Hearts 1Disclaimer: All X-men used in this story belong solely to Marvel and no 
one
may make a profit out of it.

Notes: I'm not really sure where this story took place( I mean it never took
place anyway...) but I'm trying to fit it in a place when Gambit has just
recovered from the after-effects of Rogue's kiss in X-men #45 so Rogue is
not around. Also, some of the X-men are away. *grin* Send all comments to
gamine@post1.com
***WARNING: MAY BE SEXUALLY EXPLICIT IN CERTAIN WAYS. YOU'VE HAD YOUR
WARNING****
 
Wild Hearts (1/3)
by Gamine
Jean Grey Summers lay sprawled carelessly on the bed. One long perfectly
shaped leg was casually crossed over the otter leg, which was just as
perfectly shaped as its partner. Her silk negligee was draped over her, just
barely covering her underwear. Jean Grey Summers aka Phoenix was deep in
thought. Her emerald green eyes stared unblinkingly at the sky blur ceiling.
Jean was lonely and it was a good time to think her life over. She had
once been Marvel Girl, then possessed by the Phoenix force and so many other
things happened. It was hardly a normal life, even by mutant standards.
Cyclops was out on a mission. Scott, the love of her life. Scott, someone no
one could ever replace if he ever died. Scott, the one and only man she had
ever loved since she entered the X-men, He was not as charming as the any of
the original X-men, not as handsome, not the richest or the smartest. He was
always second to all the other original X-men. Cyclops, however, possessed a
strong loyalty to whoever he trusted, his loyalty being his joy and his
sorrow. His loyalty was unwavering, fierce and he believed strongly in the
dream.
Jean had always thought this being enough for her. His undying love,
pledged loyalty and his heart to her. Somehow, she had convinced herself
that it had been more than sufficient. What else could a woman want more
than a loving husband?

Until now, she had always thought herself lucky to possess an undying
love that not everyone could proudly say they possessed as well. Tonight,
the suppressed wild side of her emerged. Marvel Girl in her youth, full of
energy, life and the true Jean in her. The side that had been hidden,
suppressed in an effort to live up to her husband's reaction. Cyclops had
always been the perfect person. Excellent morals, perhaps too morally
uptight for his own good.
Jean on the other hand, of course had her morals but she was not too
quick to judge people by whether they lived up to her moral code. Abruptly,
she stopped thinking. Somehow, something in her just decided she had enough
with Cyclops. She wasn't even physically satisfied with Cyclops. True he was
well-built, but so were all the other X-men. Cyclops made love just like the
way he lived his life. Meticulously, careless, controlled and basically,
just boring. Hardly the perfect lover for anyone.
Frustrated, Jean jumped out of her bed. Suddenly, she didn't like her
husband so much. Slipping on her bedroom slippers, she silently shut the
door behind her. She padded down the stairs, avoiding the creaky ones
carefully. 
Swiftly removing the psychic shield that blocked out others' thoughts to
her, she let the thoughts of others in the X-mansion flow to her. She felt
Warren and Psylocke's passion as they laughed and joked in their bedroom.
She longed for their ease with each other. The ease of lover to lover
confiding in each other. The strange but essential ease she and Cyclops
lacked in their relationship. Brushing the thought of her husband aside, she
focused her attention again.
Storm was at peace with herself. She was humming to herself as the velvet
sky overhead glittered with tiny silver stars. Jean sensed the love that was
hidden behind the smooth, cool exterior of Storm. The warm passionate love
she had for Forge. Again, the love that bonded two souls together.
Switching her attention, she sensed someone's dark brooding thoughts.
Someone lonely like her. Someone lacking in the companionship of his
beloved. She could see his memories of Rogue smiling on him. 
He sat alone on the rooftop, his surface thoughts easily read by a
telepath of her calibre. Such loneliness she had never felt before. Such
strong emotions that they threatened to overwhelm her. Yet such deep love
for a woman. His slim but powerful body was hunched over, his legs crossed.
He was hugging them to himself tightly.
Alone. With need for love. With an overpowering need to end this loneliness. 
Jean closed her eyes and revelled in the knowledge that she was not the
only one who was lonely that night.
To be continued............................