Title: OMEGA

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: PG-13 / R

Notes: Before you begin reading this story. Know that these characters and their actions are my own personal take based on the universe I have put them in. They will not have the exact same personalities as they have in the original comics. Be gentle with me...and *FEMSLASH* alert.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love them.

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Emma awakens that morning, her head nuzzling into the bosom of a perfectly peaceful Jean Grey-Frost. She's in awe of the fact that it's been four years since they were married and she is still head over heels in love with the woman sleeping beneath her. How had she gotten so lucky? This was the last day of their involuntary vacation. They'd be headed back to the Institute that evening. They got a call 2 days ago from Xavier telling them that it was alright for them to return to the school grounds.

Hank McCoy had picked up spikes of geo-magnetic energy coming from the areas around the couple's room at the mansion as well as the home they had built on the opposite end of the lake on the property. They ran full body and power scans on both Jean and Emma, as well as monitoring them for 4 days in the lab. Nothing out of the ordinary was found. To make sure the surges weren't related to them Professor Xavier requested the two leave for a few weeks while Hank and Forge ran tests on the land and checked the fault lines.

"We've got to get up Tiger." Emma sleepily whispers as she slowly crawls up Jean's body. Drinking in the warmth of her lover with every movement.

"Umm, five minutes…..just give me five more minutes." she says drowsily as she hugs Emma's head.

Emma continues moving up her body until she reaches one of her favorite spots on Jean, she gently kisses and nuzzles her nose into the crook of her neck and the giggling begins. She can already feel Jean's body heat rising… 'that's been happening a lot over the last few weeks', she thinks to herself.

"I thought you said we had to get up." Jean says with a giggle that is slowly becoming a moan, as she feels her lover's hips grinding into her.

"Uoomm, you keep that up and we won't make it home tonight." She says with a breathy sigh.

"I don't have a problem with that." Emma, now much more awake and hands actively caressing Jean's soft bountiful breasts. The phone in their room rings. Jean reaches for it, as Emma continues her onslaught, finally making her way to her full lips. Jean indulges her in a slow delicious kiss, as she picks it up.

"Good morning this is the front desk just calling to remind you that the G5 Jet is fully restocked and is set to take off at 4pm as per Mistress Frost's instructions. Will you need anything else prior to your departure?" The attendant asks.

"Ugh, No." Emma huffs, as she continues to cover her wife with kisses. Jean laughs as she takes the call.

"Thank you Winston, really appreciate the reminder, we'll be down for breakfast in about 30 minutes." She hangs up the phone and takes Emma's face into her hands, and plants a solid kiss to her lips. "Come on Mistress Frost, breakfast, I ordered your favorite." As she shifts from under Emma, she swings her legs to the side of the bed and heads toward the bathroom.

"The only meal I want is between those lovely legs, darling." Emma coos behind her.

Jean sways her hips just a bit more as she reaches the bathroom door. She turns around and blows Emma a kiss, which she catches with her hand and puts it between her legs. She laughs as she closes the door behind her.

Emma takes a deep breath and gets out of the super king sized bed . She grabs one of the ' hers and hers' robes that were hung on the mahogany costumer next to the bed and heads out to the patio. There is a beautiful view of a lagoon with a waterfall. She notices two young men with multiple arms pruning some of the tall palm trees and three others tending to some of the stone pillars in the area. Clenching her teeth at the sight, she realizes she needs to have a serious conversation with Winston, this was completely unacceptable. Employees should not be seen or heard unless called for or in direct service to guests. That's a major rule at all Frost Properties.

They had an opulent breakfast in the courtyard surrounded by lush green scenery, Hawaiian style dancers, a four piece musical quartet that would put even U2 to shame, and the Pacific Ocean. This was the height of luxury and only Jean's third time coming to Frost International Island aptly renamed Grey Frost Central.

Jean was still getting used to being married let alone to a billionaire. She had no idea life could be like this. She still wonders if her wife is really happy being married to a school teacher…a happy homemaking teacher. After all there she was being happy to be a house wife heading back to their room to pack for the trip home. Emma told her she would have one of the employees pack up the room, but she insisted on doing it herself.

On her way to the room she sees Emma talking to Winston, the Island concierge and manager of operations. She seems really angry, was that phone call this morning really so terrible, it was just a reminder call.

Back in the room.

Jean's just about finished packing as Emma walks in.

"All done my love?" Emma asks as she walks up and wraps her arms around her wife's waist. She notices Jean feels a bit stiff. "Baby, are you alright?" Jean stops packing and turns around in her embrace. She's pouting, which makes Emma ache in the most delicious way, but she also looks concerned. "What is it?" She says as she nips at the tip of the redhead's nose.

"Emma," Her voice sounding unusually serious, "I understand you have a business to run, but was that really necessary? I mean Winston has been nothing but courteous and kind, and from what I can see he runs this place is immaculately. Why were you so harsh with him? You should go apologize to him."

The blonde releases Jean's waist and gives herself some distance. The look on Emma's face is of both shock and irritation. "Excuse me?" her voice cold, tight, and stern, "I don't think I'm hearing you correctly, are you questioning the way I run my business. Are YOU telling ME how I should speak to my employees?" Her tone was hard and condescending. She was pissed. They had argued before but Jean had never seen her like this. She was speechless. Emma's eyes were ice blue and focused ready to slash the next words to come out of Jean's mouth.

Jean softened the look of shock on her face. Through their almost constant telepathic bond, in that moment she experienced what Emma was really feeling. She shifted her eyes from the stone cold arctic stare of her mate down to her lips, took a few steps forward to close the gap of space between them, gently lifts her palm to Emma's cheek, kisses her and says, "I understand.", as tears began to well in her eyes, "I'm sorry I'll see you on the plane." Gently kissing her again, she turned around, picked up their suit case and walked out the door leaving Emma standing and staring dumbfounded, not knowing what had just happened.

Waking from her stupor Emma surveyed the room, and quickly walked out to the hallway. She expected Jean to still be in the building. She hadn't realized just how long she had stood there.

Jean was already on the plane, looking out the window, watching as Emma spoke with Winston once more before boarding the plane. She seemed calmer talking to him this time, and Jean noticed that Emma shook his hand. The jet attendant helped her onto the plane and closed the hatch. The roomy Gulfstream V was completely decked out with a full bar and seating for 5 people, white gold and platinum throughout, and plush white Vicuna lining every seat. But none of that mattered as Emma took her seat next to Jean. All the money in the world couldn't change the ass she made of herself earlier. She couldn't look at Jean as the pilot announced the take off.

In the air and headed back home, the cabin attendant came to ask for their orders, Emma telepathically told him to take Jean's order first. She wasn't hungry, and settled on ordering a sweet tea, like Jean. She was so nervous, so she just started talking as she stared out the window.

"Jean, I own 12 of the 15 completely mutant owned and run establishments on the planet. They have thrived because I am firm and only work with people who are willing to keep my standards of service and discipline. There were five, Jean, FIVE men working not even a few feet from our living area, while we were…" clearing her throat, "preoccupied, if that had been any other guest, especially a high profile human guest staying while that happened, my entire brand would have been sullied." Taking a deep breath she looked away from the window to Jean's chair, she continued clearing her throat. "You were right about Winston."

Jean turned slowly toward Emma and looked at her lovingly. She could feel Jean's eyes on her, as she suddenly decided that the floor was very interesting. 'Damn her warm, fuzzy sunshine and cookie filled eyes, making me feel like a child needing to be hugged by her mommy, shit'. Emma thought to herself. With that thought Jean stood up and closed the distance between her and Emma. Standing in front of her chair she extended her hand. Emma took it and was pulled into Jeans loving arms.

~ I'm sorry baby. ~ Emma whispers telepathically as she nuzzled into her favorite spot on Jean's neck.

~ I know. ~ The redhead says.

~ It's just the office, the business, I share everything with you baby, always, but this is one part that causes me daily pain and stress that I don't want you to experience. ~

~ I know baby, you were just scared. Nobody tells Emma Frost what to do, right. ~ Jean says gently stroking Emma's back.

~ Except her wife. ~

"On occasion." Jean laughs and kisses Emma on the cheek.

"But there is something I need to discuss with you." Emma pulls Jean into her chair and onto her lap. "Winston sent those men to clean up the area. Apparently the island started having tremors the day we arrived, but at random times. Winston monitored the tremors, there were 29 total including last night. We have to talk to Charles about this."

"Emma, I didn't feel anything, did you?" A worried look in Jean's eyes as she spoke. "I really don't understand, is there something following us, I mean maybe they're still having them at the mansion too."

Staring into Jean's eyes, "It will be alright my love, there isn't much we can't handle, right? There is something I've meant to ask you though, I want you to be honest and don't get mad. I'm being serious." Pausing to take a deep breath and make sure Jean was listening. "Have you been running a fever lately?"

"And the only prescription is more cowbell, right." Jean laughs repeating a line from one of favorite TV shows.

The blonde sighs. "I'm serious Jean. I know you don't like to talk about it, but the Ph-…."

Jean leans into Emma's lips, effectively interrupting her words, and slowly kissing her sucking her bottom lip into her mouth, as her tongue explores new territory. Eyes slowly shut as Jean repositions herself to straddle Emma's lap. She sits up on her knees, lips still connected as Emma's head lays back into the headrest. Tiny electric pulses surround them as her seat glides down to a horizontal position. Emma's blouse is being telekinetically undone as Jean plunders her mouth. Emma's hands roaming the perfect globes of her wife's ass, slipping under her shirt to unhook her bra.

Jean slowly pulls away from her lover, and telekinetically forces Emma's hands above her head, crossed the woman's wrists as she stares into her heavily lidded eyes. She hovers over a practically panting Emma. Jean's hands are firmly planted on the top of the seat as she continues to telekinetically undress her wife. Jean lowers herself to a trembling ear and slowly whispers in a deep tone…..

"Emma…. Grace…., you… like it hot, don't you…..my love."

A warm energy begins to pulse between Emma's legs in a circular motion. She can only moan as sweat begins to bead on her face. Jean tone deepens as she continues to speak. "You …love that no one ….gets you wet…. like I do, don't you….my love."

The blonde can feel invisible tongues ravishing her breasts. "Fa…uck…" Emma moans.

"You…love it don't you….my love." Jean groans launching Emma's skirt and panties from her body, telekinetic fingers massage moist slick folds.

Sky blue eyes open wide seeing Jeans hands are still above her. Emma suddenly feels a forceful thrust inside her, she can only whimper, her mouth agape, as her body begins to move back and forth. Emma groans and wails in pleasure as her body begins to quake, she's about to lose consciousness.

"Look…. At… me…my love….." Jean whispers forcing her wife's eyes to open. "Seven years…my love….I've tasted you….I've always been hot, haven't I…say it. I've always been hot." Emma moves her head up and down unable to speak. "Saaaayyy…..ittt….my love." She continues to whisper still pulsing inside Emma.

"You….youu've,…..all…lways, been… hot." Emma slowy stutters as she passes out.

"Very good….my love." Jean says gently kissing trembling lips.

TBC...