[Around and through New X-Men 121, which obviously Marvel own all right s to]
Jean's mind was still closed to Emma, though she had, she thought, forgotten why, and in any event she hadn't said a word to Scott about what had happened between them, nor said a word to him about knowing he had been engaged in a psychic affair with Emma, when she found herself walking the door to Cassandra's clinic room. Something about Emma standing there, half-naked, hair pulled tight, lit a little fire inside Jean, who decided to peck Scott on the cheek while she looked side-eyed at Emma in an attempt to put it out. There was work to do. She'd been a separatist for this long, may as well keep up the act.
Emma was furious. Furious for the peck, and the silence, and the closed mind she encountered when she reached for Jean, though she'd try to make sure Jean didn't realize she was reaching. They stepped inside together, both of them feeling the proximity of the other, since it was the closest they'd stood since Jean reached out a hand to touch Emma's bloody cheek. Emma though she could feel Jean's breath on her shoulder, and it made her think of the feeling she'd had when she felt the heat of Jean's breath all over her body.
Jean went to Cassandra immediately, and Emma watched her kneel beside the table that held Cassandra's body. I need a drink for this, Emma thought. Then Jean watched Emma's neck stretch out as she took a swig, remembering the way it felt when Jean sucked it softly against the inside of her lips.
When their heads leaned close together above Cassandra's body, Emma's fingers reached outward across the neck and nearly grazed Jean's before they both found themselves swallowed into Cassandra's mindscape.
When they appeared in the odd place, sagging gray face beside them, island before them, Jean reached without thinking to Emma's mind, and she found that it welcomed her.
*Is it just me here?* Jean asked.
*No, I'm here,* Emma answered. *What the fuck is this place? Why the face?* Emma watched Jean reach for the melting grey skin, watching the cheeks of Jean's ass flex and feeling herself get just slightly wet, but she felt an itch that this wasn't a place to be daydreaming. Then she saw the grin. *This is not a friendly place!* she called to Jean.
*What's that on the Island. We need to check out that Island.* As Jean walked away, Emma noticed the second huge grey visage watching her. *There are at least two of these! Don't you feel this hostility!*
Emma watched Jean walk away, sixteen steps of Jean's bountiful bottom bouncing tightly side to side, before the beam burst at her, but she was diamond in an instant. She thought to inform Jean, who already knew. Emma ripped the grey inner face that was Cassandra apart with diamond fingertips as Jean began her walk on air.
Emma looked up to find Jean following a bridge she built for Emma to follow as she went, and, in that moment, Emma felt proud to have touched her. Then she was pissed. She, Emma Frost, was bitter about wanting Jean Grey, so ravenously. Where are you then, Jean? Why won't you even look at me for what seems like nothing! Can you really live without what we felt? I don't want to hurt Scott, fuck you! She stuck out her tongue in a moment of petulant rage.
Jean lost her concentration and fell into the muck, her bridge rising up from above her to chase her down.
Emma froze, petrified that somehow she had hurt Jean, and then she started to run to the shore, desperate, before she was stopped by a burst of chunky green goo, but it was less than a moment before Jean was floating up out of the water anyway, walking into a room with a giant brain, while Emma struggled to free herself from her sticky prison. This life, Jean thought passively, as she began her journey to Charles Xavier's womb.
As she emerged, having freed him, she thought, she had her own moment of petulance, spelling out "Hello Emma thanks for the help" in the green goo that pegged Emma to the same spot it had since Jean was in the water. Emma blushed.
It was true that Jean had said, "We should talk" to the whole group, after, but Emma heard something different. They'd said, hadn't they, that the thing between them couldn't stop? Jean looked at her from behind that gooey insult with desire, she felt it.
After they debriefed, Emma asked, "Jean, a word?" Hank and Scott took that as their cue to depart.