Fic: Underneath It All (12/?)
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fembuckTitle: Underneath It All
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Part 12
Two days later…
Jean found her eyes drifting away from her salad once more to look outside of the cafeteria window. Emma was outside, her hair shining in the sunlight, her white outfit making her stand out from the other figures in the yard even more than her beauty did. She was slowly walking back and forth supervising a baseball game that was going on giving Jean an extended view of the woman’s beautiful body in motion.
“Is everything alright?”
Jean blinked and ripped her eyes away from the lithe figure outside of the window turning to look at Ororo who was watching her keenly. Ororo had probably been talking to her.
“What do you mean?” Jean asked looking down and spearing some pieces of lettuce and cheese.
“You two were getting rather close,” Ororo responded ignoring Jean’s attempt at evasion. She was perfectly aware of who the redhead had been watching through the window and wasn’t going to waste time pretending she didn’t know that Emma Frost was on her friend’s mind. “You can pretend you have no idea what I’m talking about, but clearly something happened,” she continued when Jean simply glanced up her with wide eyes.
Jean stared at her white haired friend for a moment trying to decide what she should do. Ororo obviously knew something was up, so if they talked what she said probably wouldn’t come as a huge surprise to her friend. However, Ororo was Scott’s friend too and she didn’t want to necessarily put her into a position where she had to keep secrets from him. Not that he was around for Ororo to be confronted by.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Jean said finally. Scott wasn’t around, and she needed to talk. She knew that Ororo would keep her confidence and there wasn’t a person besides the professor in the mansion whose opinion she respected more.
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They walked in silence for a few moments along the winding driveway at the front of the mansion. Jean didn’t want to be anywhere where there were prying ears, but she also didn’t want to have Emma in sight, which meant they had to move to the front of the school.
“I’m attracted to her,” Jean said finally, the words followed by a long punctuated sigh.
“I know,” Ororo responded glancing over at Jean.
Jean closed her eyes and shook her head. “Is it really that obvious?” she asked not sure what she thought about that, and wondering who else might have noticed.
“To those that know you,” Ororo replied diplomatically.
“Something happened a couple nights ago,” Jean began deciding to worry about the bedroom eyes she had apparently been giving Emma at a later date. “I … she kissed me. I mean she kissed me, and I let her,” she continued glancing over at Ororo watching her reaction to the revelation carefully. “Things got a little … heated after that,” she continued looking away from Ororo to stare at the grounds around them.
“You slept with her?” Ororo asked trying to make sure she understood exactly what it was Jean was confessing to. Though she tried to keep the sound out of her voice, she was actually rather surprised that things had progressed that far. She had seen her friend’s attraction to the blonde, and knew that Emma was actively flirting with Jean, but she hadn’t really expected anything to come of it. She had assumed at most that Jean was flattered by the attention and that Emma was simply testing the waters to see how far Jean would let her take things before putting a stop to it.
“No,” Jean replied quickly and vehemently. “But I wanted to,” she admitted her voice softening with the admission. “And I very nearly did,” she continued remembering the feel of Emma’s skin against her own, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her thighs pressed against her and the warm weight of her body beneath her. She had definitely wanted to. “I only stopped because I saw of picture of Scott and was overcome with guilt,” Jean continued suddenly seized by the desire to lay it all out on the table and confess the extent of her sin. “If I hadn’t seen it,” she continued shaking her head. “I feel guilty, I do. I’m ashamed of myself, to think that I almost … but I … I still…”
“Want her,” Ororo supplied seeing where Jean was going and understanding why it was difficult for her to get the words out of her mouth.
“Yes,” Jean admitted. “But it’s not just that,” which was what made it so difficult. “It’s not just sexual. In a way I wish it was because that would make things so much easier. Sexual frustration I could take care of myself,” she went on before pausing momentarily and blushing as she realized what she had just said. “But I like her Ro. I really like her. She’s smart, and funny, and sweet in this really bizarre and cantankerous way, and I feel … I’m afraid that I’m …” she paused, running an agitated hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried avoiding her but I can’t stop thinking about her, and …” Jean stopped suddenly her gaze clouding over momentarily. She sighed not believing the timing. Professor X was in her head calling her, he needed to speak with her immediately.
“It’s the professor,” Jean said a moment later focusing on Ororo once more, not quite able to keep the irritation out of her voice. “I have to go.”
Ororo nodded reaching out to squeeze Jean’s shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll talk later,” the weather witch said releasing her hold. Jean nodded and started back to the building. Ororo watched her leave, a worried expression covering her face.
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Part 13
Emma paused as she reached the doorway of the kitchen, stepping back and to the side quickly so that she was hidden from sight from the occupant of the room. Letting her head fall back against the wall she tilted her head up to contemplate the ceiling and breathed in deeply. She’d been doing her best to avoid Jean since the incident in her bedroom a few days before and she knew that Jean had been trying to avoid her too, though she had found that despite their obvious attempts at evasion their eyes had an annoying habit of finding each other quite often across the quad, across the dining room table and down hallways.
She’d spent much of that very day contemplating the situation she found herself in with Jean and what to do about it. She’d thought that if she just decided to not acknowledge the redhead or her attraction to her that that would take care of the matter. Whenever she’d tired of someone in the past deciding that she was no longer going to bother with them and putting them out of her mind had actually put them out of her mind. However, like most things with Jean, this no longer worked for her either. She found herself thinking about the redhead just as much if not more since their self-imposed hiatus from each other, and she knew exactly why that was.
She actually, genuinely cared about Jean Grey. She had known for a while that she lusted after her, she had even acknowledged quite a while before that she enjoyed the redhead’s company, but it was more than that and it was that deeper connection that she had been fighting to avoid admitting to.
The truth of the matter was she wanted to be with Jean Grey. She didn’t just want to fuck her – though she did want to fuck her. She didn’t just want to spend time with her when she couldn’t think of anything better to do. She wanted to make love to Jean, slowly, often and repeatedly. She wanted to lay with her afterwards and talk to her. She wanted to spend her free time with the other woman, and missed her, actually missed her when she wasn’t around.
She wanted to be Jean’s girlfriend and as annoying as she found idea, she couldn’t deny it. And that was a huge fucking problem, because as their last significant encounter had reminded them, Jean was married.
Of course, she was married to a selfish, self-righteous, douche-bag and that comforted Emma somewhat.
When she had realized that being away from Jean was making her miserable, and that she really disliked being miserable she’d decided that she was just going to have to win Jean over, and the fact that Scott was a little bitch-boy that ran away from his wife because he was angsting made the possibly of doing just that much more plausible then it may have otherwise been.
Besides, Jean wanted her too, she could see it in her eyes when they looked at each other. She could feel it the other night as they touched each other. She wanted Jean, Jean wanted her, and Scott wanted space, so it very much made sense to her that she should be with Jean, while Scott got to enjoy all of the space he could possibly want, alone.
Emma straightened her shoulders and headed into the kitchen.
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Jean looked up, not particularly surprised to see Emma enter the kitchen. She hadn’t been certain but she’d felt the blonde’s presence a few moments before nearby and knew that it was probably only a matter of time before she made her way into the room.
“Ice cream’s all gone,” Jean said by way of greeting her eyes lingering on Emma's form for a moment before she lowered her gaze back to her bowl. The blonde was in a knee length, sheer white nightgown that excentuated every single one of her exquisite curves and Jean knew her gaze would soon turn into oggling if she looked at the blonde any longer.
“I guess you’ll just have to share then,” Emma responded moving to the side and opening a drawer to take out a spoon before moving to an empty stool on Jean’s right.
Jean shrugged and moved the bowl to the side slightly so that Emma wouldn’t have to practically sit in her lap in order to reach it.
Since Emma had come into the room knowing full well she was in there, Jean had expected the blonde to say something, to try and initiate some kind of conversation, but Emma didn’t make a sound and Jean found that she had no idea what to say, leaving them in silence.
Jean gave up on the ice cream leaving it Emma and began fiddling with her spoon trying to think of something that would break the awkward, oppressive silence that covered the room.
Distractedly Jean brought the spoon up to her mouth to lick away remnants of vanilla that still covered it, but preoccupied as she was she missed her mouth and ended up hitting her cheek with the spoon, leaving a dollop of white cream on her face.
“First day with the new mouth, dear?” Emma asked almost as soon as Jean realized what she’d done. Jean resisted the urge to sigh, it figured that Emma would’ve seen that. Still, despite her embarrassment she was somewhat glad to be teased, it felt very familiar and hope momentarily flared in her chest that things might be able to go back the way they were before. And she wanted that, she still wanted to be friends with Emma. She did genuinely like the other woman.
“Apparently,” Jean muttered putting the spoon down before lifting her hand to begin cleaning off the icy treat. However before her hand got there she felt a warm hand cupping her cheek, Emma having beaten her to it.
“Hold still,” Emma said encouraging Jean to shift on the stool slightly so that she was looking straight at her. With that she then rubbed at the spot with her thumb transferring the glob from Jean’s face to her finger. Emma removed her hand for a moment staring at the messy digit and then stuck her thumb in her mouth, cleaning it off before reaching for Jean again, using the now clean and damp digit to remove any residual stickiness that may have lingered after her first pass.
Emma remained cupping Jean’s face in her hand after she had finished cleaning the woman up. She couldn’t read the redhead telepathically, but she could see desire and longing in her eyes. Her touch was affecting the redhead, she was certain of it, if she leaned in and kissed her she was certain that Jean would allow the contact.
Jean met Emma’s searching gaze even though she wanted to look away. The blonde was studying her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought and Jean wondered what she was thinking. There was something sad and yearning beneath Emma’s studious gaze and Jean wanted to reach out to her, she wanted to touch her.
Emma blinked but didn’t move as she saw Jean begin to sway towards her, her eyes closing seconds before the redhead’s lips landed against her own, pressing softly. She brought the hand that wasn’t still on Jean’s cheek to rest on her thigh, and leaned forward responding to the tentative contact Jean had initiated.
Jean pulled back to gaze at Emma, watching as the blonde’s sky blue eyes slowly opened. ‘She had her eyes closed’ Jean thought as she reached out to the blonde, her fingers moving to Emma’s mouth, brushing against her lips. She found it incredibly sweet and extremely sexy that Emma had had her eyes closed.
She leaned in again, deepening the kiss this time, allowing her tongue to enter Emma’s mouth, drinking in the blonde’s soft sigh. Emma's mouth was warm and welcoming, the hand the blonde still had cupping her soft and gentle. Emma felt so good, it felt so good to be touching her and to be touched by her. She just wanted to fall into Emma's arms and be enveloped by her.
She found herself slipping off of the stool and into a standing position, taking a step closer to Emma, never once losing contact with her lips, until she was standing between Emma’s spread legs, the blonde’s head tilted up to meet her lips. Her movement caused Emma’s hands to leave her face and leg, but the blonde soon settled them on her hips, one hand moving behind Jean to stroke her back as their lips continued to move against each other.
Jean broke away from the blonde’s lips once more, and grasped the hand Emma had placed on her hip. She lifted it bringing it to her mouth, kissing Emma’s palm before lowering the hand, placing it over her breast, holding it there for a moment. Jean could feel Emma's bare thighs against her own, the shorts she was wearing allowing much of their skin to come in contact and dropped her hand to Emma's thigh, running it up along the length of Emma's leg pushing the helm of her gown up as she luxuriated in the silky smooth feeling of Emma's skin.
Emma’s lips parted and Jean knew that she could feel the hardening of her nipple through the thin material of her night shirt. She began to lean down again, intent on capturing the blonde’s lips once more.
“No I’m sure she was Russian. A crazy Russian, but then again that distinction is kind of redundant, isn’t it?”
Jean froze as Bobby’s voice reached her ears. She stared at Emma for a moment and then pulled back, groping behind her for the stool she had been seated on before, settling back down on it and spinning so that she was seated behind the counter. She saw Emma smooth down her nightgown and then the blonde shifted so that she fully seated behind the counter again and picked up her spoon twisting it idly between her fingers as figures appeared in the doorway.
“Jean! Frosty!” Bobby greeted loudly with a smile. He was very clearly drunk. “You ladies missed an excellent night out. There were shenanigans,” he continued as Ororo, Kitty, Rogue and Peter followed him into the kitchen. “Shenanigans were had. But I’m sure whatever you two were doing was fun too,” he went on leering at them though his eyes were mostly focused on Emma's chest.
“You’re drunk,” Kitty said moving to the fridge interrupting the silence that followed Bobby’s last remark before it could become awkward. “Here,” she said removing a bottle of water. “Drink, I’m not babysitting you for the rest of the night, and I’m certainly not cleaning up.”
“Is there any ice-cream left?” Rogue asked ambling over to the counter taking Kitty’s clue and striving for normalcy. Honestly she was having a hard time not staring at Emma's breasts. It wasn't that cold in the room, and she began to wonder if there was anything to Bobby's drunken insinuation.
“Fraid not,” Jean replied forcing herself to appear normal. “Emma finished it off,” she joked automatically slipping into a familiar pattern of teasing, one that she quickly discovered Emma wasn’t in the mood to reciprocate. Not that she could blame the blonde woman considering what had been going on before the others crashed their party.
Emma turned to look at Jean and frowned. “Despite Tiger’s allegation I don’t make it a habit to sneak down here in the middle of the night to steal frozen milk products,” she replied looking over at Rogue, the dissatisfied and annoyed look still on her face.
“Then why is the bowl in front of you?” Kitty asked moving over beside Rogue so that she could see the countertop.
“And why do you have a spoon?” Bobby accused pointing at the spoon Emma was absently stroking with her thumb.
Emma looked down at the spoon in question and then glared at Jean before turning her icy gaze on the other occupants of the room. To say that she was not in a very charitable mood at the moment would have been a very generous description indeed. She didn’t enjoy being teased by the other X-Men on the best of days and she certainly didn’t appreciate their drunken ribbing at the moment. Things had been going rather well with Jean before they had shown up, she hadn’t even really needed to turn on the old Frost charm to get the redhead virtually pressing her up against the kitchen counter and the interruption was not appreciated.
Emma’s jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring slightly before she pushed her stool back and stood up. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with this shit. “Gushingly glad we had this opportunity chat,” Emma said, her voice flat and aloof not making the least bit of effort to pretend that she was anything but exasperated and irritated with the lot of them.
That said the blonde then dropped the spoon she had been holding onto the counter and strode out of the kitchen without another word.
“Maybe she’s not a night person,” Kitty suggested smirking once Emma was out of sight.
“She’s not really a morning person either,” Bobby added helpfully.
“Or an afternoon person,” Kitty supplied in case anyone was wondering.
“Evening isn’t really her forte either,” Bobby finished causing laughter to briefly ripple throughout the room.
Jean stood up wearily not in the mood to deal with the banter and Emma bashing. Picking up the bowl and her spoon as well as Emma’s she moved to the sink and deposited them before moving towards the door.
Ororo caught her eye as she was about to leave and Jean held the other woman’s gaze for a moment before biting her lip and shaking her head wearily.
She really didn’t want to talk about it.
To be continued...
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
Part 12
Two days later…
Jean found her eyes drifting away from her salad once more to look outside of the cafeteria window. Emma was outside, her hair shining in the sunlight, her white outfit making her stand out from the other figures in the yard even more than her beauty did. She was slowly walking back and forth supervising a baseball game that was going on giving Jean an extended view of the woman’s beautiful body in motion.
“Is everything alright?”
Jean blinked and ripped her eyes away from the lithe figure outside of the window turning to look at Ororo who was watching her keenly. Ororo had probably been talking to her.
“What do you mean?” Jean asked looking down and spearing some pieces of lettuce and cheese.
“You two were getting rather close,” Ororo responded ignoring Jean’s attempt at evasion. She was perfectly aware of who the redhead had been watching through the window and wasn’t going to waste time pretending she didn’t know that Emma Frost was on her friend’s mind. “You can pretend you have no idea what I’m talking about, but clearly something happened,” she continued when Jean simply glanced up her with wide eyes.
Jean stared at her white haired friend for a moment trying to decide what she should do. Ororo obviously knew something was up, so if they talked what she said probably wouldn’t come as a huge surprise to her friend. However, Ororo was Scott’s friend too and she didn’t want to necessarily put her into a position where she had to keep secrets from him. Not that he was around for Ororo to be confronted by.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Jean said finally. Scott wasn’t around, and she needed to talk. She knew that Ororo would keep her confidence and there wasn’t a person besides the professor in the mansion whose opinion she respected more.
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They walked in silence for a few moments along the winding driveway at the front of the mansion. Jean didn’t want to be anywhere where there were prying ears, but she also didn’t want to have Emma in sight, which meant they had to move to the front of the school.
“I’m attracted to her,” Jean said finally, the words followed by a long punctuated sigh.
“I know,” Ororo responded glancing over at Jean.
Jean closed her eyes and shook her head. “Is it really that obvious?” she asked not sure what she thought about that, and wondering who else might have noticed.
“To those that know you,” Ororo replied diplomatically.
“Something happened a couple nights ago,” Jean began deciding to worry about the bedroom eyes she had apparently been giving Emma at a later date. “I … she kissed me. I mean she kissed me, and I let her,” she continued glancing over at Ororo watching her reaction to the revelation carefully. “Things got a little … heated after that,” she continued looking away from Ororo to stare at the grounds around them.
“You slept with her?” Ororo asked trying to make sure she understood exactly what it was Jean was confessing to. Though she tried to keep the sound out of her voice, she was actually rather surprised that things had progressed that far. She had seen her friend’s attraction to the blonde, and knew that Emma was actively flirting with Jean, but she hadn’t really expected anything to come of it. She had assumed at most that Jean was flattered by the attention and that Emma was simply testing the waters to see how far Jean would let her take things before putting a stop to it.
“No,” Jean replied quickly and vehemently. “But I wanted to,” she admitted her voice softening with the admission. “And I very nearly did,” she continued remembering the feel of Emma’s skin against her own, the taste of her mouth, the feel of her thighs pressed against her and the warm weight of her body beneath her. She had definitely wanted to. “I only stopped because I saw of picture of Scott and was overcome with guilt,” Jean continued suddenly seized by the desire to lay it all out on the table and confess the extent of her sin. “If I hadn’t seen it,” she continued shaking her head. “I feel guilty, I do. I’m ashamed of myself, to think that I almost … but I … I still…”
“Want her,” Ororo supplied seeing where Jean was going and understanding why it was difficult for her to get the words out of her mouth.
“Yes,” Jean admitted. “But it’s not just that,” which was what made it so difficult. “It’s not just sexual. In a way I wish it was because that would make things so much easier. Sexual frustration I could take care of myself,” she went on before pausing momentarily and blushing as she realized what she had just said. “But I like her Ro. I really like her. She’s smart, and funny, and sweet in this really bizarre and cantankerous way, and I feel … I’m afraid that I’m …” she paused, running an agitated hand through her hair. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried avoiding her but I can’t stop thinking about her, and …” Jean stopped suddenly her gaze clouding over momentarily. She sighed not believing the timing. Professor X was in her head calling her, he needed to speak with her immediately.
“It’s the professor,” Jean said a moment later focusing on Ororo once more, not quite able to keep the irritation out of her voice. “I have to go.”
Ororo nodded reaching out to squeeze Jean’s shoulder reassuringly. “We’ll talk later,” the weather witch said releasing her hold. Jean nodded and started back to the building. Ororo watched her leave, a worried expression covering her face.
Part 13
Emma paused as she reached the doorway of the kitchen, stepping back and to the side quickly so that she was hidden from sight from the occupant of the room. Letting her head fall back against the wall she tilted her head up to contemplate the ceiling and breathed in deeply. She’d been doing her best to avoid Jean since the incident in her bedroom a few days before and she knew that Jean had been trying to avoid her too, though she had found that despite their obvious attempts at evasion their eyes had an annoying habit of finding each other quite often across the quad, across the dining room table and down hallways.
She’d spent much of that very day contemplating the situation she found herself in with Jean and what to do about it. She’d thought that if she just decided to not acknowledge the redhead or her attraction to her that that would take care of the matter. Whenever she’d tired of someone in the past deciding that she was no longer going to bother with them and putting them out of her mind had actually put them out of her mind. However, like most things with Jean, this no longer worked for her either. She found herself thinking about the redhead just as much if not more since their self-imposed hiatus from each other, and she knew exactly why that was.
She actually, genuinely cared about Jean Grey. She had known for a while that she lusted after her, she had even acknowledged quite a while before that she enjoyed the redhead’s company, but it was more than that and it was that deeper connection that she had been fighting to avoid admitting to.
The truth of the matter was she wanted to be with Jean Grey. She didn’t just want to fuck her – though she did want to fuck her. She didn’t just want to spend time with her when she couldn’t think of anything better to do. She wanted to make love to Jean, slowly, often and repeatedly. She wanted to lay with her afterwards and talk to her. She wanted to spend her free time with the other woman, and missed her, actually missed her when she wasn’t around.
She wanted to be Jean’s girlfriend and as annoying as she found idea, she couldn’t deny it. And that was a huge fucking problem, because as their last significant encounter had reminded them, Jean was married.
Of course, she was married to a selfish, self-righteous, douche-bag and that comforted Emma somewhat.
When she had realized that being away from Jean was making her miserable, and that she really disliked being miserable she’d decided that she was just going to have to win Jean over, and the fact that Scott was a little bitch-boy that ran away from his wife because he was angsting made the possibly of doing just that much more plausible then it may have otherwise been.
Besides, Jean wanted her too, she could see it in her eyes when they looked at each other. She could feel it the other night as they touched each other. She wanted Jean, Jean wanted her, and Scott wanted space, so it very much made sense to her that she should be with Jean, while Scott got to enjoy all of the space he could possibly want, alone.
Emma straightened her shoulders and headed into the kitchen.
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Jean looked up, not particularly surprised to see Emma enter the kitchen. She hadn’t been certain but she’d felt the blonde’s presence a few moments before nearby and knew that it was probably only a matter of time before she made her way into the room.
“Ice cream’s all gone,” Jean said by way of greeting her eyes lingering on Emma's form for a moment before she lowered her gaze back to her bowl. The blonde was in a knee length, sheer white nightgown that excentuated every single one of her exquisite curves and Jean knew her gaze would soon turn into oggling if she looked at the blonde any longer.
“I guess you’ll just have to share then,” Emma responded moving to the side and opening a drawer to take out a spoon before moving to an empty stool on Jean’s right.
Jean shrugged and moved the bowl to the side slightly so that Emma wouldn’t have to practically sit in her lap in order to reach it.
Since Emma had come into the room knowing full well she was in there, Jean had expected the blonde to say something, to try and initiate some kind of conversation, but Emma didn’t make a sound and Jean found that she had no idea what to say, leaving them in silence.
Jean gave up on the ice cream leaving it Emma and began fiddling with her spoon trying to think of something that would break the awkward, oppressive silence that covered the room.
Distractedly Jean brought the spoon up to her mouth to lick away remnants of vanilla that still covered it, but preoccupied as she was she missed her mouth and ended up hitting her cheek with the spoon, leaving a dollop of white cream on her face.
“First day with the new mouth, dear?” Emma asked almost as soon as Jean realized what she’d done. Jean resisted the urge to sigh, it figured that Emma would’ve seen that. Still, despite her embarrassment she was somewhat glad to be teased, it felt very familiar and hope momentarily flared in her chest that things might be able to go back the way they were before. And she wanted that, she still wanted to be friends with Emma. She did genuinely like the other woman.
“Apparently,” Jean muttered putting the spoon down before lifting her hand to begin cleaning off the icy treat. However before her hand got there she felt a warm hand cupping her cheek, Emma having beaten her to it.
“Hold still,” Emma said encouraging Jean to shift on the stool slightly so that she was looking straight at her. With that she then rubbed at the spot with her thumb transferring the glob from Jean’s face to her finger. Emma removed her hand for a moment staring at the messy digit and then stuck her thumb in her mouth, cleaning it off before reaching for Jean again, using the now clean and damp digit to remove any residual stickiness that may have lingered after her first pass.
Emma remained cupping Jean’s face in her hand after she had finished cleaning the woman up. She couldn’t read the redhead telepathically, but she could see desire and longing in her eyes. Her touch was affecting the redhead, she was certain of it, if she leaned in and kissed her she was certain that Jean would allow the contact.
Jean met Emma’s searching gaze even though she wanted to look away. The blonde was studying her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought and Jean wondered what she was thinking. There was something sad and yearning beneath Emma’s studious gaze and Jean wanted to reach out to her, she wanted to touch her.
Emma blinked but didn’t move as she saw Jean begin to sway towards her, her eyes closing seconds before the redhead’s lips landed against her own, pressing softly. She brought the hand that wasn’t still on Jean’s cheek to rest on her thigh, and leaned forward responding to the tentative contact Jean had initiated.
Jean pulled back to gaze at Emma, watching as the blonde’s sky blue eyes slowly opened. ‘She had her eyes closed’ Jean thought as she reached out to the blonde, her fingers moving to Emma’s mouth, brushing against her lips. She found it incredibly sweet and extremely sexy that Emma had had her eyes closed.
She leaned in again, deepening the kiss this time, allowing her tongue to enter Emma’s mouth, drinking in the blonde’s soft sigh. Emma's mouth was warm and welcoming, the hand the blonde still had cupping her soft and gentle. Emma felt so good, it felt so good to be touching her and to be touched by her. She just wanted to fall into Emma's arms and be enveloped by her.
She found herself slipping off of the stool and into a standing position, taking a step closer to Emma, never once losing contact with her lips, until she was standing between Emma’s spread legs, the blonde’s head tilted up to meet her lips. Her movement caused Emma’s hands to leave her face and leg, but the blonde soon settled them on her hips, one hand moving behind Jean to stroke her back as their lips continued to move against each other.
Jean broke away from the blonde’s lips once more, and grasped the hand Emma had placed on her hip. She lifted it bringing it to her mouth, kissing Emma’s palm before lowering the hand, placing it over her breast, holding it there for a moment. Jean could feel Emma's bare thighs against her own, the shorts she was wearing allowing much of their skin to come in contact and dropped her hand to Emma's thigh, running it up along the length of Emma's leg pushing the helm of her gown up as she luxuriated in the silky smooth feeling of Emma's skin.
Emma’s lips parted and Jean knew that she could feel the hardening of her nipple through the thin material of her night shirt. She began to lean down again, intent on capturing the blonde’s lips once more.
“No I’m sure she was Russian. A crazy Russian, but then again that distinction is kind of redundant, isn’t it?”
Jean froze as Bobby’s voice reached her ears. She stared at Emma for a moment and then pulled back, groping behind her for the stool she had been seated on before, settling back down on it and spinning so that she was seated behind the counter. She saw Emma smooth down her nightgown and then the blonde shifted so that she fully seated behind the counter again and picked up her spoon twisting it idly between her fingers as figures appeared in the doorway.
“Jean! Frosty!” Bobby greeted loudly with a smile. He was very clearly drunk. “You ladies missed an excellent night out. There were shenanigans,” he continued as Ororo, Kitty, Rogue and Peter followed him into the kitchen. “Shenanigans were had. But I’m sure whatever you two were doing was fun too,” he went on leering at them though his eyes were mostly focused on Emma's chest.
“You’re drunk,” Kitty said moving to the fridge interrupting the silence that followed Bobby’s last remark before it could become awkward. “Here,” she said removing a bottle of water. “Drink, I’m not babysitting you for the rest of the night, and I’m certainly not cleaning up.”
“Is there any ice-cream left?” Rogue asked ambling over to the counter taking Kitty’s clue and striving for normalcy. Honestly she was having a hard time not staring at Emma's breasts. It wasn't that cold in the room, and she began to wonder if there was anything to Bobby's drunken insinuation.
“Fraid not,” Jean replied forcing herself to appear normal. “Emma finished it off,” she joked automatically slipping into a familiar pattern of teasing, one that she quickly discovered Emma wasn’t in the mood to reciprocate. Not that she could blame the blonde woman considering what had been going on before the others crashed their party.
Emma turned to look at Jean and frowned. “Despite Tiger’s allegation I don’t make it a habit to sneak down here in the middle of the night to steal frozen milk products,” she replied looking over at Rogue, the dissatisfied and annoyed look still on her face.
“Then why is the bowl in front of you?” Kitty asked moving over beside Rogue so that she could see the countertop.
“And why do you have a spoon?” Bobby accused pointing at the spoon Emma was absently stroking with her thumb.
Emma looked down at the spoon in question and then glared at Jean before turning her icy gaze on the other occupants of the room. To say that she was not in a very charitable mood at the moment would have been a very generous description indeed. She didn’t enjoy being teased by the other X-Men on the best of days and she certainly didn’t appreciate their drunken ribbing at the moment. Things had been going rather well with Jean before they had shown up, she hadn’t even really needed to turn on the old Frost charm to get the redhead virtually pressing her up against the kitchen counter and the interruption was not appreciated.
Emma’s jaw clenched, her nostrils flaring slightly before she pushed her stool back and stood up. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with this shit. “Gushingly glad we had this opportunity chat,” Emma said, her voice flat and aloof not making the least bit of effort to pretend that she was anything but exasperated and irritated with the lot of them.
That said the blonde then dropped the spoon she had been holding onto the counter and strode out of the kitchen without another word.
“Maybe she’s not a night person,” Kitty suggested smirking once Emma was out of sight.
“She’s not really a morning person either,” Bobby added helpfully.
“Or an afternoon person,” Kitty supplied in case anyone was wondering.
“Evening isn’t really her forte either,” Bobby finished causing laughter to briefly ripple throughout the room.
Jean stood up wearily not in the mood to deal with the banter and Emma bashing. Picking up the bowl and her spoon as well as Emma’s she moved to the sink and deposited them before moving towards the door.
Ororo caught her eye as she was about to leave and Jean held the other woman’s gaze for a moment before biting her lip and shaking her head wearily.
She really didn’t want to talk about it.
To be continued...
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Date: 2006-06-04 06:05 am (UTC)