Ok, so this has been lingering in my mind for quite awhile. I am a big fan of Fembuck's Underneath it All. With a serious lack of quality Emma/Jean stories out there, I have read that author's piece several times. There was something in it, very small, that caught my attention. Jean mentions to Emma at one point that she is a fan of Genesis. I happen to have several of their songs on my Ipod, and I set out to write something related to them for these characters. Thank you to Fembuck for all the wonderful stories, but, specifically for the pieces on Jean/Emma. I hope you don't mind that I used the small reference to create something...so here is my disclaimer:I own nothing related to the X-Men or to any Genesis song. The song lyrics are in blackened bold. (And if you haven't read Fembuck, do so. There is plenty of variety there to keep anyone interested in Femslash very happy.)
Hot sun, beating down
It was hot as hell by the pool. Emma grumbled to herself. She was sure to burn in the heat, but that wasn't the foremost thought on her mind. She walked up to a lounge chair and dropped her small white bag. She scanned around the water, and saw Jean sitting next to Logan.
"Dog…" she mumbled under her breath. Jean had been single for a couple of months now, and she seemed to be a much happier person sans Scott. This of course, only served to make Emma miserable. The wolves had wasted no time coming out of the wood works, and the redhead seemed to be enjoying the attention.
Burning my feet just walking around...
Emma took off her sandals, and walked over to the pool. The cement was hot, and was close to scorching her feet. She quickly dipped them in the pool to much needed relief. She glanced up again at the pair across the way. Logan was leaning into Jean's personal space, and the redhead was laughing at something he had just said.
"Gross." Emma barbed quietly. She was loathe to admit it, but she was slightly jealous of the hairy superhero. She would have loved to be the one making Jean laugh. And that was gross to Emma too. She couldn't tell you when it started, but the redhead was all she had thought of the last few months. Hence the reason she was out by the pool. She was braving the sun, and her alabaster skin, just to be able to be near her crush. Of course she was on the opposite side of the pool, but it would have to do.
Hot sun, making me sweat
Emma sighed and returned to her chair. There was a small amount of sweat starting to drip down her back. She opened her bag, and pulled out a book. Nothing like dry reading to match her mood. She glanced at the title. It was a small ditty on global economics and the effects of big business in relation to democratic societies. She wasn't sure why she had chosen it to read, but it was going to be the only source of distraction poolside. She really didn't want to watch the obvious flirting between the two across the way, but Emma was going to submit herself to the torture. Just as the thought was processed, a shadow crossed her path. Literally. Shadowcat.
"This just gets better…" Emma sighed.
Kitty stopped and looked at the blonde. "You read? Who knew?"
Gator's getting close, hasn't got me yet
Emma cocked her eyebrow, "Well it isn't a pop-up book like I am sure you are accustomed to, but it will do."
Kitty snorted, and walked away. Emma rolled her eyes. There was definitely no love lost where that one was concerned. But she shook the devious thoughts of making the brunette bark like a dog, and went back to getting settled.
I can't dance, I can't talk
Emma was frustrated. She wanted to talk to Jean. She wanted to tell her so many things. But Emma and Jean were always uneasy around each other. It was mostly due to the redhead's persistence in getting Emma to talk to her at all. Emma, for her part, tried civility, but usually came across as a snobbish bitch. Sometimes it was done on purpose, but dammit, she was trying, in her own way. Emma knew she was beautiful, and had never had a problem in getting what she wanted, but Jean was a whole other ball game. The redhead smiled at everyone, so Emma didn't feel special when it was directed her way. And she really needed to work on her conversation skills with the redhead. But, the distance across the pool, and the stinky Logan was making that impossible at the moment.
The only thing about me is the way I walk...
It would be nice to be noticed. Emma was able to turn heads anywhere. But not the one she wanted in this instance.
"This is ridiculous…" Emma chuckled. "Well, at least I look good." It wasn't egotistical, not in the strictest sense. It was just fact. Emma was quite the little number. She reached for the hem of her shirt, and then instantly she felt a little mental spike. She blinked momentarily, trying to figure out where it had come from. But as she reached for her shirt again, there it was. Inexplicably quick. But a small wave of lust trickled across her mind. She smiled to herself, because it definitely wasn't her own doing. She turned to face across the pool. Jean was sitting back, sunglasses on, soaking in sun, expressionless. Logan was doing the same.
I can't dance, I cant sing
A little show then…Emma thought. She certainly had someone's attention. She crossed her arms slowly, grabbed the hem of the shirt, and lifted it slightly, revealing her stomach. She could barely control the giddiness that crept up as she felt the small surge in her mind again. Very carefully taking her time, she raised the shirt to uncover her white bikini top. It was holding the girls up nicely. And with the next surge, she knew someone was appreciating the investment she had made into the pair. She finished taking off the shirt, and tossed it into her bag. She stood up and brushed away a piece of non-existent piece of lint off her left breast. Yes, she thought, she definitely had someone's attention, as she felt a small shiver hit her spine. Emma turned her attention to her shorts. She tucked her hands into the sides, and took her time sliding them down her legs. They hit the ground, and unabashedly Emma bent over and picked them up. Whoever was checking her out was getting a great view. It was 50/50, but Emma really hoped it wasn't Logan. Otherwise this was all for naught.
I'm just standing here selling everything
Emma tossed the shorts in the bag, and pulled out her sunscreen. She squeezed small amounts of the protectant on her hand, and began to slather it across her chest. She paid far too much attention to the area, but she knew she was driving someone crazy. She could feel the slight moments of elation as she turned her strokes from the left breast and then to the right. Whoever was watching her was trying to be guarded, and Emma held out hope. Wolverine wasn't exactly an open book to read. He was careful around everyone, so Emma wasn't exactly sure who was enjoying her little show. She bent over once more, and began rubbing the lotion on her legs, thighs, and hips. Once finished with her arms, she decided to make a bold move. It would either be perfect, or a downright disaster.
Looking up across the way she sent out the mental projection, "My back?" She shook the bottle of lotion in her hand to make her point clear. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, to her delight, Jean straddled her legs on either side of her chair and sat up. The redhead was a vision in her green bikini, and Emma marveled at the form she was openly ogling. Jean stood, and walked around the pool to where Emma was camped out. She smiled at the blonde, almost lasciviously, but still maintained her silence. She reached out and took the bottle of sunscreen. Emma turned and moved her hands to lift her hair. But she felt a hand on hers lightly shoving them back to her sides. Telekinetically, her hair was lifted off her shoulders, and Emma could swear that she felt hands on the back of her scalp. Of course that was impossible considering Jean was now spreading the lotion all over Emma's back. But Jean was touching her in multiple places, both physically and with her powers. The redhead took her time, making sure every little piece of skin Emma had revealed was being covered. When she was finished, Jean floated the bottle back into the bag. Emma turned around, reveling in the close proximity, and flashed her most devious grin. Jean grinned in return, and bit her bottom lip. But then she did something unexpected. She winked at the blonde and walked away. Returning to her seat next to Logan, she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.
Emma stood flustered for a moment, and then sighed. Round one to the redhead. But as Emma stretched out and picked up her book, she thought would never enjoy reading material on economics so much.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach
Less than a week later, Emma was walking up and down the shoreline of a beach. It had been the professor's suggestion that they all go for team bonding, and other such drivel. They had all played various games, which Emma had begrudgingly participated in. She hadn't seen Jean after the little flirting incident the White Queen had played poolside. So, she had taken her opportunity to go with the other X-Men to the event, and despite her outward attitude, she had enjoyed the multitude of activities. But as she walked back north towards the bonfire, she spied Logan, once again, making friendly time with the object of her affections. Sighing, she strolled up to the pair.
Her dog is talking to me but she's outta reach
"Emma," Wolverine growled slightly.
"Logan," she returned, doing her best to hide her disgust.
She's gotta body under that shirt
Emma couldn't help the quick glance she let her eyes get away with. Jean was a vision in short shorts. Her long legs went on for days it seemed, and Emma was struggling to hide the thoughts of all the things she could do to them, especially if they were wrapped around her. But she quickly shook the thought, and tried to pay attention to what Logan was saying to her. Not that it mattered, but Jean wasn't offering anything. Emma couldn't hear one single thing coming from the telepath's mind. Which, if Emma was honest, was unnerving.
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt...
And that is what Emma settled on. Realistically, other than what had passed between them a week prior, Emma didn't get anything from Jean. So she stood there as Logan made corny jokes about her lack of abilities at volleyball. And of course he managed to regale her with the amazing plays he had made. Such a chump. Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
Cause I can't dance I can't talk
Emma struggled to come up with something witty to say to Jean. Nothing came to mind though, and Logan's incessant bragging about his "skills" was fast becoming nauseating. Emma caught every bit of his thinly veiled innuendo and felt like gagging. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She walked away while he was in mid-sentence.
Only thing about me is the way that I walk
She swung her hips as seductively as she could without being totally obvious. She chuckled to herself as she felt Logan's mind call her all sorts of indecent names. Most of them deserved, and some she was surprised he knew the meanings of. But she felt something else push against her mind. Once again it was light, and thinly veiled. Emma knew instantly where it had come from, and mercifully, it wasn't the beast of a man that caused her stomach to turn. The thoughts she was hearing were both flattering and highly charged with…lust? Admiration? It was hard to tell. Jean wasn't giving too much away.
I can't dance I can't sing
Emma smiled in delight, her back turned away from the pair. Well, at least, she thought, I have her attention. And so Emma gambled once more.
I'm just standing here selling
She stopped a few feet away, turned back around, and winked at the redhead, returning the gesture that she had received not that long ago. She was sure she saw a slight grin reach Jean's lips, and was totally sure that Logan was scowling.
Oh and checking everything is in place
Emma once again reached for the hem of her shirt. She lifted it up over her body and head, revealing the bathing suit she was wearing underneath. It was another little white number that accentuated her assets. Smirking she turned back around and started walking away once again.
You never know who is looking on
Except that Emma did know who was looking. And she was enjoying every minute of it. Both of the women were. Emma chuckled as Logan was trying to get Jean's attention once more. She didn't catch it all, but it didn't matter. Emma knew she was winning. Fuck him. She was going to win. And she sauntered along, thinking about all the delicious ways she would. The White Queen had won round two.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes
Emma was positively disgusted. She was standing near a table in the pool hall. Clearly class was lacking from most of the patrons. But once again, Jean had gotten the better of her. It was the redhead's birthday, and Emma was forced to join the celebration with her teammates in a rather dingy establishment. The situation was insufferable, as once again, Emma had been a willing witness to Logan's feeble attempts to get the redhead to pay him attention. And so, Emma leaned back against a table nearby, when a young man had dared to walk up to her. He was clearly intoxicated and Emma was doing her best to ignore him. But it was hard to ignore the fact he had just spilled beer on her white boots. She closed her eyes, and sighed, wondering if this nonsense was all worth it. She turned and stared him straight in the eyes.
"Get lost."
And she implanted a thought into his mind. He suddenly straightened up and bee-lined for the men's room. Emma chuckled. Someone would eventually find the man trying to wash his socks in the toilet.
Fat guy talking to me trying to steal my blues
She had just gotten rid of one admirer, only to gain another within moments. Some slob of a fat man, who had clearly taken notes out of Logan's repertoire of dressing, was trying to hit on her. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Why did any man think flannel was high fashion? His pick-up lines were terrible, and the thoughts running through his mind were starting to grind on Emma's nerves. Jean looked up from the shot she had just taken at the pool table, and looked over to where the White Queen was standing.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through
Jean smiled at the clear agitation on Emma's face. Emma rolled her eyes as she was the recipient of yet another dreadful line. Clearly her suitor was not getting the picture. Jean leaned her stick against the wall, and started to walk her way. Logan stopped her by grabbing her arm, but Jean's attention never wavered.
Emma could barely hear him say, "The game isn't over. Ororo missed the eight ball in the corner pocket."
Never breaking eye contact with Emma, Jean reached her arm out, and the eight ball telekinetically rolled into the pocket that Ororo had called. Jean moved past Logan's grasp and walked up to Emma.
Never thought so much could happen just shooting pool
"Emma," Jean started, "I really thought you had higher standards."
"What can I say? I am trying to make you jealous."
Jean laughed and turned her attention to the fat man. Her eyes sparked with the Phoenix flame, and the man stumbled backwards in fear. Jean continued to glare as he made the fastest exit his fat ass would allow.
Once satisfied that he was gone, Jean looked back at Emma. She leaned into the blonde's personal space and whispered, "It's my birthday you know."
I can't dance, I can't talk
There weren't too many times that Emma had ever found herself speechless. But as she stood there, searching for something, anything to say, her mind and mouth never managed to meet up. For all the times to have this happen…
Only thing about me is the way that I walk
Jean sighed. With nothing forthcoming from her companion, she turned and returned to the pool table. The redhead's disappointment gleaned off Emma's mind, and the White Queen cursed herself. Really, she had invented the game of seduction, or at the very least had perfected it, and what had she done with all her talents? Nothing.
I can't dance, I can't sing
Logan was smiling at Jean's return. The redhead nodded in his direction, and picked up her pool stick and leaned against the wall. He strutted, much to Emma's disgust, and racked the balls.
I'm just standing here selling
But Emma recovered quickly. With her prize so close by, she ran her fingers through her hair…
And checking everything is in place
She adjusted her breasts, and jutted her chin out.
You never know who is looking on
Emma knew Jean was watching her still. She always seemed to be. If Emma couldn't figure out how to form words, well, she'd do something else. She swaggered over past the pool table, past a confused Wolverine, and pressed her body up against Jean's, sealing the red head to the wall. Emma lifted her hands up and placed them on either side of the other woman's head. The blonde allowed every fantasy she ever had about the other woman flow out, and Jean smirked. Emma took it as confirmation, and she crashed her lips onto the woman pinned beneath her. Jean immediately melted and wrapped her hands around Emma's neck. Groaning into her companion's mouth, Emma shifted her thigh in between Jean's legs. With breasts pressed together, lips and tongues dancing, and inhibitions flying out the window, Emma's hands lowered to Jean's hips. She squeezed, and pulled the redhead against her own pelvis. She dragged her lips away, and whispered seductively, "Come home with me."
Jean smiled, and opened her eyes. "I kind of have to. We live in the same place."
Emma opened her mouth to reply, but instead laughed. "Let's go now then shall we?"
Emma grabbed one of Jean's hands and turned to walk away. Logan's face was priceless. Being a telepath was a blessing when there was no camera available. Emma would draw on this memory for years to come. As she got to the front door of the establishment, Emma held it open for Jean. There was nothing chivalrous about the act; it just allowed Emma to enjoy an amazing view.
The perfect body with the perfect face
The thought was simultaneous between the two woman as Jean stepped by. Round three...Emma thought…who cares who won? Both of us will end up on top…
A/N: There will be a couple of more one shots, keeping in continuity with where this relationship, or pairing will go. I hope you enjoyed this one, as well as the subsequent pieces that will follow. Let me know if you liked...