Jean woke with a gasp, her body thrumming and sweaty and desire pooling between her legs. The dream was fading quickly, but she could still feel the pressure of a tongue.
Emma had to be messing with her, it was the only explanation. Every night for weeks, she'd woken up like this, and it was starting to drive her crazy.
Her phone buzzed, and she rolled over to grab it.
Queen Bitch What the hell was that?
"What, she doesn't want to use her powers?"Jean asked no one in particular. And why now, after so many weeks of ignoring each other.
She responded, idly wondering what Emma had for her for her contact info.
Sacred Cow I know what you did.
Queen Bitch How eloquent. Please enlighten me.
Sacred Cow I'm not going to dignify this with an answer.
Queen Bitch Interesting. I'm not feeling very enlightened
Queen Bitch And darling, you did dignify this with an answer
Frowning at her phone, Jean dropped it back onto the end table and laid back in bed. Fuck Emma for messing with her like that. It was bad enough she couldn't get through a staff meeting without feeling the heat of Emma's gaze, now she can't even make it through the night.
Her hands started to wander of their own accord and Jean had a momentary flash of guilt as her mind went straight to Emma. It was impossible to tell if it was her own imagination or bleedover from the other telepath, but she felt as though she was touching Emma and not herself - and vice versa.
Even though there was no reason for a walk of shame the next morning, Jean still felt like that was what she was doing. But few others were up this Saturday morning, and there was only one person in the teacher's lounge.
Kitty looked like like she hadn't slept well either. Jean caught a flash of something in Kitty's surface thoughts before she realized Jean was here and clamped down with her psychic shields.
Which was interesting, since most people didn't bother to try to shield their surface thoughts unless they really didn't want a telepath to know. More than happy to focus on something that wasn't Emma Frost, Jean asked, "Everything okay?"
Wide-eyed, Kitty looked behind her even though she was alone. "Uh. Yeah. Everything is fine. Totally fine."
Not at all convinced, Jean made her way to the coffee maker, relieved that her own secret remained secret. Kitty wouldn't take the idea of her sleeping with Emma well, at all. It was already a little awkward at times, but she didn't mind Kitty being headmistress. It was a role that suited her. Certainly a lot better than when Logan had been running the place. AT least in Jean's opinion. "So why do you look like you've just committed some grave crime?"
"What? No! No. Noooo." Kitty waved her hand, and started to edge towards the door. "Everything is fine!"
Rachel appeared in the doorway, not catching her mother there until she'd started speaking. "Hey ba-Kitty. Hi Kitty. Kate. Hi. Oh! Mom, I didn't see you there!"
"Ray! Lets go we've got things to do" Kitty grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her bodily away, loudly proclaiming, "Everything is fine."
There was something going on there, something that Jean had a few guesses to but nothing she was sure she actually wanted to know about. Let those two be distracted by whatever was going on. After all, Rachel would handle the Emma thing even worse than Kitty. All the more reason to keep it secret; and put an end to it.
Jean's thoughts were interrupted by the coffee machine going off. She turned to get her mug, glad it was the weekend. Except for a staff meeting that afternoon, it was going to be a light day. She looked forward to getting a chance to get her head on straight.
Coffee acquired, she turned around in time for Emma to enter the kitchen. Jean tried to slip past her, and once she was out of the kitchen, she brushed her mind against Emma's, giving her a memory from the other night.
She was rewarded with the sound of a mug shattering on the tile, and she took on a decidedly smug smile as she made her way to her office. It felt like she and Emma were at war and for the first time she'd won a battle. Jean didn't like losing, and she had a competitive streak that rarely got a chance to come out.
That was a very nice rationalization, if she did say so herself. So much for ending it. Well. She could end it later. Whatever "it" was.
She picked up some stray thoughts as she rounded a corner and came to a stop before she could interrupt Logan and Ororo. Her feelings for both were complicated, and her relationship with both had also been complicated; and physical on occasion. But she'd never seen either of them happier than they'd been since getting together.
"You know, if we discourage the students from public displays of affection, maybe we shouldn't be making out in the hallways either."
Ororo stepped back from Logan and cleared her throat. "Good morning."
"Heya Jeannie." Of course Logan looked pleased with himself. Jean felt a pang of envy.
She suddenly felt very alone, "Have any plans tonight?"
"Logan and I were going to take in a show," Ororo replied, glancing down at him fondly.
"She's makin' me see Frozen on Broadway," he complained.
"Don't be ridiculous." Ororo shot him a teasing smile, "You picked it out."
Laughing, Jean put her hand over her chest, "I promise I won't tell a soul. I know you have a fearsome reputation to maintain. And any excuse to put on a tuxedo."
Maybe she should talk to them. They were her closest friends. They might even understand, despite their history of animosity with Emma. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe Jean needed to figure this out a bit more before she asked them.
Or at least waited for a few days instead of potentially ruining their night or risking Rachel catching wind.
"Jean, are you all right?"
Jean met Ororo's eyes, "Yes. No. I don't know. I'll tell you when I figure that out."
"Sure about that, darlin'?"
She nodded at Logan. "Positive."
That wasn't the end of it, and Jean quickly retreated into her office before either of them decided to give her the third degree.
Emma was sitting on her desk, legs crossed. She was wearing lingerie, white of course, with stockings and garters, and she was practically falling out of the top.
The coffee slipped out of Jean's hands, the mug bouncing on the carpet and spilling the liquid everywhere. Jean didn't notice, her eyes taking in every inch of Emma before she sputtered, "What are you..how did…?!"
"Ms. Grey?"
Jean snapped her head around. One of Emma's cuckoos, Phoebe, was standing in the doorway, and Jean glanced back at the desk. Emma was gone.
Telepathic projection, of course. Steadying herself, she looked back at Phoebe, "What is it?"
"Are you okay?"
"My hand slipped. Can I help you?"
"I wanted to know if we could get an extension on our report. There've been some problems with the computer lab."
Jean dimly recalled something Kitty had mentioned at the last meeting, so she nodded. "All right. I'll give you another week."
The girl perked up, and ran off. Jean caught sight of the other two joining her. Honestly, it was so much easier to keep track of them now that Phoebe and Mindee had dyed their hair. Jean felt a perverse sense of satisfaction that Phoebe had gone red. She was positive that had been specifically to piss Emma off and Jean approved.
Speaking of Emma. Jean held her hand out, the mug floating back to her hand. The liquid followed and though she couldn't get all of it she got enough to avoid a really bad stain. It was undrinkable though.
"Tsk. You really should hold onto your coffee better. Wouldn't want to make a mess."
Even though Jean knew Emma wasn't physically there, she could still feel the heat of her breath in her ear and nearly lost the mug again. "What game are you playing?"
"I'm not the one that started this. You're clearly obsessed with me and my perfect bosoms." As if to emphasize that point, Emma pressed against Jean's back and slid her hands around to caress at her stomach. Jean held perfectly still, and Emma whispered, "Now, why am I not hearing any denial?"
"My room," Jean rasped. "Tonight."
"Just once more?" Emma asked, her hands sliding up under Jean's shirt. If Jean didn't know better, she'd say there was anticipation in Emma's voice.
"Once more." Jean closed her eyes, and Emma's projection flickered.
"Did you just grope me?" Emma asked, incredulous.
"Seemed like something I should do."
"My my, what a terrible misuse of your telekinesis." Emma's projection disappeared, and Jean was alone again.
Alone, with ruined coffee and a desperate need for a cold shower. "One more. Just one more," she repeated.
She really needed to find another way to work out her stress. Or to try to talk to someone about this. But words were too complicated when they weren't being said between the thighs.