasant smile that has been missing for months, but returned just has Scott did. "I’m afraid you can’t get your desert until you make me mine…and I mean food."
[Ooc: I’m pretty sure we can. We can just assume they went to the kitchen and continue on in this thread. Or actually move to the Kitchen board. It doesn’t matter to me.]
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Post by scott on Nov 5, 2010 17:40:39 GMT 2
"Same for me really Jean, I still can learn from my students."He said as he looked to her. He looked to her as he thought about everything he had done in his life, and he found other ways then just the teaching method as he smiled. His love told him stuff that aren't just for anyone. His teahcing methods changed and so did his love for Jean grow.
"Hmm so I am the desert, and why aren't you my desert then."He asked as he pulled her closer as he grinned. He looked to her as he could feel Jean had the same image as he had. See I told you, you even love me to bite me. He thought as he grinned knowing that she could read it. He then looked into her eyes trying to find what it showed.
"I can't get the desert, but I need to make food and then you are my desert. 'He said. "What happened with the Italian food, just want to skip that?" He asked laughing a bit. "well let's go then."He said as he opened the door for her.
[OOC: Just keep it here then, I guess that is better]
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Post by phoenix on Nov 5, 2010 18:02:57 GMT 2
Jean accepted his offer to move down in the kitchen. As she passed by him, she gave him a sly but noticeable wink. Her finger lingered as she caressed his jaw line, but grinned as she made her way to the kitchen. It has been awhile since she actually cooked in the kitchen, but everything seemed to come back as she gathered the ingredients by levitating them out of cupboards and from drawers. She gathered water into a pot and began to boil it on the stove. She was so focused on her work; Jean didn’t give Scott her undivided attention until she dropped pasta in the boiling water.
Turing to Scott, she walked up to him and smiled. "Now once we are finished eating, what sort of desert were you planning to make?" Jean asked, enjoying their time together already. I do hope you are hungry because I’m making plenty of it.
"Oh and you get to be the first one to try my secret sauce." She replied, hoping it comes out just as delicious as when Grace made it for her.
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Post by scott on Nov 5, 2010 18:48:27 GMT 2
Scott followed Jean to the Kitchen as she felt her soft hand touching his jaw line. He smiled as he followed her. He saw has was starting to cook and get the ingredients from the cupboards as she was so happy with it. Scott smiled as he opened a cook book, grabbing stuff for the desert. He grabbed the ice machine as he pulled the stuff in it, to make some italian ice. He hoped she would like it, and it was the first time, he made something.
He smiled as she came to him. "I am going to make it now as you can see, since it need to freeze for awhile."He said as he grinned. Once the machine was done he put it into the freezer top. He picked a bit from it as he gave his finger to Jean so she could taste if it was ok.
"Try it, I won't bite."He said grinning as he heard about the sauce. "hmm it sounds already nice."He said with a smile on his face.
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Post by phoenix on Nov 5, 2010 19:20:50 GMT 2
Jean noticed he was already on his own mission to make his portion of the meal. She looked over, her curiosity perked up when he began to run ingredients into the ice machine. When he offered a free example, a gentle smiled tugged at her lips as she tasted the sweet Italian ice. It was delicious and the red-head nodded with approval. She stepped up, and pressed her lips against his. When she claimed his lips, giving him a sweet and tender kiss, Jean passed her fingers through his hair.
There was a hunger, but for something entirely different. It was close to consuming her when Jean began to nip at his lips gently. The moment intensified, but ended too quickly as the water on the stove came to a boil.
Jean pulled away, for the first time in a while blushing a crimson color. She excused herself from Scott and made her way to the stove, thoughts of Scott and everything running through her mind. Trying to make herself busy to ignore them, she collected ingredients from the fridge and cupboards, making the secret sauce Grace taught her. Only a few minutes would pass, but Jean finished their dinner and began to set the table. Normally the table would seat ten or more people, but with only two of them, she placed the dishes accompanied by fire-lit candles.
"Dinner is ready and I thought it might be nice." Jean finally spoke, referring to the candles. Everything was set and she felt proud cooking an exotic dish.
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Post by scott on Nov 5, 2010 21:38:26 GMT 2
Scott felt her lips on his finger as he gave a smile knowing it was good Italian ice. He looked to her as she then felt her lips again. Scott smiled as all the kisses of Jean were full of passion and this was one again, he felt her hands through his hair as he smiled knowing that he should kiss back again. When the water started to boil, she stopped the kiss as he followed her.
He pulled his hands around her waist as he kissed her neck, knowing she was too busy with cooking, but he could always try. When she was putting the table, he gave a soft nod and smiled looking to the candles. "Oh romantic, you know how to hit my heart."he said as he smiled. He did this always to Jean, at least he always brought her to restaurant.
"ohh it is nice, don't worry. 'He said with a smile as he looked to her. He walked to the chiar of Jean, holding it for her to sit.
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Post by phoenix on Nov 5, 2010 21:57:34 GMT 2
When Scott wrapped his arms around her, the display of affection did not go unnoticed as she smirked at his attempts. Once the table set and Scott pulled out a chair for her, she accepted it. "Thank-you," she replied, feeling somewhat special being the center of his attention. The food was served and she looked down at her creation, hoping it taste good as when she first tried it.
"This brings back a lot of memories," Jean commented. Many dates and special occasions were spent out on romantic candle-lit dinners, it just seemed so long the two of the spent a night without being surrounded by some sort of people.
"How is it?" After a few minutes, she asked Scott about the pasta. "You can be brutally honest with me. I understand home-ec isn’t my forte, but I do hope it suits your taste."
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Post by scott on Nov 5, 2010 22:06:34 GMT 2
Scott looked to her as she didn't take the attempts. She is a smart lady. He thought as he looked to her. He put her on the chair and seated himself as he looked to her. He gave a soft smile as he took a first bite of the Pasta. "Hmm it is pasta, it is a sauce, what is so special about it."He said with a grin on his face, teasing her a bit.
"Yes it does, and I want to have many more with you Jean."He said as he gave a smile thinking about all the images. He gave a soft smile as he took another bite, feeling the Italian flavor. "Ok I will be honest, I think you done wonderful, it tastes good, if you have put love in it."He said as he gave another smile. "So once we are done, we still need the desert."Scott said. "I think that will be your taste, because you done my taste."He said.
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Post by phoenix on Nov 5, 2010 22:38:38 GMT 2
Jean had a moment where she beamed with pride once Scott complimented her on the dinner. But his remark brought a playful pout to her lips. "Scott Summer!" She laughed, but tried her best to appear stern. The act, however, fell into pieces as a mischievous smirk appeared on her lively features. Her green eyes sparkled with amusement as she innocently looked down on her plate. "It’s special because I get to do this!" She replied, flicking her fork that was loaded with noodles, so the pasta would fly, in Scott’s direction.
She didn’t waste time to see if her ammo came in contact with her target. Jean dashed from her seat and stood directly behind her husband, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "After that remark, you shouldn’t be allowed to have any desert at all." Her voice rang with laughter, as she teased him.
She raced to the kitchen, knowing that the Italian ice he made probably wasn’t ready or fully frozen. But having fun spending time with Scott, it really didn’t matter. She took out what he made from the freezer, and proudly tasted the sweet flavor of the desert. In attempts of keeping the ice away from her husband, she childishly held it behind her back to contain him from reaching it.
During her moment of victory, the smile never left her face. Scott brought back the old Jean many thought was lost long ago.
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Post by scott on Nov 6, 2010 7:07:30 GMT 2
Scott Summers looked to Jean as she kinda said his name. "What I didn't do anythign wrong."He said as he laughed with her. A smirk appeared as he knew what happened with that. He just grinned. He saw the pasta heading his way as he tasted it . Knowing that he liked it very much. "Thank you."He said as he looked how Jean got behind him.
Scott looked at Jean when she made that comment. "How about, you just become my desert then."He said grinning as he walked up. He saw how Jean grabbed the Ice from the fridge as he pulled his arms around her waist as he grabbed the ice. At least parts of it as he put his finger in front of her. "I still have ice you know."He said a bit childish to tease her.
He smiled as something brought Jea back and he liked it, his old Jean was there and he hoped it was there forever.
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Post by phoenix on Nov 6, 2010 15:05:02 GMT 2
Jean was pleased that he enjoyed his treat. When he pointed a finger in her direction with a dripping ice, Jean raised an eye brow in tender response. She bit his finger in playful mockery, teasing him as he was teasing her. Surely, this game could go on forever if someone didn’t submit. But her prize for stealing the Italian ice wasn’t the desert itself, but the man in front of her. She nipped at him for a few seconds, before devouring the sweet tasting ice. She deviously smirked at him, now that his treat was gone.
"What are you going to do now?" Jean asked impishly. "Now that your entire ice is melted, what do you have to say now?"
She set the once frozen desert on the counter; it now became a smooth liquid. Jean turned towards Scott, and looked up to his ruby quartz glasses. "You know, that movie seems like a better idea each minute..." She whispered gently, coming very close to him, but stopped midway right before their lips touched.
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Post by scott on Nov 13, 2010 6:44:48 GMT 2
Scott felt how she teased him. It was a endless game of going forth and back. But he didn't mind that. He could play days with Jean, just to have fun with her. He kissed her cheek as he heard about what we should do. "Hm that is a good question, dear Jean."He said as he grinned. "Since you stole the ice, and made it so wet."He said. "It should be time for your punishment."He said as he pulled her close, as he rubbed her back.
He saw her getting closer as he heard about the movie. "Since you want it, then why don't you just come and enjoy it."He said a he grinned. He pulled her a bit further, so she could kiss him, as he lead her to her bedroom.
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