Hank was standing with a curious look on his face, waiting, when Emma and Jean stepped out of the Blackbird, Emma wrapped in one of the camping pack blankets stashed under the shelf of the cabin where they'd fucked not two hours earlier. Jean decided not to speak first, but she wasn't sure why.
When the pair of them were six feet away from Hank, he finally said, "And, Jean, hello, how was your trip?"
"Enlightening," Jean replied.
Hank looked over at Emma, who held a blanket around her shoulders. "Er… is everything alright?"
"Everything's fine, Hank. For now anyway," Jean said, "We're going to – I mean, I need to shower and change and then I want to meet you in the lab. Emma should come too. So give us half an hour, and meet us there?" Emma didn't realize she was biting her lip.
"Scott was very interested in your coordinates last night. He didn't seem to know where you'd gone, either."
"I'll explain in the lab, but Scott is going to have to wait."
"Well, by all means, shower away!" If Henry McCoy didn't know better he'd swear either Jean or Emma was in some kind of heat. He was utterly distracted by the smell of female sex that seemed to waft off of them.
Jean stepped away and Emma followed her out of the door of the hangar and up towards the elevator. When the elevator doors shut around them, Emma finally spoke, hoarse: "So you're going to explain why I'm mostly naked to Hank in his lab?"
"Hell no, honey." She smirked. "You think we have to explain to anyone in this house why you're mostly naked any given day?"
Emma pinched Jean's side and said *bitch*, but she couldn't help chuckling. "Seriously, I thought you wanted to keep this Xorn business away from prying ears. So who exactly did we battle to lose my clothes?"
"You didn't lose your clothes in a battle," Jean said as the elevator doors opened. *Just shower and rinse the pussy off your face. I'll make sure Hank's curiosity about that is abandoned in the lab.*
*Crafty,* Emma replied. She stopped and looked at Jean. *You coming?"*
*Mm, I'd like to, but I don't think that would solve our 'reeking of sex' problem. And I need to think about how to present this to Scott.*
*I suppose that's true. On both counts.* Emma looked lasciviously at Jean for a moment, then turned and headed for her room.
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