a/n: for anyone interested, there's a new scott summers story posted on my profile called "Figure It Out" based on X-Men: Evolution
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"So?"
"What exactly am I looking at, Lyla?"
"My new suit!" I grinned and did a little spin. "What do you think?"
"Looks the same to me." Scott shrugged and tilted his head. "Though it does look tighter than last time you wore it."
"It's called having a child, Scott." I rolled my eyes. "And it's not the same! Guess!"
"The spare visor in your belt?"
"You always somehow break it, so I learned to carry a spare. Keep guessing."
"Gloves are different?"
"Nope."
"Then I give up."
"The suit's red!" I exclaimed and he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know you can barely notice, but I thought that maybe you'd like it," I finished, tugging at the sleeve. "Went through a lot of work to get it ruby quartz red too."
Scott froze, like he hadn't expected that answer. And then, without another word, he stepped forward, cupped my face, and kissed me. Firm, warm, grounding. Like he always did when words weren't enough.
When he finally pulled back, he was grinning that stupid, lopsided grin that still made my heart skip.
"God, I love you," he said, brushing a thumb along my cheek. "You made your suit my visor color?"
"It's my favorite," I shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal.
"That's not fair," he murmured, pulling me close again, his voice low against my ear. "You can't just say things like that and expect me not to kiss you stupid."
"Then maybe I did say it on purpose."
Scott laughed softly, the sound vibrating against my neck as he held me tighter.
"You're seriously going to make me obsessed with this suit now," he murmured. "As if the old black and yellow wasn't bad enough."
"So bad that you had to make yours blue and yellow?"
"Hey, at least I admit I want to match you. And during that time yellow was your favorite color!"
"You do not match me. Yours is like primary-color bold, mine's all sleek and—"
"Irresistible," he cut in, kissing the corner of my mouth this time. "And totally mine."
"You're impossible," I muttered, though my fingers curled into the front of his suit.
"And you're wearing my color," he said, resting his forehead against mine. "Do you have any idea what that does to me?"
"Hopefully inspires you to stop breaking your visors," I teased.
