Title: Wrath (part 2)
Fandom: X-Men Universe comics / movies
Pairing: Jean G./Emma F.
Rating: R / NC-17
Notes: Lot to cover here as we near the end. Three more chapters left. Apologies for the wait. #LifeHappens I hope you all can follow what's happening here.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I do love them.
Emma takes a deep breath as she works overtime to maintain her facial expression of disinterest. The Phoenix's glowing eyes stare down at her face curiously.
The redhead sits up on Emma's hips crossing her arms as the inhibitor collar now floats above her head. She smiles and waits on the blonde's response.
Emma blinks a few times and looks into her eyes. "What do you think I'm hiding?" The blonde says as she lifts her arms and puts her hands under her head a small smile on her face. It was a total front but it was all she could do right at that moment. She could see the glint of playfulness in the redhead's eyes. This was a game, but she also knew that if she made one false move she'd be dead.
Phoenix smirks as she uncrosses her arms and takes the collar into her hand as she gazes into Emma's eyes. She sighs twirling it with her fingers. The redhead looks at the collar. "You know this thing doesn't work on me right? I can read your mind whether you have it on or not." She takes a deep breath. "This really isn't attractive at all especially not on you." She sits it down on the bed as she locks her gaze into the blonde's eyes again.
She takes a deep breath as she leans forward placing her hands on either side of Emma's head. They stare at one another for a full minute before she looks over the rest of her face. "Do you want me to kill him?" She asks.
The blonde furrows her brow. "Huh?"
The redhead gently brushes her lips over the blonde's before kissing a path down her jaw and neck. "The boy scout." She says in between kisses.
Emma moves her head giving the woman more access to her throat. "Why would you want to do that?"
The redhead continues working her way towards Emma's chest. "Because….I told you that if he ever hurt you….I would….kill him."
The blonde moves one of her hands from behind her head and softly lifts the redhead's chin so she can look into her eyes. Her every move is calculated. The redhead hadn't tried to read her mind yet. She needed to keep the woman engaged. "Scott didn't….."
Phoenix lifts a hot finger to Emma's lips interrupting her as she sits up on her hips and her eyes glow intensely as a frown spreads across her face. "Don't lie to me. I saw you crying. I also the way you responded when you saw him and that dog together." She leans back into Emma's face locking eyes with her as she whispers. "Tell me."
The blonde can feel herself beginning to sweat not just because of the heat emanating from the redhead's body, but she was genuinely waiting for the proverbial hammer to drop knowing the Phoenix could read her mind at any moment.
Emma takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She needed to tell her something…maybe even the truth. "I hadn't been in his mind…since you and I were together." She says slowly opening her eyes but not making eye contact with the woman hovering over her. "I couldn't see how it was affecting him. I….couldn't see."
Phoenix leans back seemingly irritated and bored crossing her arms again. "What happened after I saw you at the beach?"
Emma looks into her eyes. "I had sex with Scott in the tree line."
The redhead raises a challenging eyebrow. "Anally?"
The blonde furrows her brow again. "Yes…how did you…"
Phoenix smiles. "It was our favorite. He always seemed to enjoy it while we were together." She smirks gauging the blonde's facial expression. "What…did you think you were special, that you broke him in? I had him trained long before you got your hands on him."
The redhead looks into her blue eyes. "He was right you know. When he said I got bored. I was going to kill him the night I returned from that mission a year ago. But you were there with him. That was a fun night. Your….memories…mmm so delicious. You are the only reason he's still alive." She stares into her eyes for a moment then lays her head on Emma's chest. "Tell me why you were crying."
Emma takes a deep shaky breath knowing that the woman meant every single word. "I…didn't expect to. He lay there crying after her came. I…didn't know why he was still so angry. We'd had plenty of make-up sex before, but this was different." She smiles darkly thinking back to the moments before it happened. "You know…at first I thought we were playing when he slapped me."
The redhead's hand balls into a tight fist as she grabs a handful of the sheets.
Emma stares up at the ceiling. "I felt it. He was serious….and….(sighing) for a moment I was happy, he was finally letting go, not holding back anymore." Her eyes are glazed over becoming blank and lifeless. "But this was different. I…wasn't in his mind this time, but I felt a change in him. I had a choice to make in that moment. The uncertainty was thrilling….and then…the pain. I could have stopped him. (sighing) But the feeling I had inside, I've never felt that with him before. I've had plently of men 'try' and force themselves on me in the past unsuccessfully, it was the norm at my Club, but….."
Her face is completely blank as a tear rolls from her eye. "I never thought he would be added to that list. He was crying. (chuckles darkly) Humph, it's usually the other way around with things like that. I couldn't believe it." She looks at the redhead who's now staring at her intently. "Why was he crying? I wasn't inside his mind but I felt his anger. He got what he wanted. I gave in to him. I didn't have to and some part of him had to know that. Then he cries and throws it away. Why? " Emma asked genuinely curious seemingly oblivious to the unconscious tear that she shed.
The Phoenix sat up and looked into her eyes again. "He's a terribly boring cowardly waste of flesh. Do you want me to kill him or not?"
"No." The blonde whispers as she lifts her hand to caress the redhead's cheek. "But you were in his mind, I would like to know why he was crying."
"Why do you care? He's weak, unworthy of you. You're mine now." The redhead says as she begins to telepathically massage Emma's mental walls.
The blonde's eyes widen as she feels the pulse in her mind. "Wait…..please." She whispers. Golden eyes stare deeply into blue orbs. "Don't worry, I have no intention of ruining the doctor's little experiment." She says with a smirk. The redhead brushes her cheek against Emma's. "I just miss being inside you." She whispers.
The blonde sighs and lies back against the headboard. She gazes out into the room. "I, miss you too….once this experiment is finished …we can be… together again." She says.
The redhead extends her hand and caresses Emma's cheek hearing the slight shake in her voice. "Aww, so sweet. I find that so irresistibly adorable."
The blonde smiles and lays parallel to her. "What's that?"
The redhead grasps the nape of her neck tightly and pulls her toward her whispering as she captures her lips. "Your fear. Tell me, do you still wish to know why he was crying? I'd be happy to show you." The blonde sighs and softly shakes her head no.
Phoenix spends the next hour making love to Emma. To the blonde's surprise she's extremely gentle slowly taking her time tasting and touching every inch of her body. They share a passionate kiss when she's finished. Emma sheds a few tears as their lips part.
The redhead places a warm hand on the blonde's cheek. "I have never had a queen like you Emma Frost, don't worry about what the boy scout said. I won't throw you away anytime soon." She kisses her sweetly and turns over, pulling the blonde's arm over her waist.
Emma stares at the back of her head all night, not moving, not feeling. The redhead's grip on her wrist eventually loosens and she tries to pull away. The redhead turns over and snuggles into the warmth of the blonde's body. She feels her move away.
She mumbles sleepily. "Mmmm, where ya going…." She blinks a few times. Emma can recognize that Jean has returned to normal. A few tears roll down her cheek as she kisses her forehead. "I'm just going to the bathroom Tiger go back to sleep."
She gets up as Jean covers her hand with her own softly whispering. "I love you Em."
The blonde smiles with her back turned to her. "I know baby, I know."
She gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom closing the door. She looks at the shattered mirror, wiping the tears from her cheek. She runs her fingers over the collar as she thinks to herself sighing. So many thoughts began flowing through her mind. She hadn't read her mind; it felt like she was going to. But why did she stop. She certainly didn't have to. Why was Jean seemingly so unaware of the Phoenix? What was happening? There was more going on here than she could figure out right at that moment.
Emma quietly opens the bathroom door and peaks out. Jean is still asleep. She steps out and walks up to her brushing a few stray hairs from her achingly beautiful face. The blonde stands there watching her sleep. She can feel her heart wrenching inside her chest with sadness, fear, and longing.
'Is this what love is?' She thinks to herself.
Looking back on her life she'd experienced the emotions of others but she rarely related to them. Love was just a word to her. A sentiment . Both Jean and Scott had said those words to her. But it was only with Jean that she truly felt something that she couldn't describe.
She smiles to herself remembering the lovesick girls in her club who would come to her with tears in their eyes mourning the loss of their companions to other women. Love letters from obsessive admirers, and the emotions they expressed when she had sex with them. Love was possession, ownership, control, jealousy, lust, infatuation, manipulation. At least that's what she thought up until that moment she stood there watching Jean Grey sleeping with a childlike smile on her face.
What if she did love Jean? Could she still love her knowing that the woman could kill her with a single thought?
She takes a deep breath and kisses Jean's temple as she whispers in her ear. "Tiger…" She can hear Jean mumble. "I've got to head to work now. I'll see you later tonight alright."
She hears the redhead take a deep breath opening her eyes slightly with a sleepy smile. "Kay, baby, haveagoodday." She puckers her lips and Emma gently brushes her lips against them.
The blonde quietly moves around the room and in and out of her closet before heading out the front door. She takes one last look back at Jean and closes the door.
A few minutes after Emma leaves the institute Jean slowly opens her eyes. The bottle of pills the blonde had been taking floats to the side dresser. Jean grabs it and sighs. "Come on Em, you can do this. I know you can. You don't have to hide, not anymore. I'll show you. I'm here for you now. I won't run away anymore. You don't ever have to hide anything from me ever again Em. You're mine now mine and no one else's." She says as her eyes flash golden then back to green.
Frost Industries
Emma stares at the collar sitting on her desk. She was still in her civilian clothes. She'd decided she needed to talk to the professor about the situation and would call him from the office to make sure that neither Jean nor the Phoenix would suspect what was going on. The blonde found herself apprehensive about picking up the phone. She didn't want to admit that she needed help and that she might be in way over her head. She already couldn't use her telepathic abilities? How much worse could things be? Oh that's right should die at any moment.
She puts her head back against her chair and closes her eyes.
"Jean Grey, the billion dollar woman. (she laughs to herself) What the hell was I thinking?" She says as her eyes tear up. She rubs her eyes and takes a deep breath. "I'm so sorry Jean. I should have just left well enough alone. I didn't need that damn contract to begin with and now look at me…..look at us. (sighing) Us." She sits up at her desk staring at the inhibitor collar.
The blonde takes a long slow deep breath as she picks up the phone to call Professor Xavier.
"Hello Charles, this is Emma."
After an hour and half of conversation…
She hangs up the phone and sits back in her chair. She had to give the man credit, he was far more intuitive than she realized, holding no punches. That was exactly what she needed to hear. It hurt, she had to admit it, but he was right about her. She had spent her whole life in the shadows. Subterfuge was her middle name. Not something that works on a telepath for too long. She couldn't afford to keep her condition from Jean any longer. And the professor was clear that the institute would not be held liable for her death considering the environment and that there are over 50 highly functioning telepaths in the school.
The blonde sighs as she calls her new assistant into her office and prepares to have a bit more of her work transferred to her office at the institute. Emma checks over the paperwork and puts the young woman to work faxing and calling letter carriers to drive out to the institute with more sensitive information.
Emma puts the collar back on and heads back to the institute.
3pm…
Jean is with a group of students in the gym at the back of the institute. Emma sits in her office organizing her documents as a few men bring in file cabinets. She would talk to Jean later in the evening.
Logan stands at her office door and clears his throat. She takes a breath through her nose and stays focused on her paper work ignoring him. He sighs and steps inside.
"Frost….I, I mean Emma, we need to talk." He says staring at her as she moves around her office.
She puts a few books on a bookshelf never turning to him. "So talk." She says continuing to stack books.
His chest rises and falls. "Look I know how things must have looked last night, but…we were both…angry and hurt….and drunk. Things, just got out of hand. There ain't…." He steps aside as two men put a heavy desk against the wall. Logan moves closer to Emma trying to whisper in her ear. "There ain't nothing goin' on between us. He's …"
The blonde walks back to her desk and Logan follows her. "He's got a problem, a serious one. You gotta talk to him before somethin' happens." He says as she walks to the door to tell the movers where to put her legal binders. Logan continues to speak. "I mean wasn't he therapy with you before all this stuff happened with him and Jean?" He asks now following Emma out into the hallway where she picks up a vase and walks back into her office.
Logan swallows hard as he stands at the door and watches her silently before walking right in front of her blocking her path. "Are you even listening to me?"
She steps to the side and puts more books on a large shelf. "No, not really." Logan is frustrated. He places both of his hands on either side of her on the book shelf as she turns around. "Look, none of this shit would have happened if you and Jean hadn't fucked his head up so bad." He says in a low tone as his phone rings for the 40th time that day. He closes his eyes as Emma removes her collar and her eyes crystallize. He opens his eyes and stares at her dropping his hands. She steps around him, puts the collar back on and continues her work.
Logan takes the phone off his belt and un-flips it. "Yeah, hello."
"Where'd you go…." Scott slurs into the phone.
Logan sighs. "I'm out. Whadya want?"
"You said you'd be right back." He says angrily but full of sadness.
"Look, I ain't got time to baby sit you. I got a job to do. Now what do ya want?" Logan says trying to keep his voice down covering the phone with his hand.
Scott's silent for a minute.
"Hello, you still there?" Logan asks. He hears a loud crash on the other end of the phone. He clasps it shut. "Shit." He rubs the back of his head and turns to see Emma standing next to him.
"If you're finished talking I do have more work to do today, so if you could see yourself out of my office…" She says.
He locks eyes with her. "I can't keep this up alright. You gotta talk to him….please. He's driving me crazy."
Emma walks to the door placing her hands on her hips. "You should have thought about that before you slept with him." She says nonchalantly but loud enough for the movers in the room to hear it. Logan's eyes widen as his jaw clinches. He walks over to her with a determined look on his face.
"Look the guy's got a problem. He won't even listen to Charles. If he keeps this up he's likely to off himself. You and Jean started this and I ain't the one to finish it. If somethin' happens to him, it's on you." He huffs and walks out of her office.
He heads up to Scott's apartment and finds him passed out in vomit with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels next to him. Logan shakes his head and moves to pick him up. Scott wakes up suddenly punching and swinging. Logan swats his hands away.
Scott takes short panicked breaths and shakes his head seeing Logan holding him up. Logan has his arm over his shoulder moving him to the bathroom. Scott's head is hanging down as he turns to Logan, who sits him on the toilet and turns on the shower. Scott smirks as she hiccups.
"Look…at you Badger…" He starts laughing. "Can't get enough of this ass huh? Already tryin to get me naked again." He begins to lean over like he's about to fall off the toilet as Logan catches him and lifts him to his feet. Scott grabs his collar, breath ripe with alcohol. "It's okay big guy. I was good wasn't I? You want some more right." Scott says grabbing the nape of Logan's neck and pulling him into a rough kiss.
Logan immediately grabs the collar of Scott's shirt turning him around lifting the man a foot off the floor and slamming him against the wall angrily. "Summers, don't try that shit again, ya hear me!" He says slamming him against the wall again.
Scott begins giggling as tears stream down his face. "What's the matter…I'm not good enough for you either. Is that what it is?" He asks him resentfully.
Logan puts him down. The drunk X-man stands there staring at him breathing roughly. "You need me to suck your dick a little harder next time. I can do that, just let me show you. Come here. We don't need those telepathic bitches, do we?" He says in a low slightly seductive tone as he reaches for Logan's face.
Logan slaps him so hard his shades fly off into the bath tub. "Get a hold of yourself. I ain't gay and neither are you. I know stuff got crazy yesterday and I'm sorry about that, I really am, but shit happens alright. I ain't gonna keep going back and forth with you on this. Now clean yerself up." He gets Scott's shades out of the tub and puts them in his hands as he walks out of the bathroom stopping at the door.
"I, uh, talked to Frost…." He closes his eyes and swallows hard. "She… said she wants to talk to ya, so….you should get yourself cleaned up for when she comes by."
Scott stares at the back of his head, still crying. "Really? She wants me?"
"She said she wants to talk to ya, so get yourself cleaned up. I ain't sure what time she's coming, but you ought to be ready." Logan says as he quickly walks through the living room and out the front door. He hated lying to him, but it was all he could think of. He sure Scott was losing his mind. The professor already said he wouldn't talk to him until he sobered up. At least this way Summers had something to look forward to.
8 pm…..
Emma sat nervously in the empty medical bay. She'd left a message for Jean to meet her there. The blonde decided she was going to break things to her lover gradually. And telling Jean about her powers was the highest priority. Hank left a few minutes before the redhead was due to arrive so he could give them some privacy.
Emma sat there pressing out invisible wrinkles in her clothing taking deep breathes almost making herself light-headed. She was worried having no idea of how Jean would react to the news. What if she just turned and walked away saying that she never wanted to see her again? What if she didn't believe her and tried to telepathically communicate with her? Emma was almost trembling when the redhead finally walked in with a soft smile on her face.
She immediately stood in between the blonde's legs hugging and kissing her. "Mmm, I missed you baby. I can't wait to wake up next to you in the morning." Jean says with her arms still around Emma's neck.
The blonde motions for her to put her arms down and take a seat.
She takes a deep breath as the redhead smiles waiting for her speak.
Emma gulps and coughs.
"It's okay baby, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." The redhead says in an effort to reassure her.
Emma breathes out through her mouth before meeting her girlfriend's emerald eyes. "Tiger, there is….something I've been meaning to tell you for quite some time. (she swallows hard) First of all, I want to apologize to you for not telling you sooner. I mean I know we just got together, but that's no excuse for my behavior. You've been very forthcoming in sharing your feelings with me. I mean it's only proper that I express mine as well. After all that's what solid monogamous relationships are built on. Two people who…"
Jean begins to giggle softly interrupting Emma. She stands to her feet and cups the blonde's cheek. "I know you're nervous. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere I promise."
Emma shakes her head. "Nervous, what makes you think I'm nervous?"
The redhead smirks. "Because you're monologuing."
The blonde blinks a few times and takes a deep breath. She knew the woman was right. She takes another deep breath. "Alright. I brought you down here because of the experiment…." She pauses and closes her eyes for moment.
She sighs then looks Jean in the eye as she thinks to herself. 'Whatever happens happens. Just don't kill me Tiger, I really can't deal with that right now.'
She breaths through her nose. "Tiger, I have a brain aneurysm, because of it I can no longer use my telepathic abilities. That's the reason I've been wearing this collar." She sighs closing her eyes waiting for the hammer to drop, resolved to her fate.
She feels the redhead's hand cup her chin as she opens her eyes. Jean is smiling as she leans in bringing their lips together. Emma's eyes widen as Jean wraps her arms around her neck. "I love you Em. I knew you could do it. I just knew. God I love you so much."
The blonde takes a deep breath furrowing her brow as Jean steps back now cupping her cheek. "Uhhh….I'm sorry, I'm just a bit confused. What exactly did you know?" She says breathing a little heavier.
Jean stands in between her legs cupping Emma's face in her hands. "I knew you couldn't use your powers. I was surprised you tried to keep it from me for as long as you did. Old habits do die hard don't they?" The redhead says as Emma covers her hands and removes them from her face.
"Tiger, how did you know I….?" She asks apprehensively.
Jean cups her cheek again as her eyes flash gold for moment then back to green. She leans in giving her a peck on the lips. "Ohhh, thank god you're pretty. I thought you would have figured it out last night. I deactivated your powers."
Emma blinks rapidly as her chest tightens. "What."
She smiles. "Oh come on. Really? You really didn't know?" Phoenix shakes her head as her eyes turn gold. "Didn't I tell you that you don't take something from me without paying the price?"
Emma closes her eyes as her jaw clinches swallowing hard. She had prepared herself for quite a few eventualities, but this was not one of them. The blonde is breathing heavily as she goes over the past month in her mind. She suddenly felt like she was going to pass out as the images in her mind began to move in slow motion. She tries to catch her breath as she opens her eyes not realizing that she's falling backward onto the bio bed. She can hear the redhead's voice as golden eyes stare down at her.
The redhead closes Emma's eyes. "Shhh, it's okay baby. You paid the price in full. I just needed to know that I could trust you to tell me the truth. Everything's going to be just fine now." The redhead closes her eyes and places her hand on Emma's forehead. The blonde begins to tremble as her nose starts to bleed.
Hank walks into the medical bay then rushes to Emma's bedside. "Jean what are you doing?! Stop! You can't do this!" He moves to the alarm on the wall as the redhead lifts her hand stopping him.
"Be quiet, I'm almost done. She'll be fine. Take this thing and put it back into the safe." She says floating the inhibitor collar towards him.
He takes it into his hands as his chest heaves watching her. She removes hand from Emma's head and opens her eyes, which have returned to their green color and leans down kissing her forehead.
She sighs then moves to stand directly in front of Hank. She looks into his eyes. "When she wakes up tell her I'll be waiting for her in our apartment."
He swallows and nods his head as he watches her leave.
He immediately goes to work running scans and checking the blonde's vital signs. He covers his mouth seeing that the aneurysm has disappeared.
Ten minutes later Emma furrows her brow and begins rubbing her forehead. Her head is throbbing. "What the hell happened to me?" She asks as Hank comes to her side with a smile on his face. "What?" She asks.
"It seems you were correct in telling Jean about your condition. I've run several scans Emma. It's gone. The clot in your brain is completely gone." He says as he pulls out a tablet and shows it to her.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and taps into Hank's mind. She sighs opening her eyes knowing he was telling the truth. She should have been overjoyed finally having her powers back, but she wasn't. Instead her heart was heavy. She felt torn and broken. The blonde couldn't believe that all this time Jean knew. She had purposefully incapacitated her, watched her suffer and struggle the entire time.
"Oh Emma, Jean told me to give you a message. And I quote. "I'll be waiting for you in our apartment." Hank says.
Emma sits up on the bed and stares at the floor. The blonde smirks to herself for a moment. 'Unbelieveable, I'm the one who's been getting played this whole time. Touche Tiger touché, I didn't think you had it in you…but she's always been there hasn't she. You might just be the perfect woman for me after all.' She thinks to herself as she gets up off the bed.
"Emma…." Hank says as the blonde stops at the door. He reaches out taking her hand. "Please be careful." The blonde turns to him and smiles sending him a telepathic message.
~ Thank you Hank, but I think Jean Grey may be just what the doctor ordered. ~
She says walking out the doors. The smile has left her face as she marches up the staircase adrenaline pumping through her veins.
She knows her door is unlocked as she turns the knob slamming it against the wall. She stands in the living room now staring at Jean as she sits on the edge of the bed. The redhead telekinetically shuts the door. The blonde frowns deeply taking slow deliberate steps toward her bedroom.
Jean slams the bedroom door behind her as she now stands face to face with the angry blonde. Green eyes are locked into blue for what feels like an eternity. Jean blinks opening her mouth to speak. Emma slaps her so hard across the face that the redhead's eyes tear up.
Jean closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose. She blinks a few times and finds Emma's eyes again. The blonde's expression is fierce and firm. Jean clears her throat and opens her mouth to speak again. Emma slaps her a second time much harder.
A tear streaks down the redhead's cheek as she stares into Emma's intense glare. The two women stand face to face. Jean is completely unsure of what to do, but she knew speaking wasn't working.
~ Em…. ~ She whispers mentally
The blonde slaps her a third time as a tear rolls down her own cheek. Jean lowers her chin into her chest sobbing closing her eyes.
Her entire body trembles and shivers as Emma roughly grasps the nape of Jean's neck pulling her into a hot passionate kiss. Tears streaming down both their faces. Jean is out of breath as their lips part. "I love you…" She manages to get out before Emma pushes her down onto the bed straddling her.
"Shut up Tiger, just shut up…." Emma says pulling off her clothes while she kisses the weeping redhead.
Jean takes Emma's face in her hands and brings their lips together with bruising intensity.
With clothes no longer separating them, the two lovers embrace.
Two and half hours later…
Jean lay atop the blonde panting both of their bodies still trembling. Their entire session had void of conversation, neither verbal nor telepathic. The air was filled with only moans and gentle whispers of one another's names when their passion had reached its peak.
Emma caresses Jean's head as they lay there quietly just breathing. Emma closes her eyes as Jean stares with lidded eyes at the mirror on the bathroom door. She sees the blonde holding her just being there with her. She cries having never seen anyone so beautiful in her life.
After about ten minutes, Jean feels the blonde take in a very deep breath, she knows it's time to talk. But truthfully she had no idea what to say to her other than to apologize. So much had changed in the redhead since she reconnected with Emma including her relationship with the Phoenix. Because of Emma they were becoming one, but she didn't know how to tell her that.
"Tiger…" Emma said feeling Jean tense up slightly. Jean closed her eyes not sure what was coming next. "Tell me what love is."
Jean blinks rapidly as she stares into the mirror. Emma's eyes were still closed as she lay there completely relaxed. Jean breaths out through her mouth before she speaks.
"It's…" She pauses for a moment really taking in the question. "It's you and me, the way we are together, right here right now. It's…" She lifts her head and softly kisses Emma's chest then lays her head back down. "It's your heartbeat and mine." She takes Emma's hand in hers and brings it to her lips kissing it then intertwining their fingers. "It's your hand in mines." The redhead says now using the blonde's index finger to trace her lips as she gently suckles on her fingertip.
Jean takes a deep breath then sits up placing both of her hands on either side of Emma's head. She leans in bringing their lips together in a soft, slow, sigh and tongue filled kiss. She pulls away as Emma opens her eyes and looks up at her. Jean gazes with lidded eyes. "It's your lips on mines." She leans in again kissing the blonde with much more force, within seconds both women are caressing one another's rapidly heating bodies.
Emma rolls them over never losing contact with Jean's lips as she rests her full weight on the redhead. She wrenches her lips away as she kisses a path down her neck. Her masterful fingers making gentle slow circles on Jean's clit, causing her to gasp harshly as her center grew wetter and wetter by the second.
Emma wasted no time gently suckling the redhead's hardened nipples so softly, it brought Jean to tears. She leaves not a single inch of Jean's lightly misted torso untouched by her lips. Jean looks down her body locking eyes with the blonde as her mouth moves closer to her pulsing center. "My lips on yours." She whispers as she dives tongue first never breaking the eye contact.
The redhead struggles to maintain it as the blonde's tongue moves like an artist within her sex, painting sensual x-rated images making her gasp and moan as tears roll down her cheeks. Emma keeps her gaze locked as she lifts her mouth just enough to hit Jean's g-spot with her tongue. The redhead expression is filled with the sweetest agony as she floods Emma's mouth. The blonde closes her eyes lapping up every drop of her finally releasing Jean allowing her to throw her head back with a loud groan.
But the blonde wasn't done. She continues licking and gently teasing the redhead's clitoris with her thumb and index finger. Jean's hips buck sporadically. "Uuuuuhhhh, Uuuuhhh….." she moans as her hips move back and forth as her passion rises again. Emma switches quickly as Jean's legs tremble. She slips 3 fingers into the redhead's white hot slick center causing the woman to yell out pushing her head further back into the pillow.
Emma quickly moves up Jean's body bringing their lips together allowing the redhead to taste her own juices while her fingers work inside her. Jean is out of breath as the blonde softly pulls her lips away. She looks into Jean's eyes as the woman pants completely spent. "My mind and yours." Emma says as she takes one of Jean's hands and inserts her fingers into her sex.
The redhead's hand shivers as she penetrates the blonde. Emma suddenly begins thrusting her fingers into Jean making her body rock. Jean blinks rapidly as Emma begins to ride her hand moaning as she looks into her eyes.
Then it happened. Both of their mental walls came crashing down like the walls of Jericho, both women gasping as tears flow freely from their eyes, a tsunami of emotions flow freely between them as Emma thrusts harder feeling Jean's need. Emma grabs a fistful of the pillow next to Jean's head rocking her hips harder and faster into her hand. Jean grabs Emma's ass with her other hand as they both gasp bringing their lips together with bruising intensity as their orgasms hit simultaneously feeling one another, fucking another, fucking themselves. Their lips part with screams so loud they can be heard in the foyer of the institute. Their bodies are trembling so intensely Jean almost passes out, her eyes flash gold and the bed begins to shake as she focuses her attention on the blonde, two minutes pass as Emma's eyes roll back into her head in complete ecstasy. Jean's eyes shift back to green as the blonde practically collapses on top of her.
They are both too exhausted to move. Jean takes a deep breath trying to concentrate. She telekinetically pulls the sheet up over their bodies. The redhead is about to pass out, just before she does, she hears something that she would never forget. The blonde's voice barely a whisper. "I love you Jean."
A tear rolls from the redhead's eye as she falls asleep.
TBC….