Title: Adam

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: Crash and Burn

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

Emma was extremely excited after Warren left her apartment. She lay down on her bed with a sigh of relief. There was no way the redhead would want him if he sticks to the blonde's advice. She smoothly interwove his misdeeds from their previous relationship into what he now considers to be foolproof methods of being an understanding man who was worthy of the affections of the one of the most powerful telepaths in the world.

The blonde even considered calling off the agent she had assigned to pursue them she felt so confident in Warren's blind faith and willingness to do anything to win over the redhead.

She closed her eyes and laid down suddenly feeling a rush of heat come over her body. She sees herself and the redhead in one of Sophie's fantasies again. Only this time the blonde doesn't fight it. She figures she's going to be having sex with the redhead soon enough, why not enjoy it.

She sighs deeply as she slips further into the vision.

They lay naked in a lush green field at night. It's a new moon out; the only light that can be seen is the glow of Jean's amber eyes as she slowly licks a path up the blonde's body.

Emma lay in her bed moaning it almost feels as though the redhead is right there in the room with her. She begins gently massaging her breasts as her alarm clock suddenly turns on playing "Lick by Joi". She slips her two middle fingers in and out of her mouth as the sound of the music takes her deeper into the fantasy; her whole body is vibrating as the redhead takes her time exploring her sex, slowly making circles inside the blonde sending soft telekinetic pulses through her body.

The blonde removes her trembling fingers from her mouth and moves them down her body ready to help the redhead out. To her surprise her hand seems to move on its own and grabs her unattended breast. Her legs fall open as the redhead replaces her tongue with two slender fingers as she moves up the blonde's body and takes an erect nipple into her mouth sucking forcefully.

The blonde moans louder and louder as the ache beneath her waist increases exponentially. The redhead adjusts her fingers adding a third as she releases the blonde's nipple from her mouth, and begins telekinetically licking the blonde's breasts. She sits up on Emma's hips slowly grinding her sex into her waist, her golden amber eyes locked on the moaning woman's wincing face. The redhead licks her lips and slowly leans down to whisper in her lover's ear.

The blonde is so close to the edge it almost hurts as her body begins to tremble in her bed as she lies alone in her room touching herself. She can hear the redhead's voice.

"Scott can't fuck you like this can he…." Instantly the blonde floods her bed as her body quakes, she opens her eyes and her heart beats faster, she can see the redhead sitting over her with a devilish smirk on her face. She flows down gracefully yet quickly slipping her warm wet tongue into the blonde's mouth. The sheer force of the kiss making the blonde cum a second time, as she moans into the redhead's mouth, eyes slowly rolling to the back of her head.

Her chest begins to ache painfully as she quickly sits up in bed, now fully back to reality. She's lightheaded as she takes a deep breath and looks around the room. She touches her nose and sees blood on fingers.

She swings her legs to the side of the bed and heads to the bathroom. This time she remains silent as she stares into the mirror looking at the streak of blood against her porcelain skin. She was officially worried for her own health at this point. If this wasn't the redhead, what was it?

The next day

The blonde gets a text update as she sits in her office at Frost Industries.

***2:00 pm Jean Grey and Warren Worthington have arrived at Per Se. The restaurant has been reserved for day by Mr. Worthington. ***

Emma laughs to herself as she tries to imagine Jean's face. It was well known that the woman had a certain disdain for over-opulence. She informed Warren that Jean deserves to feel like a queen right from the start. That he should show the woman what it would be like to date a multi-millionaire. He was already doing marvelously well.

Warren smiled at Jean holding her hand as the door of the red escalade limousine was opened for them. The redhead smiled nervously. "Wow, Warren, this is….." She sighs trying to keep her spirits up. "Just wow such a beautiful place." She looks around feeling self-conscious smoothing out invisible wrinkles in her black dress. She was wearing a thin silver chair with a heart pendant, small hooped earrings, and black strapped heels. She felt completely under-dressed as the tall blonde elegantly dressed female hostess opened the door for them. Jean couldn't help but hear the woman call her trash mentally as she walked through doors.

She swallowed hard as a male server walked them to their table in the back of the restaurant in front of the kitchen.

"Uum, Warren….where is everyone? Did we get here early or something?" She asks looking around at the men and women lined up against the walls staring at them. He smiles as two males servers pull out their seats for them. "I wanted to make sure that we weren't interrupted, so I reserved the place for the day. It's nice right."

She swallows and tries to keep the smile on her face. She knew Warren was rich, but when she began hanging out with him a few months ago, they'd just sit around eating hot dogs in the park this was a vast contrast.

Six servers come to the table and place glasses of water, wine, and a small plate of what looked like salad on the table. Jean blinks rapidly as she puts her hands into her lap and a male waiter stands next to her waiting impatiently. She smiles at Warren as the young man clears his throat loudly. She looks up at him and smiles nervously. "Y..yes, can I help you?" She asks him. He half smiles and almost frowns as he holds a rolled up cloth napkin in his hand and nods his head toward her.

She takes a deep breath not knowing what to do. She reads his mind. "God, I hate when these low class idiots eat here. I swear they must not read the menu before they get here. How the fuck hard is it to let someone put a napkin in your lap. Jesus. Why the hell is this cunt staring at me like that?"

The redhead hides the irritation behind a tight smile and sits back as the young man snaps the napkin open elegantly and puts it across her lap. "Thank you young man. You'll have to forgive me, this place is a bit on the low end for us." She says as she reaches for the wine telekinetically causing it to spill onto the server. "Oh my, are you alright? You should really be more careful laying napkins can be daunting work, I wouldn't want you to tire yourself out." The redhead says no longer smiling as she looks at a wide eyed Warren.

Jean hears the young man call her a bitch under his breath, and telekinetically causes him to trip into the table. She and Warren turn around as three servers rush to help him up. Jean turns to Warren. "Oh I hope he's alright." He looks at the server and smiles. "Aw, he's fine, no worries." He looks down at their plates. "Jean this is called the salade d'asperge des bois its slow roasted beets, compressed strawberries, celery branch and brown butter enriched mascarpone. I hope you like it."

She smiles and looks around as she picks up a large fork. "Isn't there a menu Warren?" He shakes his head. "I've already ordered everything ahead of time. Don't worry it's all taken care of." He says confidently as he starts eating the salad. The redhead takes a deep breath and tries the salad, it was a bit salty, but fortunately there wasn't much of it so she finished it quickly.

***2:30 pm Duck delivered to the table with sweet liquorice sauce instead of ginger. ***

Their plates weren't empty but 5 minutes when another dish was put in front of them. This time the waiter announced the dish. "Your next dish is slow poached élevages périgord moulard duck foie gras made with santa rosa plums, tokyo turnips, celery branch, sicilian pistachios and young ginger gelée served with toasted brioche."

The redhead smiles softly as she scratches her face. Two seconds later a man with a small bowl of water and a towel appears next to her. She nervously looks over at Warren who finishes his bite of food. "Oh it's for your hands. The chef doesn't like people to touch the next dish until our hands are cleaned." The redhead fights the urge to roll her eyes as she takes in a deep breath and reaches for the bowl and the man moves it away. "Please allow me madam." He holds out a white gloved hand and puts two fingers under Jean's wrist and gently dips her fingers into the bowl of water. The lets the water drip sits the bowl down and dries her hand with a warm towel. He picks up the bowl and bows. "Enjoy your meal madam."

The redhead had about reached her limit. She looks down at the plate as her stomach begins to rumble. It was barely an appetizer. She takes a bite and quickly reaches for her water, it had an odd flavor. She tries to be polite but it was disgusting. "Warren, if you don't mind me asking, but how much is all of this costing?" She takes another bite of the duck chewing slowly.

He smiles at her confidently, remembering what Emma told him about how good women feel knowing that a man has spent a fortune on them. "It's $500 a plate." Jean begins coughing as she almost chokes.

Emma sits in her office softly sighing having heard the entire conversation. One of the servers was also working for her and had placed a listening device on the table.

"Oh Warren, this is just too perfect." She says sipping a glass of red wine.

Jean shakes her head softly putting her fork down as a server gently rubs her back. "Would you mind not touching me please?" She says to the server who steps back. She closes her eyes and tries to think of the best way to approach the situation. This was not the Warren that she knew three months ago. She didn't want to hurt his feelings; he was obviously trying way too hard.

The redhead shakes her head softly. $500 could have fed a few of the orphanages she volunteered at for at least a month. And here over a $1000 had been spent on four bites of food that weren't even that tasty.

"Warren, would it be alright if we finished up somewhere else? I mean this place is certainly nice, but I'd rather-," Surprisingly he interrupts her with a very stern expression on his face. He was going to take more of Emma's advice. She said a woman likes a man who stands by his choices. "Jean, I chose this place and it's important to me that we have respect for one another's decisions. After we finish here, we can go wherever you'd like."

The redhead's face deadpans.

The blonde laughs out loud in her office almost spitting out her wine. "That a boy Worthington. Show her who the man is, ha ha ha haaaa!"

Jean takes a deep breath and fights the urge to grit her teeth as she stares at her date for a full minute. He shifts in his seat feeling a bit uncomfortable with her gaze. The redhead runs her tongue along her teeth staring at the ceiling thinking before she speaks. "Warren, be honest with me sweetie, who have you been talking to?"

His brow furrows as he cocks his head to the side. "What do you mean Jean?"

The blonde sits her wine down and swallows hard as she waits for his response.

"This isn't like you Warren, none of thisis. We were eating hot dogs and roasted cashews in Central Park three months ago. What's changed between now and then?"

He takes a deep breath. "Jean, nothing has changed. You and I are friends. When we met back then you told me you wanted to stay low key, so I respected that. I always wanted to go out with you though, but I wanted to show you the very best, you deserved it after what you went through with your ex. So when I heard that you had returned to the institute I knew that was my chance to treat you like I'd treat any queen."

The blonde breathes a sigh of relief. "Nice save angel cake."

Jean blinks a few times and looks around the room. She understood what he wanted to do, but she also had the feeling that there was more to this than that. She couldn't put her finger on what it was, but she was sure she'd find out soon enough. "This has been great Warren and I really appreciate it, but I think I've had enough for the day alright. So after we finish let's just call it a night."

He softly bows his head looking like a puppy dog, then quickly sits up remembering the blonde's advice to always take pride in who you are and make sure to exude confidence at all times around telepaths. He pokes his chest out and lifts his chin. "I completely understand Jean. And I look forward to taking you out again sometime soon."

She smirks at him and shakes her head.

The blonde is clapping at her desk. "Well done sweetness, well done."

They leave the restaurant and drive back to the institute. Warren walks the redhead to the door and reaches for her hand, slowly bringing it to his lips. She pulls her hand away. He furrows his brow. "Good night Warren, drive safe, text me when you get back home." She says walking into the institute and closing the doors behind her.

He stands there dumbfounded until he remembers what Emma told him, that telepaths get nervous around strong men and if Jean pulls away it means that she's conflicted and has feelings for him that she's not ready to admit. He triumphantly pumps his fist in the air. "Yes!" He says walking to the limousine. Jean is still standing behind the door listening and shakes her head with a small smile.

She turns and walks toward the staircase. She had no idea what had gotten into him. That was one of the most horrible dates on record for her, what was he so proud of. She goes upstairs to her apartment and changes out of the dress in the bathroom. She stares into the mirror then closes her eyes as they reopen revealing a golden amber glow. She almost robotically walks out of the bathroom.

She runs a quick sweep of the institute and saw that the blonde wasn't around. She breathed a sigh of relief. Then she goes into her closet and opens a small secret compartment. Two small doors open and she stands there staring at small bits of paper and a few photos. She picks up a bushel of hair and rubs it across her neck then puts it up to her nose taking a long sniff. She sits the hair back down and takes a deep breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth. The redhead swallows hard then pressing a few buttons steps out of the closet and sits on her bed closing her eyes reopening to emerald green orbs.

After what happened in the gym the day before she wanted to stay as far away from Emma as possible. She was sure being so close to the blonde after so long was affecting her. She lay back in bed trying to figure out what happened yesterday. She remembered walking past the blonde on the field then things got fuzzy after that. The headaches she'd been getting around the woman were getting worse along with other things. She was having trouble sleeping at night.

TBC….