Title: The Apple
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: M
Notes: Emma Frost has her man, but is that enough for her.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
An aggravated Emma Frost stares out her bedroom window out into the breaking dawn to the road that leads into the institute grounds. She shifts her body uncomfortably taking in a deep breath through her nose with her legs crossed. She should be relaxed after her morning fix from her new boyfriend Scott Summers. But all she could think about was his ex-wife. The redhead left 4 months ago after her divorce was finalized.
The almost pouting blonde begins to engage in the same act of verbal frustration she'd been plagued with since Jean Grey first barged into Scott's act of mental infidelity six months ago.
'You should have known better Jean. I bet you think that sleeping time bomb you've got tucked away in your psyche entitles you to something, don't you. Well it doesn't. You've got to work for what you want, just like the rest of us. I don't even know how Scott put up with your little Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde freak show as long as he did. 'Oh poor Jeanie is possessed by an entity let's all stop our lives and hold her hand.' Pathetic, codependent, victimizing, sanctimonious, little tart. If you had given Scott a bit more attention, he wouldn't have come to me."
She picks up her morning drink a basil cucumber Tom Collins from the side table and takes a long sip holding the glass to her lips as her mind drifts back to the moment she saw Jean appear in Scott's mind. A small smile begins to play on her lips.
"I'll always savor that look on your face though, Jean. Mmm, agonizing, black, hostile and hopeless. It was….. beautiful. What I wouldn't give to see it just one more time to see you glaring at me with those glowing amber eyes, yearning to rip me apart limb from limb." She darkly laughs to herself. "Humph, I know a few people who would pay handsomely for that kind of action as a matter of fact. It would be delicious to see you in the ring little firefly."
She closes her eyes imagining a leather-clad redhead covered in blood on her hands and knees licking the face of her freshly wounded prey. The smile disappears from her lips as she sees that she is the victim. She remembers what happened after Jean ejected Scott from their minds.
"You could have fried my brain right then and there. Why didn't you? I was preoccupied when we came out your pathetic excuse for mental torture. You could have killed me if you wanted, you certainly had the ability even in my diamond form. Not that that would have solved your problems with Scott. I wasn't the person your anger should have been directed toward. He was the one cheating."
She takes another sip from the glass and rolls her eyes sitting back in the chair. "Though I certainly can't blame him for turning to me so quickly, I mean look at me. He'd have been an idiot not to." She darkly giggles to herself. 'Jean and Scott, Scott and Jean, the perfect couple, the love that will stand the test of time'," She says in a sarcastic tone taking an exhausted breath putting her drink back on the side table. "Humph, please, more like the relationship from hell."
She stands and walks into the bathroom looking into the mirror as she applies her cleansing cream. "I know what he saw in you though. I have to give the man credit he knows a beautiful woman when he sees one. You are a lovely little flower Jean Grey. Maybe Scott didn't know how to handle you. That's probably the real reason why you left, isn't it? He's sub-par in the bedroom, but he gets the job done with a bit of coaching."
Emma bends down toward the sink and splashes water into her face to wash off the facial cream. She turns and dries her face lightly with a towel as she looks into the mirror again turning her face from side to side blowing a kiss to her reflection as she walks out of the bathroom and into her closet.
She pulls out a low cut white silk blouse and examines it. She begins to wonder what the redhead is like in bed and laughs to herself. "He was probably scared of that little firefly inside of you." She sits the blouse on the bed and grabs a pair of fitted white cashmere jeans laying them on the bed next to her blouse. "He may have held back because he thought you would hurt him, although he practically lets me get away with murder when we're together." She furrows her brow and takes a deep breath stopping for a moment. " Maybe you're the one whose scared."
She walks to her dresser and pulls out a white bra and thong smiling as she thinks of the redhead biting her bottom lip. "Afraid to let yourself be free, to let yourself feel like you did when you were in my mind." She laughs under her breath as she gets dressing. "I'll have to ask you what it was like sifting through my thoughts, memories, and fantasies. I bet you enjoyed it more than you'd like to admit. It'd be impossible not to."
She checks herself out in the mirror pressing out invisible wrinkles as she seductively licks her lips. "I can't wait to find out."
The blonde heads out the door and down the stairs into the cafeteria for breakfast. Ororo, Hank, Warren, Bobby, Rogue and the rest of team greet her by way of slight nods and waves. Scott gets up and walks over to the meal counter and waits for her with a tray.
She kisses him on the cheek. "Aww, aren't you the gentleman. I'll have to find a way to reward your chivalry later." The blonde says winking at him as he carries her tray to the table. They sit next to Ororo and Kitty.
"Well you're looking chipper this morning Emma." Storm says to her as she cuts up her eggs. "You'd be surprised what a little morning coitus can do for the complexion Ororo, you should try it some time." The blonde says as Kitty spits out her orange juice.
"Christ Emma, why do you have to be so vulgar, it's disgusting. Is that all you think about?" The blonde smirked as she begins eating her breakfast sending kitty a telepathic message and image.
~ It wasn't so disgusting when I helped you with your little problem with Peter last month was it. 'He isn't called Colossus for nothing.' Isn't that what you told me? ~
Kitty's eyes widened as her face turned red. She immediately turned back to her plate and began eating. As much as she couldn't stand Emma, she couldn't argue with the woman's knowledge of all things sexual.
The team finished breakfast and one by one left to teach their various classes. Emma was slotted for team building exercises on the soccer field today. This was normally Jean's position but since the redhead left Charles thought it would be appropriate to give the students another telepathic coach so they would feel comfortable. Emma suggested Betsy, but she had her own duties teaching Telekinesis 101 and Introduction to Precognition.
The blonde wasn't fond of sweating but they had a good group this year. This year's team was far more disciplined than the graduating class. She paced the field back and forth calling out commands telepathically to the students. The blonde suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned toward the field. One of the students said something that she hadn't expected.
~ Frost is fuckin' hot, can you imagine her and Jean going at it. Jesus, that'd be nuclear. ~
The blonde had a deadpan expression on her face as she put her hands on her hips watching the students run back and forth. She watched them closely trying to get a fix on who said it. It was absolutely absurd but she was curious and wanted to scan the mind of the one who said it to see why they would come up with such a thing.
She continued giving new plays telepathically not having any success in her alternative mission of mental infiltration. The team was comprised of males and females, but since everyone was pre-pubescent she had no way of identifying the voice. She opted for a more hands on approach and slowly bent down to pick up the ball that had been kicked toward her exposing quite a bit of her cleavage in the process. Sure enough she found the one she was looking for as quite a few of the tweens began snickering at Sophie, who stood frozen eyes locked on the blonde's impressive rack.
Emma threw the ball back onto the field and began to gently scan the girl's mind. To her surprise she found that Sophie kept a detailed inventory of her former coach's unconscious mental projections, specifically when the blonde was present. Apparently the redhead thought she had beautiful breasts. The blonde found that funny since it was common knowledge that they were the best money could buy.
Never the less she was intrigued. Before Jean found out about the affair she and the blonde actually enjoyed regular conversations telepathically every once in a while to help them trust one another. It was also Charles' underhanded way of having Jean keep mental tabs on the blonde to make sure she had genuinely switched sides. Jean's mind was an impenetrable tank so the blonde had no idea her former team leader had checked her out from time to time. Maybe Scott really wasn't doing it for the redhead. Emma began to consider.
After an hour the practice was finished. Everyone laughed when the blonde called Sophie over to talk with her. "Based on your classmate's reactions, I assume your mental play by play of women's body parts is a regular occurrence…." She watched as the little blonde girl nodded her head and looked down at the grass. Emma lifted Sophie's chin and looked into her eyes and saw tears. In a surprising show of kindness the blonde got on one knee and placed her hands softly on the girl's shoulders. Sophie's eyes began shifting back and forth trying not to look at her coach's cleavage.
"It's okay, you can look at them. Go ahead." She watched as the tween took a deep breath and sighed staring at them as though in a trance. "Alright Sophie give me some eye contact. You are an exceptionally talented telepath. You'll probably even surpass me one day, but until that time comes you have to learn how to better control your mental projections and fortify your shields."
The blonde stands as a red faced Sophie shakes her mind back into consciousness. "I want you to report to my office twice a week starting tomorrow. I'm going to tutor you." Sophie looks up at her coach with wide eyes and a smile on her face. Emma drops her hands from the girl's shoulders and begins walking toward the mansion with her. Emma winks at her as they reach the foyer. "We blondes have to stick together right?" Sophie smiles and runs in meeting her friends as Emma watches them whispering and laughing with one another.
She'd had a long day and it was nowhere near over. She still needed to go to Frost International today for some business meetings. So she went up to her apartment to shower. Scott eventually joined her so she decided to kill two birds with one stone. The blonde was glad she had given him a key, as she knew she wouldn't be home until late in the evening from the office. He'd be asleep by then.
After her early afternoon delight with Scott she headed to work but couldn't stop thinking about Jean. It irritated her to no end. The woman was gone and still getting on her nerves. Her last meeting of the day was with a French diplomat to iron out the details of Frost Industries new line of wines. The man was a fat pompous chauvinist pig, but Emma had met thousands like him. They had dinner in her office where he went on and on about his latest conquest.
He took great pride in the fact that he was now having sex with his wife and her sister. Emma knew the women quite well and was surprised that they even agreed to such a thing. They were both well off so it couldn't have been for the man's money. So the blonde decided to satisfy her curiosity. "Hugo, may I ask how you managed to get the Le Roy's to -," He began to laugh interrupting her. "Come now ma dame, they are soeurs. They are not intimate. I simply seduced Valerie and convinced ma femme to permit the affair. It is all about amour after all."
The blonde remembered that the younger sister's husband had died a few months ago and that the woman had gone into a depression. Hugo obviously took advantage of that. She now had another reason to finish the meeting quickly as she didn't want to be in such a disgusting man's presence longer than she needed to. She showed him out of the office after he signed the necessary exportation paperwork and began to leave. He turned to speak as he walked out the door. "Madame Frost, you would do well to not show me such disdain. Do not forget the feu de l'enfer where we first became acquainted. You will not always be able to entice your lovers to come to you willingly mademoiselle Frost. You better than anyone know that an opportunity must present itself for amour to blossom."
The blonde grits her teeth as the door closes behind him. 'Please, I am the opportunity…' she thought to herself. 'I can have anyone I want, whenever I want, however I want them. I'd never have to take advantage of a mourning woman just to get laid you portentous ingrate. You should be happy your wife even lets you stand next to her.' She lays her head back against her chair and takes in a deep breath through her nose.
He's an idiot to say something so preposterous. It had been 8 years since she left the hellfire club, her skills were legendary. She is still the best White Queen to ever run the organization. The fact that it took five women to replace her was proof of that.
It was a long quiet drive back to the mansion. Her head began to ache the closer she got to the institute. She had the driver slow down, thinking the bumpy road was the problem. There was yellow cab parked at the top of the hill in front of the school entrance. Emma had her driver stop the car further down the hill so she could see who it was getting out of the cab.
A woman with a hood on got out of the car and paid the driver. She looked around holding two duffle bags as the driver left passing Emma's car down the road. She pulled down her hood as her duffle bags float following behind her. She walked past the flood lights and the blonde catches a flash of burgundy locks.
It was Jean. She was back.
TBC…
French Language: ma dame (my lady), soeurs (sisters) , ma femme (my wife), Madame (Mistress) , feu de l'enfer (Hellfire) Mademoiselle (Mistress), amour (love/passion)