"So, what are the rules?" Emma asked as the elevator doors closed.
Jean turned her head to the side. "Rules? I am not sure I follow…"
"Rules to dating you. Are there any that I need to know about? I have a feeling that this will not be a normal courtship. It has already started out of the ordinary."
Jean stammered. "I-I don't know. I guess we do whatever is comfortable to the both of us."
Emma snickered, "I am glad you said both of us. I have a feeling our thresholds are on very different levels."
"I get that you think that I am a prude of some sort. I just don't put myself out on display like you do. Some things should be private."
"So kissing you in public?"
"Would be allowed in certain instances."
Emma rolled her eyes, "Certain instances? Is there a list of appropriate times and places?"
"Stop Emma. Quit teasing me. "
"Darling, I am not teasing you. I am simply trying to ascertain what is allowed, and what will get me slapped."
"I guess you will have to play it by ear. "
Emma moved a little closer to the redhead. "So, if I wanted to kiss you right now on the elevator?"
Jean smiled. "That would be fine."
"And if there are other people on the elevator?"
"Keep your behavior tasteful. NO shocking the general public."
Emma sighed, "Does that mean you will be changing my wardrobe too?"
"No. I am not trying to change you Emma. I-I like your clothes, or apparent lack thereof. They are part of who you are."
Emma laughed, "You really do have feelings for me don't you?"
Jean leaned into Emma's personal space. "I already admitted to that earlier. And I thought you just said you might want to kiss me on this elevator."
Emma closed the distance and stroked Jean's cheek with her hand. The redhead smiled and closed her eyes waiting for the kiss to begin. She didn't have to wait long before she felt Emma's lips on hers. The kiss was brief and sweet. Jean looked into Emma's eyes. "That was short."
"Would you like me to put on a show for the cameras in this elevator? I thought that would be out of bounds." Emma teased. "However if you are willing…" Emma's hand snaked out to grab one of Jean's hips. Jean rolled her eyes and grabbed the hand into hers. She linked her fingers into Emma's. The White Queen grinned and stood by the other woman's shoulders.
"I didn't really think so." Emma muttered.
Jean gave the hand she was holding a playful squeeze and they rode the elevator the rest of the way in silence.
Once the lobby floor was reached, the women looked around for their friends. When they did not readily see their companions, Emma began searching for them telepathically. After a few moments she huffed, "This would go a lot quicker if you looked for them. There are too many minds here."
Jean nodded and scanned the area as quickly as she could. "They are in the chapel around the corner."
"Dear Lord. What now?"
"No one is getting married, if that was what you were getting at. But we are being laughed at."
"What? Why?"
Jean chuckled, "Come on, I think we will want to see this for ourselves."
The two women walked around the corner to the chapel and saw their friends huddled up around a television monitor laughing hysterically. There was a bald man with them, and he was watching the monitor with a confused look on his face. "I really said that? Why is none of this familiar? I mean, the first part I remember. And by the way, your friends are hot, but none of this makes any sense."
"Guys," Jean interjected, "you could have told us you were doing this."
Betsy immediately leaned over and shut the monitor off. "We, uh, well, tell them Helena."
Helena's eyes went wide. "What? Why me? They'll know I am lying anyways."
Jean laughed. "Emma and I would like to watch our wedding video too."
Emma stared at the bald man for a quick moment. His face became dazed and he mumbled, "I think I have people to marry. Excuse me." And with the utterance he walked away.
Jean turned to Emma, "You could have just asked him to leave. Implanting thoughts into people's minds is inappropriate."
Emma grinned and projected, 'Spank me later for being bad, but for now let's just see what is so damn funny.'
Jean rolled her eyes, and Betsy turned the monitor back on. She restarted the video and all eyes were on the screen.
The bald man stood in the middle of the screen as Emma and Jean stood on either side of him.
"You sure you guys don't want me to speak with an English accent? I saw the X-Men movie, and I am pretty sure Patrick Stewart had one."
On screen, Jean swayed with laughter. "Charles doesn't have an accent. Just shut up and stand there, we'll handle the rest."
"Oooh, bitchy. That is so hot." Emma snickered.
"Wait until our honeymoon. You have no idea…" Jean licked her lips.
Emma pressed pause. "See? Even in the video I could have gotten some. What in the hell?"
"Em, not now in front of our friends. Hit play please."
Emma acquiesced and the video started again.
"Dearly beloved," the bald man started.
"No, no, no. Emma let's just skip to the fun part. Got your vows prepared?" Jean chuckled.
"So impatient. Fine, I will go first." Emma looked at the man officiating the ceremony and suddenly he started speaking with her implanted words. "Jean, please repeat after me."
The redhead laughed. "Okay. Hit me with it Emma."
The bald man continued under Emma's influence, "I, Jean Grey, take you Emma, to be my lawfully wedded wife. I promise that I will not get angry with you and threaten your life by letting the Phoenix rear it's ugly head. Furthermore I agree that when we get back to the mansion, I will let you redecorate my room as it is trifling boring. I also agree that if and when Scott says something nasty to you about this whole situation that I will let you make him bark like a dog."
Through fits of giggles, Jean repeated everything that he had said.
The bald man waited and then added, "Also, I agree that I will expand my wardrobe to include more than the color green. All lingerie will be picked out by you, and I will not argue when you ask me to please stop moaning so loudly that every X-Man will know exactly what is going on in the Danger Room."
In the chapel, all the women were laughing. Jean snatched the remote out of Emma's hands and pressed pause again. "Dammit! Emma, that was so inappropriate."
"You didn't seem to think so last night. I think it's fitting that you keep these vows. After all, this was a sanctioned marriage."
Betsy grabbed the remote from Jean and pressed play again. "Wait, it gets better."
The action resumed, and Jean finished repeating everything back to Emma. When she stopped at the end, she smiled and let Emma place the large diamond ring on her finger. "It's your turn now."
Emma laughed and waited.
Jean looked at the bald man, and he began uttering the thoughts she was placing into his head. "Emma, please repeat after me. I, Emma, take you Jean, as my lawfully wedded wife. I promise to rub your feet without ever complaining again. I also promise that I will carefully consider what clothes I wear in the future as I know you do not relish the idea of my boobs being stared at by everyone. I swear that my normally naughty behavior will be kept in check in public, unless I am given permission to act otherwise. I understand that I must at least try and act humble on some occasions, especially when Kitty Pryde is around. And while I know that you just promised me I could make Scott bark like a dog, I must draw the line at making him crawl on all fours and having him lift his leg on anything."
Emma almost fell backwards from her mirth, but managed to repeat the vows. Emma's hand was bouncing from her laughter as Jean stumbled forward trying to place the ring on her finger. Finally she managed the feat, and the bald man snapped out of his haze. "I'm sorry, where were we?"
"The kissing part," both women stated at the same time.
"Right. No objections, I now pronounce you…"
Jean and Emma didn't wait for him to finish. They immediately grabbed each other and locked lips.
Hoots and hollers were heard in the chapel as the video finished. Jean blushed from embarrassment, as all eyes turned to the couple. "Well, that was enlightening."
"So, are you guys staying together?" Helena asked.
"We are." Emma answered. "She promised that she would let me pick out all the lingerie. I think that alone is worth staying together for."
Jean smiled, and kissed Emma like she had in the video.