Title: Gluttony (part 1)

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: NC-17

Notes: When too much is just enough. Gluttony is interesting especially for someone like Emma.

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

2 days left

Emma sits in her office at the institute after another session with Sophie. Her young pupil was really getting the hang of the shielding techniques the blonde taught her. The blonde bombshell had a talent for knowing how to motivate people. It wasn't just her telepathic abilities it was her innate intuition and unorthodox methods of getting to the heart of a person's desires that really did the trick. Sophie and Jean happened to have something in common…..a love of women's breasts.

It didn't take the blonde tween long to get the hang of her mental projections with the top heavy blonde as her tutor.

"Alright Sophie that's enough for today, you're doing an excellent job, but don't get too ahead of yourself. There's a lot more you need to learn before you can move into telepathically communicating with others and shielding at the same time. If you keep pushing yourself you'll hurt someone." The blonde said as she walked the young girl to the door.

"I've got it Miss Frost; I just got to focus on what I want right? I know what I want." She said looking at the blonde's chest. "I want to be big like you when I grow up."

"Drink plenty of milk and marry rich." The blonde tells her with an amused look on her face as the young girl furrows her brow with a confused expression on her face. "You've got a few years before you need to think about such things, now run along. I'll see you next week." Emma says as Sophie leaves her office and she closes the door behind her.

The blonde puts her head down and walks back to her seat behind her desk putting her head against the headrest. She takes a deep breath as she stares at the ceiling her thoughts on the ever illusive Jean Grey.

Since the ambush in the shed the redhead stepped up her efforts to keep the blonde away from her. The excruciating pain in Emma's mind would increase if she even looked in the redhead's direction. Not just that but her nose began to bleed if she came within 20 feet of her.

Emma began to lose hope, she only had two days left and there was a major stipulation of the contract that hadn't been met. The blonde pulled the document out of her desk and read it.

…Jean Grey must come to Emma Frost of her own accord once the declaration of sexual intent has been made, heard, and received.

Twelve days had come and gone, with no word from Jean. Emma wasn't about to give up, there were billions of dollars at stake. So she took out her frustration on her boyfriend.

The day after Emma ambushed Jean in the shed, Scott found his way back into the blonde's bed. It had nothing to do with him of course Emma just needed to feel like she was in control again. Every time she felt Jean warn her away, she sought out Scott to reassure her of her sexual prowess. He was in heaven for an entire week, so much so that he forgot to ask his girlfriend about what happened between her and Jean.

Every time someone walked past Emma's door they could hear the lovers going at it. Then one day it just stopped. The blonde kicked him out but didn't give him a reason why.

Scott fell asleep in her bed that night. She was wide awake staring at the ceiling when she heard a soft whisper in her mind.

~ Why did you choose him? ~

She recognized it right away. It was Jean. The flow of emotional communication was cut off before she could respond. The voice was full of sadness, regret, anger, rejection and passion. The blonde felt a terrible pain in her chest, like her heart was breaking. She sat up in bed and took a deep breath. She almost wanted to cry, but couldn't understand why. These couldn't have been the blonde's own feelings.

It felt like her breath was leaving her body of its own volition. She closed her eyes as a memory flashed across her mind. Two weeks before the redhead left the institute she went to go speak with her. The blonde walked into Jean's office while she was packing and suddenly she was left breathless as green eyes met blue. The look on Jean's face was full of sorrow and pain, at that moment her mind and heart were open to the blonde; Emma felt exactly the same emotions she currently feeling.

The blonde thinks to herself as she sits up with her back now against the headboard. 'I didn't say anything to her. I knew what I felt, but I just turned around and left. I wanted to talk to her. Why didn't I?" The blonde smiles and closes her eyes thinking over the past few weeks. "You wouldn't let me." The woman takes a deep breath. "You forced me to leave. How could I have forgotten that?"

Emma opens her eyes and looks over at Scott as a frown spreads across her face. "You were just a distraction." She whispers sighing to herself.

Jean Grey

Jean was an emotional mess after the incident in the shed.

She couldn't get Emma off of her mind. The redhead hadn't imagined things could get any worse than they had already been, but they were. She could barely concentrate and ended up having to carry the bushel of the blonde's hair with her every where she went taking sniffs of it in dark corners like a junky.

Every time she closed her eyes she felt Emma's soft lips and warm tongue in her mouth. She practically had to bolt down her bed at night as the fantasies the blonde planted in her mind had side effects namely intensely wet dreams and spontaneous bouts of masturbatory activities. Jean felt like a stalker watching the blonde from a far. Whenever she got within 20 feet of the woman she felt the Phoenix trying to break free of her psychic cage. She wanted the blonde more than life itself, but her pride also couldn't let her give in to her new found desire for the woman.

"How greedy can the woman be Ro?" Jean exclaimed to her friend in her rooftop greenhouse. "I mean she already has Scott, what the hell is she thinking? It's sick, is what it is." She said as Ororo laughed and smiled softly as she friend scowled at her.

"What, what's so funny Ro, I'm serious. Isn't that nuts, why would she even think I'd go for something like that?" Ororo stares at her best friend as the woman crosses her arms.

"Jean we've been sitting up here for two hours and all you have spoken about is Emma Frost. If you weren't seriously considering her offer, you wouldn't have brought it up. I certainly didn't ask, you volunteered it. So what are you going to do about it?" The redhead's jaw drops as she blinks rapidly, gulping as she turns her eyes away from Storm's cool blue overly intuitive orbs.

She was appalled and disgusted by the blonde's offer. She wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole in spite of the deliciously mind-blowing searing kiss they shared in the shed. The redhead had only done that to appease the Phoenix. If she hadn't she was sure the Ifrit-like entity would have killed the blonde right where she stood. She just didn't want to waste time on a funeral, that was all, but then again who would care if Emma Frost died she thought to herself.

'I would care. I would care if she died. Why did you choose him Emma? I was there too, was I too plain to see?' She sighed and jumped a bit as Ororo touched her shoulder snapping the redhead out of her mental musings. "Oh sorry Ro, I'm gonna go okay, I'm sure she's gone to bed by now so I probably won't see her on the way to my apartment. Thanks for listening." Ororo stood up and the women embraced as they pulled apart, Ororo took Jean's face between her hands. "You deserve happiness too Jean, in whatever form it takes, no matter what I will support you." She says kissing her chastely on the lips as Jean sighs and nods.

She left the weather goddess's greenhouse deep in thought. 'I just don't understand Emma; we were getting close weren't we. I enjoyed having you in my mind just as much as you enjoyed having me in yours, I know you did. We even kissed during that away mission, of course it was just to distract our target, but it still felt good, right, you told me so. So why Scott and not me? I do care that you stole my husband from me, but it hurts more that it was him and not me. I was so angry when I saw you two together, I still am.'

She got even more infuriated as she walked past the blonde's room that night. You didn't need a glass against the door to hear her and Scott fucking like rabbits. The redhead shook her head as she whispered to herself. "And that's why the Phoenix wants your head on a platter you arrogant bitch."

Later that night, the blonde's fantasies flowed into Jean's mind again and she awoke with tears as at the end of the blonde's visions, the redhead could feel Emma holding her so closely, so tightly, like her life depended on it, they lay together drinking in one another's warmth having bonded their consciousnesses exchanging peaceful quiet loving thoughts of love. It was too much for the redhead.

She sat up and stared at the wall opposite her bed and thought of Emma. Jean wasn't expecting to get a response especially considering the fact that the blonde was preoccupied. But she did.

~ Jean I'm…~

The redheaded telepath immediately cut off the communication and grabbed the lock of hair from her night stand feeling the Phoenix surge within her at the blonde's mental whisper. "I'm sorry Em." Jean whispers as she sniffs the hairs.

The two telepaths spent that next week in virtual solitude. The blonde kicked Scott out of her apartment again. The man practically set up camp outside of her door, but for some reason never saw her. It took him three days to remember that his girlfriend was a telepath and had manipulated his eye sight so he never saw her leave her apartment. He was pissed. After a week of constant sex sometimes 3 or 4 times a day, then to be suddenly cut off, he's was feening for the blonde.

The redhead was much more covert and watched the blonde from afar. She'd wait until the woman was distracted before she snuck past her and found a better spot to watch the woman from. She wanted her, everyday her passion grew stronger and fiercer, but so did the Phoenix's. The angry entity wanted the blonde in an entirely different way and in spite of the redhead's change of heart; the Phoenix was still focused on fulfilling her gruesome agenda.

The day before the deadline however Jean had had enough.

Emma's Faculty Office.

The blonde gets a knock on the door; she knows who it is before she opens it. She takes a deep breath as she stares at her boyfriend.

"Can we talk?" He asks with his head slightly downcast. She parts her lips cleaning her teeth with her tongue as she looks him up and down with lidded eyes. "About what?" she says sounding very annoyed placing her hand on her hip.

A small smirk appears on his face as his eyes lock onto hers behind his ruby shades. She takes a deep breath rolling her eyes as they fall down to the bulge in his pants. She was in need right at that moment wanting to get her mind off the inevitable loss of her multi-billion contract as well as the fact that the one she really wanted didn't want her anywhere near her. She takes a few steps back as he enters the room and closes the door behind him.

He quickly grabs her hips and pulls her into a messy kiss. "I missed you. I need you." He whispers as she pulls his shirt over his head but leaving it over his sunglass covered eyes. She pulls him toward her desk as she unbuttons his pants and pushes him down onto the desk. The blonde mounts him in an ungodly amount of time; it had to have been less than a second.

He grabs her thighs as she rides him hard. "Fuck, I missed you….I can't take being aw…" He's interrupted as she pulls him up to a sitting position grabbing a fist full of the hair at the back of his head and yanking hard.

"Shut up Scott." She says sternly as she closes her eyes trying to concentrate. She was enjoying the feeling of having Summers inside of her but she also felt empty inside. Jean's dreams and fantasies were just an illusion but they still felt more real than anything she had ever felt in her life sexually. No one touched her the way Jean could. She rocks harder into him trying to get her mind off the redhead. The blonde gently massages Scott's mind giving him directions. He quickly picks her up and puts her body against the wall lifting her calves over his shoulders going deeper inside of her. She moans softly as he slows down his stroke, pulling halfway out of her before forcefully thrusting himself back inside. If there was one thing Scott excelled at it was following orders. And his girlfriend was happy to give them.

The blonde wants to cry, but not from what Scott is doing, she feels so desensitized, what was going on with her today. She takes in a deep breath as he whispers in her ear. "Cum for me." He speeds up his thrusts as she sighs closing her eyes.

Suddenly she sees Jean in her mind standing between her legs where Scott was, thrusting a telekinetic cock into her. She wraps her arms around the redhead's neck as her heart begins to race. She hears Jean whispering. "I want to hear you Em. I need… to hear you baby." The woman's breath is hot on the blonde's ear. "Cum for me." Instantly the blonde's breathe hitches as she moans…

~ JEAN! ~ in her mind

Screaming out at the top of her lungs as orgasm rips through her body and tears fall from her eyes. She's trembling as her body quakes; she opens her eyes to see Scott through her tears. He's smiling impressed with himself.

He leans in and gently kisses her lips. "I love you baby." He whispers. She keeps her arms tight around his neck as she takes slow heavy breaths. Her nose feels like its running. He puts her legs down and stares at her with a look of confusion on his face. He steps out of her embrace and grabs some tissue off of a shelf handing it to her. She wipes her nose looks at the tissue and sees blood.

"Are you alright Em?" She nods her head. "Its fine, don't worry about it." She cleans her nose as she zips up her pants and walks over to Scott giving him a peck on the cheek. "Thanks I needed that."

She walks over to her desk and picks up some paperwork with her back turned to him as she sniffles. "I have a few more things to tend to today, would it be alright if we continued this later." He walks over to her and places his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you sure you're alright? You were crying. I mean not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just that you've never done that before." She quickly turns around and smiles. It's totally fake but he can't tell. She cups his stubbly cheek.

"Isn't it alright for a woman to enjoy her man in whatever way she chooses? It has been a few days since we've had sex. That has to be a new record for us." He lowers his eyes before he speaks. "It's been a week." He looks into her baby blue eyes caressing her cheek leaning in to brush his lips against hers.

"So yeah it's been awhile." He sighs kissing her again as he releases her and walks toward the door. "I guess I'll let you get to it then. Don't work to hard baby. And I do still want to talk to you." She groans at him. "Scott, please don't ruin what was an otherwise happy reunion alright." He nods his head as he leaves closing the door behind him.

The blonde stops pretending to organize her paperwork and sits on the edge of her desk with her face downcast. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath as thoughts of the redhead flash in her mind. It felt like Jean was right there, making love to her, she could feel her heart beating, the smell of her hair, the warmth of her body, the softness of her lips. What the hell was happening to her?

The mental flashes had gotten more and more intense since she confessed to the redhead what she wanted. She could still feel the vibrations of the kiss she stole from her would be lover. The blonde was taken from her thoughts by a very loud knock. She assumed it was Scott as she walked toward the door.

"I said I had things to take care of, what is it now?"

She's rendered speechless as the emerald green eyes of the redhead stare back at her. She swallows hard as Jean takes a step forward and her eyes begin shift into a golden amber glow.

TBC….