I'll say this picture of Jean and Wolverine makes a lot of sense now.
Jean and Scott's relationship is now in complete shambles and disarray since Scott didn't realize Jean was replaced by a clone and led a happy life with Madelyn and even had a child with her! This has driven a HUGE wedge between this Marvel power couple and I'm not sure if they'll be able to get through or over it?
This will definitely lead to a break up or at least a temporary break from each other, but Jean will still need someone to lean on. It's going to be a long journey for her to adjust being back with the X-Men and her whole life for that matter after everything was ripped away.
With her and Scott over for the time being, it's obvious this whole experience will bring Jean and Logan closer together. He'll be there for her when Scott can't. He'll accept and help Jean through this difficult process and won't EVER leave her side and if that's the case, then it's obvious the love triangle between Scott-Jean-Wolverine will become even more intense then it ever was before!
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Y QUE EL VERANO NUNCA SE ACABE.
unbeta'd sanemi drabble from last year that i never posted. i miss summer</3
Time takes a different shape when one just doesn’t care about anything else; minutes take the form of hours, and hours take the form of days without nights. Moreover, the sun feels so good on one’s skin with a pinch of a warm breeze, submerged in the silence of a deserted beach and the calm of the fairly quiet waves. If you’re sweating, you don’t mind, all for the sake of getting a bit more of the sun’s beautiful, warm light.
Because, then, if you feel too hot, there’s nothing more perfect than to wash the heat away with the sea.
When you open your eyes, you can’t believe once again that you’re in this place, in this moment: the water’s tinted a saturated orange, the sun looking as if it was ready to sink one of its many legs into the water, as if he knew as much as you do that the water is just ideal today.
With a faint blow of the wind, the scent of the sunscreen on your body dances into your nostrils. You can feel the heat crawling to your soles as your feet sink into the aureate sand with every step you take. One of the multiple droplets of sweat on your skin slightly tickles you as it slides down from your chest down to your abdomen. Finally, before you know it, the water is kissing your toes.
It’s just a delicious feeling.
No second thoughts, you walk further into the water, letting it envelop you little by little, inch by inch, until the right moment comes: a wave threatening to break right in front of you is enough invitation to just jump into it, and once again soak yourself whole. Another moment of perfection comes then: your eyes closed, the muffled sound of the waves stretching to the shore, the sound of your body swimming through the water. If the water wasn’t full of salt, you’d consider opening your eyes to see how beautiful the subaquatic world is.
And then you get out, filling your lungs with air once again. Now, it feels like the temperature’s dropped by a few degrees, but it doesn’t take much for the sun to reach you and kiss your skin once more, filling you with warmth again.
“One day we’ll live here if you wanna.”
Strong arms envelop your form from behind, and when his skin touches yours, his heat irradiates through your skin.
“You’re hot!” You point out, but he has no intention of backing away from you.
“Yeah?” He teases, burying his head on the crook of your neck. “That’s rich coming from you. You wouldn’t have said shit like that to me a few months ago.”
“I wasn’t talking about you…”
“You weren’t?” He retorts, teasingly nibbling on the skin of your neck, before sucking on it, knowing that spot is one of your most sensitive ones.
“H-hey, not… here… someone could-”
He turns you around, his face showing how much he actually cares, by the way he raises a nonexistent eyebrow. A smirk stretches over his lips. A palm placed on the small of your back brings you closer to him. “Like I fuckin’ care if there’s someone.”
“No, really, wait…” You say, unable to conceal your giggles while you try to free yourself from such a strong grip like Sanemi’s, thinking that you actually can. Not even making an effort to keep you in place, apart from his constant grip on you —his hand now having lowered to the soft, plushy skin of your ass, he inches closer to you.
“You tell me that after you’ve been walking around all day in that..?” And by that he refers to the bikini you’re wearing, one of his fingers hooks beneath the strap at your hips and tugs at it, letting it slap back against your skin.
“I don’t think so.” He chuckles.
“But, i-it’s what you wear to the beach.” You bite your lip, no longer trying to put some distance between you both. Your hands still on his hot, glistening chest, and that minx-like look in your eyes, pretty eyes looking up to him, like this isn’t exactly what you wanted.
Sanemi inches closer to your lips, practically brushing against them.
“Doesn’t mean you didn’t got me wanting to fuck you all day.”
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