Author's note: this is something I wrote for a livejournal comment-fic site a few years back. The prompt was "X-Men, Scott/Jean/Emma, bedroom manners". This story dances on the edge of what this site considers appropriate, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't actually cross over the line.
RUDE AND LEWD
Betsy's eyes snapped open in utter shock. It was late, and she had been peacefully sleeping in her room...
Then Betsy let out a low moan and curled into a tight ball as a wave of sensation washed over her. She was still trying to recover when the second orgasm hit her. That one made her convulse so hard that it knocked her completely out of her bed.
On the floor, tangled-up in her blankets and sheets, Betsy frantically tried to send a telepathic signal, but the interference was too intense.
The third orgasm was shorter, but strangely sharp. Typically male. That was Scott, of course, Betsy thought groggily to herself as she scrambled to her knees and reached for the cell-phone on her nightstand. She didn't use it very often, but this was an emergency.
Jean was given to quick, multiple orgasms - something Betsy didn't know, but was now learning. Jean's second climax of the night made Betsy's entire body clench. In the process, she banged her head against the edge of the nightstand. Shaking her head to clear it, Betsy frantically punched in Scott's number. She knew Scott was the only one who would actually answer a phone while in the midst of a threesome.
"Pick up, pick up, pick up!" Betsy begged desperately as the phone rang.
"Hello?" Scott's voice said hesitantly. He sounded distracted.
"Oh, for pity's sake, Scott!" Emma's voice moaned in the background.
"Damn it, Scott!" Betsy yelled into the cell-phone. "Your telepathic gestalt is leaking! And everything is being magnified! Tell those two sluts of yours to..."
That was when Jean and Emma had a simultaneous orgasm. Actually, that was a rather easy trick for a pair of telepaths to manage.
When Betsy finally came to her senses, the cell-phone was laying under the bed as Scott's voice said, "Hello? Hello? Betsy? Hello?"
Betsy reached under the bed and grabbed her cell-phone. Putting it to her ear, she said raggedly, "This is really very rude."
