Title: Greed

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: PG-13

Notes: This chapter is from Jean's POV. There might be a Greed part 2, haven't decided yet.

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

Jean quickly heads back to her apartment making herself practically invisible by distracting everyone she encountered on her way there. It seemed like the entire school heard about her taking Emma to the medical bay.

The redhead thought she had gotten to her apartment unnoticed when the professor's voice crept into her mind.

~** Jean are you alright? What happened to….. **~

She took a deep breath as she unlocked her door and went inside.

~ I'm fine. She was hurt, so I took her to the medical bay …~ She closed her eyes hoping that would be enough. She was still trying to process what happened between them and had no idea how to explain it to anyone, nor did she want to.

~** Jean, you were the last one seen with her. **~

She felt her heart beating at the speed of light. Fortunately for her she's never alone. Her eyes quickly flashed gold.

~ Charles, it would be best of you discussed things with Emma when she awakens. Hank informed me that she was stable so you should be able to speak with her soon. Now with all due respect I've had a tiring day and would like some time to myself. ~ She says as she reaches into her pocket taking out the bushel of the blonde's hair inhaling the scent.

Charles is silent for a moment. The redhead's eyes are still amber.

~** It seems that's the only option at the moment. I was hoping you'd be able to shed some light on the situation. Well, if you should think of anything that you think would be of help, don't hesitate to contact me. **~

~ You'll be the first. ~

Jean's eyes shift back to green as she lies down in her bed and takes a deep breath.

~ ** One last thing Jean, I'm not sure if you have any travel plans scheduled this week, but it would be helpful if you stayed around… to help out. Emma had a few classes she was supposed to teach and we'll need a substitute until she's back on her feet. **~

She puts her hand over her chest and closes her eyes.

~ No problem, Professor, just send me the schedule. ~ Jean says as she waits for her mind to go quiet again.

She knows he suspects her. And he wouldn't be wrong. Emma's in that condition because of her. She takes a few deep breaths trying to compose herself as images of the last hour with Emma flash through her mind. She'd actually done it…well technically the Phoenix had, but it was still her body.

'God, what if Hank wouldn't have been able to bring her back?' She thought to herself. 'Why couldn't you just leave me alone? This wouldn't have happened if you'd just stayed away from me like I asked you to. Why couldn't you?'

Jean's eyes become heavily lidded as she remembers the feel of the blonde's lips against hers. The sound of her voice as she confessed through the pain the Phoenix inflicted on her. It was clear that Emma had wanted her for just as long as she wanted Emma, but after being in her mind again, she saw that it wasn't just selfish lust and greed that drove her. Somewhere down the line the blonde began to care about her. She even began wanting to love her.

Jean shook the thought from her mind. It was impossible. There was just no way.

Right then and there the redhead made up her mind that she would stay away from Emma at all costs; in spite of how good it felt being so close to her. She wouldn't risk something like that happening again. She'd just go back to what she was doing before and put the blonde out of her mind. After all, she promised herself that it would be just the one time, and it was just to satisfy the Phoenix.

She sighed getting chills as she looked at the bushel of hair in her hand stroking it with her thumb, remembering the feel and smell of Emma's long platinum blonde hair against her skin the scent of jasmine and lilies and something else that she couldn't identify taking her back to that moment when their bodies were flush against one another.

Jean is in a trance suddenly reliving the moment, the warmth and softness of Emma's skin the salty sweet taste of her juices in her mouth. She licks her lips and gulps taking a deep breath blinking rapidly shaking her head. She had to stop before she drove herself crazy, but she couldn't deny how good the woman felt.

She gets up from the bed walks into the bathroom and stares into the mirror. "Just one time, that's all I wanted. I….we don't have to think about her anymore. It's finished. I doubt she'll want anything to do with me after that. It's over. She's finally out of my hair." Green eyes suddenly shift into amber gold.

Phoenix smirks. "This is just the beginning. She'll be back and I'll be waiting. There is no way she'll be able to resist."

Jean's eyes shift back to green as she furrows her brow still staring into the mirror. She takes a deep breath and goes to turn on the shower. She suddenly hears the blonde's voice in her head.

"You didn't want to be an option."

She shakes her head and begins to take short panting breaths. "I'm not going to do this to myself. It's over. It's over. I had her. It's done. Scott can…" She takes a deep slow breath full of anger. "Scott… who the hell does he think he is?" She mimics him in a child's voice. "I can't believe you did this Jean….humph…asshole. You have no idea what I did." Her eyes suddenly widen. "What if she tells him what happened between us?" She shakes her head. "No, no she wouldn't do that. She's the one who initiated all this." The redhead takes a relieved breath and steps into the shower.

'It's gonna be fine, just fine. I'm going to stay away from her. She's going to stay away from me. We both got what we wanted. Everything is going to be alright.' She tells herself as she unconsciously continues to stroke the bushel of Emma's hair in her hand.

After showering she gets into bed gently rubbing the hair against her cheek. She can't sleep the thoughts of Emma's toned, warm body have her entranced. Jean softly traces her lips with her index finger remembering their first kiss. Even back then she wanted more.

A year and a half ago…

Reykjavik, Iceland

Jean and Emma arrive at a local inn at 11 pm in the evening after trekking over 20 miles from the drop zone. They were on assignment following a mutant spy who had defected from the US. In this particular town, women weren't allowed to be anywhere without being accompanied by a man. They flipped a coin and agreed that Jean could be the man.

"I'll allow it this time Tiger, but if I find out you manipulated the coin there will be hell to pay later." Emma says looking at Jean out of the corner of her eye as they enter the inn.

"Cool it Frosty, you can be the man next time. We have work to do." Jean said as she projected an image of them into the minds of everyone in the inn. To on-lookers they were a newly-wed couple enjoying their first backpacking trip together. Jean was a tall well built Nordic blonde man with blue eyes and just for shits and giggles Emma was a light haired redhead, still beautiful of course. She laughed at the clerk as she looked into his mind to see what images Jean projected into their minds.

"Are you kidding me Tiger, was this the best you could come up with?" The blonde says.

The clerk bows his head. "My apologies madame, I know my establishment is not the best in town, but I promise you we have the best food this side of the coast."

Emma opens her mouth to speak, but Jean speaks first. "Forgive my wife sir. She spoke out of turn, this place is just fine. Can you show us to our room please?"

They follow the man up an old staircase.

~Why did you interrupt me, I was just going to inform the man that I wasn't speaking to him? ~ Emma asks.

~ Because we are in a foreign land and don't need to draw any attention to ourselves. They don't get many tourists here. That clerk will likely remember the people who give him any trouble. ~ She says taking Emma's arm as the clerk hands her the key to their room.

Jean smiles and bows to him and nudges Emma to do the same. The blonde goes into the room first. The clerk motions for Jean's attention. She closes the door and he leans in close.

"You seem like a strong young man. Your wife reminds me of my Elia, may she rest in peace. Make sure to keep her flower watered." The man says suddenly grabbing Jean's crotch. She remains calm and smiles. "Women like her never change. She will stay loyal for life if you keep her happy. Trust me son. You two enjoy yourselves."

Jean shakes her head as she walks into the room to see Emma undressing. She quickly averts her eyes. "What was that all about?" The blonde asks. Jean clears her throat. "Oh nothing, the clerk just wanted to pass along some Icelandic wisdom "man to man". Emma chuckles raising a curious eyebrow as she slyly gets behind Jean trying to look over her shoulder. She lays her breasts against the redhead's back.

Jean swallows hard as she turns to see Emma's face a few inches from hers. "What are you doing Frost?" Emma moves around her and Jean sees that she has no bra on and quickly puts her head down.

"Don't be shy Tiger. We're both women, you've got a set of your own don't you? I just wanted to see what kind of weapons you packed since you wouldn't show me back the institute." Jean takes a deep breath and stays focused on keeping eye contact. "It's the same as your pack. I just added a few stun darts and an inhibitor collar since we don't know if this guy has extra abilities that we hadn't planned for."

Emma moves in close and examines the contents for herself. "Hum, I guess you're not as fun as I thought you'd be." Jean furrows her brow. "What do you mean? What did you bring?"

The blonde smirks as she walks over to her bag. "Things a woman must have if she goes on a long trip to keep her stress level low." Jean shakes her head as Emma pulls out a vibrator and some self heating lubricant. "I've got some other toys if you're interested; we are supposed to be married are we not. I don't know about you but I take my missions seriously." Emma says as she looks at Jean seductively.

"Yes well you are more than welcome to play your part. Men aren't usually very vocal so my parts easy." The redhead says watching Emma walk into the bathroom. "So Scott isn't doing it for you these days, huh?" She turns on the shower.

"I didn't say that. Look let's just focus on the mission alright. Our intel says that the mutant we are looking for is staying in this inn." Jean hears the vibrator turn on.

She can hear the blonde moaning. "Emma are you listening?"

"Mmm….keep….going….Tiger." The blonde says with a breathy moan. Jean felt a slight shiver and ache beneath her waist at the utterance of her words. She stared at the bathroom door as Emma continued to moan. She shook her head and continued trying to give the blonde more information about the mission.

"So he…uhhh, seems to only vibrate, I mean operate inside…uh in the evening. So that gives us a 12 hour window." She stops talking as Emma moans louder, her voice echoing in the bathroom.

"What's the matter Tiger…don't….stop….please don't stop." Jean had had enough, she walks into the bathroom. "I can't concentrate with you…"

She shakes her head and laughs to herself seeing Emma sitting on the toilet seat filing her nails smirking at her. "Did you like that baby?" The blonde says winking at her. Jean sighs and walks back to her bed.

"Oh come on Tiger, admit it. You enjoyed that didn't you?" She says following her out of the bathroom. "Put a shirt or something on please. We have work to do." Emma smiles seeing a small smirk come across the redhead's lips. She mocks the redhead. "We have work to do.' You sound like that stiff necked husband of yours, no wonder you're bored."

"Emma can we please lay off my personal life. Scott and I are just fine alright. Now let's get ready. The mission starts in two hours." Emma laughs and speaks under her breath. "I bet if Scott took that clerks advice we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Jean stands up and turns toward the blonde. "What was that…?" "Oh nothing, I just said I look forward to the mission so we can have more boring conversations." Emma says as she walks toward the door. "Alrighty, I'm going to scout. See you downstairs, I'm on channel 69." She says winking at Jean as she closes the door behind her.

Jean puts down her tablet and stares at the door. She couldn't help but smile. She hated how Emma knew just how to get under her skin, but she also enjoyed it too. Of course Emma was just being playful earlier, but Jean couldn't deny how turned on she was hearing Emma say her name like that. She would have a much happier marriage is Scott was more bold and playful.

She radioed Emma before she left the room.

"Jean…target located. Bring the darts. And wear something flannel." She put her hand up to her ear. "What? Why?" Emma sighs. "Just do it alright." Jean shakes her head and goes back into the room to grab a red flannel shirt.

She got suited up and walked down stairs to the pub. Emma was nowhere to be found. Fortunately their target was exactly where he was supposed to be. Jean walked over to the bar and sat down. The bartender puts a dirty pitcher of beer in front of her.

"Haven't seen you around here before." The target says watching Jean pick up the pitcher not looking at him. She remains silent trying to stomach the disgusting beverage.

"Hey don't you hear me talking to you?" The man says. Jean continues to ignore him. She can smell the liquor on his breath. This would make things a lot easier. Emma was smart to have her bring the darts.

He's just about to grab Jean's shoulder when Emma comes walking in from the bathroom. The target notices her right away and stands to his feet grabbing her arm as she passes by. "Hey baby, where you from?" Emma yelps and tries to pull away. "I asked you a question woman. Don't you know the rules around here?"

The bartender reaches under the bar, but Jean looks him in the eye and shakes her head.

~ Now Tiger, do it now. ~ Emma whispers.

Jean gets up from her seat and walks over to them grabbing the man's shoulder. To his eye's Jean was at least a foot taller than he was. He looks over to a picture above the bar and sees the picture of a man with a red flannel shirt on next to a huge reindeer.

Emma grabs Jean and pulls her into a smoldering kiss. The redhead's eyes widen until she feels the blonde reaching into her shirt pocket to get the darts. She relaxes into the kiss. The bartender smiles at them. The target pulls them apart as Emma loads the gun behind her back.

"I don't care who you are. I saw that woman first." He prepares to punch Jean, but she moves first as Emma gets behind her and discreetly hits him with the dart as Jean's fist connects with his face. He drops to the floor. The bartender nods his head and crosses his arms.

"I'll take him back to his room. You two enjoy the rest of your stay here." The bartender says winking at Jean.

The clerk sees them both walk toward the stairs and nods his chin at Jean. "Hey there I bet you're happy to have such a strapping young man as your husband huh? You take good care him little lady."

Emma pats Jean on the ass. "Oh I will." She says winking at the old man.

~Did you put the tracker on the dart? ~ Jean asks not wanting to make eye contact.

~ Of course I did. You alright Tiger? ~ Emma asks. She can see how tense Jean seems to be.

They enter the room. Jean goes straight to bathroom and closes the door. Emma walks to the door and knocks. "Jean, are you okay, you seem a bit edgy." The redhead swallows hard as she stares into the mirror, desperately trying to convince herself that what happened downstairs was just for the mission. "I'm fine." She says quickly.

Emma shrugs her shoulders and walks over to her bed. As soon as she sits down the bed caves in. She regains her balance and smiles as she looks at the bathroom door then to Jean's bed. She quickly changes into a silk night gown and gets into her bed.

Jean takes a few more deep breaths and walks out of the bathroom to see Emma in her bed. "Wha…" She gets out as the scantily clad blonde points to her caved in bed. She pats the spot next to her. "We are newly-weds aren't we Tiger? You see how well we work together don't you?" She says alluringly as she rubs the spot and arches her eyebrow.

Jean swallows hard and smiles as she starts to change her clothes. Emma claps her hands like a child. "Oh goodie dinner and a show." Jean sighs. "Cut it out, will ya."

Emma lays back on the bed and puts her hands under her head. "Can't cut it out, it will grow right back." Jean rolls her eyes and crawls into bed. "Stay on your side."

Emma pouts. "But it's so cold over here." She immediately scoots over and cuddles against Jean's back. The redhead elbows her. "Come on Tiger we're both women and its Iceland. What's the harm in cuddling for body heat?" Jean sighs and closes her eyes. "Fine."

Emma drapes her arm over Jean's waist and feels her shiver as she pulls her body in closer. The blonde softly presses her lips to the back of her neck. Jean's eyes fly open. "What are you doing?"

The blonde sighs with a soft moan. "Thanking you for that delicious kiss earlier." She begins to softly run her fingertips up Jean's thigh. The redhead takes a deep breath as she stops her hand from moving. "It was just a kiss Frosty, don't think too much of it. Don't get me wrong, you're cute….very cute, but infidelity doesn't do anything for me. Unlike you I have someone at home who loves me and I love him. Scott and I love each other; nothing is going to change that."

Emma takes a deep breath and removes her hand from Jean's thigh. "That's too bad. Seemed like you enjoyed it as much as I did. I wonder if he ever made you feel that way."

Jean tries to maintain her composure.

"Would you like to hear a secret Tiger?" Emma whispers. As Jean closes her eyes feeling like her heart is about to leap from her chest every cell in her body wanting to drink in the woman behind her. She feels Emma's soft mental touch and lets down her walls for a moment.

~ He can't make you feel like this because what you're feeling right now…is us. ~

Jean clinches her jaw as her chest begins to ache. Her voice is choked yet firm.

"Good night Emma."

Jean squeezes her fist so tight she almost draws blood as she feels the blonde's breath on her neck for a moment, before her entire body goes cold as Emma turn's away from her. She wanted to cry at that moment.

They came back to the institute in silence. Jean knew she had to make sure she wasn't alone with Emma again. She wasn't sure if she could control herself because deep down, she knew the blonde was right.

TBC...