Author's Note: Noticed that there weren't many fics depicting what Jean and Scott really did whenever they weren't off fighting villains or recruiting mutants. First of the many chapters to come. Pre X-Men (2000). So, read, review and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or its characters.

*/.../ means mental conversation.

"..." means normal conversation.

Tick…Tick…Tick

The entire classroom was silent for once, though that probably had to do with the fact that the students were currently having a Calculus test, and not because Scott Summers, or Mr. Summers to the children, had suddenly found some magical way to rein in the students.

Kitty Pryde was still scribbling furiously onto her paper, fingers occasionally flying across her calculator as she typed in the precise figures and triumphantly wrote down the answer. St. John Allerdyce, however, was currently snoring over his desk, and Scott could've sworn he saw a thin line of drool drip down onto his papers. He made a mental note to borrow a pair of surgical gloves from Jean when marking John's test.

The rest of the students were currently divided between sweating over the questions and kissing them in their sleep. Scott shook his head slightly, the paper wasn't that hard. At least, he had thought it was easy when he had set the questions.

/That's because you're the teacher Scott./

/And that's why we give students a few days to do something called studying Jean./

Thank god he had a telepath as a fiancé. It was nice to have mental conversations whenever you were bored. Though it made hiding things from her hell too. Not that Scott had anything in particular he wanted to hide from Jean. He valued his life too much.

/And you better remember that Scott Summers, or you'll be sleeping on the couch./

Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses, glad that the students couldn't see it. Come to think of it, he was glad Jean couldn't see it too.

/I so could see that eye roll Mister./

Giving a mock bow –mentally, of course –, he dramatically sent back his reply. /Oh, I beg you, forgive me, oh Great One. I have erred and deserve any punishment you see fit./

Shivering, he could feel the wicked grin she sent to him. /Oh I will punish you, slave. And I can't wait for you to find out what it is./

Scott gulped. Oh he was in for it this time. Clearing his throat, he didn't notice some of the kids stare up at him quizzically. /Er, I might have exaggerated when I said I deserved any punishment, Jean./

Silence. Oh he was so dead.

He tried once again.

/Jean? Jean darling? Honey pie? Sweetheart? Oh crap./

"Mr. Summers?"

Scott blinked rapidly, focusing his attention onto the person who had called him. Oh god, did they suspect anything? Was he blushing, sweating? Damn, he really shouldn't have zoned out like that. He blamed Jean for it. Speaking of Jean, she still wasn't talking to him. Mentally, of course.

Kitty's brows furrowed. "Are you all right Mr. Summers? We've been calling your name for 5 minutes. We're supposed to hand in our papers now aren't we?"

Everyone was staring up expectantly at him. For probably the 1000th time in his life, Scott thanked whatever power that had decided that sunglasses be a daily requirement (or must, really) for him. Hopefully, they couldn't figure out that he was nervous.

Clearing his throat again, he stood. "All right class, time's up. Bobby, would you mind collecting the papers please? Thank you. And no, John, don't you dare light your paper on fire or I'll make sure you'll be attending remedial classes every day of the week." Ignoring John's groan, he moved on to ensure that everything was in order as Bobby handed him the collected test papers with a grin.

He could see the kids itching to get out of the classroom into the grounds. He smirked, well who was he to torture them so? He had been a kid once, when he didn't need to think about the responsibilities of being the leader of the X-Men and the Professor's heir apparent. Pretending to look through the sheaf of papers yet again, much to the chagrin of the students, he finally looked up and smiled at them.

"All right everyone; you're free to go now."

Even before he finished speaking, Scott had to throw himself back into the wall to avoid the stampede of students as they rushed out to enjoy the rest of the day. Smiling, he shook his head and said goodbye to the remaining few who had lingered to chat about the questions. What would he do without these kids around.

And just as Scott managed to forget his 'punishment' from Jean, he saw his red headed fiancé leaning against the door as she smiled at the students in greeting. He tried to pack his books and whatnot nonchalantly as he became more and more aware of his lover inching closer towards him. Looking up, he was startled as he came to face with her beautiful hazel eyes staring mischievously at him.

He smiled, mouth softening at the sight of her. Pushing her hair back, he pecked her cheek gently and straightened. He was relieved when she smiled back and wound her arms around his neck, thinking that maybe, just maybe she had forgotten about his punishment.

But…He should've known not to push his luck. An audible click sounded through the room, signaling that Jean had telepathically locked the door. And there they were, entwined by his desk. The students were gone, and they were alone. Scott gulped, Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously. So painfully alone.

Jean breathed seductively into his ear, "Scott?"

The fearless leader tried to stop his voice from shaking. "Yes Jean?"

She pulled back and scrutinized him, and Scott felt suddenly like a lab rat ready to be dissected by said doctor. She grinned, and he winced, thinking that she looked so much dangerous than Magneto or any other villain they had faced. In fact, he almost wished he was fighting Magneto now. Oh well.

The curtains on the windows suddenly slid shut, plunging the room into darkness and Scott could only see the bright glint of her hazel eyes gleaming, almost animal-like at him. She lovingly cradled his face in her hands, "You didn't think I had forgotten about your punishment, right?"

He could only shake his head, mute as he mentally prepared himself for whatever Jean was going to put him through. She patted his cheek, "Good, we wouldn't want to get hurt would we?" And without warning, she straddled him and kissed him so hard Scott felt her sucking the breath out of him. Oh boy, he was so dead.

And if the Professor and his students in the classroom 1 floor above were surprised to hear a strangled yell, well, it was the Xavier Mansion full of mutants. Things were bound to happen. And the Professor shrugged as he resumed his lecture of the human mind to a room of students who were frantically writing down notes, not hearing the subsequent little screams that could be heard the entire afternoon. Only one thought absent-mindedly crossed through his mind, and honestly, he wasn't all that wrong.

Children.