Title: The Serpent
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Oh the humanity….
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
The blonde swam twenty laps non-stop and still couldn't get her mind off the redhead. She continued to replay their reunion in her mind over and over again. That wasn't at all how she imagined it would be. She'd seen herself many times walking up to the redhead and smiling at her as her new boyfriend held her waist possessively. She would say. "Jean as you can see you are no longer needed here. We don't need someone who is so quick to abandon her team over a personal matter."
She longed to see the redhead's face downcast and shamed. Instead Jean came through the door like she owned the mansion with everyone welcoming the woman with open arms.
After about an hour the blonde gave up the ghost and decided to go over some paperwork since sleep was out of the question. She went back up stairs to her apartment and into her home office. Upon further examination she discovered that the export contract with Hugh the French Ambassador had a small issue. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. The last thing she wanted was to talk with him again, especially so soon after their last meeting. She decided she would call him tomorrow.
She stayed up all night as she found that whenever she closed her eyes she saw the redhead. The blonde didn't know if Jean was playing some cruel torturous game with her mind or if her month of obsessing over the redhead had finally caused her to snap.
Its 7 am in the morning when she calls the French Ambassador's private line.
"Bonjour Hugo. Yes this is Emma. I went over our export contract, there is a small problem. Are you still in town? Uum hum. The convention center, alright I've got it. I'll see you there this afternoon. Thank you."
The blonde found that she was more tired than usual that morning. She sat in her chair and closed her eyes and surprisingly fell asleep. An hour later she awakened to the sound of her phone ringing. She felt so much better having finally gotten a bit of sleep and was astonished that the redhead wasn't running around in her dreams. Maybe she was more stressed than she realized. Hugo called to ask if she could meet him at 2 pm instead. The blonde agreed. She left her room and went about her morning duties including a tutoring session with Sophie.
Institute Office of Emma Frost
"Now Sophie while the female form is a magnificent creation, why do you feel you are so fascinated by it. Have you had any sexual experience with a female before?" Emma asked watching the young girl turn beet red as she stared at the floor. "Uumm, well….I…" Her voice barely a whisper. "Sophie, sex is nothing to be ashamed of. I am the one person you can speak to freely about this sort of thing with around here. Speak up dear."
Sophie took a deep breath and finally made eye contact with the blonde. "I…I… I kissed Casandra once, it was sort of an accident though. And one time Emily and I were seeing if our boobs had gotten bigger and she let me touch hers." The young blonde takes in an uneasy breath ready to lay it all out on the table. "….and I have…..I've had dreams sometimes of….you and….and…..Miss Jean...doing it."
The blonde got up from her chair and took a seat in front of Sophie on the edge of her desk. "Doing what exactly?" She asked genuinely curious. The girl's eyes fell to the floor again and she began taking deep panicked breaths. "Calm down Sophie. Would it be easier for you to show me?"
The girl immediately looked up at her with wide shocked eyes. The blonde smirked. "Telepathically. I'll give you points for your taste in women though. I'd want to have sex with me too." She said winking at the blushing girl. Sophie smiled and swallowed hard as she sent the blonde a series of thoughts and mental images.
Emma raised a surprised eyebrow and looked at a now heavily panting Sophie. "Sophie have you been watching pornographic movies sweetie?" She shook her head no. "How and when did you come across these types of -," The blonde is interrupted by a phone call.
"Hello this is Emma. Yes I understand. I'll be there as soon as possible contain the situation and set up a perimeter around the building. Get all civilian and non-mutant personnel out of the building." She takes a deep breath as she stares at Sophie. "We'll have to continue this tomorrow alright, I have a situation to tend to. I want you to work on fortifying your shields. You remember the best way to do that right?" The girl nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow then. And don't worry I have some ideas to help you control your projections, shielding is just one of them."
Sophie left her tutor's office with a smile on her face, she'd never dared to show anyone her spice channel dreams of Emma Frost and Jean Grey engaged in all manner of sexual activities from gentle teasing, to BDSM, and even blood-letting. She would also never tell anyone where she'd seen those images, not even Miss Frost, she was already embarrassed enough as it was.
Emma left her office after calling one of her company drivers to come up to the institute. She discreetly peaked around corners and stretched her sensory abilities as she walked around the institute.
She was surprised that she hadn't seen or felt Jean at all that morning. Her pride wouldn't let her ask anyone where she was. She knew the redhead wasn't in her apartment because she actually knocked on her door. Scott practically bowled her over when he saw her. Yet another reason they were taking a break from seeing one another.
He picks the woman up and carries her to the other end of the hallway far enough from Jean's door. "Damn it Emma, why won't you listen to me?" He says trying to keep calm gritting his teeth as she sneezes.
"I'll listen when you say something that I need to hear. And while I normally enjoy your touch this man-handling bit is getting old Summers, don't make a habit of it." She warns him. He lets her go and steps back.
"Why can't you just leave her alone, huh? Do you have some kind of death wish?"
"Please Scott, you're being melodramatic. I'm just trying to get to know our old teammate. Contrary to belief your wife and I were developing some semblance of a friendship before she found out about us. She made it a habit of annoying me when I wanted to be alone. So now I'm returning the favor, now that the dearly departed has returned."
Scott shook his head. "You are playing with fire, and I'm not talking metaphorically either. Put yourself in her shoes for second. Would you want to pal around with the woman your husband left you for? I don't think so." The blonde took a deep exhausted breath and moved past her boyfriend.
"I'm impervious to heat, but have you considered that I might enjoy it. And as for how I feel about infidelity I'm not the redhead Scott. I could care less what any husband of mine did with his free time as long as my needs and desires were met. Who knows his lover and I could be friends if it was mutually beneficial." Scott's jaw dropped as he watched his girlfriend walk down the hallway and down the stairs and out the foyer doors.
Frost Industries
The blonde got to her office an hour later to find her assistant Saturday going on a rampage in her office. The head of security shows her the surveillance footage before the woman had transformed. "Do you have any idea what triggered her?" She asked the 6'2" four armed man. "She was normal until she picked up the phone. We have traced the call but haven't been able to identify the caller yet."
The blonde shifted into her diamond form and walked into her office. Her assistant now the size of an elephant was on top of her desk throwing chairs against the window. "Saturday, can you hear me?"
The huge woman growled and slowly turned toward her boss as steam seeped from her mouth. "Saturday, I need you to calm down. I don't want to hurt you." Her transformed assistant suddenly lunged toward the blonde growling. Emma dodged the blow as the woman runs into the adjacent wall. She shakes her massive head and turns around stalking toward her employer. Emma shook her head. "I'm sorry to do this Saturday but you leave me no choice." She walks toward her desk and hits the intercom. "Richard, sound-proof my office, now please." Large shutters quickly cover the walls, windows, and doors. The blonde adjusts her vocal chords and emits an ear piercing high pitched tone.
Her assistant covered her ears and passed out as blood began to drip from her eyes and ears. The woman transformed back into a human. The blonde hit the intercom and had security come and take her to the in house medical facility.
She would have to consider letting her assistant go. This was the second time the woman had gone berserk in her 15 years as Emma's right hand. She didn't want to but, she was well aware of what set the woman off. Saturday had abilities similar to Mystique's. She fell in love with a woman and became obsessed with her. She'd wait on her hand and foot. Whenever her girlfriend even looked at another person, she'd go to great lengths to regain the woman's fickle attention. After seven years with Emma, Saturday's girlfriend called one day and told her that she wanted to break up. It must have happened again. The blonde had no sympathy for people with such addictive personality traits. She would never pine over someone obsessively, it was completely juvenile. Running to possess one fish when your net is full of them. It was foolishness.
She left her office irritated with the thought of having to find a new assistant. The blonde often wished people were more detached emotionally like she was so things like this wouldn't cripple them so much. She headed to the convention center to meet Hugo and correct their contract when her head began to ache. She was already about to meet with a self absorbed pig, she didn't need a headache on top of that.
Javits Convention Center, New York City
With a bit of personal psychic surgery she alleviated some of the irritation her headache was causing. That situation with her assistant must have taken more out of her than she anticipated. She called Hugo again who informed her that he was in hall P listening to a presentation. She walked inside and found the ambassador, he waves asking her to sit with him. Every eye in the room is watching her. Emma Frost was the best kind of delicious eye candy.
"Mademoiselle Frost, merci for meeting me here. You have arrived just in time mon chere. I am told this next presenter is a quite a rare beauty." The blonde wasn't remotely interested as her headache was returning with a vengeance.
"Hugo, if you could just sign the amended paperwork I can be on my way." He pats her hand.
"Relax Frost. Take a moment from your busy schedule and learn something new, aye. I will sign the papers once the presenter is finished and not a moment sooner." The fat man says sitting back in his chair eagerly watching the stage. The blonde maintains her composure and sits back in the chair.
"Ladies and gentlemen we would like to introduce Dr. Jean Grey from Xavier Institute who will be presenting some new ideas on how human mutant relations can benefit the economic and medical market." The announcer says as the blonde clinches her jaw watching her walk across the stage.
Emma found herself taking a mental picture of the elegantly dressed redhead. She was wearing a black pencil skirt that hugged her hips perfectly, black 6 inch open toed heels that elongated her graceful stride as she walked to the podium. She wore a low cut v-necked button down white blouse revealing a tastefully teasing amount of cleavage, her hair in a classic bun.
The blonde notices that Jean is also wearing a pair of black Dolce & Gabbana thin framed glasses. She'd never seen her wearing glasses before. One of Sophie's dreams provided the mental picture of the redhead as a naughty librarian. The blonde quickly shook the image from her mind.
A few people clapped, Emma saw Angel also known as Warren Worthington stand to his feet as well as a few of his associates. The blonde swallowed hard as Jean began to speak. Hugo hits the back of his hand against the blonde's arm as he leans in whispering to her. "Chere is lovely is she not? I feel the fires of love churning within me at just the sight of her. What do you think of her mademoiselle Frost?"
The blonde couldn't even hear him she was completely focused her eyes locked on the redhead. 'She's fooling herself if she thinks anyone is buying any of that. It's a complete waste of time and time is money to these people Jean. These people don't care one iota about mutants. They care about money.' She says to herself as Jean's smooth voice kisses her ears. The redhead's tone was alluring. The audience occasionally laughed as she poked fun at the phallic nature of the economy teasing that hedge fund managers easily release their funds if you learn how to stroke….their huge egos properly.
The blonde laughed under her breath at that comment, thinking if the redhead had been more attentive to Scott's needs in that area they might still be married.
The French Ambassador watches the blonde carefully, he's never seen her so completely transfixed before. He looks up at Jean and back at Emma as a devilish smirk appears on his face. Jean finished up her speech and walks off stage. The blonde sees Warren moving in the redhead's direction. She turns to see Hugo staring at her.
"Is everything alright Hugo? Is there something on my face?" She asks him. He turns away from her and looks up at the stage as the blonde tries to hand him the paperwork. "I have an idea Madame Frost, something of a wager. Are you interested?'
The blonde takes an exhausted breath as her headache begins to subside. Why was Jean having such a debilitating effect on her since she came back? "Hugo, why don't we complete our business before we discuss anything else."
"I will sign the paperwork do not worry about that. First tell me what you think of the beaute rousse." He smiles now looking into the blonde's blue eyes. Emma swallows lightly. "I don't have any thoughts about her why do you ask?" She says trying not to grit her teeth already knowing what the man is thinking.
"Ah come now chere. No need to be shy with me. You like the woman yes. She held your attention at the first words from her lips."
"I was interested in the topic Hugo. Don't make a mountain of a mole hill. Now if we can conclude our business I have some things I need to take care of this evening." She was beyond irritated now and didn't want to coerce the man into signing the paperwork the thought of touching his disgusting mind made her sick.
His expression suddenly became very serious. "I know a strong-willed woman when I see one mademoiselle Frost. You are one of the strongest. I can look at that beaute rousse and see she is just as strong, maybe stronger than you."
"What does this have to do with our contract?"
"I will sign the contract. And I will consider it valid indefinitely, securing Frost International's dealings with Europe, if…." He says leaning so close to her, she can smell the burgundy on his breath. "You can seduce that woman. Prove that you are still the most alluring White Queen of temptation. Unless you feel she is too much of a challenge for you."
The blonde doesn't bother to try and hide her contempt for the ambassador. She stands up and takes the papers from his hands. "Do you think you are talking to one of your toys Hugo? That I would succumb to such childish prodding; this deal is abolished. I'll send the necessary paperwork to your secretary. Avoir." She was appalled and more offended by the grotesque ambassador than she had ever been.
She began to walk out of the row. The ambassador spoke with a stern tone. "Frost, have you forgotten our history. Do not take me for some common man. I am the right hand of the French President. If you wish to keep your international contracts with Europe and the middle eastern coalition you will not allow foolish pride to blind you. I am offering you indefinite access to international import and exportation of commodities. Negotiating international contracts cost billions of dollars a year. Surely one woman is worth as much."
The blonde took a deep breath and swallowed hard, having actually heard what the man said. It was true. But she could also tap one of her other international contacts and jump through hoops for another three years and not get such a significantly charitable offer. There was also the matter of Jean Grey, of all the women in the world, why would he choose her. To say this would be difficult was an understatement.
Emma closed her eyes took in a deep hard breath and handed Hugo the paperwork. "Ah so you are a business woman after all madame Frost." He said firmly looking into her eyes. "I will expect a monthly report of your progress with mon chere Grey. I'm sure with your legendary skills you will have no problem at all." He said as he signed the paperwork and handed them to the blonde.
"I will send an amended contract tomorrow. Do we have a deal mademoiselle?"
Emma held out her hand, Hugo politely took it in his and gently kissed it. "Excellent. Amusez-vous." Telling the blonde to have fun as he left the convention center with a satisfied smile on his face. He knew exactly who Jean Grey was and ever since his last meeting with the blonde he'd been waiting for an opportunity to challenge his stuck up business partner.
Emma sits down and stares at the stage as the room slowly clears out. She takes in a deep breath through her nose and exhales roughly.
"Fuck…" The blonde whispers to herself.
TBC…
French Language : Amusez-vous (Have Fun) Beaute Rousse (Redheaded Beauty)