XSfGY - Emma Frost's Suite
December 24, 2011
Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters - Emma Frost's Suite
Westchester, New York
Groaning, Emma dropped her overnight bag onto the bed before sprawling inelegantly on the comforter beside it. "I… need a nap. And daughters with better taste in women."
Jean chuckled softly and then Emma's bag floated up into the air, making its way over to the edge of the bed before sinking down to rest on the floor. Flopping down in the newly cleared space, the redhead reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair back behind Emma's ear. "It could be worse." Emma raised a brow at that. "At least your daughters have taste in women. They could have taste in men."
"…that is very true." Emma shuddered as she thought of some of the boys she taught, images of her girls dating Quentin or Julian or Remy dancing through her head. Compared to them, Faith and Tara were Princesses Charming. Tara considerably more so than Faith; at least when Emma wasn't poking around the witch's mind, she could pretend Tara was a nice girl and good influence. "So, just out of curiosity… isn't 'men equals bad' an odd sentiment coming from someone who's still dating a man?"
Shrugging, Jean let her hand drift back and began running her fingers through Emma's hair slowly. "I'm a taken woman who keeps sharing a bed with a lesbian and just let her take me out on a date. At this point, I'm pretty sure that hearing me say 'men suck' would surprise exactly no one."
Emma pondered that for a moment before shrugging in return. "It might surprise Scott. He's either deeply in denial about what's going on between us, or possibly just that ignorant of what's going on outside his bubble of personal space. Oh, and for the record, darling? You're sharing a bed with a pansexual woman, not a lesbian. Where do you think the quintuplets came from? A squadron of storks?" That elicited a giggle from Jean, who then began humming Ritt der Walküren
, which in turn set Emma to snickering. "I was trying to be serious, you know."
"Sorry, sorry. Just… it's a funny mental image." Sobering, Jean nibbled her lower lip as she tapped her fingers lightly against Emma's head. "As long as we're being serious, though… what exactly is going on between us? I've been staying with you two nights out of three, I'm pretty sure last night was your response to my 'drunken' ramble about Scott and including me in activities…"
Frowning, Emma twisted her head so she could stare at Jean's hand. "That movement against my scalp… did you just try and air quote the word drunken?" Jean whistled softly and did her best to look innocent as Emma fixed her with an incredulous look. "You were pretending the entire time? I'm… honestly not sure how I feel about that. Because while part of me is upset that I was so easily fooled, a larger part of me is impressed that you did something so me-esque and managed to fool all of us in the process."
"I… oh wait, I'm not getting laid. I was going to make a joke about being good at faking it, but it doesn't quite work in my case." Jean smirked as she trailed a finger along Emma's head, tapping the blonde's temple. "Personally, I'm still amazed that I got away with it. Especially considering there was a 'superior telepath' there who should have seen right through it." Oh, for the love of… Emma rolled her eyes. She'd only used that particular insult to pull Jean's metaphorical pigtails during one of their little spats. How many times was the redhead going to throw it back in her face? "As for how to feel about it all… if I was in your very expensive white heels? I'd be less upset about you tricking me and more jealous that you slipped Wanda the tongue and then buried your face in her cleavage. Your mileage may vary, though."
Actually, Emma wasn't certain of who exactly she was supposed to be jealous of in the whole Jean/Wanda kiss situation. Granted it was someone else messing around with her Jean but on the other hand, that someone else was Wanda. Wanda was wicked gorgeous. If not for the fact that the Lehnsherr twins had already been involved when Emma met them, the blonde would have made a play for Wanda herself. Perhaps it'd be best to just let it go for now, Emma decided. It wasn't really cheating because they technically weren't a couple, and trying juvenile games like kissing another woman to get even would likely just result in driving Jean away. To say nothing of her non-existent prospects when it came to the latter; who would she kiss, Ororo? Oh, that would be lovely. She'd manage a brief bit of lip-to-lip contact, get to hear some asinine joke about lightning and snowflakes or diamonds or some such, and then get electrocuted for her trouble. Pass.
With that particular conundrum solved, Emma let her brain circle back around to the original question that had sparked that side note: what was going on between her and Jean? Yes, they were sleeping together in a literal sense and getting closer emotionally speaking, and they'd even just gone out on a first date of sorts. But Jean wasn't the only one holding back in certain other regards; Emma herself was reluctant to push things physically, mostly because… "I suppose it depends on whether or not you're ever going to dump Scott, darling. To be honest, I'm surprised I've let things go as far as they have. I'm horrible at sharing with others. I think I've made it obvious by now that I'd like to take things past the 'roommates who share a bed' stage, but I can't do that without a commitment from you."
"I know. And you've been very patient with me… for a woman who's trying to steal me from my long-time boyfriend." Sighing, Jean rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "I do want to be stolen, though, so you've got that going for you. It's just that I've spent so long being familiar and comfortable and safe that it's hard to move away from that, even if it's familiar and comfortable and safe but unhappy."
To be honest, Emma couldn't really see the problem. If her choices were herself or Scott, she would definitely choose herself. After all, she was an amazing catch. But it did give her two very valuable pieces of information. One: Jean was in fact receptive to the full breadth of her attentions. And two: they were in their current holding pattern because she was waiting on Jean while Jean was waiting on some sort of catalyst to propel her out of Scott's arms and into Emma's. Well fine. Jean wanted a kick in the ass? Emma could do that.
Deciding to go with a new take on an old classic, Emma threw her leg over Jean's hips and moved to straddle the supine redhead, lowering herself so her breasts pressed against her smaller companion's. After giving Jean a few seconds to adjust, Emma closed the last few inches of distance and gently brought her lips down on the redhead's. Then she let out a squeak of surprise as Jean reached up to tangle both hands in her blond locks before rolling them over so she was laying atop Emma. Not exactly what she'd been expecting, but she'd allow it. Eventually, Jean broke the kiss and trailed her lips along Emma's jaw before moving down to nibble at the blonde's throat, making Emma moan and squirm a bit on the bed. "So, mmm, not to be terribly tenth grade or anything… but does this mean we're dating now? I would assume so, but… ooh, a little lower… I just want to make sure we're on the same page."
"I think so." Making her way back up Emma's neck, Jean bit the blonde's earlobe and tugged it playfully between her teeth before releasing it. "I mean, we've pretty much been dating for the last month, but I suppose we can make it official now that I'm sure you're a better kisser than Wanda."
…that was definitely a compliment she'd take. Tilting her head to the side, Emma reached up and guided Jean's mouth back down to her neck. "So, I'll be hosting a gala in New York City on New Year's Eve. Am I going with my girlfriend, or should I start looking for a date for the evening?" Before Jean could answer - or, more accurately, before Emma would allow the redhead to stop paying attention to her neck - a pounding on the door brought their fun to an abrupt stop. "…hold that thought. Yes?" The door to her suite burst open and all six of her daughters piled in, the quintuplets split into three groups that were talking over each other as Rachel stood behind them with a smirk on her face. Groaning, Emma gently tipped Jean off of her and then pushed herself up on her elbows. "Quints, shush. Rachel, what's going on?"
Pushing her way through her identical half-sisters, Rachel stretched her hand out and called the television remote to herself telekinetically. "It'll probably be quicker to just show you." Flipping on the large television in the suite's living room, she pulled up the channel guide and quickly navigated her way up to the local NBC station. "And here you thought Esme was hanging out with the wrong sort when she was sipping frappuccinos with flatscans…"
Emma stared at the television in horrified disbelief as the camera zoomed in on a very familiar girl clad in all white. After watching Faith trade blows with a man in a truly hideous purple jacket for a few seconds, the blonde groaned and flopped back onto the bed, covering her face with her hands. "New rule: nobody's allowed to date until they're forty."