Fic: Underneath It All (Jean/Emma, 6-7/?)
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fembuckTitle: Underneath It All
Fandom: X-Men Comicverse (slightly AU)
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: PG (thus far...)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Part 6
Jean sighed and stared down at the table top barely resisting the urge to bang her head against it before turning to stare at Ororo. She really, really, really didn’t want to be having this conversation right now. Her head hurt like a bitch, she was still tired as hell, and just felt generally shitty. She really didn’t need to be getting the third degree from her best friend at the moment, she really didn’t.
“It wasn’t a date,” the redhead said slowly, ignoring that fact that she had Emma had referred to it as nothing else all night. She had thought they were joking about that, but it had ended up sure feeling like a date, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of the whole experience. “We just went out. She said I was moping and it was easier to just give in then fight her on the matter,” she continued reaching for her glass of water and taking a big sip. “Just because there was dinner it doesn’t mean it was a date. I’m married for christsake!” she exclaimed irritably regretting it the moment it came out of her voice as she felt the rooms attention swing over to the table she and Ororo were sitting at.
“I just wish you would exercise some more caution around her,” Ororo sighed wincing in sympathy as someone opened the door to the grounds letting in a flash of bright light that sent Jean recoiling.
“She’s not as bad as all that,” Jean responded tiredly blinking tears out of her eyes. She should have brought the sunglasses down. Damn appearances to hell she should have brought the sunglasses down. “How exactly am I supposed to guard against an invitation to dinner and a show?”
“You’re purposefully misconstruing what I’m saying,” Ororo said pushing her own glass of water over to Jean when the red-head reached for her empty glass.
“I know, I know,” Jean said shooting a friend a grateful look. “I know you don’t like her, hell I know everybody and their brother doesn’t like her. I’m also aware that you don’t trust her and I’ll admit there’s more than enough evidence and precedence to support those feeling,” she went on sounding a bit weary. “But, I’ve spent quite a bit of time around Emma over the past couple of months, and while it wasn’t always pleasant I can tell you that she’s not a creature of pure evil. I’ve been inside of her mind, I’ve spent a lot of time talking to her and I can comfortably say that I’m on my way to getting to know her. I certainly know her better than anyone else here,” Jean went on pinching the bridge of her nose, “and she’s … she deserves a second chance Ro. I’ve seen glimpses of the person she keeps hidden behind that frosty exterior of hers and … I think I like her.”
“She’s different with you Jean,” Ororo began carefully. She and some of the others had noticed that while Emma wasn’t always exactly friendly with Jean she did seem to interact with her in a less obviously combative and provocative way than she did with every one else.
“Yes, she is, which is exactly my point,” Jean interjected. “I don’t treat her like she’s still the enemy, I don’t shot her death glares every time I see her, or make her feel like I resent her very existence. And, not surprisingly, she responds to that. You can’t expect her to open up to you, to trust you when you make your hatred of her so very obvious,” Jean went on. “She does have feelings. She’s very good at hiding it, but the way you react to her, the way everyone treats her hurts her, and it makes her act even more cold and aloof.”
“She has brought the distrust and apathy upon herself,” Ororo pointed out not unreasonably.
“Yes, and she knows that,” Jean replied sighing forcing herself to relax a little. “But at what point have we punished her enough? If nobody was going to give her a chance we should have stood up to the professor and told him to get rid of her. But by agreeing to his decision we also made an implicit agreement to treat her with a certain amount of professional respect,” Jean sighed. “She’s held up her part of the deal, and to make someone, especially a telepath live in an environment where it’s acceptable for everyone to project every nasty thought they’ve ever had about her in her direction whenever she’s in sight is cruel. It’s cruel Ororo, and if you want to know why Emma is like she is all you have to do is imagine a childhood filled with such cruelty.”
Ororo nodded and sighed. She recognized some truth in what Jean was saying, but she knew that it wouldn’t be as easy for herself or the others to forgive Emma has it had been for Jean. Obviously whatever Jean had seen in her head that first night had deeply affected her impression of the blonde, and while that was well and good for Jean, the rest of them were going to have to find this other less hateful side of Emma Frost in their own due time.
“You feel strongly about her.” It was a statement not a question.
Jean simply nodded having speechified herself out. Her head was throbbing again and she just wanted to lie down.
“I’ll talk to the others,” Ororo said, she could do that at least. She had been very careful to keep her emotions in check and her shields particularly strong when she was around the blonde to stop any negative feelings from leaking out, and while she had heard some comments from people when Emma wasn’t around, she’d assumed that the others were doing the same. If that wasn’t the case, Jean had a valid point and it needed to be dealt with. “I didn’t realize it had been that bad for her.”
Jean nodded but didn’t say anything. Ororo hadn’t noticed, nobody besides her had noticed because they didn’t care to notice but she didn’t feel like going another round at the moment, and her friend’s statement was at least an acknowledgement. She herself had spoken to the worst offenders, but as much as it galled her she knew that coming from Ororo the warnings would have more pull. Somehow the opinion around the mansion was that Emma was some sort of pet project of hers, the Eliza Doolittle to her Henry Higgins or something, and as such that she had a biased view of the woman and they weren’t required to listen to her.
“I appreciate that,” Jean said finally reaching across the table and squeezing Ororo’s hand to let her know that she really meant it despite her rather lackluster tone. “Listen, I’m glad that we had this talk. I think we should have had it before, but I need to take some Advil and get some more sleep.”
Ororo nodded and told her to keep drinking water before standing up and allowing Jean to stumble back to her room for some peace and quite, and hopefully some fitful unconsciousness.
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Part 7
Jean sighed contentedly before yelping and springing upright into a sitting position on her bed.
“It’s just me.”
Emma. Jean blinked, the voice belonged to Emma.
“What the hell!?!” Jean demanded blinking as she tried to focus on the slightly smirking blonde. “What are you doing in here?” ‘And how?’ she thought glaring at the blonde slightly, getting ready to accuse her of picking the lock when she remembered that she hadn’t locked the door when she stumbled up from breakfast with Ororo.
“The world around town was that you were suffering from an abysmally awful hang-over. I thought I’d come by and offer my services,” Emma responded running a hand through her hair as she gazed over at the sleep rumpled redhead. “When you didn’t answer I let myself in.”
“That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think,” Jean replied her voice more reasonable now that she had calmed down. Her head felt much better and it made her mood much more pleasant than it might have been otherwise.
“Perhaps,” Emma admitted. “But your head feels better doesn’t it?” she asked smiling knowingly. “Really darling, there was no need to suffer for so long, you should’ve come to see me. I could’ve fixed you up in a jiffy.”
“I …” Jean sighed and flopped down. “I didn’t think of you,” she mumbled feeling kind of foolish. She had thought about how helpful it would’ve been if she could have used her powers on herself, but even with those thoughts it hadn’t occurred to her to go to Emma for a cure to what ailed her.
“Yes, well,” Emma said her voice cooling as she turned away from her to stare out into the relative darkness of the Summers’ bedroom for a moment. “I am a rather recent addition to the household. Oversights are bound to happen.”
Jean watched the blonde for a moment seeing the stiff set of her shoulders and not missing the slight chill that had come into her voice. She’d upset the blonde when she said she hadn’t thought of her and that surprised her. Even though she had spent the better part of an hour trying to convince Ororo that the blonde wasn’t made of stone, it still surprised her to see Emma revealing some emotion, even accidentally.
“That didn’t come out right,” Jean said sighing. Emma had actually been the first thing that she had thought about upon waking, which had alarmed and disturbed her. She had purposefully been trying to put the blonde out of her mind all day, but that didn’t mean that she wanted Emma to know that. “I just wasn’t at my best this morning. And Ororo ambushed me as soon as I stepped out of the door,” she continued draping her arm over her eyes. “I think I would’ve had a much better morning if I had been with you.”
“My heart sings,” Emma responded dryly but turned to face Jean once again. “Is your head feeling better now? You kind of interrupted me in the process.” She supposed that she should have anticipated some awkwardness from Jean. She’d had more to drink than she planned on the night before and had found herself less controlled than usual leading to the unexpected end to their night out. She had managed to get some control of her inebriated desires and reel herself in enough at the last moment to make the kiss she gave Jean something entirely more innocent than she had originally intended, but she had still kissed her. Sometimes it was a burden to be a friendly drunk, it really was. Still considering that they were now sitting on the woman’s marriage bed the morning after the awkward embrace, it was actually a relief that things weren’t more uncomfortable.
“Much better,” Jean replied sitting up again, crossing her legs under the blanket. “Thank you.” She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea that Emma had seen fit to play around in her mind when she was asleep, but she did feel better and if the blonde had tried anything invasive she would have been aware of it. It seemed the blonde really was only trying to help her out, and considering that expect for the day before she’d never seen Emma try to do anything remotely nice for anyone she figured that she wouldn’t grill the blonde because of it. Besides she’d seen much more in her uninvited foray into the blonde’s mind, and while she knew Emma wasn’t pleased about it, even in her most combative moments she hadn’t attacked Jean with that fact knowing the redhead had just been trying to help.
“Well, I suppose it was somewhat my fault that you were in this condition to begin with,” Emma replied standing up and moving slowly around the room. It was the first time she had been in Jean’s bedroom, which probably made entering without permission even more presumptuous but she didn’t really care. “I really thought your people were better at holding their liquor.”
“You know, despite my hair I’m not actually Irish,” Jean commented with some amusement watching as Emma studied her surroundings, resisting the urge to glance around to see if there were any socks or underwear laying around of the floor. She hadn’t exactly been expecting company.
“Oh I know,” Emma replied not bothering to turn and look at Jean as she spoke. “It’s just that it always seemed to bother you and I found that amusing.”
“Charming,” Jean replied sarcastically watching as Emma continued to stroll through her room.
“Yes, you seemed to think so last night,” Emma replied opening up Jean’s drapes which had been pulled tight for darkness and staring out at the Institute’s grounds for a moment. “You like antiques, don’t you?” Emma continued a moment later when Jean didn’t respond to her previous comment. She hadn’t really expected the redhead too anyway.
“Yes,” Jean said carefully not terribly impressed by Emma’s previous comment. Not because it was untrue but because it was truer than she was comfortable admitting. She had spent the morning trying to convince Storm that she didn’t need to be wary of Emma Frost, but she found herself reconsidering her friend’s words to be careful around the blonde – though the danger she was beginning to feel in Emma’s presence was not what Ororo had in mind.
“I know a quaint little shop not far from here,” Emma continued at Jean’s guarded response to her comment. “We should go some time.”
She had been getting increasing bored hanging around the mansion all of the time, but she hadn’t realized exactly how much she had missed the outside world until the night before. Going out with Jean had entertained her and awakened a certain amount of restlessness in her. And the redhead actually hadn’t been bad company when she stopped pestering her about her feelings and just relaxed and spoke to her like a normal human being. In fact she had somewhat enjoyed being around Jean the night before.
She wanted to get out of the house again, she didn’t want to do it alone, and since she didn’t hate the idea of spending more time with Jean so she figured she could at least make the offer. After all, the redhead had practically been stalking for the past three months, it was about time she gave something back.
“That sounds nice,” Jean said trying not to think about the fact that the offer was made simply to please her. She had seen Emma’s office and bedroom, she knew that the other woman’s tastes ran more modern and that it was unlikely that if they did go to such a shop that Emma would buy anything. “When were you thinking of?”
“T…” Emma started to say, the word ‘today’ on the tip of her tongue before she bit the words off. It was clear to her that Jean was slightly uncomfortable with what had happened between them the night before, but not uncomfortable enough to refuse to see her or speak to her. She was just a little spooked and if Emma handled the situation correctly she could smooth things over. But she didn’t want to jump the gun. Desperation was highly unattractive.
“Tomorrow, a nice leisurely Sunday outing,” she finally replied turning around to face Jean once again. “If you think you can stand my company again so soon.”
Jean smiled. “I think I might be able to manage it,” she replied relieved by Emma’s answer. For a moment she’d thought that the blonde was going to suggest they go today, and if she had she knew she would’ve had to turn her down, despite the sweetness of the offer. She was still to frazzled to be alone with the blonde for an extended period of time today, she needed some time to sort herself out, and, she thought ruefully, to fully recover from her last outing with Emma.
“Okay,” Emma said softly stepping away from the window. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your beauty sleep,” she went on glancing at Jean as she spoke before taking a few steps towards the door. “Not that you need it of course,” she continued as she reached the door. “Ta,” she grinning at Jean before ducking out the door.
Jean sighed and lay down again, her mind now turned towards her outing with Emma the next day, beginning to both look forward to it and feel anxiously about it. She rolled over on to her side and pulled up her blanket once more, but she was fairly certain she wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that afternoon.
To Be Continued...
Janine
Comments always welcome and greatly appreciated :D
Fandom: X-Men Comicverse (slightly AU)
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: PG (thus far...)
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Part 6
Jean sighed and stared down at the table top barely resisting the urge to bang her head against it before turning to stare at Ororo. She really, really, really didn’t want to be having this conversation right now. Her head hurt like a bitch, she was still tired as hell, and just felt generally shitty. She really didn’t need to be getting the third degree from her best friend at the moment, she really didn’t.
“It wasn’t a date,” the redhead said slowly, ignoring that fact that she had Emma had referred to it as nothing else all night. She had thought they were joking about that, but it had ended up sure feeling like a date, and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of the whole experience. “We just went out. She said I was moping and it was easier to just give in then fight her on the matter,” she continued reaching for her glass of water and taking a big sip. “Just because there was dinner it doesn’t mean it was a date. I’m married for christsake!” she exclaimed irritably regretting it the moment it came out of her voice as she felt the rooms attention swing over to the table she and Ororo were sitting at.
“I just wish you would exercise some more caution around her,” Ororo sighed wincing in sympathy as someone opened the door to the grounds letting in a flash of bright light that sent Jean recoiling.
“She’s not as bad as all that,” Jean responded tiredly blinking tears out of her eyes. She should have brought the sunglasses down. Damn appearances to hell she should have brought the sunglasses down. “How exactly am I supposed to guard against an invitation to dinner and a show?”
“You’re purposefully misconstruing what I’m saying,” Ororo said pushing her own glass of water over to Jean when the red-head reached for her empty glass.
“I know, I know,” Jean said shooting a friend a grateful look. “I know you don’t like her, hell I know everybody and their brother doesn’t like her. I’m also aware that you don’t trust her and I’ll admit there’s more than enough evidence and precedence to support those feeling,” she went on sounding a bit weary. “But, I’ve spent quite a bit of time around Emma over the past couple of months, and while it wasn’t always pleasant I can tell you that she’s not a creature of pure evil. I’ve been inside of her mind, I’ve spent a lot of time talking to her and I can comfortably say that I’m on my way to getting to know her. I certainly know her better than anyone else here,” Jean went on pinching the bridge of her nose, “and she’s … she deserves a second chance Ro. I’ve seen glimpses of the person she keeps hidden behind that frosty exterior of hers and … I think I like her.”
“She’s different with you Jean,” Ororo began carefully. She and some of the others had noticed that while Emma wasn’t always exactly friendly with Jean she did seem to interact with her in a less obviously combative and provocative way than she did with every one else.
“Yes, she is, which is exactly my point,” Jean interjected. “I don’t treat her like she’s still the enemy, I don’t shot her death glares every time I see her, or make her feel like I resent her very existence. And, not surprisingly, she responds to that. You can’t expect her to open up to you, to trust you when you make your hatred of her so very obvious,” Jean went on. “She does have feelings. She’s very good at hiding it, but the way you react to her, the way everyone treats her hurts her, and it makes her act even more cold and aloof.”
“She has brought the distrust and apathy upon herself,” Ororo pointed out not unreasonably.
“Yes, and she knows that,” Jean replied sighing forcing herself to relax a little. “But at what point have we punished her enough? If nobody was going to give her a chance we should have stood up to the professor and told him to get rid of her. But by agreeing to his decision we also made an implicit agreement to treat her with a certain amount of professional respect,” Jean sighed. “She’s held up her part of the deal, and to make someone, especially a telepath live in an environment where it’s acceptable for everyone to project every nasty thought they’ve ever had about her in her direction whenever she’s in sight is cruel. It’s cruel Ororo, and if you want to know why Emma is like she is all you have to do is imagine a childhood filled with such cruelty.”
Ororo nodded and sighed. She recognized some truth in what Jean was saying, but she knew that it wouldn’t be as easy for herself or the others to forgive Emma has it had been for Jean. Obviously whatever Jean had seen in her head that first night had deeply affected her impression of the blonde, and while that was well and good for Jean, the rest of them were going to have to find this other less hateful side of Emma Frost in their own due time.
“You feel strongly about her.” It was a statement not a question.
Jean simply nodded having speechified herself out. Her head was throbbing again and she just wanted to lie down.
“I’ll talk to the others,” Ororo said, she could do that at least. She had been very careful to keep her emotions in check and her shields particularly strong when she was around the blonde to stop any negative feelings from leaking out, and while she had heard some comments from people when Emma wasn’t around, she’d assumed that the others were doing the same. If that wasn’t the case, Jean had a valid point and it needed to be dealt with. “I didn’t realize it had been that bad for her.”
Jean nodded but didn’t say anything. Ororo hadn’t noticed, nobody besides her had noticed because they didn’t care to notice but she didn’t feel like going another round at the moment, and her friend’s statement was at least an acknowledgement. She herself had spoken to the worst offenders, but as much as it galled her she knew that coming from Ororo the warnings would have more pull. Somehow the opinion around the mansion was that Emma was some sort of pet project of hers, the Eliza Doolittle to her Henry Higgins or something, and as such that she had a biased view of the woman and they weren’t required to listen to her.
“I appreciate that,” Jean said finally reaching across the table and squeezing Ororo’s hand to let her know that she really meant it despite her rather lackluster tone. “Listen, I’m glad that we had this talk. I think we should have had it before, but I need to take some Advil and get some more sleep.”
Ororo nodded and told her to keep drinking water before standing up and allowing Jean to stumble back to her room for some peace and quite, and hopefully some fitful unconsciousness.
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Part 7
Jean sighed contentedly before yelping and springing upright into a sitting position on her bed.
“It’s just me.”
Emma. Jean blinked, the voice belonged to Emma.
“What the hell!?!” Jean demanded blinking as she tried to focus on the slightly smirking blonde. “What are you doing in here?” ‘And how?’ she thought glaring at the blonde slightly, getting ready to accuse her of picking the lock when she remembered that she hadn’t locked the door when she stumbled up from breakfast with Ororo.
“The world around town was that you were suffering from an abysmally awful hang-over. I thought I’d come by and offer my services,” Emma responded running a hand through her hair as she gazed over at the sleep rumpled redhead. “When you didn’t answer I let myself in.”
“That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think,” Jean replied her voice more reasonable now that she had calmed down. Her head felt much better and it made her mood much more pleasant than it might have been otherwise.
“Perhaps,” Emma admitted. “But your head feels better doesn’t it?” she asked smiling knowingly. “Really darling, there was no need to suffer for so long, you should’ve come to see me. I could’ve fixed you up in a jiffy.”
“I …” Jean sighed and flopped down. “I didn’t think of you,” she mumbled feeling kind of foolish. She had thought about how helpful it would’ve been if she could have used her powers on herself, but even with those thoughts it hadn’t occurred to her to go to Emma for a cure to what ailed her.
“Yes, well,” Emma said her voice cooling as she turned away from her to stare out into the relative darkness of the Summers’ bedroom for a moment. “I am a rather recent addition to the household. Oversights are bound to happen.”
Jean watched the blonde for a moment seeing the stiff set of her shoulders and not missing the slight chill that had come into her voice. She’d upset the blonde when she said she hadn’t thought of her and that surprised her. Even though she had spent the better part of an hour trying to convince Ororo that the blonde wasn’t made of stone, it still surprised her to see Emma revealing some emotion, even accidentally.
“That didn’t come out right,” Jean said sighing. Emma had actually been the first thing that she had thought about upon waking, which had alarmed and disturbed her. She had purposefully been trying to put the blonde out of her mind all day, but that didn’t mean that she wanted Emma to know that. “I just wasn’t at my best this morning. And Ororo ambushed me as soon as I stepped out of the door,” she continued draping her arm over her eyes. “I think I would’ve had a much better morning if I had been with you.”
“My heart sings,” Emma responded dryly but turned to face Jean once again. “Is your head feeling better now? You kind of interrupted me in the process.” She supposed that she should have anticipated some awkwardness from Jean. She’d had more to drink than she planned on the night before and had found herself less controlled than usual leading to the unexpected end to their night out. She had managed to get some control of her inebriated desires and reel herself in enough at the last moment to make the kiss she gave Jean something entirely more innocent than she had originally intended, but she had still kissed her. Sometimes it was a burden to be a friendly drunk, it really was. Still considering that they were now sitting on the woman’s marriage bed the morning after the awkward embrace, it was actually a relief that things weren’t more uncomfortable.
“Much better,” Jean replied sitting up again, crossing her legs under the blanket. “Thank you.” She wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea that Emma had seen fit to play around in her mind when she was asleep, but she did feel better and if the blonde had tried anything invasive she would have been aware of it. It seemed the blonde really was only trying to help her out, and considering that expect for the day before she’d never seen Emma try to do anything remotely nice for anyone she figured that she wouldn’t grill the blonde because of it. Besides she’d seen much more in her uninvited foray into the blonde’s mind, and while she knew Emma wasn’t pleased about it, even in her most combative moments she hadn’t attacked Jean with that fact knowing the redhead had just been trying to help.
“Well, I suppose it was somewhat my fault that you were in this condition to begin with,” Emma replied standing up and moving slowly around the room. It was the first time she had been in Jean’s bedroom, which probably made entering without permission even more presumptuous but she didn’t really care. “I really thought your people were better at holding their liquor.”
“You know, despite my hair I’m not actually Irish,” Jean commented with some amusement watching as Emma studied her surroundings, resisting the urge to glance around to see if there were any socks or underwear laying around of the floor. She hadn’t exactly been expecting company.
“Oh I know,” Emma replied not bothering to turn and look at Jean as she spoke. “It’s just that it always seemed to bother you and I found that amusing.”
“Charming,” Jean replied sarcastically watching as Emma continued to stroll through her room.
“Yes, you seemed to think so last night,” Emma replied opening up Jean’s drapes which had been pulled tight for darkness and staring out at the Institute’s grounds for a moment. “You like antiques, don’t you?” Emma continued a moment later when Jean didn’t respond to her previous comment. She hadn’t really expected the redhead too anyway.
“Yes,” Jean said carefully not terribly impressed by Emma’s previous comment. Not because it was untrue but because it was truer than she was comfortable admitting. She had spent the morning trying to convince Storm that she didn’t need to be wary of Emma Frost, but she found herself reconsidering her friend’s words to be careful around the blonde – though the danger she was beginning to feel in Emma’s presence was not what Ororo had in mind.
“I know a quaint little shop not far from here,” Emma continued at Jean’s guarded response to her comment. “We should go some time.”
She had been getting increasing bored hanging around the mansion all of the time, but she hadn’t realized exactly how much she had missed the outside world until the night before. Going out with Jean had entertained her and awakened a certain amount of restlessness in her. And the redhead actually hadn’t been bad company when she stopped pestering her about her feelings and just relaxed and spoke to her like a normal human being. In fact she had somewhat enjoyed being around Jean the night before.
She wanted to get out of the house again, she didn’t want to do it alone, and since she didn’t hate the idea of spending more time with Jean so she figured she could at least make the offer. After all, the redhead had practically been stalking for the past three months, it was about time she gave something back.
“That sounds nice,” Jean said trying not to think about the fact that the offer was made simply to please her. She had seen Emma’s office and bedroom, she knew that the other woman’s tastes ran more modern and that it was unlikely that if they did go to such a shop that Emma would buy anything. “When were you thinking of?”
“T…” Emma started to say, the word ‘today’ on the tip of her tongue before she bit the words off. It was clear to her that Jean was slightly uncomfortable with what had happened between them the night before, but not uncomfortable enough to refuse to see her or speak to her. She was just a little spooked and if Emma handled the situation correctly she could smooth things over. But she didn’t want to jump the gun. Desperation was highly unattractive.
“Tomorrow, a nice leisurely Sunday outing,” she finally replied turning around to face Jean once again. “If you think you can stand my company again so soon.”
Jean smiled. “I think I might be able to manage it,” she replied relieved by Emma’s answer. For a moment she’d thought that the blonde was going to suggest they go today, and if she had she knew she would’ve had to turn her down, despite the sweetness of the offer. She was still to frazzled to be alone with the blonde for an extended period of time today, she needed some time to sort herself out, and, she thought ruefully, to fully recover from her last outing with Emma.
“Okay,” Emma said softly stepping away from the window. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your beauty sleep,” she went on glancing at Jean as she spoke before taking a few steps towards the door. “Not that you need it of course,” she continued as she reached the door. “Ta,” she grinning at Jean before ducking out the door.
Jean sighed and lay down again, her mind now turned towards her outing with Emma the next day, beginning to both look forward to it and feel anxiously about it. She rolled over on to her side and pulled up her blanket once more, but she was fairly certain she wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that afternoon.
To Be Continued...
Janine
Comments always welcome and greatly appreciated :D
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Date: 2006-05-13 07:15 pm (UTC)Yay, definately check out the recs. Those fics are stellar, and the Jean/Emma one is what inspired me to start writing the pair
You can make her say bitchy things with a sweet voice and really cute comments with a sarcastic under-tone.
*Phew* I was hoping that the sweet under-tone was in there, because unlike most I do believe that Emma has a beating heart, lol
I also like that Emma does not hide the fact that she is on a date and makes it actually very obvious, but on the other hand she is almost mocking it to be safe.
So true. Even Emma's not willing to admit to her feelings for Jean even to herself. Oh emotionally retarded Emma I just wanna hug you.
Thanks for responding, and I hope you enjoy what's to come :D