Title: Sloth

Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies

Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.

Rating: R

Notes: Have you ever tried to ignore someone you dislike? Or how about someone you like, it's quite the task. I've been super busy, working on posting more often, life is amazing.

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

The blonde swallows hard as her breathing quickens suddenly blinking rapidly she stands to her full height against the side wall talking to herself as she examines her behavior. 'What's wrong with me, sneaking around corners like a child? She can do whatever or whoever she wants. I don't care…not one bit.' She says to herself in her mind taking a deep breath.

She steps out from the hallway keeping her eyes trained in front of her as she makes her way past Logan and Jean. The blonde can't help but take a deep breath watching the redhead cup his cheek as she walks by.

'Bitch.' Emma thinks to herself as she reaches the staircase and heads to her apartment.

Her heart is beating a little harder as she grits her teeth. She shakes her head. Why was seeing Jean with him affecting her like this? It was over and done with. They both got what they wanted.

Emma hastily opens her door extremely irritated with herself. This was ridiculous, for the past two weeks she had been acting like some type of sick voyeur mentally keeping tabs on the redhead.

She paces her apartment massaging her temple. "Come on Frost pull it together. The sex was good but it wasn't that good. Let's not forget that she killed you. That's all the more reason to keep your distance. This isn't difficult. I just have to put her out of my mind, that's all."

She takes her phone out of her pocket. She hadn't spoken to Scott very much. Now that she was pretty much recovered, there was no reason to keep avoiding him.

Staring at her phone, she takes a deep breath as she scrolls through it stopping at his name. The truth was that she really didn't want to see him at all. The only thing he was good for now a days was sex, and that was only when she was bored, which happened to be often before all this happened with Jean.

She turns off her phone and lies down in bed with her forearm over her eyes. A brief image of Jean flashes through her mind. She sighs as she slowly sits up and begins to stare at her phone again.

Reluctantly she sends Scott a text telling him to come over.

The man must have been within earshot because less than two minutes later there was a knock at her door.

He walks in drenched in sweat and completely out of breath.

Emma covers her nose trying to mask the odor wafting from him. "Is there a reason you thought it was prudent to come here before showering?"

He takes a deep breath bending over to place his hands on her knees. "Hadn't…..heard from….you. Thought….it was an….emergency." He huffs out.

She shakes her head. "Get in the shower. Now." She says as he walks to the bathroom and closes the door. The blonde sits on the bed exhaling from her mouth closing her eyes. She hadn't expected him to show up so quickly considering that she changed her mind as soon as she sent the text.

She thought to herself maybe this was exactly what she needed. Jean seems to be getting by just fine. Why shouldn't she? The blonde takes off her clothing and sits at the foot of her bed

The shower turns off and Scott soon emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walks to the dresser and searches for a pair of sweat pants, stopping when he feels the blonde's hands on his back. He takes a deep breath trying not to get excited as his girlfriend had been extremely distant lately and he hadn't touched her intimately in weeks. Summers wasn't sure what to do, until she pulled the towel from his waist and gave him a few pats on his ass.

He turned around slowly gulping. His eyes are closed. Emma rolls her eyes. "Anytime today Scott." She says to him. He opens his eyes behind ruby shades and sees the blonde in the center of her bed with her legs spread apart.

He's rock hard instantly. He waits for a moment as she begins to play with herself while staring into his eyes. He exhales from his mouth and crawls into bed. She places her foot on his forehead. Their eyes lock. He patiently waits for her to tell him what to do mentally. To his surprise she is silent.

The blonde moves his head toward the sheets with her foot until his chin is touching the bed. She moves her foot to his chin raising it with her toe. "Eat." She commands him.

He smiles and descends upon her center obediently. He was remarkably gentle, softly taking her lower lips into his mouth like he was giving her a French kiss. She closed her eyes and sighs having taught him very well how to give what she called productive cunnilingus.

He moaned quietly lapping up every drop of her, it had been so long she tasted like ambrosia.

Her breathing began to get a bit a labored as he slowed the movements of his tongue. He continued climbing the stairway to heaven for what seemed like a full half hour. Their eyes lock as he stops and pulls his mouth away from her.

"I didn't tell you to stop." She says.

"I know; you haven't said anything at all. Am I doing something wrong? Just tell me what to do baby. I wanna make you cum." He says almost pleading.

She sighs suddenly very annoyed. "You already know what I like; do I have to hold your hand every time we fuck?"

His brow furrows. "No, I…I…I just thought you liked telling me what to do."

"Are you going to finish or do I have to take care of myself?" She said sternly.

He inhales through his nose staring at her. Emma raises her eyebrows and points her hand toward her sex waiting for him to continue. He sits up and turns his face away.

The blonde scoffs and rolls her eyes watching him get up from the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?"

He shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "Is this all our relationship is to you Emma? I mean I love you. I care about you. It's alright for us to have sex but you can't tell me what's going on with you. I'm not stupid Emma; even the professor knows that story you gave him was bullshit. You and I haven't spoken in days, you can't seem to stand me being in the same room with you and now you expect me to be ready the moment you call. " He says turning toward his stark faced girlfriend.

"Why are you here, Scott?" She asks genuinely.

"What? What do you mean why am I here? I just told you that I love you."

"I heard you. But if that's what you think, why did you come?"

He takes a deep breath blinking rapidly suddenly deep in thought. "I…I….I'm here because I love you, because you talk to me, you listen to me, you care about me. Jean was never open with me. And lately you haven't been either. It's like when things are important you shut me out, just like she did. This is the time that you should be open with me, so I can be here for you. If I wanted things to be like this I would have stayed married." He moves back toward the bed.

"No, don't sit. I want to make sure I understand you correctly." The blonde sits up on the bed crossing her legs. "You're comparing me to Jean." Her tone is dark and resentful.

He swallows hard going over his words. He realizes he shouldn't have spoken so quickly, but he truly had been thinking a lot of his wife lately, somewhat due to the blonde's behavior.

"No, it's, it's just that I barely see you anymore and you won't tell me what happened to you last month. I deserve to know what's really going on with…." She quickly cuts him off as she eases out of bed.

She heads to the dresser. "You know Scott; I used to think it was just an overdeveloped sense of righteousness that drove your possessiveness, but you really feel entitled don't you, like that flap between your legs give you some right to command complete submission and obedience from whomever you are giving it." She hands him a pair of sweats from the drawer then goes to sit back down on the bed.

"It's no wonder she divorced you." She crawls back into bed as he stands there holding the sweats in his hands staring at them.

Emma sighs. "Aww, do you still need me to tell you what to do sweetie?" She says sarcastically.

He looks at her out the side of his eye cleaning his teeth with his tongue. He puts on the sweats and heads toward the door. Opening the door he looks back at Emma. "You know…you can be a real bitch from time to time. It's one of the things I appreciate about you. But I never thought you'd start shutting me out the way Jean did. I really thought you understood Em." He turns and gazes into her ice blue eyes. "I didn't leave Jean because of you. I left because she didn't think I was important enough to share her life with." Summers sighs and closes the door as he leaves her bedroom.

The blonde stares at the back of the door as she hears the front door click closed. She sighs and shakes her head. Taking a deep breath she lies back against the headboard. Slowly turning her head she puts her ear to the wall.

There was an empty apartment between her and Jean's. All she wanted to do at that moment was reach out to her telepathically. Even if the redhead shot her down she wouldn't have cared, she just wanted to feel her touch at the moment. The blonde could have cared less about Scott. She hadn't really wanted him anyway.

She felt her heart beat a little faster suddenly hearing something on the other side of the wall. She closed her blue eyes and imagined it was Jean. Her eyes began to water. She gave her eyes a quick swipe and shook the thought from her mind. "Pull it together Frost, pull it together." She said to herself finally deciding to call it a day and get some rest. Of course she finished herself off. She'd planned on doing that anyway.

The next two days found Logan and Jean practically inseparable. It seemed everywhere Emma turned there they were.

Logan wasn't wasting any time. Scott surprisingly enough didn't seem to care about his former rival. He spent his time staring at Emma like a cute kitten waiting to be adopted, but the landlord didn't allow pets. She found it intolerably annoying the way sadness filled his eyes whenever she walked past him without speaking.

The blonde had planned on giving Scott a few more days of solitude, but something changed that in an instance.

Cafeteria – 4 pm

Logan and Jean were sitting next to one another again. Of course Emma pretended not to notice. Scott posted up at the end of Emma's table and began his daily staring ritual. Logan was shoveling food down his throat when something unexpected happened. Jean turned her head slightly towards the blonde's table.

Jean would never admit it to anyone, but even with the time she was spending with Logan she only had one person on her mind. This was however the first time she had actually looked at Emma. Stolen glances, subtle gazes, hidden peaks, but never full on staring.

The blonde took a deep breath and rolled her eyes seeing her boyfriend focused in like a lion on the hunt. She looked down at her plate for a few moments turned her head slightly to right. That's when it happened. That was the exact moment. Green eyes locked into blue for what felt to them like an eternity. There was no speaking telepathically or vocally, their eyes said it all. Desire, want, yearning, longing, hunger, and need filling them both to overflowing.

The contact was broken as quickly as it had begun. Both women quickly turned their heads and began a silent watch over the plates in front of them like chastised children. Emma took a deep breath swallowed and stood up from the table. The redhead watched her without watching as the blonde went to go dump her tray. She was taking her time.

Jean blinked rapidly and suddenly began speaking just loud enough so that a certain someone could hear her.

Putting her hand on Logan's hairy arm to stop him from shoveling food into his mouth she speaks to him. "Logan, why don't we take a little trip to the beach tomorrow? I could use a change of scenery can't you?" Jean says as Emma walks past her table.

Scott gets up and follows her toward the door.

"Sure Red." Logan says with a small smile on his face as he began to imagine Jean in a swim suit.

Emma and Scott exit the cafeteria. He walks silently behind her like a lost puppy as she reaches the stairs. She turns around as he almost runs into her.

He takes a few steps back. "Em, when are we gonna talk? I miss you alright. I miss the way…"

The blonde interrupts him as she stares into his eyes. "You're taking me to the beach tomorrow."

He cocks his head to the side.

She huffs. "You said you wanted to talk right? Well let's talk tomorrow. I'm tired of being in this stuffy building. I'll go talk to Hank and get cleared to leave. Are you available?"

He nods his head quickly in surprise. "Yea, yea, I am. This is great. I've wanted to take you out for a …" He takes a deep breath and watches her walk up the staircase and disappear down the hallway.

The blonde only had one thing on her mind. Jean Grey. There was no denying what she felt when their eyes locked for that brief second. Her hand trembled slightly as she put her key into the door.

She swallows hard feeling her chest begin to ache as she walked inside. She rests her head against the back of the door for a moment and closes her eyes taking a deep breath. The blonde composed herself as she walked into her bedroom. She sits on the bed and exhales through her mouth softly swallowing. Her body was warm; her mind was calm as she stared blankly at the plush white polar bear skin rug on her floor. The memory of Jean Grey's body beneath her, the sound her sultry voice in her mind as she said her name.

Emma blinks slowly then takes a deep breath. That glance had been enough to break her resolve. She wanted Jean, that was all there was to it and what Emma Frost wants Emma Frost gets. Only this time it wasn't just her body she was after. The blonde wanted Jean's heart, mind, and soul as well. Her pride wouldn't settle for anything less.

She set her mind to the task ahead of her. This was as close to love as she would ever get and she wasn't going to waste it. The blonde had never wanted anything in her life the way she wanted the redhead. The only thing that she knew for sure is that it would be difficult to get Jean's attention without her telepathy intact. She needed to talk to Hank about her….little issue as soon as possible.

She taps her belt communicator.

"Yes this is Dr. McCoy, is there a problem Emma?" He says

She takes a deep breath. "Everything is fine Hank." She's quiet for so long that he finally speaks up.

"Yes…well if there is nothing else I need to get back to work."

"Hank…"

"Yes Emma?"

"It's been a month. I haven't used my telepathic abilities. Has anything changed?" She takes a few slow breaths.

He's quiet for a full minute.

"Hank….Hank are you still there?"

"Oh yes, my apologies I needed to pull up the scans. Let's see…hum…"

"Hum, hum what? What does that mean?"

"Well, the swelling in your brain seems to have gone down slightly. I'd still recommend that you…"

"Hank, is there anyone around you right now?"

"No, no there isn't."

"I'm a telepath Hank. It's who I am. Do you understand that? To ask me not to do what comes naturally to me is like a death sentence. I can't talk to anyone. " She pauses. "I can't ...hear her..I mean, I can't hear what anyone is thinking. I've built my life on this."

"Emma, with all due respect, do you understand that if you put any more pressure on that aneurysm you will die and no amount of my medical expertise will be able to bring you back. As your doctor I must…"

She sighs. "Hank…I" The blonde is silent for a moment as she hears him take a deep breath knowing what this is about.

"Emma, as your friend, I care about you. I don't want to see anything happen to you. You are a very capable, intelligent, beautiful and intuitive woman…I'm sure if you talk to her vocally she'll hear you. Now I have to get back to work. I'd rather not see you back in my medical bay anytime soon. You were given a voice Emma, learn to use it."

The blonde is left speechless. That wasn't the answer she was hoping for.

TBC...