Emma walked over to the occupied beer pong table. Jean was leaned against a wall watching the two teams play. Since Helena and Dinah had left, the agreement had become that whoever won between Shayera, Diana, Storm, and Betsy would be declared the official winner for the group. All 4 women were laughing and taking ridiculous shots. And for every beer they consumed, Emma and Jean could hear the drunken thoughts.

"Easy Shayera, getting a little loud up here." Jean laughed while tapping her head.

Emma sauntered over to Jean and leaned against the wall next to her.

"So, what happened to Helena and Dinah?"

Jean shrugged. "Decided to go dance I guess."

Emma arched her eyebrow, "Really? I would have thought they would have continued to play. They seem so competitive." She tried to search Jean's mind, but came up empty.

Jean looked over at the blonde. "Find anything interesting in there?"

"No, which is what I find more interesting."

"Hmm…want me to give you something to look at?"

"I am looking at something…" Emma whispered.

Jean opened her mouth to reply but the thought was cut off by Betsy squealing. "Victory! That's one for the X-Men!"

Emma pulled her attention away from the redhead and smiled at the group. "Finally we win one! Take a break from the games for the time, and enjoy the club. Once you guys are thoroughly sauced we can play the last game." Looking over at Jean she added, "Maybe Helena and Dinah will join us again."

Betsy and Storm walked away to check out the action downstairs. Shayera and Diana were giggling and giving each other little kisses. The love between the two was more than obvious. Jean looked at Emma and asked, "Is that what you want too?"

Emma laughed. "I can assure you that I do not want an Amazon or an angry redhead with wings."

"So no to the Amazon and to the redhead?"

"The redhead with wings is what I object to..." Emma smiled crookedly and walked downstairs, leaving Jean smiling, but wondering what she should do next.

"Go after her." Jean heard over her shoulder.

She turned and looked at Diana and Shayera who were smiling at her.

"It's a little more complicated than you both know." Jean stated.

"Why does it have to be?" Shayera asked.

"Because it is Emma. Nothing is simple with her. She can be the most irritating, infuriating, drama queen at times. "

Shayera chuckled, "So can I, but Diana looks past that."

Jean smiled, then sighed, "There is a lot of history between us. It won't be erased in a night or in weeks of flirting or whatever we seem to be doing with each other."

Diana nodded, "Yes, but sometimes the best relationships are born out of common animosities, or a slightly colorful history. Nothing will ever really be normal about any relationship we may have, just because of who we are and what we do."

Shayera interjected, "Diana and me never really liked each other to begin with. We tolerated each other's existences because we were team mates. Had you asked me then what I thought of her, well, let's just say that the word love would never have entered my mind. But time changes the dynamics of everything. And now I can't imagine not being with her."

"What is it that you do feel for her?" Diana asked.

"I don't know. Honestly? She excites me, and makes me laugh. She really is obnoxious and I think that lately that just endears her to me. But I am not sure what she hopes to gain from flirting with me. What are her motives?"

"Does she have to have any?"

"That's the problem. Emma always has motives behind everything she does. I am not interested in being a pawn in a game for her."

Shayera reached out and touched Jean's arm. "Then why not ask her? She obviously cannot lie to you."

Jean's eyes saddened. "I know she can't. But what if I don't like what she is thinking? I think if this is a game I will be hurt. And if it isn't, well, that frankly scares the hell out of me. It is easier just to flirt with no real consequences then to face the reality of either proposition."

"Eventually flirting will come to a head though. Wouldn't you rather know where you stand than go on torturing yourself with what if? And just in the short time we have been together as a group, she obviously responds better to you than anyone else around her."

Jean laughed, "This is true. But I will not delude myself into believing that I could ever tame Emma Frost."

Diana smiled, "Probably not. But do you really want a tame girlfriend anyways? I know that I wouldn't. The more the obnoxious they are, the more they keep you on your toes. You never really know what will come out of their mouths…" She motioned her head in the direction of Shayera.

Shayera was nodding, and then suddenly realized that Diana was not talking about Emma. "Hey!" She swatted at Diana. "I am colorful, that's all."

Jean laughed at the pair. "I think I will just go downstairs and see how far Emma is going to try and take this. I don't want to get bogged down and not enjoy myself tonight."

After Jean left, Shayera leaned into Diana's arms. "Sweetheart, am I really annoying?"

Diana giggled. "No, not totally."

"Seriously?"

"Shayera, I love you. I love that you are a pig-headed woman. I love how fiercely you do everything."

"Everything?" Shayera purred.

"Especially that."

"You know that all of our friends are downstairs right now…"

Diana pulled her head back and looked down at her girlfriend. "And?"

"And what if I want to be a little scandalous right now?"

Diana's eyes went wide, and then she leaned in and nipped Shayera's lips. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, there is a private bathroom over there in the corner, and the music is loud enough in this place to drown out any, mmmm, other sounds that might be made."

Diana's hands drifted down to Shayera's hips. "Really? What types of sounds are you referring to?"

Shayera brought down Diana's face next to her lips. She moaned into Diana's ear. "Something like that I imagine. Louder if you are good, and you might actually hear your name a time or two."

"My heart is thumping hard in my chest right now." Diana choked out.

Shayera lips curled up in a mischievous smile. She grabbed Diana's hand and led her to the bathroom, and in the course of a half hour, Diana heard her name no less than 5 times.

A/N: Such scandalous behavior...