Title: The Angel (part 2)

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: Things are really heating up.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.

The blonde dries off and converts to her diamond form when she gets out of the tub and walks to her bedroom. She feels powerful and focused. This is the first time in many years that she purposefully went about seducing someone. It was that much more of a challenge knowing that she would be pursuing someone who hated her.

She found herself smiling as she crawled into bed, still in diamond form. The blonde was intent on getting sleep that night, and this was the only way she felt she could manage it. She despised that she had such a strong physical reaction to the redhead and needed to find a way to use that to her advantage.

She lay on her back thinking about her past efforts to tempt people who were seemingly indifferent. The blonde knew that everyone was interested in some way, and once she found out what it was, she would milk it, until she got what she wanted. This situation was no different. Jean was just a means to an end. She needed to keep emotions out of it.

In her interactions with Jean prior to the incident with Scott, the redhead would ask her a lot of questions about her past with the Hellfire club. She couldn't understand why the blonde would have taken part in such activities. She was already rich, successful and a leader in the business world. What need did she have for taking part in dark backdoor deals in exchange for sex and a bit of money?

Emma would always answer her the same way. "One gets bored with the routine Jean. Once you've done all that you can think to do, what else is there?"

Jean never quite understood that answer, but the blonde knew that it was some kind of a starting place. And of course there was that lovely little tidbit of information she received from Sophie about the redhead's fascination with her breasts, the blonde found herself feeling more and more excited.

Then there was Angel. Emma didn't want to hurt him, but she definitely needed to get him away from the redhead without implicating herself. She knew they were going out to dinner in a few days and wanted to make that work to her advantage. She'd send one of her assistants to follow them on their date.

The blonde went to sleep that night feeling relaxed for the first time since Jean had returned. She loved her company and the strategy that was involved in procuring many of her corporate deals. This felt just as challenging, she found herself feeling grateful to Hugo, for his underhandedness. She rested peacefully knowing this would be the greatest test of her skills that she had ever had. It wasn't that she needed validation, she would always be the White Queen, but now she would be proving something to herself. She'd know once and for all that no one could resist her.

The next day….Emma's Office

"Sophie, I appreciate you sharing those mental images with me. That was brave of you and I appreciate the amount of trust you have put in me by doing that. I am however concerned about them." Emma says sitting in a chair directly across from the tween blonde. The girl swallows hard as her hands begin to tremble.

"Relax sweetie, everything is fine I promise. I would just like to know where you saw those images. I need you to be honest with me Sophie, I won't tell anyone. Have you been sexually abused by someone close to you?" She says softly placing her hand on the girl's knee. The young blonde looks at her with a confused expression as she shakes her head.

"No, no Miss Frost. Not at all, why would you think that?" She asks breathing a little harder.

"Sophie, you are barely 13 years old. You told me yesterday that you had never been kissed. There aren't many other options with situations like this. It's alright you can tell me." She says trying to comfort the girl. The last image that flashed across the blonde's mind last night was particularly troubling. Those were the types of things she'd seen and participated in during her Hellfire days. She was genuinely concerned for Sophie and considered sweeping her mind to make sure that she was telling the truth. Perhaps she was being abused unknowingly by a mutant at the school or a family member that she wasn't aware had powers.

"I'm telling the truth Miss Frost, I swear. Nobody's been touching me or anything." She says trying to reassure her concerned tutor.

"Then tell me where you saw those mental pictures. I won't force it out of you, but if you are being control or coerced unconsciously then I will have to." She says with a soft yet serious expression on her face.

Sophie takes a deep breath and stares into Emma's blue eyes. "It's a secret okay. It's my secret. I don't want to tell anyone. You just gotta believe me nobody is hurting me okay. If I say where I saw the pictures I'm sure I'll get in even more trouble."

Emma takes a deep breath and sits back in the chair. She could tell from the girl's body language that she was telling the truth but she needed the girl to answer the question. "So who's movies have you been watching….mental or digital? I'll be honest with you Sophie, when I was your age I had unfortunately seen and even experienced some of the things you've been dreaming about, it wasn't by any means pleasant. Those types of things can change your entire your life. I don't want you to experience that on any level mentally or otherwise, at least not until you are old enough to consent anyway."

Sophie drops her eyes to the floor as sadness covers her adolescent face. She was kind of wishing she had never told her now. She knew exactly where this was going. She understood but she still wasn't happy about it. As soon as she had the thought, the blonde spoke up.

"You know what has to be done Sophie. I'm going to erase the images from your mind. Some of them are extremely violent and if you continue to dwell on them, whether you believe it or not, they will begin to affect your behavior. As a telepath if you lose control the violence contained in those dreams will alter your psyche and cause you to hurt those around you. Do you want to risk that, just so you can keep masturbating at night?" She says as she sits up raising a challenging eyebrow at the wide eyed girl. She was well aware of what the girl's nightly activities were since she first scanned her mind that day the students were playing soccer.

Sophie's jaw dropped to the floor as her entire body turned beet red. The young girl swallowed hard and shook her head. She had a quick thought and opened her mouth to speak. "Can I -,"

She's interrupted as the blonde kneels in front of her between her legs cupping her cheek with gentlest touch she had ever felt in her life. She's mesmerized in a trance as Emma's lips gently connect with right edge of her lips.

~ I'll leave a few souvenirs for you to play with don't worry. Just relax this won't hurt a bit. ~

The blonde mentally whispers as she sends a gentle pulse through the girl's mind wiping away the images doing her part to protect her student's innocence.

Sophie sighs with heavily lidded eyes and a smirk on her face as the blonde sits back in her chair. She feels like she's in heaven right now as her tutor winks at her. "I left a little something special for you that ought to satisfy your appetite for a while. That's just between you and me, you understand, don't share it with anyone else alright. I'll be scanning your mind daily so keep your shields up. If I find out that you've been sharing that with anyone, you'll be a vegetable by morning do you understand."

Sophie sits up straight and nods her head fervently with wide eyes and a big smile on her face. "I promise I won't show anybody." Emma stands to her feet. "Be sure that you don't. Alright that's enough for today. Work on those techniques I showed you, I'll expect you to be ready to demonstrate next week."

Sophie stands up and walks with her to the office door. The young girl turns to Emma as they open the door. "Miss Emma, I still think you and Miss Jean would make a great couple." She says smiling at her tutor who winks at her.

"Have a good day Sophie and remember what I told you." She says as the young girl practically skips down the hallway she's so happy.

The blonde stood there watching her get further away. She was surprised at how strong Sophie actually was. The blonde thoroughly swept the girl's mind while she was erasing the visions and couldn't find a single clue as to where her student had seen the images. She did find a few moments of the girl looking over a young man's shoulder likely her brother seeing some x-rated websites, but that was about it. Nowhere near as intense as the dreams she was having.

After a few more minutes thinking it over, she decides to refocus her attention on her reluctant quarry.

The blonde had already instructed an agent of hers to tail Jean and Warren on their date, keeping an appropriate distance and a clear mind as so not to tip the redhead off. She chose someone she knew she could rely on with shielding abilities similar to her own making them difficult to detect. Her agent would send her a detailed report every 5 minutes and also use whatever resources were available to cause disruptions for the couple.

Now that that was taken care of, she decided to start with some basic attention grabbing techniques to get the redhead to notice her. She went back up to her apartment and found one of her most revealing blouses that her cleavage practically overflowed from. She looks at the white almost sheer blouse from the side and gently pinches her nipples getting them to harden. "Perfect." She says as she licks her lips. Now she just needed to find the redhead.

She walks down the hallway towards the stairs as a few of her teammates gawk at her including Rogue. It was impossible not to notice her chest in that outfit. She smiled at the reception now sure she would receive the desired result from the redhead. Even if it didn't work she still enjoyed having everyone staring at her their eyes following her every step.

She slowly comes down the stairs subtly looking for the redhead. She sees Bobby run into a pillar as she reaches the foyer continuing to look around. She heads toward the cafeteria. Scott comes out almost dropping his food as his eyes lock onto her cleavage. "Wow." He says trying to find her eyes. "You….look….incredible baby. Are we -," He says almost drooling. She stops him before he can finish his sentence.

"No we aren't making up." She says not paying him any attention as she looks over his shoulder through the doors for any sign of the redhead. She suddenly remembers that the woman would be going back to her old schedule now that she had returned. A smirk appears on her face as she turns and heads toward the back of the building.

"Em wait. Baby when are we gonna talk?" Scott asks her.

~ When you decide to grow a set and stop being afraid of your ex or when I get bored and feel like reacquainting myself with that flap between your legs. Your choice. I'm fine either way. ~

He stands there gritting his teeth as she walks out the back door toward the soccer field.

Institute Grounds: Soccer Field

Sure enough the blonde sees red hair blowing in the wind. She stands back and watches for a while. Jean really did have a lovely body. She could have been a sports illustrated model, the way she moved down the field, the muscles in her thighs tightening ever so subtly, her breasts softly bouncing when she picked up speed. She was certainly a sight to behold in her team uniform, tight black shorts and fitted t-shirt with an X in the center of her chest.

The blonde smirks to herself. 'X marks the spot. Time to get this show on the road.' She looks at her reflection in the glass door checking her make-up and giving her breasts a quick lift as she adjusts her blouse.

She strides toward the field as she hears Jean yell out to the students. "Alright, guys, that's all for the outdoor portion of practice today. Head into the gym and get ready to run suicides. Drink plenty of water."

The blonde sees a few of the students staring at her as she heads toward the field, the redhead hasn't turned around yet. "Cassandra, be sure to help Julie, she looks a bit winded." Emma yells toward the field as she gets closer to Jean. She sees the redhead's shoulder's rise and fall. Jean raises her hand to her head and begins to rub her temple.

Emma's head begins to ache again as she now stands about 10 feet from the redhead. Jean continues to survey the field. She walks away from the blonde and picks up a stray soccer ball. The woman turns toward the blonde as she walks toward the building eyes locked straight in front of her. Emma smiles slightly arching her back as the redhead gets closer to her.

"Ah, Jean, I hope I'm not interrupting. I just thought I might share a few of the new plays the -," She stops speaking as the redhead walks past her like she's not even there doesn't even stop to pay the woman a glance. Emma continues to smile as she yells toward the redhead.

"No problem, I'll just get with your later then." She stands there watching her prey walk into the gym. She was actually very surprised she could have sworn the woman was looking at her. The blonde walks toward the gym prepared to go after the redhead as her headache gets worse, she feels herself getting light headed the closer she gets to the building.

Emma takes a few deep breaths and walks inside composing herself. She sees Jean standing on the opposite end of the gym as the students run back and forth touching the lines on the floor. The blonde posts up on the wall directly in front of the redhead as the students run toward her. The blonde closes her eyes as her headache causes her to clinch her jaw. Sophie stops and walks up to her tutor. "Uumm, Miss Frost, your nose, its bleeding." Emma looks down at the young blonde as she rubs her eyes, she looks slightly blurry, then over to Jean who is walking back and forth yelling out commands and rubbing her head occasionally.

The blonde covers her nose and walks toward the door, but she turns quickly to look at the redhead one last time as she leaves. She's not even trying to look into her direction.

She walks toward the mansion with a smile on her face knowing what that nose bleed meant. She feels satisfied as her headache starts to lessen. Inside the 1st floor bathroom she looks into the mirror and waits staring into her reflection. She looks down at her watch ten minutes have gone by with no mental flash or additional nose bleed.

The blonde closes her eyes, with her headache finally gone she can concentrate. She swallows hard and takes a deep breath as she tries to send the redhead a thought.

~ Jean, can we talk? ~ Her voice barely a whisper as she exhales a deep breath through her mouth.

There is no response. In a way she is happy about that. At this rate if the woman actually responded it might kill her. She darkly laughs to herself and shakes her head as she walks out of the bathroom. She hears Scott yelling her name.

"What, what's going on?" She asks him. "Its Jean, she's passed out."

The blonde furrows her brow and blinks rapidly. "What do you mean she passed out? I just saw her not even 15 minutes ago."

Scott frowns and breaths harshly through his nose. He grabs her arm and begins pulling her down the hallway. "Why won't you just listen to me for a change? God damn it Emma, if she goes nuclear-," She pulls her arm out of his grasp.

"You are not seriously implying that I had anything to do with this! And where are you trying to take me?" She says staring into his ruby shades.

"You're going to the medical bay and you are going to tell her that you will be staying away from her from now on!" He yells as he tries to grab her arm again. The blonde quickly grabs his hand and proceeds to flip the 6'3' X-man to the floor.

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing?" He harshly breaths out.

"Keep your hands to yourself Scott." She says as she stares daggers into his eyes. "I am not Jean. Our sleeping together does not give you the right to put your hands on me." She puts a sharp diamond covered foot to his throat. "Do I make myself clear?" He puts his hands to the floor and nods. She removes her foot and holds out her hand. He stares at it and reluctantly grabs it as he gets to his feet.

"I'm not responsible for whatever is happening to Jean."

He looks into her eyes. "One of the students said that your nose began bleeding a few minutes before Jean passed out." He tells her as she furrows her brow.

The blonde was confused. She thought for sure that the redhead was just getting back at her in her own way. Maybe there was something affecting the telepaths at the institute. She follows Scott to the medical bay. To her surprise Warren was there holding Jean's hand, along with Ororo, Charles, and Hank.

Hank immediately asks her questions about her nose bleeding in gymnasium. She explains that she had a headache before it came on and that none of the other telepathic students seem to have been affected. Charles wasn't being affected either. It seemed to have only affected the two women.

Jean began to regain consciousness as Warren held her hand. The blonde stares at them as the woman opens her eyes. After what happened in the gym, she didn't want to be there when she woke up. Emma clears her throat. "Hank, Charles, I'll be on my way. I have some business to take care of this evening. I'll give you a detailed report of my condition tomorrow. Is that alright?" She says moving toward the door as Hank cocks his head in confusion and Scott moves toward her.

Charles nods as she walks out the door. Her boyfriend follows behind her. "Where are you going? Don't you think you need to talk to her?"

"No Scott, I don't not right now anyway. I have my own problems to worry about." She turns on her heels and heads up the stairs deep in thought.

Why had Jean passed out? It couldn't have had anything to do with her. Jean is far more powerful than she is, as much as she hated to admit it. She could never effect the redhead that way. So what was really going on? And what was Warren doing there? They aren't seeing one another exclusively that she knew of. He had only asked her out yesterday. Perhaps there was more to their relationship than she realized.

The blonde went back up to her apartment and lay down in bed. About 45 minutes later there was a knock on her door. She did not feel like talking to Scott right now. She goes to the door and is surprised to see Warren standing there.

"May I help you with something angel cake?" She says politely. He takes a deep relieved breath and looks into her eyes. "Do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure,...come on in." She says running a quick scan through the man's mind, trying to keep the surprised look from her face when she finds out why he came to see her.

He sits on the white leather couch and takes a deep breath and stares at the blonde with a serious expression on his face as the blonde comes to sit next to him. "Emma, I need your advice, as a telepath. You and I have dated before and we know how that worked out, but you've always been honest with me. I don't want to make the same mistakes with Jean. I really care about her."

The blonde closes her eyes and puts her chin to her chest trying to keep the smile from her face. He really was an angel, a sweet, handsome, all too trusting angel. This couldn't have worked out better if she had planned it herself.

TBC…