Title: Lust – the first bite

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: R

Notes: This was a fun chapter, I've been waiting for this moment.

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

Two weeks later

Frost Industries 7 am…

Emma Frost sits contemplatively staring at the amended import/export contract on her desk. Hugo's words were a bit too explicit in the blonde's opinion, but considering the benefits of the agreement she'd let it slide.

She found herself feeling strangely conflicted as she read over one of the addendums.

-…procurement of one: Dr. Jean Grey professor of biology at Xavier Institute within six (6) weeks.

The blonde sits back in her chair and takes a deep breath as she thinks over the past two weeks. The redhead had avoided the woman like the plague. If she even looked in Jean's direction she immediately felt compelled to turn and walk away. The redhead's powerful influence no doubt.

During team meetings the redhead was an obelisk, immovable, face like stone. The last meeting Emma wore a very low cut blouse and short shorts and deliberately sat directly across from Jean with her legs spread wide open, telepathically sending messages to her.

~You know you want this, why are you holding back? Isn't this what you and the little firefly have been dreaming of at night Tiger? Come and get it. ~

She got one response last Friday as she stared alluringly into the redhead's blank eyes; there was a flash of gold that quickly disappeared. She was wearing the woman down bit by bit, but she needed things to move faster, it had already been a month, she was running out of time.

She needed to be alone with her and not just because of the contract deadline. The blonde was becoming increasingly infatuated with Jean. Her curiosity was growing as well. The redhead's dreams and fantasies were getting more elaborate and violent when the blonde went to bed. These were new images not the ones Sophie had shown her originally. There was no doubt that Jean wanted her, so why was she avoiding her?

Emma looked over the paper work one last time and signed her name at the bottom of the document as her phone rang.

"Yes, ah Hugo, your timing is impeccable. I was just reading over the contract is it really necessary to word it so…." She takes a deep breath as he interrupts her.

"I understand. Uh huh. Things are going well, I don't see foresee any problems. No things are coming along nicely, it won't be long now. Of course not, you know I don't operate that way…. I know how much time is left Monsieur Dollot. I'll contact you once the terms have been met. Indeed. Merci."

The blonde hung up the phone and took an exhausted breath. She only had two more weeks, every day that went by she felt worse and worse about what she was doing. While still very entertained, she knew that she wanted something more from the redhead. Sure she wanted to fuck her, but she also wanted to feel her in her mind the way they used to be before she left the institute.

She and Jean would spend hours just talking and sharing memories. Of course the blonde knew that the professor was just using the telepath to keep tabs on her, but that didn't stop her from enjoying herself, sending the redhead obscene images from time to time throwing her off guard. It had become a pastime for the blonde to see how fast Jean's face turned red.

She remembered the first team outing she had gone on with the X-men, it was meant as a bonding exercise. Jean had wandered off from the group and the blonde followed her and found her in an old coffee bar near the edge of town. The place was unique. The walls were covered with items that tourists had left as mementos of their visit. Every inch of the place was covered with nick-nacks including the ceiling and floors.

Writing everywhere most of the sentences ended with "_was here!". There were a few people wandering around when Emma walked in, as usual all eyes were on her. She didn't see Jean right away. The redhead was in a corner talking with an elderly couple. Emma walked behind her and cleared her throat as she softly laid her hand on Jean's waist. She smirked as Jean gasped trying to remain calm. The blonde had never touched her in public before. It wasn't like they were going out or anything, but she knew how the blonde felt about public displays of affection.

Emma threatened to remain in her crystal state indefinitely the first time Jean tried to hug her in the hallway after the team had lunch.

The blonde moved next to the redhead as she continued talking to the couple who was in their 80's. They were pointing to a picture of them when they were in their 30's in old bathing suits. Emma smirked and sent Jean an image of the couple in a "exposed" position. The redhead's face turned beet red in 3 seconds flat. The sweet seniors looked intensely concerned as they stared at her.

"Tiger, sweetie are you alright? Would you like some water?" The blonde asks releasing Jean's waist and standing next to the old woman watching as Jean's jaw clinched then shifted into a smirk.

"I'm fine darling, just fine." The redhead says suddenly cupping the blonde's cheek and sending her a mental image of the old wrinkled couple naked causing the blonde to almost gag.

The older woman turns to Emma noticing the reaction. "Oh are you alright honey, you look sick. Here, if it's your stomach I've got some tums. The coffee here upsets my husband's stomach from time to time too." She says extending the roll to the blonde who stares at the package looking very offended. The old woman just smiles and hands it Jean. "Here honey, give these to your partner when she's in a better mood."

Jean shakes her head as her eyes widen. "Oh,... no mam….we….-," The elderly woman just smiles and pats the redhead's hand. "It's alright honey, my granddaughter brings her lady friend home all the time. Can't help who ya love. Don't be too hard on her alright." She says taking her husband's hand and slowly walking toward the counter.

Jean and Emma just stand there staring at one another until the blonde laughs. "Well… honey…, we should probably get back to the team, don't want them to get the wrong idea do we?" Jean takes a deep breath and smiles. "Of course…sugar bear." She says with a wink.

Emma would never admit it to anyone, but she felt more comfortable with Jean in her mind than she did talking with people in person. The redhead always put her at ease at least back then anyway. Now the woman only put her on edge, especially with the constant nose bleeds that she kept to herself, not wanting to alarm the team.

She could understand Jean's position of not wanting to be anywhere near her considering what happened with Scott, but she couldn't keep denying that she felt something for the blonde, even if it was just lust, there was something there that she wasn't dealing with.

The blonde left work early that day deciding to step up her efforts with the redhead, but not before visiting an old friend and calling in a favor. She had to at the very least get the woman to admit to her feelings, but for that she needed to find a way to get near the redhead without telepathically be turned away.

She went to visit Erik Lehnsherr. The blonde needed some hope. He once told her that he would answer any request she had in appreciation for her work on Genosha. She was ready to call in the favor, a multi-billion dollar favor.

Back at the institute

She got a hold of Jean's schedule for the week and decided on the appropriate moment to make her move. It was dangerous, but she was running out of time and patience with the reluctant X-woman.

Jean was fed up with the blonde's behavior as well. She just wanted to be left alone. Of course Emma was gorgeous everyone knew that, but what kind of woman would people take Jean for if she tried to make friends with the woman who stole her husband from her and seemed to be proud of it. Then there was the fact that she wanted to do more than just befriend that blonde and that was a huge problem.

The Phoenix within the redhead was overflowing with anger, passion, rage, jealously and lust all directed toward the blonde. The entity did as it had always done. It took Jean's emotions, desires, thoughts, fantasies, and feelings and poured napalm all over them. Then it put them in a nuclear reactor and let them cook.

Jean was finding it harder and harder to control herself around Emma. She wasn't just concerned about her own mental health, but also the physical health of the blonde. There was no telling what the Phoenix would do to the woman if she lost control and it took over. She wasn't fond of the blonde, but she also didn't want the woman dead either.

She'd heard the blonde mention the dreams to her a few times telepathically. Of course she ignored her, but it was proof that they were connected somehow. She wasn't sure when it happened exactly but their minds had gotten linked on some level and Emma was seeing her dreams….well the Phoenix's versions of her dreams.

Jean wondered why the blonde was so adamant to engage the Phoenix after what she had seen. At the end of each sexual encounter the blonde was killed, and not humanely either. The Phoenix favored ripping the blonde's body in half after fucking her to death. What was Emma so excited about? She knew the woman liked things a little rough based on the things she showed her from the Hellfire club, but this wasn't just rough sexual play this was cold-blooded, calculated murder. It was suicide.

The Gym

The redhead felt the blonde immediately as soon as she walked through the foyer doors. She was on the other side of the building in the gym past the soccer field. Jean took a deep breath and focused on the kids. An hour had passed and the blonde hadn't come out to the gym and watched her like she had gotten accustomed to, but something was different she also couldn't sense her either. 'Maybe Emma left for the day. Yeah that's it, she probably had to go back to work or something. I can enjoy a few more hours without her pestering me.' Jean thinks to herself.

The redhead worked with the kids for the remainder of the day, feeling more and more at ease, not feeling the blonde's presence. It was about 6 pm when she finished her last class for the day. Some of the kids had forgotten to pack up the equipment in the shed, so she got to work telekinetically lifting everything and putting it inside.

As she began to walk away she heard something loud fall inside the shed. So she walks back over and can suddenly hear giggling through the door. The redhead smiled and shook her head as she knocked on the door. The teens always liked to sneak in there and make out after hours.

"Alright guys, I'm not sure who's in there, but I suggest you leave soon. It's going to rain tonight and the rats like to hide in there." She says as the giggling continues. She takes a deep breath and smirks as she opens the door.

"Okay come…on…" The redhead says as she steps inside and looks around with a puzzled expression. She can hear the giggling again but from the vaulting horse in the back of the shed. She walks toward them then telepathically lifts the top off. There was no one inside.

The shed suddenly goes dark as the door closes.

"Hey this is no time for games guys, who's in here?" Jean yells.

"This isn't a game Tiger." The redhead is frozen as she hears the blonde's voice. How had the woman gotten in there without her sensing her presence? Jean turned to face the vaulting horse as she took deep breaths and tried to compose herself. She could feel the Phoenix awakening every second that passed.

"You've been avoiding me Jean. You've got a good reason to. I took your husband from you, it's understandable. What kind of woman hangs out with her husband's mistress? I get it, believe me I do. But what I don't get…." The blonde says quietly as she turns on the light in the shed.

"…..is why you dream about having amazing sex with a woman who's presence you can't seem to tolerate for more than a minute. Those are your dreams are they not?" The blonde asks taking a few more steps toward the statue like silhouette of the redhead. She can already feel the room filling with heat as the waves waft off of Jean's body.

"Oh still giving me the silent treatment huh? That's alright, I happen to enjoy the sound of my voice, so I'll just speak for you." The blonde says defiantly.

"Emma, I've wanted you for a long time. Those little mental field trips you and I took every week finally started getting to me and I wanted to know more. No….I wanted to feel more. I wanted to know what is was like for those people from your past. What it felt like to fuck you, to be fucked by you. I wanted you to show me why they crowned you the White Queen. Does that about sum things up?"

Jean breaths from her nose trying to figure out what she needs to do get out of the situation. She still couldn't sense the blonde telepathically. She tried to send the woman away like she'd done before, but it wasn't working this time. She'd previously been able to penetrate the blonde's mind even in her diamond form when she focused hard enough. She was losing control of body every second she stood there listening to the woman.

"Do you remember the day you found Scott and me together Tiger? I'm sure you do. I won't ever forget it. You finally got the chance to open the vault of my mind and see everything I had been keeping from you. Every gasp, moan, and orgasm, every lustful moment of satisfaction filling up your being. It felt good didn't it? Everything that little firefly inside you wanted to sample was suddenly on the table. I think that was day this connection between us started."

Jean's head turned to the side so quickly it looked like it would snap off. The blonde stopped walking, as one glowing golden amber orb stared at her.

Emma took a deep breath and continued talking; at least she had the woman's attention, she decided to change her tactics. "You don't have to keep fighting anymore Jean. I'm right here…..and…..and I've missed you. Remember how much we used to enjoy talking with one another. I've missed your voice in my mind. You were the first one that I allowed to see me Jean, the real me. You were the first one who touched me and didn't cringe. The first one who didn't judge me based on my past."

The blonde took a cautious step forward as the redhead lowered her chin and gritted her teeth like an animal ready to pounce. The blonde lifted her hand about to touch the redhead's shoulder. "I've…..missed touching….y-,"

In a flash the redhead turns around grabbing the blonde by the throat. She's holding the woman firmly, but she can still breathe.

"Why….Why can't you just leave me alone? What do you want?" The redhead whispers her hot smoldering breath almost singing the hairs from the blonde's face.

"I want you." The blonde says softly quickly taking the redhead's face between her hands and bringing their lips together. Jean's eyes are wide and glowing as Emma tries to deepen the kiss sucking Jean's bottom lip into her mouth involuntarily causing it to open; the blonde smoothly slips her tongue inside and grabs the back of Jean's neck forcing her tongue deeper into her mouth.

The blonde moans as Jean's eyes slowly close and her hand tightens around her throat. Emma begins to choke as the redhead lifts the woman off the ground with one hand pulling their lips apart. She stares into the blonde's fearful eyes as her own begin to glow even more intensely.

"Who…..the fuck…..do you think you are?" Jean says as the blonde grabs a hold of the woman's wrist trying to pull herself up so she can breathe.

"J….Je…Jean…please…" Emma tries to get out as Jeans squeezes harder.

The redhead smirks and pulls the blonde in close to her face. "Mmm, that's good. You're begging." She says darkly laughing under her breath. "I like that. I didn't think your arrogance had a ceiling. Well, since you now have my undivided attention, let me ask you a question? What made you think I wanted Scott's sloppy seconds, huh?"

She says turning her head so that her scorching hot ear is pressed to the blonde's trembling lips as she squeezes her neck a little tighter. "Huh….what, what's that…..I can't understand you?" She angrily lifts the woman back into the air and takes a deep breath. "You…disgust me, you know that. So weak, pathetic, and desperate for attention that you have to parade around half naked so people will notice you."

She smiles at the blonde. "Don't get me wrong, you obviously got the job done, I'm mean look where you are. This ….is what you wanted right. I thought my dreams would have been enough for you though, I guess not huh. The endings are my favorite part. It's delicious ripping you apart over and over again every night. That look of dread and desperation on your face is just precious."

She closes her eyes and opens them quickly like she just thought of something that she had forgotten. "Oh….What do you think that limp-dicked prick Scott? Do you think he loves you, that he cares about you? He doesn't you know. He didn't care about me either. You are just a wet gash for him to fuck when his dick decides to get hard. He could fuck a dog and not know the difference. Wretched excuse for a husband unimaginative in bed too, but I'm sure you're schooling him in that area."

Emma blinks rapidly as the redhead suddenly drops her to the floor. "That was a smart move using Erik's helmet by the way. You surprised me. I wondered what you were going to try next. I think they call it "peacocking" when someone goes to the lengths that you have to get someone's attention. It was….entertaining…. and for that I will let you live, but if you come anywhere near me again…."

Jean telekinetically lifts the blonde to her feet they are nose to nose. "I….will….end you." The redhead suddenly grabs the back of Emma's neck and pulls her into a smoldering hot kiss. The blonde moans into the kiss and tries to caress Jean's face. She removes the helmet and sends the redhead a few fantasies of her own telepathically. Jean feels her body responding as a powerful ache beneath her waist illicits a moan of her own. Suddenly the blonde is telekinetically launched into the shed doors.

"Consider that a parting gift." Jean says wiping her lips with her thumb watching with golden eyes as the blonde quickly gets to her feet panting trying to catch her breath. "Tiger, please, I want you…..I …need you….desperately. And you want me to. I know you do." She whispers as the redhead turns her back to the woman and psychically pushes her outside. "If you value your life, stay away from me." Jean says calmly as she floats Erik's helmet out the door as her eyes turn green she turns toward the blonde with tears in her eyes. "I mean it Emma, don't do anything like this again. I don't want to kill you." Her eyes suddenly flash golden amber. "But I do, and don't worry baby, it'll be just like in my dreams. I'll even let you choose how I do it, because I'm a romantic like that." She says puckering her lips winking at the blonde as the shed door slams shut.

~ I hope we see you soon and…. the firefly thing is cute; If you come back I'll show how hot I can be. ~ The Phoenix darkly whispers.

Emma stands there staring at the shed door with a nervous smile on her face. She takes a deep breath and heads back to the mansion looking down at the helmet in her hands. She puts it on as she thinks to herself. 'If she really wanted to kill me, she'd have done it already. No, that's not what she wants. She kissed me. Was that her or the Phoenix?' She smiles to herself. 'Two for one, I should have asked Hugo for more.'

She reaches the mansion door and looks back at the shed. "So it's the firefly I have to worry about then. I wonder what she meant about those dreams, sure they've been violent but she's never killed me in them. Hum kinky." She sees the redhead come out of the shed and thinks to herself. 'I hope to see you soon Tiger, I have to you.'

TBC…