It was hardly an "inn." The patriarch had simply begun to rent his son's bedrooms while the boys were away in the army. He offered them the luxury of a private bathroom, and noted in a pleased voice that he had a large bed for the newlyweds to share.

*Newlyweds?!* They thought simultaneously. They'd appeared to him as a young Chinese couple, and neither had realized that the ways their bodies moved in relation to one another screamed their excitement to every observer.

Jean thanked him in Chinese, at least in his mind, and he led them to the room, closing the door behind them.

"I suppose this could be worse. The bed doesn't appear to be made of straw," Emma said. "Did you want to… er… shower first?" She pushed her mind away from the thought of Jean standing wet and naked a few yards away.

"Go ahead," Jean said, wondering if Emma would strip down right in front of her again. Emma turned, stepped toward the bathroom, and pulled at the string of her corset, which caught on the knot Jean had tied earlier.

"Um… what did you do, tie this in a sailor's knot?"

"How kind of you to be so gracious for my earlier assistance. Here," and she reached her hand out toward Emma. Emma walked back to Jean and turned her back, leaning over slightly and jutting her ass out toward Jean, who couldn't help but look at it. Jean clasped her fingers around the knot, letting the sides of her hands fall onto the small of Emma's back and brush against her as she untied. As the knot fell apart, Jean flattened her hands against Emma's spine, her thumbs sliding under the edges of the loosened corset. Emma tensed and made a decision.

She turned against Jean's hands, moving toward Jean, reveling in Jean's surprise as she shifted into Jean's palms so that she was left facing Jean with both of Jean's hands on her stomach. She looked up.

"Emma, I…"

"Enough, darling," Emma said. "I have a really simple question for you."

Jean only looked back expectantly in response.

Emma reached out and put her hand on Jean's cheek, recalling Jean's previous comforting touch and feeling as much comfort in this one. Then she moved her lips to Jean's paralyzed form.

Jean broke her stillness at Emma's kiss, parting her lips for Emma's, pulling her mouth together on Emma's. Emma plunged into her now, Emma's tongue searching in Jean and meeting Jean's equally enthusiastic touch. Emma slid her other hand around Jean's back and drug her nails down Jean's spine, eliciting a moan.

Jean's hips fell against Emma's, hard. Their kissing intensified, devouring, as their hands moved over the curves of one another's bodies. Jean heated. Emma melted. When the temperature began to rise too quickly, Emma leaned backward and opened her eyes. Fire stared back at her.

Emma thought for a moment about how to react, and she certainly hadn't moved. Jean was cupping her ass, and she could feel Jean's pulse through her hips. Emma slipped her fingers under Jean's shirt, sliding her knuckles against the flat of Jean's stomach, and then pinched the fabric with her thumbs and slid her hands up Jean's chest, slowly, trailing up her ribs and under and over her breasts. She slipped the shirt over Jean's head, and off of it.

"Heavens." Emma's cheeks drew into a grin as she continued, "Are you always this hot? As measured in degrees? I recognize that you're generally breathtaking…" The fire smoldered a little, but it remained.

"I – I suppose – I know I'm generally warm…"

"No," Emma laughed lightly, and she opened up her mind to show Jean what she was looking at. The fire snuffed out. "Oh, no I rather like that. That, I want you to keep. It's the heat." Emma lifted her arm off of Jean's waist and held it up. It glowed pink. "I fear I might not look appetizing in a moment here."

"Ah," Jean said. "That's," Jean began to giggle, "that's never happened to me before." She finished the giggle in a huge smirk, and a tiny point of light began in the center of her pupil. "Do you trust me?" She asked Emma. Should I?, Emma thought to herself.

"Yes," Emma said aloud, unequivocally, and immediately she felt a rush when she knew she meant it. She felt a prickling among the nerves in her head, falling lightly down her back. Jean lifted her right hand off of Emma's ass, slid away and let her own eyes fall closed as she learned. When her lids lifted, her pupils were dilated and enflamed. She touched the tip of her finger to the top of Emma's arm, and, where her nail made contact with it, a slightly wider crescent of diamond formed beneath it. As she flattened her hand against Emma's forearm the diamond spread around it. Then Jean took her hand away and the diamond evaporated.

Emma was still tingling. "Oh my," she said.

"You could feel my hand?"

"Yes, darling." Jean smiled a mischievous smile.

"Problem solved."

"At some point I'm going to need you to teach me that." Emma reached out and unzipped Jean's pants, stuffing one hand down inside and pushing them onto the floor with the other. She slid her fingers slyly across Jean's clit and pulled her hand out again, dragging her middle finger over her own tongue.

Jean tugged without hands on Emma' shirt, ripped it apart. The pants, then. The bra. Huh, fake. She plunged her head down into Emma's breasts, crushing her face against them both. She took Emma's nipple in her mouth, holding it lightly between her teeth, then began to suck. Emma moaned, and her hips bucked, and she reached forward and hooked her nail in Jean's panties so she could return the ripping favor. She jerked Jean toward her and the fabric tore, slowly now, so that Emma had to grab a fistful and give it a yank to free Jean's ass. She drove her hips into Jean so that they both stumbled backward, and Jean fell onto the bed, Emma's arms pinned down on either side of her.

Emma stretched down like a cat and took Jean's nipple in her mouth, sliding her hands down to knead Jean's breasts, loving their plump pliability, panting with excitement as Jean's breath pushed her chest outward into Emma in rhythm. Jean's temperature began to rise.

Jean moved her hands into Emma's hair, lifting her face, urging her into a kiss. Emma's body fell down against Jean, flattening her into the bed as Emma ground her hips down against Jean's.

Jean ground back into to Emma so hard she turned them both over, and as the fire blazed in Jean's eyes she ravished Jean's neck, breasts, bellybutton, breasts, hips, the crease of her thigh, then she spread Jean's legs apart and fell between them.

Jean was sopping wet, tilting her pelvis up toward Emma in anticipation. Emma teased Jean, licking every inch of her labia and nibbling at the inner crease of her thigh, before she slid her tongue, flattened, onto Jean's slit, sliding upward and suckling Jean's clit. She exhaled with hunger. Jean moaned, and heated more, writhing on the scratchy sheets. Emma continued at her, hungry and soft and wet, until she started to feel the heat as mild pain.

The signal of the pain triggered a ping to Jean, and suddenly Emma's tongue and lips were diamond, though they still moved fluidly over and into Jean's sex. Jean cried out at the effect of the change in pressure, Emma lapping rabidly now, and bucked her hips against Emma's face. Now she could feel the pulse of Emma's pleasure through their connection, could feel Emma relishing the taste of her, feel Emma wanting more as she sucked. Emma kept at it, little puddles of diamond appearing as her shoulders or fingertips touched Jean's steaming form, and soon Jean was exploding with the most intense orgasm of her life, pleasure sweeping over and through her as her neck fell back into the pillow. Emma teased Jean's still-throbbing clit with the tip of her tongue, and it took a good while for Jean to cool enough for the diamond to disappear.

Emma rolled her face up the flat of Jean's stomach, resting her cheek between Jean's breasts.

"Emma… that was… there are no words."

Emma smiled and let the compliment sit for a few moments before she said, "I have to ask, darling… you were never that hot before? With… anyone?"

"No. Though I'll admit something is shifting lately with the phoenix force. It's like it's unsettled. Wild." Jean looked over at Emma's bared breasts, reaching out her hand to flick the nipple. "But it's especially motivated right now." Jean leaned down and took Emma's nearest nipple in her mouth, reveling in the glory of Emma's breasts, and Emma let her head fall back on the pillow. Jean's hand snuck down Emma's stomach, and Jeaned pulled the last of their underwear off in a surprisingly expert motion, slid her hand onto Emma's sex and almost immersed it in the wetness. Jean explored Emma with her hand, dipping inside, sliding her hand upward and squeezing Emma's clit lightly between her fingers. "At the moment, it wants to taste you," and before Emma could react Jean glided downward and fell upon Emma's pussy.

Jean's enthusiasm surprised Emma, though by then perhaps it shouldn't have. Jean's hands ran all over Emma as her mouth worked, cupping Emma's ass again and reaching up to squeeze her tits and massaging Emma's upper thigh. Emma felt a little jolt of electricity wherever Jean touched her, and she grew even wetter as she felt Jean's mouth heating. "Christ, Jean…" Emma whispered, grinding her pelvis upward at Jean.

*Down girl,* Jean thought at Emma. *I'm going to make you come. But you can't come until I say so.* Emma let Jean stay there, in her head, telling her to relax when Jean slowed, heating her up when Jean thought of sucking her and then did.

*Oh, Christ, please,* Emma thought, surprised at how hot it felt to be commanded.

*Wait.*

Emma's body was writhing, squirming on the sheets under Jean's mouth, and she felt as though she would explode. Jean deepened the movement of her mouth, *Delicious,* and Emma exploded with orgasm.

As Emma's body went limp, Jean slid back upward and played with her breasts, sucking still, and then moved up to rest the whole long heat of her body against Emma's, landing a deep kiss on Emma's lips as they both tasted the combination of their own juices with the other woman's on their tongues.

*I've wanted this,* Emma thought to Jean, surprised at herself for this exposure.

*I still want it.*

*Here I thought you hated me.*

*Maybe a little, but probably no more than you hate me.* Emma smiled in the kiss.

"I haven't hated you in a while," she said aloud. Jean leaned forward and kissed the tip of Emma's nose.

"I hated you for stripping in front of me the day of Cerebro class. I didn't want to want this."

"But you do."

"God help me."

"I don't need God's help," Emma said, and she flipped Jean over and pushed her own body up into a plank. "Spread your legs."

Jean obliged.

Emma dropped her body between Jean's legs and leaned down, kissing Jean again, urgently now, whispering *I want every part of you.*

*Then take it.*

Emma lifted her chest up as she kissed Jean, pulling her right leg beneath Jean's and pushing Jean's leg upward so that it rested against the side of her stomach. She took her left hand off of Jean's breasts and sought Jean's clit, finding it still ungodly wet. She shifted herself, bringing her clit to her fingers and to Jean's, then took her hand away and pressed her sex onto Jean's. Jean moaned, breaking their kiss, and Emma smiled again when Jean opened her eyes and revealed the new flames.

Emma thrust her clit into Jean, riding, throbbing at the feel of Jean's slippery clit beneath her. She tapped at Jean's mind, and Jean opened up the sensation to her. Emma returned the favor. Now every burst of pleasure from either of them was a burst for them both. Emma felt Jean's body begin to heat when Jean released herself more into the pleasure, and she quickened her pace immeasurably.

Emma had not noticed her own temperature rising, but now she wasn't slowed by Jean's heat, she was quickened. She burst into Jean as Jean's hips rose to meet her, both of their breasts now bouncing with abandon as they slid along one another, each of them overwhelmed with sensation. Emma's intensity increased and Jean felt it. Jean matched her arousal – the connection between their minds had them each feeling every rush of the other – and bucked upward at an increased pace. They went together from moans to nearly screaming, and ground themselves into one another as orgasm took them both, at once, echoing endlessly through each so that they still moved into one another, coming, for what felt like hours.

It wasn't the dénouement of their orgasm that ended it, it was simple physical exhaustion. They drew energy from one another to continue until there was nothing left in either, then Emma collapsed on top of Jean, sated beyond belief. They both succumbed to sleep almost immediately, Emma falling left with her face buried in Jean's breast, arms still wrapped around one another.