In the heart of every storm, there is a calm that anchors. For Scott Summers, that calm is Rory Nicks. She is his guiding light, the one who brings clarity to his often chaotic world. With every glance and every touch, she weaves a tapestry of hope...
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Logan's eyes blazed with determination. "Then send me up," he insisted. Rory glanced at him like he was crazy, but Logan was resolute. "If I don't make it, you can still blast the damn thing."
Scott exhaled, his expression grim. "Alright. Jean, keep him steady."
"Hang on to something," Storm warned as she summoned a powerful gust of wind to lift Logan. At the same time, Jean used her telekinesis to stabilize him as he rose. The team watched anxiously as Logan ascended, only to be stopped midair by Magneto.
"Scott, wait!" Rory cried out urgently as she saw Scott preparing to fire his visor.
"Rory, it's the only way," Scott said, his voice steady.
"Give him a second!" Rory pleaded, her eyes desperate.
"I have a shot, and I'm taking it," Scott said firmly. With no hesitation, he fired his optic blast directly at the statue's torch.
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Scott wasn't lying about having the shot. Rory gently helped Rouge walk onto the platform of the blackbird. Scott and Jean followed closely behind with Logan who had eerie purple splits across his face that were beginning to heal.
She sighed as Scott and Storm took their usual seats, beginning to drift off from the overexertion of energy.
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The Blackbird touched down on the mansion grounds in the early morning hours. Exhausted but relieved, Scott and Rory made their way back to their shared room.
As they entered their room, Rory turned to Scott with a hopeful smile. "I have a surprise for you. I thought we could use a little downtime after all this."
Scott raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "A surprise? What did you have in mind?"
Rory grinned and headed to a hidden compartment in their closet. She pulled out a small box wrapped in colorful paper and handed it to Scott. "Open it."
Scott looked at the box, his expression a mix of intrigue and fatigue. He carefully unwrapped it to reveal a collection of homemade spa essentials: bath salts, face masks, and a handwritten note that read, "For a relaxing night in. Love, Rory."
Scott's eyes softened as he looked at Rory. "You went through all this trouble?"
Rory shrugged, a playful glint in her eye. "Figured we could use a little pampering. Besides, I thought it might be a nice way to unwind."
In as soon as a few minutes, their room was transformed into a cozy spa. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow, and the soothing music Rory had chosen played gently in the background. Scott was pleasantly surprised by the transformation and couldn't help but smile as Rory set up the spa essentials.
"Alright, Mr. Summers," Rory said, handing him a fluffy robe. "Time for some much-needed relaxation."
Scott took the robe, chuckling. "This is actually pretty amazing."
They spent the next hour applying face masks, laughing at their mirrored appearances, and trading gentle banter. Rory had even managed to make some homemade cucumber water, adding to the authentic spa experience.
As they finished, Scott looked at Rory with genuine appreciation. "This was exactly what we needed. I couldn't ask for a more attentive girlfriend. I mean, where else am I going to find a girl that will willingly paint my nails?"
Rory smiled, leaning in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad you liked it. Also, didn't I ask you just a few days go to paint your nails?"
Scott chuckled lightly, "I was hoping you'd forget."
"Me? Forget? In your dreams Summers."
They settled on the couch, wrapped in blankets, and shared a quiet moment together. Scott pulled Rory close, his voice soft and tender. "I think you'll always be the greatest thing that's ever happened to me, Rory."
Rory nestled against him, placing her hand against his heart. "And I, Scott Summers would rather destroy my own reality than to not be with you."
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The early morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Scott and Rory were still nestled on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies intertwined in a comfortable, peaceful embrace. The remnants of their impromptu spa night lay scattered around them, but the promise of a fresh day was now gently nudging them awake.
Scott stirred first, blinking slowly as he came to consciousness. He could feel Rory's warm body pressed against his, her breathing steady and calm. For a moment, he simply relished the serenity of the moment, a small smile playing on his lips.
As Rory began to stir, she shifted slightly, her eyes fluttering open. The sight of Scott's relaxed expression and the warmth of his embrace made her smile.
"Morning," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.
Scott groaned softly, burying his face in her hair. "Don't wake up yet. Just a few more minutes. I could stay like this forever."
Rory chuckled softly, feeling a pang of affection for him. "As tempting as that sounds, we have a class to teach. Remember?"
Scott's groan was more pronounced this time, his grip on her tightening as if trying to delay the inevitable. "Can't we just skip it? I'm not exactly in the mood for lectures."
Rory laughed gently, running her fingers through his hair. "I don't think our students would appreciate that. Besides, I'm sure they're looking forward to learning something new."
"Yeah, sure. When I was in high school I had a watch just so I could count down the minutes until I left that godforsaken building."
Rory playfully smacked his shoulder. "Don't ruin my fun, Scotty. I think your class is just utterly boring. At least my students want something to do with me."
Rory began to wiggle out of Scott's hold, pulling herself from his leeching grasp. "My, my Scott," Rory clicked her tongue, "It looks like we'll have to keep the bedroom activities to a minimum. Seems like you're not getting enough sleep as it is."
Scott quickly rustled off the couch, heading for his closet. "What? I'm up!"
Rory chuckled at his new-found energy. "Have a good day Scott. I love you!"
"I love you more!" Scott yelled back across the room.
