Title: Pride (part 1)
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: ***WARNING*** This chapter is a bit graphic.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
She walks out of the medical bay and back up to her apartment.
Hank wasn't lying. Of course she was obsessed with the redhead. But it was preposterous to suggest that that was love. She paces her apartment holding the collar in her hand trying to figure out what was happening between Jean and Logan. "I bet you think you've won. It was a nice move having me see him in your apartment but I know you two aren't together, no matter how you wanted it to look Tiger. I saw the way you kissed him. I have to give you credit though, it looked good." She says now staring at the back wall in her bedroom knowing Jean is just a few walls away.
She takes a deep breath and looks at the collar in her hand as she goes to sit on the couch trying to take Hank's advice and consider her situation.
She'd never gone this long without using her powers, and as much as it hurt to have Jean contact her mentally, being stimulated telepathically after being silent for an entire month was sublime. She couldn't help wanting more of it, but it also wasn't something she was willing to die over. Jean's little slip up did have a somewhat positive side effect. It confirmed the blonde's suspicions about the redhead's feelings for her. The fact that Jean had initiated in spite of her faux aloofness was proof that she missed their telepathic contact even more than Emma did.
But Emma had to consider something that made her very soul ache. What if she could never use her powers again? Part of what drew her to Jean was their ability to communicate telepathically. Up until today she had hopes of healing eventually, but a few words from Jean and she was out of commission. She'd never imagined what life would be like without her powers.
Emma sits back on the white leather couch for a few minutes taking deep breaths as anxiety over the thought of never regaining her powers hits her. She sits staring at the collar, at the very least she needed to live long enough to have Jean in her arms again. She gets up and walks into the bathroom sighing as she puts the collar on and proceeds to look at it from different angles in the mirror. She shakes her head thinking she looked like a teenage goth-head with the large silver collar around her neck. She takes the pills Hank gave her out of her pocket and pops a few into her mouth and goes to lay down.
The blonde couldn't believe Jean had caused her so much trouble in such a small amount of time. Emma spent the next few hours thinking of a way to approach the redhead. Even without her powers she could at least read Jean's body language and reactions to her. Her behavior on the beach was clear enough, she hadn't rejected her. Jean wanted her, she was sure of it now. Not just that but she was already fed up with the game of jealousy Jean was trying to play. The blonde found it laughable considering how much Jean knew about her that she could even fathom the thought of beating her at a game she'd have invented had she been born a few centuries earlier. Emma was sure her name would have been printed as the definition of it.
The blonde is taken from her musing by a knock at her door. She turns to look at the clock. 10:00 pm. Who would be bothering her this late at night?
She walks to the door. "Who is it? This better be important." She says rolling her eyes.
"It's me." Scott says. Emma huffs and opens the door. She notices immediately that he has a strange look on his face. She can't tell if it's anger, frustration, or fear. She steps aside and he immediately walks into her bedroom.
She pulls her robe closed as she follows him inside. "Can I help you with something?" She asks now sitting on her bed.
His eyes shift quickly from left to right. He doesn't want to look into her eyes. His breathing is labored and short. His tone is deep as he speaks finally facing her as he rubs his jaw roughly. "We have some...unfinished business."
She sighs and begins to pull her sheets back so she can get ready for bed. "Is that so? To what are you referring?"
In an uncharacteristic move, he steps forward and grabs her arm, pulling her to a standing position. He takes her chin with his other hand and forcefully kisses her. She quickly pushes him off of her and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Uhh, disgusting! You've been drinking again haven't you? I thought I told that I have no tolerance for drunkenness." She asks looking deeply into his eyes and also noticing the deep frown on his face.
His breath is shallow as he slowly steps toward her. "So what if I have? You gonna do something about it." He makes a grab for her arm again and she evades it. "What are you gonna do about it, huh? I'm a man….Emma."
She steps back as the back of her legs hit her bed and he steps forward tightly grabbing both of her arms as he speaks. She can smell the Bourbon on his breath. "I'm the man….I'm the fucking man, you hear me." He says raising his voice as his girlfriend leans back trying to avoid the smell of his breath.
She slowly blinks and takes a deep breath. "What do you want Scott? I have a busy day tomorrow and you're starting to…" He forcefully grabs her jaw squeezing just tightly enough for her to wince.
"You don't fucking listen do you? You never listen. I said...Weeee have business to take care of."
She pulls her chin from his hand. "Not while you're drunk we don't." She tries to push him away as he grabs her throat. She tries to crystallize her skin and grabs his throat forgetting that she has the inhibitor collar on.
He smiles at her for a moment. It quickly vanishes as she slaps him, knocking the shades from his face. His eyes are closed as he squeezes her throat a little tighter and reaches down feeling for the nightstand next to her bed. He opens a drawer and pulls out another pair of glasses.
He hiccups. "I'm surprised you haven't gotten rid of these." He says wobbling as he opens his eyes to see her frowning at him. He chuckles darkly before bringing her lips to his then pushing her down onto the bed.
She takes a deep breath already knowing what he wants. He quickly takes off is pants and climbs on top of her looking into her eyes. "I'm the man Emma." She rolls her eyes and he slaps her so hard across the face that her eyes tear up. "You hear me, you cold-hearted bitch. I'm the fucking man here. Not you."
She smirks as she looks into his eyes catching her breath as her heart beats a little faster. She and Scott had played rough in the past, be she always knew that he was holding back. That wasn't the case this time. She can't help being turned on even with the stench of his breath. She opens her legs inviting him.
He frowns deeply almost growling seeing her enjoyment. He takes a few deep slow breaths as he stares into her eyes, which are practically shining with mirth. Summers grabs her arm and flips her onto her stomach. He lies down putting his full weight on her back. She moans as she feels his cock poking her trying to find her center.
The blonde chuckles. "Need a little help lover?"
He takes a deep breath and gets off of her. He stands between her legs with a glare in his eyes. She sits up on her elbow and looks back at him with that signature Frost smile. "Ouum, you still need me to tell you what to do with that sweetie. I thought you said you were the man."
Before she can blink he grabs her ankle and pulls her to the edge of the bed, takes a fist full of her hair and yanks her head back hard. He's furious hearing her laughing almost at the top of her lungs. He grabs her waist as he pulls her to an almost standing position. Summers is fuming as he whispers darkly into her ear. "Keep laughing."
He suddenly enters her anally. She bites her bottom lip so hard it bleeds. She wasn't prepared for the penetration. He wastes no time pumping in and out of her so fast it sounds like someone is clapping.
She blinks rapidly trying to position her hips to make his thrusting less painful, but he's holding her waist too tightly. She takes deep breathes as he mocks her.
"How's that feel bitch? You like that! Don't hear you laughing now, huh! I'm the fucking man, you hear me!" He yells suddenly pulling out of her then throwing her down on the bed onto her back. He quickly grabs the back of her knees and pushes her legs towards her head. He then enters her again anally and looks into her eyes.
She's cold and distant as he stares at her face. He's suddenly livid seeing that she's smiling at him. He begins thrusting even harder, not caring about the blood that's beginning to cover his cock.
"I'm the man! You fucking hear me! How's it feel huh! You like it up the ass Emma. Tell me how it feels!" He yells into her face. She smirks and takes a deep breath maintaining her expression. "It's exquisite, but I've had better. How about you?"
"You fucking BITCH!" He screams grabbing her throat with one hand taking a fistful of sheets in the other. He thrusts even harder. His body begins to shake as he comes inside her. He's soaked in sweat as he lies on top of her breathing heavily.
She stares up at the ceiling not moving as she feels his body convulsing slightly. Emma turns her face to his. Scott's eyes are closed. He's sobbing.
She sighs. "Are you finished, as I said I have a busy day tomorrow."
He swallows hard and coughs as he gets up off of her. "Fuck you." He says as she rolls her eyes. "You've already done that, will there be anything else."
He rubs his eyes as he looks down at the sheets and furrows his brows seeing the blood. His jaw drops. "Oh…oh god Em….Emma I'm so, so…."
She lifts her hand as she scoots off the bed. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm fine, its just a little blood. This is what happens when a boy tries to do a man's job." She grabs his pants and tosses them at him as she walks slowly yet gracefully toward the front door.
The blonde taps her foot as she stares at him. He blinks rapidly as his body sways. He walks toward the door with his pants in his hands. He takes a deep breath as she opens the door. His speech is slurred as a few tears fall from his eyes.
"Em….Em…I didn't mean…I mean,..I didn't, to hurt you. You…you, gotta beleave me." He burps as she grits her teeth. He closes his eyes. "At…at…the beach, you were, in the water, but then you kissed her…." He hiccups. "I mean you kissed…me… then you wanted...you wanted...her."
The blonde signs as she grabs his arm and he jerks away. "Don't you fucking touch me….fucking...touch me." He halfway whispers as he stumbles out the door. He turns toward her door with a smile on his face. He tries to stroke her cheek. "Hey, beautiful, you… you know I love you ri…" She slams the door in his face.
He stands in the hallway with his pants in his hands and takes a few deep breaths. He slams a fist against her door. "You Fucking whore! You think I'm stupid! Fucking telepaths both you bitches talk in your sleep! You don't think I know!"
Logan steps out of Jean's apartment and walks toward him. "Let's go Summers." He says.
Scott begins laughing. "Heeeeeyyyy Badger! Hey batter batter batter! How's my wife doing, huh?" He says shoving Logan in the shoulder. He drops his pants and pushes Logan forcefully in the chest with both hands angrily. "I asked you a question asshole! How's my…"
Summers is interrupted as Logan's fist connects with his jaw. He's out cold. Logan puts the man's pants on and knocks on Emma's door. A minute passes and he knocks again.
"What?" Emma asks through the door.
"Come on Frost, your boy is passed out out here." Logan says.
"Gee, I wonder how that happened." She says sarcastically. "He has his own apartment Logan." She says.
"God damn it Frost, don't be a jerk about this."
"Have a good night Logan."
"Frost….Frost!" He yells then sighs. He picks up Summers and puts him over his shoulder. He knocks lightly on Jean's door as he passes by. She speaks before he can. "It's alright, go ahead. I'm not going anywhere."
Logan heads down the hallway.
Jean stares at the wall facing Emma's apartment as a single tear rolls down her cheek. She walks toward the wall and lays her cheek and hand against it as she closes her eyes. She couldn't read Emma's mind, so she decided to read Scott's instead. She knew exactly what had happened next door. She also knew that with that collar on, the blonde had no idea what was going through Scott's mind. Her voice is barely a whisper as she stood against the wall. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry."
The blonde takes a deep breath as she stares at the wall feeling a slight shiver. She feels drawn like a moth to flame. She slowly makes her way to the wall her anus aching slightly. Scott hadn't done any major damage but he still entered her without lubrication. She puts her hand up to the wall and takes a deep breath closing her eyes hoping to hear Jean's voice in her mind, knowing it was impossible.
Emma puts her forehead to the wall exhaling through her mouth. It took every ounce of will power she had not to remove the collar from her neck.
Jean stood a few walls away as her eyes turned a light gold. She takes a deep breath and looks at the wall finding she can see through it. Her chest aches seeing the blonde just a few feet away from her. She keeps her hand against the wall so wanting to touch her as a few more tears fall.
Logan knocks on her door and the redhead's eyes become green again. She wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she walks toward the front door. She looks back at the wall as she reaches the door putting a false smile on her face as she opens it.
Logan smiles at her and takes her into his arms. He sniffs her hair and looks down at her face. "What's the matter babe? You alright?"
She looks up into his eyes. "Huh, I'm fine, why do you ask?"
He pulls back from her and gently lifts her chin as he gazes at her lovingly. "It's alright to cry Red. I know it was hard hearing all that out there. What you and he had was special; he just had a bad night is all. He'll sleep it off."
Jean smiles softly and leans in bringing their lips together. "Thank you Logan. I appreciate you. I'm going to stay up for a little while alright. Get some rest." She says.
He smiles and kisses her hand then walks into her bedroom and closes the door.
She goes back over to the wall and closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath and opens them, hoping she can see through it again. It doesn't work. She tries again with no success. She sighs and turns staring at her front door.
She wanted to talk to Emma, to comfort her. She was sure the blonde had no idea what was going through Scott's mind as he forced himself on her.
She takes a few steps toward the door and stops herself.
'No, this….this isn't my problem. It's got nothing to do with me. She, she's fine. She probably thinks that was just sex.' She thinks to herself taking her hand off the doorknob. Jean turns and looks at the wall again. She blinks slowly as her eyes turn light gold again and she sees Emma through the walls in her bathroom showering….and crying.
Emma closes her eyes as she places her hand over her chest. Hot salty tears mix with the steam as she softly sobs. She sits down in the tub and pulls her knees to her chest. She looks between her legs seeing a trail of pink going down the drain.
She exhales closing her eyes.
The blonde was no stranger to rough sexual play. She meant what she said to Scott, he hadn't hurt her. The tears she shed were for a different reason.
She'd seen Scott drunk before, he'd always been easy for her to handle when her telepathy was intact. This time she was powerless. Sure she could have taken the collar off and shifted into her diamond form and denied him what he wanted or knocked him out, but she didn't. She wanted to experience what it was like without her abilities. To enter a situation without knowing what was going to happen ahead of time.
She wasn't nearly as emotionless as she seemed as Scott lay on top of her after he came. As she stared at the ceiling, she mourned for herself. He lay on top of her crying and she didn't know why. She couldn't do a thing for him. All she knew for sure is that he was angry with her for something and meant to punish her. Why he thought sex was appropriate for that was a mystery to her given how sexual their relationship was?
She sat in the shower and cried. Her heart ached as she touched the wall thinking she'd felt Jean call for her missing the sound of Jean's voice in her mind. The blonde exhaled harshly as she lay back in the tub closing her eyes resolved to her fate. Not knowing who she was without her powers.
Jean on the other hand had telekinetically let herself into Emma's apartment and was standing outside her bathroom door her emerald green eyes filled with tears.
TBC…