Branded
403 words
Everyone loves Jean Grey. She's everybody's friend. Charles' favourite pupil. She has men falling over each other for her affections. And yet she caused a genocide, something they all seem to conveniently ignore. Emma doesn't understand it, she wonders if Jean does. Apparently even Emma herself isn't totally immune to the Jean Grey charm she muses as she watches the figure across from her, but she doesn't necessarily like her. Jean's long red hair is all mussed, falling in waves down her back. As she leans forward to pick up her bra from where it was tossed carelessly on the floor her hair falls across her face, moving like liquid flames. Emma's naked, lying on her back, body stretched out to it's best effect. Not that Jean will see it, she never looks at Emma afterwards. Predictably Jean's already at the door, probably telepathically scanning the hallway to make sure no one sees her leave the room. Everyone knows that Miss Frost and Mrs Grey-Summers don't like each other. Emma's heard the thoughts of teenage boys about how hot it would be if the two ever got into a fight. It always makes her smile, if only they knew. Jean leaves without a word or even the slightest backward glance, just like she always does. She'll refuse to look at Emma in the morning and if she actually speaks to her it'll be cold and polite. Not like Jean normally talks to her, full of heat and hatred. Emma prefers the anger, at least anger is an acknowledgement that Emma does in fact exist. Emma sighs, stretching even more, arching her back slightly. She runs her fingers lightly over her neck, she thinks there's going to be a bruise. She pulls a blanket over her, she feels cold suddenly. Except for where she can still feel Jean's touch, like it's burned into her skin. She traces the warmth, her hands are cold and the contrast makes her shiver. She smirks when she sees Jean's panties still on the floor and wonders if Scott will notice his wife's going commando. Everyone loves Jean Grey. Jean knows this, Emma's sure of it. And yet it's Emma's bed she comes to. Emma doesn't quite understand it but she's not going to ask. She doesn't care if Jean wants to slip out of the room and pretend it didn't happen because Emma knows that she'll be back.