Looking for prospects

On her way through her daily walk around the island of Krakoa, Jean mulled over her previous failure with Emma. At first she seemed like a good prospect for her Scott to cheat on her with, and the woman DID have a fountain of salacious ideas for Cyclops and implemented quite a few... Leading to Jean having long nights sopping wet in bed knowing the White Queen was having her way with her Scott. The real mistake was Emma had an Ego, and just as much as Jean got aroused knowing her man was cheating on her, Emma felt equally aroused at getting caught in the act. And like every relationship involving a masochist and a sadist playing off each other for too long, no one got what they wanted.

No. She learned her lesson.

If she wanted a woman to snatch her Scott away from her, it would have to be someone discrete, someone who could keep a secret, someone who wouldn't parade the conquest of her husband like some bratty kid showing off they got two scoops to their ice cream where everyone got one. No. She needed someone different. Up ahead, she smiled as she came across one of her friends currently pruning some plants for samples to be brought for genetics and cultivations.

"Ororo! Good morning."

Turning to address the red haired beauty, Storm stood to her full height and smiled, pulling off her hat to let loose her long white hair and hugged the woman who was on her walk.

"Good morning to you too, Jean." Chirped the Moroccan native. "On your morning walk?"

"Yes, Scotts off to New York to make some charity deals so that leaves me time to smell the roses."

Tilting her head with a smile, Storm turned her attention back to her basket of plant trimming and came back with a bloom of purple and green, offering it to Jean. "Well then, why not have a flower to actually enjoy on your walk, tell Scott I said hello."

"Will do." Sniffing the citric scent of the flower, she placed in her lapel of her blouse and went on her way, waving farewell to Ororo to let her get back to work. 'Hmm, gorgeous, passionate, exotic... And swimming with sexual desires involving having a romp in the woods with a lucky man who'd catch her eye. She'd be a delightful choice for Scott.' Jean thought, almost licking her lips at all the fantasies Storm had when she was briefly married to T'Chala. Many involved her dragging him off to have sex in a lagoon or grotto.

Making her way past the gardens and park, Jean approached the markets and smiled more deeply as she now had more minds to sift through. She passed by Mystique and Destiny, the idea of Scott cheating on her on not just one but TWO women made the red haired telepath nearly hyperventilate But a quick look in their minds told her their deepest fantasies involving Scott likely involved chains and sharp objects Jean didn't want to think about.

"Hey sugah! Looking for something new to wear?"

Pulled out of her concentration, Jean blinked back and smiled back at Marian, the Southern Belle giving Jean a fierce bear hug that nearly squeeze the air out of her before pulling back. "Hi Rogue, out shopping?"

"Just pickin up some stuff for some 'southern' cookin, you wanna stop by later for a good ol cook out Ah'm sure I can make enough for the three of us."

"Hmm, I'd like that, thanks Rogue, I'll let Scott know."

Winking back at Jean, Rogue went on her way with a bag of goods hanging from her arm, a swish to her knee high skirt with every step. 'Hmm, gorgeous, sassy, aching for a man's touch, with a little grooming she'd be twisting Scott into a pretzel in bed if she'd let her.'

Making her way through the market, some women caught her eye while others she turned away. She didn't want her fun blow up in her face like it did with Emma. Psylocke was an ice queen, the Cuckoos had Emma Frost times five written all over them. Laura seems a good prospect; daughter of Wolverine and bearing just as many chips on her shoulder as he did. But the idea of her Scott getting stabbed during a bad dream WASN'T something she was eager for. Then her attention fell on Shadowcat and Jubilee.

Stopping and scratching her chin as she watched the two enjoy a coffee together, she smirked at their inner desires. The two had grown up into very lovely young adults, well over 18 and having equally intense adult fantasies about her husband in the back of their minds. 'Ooh.. Being cheated on by someone YOUNGER, ooh that gives me the shivers." Shivering on the spot, Jean was surrounded by prospects, but for now she had to plan her little fetish carefully.

Continuing on her walk, she would make her decision once Scott came home.