Jean entered the room quietly. She stood close to the doorway simply looking at Emma. The blonde Brit was still snoring lightly, and her left arm was hanging off the side of the bed. Jean smiled and approached slowly. Very carefully she lifted her companion's hand and put it back on the bed. She didn't completely let go of the hand. Instead she allowed herself to revel in its' warmth, and let herself wonder what it would be like to be touched by it. She stared at the ring on Emma's finger. What vows had she made to the woman? Had she professed her undying love? Had she promised to honor and cherish her? More than likely silly things had been said between them. She couldn't imagine being drunk with Emma, getting married, and the vows being serious. Jean silently laughed to herself. Only God knew what had spewed forth from their mouths while intoxicated. The redhead sighed and gently shook her blonde companion.

"Emma, I need you to wake up please. I need to talk to you."

The White Queen stirred a little but didn't open her eyes.

"Emma, come on. Wake up. You can sleep later. My courage is waning here…"

Emma slowly rolled over and buried her face into a pillow. Her response was garbled. "What time is it?"

"A little after nine."

"Why are you awake now?"

"I planned on going back to sleep after I showered, but something happened."

Emma rolled back over and struggled to open her eyes. "What's wrong? And why can't it wait? I really don't feel like joining the land of the living right now. Go back to bed."

"Emma focus, and really open your eyes."

The blonde blinked a few times and focused on Jean's face. She instantly noticed the look of concern and sat up a little bit. "You okay? "

Jean forced a weak smile and then shook her head no.

"Alright then, I am trying to get up. Give me a minute." Emma stretched and yawned, but sat up, trying to force the Sandman away. "Why can't you sleep?"

"I just had a Phoenix moment downstairs with Betsy."

"You did what?" Emma asked confused.

"I went downstairs to get a bite to eat, and ended up threatening Betsy."

"Why? What did the little tart do?"

"Could you please take this seriously?"

Emma sighed and yawned again. "I am, but you are not making much sense. Tell me what happened."

"She made a joke about you and I didn't particularly care for it."

"Defending my honor now? Well, thank you, but I hardly think anything she could have said would have been that bad."

"It wasn't that it was bad, I just didn't appreciate the joke. Especially not right now."

"And what makes now so special?"

Jean leaned in and stared at Emma. "How much do you remember from last night?"

"We drank. We partied. I got shot. Several times I think. I am pretty sure that you were partially to blame for that last part. And seeing as how I am completely clothed right now, I am positive we didn't do anything, so what is it that I am supposed to remember?"

"I can't remember either, and that is the problem."

"Jean, get to the point. Something is obviously bothering you, so why don't you just tell me? Then I can dispense amazing advice and we can go back to bed."

Jean ran her right hand through her hair. "I woke up this morning snuggled up next to you."

"Okay…you probably got cold in the night. I don't really think that is that big of a deal."

"I was going to shower and then come and cuddle with you again."

"I am not much of a cuddler I don't think, so what happened? Did I kick you or something?"

"Emma, give me your left hand."

Emma became very confused but acquiesced to the request. Jean took the hand and then bent Emma's wrist so that the ring was visible. The White Queen blanched. "What the hell is that?"

"That is, well, it sort of matches…" Jean fumbled through her response, and then opted to show Emma her ring as well.

"Holy mother of…is that what I think it is?"

"It is."

Emma suddenly found that the room was very clear to her. "If I wasn't awake before, I certainly am now!"

Jean stretched her hand out towards the other side of the bed, and the wedding album floated towards her. "Here, since your brain is now catching up, take a look at this."

Emma hesitated at first, but then took the album out of the air. When she opened it, her jaw dropped. "We got married?"

"Apparently we did."

"And my last name is now Frost-Grey?"

"Yep."

"That means that you are my…"

"Pretty much."

Emma sat silent for a moment, and then began laughing. "Do we have kids now too?"

Jean laughed in spite of herself, "So far, no, but it is still early in the day."

"You know I think I am a little pissed right now. We are married, MARRIED, and I didn't get lucky last night?"

Jean rolled her eyes, "Could you please take this a little serious?"

"I am being very serious. I am Emma Frost. How did I not get lucky last night, especially considering the size of the ring I gave you? Do I have to buy you a house first?"

"Technically, you are not Emma Frost. You are Emma Frost-Grey. " Jean chuckled.

"Now who is not taking this serious?" Emma looked at her ring again. "Well, other than the fact that it is ruby, I have good taste in rings."

"You are assuming that you picked them both out."

"I can't even imagine that I would allow someone else to pick out my jewelry."

Jean laughed again. "Ok, because that in the grand scheme of everything that has happened is the implausible part."

Emma smiled, and then got up and went into the bathroom. After a few moments, Jean heard the sink water running. When the blonde finally re-emerged, she was sporting a big grin.

"What are you smiling at?" Jean asked.

"You. I know you are stressing about this whole thing, but I am really finding it rather funny."

"Funny?"

"Look, Jean, we can laugh about this, or we can cry. I imagine that you already did the latter. "

"Well, apparently I am the more emotional of the two of us."

"That was obvious well before this little incident."

"Enough joking. What are we going to do?"

Emma deadpanned. "Well, I am a devout Catholic so a divorce is out of the question."

"W-What? Emma, you are not devout. Or a Catholic."

"True enough. This can be fixed quickly enough. I'll call my lawyers and we can get it annulled. Problem solved."

"R-right." Jean's face was sullen.

Emma stared at the redhead. "Or we can stay married. Is that really what you want? We aren't even dating. I have not even kissed you! We openly flirted last night, and that is the summation of our relationship so far."

"I know."

"Then what is it?"

"I don't know. Like we have already established, I tend to be the more emotional of the two of us. I guess I don't want to be twice divorced."

"Technically, we would get an annulment. Not the same thing."

"Sure." Jean looked away from Emma and sighed.

"Jean, do you love me?"

"What? No. I think that I like you a lot more than I probably should, but if I am completely honest with you, I don't think I am in love. Why? Do you love me?"

Emma didn't respond.

"Em?"

"I don't do talks about my feelings."

"Do you want to get it annulled?"

"Well, that depends." Emma scooted closer to Jean on the bed. "Jean, you know for a while I have been struggling with my…emotions where you are concerned."

"I have too."

"So why don't we wait and see what is between us before we decide?"

Jean smiled a little. "Does that mean we are dating now?"

Emma grinned. "Mrs. Jean Frost-Grey, would you have dinner with me tonight?"

"Dinner with the little woman? I guess I could go for that."

"One question though."

Jean rolled her eyes. "No, I will not sleep with you if you buy dinner."

Emma grinned lasciviously, "Then you will be missing out on a fantastic dessert."

"Can I turn this back to serious again?"

Emma grunted. "Is this what dating you will be like? Talks about feelings while your legs are locked up tighter than Fort Knox?"

Jean swatted Emma. "Really, is that all you are thinking about?"

"Not exclusively. I am having some very delectable thoughts about other body parts you have."

Jean blushed. "Start with dinner…then we will see."

"Feel like staying here a few more days?"

"If you want, I wouldn't mind. I think the others would like too as well."

"Great, how am I supposed to seduce you with everyone else in tow?"

"I am sure the White Queen can figure it out."

Emma smiled broadly. "Jean, I will do slow burn, but I really must have some sort of demonstration that you are not just stringing me along…"

Jean looked into Emma's eyes. "Kiss me then."

Emma placed her left hand over Jean's and leaned in. It started out small, just a simple brushing of lips. But neither Jean nor Emma could control the deepening that their minds and bodies immediately demanded. Within moments, Jean opened her mouth allowing Emma access. And the White Queen did not shy away. She became instantly addicted to the taste of the redhead. Jean for her part, gave back everything she was being given. After a few minutes both of the women pulled away breathless.

Emma was the first to speak slightly panting, "I take it back. If that is what kissing you is like, I am not sure that I will survive slow burn at all."

"I am not sure Fort Knox will stay on lock down either."

A/N: So, the marriage is still intact, for now. Thanks to those who review.