Well I have been waiting, waiting here so long
Jean stood by the lake on the mansion property. The wind was slightly shifting, playing in her hair, pushing the red strands around her face, and occasionally brushing it by her green eyes. Her eyes were looking at the lake, but her focus was another place entirely. She had gained her freedom from Scott. He had been suffocating at times, distant at others, and ultimately Jean had decided that she deserved better. And though she knew it was bound to happen, she had been slightly shocked at the attention the break-up had garnered. Before she could blink, she had more suitors than she knew what to do with. Freedom was what she had told herself she wanted. So, as flattering as the attention had been, she kept them all at arm's length.
But thinking nothing no nothing could go wrong
What harm would there be in a little light flirting here and there? Nothing was going to come of it. Jean had resolved herself to that point before putting herself somewhat out there. What she had not counted on was now frustrating her the most. Emma.
But now I know
Her plan to stay somewhat aloof had blown up in her face the moment Emma caught her attention. And caught it she had. In fact, Emma was all she thought about these days. Jean was at a total loss to explain how it had happened. It just had. And now, she was knee deep, and the waters were rising at an uncontrollable rate.
She's got a built in ability
Emma just had this way of getting to her. Emma's attitude, her mind, her body…Lord that body. Everything that Emma was…it repelled her and drew her in the same breath. Jean laughed at the thought of the word breath. Breathing was overrated when she was near Emma. The blonde made sure of it. Kisses lavished all over her made it difficult for the redhead to participate in the simple act of drawing air into her lungs.
To touch everything she sees
And God those fingers of Emma's. They were tantalizing, hypnotizing, and every other word in the English language capable of eliciting goose bumps. And Emma made sure that satisfaction was a poor choice of words when she was done having her way with the redhead's body. Satisfaction didn't even begin to describe how Emma left her feeling after one of their encounters. The first time had been on Jean's birthday. Frankly, so had the second, third, and fourth times.
And now it seems, I'm falling, falling for her
And there was the crux of Jean's problem. Neither she nor Emma had clearly defined what they were doing. Well, they were having sex. Mind-blowing sex at that. Not much talking had ever been done between the two. In fact the only talking that ever took place were the illicit words Emma whispered into the redhead's ear while simultaneously driving her body over the edge. But the more they explored the physical side of their relationship, Jean began to feel her heart slipping into dangerous territory. She found herself snuggling now to the other woman after sex, never talking, but just drawing every bit of Emma in that she could before their time was up. And the first few encounters they had were rushed, filled with greediness to soak up what the other would offer. But Emma had changed course inexplicably last night, and had been tender, when at other times insistency had steered the ship. Truth be told, it had been the most attentive anyone had ever been with her body. And it was freaking Jean out…
She seems to have an invisible touch
Emma had touched her body everywhere that night. But more importantly, and most disturbingly, she had touched Jean's soul. She had been achingly tender, responding to the little whimpers and moans she had masterfully elicited. And when they had both been completely sated, Emma did something else that was unexpected. She had drawn the covers back on the bed and made a simple request.
"Stay?"
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
And in that moment, Jean knew she was done for. She was Emma's to control. Her heart wasn't going to have it any other way. So she obliged the request. She curled up next to the other woman, placing her head on the shoulder being offered. Possessively she grabbed Emma's waist, and felt herself slip into slumber.
She seems to have an invisible touch
How the hell had this happened? How the hell had this happened with Emma of all people? Jean couldn't explain it. She just knew that it had. The ramifications were immeasurable. But she couldn't say no. She didn't want to. She wasn't capable of forming the word when Emma was near. So she let go…
She takes control and slowly tears you apart
She had woken up that morning to her hair being lightly stroked, and Emma was whispering things that she didn't think would ever come out of the blonde's mouth. She was praising Jean's resolve, her courage, her compassion, and it was alarming. High praise from Emma was nowhere to be found in the past. But as she lay next to her in the bed, pretending to sleep, Jean was the recipient of something that she never thought possible. Emma was offering true affection. And she felt a hand caress her bare back. Emma was being tender again. There was nothing sexually charged about the contact. It was simply sincere in everything Emma was trying to convey.
I don't really know her, I only know her name
And these simple actions by Emma threw Jean through a loop. This was not the Emma Frost she had come to know. This was not the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. This was not even the woman that had been given the nickname "Frosty." This was something else. This was…her Emma.
But she crawls under your skin...you're never quite the same
So Jean stopped pretending to sleep and rolled over to face her bedmate. She searched her companion's eyes, and was surprised at what she saw. Vulnerability. Emma was showing one more side that Jean would have sworn didn't exist. But there it was. And Emma, in that moment, sealed more than her place in the redhead's bed, she sealed a place in her heart.
And now I know
"Emma," Jean whispered, leaning in closer.
"Yes love?"
"What are you doing to me?"
She's got something you just can't trust
And Emma smirked in response. Instantly her hands reached out and tickled Jean everywhere Jean shrieked at the unexpected stimulation, not really sure how things had gone from serious to this. But she went with it. She tickled back. But after only a few moments of laughter and squirming…
It's something mysterious
Emma suddenly stopped. She grasped Jean's face and pulled her in. And the kiss she gave conveyed everything that had just happened between them. It was long and drawn to start, and ended giddy and playful.
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
Jean smiled at the end, and sighed, "Goddammit Emma."
Emma laughed, "What?"
"You know what. I am naked in your bed, and you are making me think and do crazy things."
Emma lightly traced her fingertips across Jean's collarbone. "Is that a bad thing?"
She seems to have an invisible touch
And it was bad. So delectably bad. It was wrong to want Emma like this.
"Fuck it." Jean mumbled, bringing her lips once more to meet the blonde's.
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
Once again, Jean caved in, and let Emma do whatever, however to her body. She only knew that she was addicted to how she was being touched, stroked, played, and it was Emma in control.
She seems to have an invisible touch
And as the heat began to rise again underneath the sheets, Jean moaned with anticipation and need to be sated by the woman in her arms.
She takes control and slowly tears you apart
With everything that had passed before them, and the promise of many more moments to come, Jean let go of any inhibition and reservation she had desperately clung to and simply surrendered completely.
She don't like losing
But just as she was about to feel that much needed release, Emma stopped touching her.
To her it's just a game
"Tease…" Jean whispered breathily.
Emma chuckled, "But you love it."
Jean groaned with frustration, but quickly found herself moaning once more, as Emma started right back where she had left off. It took 10 seconds for Jean's body to start to shake, and Emma to slap on a grin of satisfaction once the climax had ended.
And though she will fuck up your life
Jean chastised lightly, "You are so smug Emma."
"You would be too if you were me. I just made the prudish redhead howl my name. I am pretty sure half of the mansion knows what just happened."
You want her just the same
But Jean didn't care. Let them hear her. If this was heaven, Jean was prepared to die a million times again in Emma's bed. And she was going to be damn sure that the other half of the mansion would know how Emma responded to her.
Ask me and I know
And so she rolled her lover over onto her stomach and straddled her back. Jean ran her hands up Emma's spine, and lowered herself slowly, rubbing her own breasts across the blonde's back following the trail her hands had just blazed. She leaned over and whispered into Emma's ear, "How does it feel to not be on top? Not be in control? To know that I am in charge now?"
Emma whimpered and Jean wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist. "Lift up gorgeous."
And slowly Emma lifted herself onto her palms, and Jean wasted no time snaking the hand that was around the blonde's waist even lower. Her free hand grabbed one of Emma's breasts and the sensual ministrations began.
She's got a built in ability
Emma submitted and was rewarded within minutes for her willingness to let Jean lead. Her arms buckled and Jean toppled on top of her, bumping her chin on the back of the blonde's head.
"Easy with the rough stuff…" Emma laughed.
"Well, that was slick wasn't it?"
And the two women giggled at the sheer silliness of how it had all ended. They shifted around, getting comfortable and cuddling, with Jean throwing her leg over Emma's.
"Darling," Emma started staring at the leg on top of her, "are you still in charge here?"
"Hush Emma. You are comfortable."
"Yes dear."
The capitulation only served to endear the blonde even more to Jean.
To touch everything she sees
The quiet moments following spoke volumes. While no words were physically spoken, Emma allowed her mental shields to slide, giving Jean access to her most intimate thoughts. And Jean's giddy smile at the beginning of the cuddling became one of shock.
"Is that how you really feel?" Jean barely managed.
The answer came in a whisper, "Yes."
And now it seems I'm falling, falling for her
So as Jean now stood by the lake, recalling the tender kiss that followed Emma's admission, she felt a pair of warm hands wrap around her waist.
Emma's chin came to rest on the redhead's shoulder. Jean smiled, not turning her head, but reaching up to touch the blonde's face.
"Beautiful…I was just thinking about you."
She seems to have an invisible touch
The little pet name made Emma's heart beat just slightly faster, and Jean could feel how just the one small word affected her companion. Jean turned her head slightly and nuzzled Emma's neck. She peppered it with sweet kisses, and let her happiness at the blonde's proximity flow from her body.
She reaches in and grabs right hold of your heart
But as Jean was learning, Emma marched to the beat of her own drum. The blonde swatted the redhead's ass, and it only served to solidify her position in the telepath's heart, as tender went to crass instantly.
Jean laughed, "Being with you is going to keep me on my toes constantly."
"Or on your back. Really I can do it either way."
Jean blushed, and Emma grinned lasciviously.
She seems to have an invisible touch
Jean narrowed her eyes playfully and took two steps back. She closed her eyes, and then Emma felt telepathic touches all over her body.
She takes control and slowly tears you apart
Emma stood in slight shock at Jean's actions, and then groaned, "Such behavior. I must be rubbing off on you."
"Give me a moment and I'll be rubbing off on you. Really we can do it either way."
A/N: Well this was a lot steamier than I originally intended. Leave a review? I am going to go smoke a cigarette now...
