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"Good evening, Mr. Summers."

Scott didn't look behind to see her, kept his eyes on the Blackbird's dashboard instead, and smiled. "Good evening, Ms. Grey."

Jean smiled, walked towards the pilot seat where Scott was sitting in his pajamas, and knelt beside the seat. "What on earth are you doing here at this time of the night?"

"Couldn't sleep."

"Well, I didn't see you next to me on the bed, so I kinda figured that for myself" she teased, and Scott reached for a strand of her hair to give it a little tug.

"You're up, too."

"True" she looked down and smiled, "It's too hot to sleep."

"Yeah. But it has it's merits, though. It's not always I find you sleeping naked" Scott said, and smiled when a faint blush spread across her cheeks.

"You'd notice."

"I would notice" he said, slid his hand on the back of her neck, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. She looked up at him, got up and sat on his lap.

"It's cooler here" Jean said, stroking the arm that was fondling her neck. The other went around her waist to keep her from falling off.

"Yeah. And it never hurts to check up on it" Scott said, but he wasn't interested in the Blackbird anymore. He was too busy looking at the button on the shirt Jean wore. She had taken one of his shirts, and the two top buttons were left open. He could see a hint of the curve of her breast beneath. His hand moved from her neck, and to the button, which he stroked for a moment before opening it. He slid his hand inside to cup the breast, and he leaned in to kiss her neck.

"It's getting hot in here, too" Jean chuckled, but her own hands were moving through Scott's hair, and her head was thrown back.

"Like you mind."

"Well, I... Ah!" she felt his teeth nipping the flesh on her neck, and then his tongue to soothe it. She reluctantly pulled away to look at him, her eyebrow rising up. "Getting a bit excited there, are we?"

"You excite me. What is a man supposed to do?" he shrugged. She got up, and sat down on his lap again, this time straddling his legs.

"I can think of a few things" she purred, and kissed him, hard and deep, grinding her crotch against his for emphasis. He grunted, took a hold of her hips to lift her up for a moment, enough to get his pajama pants down enough to free himself, and reached up along her inner thigh.

She was wearing nothing but the shirt. He broke the kiss and pulled back to see her smiling knowingly at him. "Surprised?"

"What if somebody would've seen you?" he asked, though he was no more worried than she was. He lowered her down, just enough to rub the tip of his cock against her wet sex.

"Everyone's asleep. Scott..." she sighed, and lowered herself on him. His arms went around her, moved on her back, and she bent down to kiss him just as they began rocking up and down. She braced herself on the back of the seat with one hand, while the other gripped his hair firmly but gently.

She didn't need to move anymore, since Scott was doing all the work. He kept thrusting himself into her with an increasing rhythm, with his hands firmly on her hips. She moved both her hands to his hair, and bent down to lick his lips, and moaned when he got a hold of her tongue with his own, then reached up to kiss her more fully.

"God, Jean!" Scott yelled as he slammed into her, his seed shooting into her, just as she screamed and he felt her constrict around his cock, milking everything from him.

They gasped for breath, holding each other tight. Nothing could be heard except their breaths and the occasional beep from the Blackbird's computer.

"The heat doesn't bother me so much anymore" she whispered to him. She felt him smile against her neck.