Emma and Jean have a long talk

Meanwhile

As soon as Emma had said goodbye to Dean, she went to one of the upper levels. She felt both familiar and yet strange here.

Susan had done a great job with the club and had given the new Hellfire Club its very own flair. However, there was still a tiny detail here and there that reminded her of the old Hellfire Club and, of course, her time and role in it.

However, she didn’t let it get her down. The Hellfire Club and the Emma of that time were history. The Emma of the X-Men was also history. Without knowing it, Dean had given her the greatest and most perfect gift she could have imagined.

Balance!

A balance she had never found with either the X-Men or the members of the Hellfire Club. At the club she had been the dominant bitch who lacked any compassion.

With the X-Men, she was the reformed heroine and caring teacher.

But she wasn’t one or the other. She was something right in the middle of these two sides. But all that had changed Dean.

For the first time in her life, she felt balanced. Perfectly in tune with her dark side and her good side. It still bothered her a little that the little prick had taken control of her so easily, but not enough to free herself from his influence. In theory, she had a plan to override his control, but at the moment she saw no reason to do so. Despite his power, Dean was developing in a good direction. He might still be a little naïve and had no idea how mean the world could be, but she hoped he'd never learn that.

He was a good guy on the inside and she didn't resent the fact that he had made a Fucktoy and a horny Slut at his Command out of her. Other, more powerful men and women had often desired her or tried to get into bed with her, but he was the only one she wanted to. Grinning, she looked down at the people on the dance floor. Of course she thought so. After all, she was his loyal confidante. She briefly tested her willpower, but after a few seconds she let it go. Fortunately, Dean hadn't asked her to be slavishly loyal to him. That gave her enough freedom in her actions. Should he ever become a serious danger, she would stop him. But that was something she would discuss with him.

But the matter with Jean was a little more complicated. It had come as a complete surprise to Emma when the red-haired fury had suddenly sought a conversation. When Jean had also been friendly, it had almost taken Emma's breath away. It had become clear to her during the conversation. Jean found Dean fascinating and was probably also sexually attracted to him. Emma didn't find that the least bit disturbing. Dean was certainly a very good-looking guy. Much more trained than some others his age without appearing too beefy. More like an athlete and less like a strength athlete.

He was also an excellent student and had fitted in well at school. He lacked skills that would make him a team member of the X-Men, but in fact only a few mutants had combat-ready powers. They were omnipresent in the news, but that wasn't the reality. To be honest, for the majority of mutants, they were actually more of a nuisance or a disease, no matter what Xavier said. In Emma's worldview, if a person had a mutation that was negative for them, it was better to cure it than to hold on to a crazy ideal. Unfortunately, this always led to gray areas.

The mutants just weren't as popular as the Avengers or FFY 4.

"Well Emma. Are you looking for new victims?" she suddenly heard Jean's voice behind her.

Emma hadn't even noticed her presence. In fact, a lot of her concentration went into manipulating the women around Dean and shielding her own thoughts. There was no way she wanted a random thought to get Dean in trouble or Jean angry. The last thing she needed was an angry Omega level mutant. Fortunately, this way of thinking and shielding herself had long since become second nature to her.

"Mhm. I don't know. Reed would have something, but I'd rather not mess with Susan." she replied with amusement as Jean stood next to her.

"I think that's a good idea!" Jean grinned uncertainly.

"Listen Jean. I think it's great that we don't want to rip each other's throats out with every sentence, but somehow I think there's more to it than being a role model for Dean!" Emma said calmly and looked at her. "Do you have problems with Scott? If he said anything, you're welcome to ignore it. You don't have to make peace just because he insists."

"No. Scott has nothing to do with it. Well. Not directly. It's more Dean who made me reconsider all this."

"Dean, then? Mmm. If I didn't know you better, I'd think you fancied the boy." Emma laughed teasingly and took a sip of champagne.

"How... How did you come up with such nonsense?" stammered Jean sheepishly.

"Well. He's a clever boy, looks good and if I'm right, he must have a really hot cock." Emma replied calmly and matter-of-factly and could formally see Jean blushing. She immediately followed up to give Jean no time to think. "Now don't tell me that the oh-so-great Jean has really thought about it?"

"Of course not. Not everyone can be as dirty as you!" Jean blurted back.

Jean. That has nothing to do with being dirty. It has to do with taste. Believe me, I wouldn’t push him out of bed if it wasn’t for…“ she was about to say when she felt Jean’s threatening gaze on her and saw Jean’s eyes turn red.

-Oh. She’s angry and so is the phoenix. Interesting.-

„Get away from Dean!“ Jean hissed angrily and with the usual amount of venom.

„Pf. Take it easy turkey.“ Emma grinned. „I might get the idea that you fancy the boy.“

„WHAT?“ immediately escaped Jean and as if on cue, her flames went out. She was wetting her wedding ring, which was always a sign that she was nervous, „How… How do you come up with something like that?“ she stammered.

Suddenly, Emma’s eyes fell open. There was more than just attraction. „Oh, shit. You fell in love with him. So really into him. Jesus Jean!“ she said, seriously worried. She pulled Jean with her into a dark corner… „Get out!“ she bluffed at the teenagers sitting there. „How bad is it?“

„Bad!“ Jean finally admitted. It took her a lot of effort to talk to Emma of all people about something like this.

„Have you two already fucked?“ she asked in amazement. That little bastard hadn’t told her. He had actually fucked Jean Grey, the phoenix. How many supervillains had cut their teeth on that. The connection between Jean and Scott had been like an insurmountable wall. How the hell had Dean managed that? Did Jean have no protection against his powers? She had said that she could block his pheromones. So had he managed it without powers? Or was she deluding herself? However, the way Dean talked about her and the way he behaved spoke against it.

Something told her it was more than just brainwashing.

„Do you always have to talk like that?“ asked Jean asked grumpily. But it was good to talk to someone for a change. Even if it was Emma. Maybe that’s why it was so good. Few people could understand her as well as Emma.

„Don’t take your mind off the subject!“ growled Emma angrily, „How did it happen?“

“It started harmlessly enough. And before I realized what was going on, I couldn’t control it anymore. I don’t know what i should do, Emma. I’ve even spoken to Xavier. So… He doesn’t know everything, but I wanted to make sure my thoughts were normal. He didn’t find any trace of anyone manipulating me. „

„So. Then why did you, i mean... l Scott…?“

Jean raised an eyebrow in surprise at Emma’s unaccustomedly jerkiness. It didn’t fit in at all with the image she had cultivated of her. Was Emma supposed to be different from what she had always thought?

„Why did I cheat on my husband with one of my students? Go ahead and say it. It’s true,“ she said quietly, preparing herself for some stupid line that was about to come. Emma wouldn’t miss this chance to tease her.

And that was exactly what was going through Emma’s mind: **** for all the stupid remarks she kept having to listen to. However, she had to pull herself together. This was about more than a brief moment of satisfaction. She had to think about Dean. The fact that the two of them had already been in bed changed everything. It had made a mockery of her previous goal. On the other hand, the first step had been taken and now she could make sure that Jean wouldn’t back down. The first thing she had to do was build trust.

So she moved closer to Jean and took her in her arms.

Jean looked irritated at being hugged like this, but didn’t resist. Had she been so wrong about this woman? Was Xavier wiser than she had given him credit for? Had he seen more in Emma than she had so far? „I’m sorry, Emma.“

„What are you doing now?“ Emma rebuked reassuringly. „We’ll sort that out another time. For now, let’s talk about your new lover!“ smiled Emma cheekily. Apparently, without her telepathic powers, Jean was a very insecure and easily deceived woman.

„Lover?“ smirked. Jean and wiped away a tear. „That doesn’t sound so bad, somehow.“

„So? Was I right?“ Emma asked, realizing the beautiful new options that were opening up. At the same time, she doubled her mental defenses.

„With what?“ Jean asked, irritated.

„Well, does he have a hot cock? He must have made an impression somehow.“ She said with a wink.

With a roll of her eyes, Jean reached for her champagne and briefly considered how she should respond. Maybe it was the ****, or maybe it was the fact that Dean had introduced her to another side of her feminine side. After a quick sip of champagne, she looked at Emma and replied. „Eiffel Tower!“

„Eiffel Tower?“ Emma repeated before the penny dropped. What a statement! On the one hand apt and yet completely unexpected. This one word was so dry, so sharp-tongued that Emma laughed out loud. This little fellow had made quite an impression on Jean. The arch-enemy’s hearty laugh was so sincere that Jean could clearly sense Emma’s cheerfulness and honesty. This made her laugh too.

„Well, well. The Eiffel Tower, then. I’ve never heard that before either.“ Emma smiled and sent out a mental impulse, so clear that Jean clearly perceived it. After a few seconds, a waiter stopped at their table and wordlessly handed them a bottle of high-proof drink.

„Naughty Emma!“ laughed Jean and took a glass. „Didn’t the professor tell you not to use your powers like that?“ she said, but winked cheerfully.

„So? Must have slipped my mind! We’re both going to do something that we should have done much earlier!“

„And what would that be?“ asked Jian curiously.

„Girls‘ night out!“ laughed Emma, grabbing a glass. „To the Eiffel Tower!“ she shouted cheerfully and raised her glass.

„To the Eifel Tower!“ jeered Jean. Just what she needed right now. Fun and someone she could talk to about anything.

Both women clinked glasses just as Scott appeared. „Well ladies? Buried the hatchet?“

Jean immediately tensed up. She looked uncertainly at Emma in the hope that she wouldn’t give anything away. But Emma grinned diabolically and downed her Cosmopolitan as if it was a glass of water. Then she looked up at Scott and grinned.

„Scott. We’re having a special moment here. Why don’t you be a bit like Dean?“

„Like Dean?“

„Shut up and leave us ladies alone. Isn’t that right Jean? That would be nicer!“ she grinned cheekily and raised the next glass. When Jean nodded uncertainly, Emma laughed and called out loudly.

„TO the huge and hard Eiffel Tower!“

„To the huge and Hard Eiffel Tower!“ Jean now shouted and downed her glass too. However, unlike Emma, she wasn’t used to this. Laughing and coughing at the same time, she looked at Scott and, with a bright red head, she said in a burst of courage. „That’s right Scott. Be more like Dean. Now leave us alone!“

„Um, okay! I’ll go somewhere else then!“ Scott said confused and then walked away.

„Daring Jean. I think I like the new Jean!“ grinned Emma.

„I’m not the ‚new‘ Jean. But thanks for not saying anything in front of Scott. Maybe… Maybe we could start again.“

„As long as I can tease you about getting laid by a student, fine. Don’t worry. I’ll remain polite and well-mannered. And now I want to know everything. How the hell did you boy manage that? And how well does he fuck? Does he even know anything about it anymore?“

„Oh… Yes. I didn’t erase his memory, if that’s what you mean. Mmm. How it started… I think it started when we started training. I noticed that he was staring at my breasts again and somehow… I let him… touch them! And the way he is in bed… indescribable… I mean, I’ve never experienced anything like it before.“

„Oh. So he likes your breasts, what a wonder!“ Emma laughed out loud. „Half the guys at your school go for the two milk bags. So what was different with him?“

„The way he touched me and talked to me. He awakened something in me. Something I never felt with Scott. It’s hard to describe.“

„You mean Dean finally treated you like a woman? I know what you and Scott are like in bed. I would have died of boredom long ago.“

„Then why did you…?“

„Come on, say it.“

„Fucked him?“

„Jesus, you’d really talk like that. Dean is really good for you. Quite simply. I was horny, wanted to fuck somepne qnd give you a lesson and well. I was someone else back then. However, I have to say that Scott is not particularly experienced. He has quite a nice stamina but in bed he really lacks that special something. I assume you found that with Dean?“

„Yes, I think so. He’s very different to Scott. Wilder, more demanding and much… better. I’ve never been as much of a woman as I am with him. I’m just afraid that I’m too inexperienced and I’m constantly afraid that I’m not enough for him. But I want more. I want to show him that I can also be a good lover. Just like you!“

„So you want tips from me? That I can still experience the day. But be honest. Are you sure this is a good idea? And that it’s all above board? If you want me to take a look inside your head? I know you said you’re immune to his pheromones, but that doesn’t really sound like you. I know Xavier has already looked, but you can show me everything. What do you say?“

„Maybe you’re right. At least then you’ll understand exactly how I feel,“ Jean replied, opening her mind. Immediately she felt the familiar feeling of a foreign mind. She had fought with Emma often enough to realize it was coming from her. She could feel Emma sifting through her memories, grinning broadly here and there. Emma could see everything now. Like Xavier, she could immediately see that Jean had been under Dean’s control from the very first second. However, Xavier himself had been under Dean’s influence. That was one of the things that worried Emma and that she needed to talk to him about at some point.

At the moment, however, she was rummaging through Jean’s memories. She saw how Dean had played with her tits, how she always told him the color of her bra. But she could also see the things Dean had wanted her not to remember. The moments in the training room. Emma raised a brow. Dean had been able to fuck her by this point, but something had made him turn back the clock. Emma was sure that had been the moment he’d found his true path. The moment he had realized that it made a difference whether feelings were real or artificial. Nevertheless, Emma was sure that Jean’s feelings were real. Dean’s manner was wilder, rougher and more direct. Jean also clearly felt Dean’s love, something a telepath could never completely switch off.

„So, what do you think?“ Jean finally asked. „Am I under the influence of his pheromones?“

„No. Not at all.“ Emma lied. She had, of course, seen the memory where Dean had asked her to believe that she could shield herself with her powers. That was one of the oldest and deepest changes of consciousness in her mind. Everything else simply built on that, so to speak. With Xavier, it was Dean asking her to ignore everything, but with Emma, it was the desire to help Dean. So she would do everything she could to protect their bond.

„The way I see it, he managed to get you laid the old-fashioned way. With a big cock, youthful wildness and his honest nature,“ she grinned as Jean turned red.

„He’s something very special. At least for me. Emma.“ Jean said as she held her Cosmopolitan with both hands. „I think I’ve fallen in love with him.“

„Yes, I believe you. From the looks of it, quite hard. Okay, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’ve always got time for you. I wish I could have talked to someone back then.“

„Thanks Emma. How… how would you… I mean… what do you think Dean thinks of me? I promised him I wouldn’t look into his mind. That would make it so much easier.“

„That just sounded like you were asking me to look inside Dean’s head to tell you what he’s into?“ Emma grinned. That was almost too good to be true.

„I wouldn’t put it that directly, more like… a friendship deal. We’re friends now, aren’t we?“

„Mmm. And you don’t mind me checking what he’s into in his head? I mean… He’s already shown you what he’s into, hasn’t he? He seems to particularly love your tits and he didn’t mind your blowjob either? I’d say just fuck his brains out. That always helps!“

„You say that so easily. I… would love to go to him straight away and pick up where we left off, but I can’t just do THAT…“

„Jesus Jean! You sucked his cock right next to Scott and even controlled your husband. And I’m not even talking about your ass fuck! I had no idea that you would be such a dirty slut and all because some young guy fucked you really hard with his huge , iron hard cock. And yes. I know now how big he is, even how his sperm tastes. If you ever want to have a threesome let me know. I’ve always wanted to lick you!“ grinned Emma.

„You just want to fuck Dean!“ Jean giggled and put her fingers to her forehead. Emma waited patiently until the waiter set down a new tray full of drinks.

„How was it? I remember some horny bitch talking about using his powers for something like that?“

„I’m just taking a leaf out of your book?“ Jean replied with a wink and handed her a drink.

„Oh really? Then maybe I should give you some tips for Dean.“ She frowned theatrically and read the waiter’s thoughts. It wasn’t necessary, but Jean could perhaps sense whether she was really using her powers.

„So, what do you see?“

„That Dean wants to rip that dress off your body and is having some pretty hot thoughts. He’s a little overexcited, though.“

„About what?“ Jean asked worriedly.

„You might not like it.“

"Oh. So the women here .... he does like them... does he at least think of me a bit?" Jean sighed and felt her stomach tighten.

"Yes. You can't blame him though. He's young and a lot of women are pretty sexy, but I can reassure you. If you let him, you'll get the full **** of his lust today. He is already so horny that he would take you here and now. Oh... that looks pretty hot what he has in mind."

"Oh?" escaped Jean. She was already a little drunk. "Is he thinking about Susan? I can't stand her! She's stupid!" she grumbled jealously.

"No. Actually, he's thinking about three red-haired women. Apparently he's imagining you giving him a blowjob while you two watch Pepper and Natasha doing it on the table in front of you. Apparently your little show has made an impression."

"Oh. But he's dreaming of me, is he?" grinned Jeans. Emma smiled at the sight of her. She was well drunk and her imagination was fired by Emma's words. Her nipples were clearly visible through the shimmering dress.

"Of course. I can call him if you like. I'm sure he'll love spending time with you."

"Mmm. That would be great, but I'm afraid that would be a bit intense. I have to look after him."

"How much do you think he would like to see you like this?"

"What do you mean?" Jean asked distraught and looked down at herself. She started to squint a little.

Emma grinned broadly and ran a finger over Jean's green dress and circled her right nipple. She could clearly feel Jean shudder and opened her eyes. A surprised gasp escaped her as she looked at Emma with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" Jean slurred in confusion, alternating between looking at her fingers and then her face.

"Imagine the look on his face if he saw that." Emma smirked confidently.

"I... I... don't know?" she stammered uncertainly as she moved a little away from her. "I don't think that's a good idea. I mean... It's complicated enough as it is."

"I'm sorry Jean. I just think the situation is pretty awesome. After all, I didn't just notice your horniness, but Dean's too. But you're right, if only because of Scott!"

"Did you have to mention him now?" Jean sighed softly.

"That's not what I meant. But the fact that Dean is driven to show you that he's better than Scott. I don't just mean in bed, by the way. He loves you!" said Emma. She didn't want her to give Jean the impression that he was only after sex. It was clear that Dean wanted more than just sex, but he hadn't considered everything. Apparently Jean had also realized the full consequences of all this.

It wasn't just the fact that she was cheating on Scott or, at best, divorcing him. Jean was an Omega level mutant and Dean was a descendant of Purple Man. The very man who had just been killed by the X-Men. If it came out that Jean had ended a years-long relationship over a young guy with such powers, questions would inevitably arise. Not to mention Logan. She only really realized that now. Logan, at least, had always been resistant to Purple Man's powers. On top of that, he was in love with Jean.

"What are you looking at all of a sudden?"

"I'm just thinking about how I can help you two. So that you can have some time to yourselves without Logan or other people asking stupid questions." she stated honestly. The fact that Jean didn't say anything about it only meant that Jean had recognized the seriousness of the situation. Jean really cared about Logan, but she wasn't prepared to take that into consideration. However, she had to agree with Emma. The situation went far beyond a normal break-up.

"Thank you, Emma. That... I didn't have that on my radar. I'm afraid I'm behaving rather ridiculously right now. " she said quietly.

"NOW you're making a fool of yourself Jean. Stop reverting to your old role as Miss Perfect. That's what pisses me off the most when you're like that. We're not at school here and certainly not with any dignitaries."

"What does that mean now?"

"It means that sometimes you shouldn't be Miss X-Men and more Jean. Let me tell you something. You're stupid!" said Emma, emphasizing every word of the last Saki rather pointedly. However, she continued before Jean could reply. "I didn't want to start our old petty war again, I just wanted to make you realize that you're more than that. Above all, that you have every right to do what you want. As long as it's good for you AND you do it because you want to. But if you think your relationship is too risky, I understand.”

"Thank you. You're right about that. I haven't considered everything, but... I don't want to give up everything because of that. Maybe it won't last long or it's something more serious. Maybe we could keep it to ourselves for now. I'll make sure Scott doesn't notice anything."

"You mean you'll let him watch Dean kiss you again or send him to sleep to do it to your lover?" Emma grinned suggestively and saw Jean grinning lustfully.

"Or I'll let him watch. Maybe he'll learn something." she grinned drunkenly.

"OOh. We are allowed to watch? You seem to like it?" grinned Emma.

-

"You have no idea. I had such a great dream."

"Oh. I saw that. A hot threesome in front of Scott! Awesome number."

"Do you want to watch or play with my boys again?" Jean grumbled with a laugh and raised her index finger threateningly, but then burst out laughing.

Both women laughed amusedly and for the rest of the evening they sat together, drank **** and had a long overdue conversation