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There were few people that could keep up with him, and even fewer that left Peter satisfied. Jean Grey satisfied those qualifications and more, and he’d managed to charm her with his wit–and a few dozen dubiously-acquired roses. She was afraid to get close to anyone, because of the power that surged beneath her veins, and he had his own set of parental problems that seemed to slot together with Jean’s like a puzzle.
So when he’d finally convinced her to go out of the mansion for a date, after several in-house dates that were constantly being interrupted, Peter certainly wasn’t expecting to go flying. Sure, he could simulate the process, but doing it was something entirely different.
“So, tell me, birdie. Where are we going?” Not that he was complaining, but Peter was sure that his leather jacket would be ripping at the seams if he moved the wrong way. “I thought I was supposed to pick the date spot this time.”
Jean simply laughed, shaking her head slightly. “You’re something else, Peter. We’re going someplace fun, a place where we don’t have to worry about the rest of the team for a bit. And…we’re going to have some normality, too.”
“And here I thought you were going to put me on skates. Silly me.” He’d planned for something simple, maybe a walk on the boardwalk with lots of sugar-filled treats, or a carnival where he could sneakily win the prizes and bombard Jean with them. Instead, they were hovering above a drive-in theater, slipping unseen into the best seats in the house–right on top of the projection booth.
A melancholy smile filled Jean’s face as they settled down into their viewing spot, before Peter held up a finger, mirth glimmering in his eyes. “Wait here for a minute, birdie.” Jean barely had time to blink before Peter was sitting next to her once again, a hoard of stolen snacks and a pair of beers spread out on a colorful blanket.
“I don’t know if Charles would approve of you robbing the movie concessions blind. Or whichever car you took the beers from” Jean snagged the popcorn, raising a brow as she nibbled the buttery treat. “I can’t remember the last time I saw a movie.”
Thinking about it, Peter couldn’t either. They always moved so slow in comparison. However, this was nice—being able to enjoy the drive in like any regular person would be able to. Hell, he’d love to go to the mall, but his kleptomania had run its course several times over, and Peter was trying to be a better person–for his mom, for his sister, and for Jean. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I’m not the one flying us into the drive-in, now am I?” With a smirk, he nudged her shoulder, and promptly popped the caps off their beer bottles.
“True.” With a grin, Jean sipped at the beer, blanching at the bitter taste. “I think I prefer sneaking into Charles’s wine stores.” Wrinkling her nose, she laughed, finally feeling enough at ease to relax. “Not that I want to give you any ideas, especially after the movie I picked.”
“Oh yeah? What movie?” Peter’s eyes glimmered, and he took a sip of the beer, blanching equally in return. “That tastes like shit, ugh. Maybe we should raid the wine stores next time. A little ‘wine and dine’ properly, you know?”
Jean’s face lit up, light bouncing off her features as the movie started, and she curled closer to Peter. “I picked Scarface. It’s supposed to be good, and since we saw Star Wars already…this seemed like the better option.”
“Couldn’t agree more.” His arm tucked around her shoulders, and Peter was glad that he’d let Jean surprise him for their date night. “I get the feeling that we’re both gonna enjoy this.” Cautiously, Peter pressed a kiss against Jean’s hair, a dark flush filling his cheeks before his eyes darted back to the movie. It couldn’t have been a better date.