Title: The Angel (part 1)
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This chapter was fun. I'm enjoying Emma's emotional roller coaster.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
Emma arrived back at the institute an hour later. She sat in her white diamond Escalade deep in thought. The blonde closed her eyes and lay her head against the headrest when a flash of light came through the tinted sunroof. She opened her eyes to see a large-winged shadow fly over the car almost blotting out the sun. She looked out the window to see Warren landing on the front steps of the institute with Jean.
He gently puts her down as Emma watches them stroll into the mansion laughing in high spirits.
The blonde watches Jean smiling as she softly runs her slender fingers along Warren's left wing. 'Well aren't you quite the pair.' The blonde says to herself. 'I have to give you credit Jean, Worthington is certainly a step up from your bull-headed ex.' She takes a deep breath and looks out of the sunroof again.
Though the blonde was generally happy with Scott and felt no shame for playing her part in his divorce, she also felt a small pang of guilt knowing what she had just agreed to do to Jean an hour ago. She observed them carefully. He was obviously infatuated with her, who wouldn't be, there was no denying the redhead's beauty.
The blonde knew Warren personally due to their business relationship. She even dated him for a while, but became bored very quickly with his almost constant attention. He would actually be a great fit for the redhead personality wise. The archangel of the X-men was kind, clever, charming, handsome, rich, and very altruistic. They'd make a sweet couple. The man was also very persistent. The blonde also thought he had a latent mutant ability due to his overwhelming charm. In all her years knowing Warren, he never failed to get the girl, not even her.
Emma took a deep focused breath. "It's too bad things won't work out Jean. He really is an angel. But perhaps this is all for the best you haven't had the best luck with men, maybe you'll fair better with a woman." The blonde flips down a mirror and runs her tongue across her teeth as she stares into her reflection. "You could do worse than having the attention of Emma Frost. If you are going to have a woman, you should have the best after all."
She flips up the mirror after her car door is opened then walks confidently into the mansion. Jean and Warren are talking in the foyer. The blonde discreetly looks at Jean from head to toe as she slowly walks past them to the staircase. She stops at the foot of the stairs and turns toward them deciding to take the opportunity to lay a seed discord between them.
"Jean Warren I apologize for the intrusion." She says looking at the couple. Jean takes in a deep breath and keeps her eyes focused on Angel. "Hey Frosty, how have you been? I was surprised to see you at the convention center today." Warren says momentarily looking at the blonde.
"I'm doing quite well darling, but then you already knew that. I really enjoyed our meeting last week you really out did yourself. I look forward to discussing the terms of the merger with you soon." She smiles as she looks into his baby blues then to Jean. "But hopefully not too soon, I'll never forget how determined you are when you see something you want." The blonde winks at Warren then heads up the stairs. "Uuh, right, thanks. I'll have my secretary call you soon." He says sounding a bit confused.
"There's no rush angel cake. Have a good evening." She said as she made her way up the stairs and down the hallway.
"Sorry about that Jean. I'm not a hundred percent sure what that was all about." He says rubbing his jaw trying to refocus his attention on the redhead. He places his hand softly on her shoulder. "You did a stellar job today. I was truly impressed with your research. I'd love to know more. I mean if you can fit me into your busy schedule."
She softly smiles at him as she finally meets is soft blue eyes. He really was a handsome man, his attitude and energy overflows with peace and authenticity. She pushed the blonde's words from her mind not wanting to shut the man down just because he knew the blonde. "Come on Warren, my schedule isn't all that busy. Charles asked me to speak for the institute, it's nothing you haven't heard before. I'm nowhere near as busy as you are. I'm just a teacher here same as always."
He flashes a sly smile. "I'm sure after that presentation today you are going to be inundated with calls from people wanting to know more about your theories. I'm one of them. I'm serious give yourself some credit Jean. Don't get me wrong, I'm obviously slightly biased but I've never let that detour me from pursuing ideas that will lead the world into the next frontier."
The redhead laughs as she hits his arm gently. "Please Warren, if you lay it on any thicker the team won't be able to find me." He strokes her chin and looks at her with a gentle expression on his face. "I'm serious Jean, you're brilliant and…."
He looks down and takes her hand. "I'd be honored if you'd be willing to spend a few minutes of your time, enlightening me." Jean looks at his hand and takes a deep breath as she blushes.
"Are you….asking me out?" She asks nervously.
He gently squeezes her hand. "Is that alright? I mean I really do want to hear about your research but if I can also be in the company of an astoundingly beautiful and intelligent woman like yourself in the process, well that would make my day, maybe even my year."
Emma stood watching from the darkness of the hallway with a slight frown on her face. She was sure the redhead would've been detoured finding out Warren had been with her. Now she would have to figure out how to get him out of the picture while she figured out how to get closer to the redhead.
The blonde listened as they made plans to get together for dinner at the end of the week. He was moving fast, maybe the redhead had met him during her self-imposed exile. The two seem too comfortable with each other, and as much as Warren enjoys the company of women he's not usually so forward.
Emma's Apartment
'I'm going to need to get him out of the picture and soon.' The blonde says to herself as she turns and heads toward her apartment. Why did she even agree to do this? The redhead wouldn't even look at her, let alone consider going to bed with her. She entered her apartment and plopped down on the bed already feeling defeated.
The blonde lays there thinking to herself. 'Is doing this to Jean really worth billions of dollars and an iron clad contract guaranteeing my import/export rights for the life of my company?
I don't even like the woman all that much, sure she's attractive and intelligent, strong, deadly …..and'. She closes her eyes and puts her arm over them sighing. '….powerful.' She says in a breathy tone as her mind suddenly slips into one of Sophie's fantasies.
The blonde sees the redhead's fingers wrapped tightly around her creamy white heated throat. Jean's smoldering body now covered in the Phoenix cloak pressed against hers sandwiched against a cold brick wall. Golden amber heavily lidded eyes staring into her icy blue orbs as their lips meet with bruising intensity. The redhead's scorching hot fingers mercilessly forcing their way into the blonde's sex.
The blonde sits up now panting heavily as a chill runs over her skin. She shakes her head and rubs her arms as her chest heaves trying to catch her breath. She felt that a bit too intensely, what the hell was going on with her. And why did Sophie have thoughts like those, the girl was barely 13. She hadn't even been kissed properly yet. How could she be coming up with thoughts of rough sexual play so early.
The blonde gets up from bed and goes into the bathroom and sees that her nose had bled again. Apparently Jean wasn't pleased with that little interruption after all. The blonde cleans her nose as she takes a deep breath staring into the cracked mirror. She whispers to the redhead. "This just wets my appetite, Tiger. I told you I'd see you soon didn't I?"
She goes to the shower turning it on as she begins taking off her clothing. The blonde suddenly grabs the wall to steady herself as another one of Sophie's fantasies flashes in her mind.
This time the blonde sees herself seated on a throne with her legs crossed. The redhead is on her hands and knees with her tongue hanging from her mouth. There is a small cut on the blonde's toe as she holds it up above Jean's mouth and allows a drop to fall onto her tongue. She winces sucking in air through her teeth as the redhead's lips wrap around her toe sucking forcefully hungry for every drop the blonde had to offer.
Emma kicks the redhead away watching her whimper. The blonde picks up a large silver chain leash that's attached to the redhead's collar. She yanks it hard causing Jean to fall onto her chest. The blonde uncrosses her legs and spreads her thighs as she slowly pulls the redhead toward the throne.
Emma sees herself roughly grab a fist full of the woman's red mane staring into emerald green eyes for a moment then forcing the redhead's mouth, tongue first into her sex as her head falls back against the throne.
The blonde almost falls to her knees next to her bathtub as she feels a powerful ache beneath her waist. "Fuck…." She moans as her legs begin to shake and she fights to keep her balance. Her chest is burning like hot magma as she sits on the side of the Jacuzzi tub to steady herself. 'What the hell was that?' She thinks to herself as she slows her breathing down. She looks down and sees another drop of blood on the floor.
Her eyes begin to well with warm liquid as she fights back tears. She stands to her feet and walks to the mirror and smiles. "You just can't get enough of me, can you Jean." Blowing the mirror a kiss walking back to the shower and stepping inside she thinks to herself as she bathes feeling her body finally settling down.
'Can you really hear me Jean? Is this your way of telling me that you hear me?' She closes her eyes letting the water streak down her face. She smiles beginning to darkly laugh to herself. "She might actually be the death of me if this keeps up. Humph this might have been her plan all along to kill me slowly little by little, breaking me down from the inside out. That's not like you Jean. Not your style at all."
The blonde sits down in the tub still talking to herself about the redhead's character. "You are a bruiser, a power-house, you wouldn't need to use such covert tactics to get what you want. As a matter of fact, that sounds like someone else I know. Someone who's near and dear to my cold heart. It sounds like me, little firefly. Are your trying to be like me Jean? It's said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Is that what you are doing? Trying to sweet-talk me in your own way."
She laughs as she lays her head against the tub her smile slowly disappearing. "That's so very sweet Tiger. That you would think of me, especially considering what I did to you….what I'm about to do to you." She sighs and takes in a deep breath thinking of her company and all the money she'll be gaining and saving thanks to the contract. Memories of her past with the Hellfire club flash through her mind. She remembers thousands of men and women under her complete control hungry and obsessed wanting her to just look in their direction. She grits her teeth and clinches her jaw voice now strong and full of resolve.
"I will have you Jean Grey. You'll want me more than the air you breathe by the time I'm finished with you, this I promise you."
TBC…
Trubie Love: "This I promise you."...Pamela to Tara