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fembuckTitle: Underneath It All
Fandom: X-Men (comic verse with slight alterations)
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: PG
Notes: Somewhat AU, basically after Genosha Scott takes off and Jean finds herself spending much more time with the Institute’s newest addition, Emma Frost.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Later that afternoon…
Jean was halfway down the staircase when Emma, who was already situated in the foyer, turned to face her. Snapping her cell phone closed with one hand the blonde allowed her eyes to drift up and watch Jean as the redhead made her way down the rest of the stairs.
Jean watched Emma’s expression carefully as she continued her decent but was unable to decipher what the blonde was thinking. She ran a quick sweep of the blonde’s mind but as usual it revealed nothing. She ran her hands down the fabric of her dress smoothing out invisible wrinkles as she neared the bottom of the stairs. She was surprised to realize that she was nervous about what Emma would think of her outfit.
“Well, don’t you look lovely,” Emma said as Jean took the last step extending her hand chivalrously for the redhead to grasp. “You clean up very well Jean. Very well indeed,” the blonde continued smiling playfully as Jean sent her a mildly sour look at the back-handed compliment. “Green really is your colour,” Emma went on finally releasing the redhead’s hand and stepping back to take a better look at her.
Jean’s hair was down, but she had put a fetching curl into it. She was wearing a form fitting green dress that stopped just above her knees and had a delightful little flare at the bottom. The dress had one thin strap that showed off the red-heads lovely pale shoulders, and an emerald pendant hung near her neck drawing attention to the swell of Jean’s breasts which were tastefully hinted at by the cut of the dress.
“I took the liberty of retrieving your jacket for you,” Emma continued reaching to the side to pick up the coat which she had hung near the front door. “Normally I’d suggest a quick cocktail before we go, but amazingly enough the car arrived on time so we’ll have to take our libations in the back seat.”
“It’s a bit early to start getting me drunk isn’t it?” Jean asked accepting the jacket Emma had so considerately retrieved for her. She was glad she’d managed to reply at all since Emma’s verbal barrage once she had descended the stairs had taken her quite by surprise. She had thought that Emma was joking when she referred to their night out as a date, but as the blonde eyed her again and smiled she began to wonder.
“Nonsense,” Emma responded. “I call it thinking ahead. After all with me as your company for the evening I’m sure you’ll need all the help you can get,” she continued smirking before extending her hand again.
Jean smiled despite herself and extended her hand allowing Emma to take it once more. She was beginning to see how the blonde telepath had managed to get so far in the business world. She could be quite charming when she wanted to be, and as Emma never did anything halfway, Jean was beginning to suspect that she would be bombarded with the Frost charm on full effect all night. She was actually kind of looking forward to the possibility, it was nice to be treated like a lady.
Ignoring the stares of the growing crowd that was forming in the foyer of the mansion, Jean allowed Emma to help her on with her jacket, smiling shyly as the blonde then reached to the open the door for her with one hand while keeping the other gently resting on the small of her back.
“Emma,” she said softly as she began to the step through the door bringing her side by side with the blonde. “You look lovely,” she said softly seeing some satisfaction shine in the blonde’s blue eyes. Emma knew she looked good and had probably been waiting for her to comment though her good breeding wouldn’t allow her to fish for compliments. “I would’ve said sooner,” Jean continued smilingly teasingly. “But you took my breath away.”
Emma raised an eyebrow at that and then motioned for her to continue through the door, her hand remaining on Jean’s back. “Perhaps we won’t need the libations after all,” she murmured as they made their way down the mansions front steps towards the waiting white limousine.
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“You really weren’t joking about not doing anything halfway, were you?” Jean asked allowing her delight to show in her voice. She had mentioned in passing a month or so before that she had always wanted to go to Dorsia but that it was somewhat out of her class. Emma had commented that it was just the newest hot spot for the young, urban bourgeois to waste their money and that most likely wasn’t worth the fuss that was being made over it. She’d frowned at the blonde then and commented on how critical she was of everything. But considering Emma’s opinion of the place – if she hadn’t just been trying to be contrary at the time, which Jean wasn’t entirely convinced of – it meant quite a bit to her that Emma had remembered what she had said so long ago and brought her there despite her misgivings about the place. It was very sweet and the redhead meant to reward the thoughtfulness.
“It is your night,” Emma responded lifting her hand gracefully to motion to a nearby waiter. She had been pursing the wine menu a second before and Jean figured she must have decided what they’d be drinking.
“Is it?” Jean asked not sure how she felt about the fact that Emma was obviously trying to make her anniversary what it should have been – a night to remember. It was uncharacteristically sweet, but also not something that the blonde should have been doing.
“Of course,” Emma replied pausing momentarily to order when the waiter materialized soundlessly beside her. “You are my date. My upbringing demands that I ensure you have a good time.”
Jean nodded though she was convinced that her earlier interpretation of the blonde’s statement was closer to the actual truth of Emma’s actions. However, she was glad that the blonde had responded to her inquiry in a way that would save them both embarrassment and awkwardness and chose not to comment on it further.
“You don’t mind do you? That I took the liberty of …”
“Not at all,” Jean interjected smiling, glad for the change of subject. “I’ll be happy to benefit from your good breeding tonight. Please feel free to make recommendations,” she continued trying not to laugh at the satisfied look that came to Emma’s face. Jean knew that the blonde would have done just that anyway, and that it would make Emma happy to have free reign. The blonde was always happy when telling people what to do.
“You’re humoring me,” Emma declared sounding slightly irritated a moment later after studying Jean’s expression.
“Yes, but it’s also true,” Jean responded glancing down at the menu. “Honestly, this is nicest restaurant I’ve ever been in or am likely to be in again. I really have no idea where to begin,” she continued glancing back down at the menu and then over at Emma shrugging her shoulders.
Emma began to make a reply, but before she could the waiter returned with the bottle of wine and presented it to Emma before opening it and carefully pouring some in her glass. Emma picked up the glass by the stem, tilting the glass from side to side for a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip. Placing the glass back down she then nodded and he proceeded to fill up her glass and Jean’s.
“Kumamato is usually very good. It’s very light though and I wouldn’t recommend it for your main course. We could order a plate to share though if you’d like to try it,” Emma began once the waiter soundlessly left them. “We’ve never really dined together before except over scrambled eggs and meat loaf,” she continued referring to two staples of the mansions food menu, “but I think you’d enjoy the poached lobster in the lemon miso broth,” she finished drawing her eyes away from the menu and over to Jean.
“And what will my date be dining on?” Jean asked smiling, charmed by the very serious tone with which Emma had just delivered her decision for the redhead’s dinner selection.
“Most likely the Sepia,” Emma replied not missing the mildly amused look on Jean’s face and fighting the urge to sigh and roll her eyes. She found the idea that the red-head had found what she had just said to cute or any variation of the emotion was mildly frustrating.
“If I don’t like mine, can I have yours?” Jean asked not missing the slightly grumpy look that crossed Emma’s features and finding that that charmed her even more. She wasn’t sure when she began to regard the blonde’s ill humor as cute, but she was certainly feeling that way at the moment.
“No,” Emma pronounced gravely staring at her hard. “I’ll order you your own though. I’m very serious about food and I don’t share well,” she continued watching as Jean bit her lip in an obvious attempt not to smile since her eyes were practically shining with mirth.
Emma sighed, she should have just come alone. She didn’t know if she’d be able to survive an entire night of Jean looking at her like she was precious little bunny rabbit. Sometimes it simply didn’t pay to do good deeds for others.
“It would be more romantic if we shared,” Jean replied drawing Emma out of her thoughts, a teasing sort of lilt to her voice. Jean had noticed Emma’s eyebrows furrow miserably and didn’t want to ruin the evening by continuing to show Emma that though she didn’t mean to be she was quite adorable. The blonde seemed far more comfortable when they were playfully flirting and she decided to move things once more into the blonde telepath’s comfort zone.
“That’s what desert is for, dear,” Emma responded grateful for the shift in mood. “One plate between us, rose cream and raspberries, candlelight dancing around us. It’s all perfectly suggestive.”
“And this would be the delicate art of culinary seduction?” Jean inquired raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, there’s nothing delicate about it, sweetie,” Emma replied reaching for her glass of wine, “which is usually why it works so well.”
Jean opened her mouth to respond questioning Emma’s use of the word ‘usually’ before deciding to change tracks and also picking up her glass. She was having a good time with Emma and wasn’t in a hurry to change the dynamics of the evening. If she’d asked the blonde what she meant by ‘usually’ she would have either gotten acknowledgement that it wasn’t a real date which would put a damper on the teasing they had been indulging in all night, or she might have gotten some kind of suggestive comment that would have made the flirting seem a tad too much like foreplay for comfortability and led to awkwardness and once again a loss of the playful mood they had set. No, Jean would let the statement stand. She didn’t really want to know what it was that they were doing with each other tonight.
“I dropped by one of your classes earlier on,” Jean finally said turning their talk towards the more neutral topic of school. She’d wanted to ask the blonde how formal she should dress but as she had watched the woman engrossed with her students she had decided not to bother her. She had stayed and watched for a while as Emma commanded the class effortlessly. The blonde was a good teacher, and as she watched her she’d felt a pang of sadness as she thought about the students the blonde had lost in the past. It had to have taken a supreme amount of courage and fortitude to step into a classroom again and again after having three groups of students ripped away from her so ruthless. Yet she did it once more and poured her heart into it fully once again, though Jean knew there had to be some fear, some heartrending thought at the back of her mind wondering if it would happen all over again.
“Yes, I sensed you sulking about,” Emma replied smirking slightly. “I thought you were going to come in.”
“I was, I wanted to ask you something about tonight,” Jean replied relaxing back into her chair. “But they were so engrossed I didn’t want to interrupt. It’s so rare to actually have their undivided attention I couldn’t bare to disrupt it.”
“Well, I have the advantage of teaching a book they’re actually quite interested in,” Emma replied relaxing herself as she took another sip of wine. “They’re quite engrossed with reading about how another world treats mutants, even if it is just fiction,” she continued. “They feel rather sorry for the poor deviations in the The Chrysalids though because most of them don’t have any ‘cool powers’,” she continued, obviously paraphrasing from her students for the last couple words. “I mean,” and here Emma paused for dramatic effect. “What the hell is the good of sixth toe? Maybe if she could shot lasers out of it or something it’d be okay. But an extra toe is just stupid.”
Jean laughed bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as her amusement increased when she received Emma’s mental playback of the entire conversation.
“At least they feel strongly about it,” she finally managed to respond glancing back over at Emma who had a content expression on her face. “You’d be surprised how many of mine couldn’t care less if they tried about finding out how much money Eric earn per week if he has $197 in his savings account before his weekly salary, and has $429 as his current balance.”
“You don’t say Prof. Grey,” Emma drawled smiling. “I’m utterly shocked. When I was in school ones ability to find the variable was the highest indication of your position in the social hierarchy. Have things changed so much in a few short, notice the emphasis on the word short,” Emma added before winking at her, “years?”
“Sad but true, Frosty,” Jean responded nodding solemnly. “Sad but true.”
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Part 5
Jean stumbled, the pale lights of the limousine distracting her momentarily, as Emma stalked towards her hands outstretched in what was supposed to be a menacing gesture. She was still watching the limousine pull away when she then felt the blonde near her and reacting in surprise more than actual fear automatically raised a psionic shield which the blonde then bumped into causing her to stumble back a couple of steps.
Jean stared in front of her when she realized what she’d done, only to see Emma looking at her with an absolutely stunned expression on her face. The wide-eyed shock and peevishness of the look sent Jean into a fit of laughter.
She was so completely hammed everything was funny.
“It’s not funny,” Emma grumbled recovering. “You’ve ruined my shoes,” she continued glancing down at her feet crankily. Jean followed her gaze to see that Emma had stumbled back into a patch of mud, but that only made her laugh harder, causing her to wrap her arms around herself in an attempt to calm the shaking of her body.
“You think that’s funny?” Emma asked approaching her once again. Jean thought the laughter should have made it rather clear that did, but responded anyway. Somewhere in her foggy brain she knew that admitting she thought it was funny was not a smart thing to do, but she did it anyway, nodding vigorously at Emma before pointing at her.
“You know what I think it is funny?” Emma asked sounded deadly calm which intrigued Jean and would have worried her if she hadn’t been drunk.
“What?” she asked sounding genuinely curious.
“Shrieking redheads,” Emma replied closing the last bit of distance between them and wrapping her arms around Jean’s waist, her fingers moving towards the red-head’s stomach beginning to tickle her as Jean squirmed in the circle of her arms giggling.
Jean squirmed and laughed and panted as Emma continued to tickle her, not actually liking the tickling at all, but unable not to laugh. She was becoming quite exhausted by the effort trying to squirm out of the blonde’s grasp was causing, not to mention the lack of breath of laughter was causing, and when Emma hit a particularly sensitive spot Jean cried out loudly and stepped up her efforts to get away from the blonde’s very determined grasp.
Emma clamped her hand over Jean’s mouth automatically. The redhead’s little scream had been quite loud and she became concerned that someone might have heard it. She was drunk but not drunk enough that she didn’t care about being caught in a tickle fight while sauced up with Jean Grey. She would die before she let any of the X-Men see her in such a state. Die.
Ceasing her tickling torment for a moment Emma dragged Jean back behind a nearby clump of trees, whispering ‘shhhh’ to her when she heard the mansion door open.
When Jean quieted her in arms Emma removed her hand from over her mouth and let her arm drop down so that she was hugging Jean to her body once more, and rested her chin tiredly on the red-head’s shoulder. The effort of dragging a squirming Jean back into the trees had made her kind of sleepy, and she allowed her eyes to flutter closed as she heard voices she didn’t care to try and distinguish calling out into the night air.
Jean felt Emma relax against her back and sighed. She could feel the blonde’s breath on her throat and chest, the contrast of the blonde’s warm breath and the cool night air hitting her through her open jacket causing her to shiver slightly, the sensation not at all unpleasant. She felt warm everywhere Emma was touching her and wanted to see the blonde’s face. She could still hear voices calling out nearby and was able to identify one of them as Ororo. Quickly she sent her friend a quick thought letting her know that the noise was just her and Emma. That they’d had a few too many drinks and it had just been an exclamation of surprise. She could sense that Ororo was curious and wanted to know more, but mercifully she let it go and called the others inside.
Once the voices were gone Jean turned in the circle of Emma’s arm, causing the blonde to lift her head. They stared at each other for a moment and then Emma turned and looked around.
“I suppose this is good night,” the blonde finally said her hands still on Jean’s hips. She was oddly reluctant to let go of the redheaded telepathy. She liked the feeling of Jean in her arms and wished somewhat idly that the search for the noise had gone on a little longer.
“I thought you’d walk me to the door, since you need to go in as well,” Jean replied laughing a little as Emma’s eyes narrowed and then widened as she realized it was true.
“Yes but, we have an audience in there,” Emma replied pulling herself up straighter so that she was looking into Jean’s eyes. Absentmindedly she noticed that they were the same height and wondered why she had never noticed that consciously before. “This would be a better place for our good night kiss.”
“Goodnight kiss,” Jean repeated sounding confused. She wasn’t sure whether Emma was joking about that or not and thought about actually asking the blonde whether she was joking or not when Emma’s face suddenly came closer and closer to hers. The thought ‘oh my god, she’s actually going to kiss me’ came into Jean’s mind but she didn’t move or raise her voice in protest. She simply stood there and allowed Emma to brush her lips against her own, softly, achingly softly, the contact lasting no more than a few seconds. It was perhaps the chastest kiss she had ever been given, and the fact that it came from Emma Frost who was perhaps the most unchaste person she had never known made it seem even more exceptionally tender. She sighed softly, exhaling a breath she hadn’t known she was holding when she first felt Emma move towards her, her breath hitching again when she felt the blonde’s lips on her once more, this time sweetly brushing against her cheek before moving to whisper in her ear, “I’ll take you inside now”.
Jean felt her heart throb painfully at the words until she realized that Emma simply meant that she’d walk her inside, a deep blush coming to her fair features as she thought about what her mind had immediately jumped to and the brief swell of excitement and terror it had caused.
“Come along, dear,” Emma said in a normal speaking voice this time, taking a moment to do up a few of the buttons on Jean’s jacket before turning her towards the door. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night,” she continued as Jean began to walk without her guidance.
Emma’s hand drifted up to her lips as she walked a step behind Jean, her thumb gently tracing the plump softness that had just been pressed against Jean’s soft lips before she realized what she was doing and ripped her hand away from her mouth.
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Fandom: X-Men (comic verse with slight alterations)
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: PG
Notes: Somewhat AU, basically after Genosha Scott takes off and Jean finds herself spending much more time with the Institute’s newest addition, Emma Frost.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Later that afternoon…
Jean was halfway down the staircase when Emma, who was already situated in the foyer, turned to face her. Snapping her cell phone closed with one hand the blonde allowed her eyes to drift up and watch Jean as the redhead made her way down the rest of the stairs.
Jean watched Emma’s expression carefully as she continued her decent but was unable to decipher what the blonde was thinking. She ran a quick sweep of the blonde’s mind but as usual it revealed nothing. She ran her hands down the fabric of her dress smoothing out invisible wrinkles as she neared the bottom of the stairs. She was surprised to realize that she was nervous about what Emma would think of her outfit.
“Well, don’t you look lovely,” Emma said as Jean took the last step extending her hand chivalrously for the redhead to grasp. “You clean up very well Jean. Very well indeed,” the blonde continued smiling playfully as Jean sent her a mildly sour look at the back-handed compliment. “Green really is your colour,” Emma went on finally releasing the redhead’s hand and stepping back to take a better look at her.
Jean’s hair was down, but she had put a fetching curl into it. She was wearing a form fitting green dress that stopped just above her knees and had a delightful little flare at the bottom. The dress had one thin strap that showed off the red-heads lovely pale shoulders, and an emerald pendant hung near her neck drawing attention to the swell of Jean’s breasts which were tastefully hinted at by the cut of the dress.
“I took the liberty of retrieving your jacket for you,” Emma continued reaching to the side to pick up the coat which she had hung near the front door. “Normally I’d suggest a quick cocktail before we go, but amazingly enough the car arrived on time so we’ll have to take our libations in the back seat.”
“It’s a bit early to start getting me drunk isn’t it?” Jean asked accepting the jacket Emma had so considerately retrieved for her. She was glad she’d managed to reply at all since Emma’s verbal barrage once she had descended the stairs had taken her quite by surprise. She had thought that Emma was joking when she referred to their night out as a date, but as the blonde eyed her again and smiled she began to wonder.
“Nonsense,” Emma responded. “I call it thinking ahead. After all with me as your company for the evening I’m sure you’ll need all the help you can get,” she continued smirking before extending her hand again.
Jean smiled despite herself and extended her hand allowing Emma to take it once more. She was beginning to see how the blonde telepath had managed to get so far in the business world. She could be quite charming when she wanted to be, and as Emma never did anything halfway, Jean was beginning to suspect that she would be bombarded with the Frost charm on full effect all night. She was actually kind of looking forward to the possibility, it was nice to be treated like a lady.
Ignoring the stares of the growing crowd that was forming in the foyer of the mansion, Jean allowed Emma to help her on with her jacket, smiling shyly as the blonde then reached to the open the door for her with one hand while keeping the other gently resting on the small of her back.
“Emma,” she said softly as she began to the step through the door bringing her side by side with the blonde. “You look lovely,” she said softly seeing some satisfaction shine in the blonde’s blue eyes. Emma knew she looked good and had probably been waiting for her to comment though her good breeding wouldn’t allow her to fish for compliments. “I would’ve said sooner,” Jean continued smilingly teasingly. “But you took my breath away.”
Emma raised an eyebrow at that and then motioned for her to continue through the door, her hand remaining on Jean’s back. “Perhaps we won’t need the libations after all,” she murmured as they made their way down the mansions front steps towards the waiting white limousine.
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“You really weren’t joking about not doing anything halfway, were you?” Jean asked allowing her delight to show in her voice. She had mentioned in passing a month or so before that she had always wanted to go to Dorsia but that it was somewhat out of her class. Emma had commented that it was just the newest hot spot for the young, urban bourgeois to waste their money and that most likely wasn’t worth the fuss that was being made over it. She’d frowned at the blonde then and commented on how critical she was of everything. But considering Emma’s opinion of the place – if she hadn’t just been trying to be contrary at the time, which Jean wasn’t entirely convinced of – it meant quite a bit to her that Emma had remembered what she had said so long ago and brought her there despite her misgivings about the place. It was very sweet and the redhead meant to reward the thoughtfulness.
“It is your night,” Emma responded lifting her hand gracefully to motion to a nearby waiter. She had been pursing the wine menu a second before and Jean figured she must have decided what they’d be drinking.
“Is it?” Jean asked not sure how she felt about the fact that Emma was obviously trying to make her anniversary what it should have been – a night to remember. It was uncharacteristically sweet, but also not something that the blonde should have been doing.
“Of course,” Emma replied pausing momentarily to order when the waiter materialized soundlessly beside her. “You are my date. My upbringing demands that I ensure you have a good time.”
Jean nodded though she was convinced that her earlier interpretation of the blonde’s statement was closer to the actual truth of Emma’s actions. However, she was glad that the blonde had responded to her inquiry in a way that would save them both embarrassment and awkwardness and chose not to comment on it further.
“You don’t mind do you? That I took the liberty of …”
“Not at all,” Jean interjected smiling, glad for the change of subject. “I’ll be happy to benefit from your good breeding tonight. Please feel free to make recommendations,” she continued trying not to laugh at the satisfied look that came to Emma’s face. Jean knew that the blonde would have done just that anyway, and that it would make Emma happy to have free reign. The blonde was always happy when telling people what to do.
“You’re humoring me,” Emma declared sounding slightly irritated a moment later after studying Jean’s expression.
“Yes, but it’s also true,” Jean responded glancing down at the menu. “Honestly, this is nicest restaurant I’ve ever been in or am likely to be in again. I really have no idea where to begin,” she continued glancing back down at the menu and then over at Emma shrugging her shoulders.
Emma began to make a reply, but before she could the waiter returned with the bottle of wine and presented it to Emma before opening it and carefully pouring some in her glass. Emma picked up the glass by the stem, tilting the glass from side to side for a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip. Placing the glass back down she then nodded and he proceeded to fill up her glass and Jean’s.
“Kumamato is usually very good. It’s very light though and I wouldn’t recommend it for your main course. We could order a plate to share though if you’d like to try it,” Emma began once the waiter soundlessly left them. “We’ve never really dined together before except over scrambled eggs and meat loaf,” she continued referring to two staples of the mansions food menu, “but I think you’d enjoy the poached lobster in the lemon miso broth,” she finished drawing her eyes away from the menu and over to Jean.
“And what will my date be dining on?” Jean asked smiling, charmed by the very serious tone with which Emma had just delivered her decision for the redhead’s dinner selection.
“Most likely the Sepia,” Emma replied not missing the mildly amused look on Jean’s face and fighting the urge to sigh and roll her eyes. She found the idea that the red-head had found what she had just said to cute or any variation of the emotion was mildly frustrating.
“If I don’t like mine, can I have yours?” Jean asked not missing the slightly grumpy look that crossed Emma’s features and finding that that charmed her even more. She wasn’t sure when she began to regard the blonde’s ill humor as cute, but she was certainly feeling that way at the moment.
“No,” Emma pronounced gravely staring at her hard. “I’ll order you your own though. I’m very serious about food and I don’t share well,” she continued watching as Jean bit her lip in an obvious attempt not to smile since her eyes were practically shining with mirth.
Emma sighed, she should have just come alone. She didn’t know if she’d be able to survive an entire night of Jean looking at her like she was precious little bunny rabbit. Sometimes it simply didn’t pay to do good deeds for others.
“It would be more romantic if we shared,” Jean replied drawing Emma out of her thoughts, a teasing sort of lilt to her voice. Jean had noticed Emma’s eyebrows furrow miserably and didn’t want to ruin the evening by continuing to show Emma that though she didn’t mean to be she was quite adorable. The blonde seemed far more comfortable when they were playfully flirting and she decided to move things once more into the blonde telepath’s comfort zone.
“That’s what desert is for, dear,” Emma responded grateful for the shift in mood. “One plate between us, rose cream and raspberries, candlelight dancing around us. It’s all perfectly suggestive.”
“And this would be the delicate art of culinary seduction?” Jean inquired raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, there’s nothing delicate about it, sweetie,” Emma replied reaching for her glass of wine, “which is usually why it works so well.”
Jean opened her mouth to respond questioning Emma’s use of the word ‘usually’ before deciding to change tracks and also picking up her glass. She was having a good time with Emma and wasn’t in a hurry to change the dynamics of the evening. If she’d asked the blonde what she meant by ‘usually’ she would have either gotten acknowledgement that it wasn’t a real date which would put a damper on the teasing they had been indulging in all night, or she might have gotten some kind of suggestive comment that would have made the flirting seem a tad too much like foreplay for comfortability and led to awkwardness and once again a loss of the playful mood they had set. No, Jean would let the statement stand. She didn’t really want to know what it was that they were doing with each other tonight.
“I dropped by one of your classes earlier on,” Jean finally said turning their talk towards the more neutral topic of school. She’d wanted to ask the blonde how formal she should dress but as she had watched the woman engrossed with her students she had decided not to bother her. She had stayed and watched for a while as Emma commanded the class effortlessly. The blonde was a good teacher, and as she watched her she’d felt a pang of sadness as she thought about the students the blonde had lost in the past. It had to have taken a supreme amount of courage and fortitude to step into a classroom again and again after having three groups of students ripped away from her so ruthless. Yet she did it once more and poured her heart into it fully once again, though Jean knew there had to be some fear, some heartrending thought at the back of her mind wondering if it would happen all over again.
“Yes, I sensed you sulking about,” Emma replied smirking slightly. “I thought you were going to come in.”
“I was, I wanted to ask you something about tonight,” Jean replied relaxing back into her chair. “But they were so engrossed I didn’t want to interrupt. It’s so rare to actually have their undivided attention I couldn’t bare to disrupt it.”
“Well, I have the advantage of teaching a book they’re actually quite interested in,” Emma replied relaxing herself as she took another sip of wine. “They’re quite engrossed with reading about how another world treats mutants, even if it is just fiction,” she continued. “They feel rather sorry for the poor deviations in the The Chrysalids though because most of them don’t have any ‘cool powers’,” she continued, obviously paraphrasing from her students for the last couple words. “I mean,” and here Emma paused for dramatic effect. “What the hell is the good of sixth toe? Maybe if she could shot lasers out of it or something it’d be okay. But an extra toe is just stupid.”
Jean laughed bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as her amusement increased when she received Emma’s mental playback of the entire conversation.
“At least they feel strongly about it,” she finally managed to respond glancing back over at Emma who had a content expression on her face. “You’d be surprised how many of mine couldn’t care less if they tried about finding out how much money Eric earn per week if he has $197 in his savings account before his weekly salary, and has $429 as his current balance.”
“You don’t say Prof. Grey,” Emma drawled smiling. “I’m utterly shocked. When I was in school ones ability to find the variable was the highest indication of your position in the social hierarchy. Have things changed so much in a few short, notice the emphasis on the word short,” Emma added before winking at her, “years?”
“Sad but true, Frosty,” Jean responded nodding solemnly. “Sad but true.”
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Part 5
Jean stumbled, the pale lights of the limousine distracting her momentarily, as Emma stalked towards her hands outstretched in what was supposed to be a menacing gesture. She was still watching the limousine pull away when she then felt the blonde near her and reacting in surprise more than actual fear automatically raised a psionic shield which the blonde then bumped into causing her to stumble back a couple of steps.
Jean stared in front of her when she realized what she’d done, only to see Emma looking at her with an absolutely stunned expression on her face. The wide-eyed shock and peevishness of the look sent Jean into a fit of laughter.
She was so completely hammed everything was funny.
“It’s not funny,” Emma grumbled recovering. “You’ve ruined my shoes,” she continued glancing down at her feet crankily. Jean followed her gaze to see that Emma had stumbled back into a patch of mud, but that only made her laugh harder, causing her to wrap her arms around herself in an attempt to calm the shaking of her body.
“You think that’s funny?” Emma asked approaching her once again. Jean thought the laughter should have made it rather clear that did, but responded anyway. Somewhere in her foggy brain she knew that admitting she thought it was funny was not a smart thing to do, but she did it anyway, nodding vigorously at Emma before pointing at her.
“You know what I think it is funny?” Emma asked sounded deadly calm which intrigued Jean and would have worried her if she hadn’t been drunk.
“What?” she asked sounding genuinely curious.
“Shrieking redheads,” Emma replied closing the last bit of distance between them and wrapping her arms around Jean’s waist, her fingers moving towards the red-head’s stomach beginning to tickle her as Jean squirmed in the circle of her arms giggling.
Jean squirmed and laughed and panted as Emma continued to tickle her, not actually liking the tickling at all, but unable not to laugh. She was becoming quite exhausted by the effort trying to squirm out of the blonde’s grasp was causing, not to mention the lack of breath of laughter was causing, and when Emma hit a particularly sensitive spot Jean cried out loudly and stepped up her efforts to get away from the blonde’s very determined grasp.
Emma clamped her hand over Jean’s mouth automatically. The redhead’s little scream had been quite loud and she became concerned that someone might have heard it. She was drunk but not drunk enough that she didn’t care about being caught in a tickle fight while sauced up with Jean Grey. She would die before she let any of the X-Men see her in such a state. Die.
Ceasing her tickling torment for a moment Emma dragged Jean back behind a nearby clump of trees, whispering ‘shhhh’ to her when she heard the mansion door open.
When Jean quieted her in arms Emma removed her hand from over her mouth and let her arm drop down so that she was hugging Jean to her body once more, and rested her chin tiredly on the red-head’s shoulder. The effort of dragging a squirming Jean back into the trees had made her kind of sleepy, and she allowed her eyes to flutter closed as she heard voices she didn’t care to try and distinguish calling out into the night air.
Jean felt Emma relax against her back and sighed. She could feel the blonde’s breath on her throat and chest, the contrast of the blonde’s warm breath and the cool night air hitting her through her open jacket causing her to shiver slightly, the sensation not at all unpleasant. She felt warm everywhere Emma was touching her and wanted to see the blonde’s face. She could still hear voices calling out nearby and was able to identify one of them as Ororo. Quickly she sent her friend a quick thought letting her know that the noise was just her and Emma. That they’d had a few too many drinks and it had just been an exclamation of surprise. She could sense that Ororo was curious and wanted to know more, but mercifully she let it go and called the others inside.
Once the voices were gone Jean turned in the circle of Emma’s arm, causing the blonde to lift her head. They stared at each other for a moment and then Emma turned and looked around.
“I suppose this is good night,” the blonde finally said her hands still on Jean’s hips. She was oddly reluctant to let go of the redheaded telepathy. She liked the feeling of Jean in her arms and wished somewhat idly that the search for the noise had gone on a little longer.
“I thought you’d walk me to the door, since you need to go in as well,” Jean replied laughing a little as Emma’s eyes narrowed and then widened as she realized it was true.
“Yes but, we have an audience in there,” Emma replied pulling herself up straighter so that she was looking into Jean’s eyes. Absentmindedly she noticed that they were the same height and wondered why she had never noticed that consciously before. “This would be a better place for our good night kiss.”
“Goodnight kiss,” Jean repeated sounding confused. She wasn’t sure whether Emma was joking about that or not and thought about actually asking the blonde whether she was joking or not when Emma’s face suddenly came closer and closer to hers. The thought ‘oh my god, she’s actually going to kiss me’ came into Jean’s mind but she didn’t move or raise her voice in protest. She simply stood there and allowed Emma to brush her lips against her own, softly, achingly softly, the contact lasting no more than a few seconds. It was perhaps the chastest kiss she had ever been given, and the fact that it came from Emma Frost who was perhaps the most unchaste person she had never known made it seem even more exceptionally tender. She sighed softly, exhaling a breath she hadn’t known she was holding when she first felt Emma move towards her, her breath hitching again when she felt the blonde’s lips on her once more, this time sweetly brushing against her cheek before moving to whisper in her ear, “I’ll take you inside now”.
Jean felt her heart throb painfully at the words until she realized that Emma simply meant that she’d walk her inside, a deep blush coming to her fair features as she thought about what her mind had immediately jumped to and the brief swell of excitement and terror it had caused.
“Come along, dear,” Emma said in a normal speaking voice this time, taking a moment to do up a few of the buttons on Jean’s jacket before turning her towards the door. “I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night,” she continued as Jean began to walk without her guidance.
Emma’s hand drifted up to her lips as she walked a step behind Jean, her thumb gently tracing the plump softness that had just been pressed against Jean’s soft lips before she realized what she was doing and ripped her hand away from her mouth.
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Date: 2006-05-06 04:46 pm (UTC)Frosty is executing against the opportunity with a focused efficiency that is truly commendable :D.