Chapter 2

Jean Grey once again awoke to find herself on a ship making its way to New York. Oh no, it's happening again, she thought to herself. Where am I? What's going on?

And then she saw her again. The blonde in the corset. The woman she loved, and planned on marrying. Emma Frost. Her White Queen.

"Are our quarters to your liking, my love?" Emma asked.

"They're wonderful, darling. I can't imagine how much passage on a ship must have cost you."

"I'd never spare any expense for you," Emma said, clasping Jean's hands with her own. "I'll do anything to make you happy."

"And I would do the same for you," Jean answered, kissing Emma softly. "You are my queen."

"And you, you are mine," the White Queen said, a wicked smile on her lips. "But you aren't dressed like a queen. That's why I got you this."

Emma then showed Jean her gift to her -- knee high boots, a corset and a cape, all of which matched what Emma's was wearing... but it was all black.

"Would you put these on for me? I want to see my queen as the royal beauty she is," Emma purred, causing Jean's knees to weaken. She would have done anything for her future bride.

Jean discarded her large stuffy dress and clad herself in the far more revealing attire that Emma had picked out for her. She turned to Emma, clearly hoping for her approval. And Emma eagerly approved, feeling a twitch in her pussy.

"How do I look?" Jean asked timidly.

Emma smiled softly. "You are the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life. You truly look like a queen. *My* Black Queen."

Jean turned to look at the mirror, and a wicked grin crossed her face. She, too, loved what she saw, and she felt lust overwhelm her as she stared at her and her lover, clad in their black and white attire. She'd never felt so sexy in her life.

"Emma," Jean started, turning and wrapping her arms around the White Queen, "Make love to me, please."

"I'd love nothing more," Emma whispered, her arms around Jean, breasts heaving against her future bride's. Jean's lips began to quiver in anticipation, and then--

"You OK, Red?" Logan asked, as Jean found herself back in Xavier's Mansion, staring up from the couch she was laying on.

"Logan? What happened? How did I get here..."

"You, me an' the elf were lettin' some steam off in the Danger Room, and ya just... stopped movin'."

Chills ran through Jean's body. The dreams had become increasingly intense and vivid, but they were just that -- dreams. This latest 'dream' -- or 'vision', or whatever it was, had happened while she was awake. But she couldn't tell Logan. What if he found out who this "Emma" was? Knowing Logan, he'd confront her himself, and the results would be ugly. Logan and Jean had a past, one that often left Jean wondering what could have been, even though she loved Scott. Since then, Logan had fallen for a woman -- Mariko Yashida -- but make no mistake, feelings remained between the two. Jean didn't want Logan to get hurt... nor did she want Emma to get hurt, if she was indeed real. Whatever this vision was -- this gorgeous blonde -- Jean had feelings for her... but were they real?

"It's nothing, Logan. I've just, um, been under a lot of stress lately."

"You sure, darlin'? It didn't seem like nothin'. Maybe you should get Chuck to take a look inside yer head."

Jean rubbed her temples with her fingers, trying to calm her thoughts. "Yeah, maybe I'll do that. Thanks, Logan."

What's happening to me? Jean wondered. Rationally, she knew that she should talk to Professor X about her dreams. He'd no doubt know what to do. But Jean couldn't bring herself to do it. She'd found the mysterious woman so alluring... so beautiful... and she loved the image of herself in that outfit. The image had been burned into her mind. Still, she thought to herself, she had to find a way to control these visions...

Nearby, Emma Frost muttured in frustration as her illusion was broken. Things had just gotten good, too -- she'd desperately wanted to continue her psychic tryst, especially after seeing the gorgeous redhead dressed in Hellfire Queen attire. She consoled herself with the thought that it was only a matter of time. The bond between her and Jean had become noticeably stronger. Soon, Jean Grey would be hers.