Gentle Looks and Sharp Thoughts
Emma never liked to admit she was jealous of anyone. If anything she was the one who always made others jealous. Right? That was who she was. Was. But man did that go out the window as soon as she saw a group of men practically drooling over Jean.
Not it wasn't that Jean wasn't worth drooling over. She was. She always was. Especially when she wore a right red dress that reached just past her thighs and left her back completely bare, while also hugging her curves beautifully. It complimented her shorter white dress well, although Emma being Emma couldn't help but leave one thigh visible, just for a little tease. Honestly she thought she would have to beat Scott and Logan off with a stick just to let her get a night out alone with Jean. Now she considered actually hitting someone. Just hearing a distant echo of their thought made her want to drop them all.
Scott and Logan were fine. They could look at Jean all they wanted. They were in a relationship with her two after all. Emma liked spending time with Jean and Scott, and Logan... well it was nice to have someone as open with desires as she was. Even if they did end up in a friendly spat every now and then.
Emma asked Jean out for a dance night. Just the two of them.
It was fun at first, the two danced, flirted, let their hands and lips wander, giggle, and of course their powers allowed them to have whatever conversation they wanted even with the loud volume of the songs baring in the club.
"You know I can still hear you Emma. They're not worth the trouble." Emma heard Jean's voice in her head, the redhead still engaged in the conversation with the group of men who were just not getting the hint it seemed.
"No. But it's gonna be funny." Emma downed her drink and slammed it on the bar, striding over to Jean, her head held high and an only slightly evil smile spreading on her lips. "Ready to dance again darling?" Emma wrapped her arms around Jeans, purposely pressing her breasts into Jean's arm.
The men looked from one woman to the other, "Oh, I didn't realize you were here with a friend, but she's more than welcome to join us. There's enough for both you." One man leaned forward and not so subtly eyed Emma's chest.
Emma knew how to deal with people like them. They all thought they could get what they wanted from her, all they needed to do was ask. And maybe a long time ago, when Emma was just looking for a meaningless good time, maybe she would have considered the offer.
Emma tilted her head at them, her eyes narrowing at the group, "That's cute, thinking that you have what it takes to satisfy us." The longer she stared daggers at them the more uneasy they seemed to become, "We have two men far more talented than the lot of you combined, better behaved too. Well Scott is at least." Jean glanced a warning look at Emma when she felt her mind starting to peer into theirs. "But you see..." she leaned and kissed Jean's neck, "it's a girls night out tonight. You understand?"
The man standing closest to them winced in pain, almost stumbling over himself as he tried to back up but something in the back of his mind told him he had to stay in place.
"Emma." Jean warned, "I told you they weren't worth it."
"Ugh. Fine." The blonde backed up from their minds, the group shared a few brief glances between each other before they quickly, and somewhat drunkenly managed to push their way through the crowd, away from the two ladies.
Jean sighed, "Was that necessary?"
"Of course not. It was fun." Emma protested as she began to drag Jean back to the dance floor, "So about that dance?" Her eyes were hooded and lips pulled into a seductive smirk as she guided Jean's hands on her hips before turning in the telepath's hold, pressing her back to Jean's front.
"Are you trying to distract me with you ass?" Jean whispered close to Emma's ear, her lips barely ghosting over it.
"It's working isn't it?" Emma smirked in triumph as she head Jean groan and reply inside her head.
"Fuck... yes." She would have said it if her lips weren't occupied with leaving kisses all over Emma's neck. "When did you get so territorial?"
"Territorial? I prefer to think of it as protective." One of the many perks of being a telepath was that you can talk to someone while also doing many much more things with your mouth.
Jean's hands moved from Emma's hips to the underside of her breasts, thumbs brushing over them gently. Usually Jean wasn't much for displays like this but there were people around them doing much more obscene things. "Sex on the dance floor."
"Oh? I didn't know you were into that kind of thing darling." Emma's laugh echoed across Jean's thoughts. Jean moaned into her neck, barely managing to fight off her growing arousal.
"Not us. Everyone around is doing it. Or at least close to it." Jean smiled against Emma's neck, "I wouldn't mind it in private. But you haven't unlocked that kink of mine just yet."
"Yet." That sounded promising. Emma spun in Jean's arms kissing Jean, while also sending her some... really interesting images. Some of them included sex on the dance floor. "As disappointing as that is to hear, you said something about privacy. It just so happens that this club offers private rooms, if you'd like."
Suddenly the dancing was completely forgotten. It was hard to get privacy in their house, sharing it with Scott and Logan and all. Jean loved the two of them with all heart and soul, but sometimes she needed to be alone with Emma. After all, of the four of them they're the ones who had the most to catch up on, make up for and talk out. Or fuck out, which ever they felt like at the time. And right now Jean felt like fucking.