X-Men, movie-verse
Scott/Logan
Secret's out. Jean is NOT impressed. Prof X is amused. Logan is strangely overprotective.

"And you didn't tell me this, why?!" Jean demanded, tapping her elegantly clad foot against the hardwood floor of the professor's office in an angry tap-tap-tap rhythm as she waited for one of the men to answer her; preferably her husband.

"Jean," Logan began awkwardly.

No such luck.

"Jean," He began again with more confidence, unconsciously shielding Scott behind him. "It's not that big a deal…"

"Not that big a deal?" She hissed. "Not that big a DEAL?!"

Scott shrugged helplessly, cowered by his wife's ire. "It's just a car… and it's such a small scratch. I'm sure Marie or one of the other girls could fix it with their nail polish…"

Jean scowled. "You owe me… you both owe me. What the hell were you two doing grinding your keys against my car anyway?"

Both men looked down guiltily.

"Never mind, I don't want to know. Just fix it." She demanded fiercely, turning on her heel and storming out of the office.

The two men trailed after her in relieved but guilty pardon. Professor Xavier smirked to himself. If Jean was this upset about them messing up her car, then he could only imagine how she would react when she found out her husband and her crush were messing around with each other.

And in her car no less.