Peter looked at Jean and frowned, “After ignoring me for months you want to have sex on the moon?”
Jean sighed and nodded, “Peter, I uh-”
Peter raised a hand, “Jean, no. I've been worried sick about you. I get that it's weird with so many, I get that I can be selfish and want more, but this. It's been months and nothing. Not a call, just a small ‘I’m fine’ and that's it. Nothing else. So no.” He turned and the harness powered up. The small thrusters pushed him back towards the door.
“Because I'm not her. And I’m afraid you won't like the me I am now,” she yelled.
Peter was almost at the airlock door when he stopped, “and you didn’t give me a chance to find out or not. I get it, being afraid, I always was, of Flash, of losing my aunt, of losing everything. I know what that fear is like Jean, but-” but his lips were sealed by hers, and she swam in her powers towards him.
“I love you,” and she held onto him and wept, “I love you so much it hurts. Helios feels it, not her affecting me but me making her love you too. I've always loved you, Peter, and always wanted to be with you, no matter what the professor did to my mind. No matter what anyone says I love you and I'm afraid.”
Peter raised an eyebrow, “Afraid of losing me so you avoid me for months?”
“I uh, I've been watching you. My powers are strong enough that I can tune into a mind even up here. I watched you fight the Sentinels, I watched you eat with your family, and tease Yelena. I even helped Emma stop Red, I was always with you Peter.”
“Yeah, that's a bit weird,” but in reality, Peter didn't mind. With his powers, he had to actively tune things out or he got a lot more than anyone realised. He interrupted MJ and Wanda after hearing them discuss asking to join, and after Cindy was unbonded he took time to tune out what happened in her home after hearing her enjoying herself, and finally, he went for a really really long walk after he heard his mom quietly ask Curt if he wanted to christen the pool, and the noises that followed would haunt his nightmares until the end of time.
A lot of what went on in the warehouse was tuned out so everyone had some semblance of privacy, especially now that Eddie and Cindy were staying there. It was one reason they had decided to move everything into the second warehouse and keep the main one for family homes only.
Looking over at the nervous and hesitant Jean he sighed, “So? What do we do now? I mean, nervous Jean is kinda the same as regular Jean, You don't seem all that different to me.”
Jean nodded, “all the professor's stitching is gone, there are no limits to my powers or my personality, and uh, yeah. I,” and her shoulders slumped, “gah stop making this so hard. I mean, I wanted to have a nice date and then sex and instead, we’re having a huge discussion about feelings. Could you not just,” and Jean made a circle with one hand and slid her finger in and out of it with the other,
“Yeah, sorry, You get responsible ‘not going to do that’ Peter. Emma met him too, and Shuri. Jean, This is a big thing, that's ten, not just for fun but ten actual people who live and love and share a life. Ten who one day will walk down a big ass aisle in Wakanda and then fight a big legal battle back home cause screw us. This isn't a joke, and it's not a fling.”
Jean yelled, “I don't want a fling, I wanted a romantic walk on the fucking moon and then to have that dick pound me till I scream.”
At her admission, even Peter’s eyes widened in surprise.
Jean let out a heavy breath, “I wanted a fucking date, I have a small dome about a mile from here with a blanket and a small picnic. I have oils and Gwen's creams. I have a bottle of nice wine and some snacks. I had everything planned. I want you, I want your pants off, and I want what you fucking promised me.” Jean said forcefully as she prodded Peter in the chest, “So stop fucking it up!”
Peter had been staring at Jean the entire time. She might have control of her powers but the bright red and orange-tinged phoenix aura she projected when her powers were active had taken a darker red tone and was edged with black.
“Jean, uh, please calm down,” Peter said, floating away from her, “We can talk about this.”
Jean screamed, “I don't want to talk. Why, Why not me? Why everyone else but not me!” and the aura became darker,
“Why not you? You’re making a big deal out of it. And the goth Jean? Sexy but trying not to piss my pants here.” he joked as Jean's hair, normally a bright red colour, was starting to turn black as well. It was all fun and games, but while Jean seemed to be uncaring, he was painfully aware they were on the moon's surface, and he really didn't want to find out if his armour would protect him or not if she suddenly abandoned him.
“It's not a big deal? The fine, give me what I want, right here, right now. No backing off. Fuck me, Pete. Show me you’re mine.” Jean grabbed him, pulling him up from the surface and Helios spread over her, tinged darker, almost as black as his own armour before vanishing completely.
She touched him, and he felt his own clothing ripple and vanish as she pressed her powers against his.
As his trousers disappear her hand went down and traced a finger down his length, “mine,” and circling his cock she gently stroked him, ”all mine.”
With no gravity, she spun and was upside down, and as the view of her shaven and wet slit neared his face he felt her lips slide up his cock and she took him in its entirety into her mouth.
Peter was torn, the sensations coming from his groin were amazing, and he knew Jean was heightening his emotions but it was still terrifying to be now not just on the moon but actually in space
I love you, Pete. Ever since I saw you, it's always been you. Peter felt a blast of emotion, a turmoil of love, anguish, longing, and fear all rolled into one, tinged by anger. Now fucking tongue me!
Peter had to laugh at Jean's forcefulness and he felt her throat vibrate as he obliged, his tongue found her clit first and then made its way up and down, she replied to his actions by gripping him closer and letting her tongue swirl around the tip of his cock while he let his lips brush over her clit and used his tongue to circle her wet entrance.
Pete, it's not, please, inside, before I.
She pushed back and they floated apart before she righted herself to face him and slid forwards, he took her in his arms and while kissing her guided himself inside.
FUCK!!! She screamed into the vacuum and her aura flared, a deep red colour, edged with the blackness that even blotted out the stars before she shook once more and her hair burst into crimson red and the whole sky was filled with a giant firebird.
She held him, whispering, “I love you,” over and over, feeling his warmth inside her finally. To match her, he let himself tip over, and a hot stream of cum filled her. As he felt her grip his length she held onto him, as the giant Phoenix spread its wings in the void of space and she echoed its cry, with each spurt her aura flared, growing brighter and brighter, until as she gently kissed his neck and just held onto him their mutual orgasms faded.
Kissing him, she wrapped her legs around him and began to gently move her hips, her hands sat on his shoulders as she leaned back, and with their perfect size Peter dipped his head and began to nibble and lick at her nipples.
With one hand on the small of her back, the other was free to squeeze and play with the other breasts, and his thumb brushed over her nipples and his tongue worked on the first. While gentle at first, Jean's movements became erratic, and she was more impaling herself onto him than grinding. Moving his hands down to her hips he reciprocated and as she slid down he pushed forwards, thrusting as far into her as he could.
She was gone, her eyes fluttered as once more she came and filled her again they were spared the light show. With one final push, he felt the back of her insides, the tip of his cock and she locked her legs around him, please, right inside, please.
It was impossible, with her legs locked around his waist for him to do anything else and he obliged. Grabbing her ass he thrust as far into her as he could and let his orgasm match hers. His cum flowed as it spurted into her and filled her, small globules dripping free and floating off into the void.
Helios squealed in pleasure as he filled her as well, and she drank him in, more, more, she shouted, we wish to know him, and this time Peter felt his power connect to Jeans and with permission he shared himself with her fully.
Jean held onto him, letting not just the orgasm but the knowledge flow. She cried when she felt his turmoil at school, his acceptance of his powers and the hesitancy of the situation at the warehouse.
Hmph, never even gave me a second glance, she huffed in his mind, as she found his memories of her. The tall redhead with the massive boobs dating that asshole jock was Peter's opinion of her but she laughed as he felt guilty. Not all love is requited, and you had enough problems.
But Peter felt her as well, the bond went both ways. She felt her grief at her parents, her isolation as she was told she was dangerous, and to Peter, she was the same as him. Isolated, fearful of everything, the reasons were different but the outcome was the same. He felt her attraction to him, the sympathy at Flash’s relentless torment, and the failed attempt to use her powers, and the guilt that followed.
Scott wasn’t her first love, he was, and she never forgot him. They had just always missed their chance. If Peter had asked, she would have said yes, but Flash made him afraid of everyone. If she had approached, she would have found new friends, but the professor made her wary. The professor had sealed it away, fearing she would lose control with someone who couldn't understand her true power.
Fear had almost driven two people apart, and connected, bathing in each other's love they no longer felt afraid. Peter moved and Jean gasped as he slid free from her, but he brought her close and kissed her,
“I love you, and I am sorry. We could have been so much more,” but before he could reply, she wrapped her arms around him and held onto him, “but we will, we will.” and they held each other, before kissing and separating. Jean held out her hand and they turned to see the Earth beneath them.
Floating in space, they had drifted a distance from the moon but the Earth was a huge green and blue marble in their presence, It was breathtakingly beautiful and something Peter had never imagined he would see. Spoiled only by a slight blinking, a dot flashed as it passed through the light of the Earth.
“Uh, you think any satellites can see us?” and Peter motioned to them, still naked and floating, “I mean, we did just kinda explode the night sky over uh?” and as Peter peered at the globe he saw the shape of Africa below them, “oh, yeah. That might be an issue.”
Chapter 300 Celebration Scene.
Hank had been worried all day. The cloning process had gone fine, and with the new machines copying Charles's powers, the mind transfer was successful as well.
What had him worried though was Wade. He wanted to call himself Deadpool after a complete physical had revealed his powers were a mix of various other Augments collected by Shaw, and while he was annoying to be around for more than a few minutes, it was his way of getting under your skin that bothered Hank more than anything.
As he sat at his computer he sighed and called up the search engine. He remembered Wade's supposedly cutting remark, that when Hank stared at him blank-faced, Wade seemed quite upset. As he paused slightly, he didn't know if he should search for what Wade said, and with grim determination began to type.
What is a furry?
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 That last line. One hell of a one-liner thanks needed a laugh 😂.
Now the question is,
Has he ascended of descended?
Hank, NO
Hank run that’s a rabbit hole you can’t come back from