Fic: Underneath It All (14/?)
Jun. 9th, 2006 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fembuckTitle: Underneath It All
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: R/NC
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
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Part 14
Two days later…
Jean stared at the back of her door for a long moment as more impatient knocks sounded. She knew that it was Emma on the other side, and she was aware that Emma was quite aware that she was inside the room, but despite the fact that she knew she had been caught she was giving serious thought to just walking away from the door and leaving the blonde to stew. It wasn’t that she wanted to upset Emma, it was just that she just wasn’t sure that she was up to dealing with the blonde at that moment. She didn’t seem to have much self-control when it came to Emma these days if the incident in the kitchen, the kitchen of all places, was any indication, and her lapses in will power just seemed to be making the situation worse.
She didn’t want to be a tease. She didn’t want to continue screwing with Emma’s emotions behaving one way and saying something different. She didn’t want to lead the blonde on, which was why she had once again tried to avoid her. She knew that nothing could come of their attraction and she didn’t want to end up in another lip lock or groping session with the other woman only to douse her in cold water once more. Not being around each other, especially in bedrooms, was the only way to be fair to both of them.
There was a brief pause in the knocking and for a moment Jean thought with relief that the blonde had left. However, just as she was about to turn away from the door and head to a mirror that she could then stare into while obsessively telling herself that she loved her husband, she felt a gentle nudging at her mental shields and lowered them enough to hear what Emma had to say.
~Jean.~
Jean stayed where she was not daring to move a muscle.
~Jean.~
Jean closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to open the door. She couldn’t or she’d end up falling into Emma all over again and nothing would be solved. She was married, she couldn’t do this. No matter how much she wanted Emma or Emma wanted her. She simply wasn’t in a position to pursue it. However, she realized that her mind was considerably ahead of her body in figuring this out and that until her body caught up it meant that the door had to stay closed.
~Dammit Jean!~
Jean’s hand started to shake and she made a fist willing it to stop. Emma was upset, she could understand that. The blonde had every right to be mad at her. She hadn’t meant to, she truly hadn’t meant to, but she had led the blonde on. She had been weak a few nights ago, she had given into her inappropriate desire for the blonde, and it had been so …
Jean bit her lip trying to hold back a moan. Emma deserved an explanation and an apology, and she would give her one. She just couldn’t do it at that moment, she just couldn’t face her yet.
~Please.~
Jean blinked rapidly her eyes stinging and brought her hand up to rub at them. Emma’s mental voice was pleading, she sounded so small, so very unlike Emma and it made her want to throw the door open and draw the blonde into a huge hug.
~Do you want me to beg? Will you open the door if I fall to my knees? Do you want me to grovel? How much do I have to debase myself for you to open the door?~
Jean sighed and reached for the door knob.
Emma didn’t say anything as she entered the room, she simply stalked by Jean without even sparing a glance at her.
Jean closed the door. It was time to face the music.
“Emma, I …” Jean began, but before she could say anything the blonde was in front of her, and then she was kissing her hard, her hands gripping Jean’s biceps pulling her into her.
Jean wilted into the kiss responding automatically to Emma’s demanding lips before realizing that she was doing the exact thing she had sworn not to do.
“Emma stop,” she said struggling against the blonde’s hold. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
“You can,” Emma responded. She stopped trying to kiss Jean but didn’t release her. “You want to,” she continued staring at the redhead, lust, rage, frustration, tenderness, and uncertainty all warring within as she gazed at Jean. She was tired of waiting, she didn’t wait well. She was a go getter. If she wanted something she went and got it, but she’d tried to push down her more predatory instincts with Jean and it hadn’t gotten her anywhere. She’d hoped that if she just gave Jean time to come to terms with her feelings that the redhead would come to her. But Jean was taking to long, and Emma realized could probably take a whole lot longer debating with herself and living in self denial. She had to force the redhead’s hand. It was time to be proactive and embrace her inner alpha.
“Scott,” Jean began to say.
“Isn’t here,” Emma interrupted. “Hasn’t been here. I have. I am. And I want you. Desperately,” she continued whispering the last word because it was true and that meant she had to force it past her lips.
With that she kissed Jean again and felt the redhead respond once more, her body relaxing against her own. There was no denial with reactions like this, Jean had to realize that.
Jean felt one of Emma’s hands release her arm and then move down between their bodies. She tensed slightly into the kiss unsure what Emma was planning. She could feel the blonde’s arm resting between their bodies, but Emma made no move to touch her where she thought and she relaxed into the blonde’s kiss once more.
Long, breathless moment later Emma pulled away from Jean’s lips and stared at her. She met Emma’s gaze not bothering to try and hide her desire. Emma was right, she did want her. She wanted her badly, she wanted to give in to what she was feeling so very, very much, but she just couldn’t.
Jean opened her mouth, the first syllable of Emma’s name on her lips but before she could get the sound out she felt Emma’s fingers on her lips tracing the soft full flesh of them. Jean’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, her brain noting somewhat distractedly that Emma’s finger tips were damp. As she felt the blonde’s other hand come to rest on her hip she began to wonder why that was when a familiar musky scent registered with her.
Jean gasped her eyes opening wide as she realized where Emma’s hand had been when it dipped down between them.
She shivered lightly and Emma leaned forward brushing her lips against Jean’s cheek before whispering, “From just the thought of you.”
Jean breathed in shakily, realizing her mistake the moment she did and she smelled Emma’s arousal once more. Her lips begin to part and before she could even think about what she was doing, they wrapped around the tip of Emma’s finger, tasting the blonde woman’s passion. Her eyes closed again and a small, chocked sound escaped from Jean’s throat as she tasted Emma for the first time. Her hand flew up capturing the blonde’s wrist, holding her hand in place and turned her head further to the side taking Emma’s finger fully into her mouth sucking on it with an almost pained whimper before releasing the digit and kissing the blonde soundly on the mouth.
“Emma,” Jean said finally able to get the blonde’s name out though this time there was no protest in her voice. This time her tone was longing and inviting.
She tried, she had tried so hard. She knew that she shouldn’t, she knew it was cheating but she wanted the blonde badly. She just couldn’t fight it anymore. She’d been alone for too long and Emma felt so good pressed up against her, she tasted so good. Scott had denied her for so long that she had almost forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to see someone look at her consumed with desire, but as Emma gazed at her she knew the intoxicating effects of that feeling once more.
Emma leaned forward her arms wrapping around Jean’s waist and she pressed her lips against Jean’s sighing contentedly into her mouth. She had heard Jean’s tone and understood it.
She knew that Jean wouldn’t stop them this time.
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Three hours later …
Jean licked her lips, chewing on the soft flesh for a moment. She could still taste Emma on her lips and it made her clench longingly below her waist. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Emma’s, kissing her slowly, in long, luxurious strokes her hand moving to Emma’s side caressing the smooth, silky skin of her torso indolently.
She felt so incredibly relaxed, but more than that she felt happy and content.
She felt Emma smile against her lips and yelped a moment later as the blonde’s fingers began to dance across her stomach tickling her.
“Stop that,” Jean squealed slapping in Emma’s general direction, her hands encountering nothing but naked skin.
“That’s how I held you for the first time,” Emma said softly stopping the tickling, her hands moving against the flesh of Jean’s tummy tenderly and without purpose, simply touching the other woman. She bent her head down and placed her lips just above Jean’s belly button pressing a soft kiss to her skin before kissing her way up the redhead’s torso, stopping briefly to take a nipple into her mouth before continued up to Jean’s mouth to kiss her.
Jean met Emma’s lips, her hands moving to the blonde’s hips pulling her closer. The kiss to her breast had been gentle and playful, but Jean could feel her desire beginning to rise again as they kissed. The nipple Emma had kissed was now rock hard, and as Emma shifted to cover her with her body, her breasts lowering to press against Jean’s she felt the other one begin to follow suit.
“Emma,” Jean said when Emma pulled back to kiss her cheek and along her jaw. “You’re getting me wet again.”
Emma smiled against Jean’s throat, giving a slow grind against the redhead’s hip before dipping a hand down between their bodies. Sure enough she could feel moisture beginning to pool there once again. She nipped at Jean’s neck and ground her pelvis against her once more.
“I can take care of that for you,” Emma mumbled against her neck before moving to kiss Jean’s shoulder, her fingers rubbing very lightly along the redhead’s slick folds. At this point in the night she knew that Jean’s clit would be especially sensitive after all of the attention she had paid to it earlier and that she had be careful to make sure that what she was doing was still pleasurable.
“I think if I come again I might die,” Jean replied never the less coaxing Emma’s mouth back up to hers and kissing her soundly. She felt Emma smile into the kiss and when she pulled back she could see the blonde’s blue eyes practically shining with mirth.
“That’s the point. As long as it’s only a little,” Emma drawled softly her fingers still moving languidly between Jean’s legs. Despite what the redhead said, her body was responding beautifully and Emma was sure she could get another couple orgasms out of her before they passed out due to exhaustion. “Besides I hear that’s not really a problem for you.”
“You realize of course that’d leave it to you to explain to the team why I need resurrecting, right?” Jean asked smiling, her hips beginning to slowly undulate against Emma’s hand. “Jean Grey. Beloved daughter, friend and teacher. Killed by le grande morte.”
“What? Death by orgasm isn’t fancy enough for an X-Woman?” Emma asked slipping a finger inside of Jean as she spoke, biting her lip as the redhead gasped and thrust her hips up to meet the penetration.
“Come here,” Jean said ignoring Emma’s last comment, kissing the blonde soundly when she moved within range.
Emma leaned back a second later allowing Jean access to her neck her throat, moaning as the redhead kissed her way towards her chest, biting at the soft swell of her breast before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking. She found it endlessly arousing that Jean was a breast woman.
Emma was distracted from her thoughts about Jean’s favorite body part as she felt herself being turned over, a loss of sensation alerting her to the fact that Jean had pulled off of her fingers when she had moved them. She felt like complaining since she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being buried within the redhead, however as Jean moved to straddle her she kept quiet. For most of the night she had been on top, but occasionally Jean had taken control as she was doing now and Emma had found those times extremely enjoyable.
Jean reached down and took Emma’s hand guiding it back to sex. Cradling Emma’s hand in her own for a moment, she bent down the blonde’s pinky finger and thumb and then looked up at her smiling as she guided the remaining three extended fingers between her legs.
Emma matched her smile and lifted her head meeting Jean’s mouth as the redhead impaled herself on Emma’s fingers and began to slowly ride her hand.
Emma brought her free hand around Jean’s back resting her palm in the small of her back, supporting Jean as she moved against her, lifting her head to kiss the redhead’s chest and breasts as Jean’s movements became more urgent.
Emma felt Jean’s mind brush against her own and lowered her shields. They hadn’t done this before during their hours of lovemaking but Emma had been expecting it and was looking forward to it even though she was feeling a bit anxious. She had been in previous lover’s minds as they had reached orgasm in the past but she had never had anyone in hers before. She had never lost herself in the sensation before, her mind merging with someone else’s until it was impossible to tell where one mind began and the other ended. She had never trusted anyone enough.
She felt Jean tense almost immediately, the redhead’s pleasure and affection rushing over her like a tidal wave, and she could feel the reciprocal flood of emotion leaving her. Jean’s body began to shake and her eyes closed tightly for a moment before opening, tears streaming down her face when they did. Emma surged up and Jean leaned down their lips meeting halfway with bruising intensity as the redhead’s hip began to buck wildly as she climaxed warm liquid coating Emma’s fingers as they clung to each other. Emma’s breath hitched at the same time Jean’s orgasm echoing through her, her own body shaking and convulsing beneath the redhead’s. She could feel her fingers inside of herself as if she were Jean, and the pleasure of their orgasms mingled together in their minds creating one very grande morte that seemed to go on forever exponentially expanding itself until they literally couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh my god,” Jean gasped collapsing on top of Emma what had to have been over a full minute later. She could still feel the blonde inside of her mind, and it intensified the feeling of the blonde’s fingers still stroking gently inside of her. “My god,” she whispered again burying her face in Emma’s neck as the other woman wrapped her hand around back hugging her tightly. She had never experienced anything even remotely like that in her entire life.
Emma kissed her temple, then kissed the top of her head, her body still trembling. She felt raw. She felt like she had just been cut open and everything inside of her was threatening to spill out. But Jean was there around her, holding it all in, holding her together. She was still shaking but it no longer had anything to do with the orgasm she had just had. She felt so incredibly open and pressed herself against Jean more tightly, clinging to her with all of the strength she had left in her body as if the redhead really were stopping her from falling completely apart.
“Emma,” Jean said softly, wrapping the blonde up tightly in her arms. She was crying. “Oh Emma,” she whispered kissing the blonde wherever she could reach, stroking her skin softly, keeping herself in Emma’s head, sending warmth and love to her much as she had done that terrible night after the attack on Genosha. Only this time it wasn’t tears of pain but tears of happiness that rained down upon Jean and as the redhead reached around with one hand until she found the edge of the sheet and drew it up over them, she began to shed a few tears of her own.
To be continued ...
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Jean Grey/Emma Frost
Rating: R/NC
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, though I do covet them.
Part 14
Two days later…
Jean stared at the back of her door for a long moment as more impatient knocks sounded. She knew that it was Emma on the other side, and she was aware that Emma was quite aware that she was inside the room, but despite the fact that she knew she had been caught she was giving serious thought to just walking away from the door and leaving the blonde to stew. It wasn’t that she wanted to upset Emma, it was just that she just wasn’t sure that she was up to dealing with the blonde at that moment. She didn’t seem to have much self-control when it came to Emma these days if the incident in the kitchen, the kitchen of all places, was any indication, and her lapses in will power just seemed to be making the situation worse.
She didn’t want to be a tease. She didn’t want to continue screwing with Emma’s emotions behaving one way and saying something different. She didn’t want to lead the blonde on, which was why she had once again tried to avoid her. She knew that nothing could come of their attraction and she didn’t want to end up in another lip lock or groping session with the other woman only to douse her in cold water once more. Not being around each other, especially in bedrooms, was the only way to be fair to both of them.
There was a brief pause in the knocking and for a moment Jean thought with relief that the blonde had left. However, just as she was about to turn away from the door and head to a mirror that she could then stare into while obsessively telling herself that she loved her husband, she felt a gentle nudging at her mental shields and lowered them enough to hear what Emma had to say.
~Jean.~
Jean stayed where she was not daring to move a muscle.
~Jean.~
Jean closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to open the door. She couldn’t or she’d end up falling into Emma all over again and nothing would be solved. She was married, she couldn’t do this. No matter how much she wanted Emma or Emma wanted her. She simply wasn’t in a position to pursue it. However, she realized that her mind was considerably ahead of her body in figuring this out and that until her body caught up it meant that the door had to stay closed.
~Dammit Jean!~
Jean’s hand started to shake and she made a fist willing it to stop. Emma was upset, she could understand that. The blonde had every right to be mad at her. She hadn’t meant to, she truly hadn’t meant to, but she had led the blonde on. She had been weak a few nights ago, she had given into her inappropriate desire for the blonde, and it had been so …
Jean bit her lip trying to hold back a moan. Emma deserved an explanation and an apology, and she would give her one. She just couldn’t do it at that moment, she just couldn’t face her yet.
~Please.~
Jean blinked rapidly her eyes stinging and brought her hand up to rub at them. Emma’s mental voice was pleading, she sounded so small, so very unlike Emma and it made her want to throw the door open and draw the blonde into a huge hug.
~Do you want me to beg? Will you open the door if I fall to my knees? Do you want me to grovel? How much do I have to debase myself for you to open the door?~
Jean sighed and reached for the door knob.
Emma didn’t say anything as she entered the room, she simply stalked by Jean without even sparing a glance at her.
Jean closed the door. It was time to face the music.
“Emma, I …” Jean began, but before she could say anything the blonde was in front of her, and then she was kissing her hard, her hands gripping Jean’s biceps pulling her into her.
Jean wilted into the kiss responding automatically to Emma’s demanding lips before realizing that she was doing the exact thing she had sworn not to do.
“Emma stop,” she said struggling against the blonde’s hold. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
“You can,” Emma responded. She stopped trying to kiss Jean but didn’t release her. “You want to,” she continued staring at the redhead, lust, rage, frustration, tenderness, and uncertainty all warring within as she gazed at Jean. She was tired of waiting, she didn’t wait well. She was a go getter. If she wanted something she went and got it, but she’d tried to push down her more predatory instincts with Jean and it hadn’t gotten her anywhere. She’d hoped that if she just gave Jean time to come to terms with her feelings that the redhead would come to her. But Jean was taking to long, and Emma realized could probably take a whole lot longer debating with herself and living in self denial. She had to force the redhead’s hand. It was time to be proactive and embrace her inner alpha.
“Scott,” Jean began to say.
“Isn’t here,” Emma interrupted. “Hasn’t been here. I have. I am. And I want you. Desperately,” she continued whispering the last word because it was true and that meant she had to force it past her lips.
With that she kissed Jean again and felt the redhead respond once more, her body relaxing against her own. There was no denial with reactions like this, Jean had to realize that.
Jean felt one of Emma’s hands release her arm and then move down between their bodies. She tensed slightly into the kiss unsure what Emma was planning. She could feel the blonde’s arm resting between their bodies, but Emma made no move to touch her where she thought and she relaxed into the blonde’s kiss once more.
Long, breathless moment later Emma pulled away from Jean’s lips and stared at her. She met Emma’s gaze not bothering to try and hide her desire. Emma was right, she did want her. She wanted her badly, she wanted to give in to what she was feeling so very, very much, but she just couldn’t.
Jean opened her mouth, the first syllable of Emma’s name on her lips but before she could get the sound out she felt Emma’s fingers on her lips tracing the soft full flesh of them. Jean’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, her brain noting somewhat distractedly that Emma’s finger tips were damp. As she felt the blonde’s other hand come to rest on her hip she began to wonder why that was when a familiar musky scent registered with her.
Jean gasped her eyes opening wide as she realized where Emma’s hand had been when it dipped down between them.
She shivered lightly and Emma leaned forward brushing her lips against Jean’s cheek before whispering, “From just the thought of you.”
Jean breathed in shakily, realizing her mistake the moment she did and she smelled Emma’s arousal once more. Her lips begin to part and before she could even think about what she was doing, they wrapped around the tip of Emma’s finger, tasting the blonde woman’s passion. Her eyes closed again and a small, chocked sound escaped from Jean’s throat as she tasted Emma for the first time. Her hand flew up capturing the blonde’s wrist, holding her hand in place and turned her head further to the side taking Emma’s finger fully into her mouth sucking on it with an almost pained whimper before releasing the digit and kissing the blonde soundly on the mouth.
“Emma,” Jean said finally able to get the blonde’s name out though this time there was no protest in her voice. This time her tone was longing and inviting.
She tried, she had tried so hard. She knew that she shouldn’t, she knew it was cheating but she wanted the blonde badly. She just couldn’t fight it anymore. She’d been alone for too long and Emma felt so good pressed up against her, she tasted so good. Scott had denied her for so long that she had almost forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to see someone look at her consumed with desire, but as Emma gazed at her she knew the intoxicating effects of that feeling once more.
Emma leaned forward her arms wrapping around Jean’s waist and she pressed her lips against Jean’s sighing contentedly into her mouth. She had heard Jean’s tone and understood it.
She knew that Jean wouldn’t stop them this time.
Three hours later …
Jean licked her lips, chewing on the soft flesh for a moment. She could still taste Emma on her lips and it made her clench longingly below her waist. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Emma’s, kissing her slowly, in long, luxurious strokes her hand moving to Emma’s side caressing the smooth, silky skin of her torso indolently.
She felt so incredibly relaxed, but more than that she felt happy and content.
She felt Emma smile against her lips and yelped a moment later as the blonde’s fingers began to dance across her stomach tickling her.
“Stop that,” Jean squealed slapping in Emma’s general direction, her hands encountering nothing but naked skin.
“That’s how I held you for the first time,” Emma said softly stopping the tickling, her hands moving against the flesh of Jean’s tummy tenderly and without purpose, simply touching the other woman. She bent her head down and placed her lips just above Jean’s belly button pressing a soft kiss to her skin before kissing her way up the redhead’s torso, stopping briefly to take a nipple into her mouth before continued up to Jean’s mouth to kiss her.
Jean met Emma’s lips, her hands moving to the blonde’s hips pulling her closer. The kiss to her breast had been gentle and playful, but Jean could feel her desire beginning to rise again as they kissed. The nipple Emma had kissed was now rock hard, and as Emma shifted to cover her with her body, her breasts lowering to press against Jean’s she felt the other one begin to follow suit.
“Emma,” Jean said when Emma pulled back to kiss her cheek and along her jaw. “You’re getting me wet again.”
Emma smiled against Jean’s throat, giving a slow grind against the redhead’s hip before dipping a hand down between their bodies. Sure enough she could feel moisture beginning to pool there once again. She nipped at Jean’s neck and ground her pelvis against her once more.
“I can take care of that for you,” Emma mumbled against her neck before moving to kiss Jean’s shoulder, her fingers rubbing very lightly along the redhead’s slick folds. At this point in the night she knew that Jean’s clit would be especially sensitive after all of the attention she had paid to it earlier and that she had be careful to make sure that what she was doing was still pleasurable.
“I think if I come again I might die,” Jean replied never the less coaxing Emma’s mouth back up to hers and kissing her soundly. She felt Emma smile into the kiss and when she pulled back she could see the blonde’s blue eyes practically shining with mirth.
“That’s the point. As long as it’s only a little,” Emma drawled softly her fingers still moving languidly between Jean’s legs. Despite what the redhead said, her body was responding beautifully and Emma was sure she could get another couple orgasms out of her before they passed out due to exhaustion. “Besides I hear that’s not really a problem for you.”
“You realize of course that’d leave it to you to explain to the team why I need resurrecting, right?” Jean asked smiling, her hips beginning to slowly undulate against Emma’s hand. “Jean Grey. Beloved daughter, friend and teacher. Killed by le grande morte.”
“What? Death by orgasm isn’t fancy enough for an X-Woman?” Emma asked slipping a finger inside of Jean as she spoke, biting her lip as the redhead gasped and thrust her hips up to meet the penetration.
“Come here,” Jean said ignoring Emma’s last comment, kissing the blonde soundly when she moved within range.
Emma leaned back a second later allowing Jean access to her neck her throat, moaning as the redhead kissed her way towards her chest, biting at the soft swell of her breast before taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking. She found it endlessly arousing that Jean was a breast woman.
Emma was distracted from her thoughts about Jean’s favorite body part as she felt herself being turned over, a loss of sensation alerting her to the fact that Jean had pulled off of her fingers when she had moved them. She felt like complaining since she thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being buried within the redhead, however as Jean moved to straddle her she kept quiet. For most of the night she had been on top, but occasionally Jean had taken control as she was doing now and Emma had found those times extremely enjoyable.
Jean reached down and took Emma’s hand guiding it back to sex. Cradling Emma’s hand in her own for a moment, she bent down the blonde’s pinky finger and thumb and then looked up at her smiling as she guided the remaining three extended fingers between her legs.
Emma matched her smile and lifted her head meeting Jean’s mouth as the redhead impaled herself on Emma’s fingers and began to slowly ride her hand.
Emma brought her free hand around Jean’s back resting her palm in the small of her back, supporting Jean as she moved against her, lifting her head to kiss the redhead’s chest and breasts as Jean’s movements became more urgent.
Emma felt Jean’s mind brush against her own and lowered her shields. They hadn’t done this before during their hours of lovemaking but Emma had been expecting it and was looking forward to it even though she was feeling a bit anxious. She had been in previous lover’s minds as they had reached orgasm in the past but she had never had anyone in hers before. She had never lost herself in the sensation before, her mind merging with someone else’s until it was impossible to tell where one mind began and the other ended. She had never trusted anyone enough.
She felt Jean tense almost immediately, the redhead’s pleasure and affection rushing over her like a tidal wave, and she could feel the reciprocal flood of emotion leaving her. Jean’s body began to shake and her eyes closed tightly for a moment before opening, tears streaming down her face when they did. Emma surged up and Jean leaned down their lips meeting halfway with bruising intensity as the redhead’s hip began to buck wildly as she climaxed warm liquid coating Emma’s fingers as they clung to each other. Emma’s breath hitched at the same time Jean’s orgasm echoing through her, her own body shaking and convulsing beneath the redhead’s. She could feel her fingers inside of herself as if she were Jean, and the pleasure of their orgasms mingled together in their minds creating one very grande morte that seemed to go on forever exponentially expanding itself until they literally couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh my god,” Jean gasped collapsing on top of Emma what had to have been over a full minute later. She could still feel the blonde inside of her mind, and it intensified the feeling of the blonde’s fingers still stroking gently inside of her. “My god,” she whispered again burying her face in Emma’s neck as the other woman wrapped her hand around back hugging her tightly. She had never experienced anything even remotely like that in her entire life.
Emma kissed her temple, then kissed the top of her head, her body still trembling. She felt raw. She felt like she had just been cut open and everything inside of her was threatening to spill out. But Jean was there around her, holding it all in, holding her together. She was still shaking but it no longer had anything to do with the orgasm she had just had. She felt so incredibly open and pressed herself against Jean more tightly, clinging to her with all of the strength she had left in her body as if the redhead really were stopping her from falling completely apart.
“Emma,” Jean said softly, wrapping the blonde up tightly in her arms. She was crying. “Oh Emma,” she whispered kissing the blonde wherever she could reach, stroking her skin softly, keeping herself in Emma’s head, sending warmth and love to her much as she had done that terrible night after the attack on Genosha. Only this time it wasn’t tears of pain but tears of happiness that rained down upon Jean and as the redhead reached around with one hand until she found the edge of the sheet and drew it up over them, she began to shed a few tears of her own.
To be continued ...
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Date: 2006-06-11 08:21 am (UTC)well, it was wonderful, especially the first part where Jean doesn't want to give in and Emma decides to go all alpha on her.
thanks :)
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Date: 2006-06-13 08:06 pm (UTC)*hee* then *ponders* Hmmm. Okay, next time there's Jemma's lovin' this will preface the chapter: "Warning: Hot sexin' below" Just so you know have a cool glass of lemonade (or some other beverage of your choice) nearby ;)
Jean doesn't want to give in and Emma decides to go all alpha on her.
AlphaEmma is the best. I love it when she's all bitchy and dominant and does sexually inappropriate things. I have to get her to say "I positively throb when [she] uses that tone" or something along those lines. Emma and Kitty get all the best lines in "Astonishing X-Men".
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Date: 2006-06-14 12:09 pm (UTC)lol @ the throbbing line, my answer would be "My body is a hotel, you can stay for the night."