Title: Greed (part 2)
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This chapter is from Emma's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
Emma awakens in the medical bay a few hours after her encounter with Jean in intense pain.
"Don't leave me..!" She yells as Scott and Hank restrain her.
"Calm down Emma, you're alright, don't strain yourself." Hank says as he looks into her eyes. She takes a few deep breaths.
She lays back on the bio-bed as Scott gently squeezes her hand. He clears his throat and they lock eyes through his ruby shades. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but why didn't you listen to me? You should have stayed away from her."
Emma glares at him and removes her hand from his. "Stayed away from who?" Of course she knew who he was talking about, but she wasn't going to lay there and be spoken to that way.
He furrows his brow. "Uuhh…from… from Jean. Isn't she the one who did this to you?"
She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Jean didn't do a thing to me." Hank puts his eyes down and continues to check her vitals.
"What, who…how did this happen to you? Is there an intruder in the institute? We have to tell the professor." Scott says suddenly standing to his feet.
"Calm down boy scout. This is a personal matter. It has nothing to do with you. There's no intruder." Emma says to him.
"What do you mean it has nothing to do with me? You're my girlfriend. I deserve…" She interrupts him. "Mind your tongue Scott. You don't own me." She turns to Hank. "How long do I need to stay here?"
He turns to her and looks over her chart. "You should really stay off you feet for at least a week and there are few things I need to discuss with you privately." He says turning to look at her boyfriend. Summers takes a deep breath then reaches out to caress her cheek. "Just call me if you need anything."
She watches him walk out of the medical bay then stares at Hank. "Did she tell you what happened?" His eyes widen. If he wasn't covered in blue fur he'd be beet red. Hank turns away from her and clears his throat.
"She didn't give me any details; it's none of my business." "Good keep it that way. Tell me what you found." Emma says.
"I've repaired the damage to your heart. Your cervix is healing remarkably fast and you'll need to be lenient with your telepathic abilities from now on. How long have you been having these nose bleeds?"
She furrows her brow and sighs. "I've had them for about 2 months." "Since Jean returned?" He asks.
The blonde is silent. "Just tell me what's going on." She says finally as he hands her the chart. She takes a deep breath as she looks it over then gives it back to him.
"I don't know what's going on between you two, but I'd suggest you refrain from any further telepathic activities for a while." He gently puts his huge paw on her hand. "Emma, please be careful. Even without the Phoenix Jean is a class 5 mutant, that isn't something you should take for granted."
She takes a deep breath and looks away from him. "I appreciate your concern. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. Is there anything else I need to know?" He pats her hand and shakes his head. "No, just take it easy. I may not be able to revive you next time. I've alerted the professor that you will be out of commission for a while, so your classes have been covered."
She gently eases her body off of the bio-bed. Hank helps her to her feet. "Thank you Hank, for everything." He nods and helps her to the doors.
The blonde manages to make it back to her apartment without being noticed. As soon as she lies down in bed, she gets a knock on the door. She slowly picks up her cell phone as the knocking continues. Sighing heavily she calls her boyfriend who is waiting patiently at her door.
"Hey it's me, let me in."
"I'm fine Scott. I just want to be left alone alright."
"Just tell me who hurt you."
"I said it has nothing to do with you. I'm fine. Just drop it. I'll call you later in the week."
"Baby wait…I" He says as she hangs up on him. So he decides to talk through the door. "I love you Emma. And if someone hurts you, I want to know about it. That's how relationships work. I'm here for you alright." He waits and doesn't get a response. His cell phone beeps.
White Hotness:
- Great, now go away. -
Received: 7:48 pm
He shakes his head and smiles. That was his girlfriend and for better or worse he loved her. He was still completely clueless. If Jean wasn't the one who hurt her, who had? He stops as he walks away from her door and smacks himself in the head. He needed to apologize to his ex-wife. Emma said it wasn't her.
He stands in front of Jean's door and knocks.
Fifteen minutes later he found himself sitting in front of a plate of meatloaf in the cafeteria mysteriously.
Emma laid in her bed trying to sort through what had happened. Truthfully she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. All she had to go on was her body's condition. She determined that she and Jean had had sex and that the Phoenix was the initiator of the encounter.
The blonde had been in some rough spots sexually before, but she'd never been fucked to death. She took a deep breath feeling her body unconsciously respond to the memory of the redhead's scorching hot body flush against her, pulling the very life from her body cell by cell. 'Exhilarating' She thought to herself having never felt anything even remotely close that in her entire life.
Her office phone rings and she slowly gets up to answer it. "Bonjour Mademoiselle Frost, it's not like you to not check in." The French ambassador says.
"Yes, Hugo, perfect timing as always. The terms of the contract have been met. I was indisposed and couldn't contact you." Emma says feeling both relief and guilt.
"Oh, I look forward to the details mon ami." Hugo says.
"I'm sure. I'll contact you tomorrow to finalize the paperwork." Emma hangs up the phone abruptly.
She stares blankly at her desk feeling the onset of an emotion that she couldn't identify. The blonde had indeed gotten what she wanted, but she felt empty inside. She took a deep breath and walked back to her bed.
Her room was quiet. She found herself staring into the wall at the head of her bead. She didn't need telepathy to feel Jean's presence on the other side of it. Climbing into bed she slowly gets under her sheets and looks up at the ceiling contemplatively.
"I should thank you Jean. You single handedly saved my pride and my reputation in one fell swoop. You and that…." She couldn't push the words past her lips as her body suddenly fills with heat at the thought of the flamed deity. Blinking slowly she takes in a deep breath sighing as Jean's words repeat in her mind.
- I was just scared.
"What were you afraid? If there was anyone who would have understood, it was me Tiger." She breathes in through her mouth pushing her head back further into her pillow. She wanted to talk to Jean. Through all of the pain, somehow the redhead had gotten through to her in a way she hadn't expected. Part of her hoped the redhead could hear her. "I didn't want to hurt you. You have to know that. But, you rejected me. I let you in and you rejected me." She laughs darkly. "Then you asked me to counsel your husband. God, what the hell were you thinking Jean? You knew what I wanted, you knew who I wanted and you still pushed me away." She closes her eyes and is silent for a moment feeling a soft burn in her chest licking her lips. The warmth and force of the redhead's kiss still fresh in her mind.
She rolls over in bed. "We both got what we wanted right? Just once, that's all you wanted and all I needed." She sighs. "Whatever you say Tiger, whatever you say."
The blonde spent the next two days working from her office at the institute. She told Charles a story about having a physical relapse caused by an incident at the Hellfire Club. She said it was nothing for him to worry about and that she was sure it wouldn't happen again. The blonde also explained how fortunate she was that Jean came along and helped her to the medical bay. Emma scoffed at him when he chided her like one his students not believing a single word of it. After a short conversation he chose to leave well enough alone.
Every morning she'd pass Jean's door, she'd wait a few seconds hoping to hear the redhead inside. Her courage would give out when she did hear something and she'd get down the stairs as soon as she could.
Two weeks had passed since the incident. The two telepaths were practically furniture when they passed one another during school hours not even flinching at the sight of one another. But secretly the blonde took in every second in the redhead's presence. She could have put Sophie to shame remembering Jean's outfits, perfume, and even her hairstyles. She'd gotten so good she could identify her shampoo.
During team meetings she kept her eyes trained on whoever was speaking, but at the same time watching Jean out of the corner of her eye. She could tell the redhead was trying to avoid her. Technically she was doing the same thing, only at night she relived that day in her office while she gently pleasured herself. For the second time Jean had touched her in a way no one else had.
The blonde hoped maybe Jean was doing the same thing. She'd followed Hank's advice and not used her psychic abilities, but every time she saw Jean it took everything in her to not reach out to her. She longed to hear her voice in her mind like the old days.
Emma's desire for Jean was kicked into overdrive when Logan returned from one of his longer missions to see that the one person he'd always wanted was now available.
The blonde watched them from a safe distance.
"Red…" He says taking in a deep breath. "You're back. I can't believe you're back." Logan walks down the first floor hallway towards her holding out his arms. He gently enfolds his arms around her quietly sniffing her hair. "God it's been a long time. I missed ya." He holds her arms and looks into her eyes. His blue eyes are a flame with love, adoration, sympathy. "Are ya stayin?"
She softly smiles at him, as their eyes lock. "I'm not running away Logan, not anymore."
Emma's jaw clinches as she watches them stare into one another's eyes.
TBC…