Scott Summers awoke tangled in sweaty cum stained sheets. He and Jean had fucked many times before but she was like a different woman. He reached over to stroke his wife's red hair but came up empty.
Cyclops opened his eyes beneath his viser and saw that he was alone. Jean had gone and left him alone with the window open. He staggered from the bed and found a note left on the table in his suite.
"Thanks for the fun, you're a good ride Mr. Summers. Know your seed won't go to waste."
It was signed with a kiss in blue lipstick.
The handwriting wasn't Jean's and he had a horrible sinking suspicion that he'd done something horribly wrong. The only thing to do now... was make it right.
He pulled out his communicator and signaled the team. |