The Phoenix Sees All

There's a solid chance that Emma would be the most powerful, prolific, unmatched telepath on the planet-- If not for one goody-goody redhead with occasional flaming wings. The redhead currently manning the stove.

"Alright, bacon's ready! You guys can--"

Jean turned to face her teammates and froze on the spot. The various floating plates and utensils around her suddenly plummeted to the floor-- Or they would've, if Emma hadn't caught them with her own mental abilities. Her pale blue eyes looked to Jean, eyebrow raising.

"Is everything alright, Miss Grey? I do hope you're not having another 'avian incident'..."

Jean looked at Emma... Then Logan and Jubilee, who seemed relatively oblivious... Then back to Emma, standing completely bare in their kitchen. With a blush on her freckled cheeks, she sighed, and levitated the plates to the table.

"Fine, Emma. Thank you."

They took a seat. Logan and Jubilee immediately began their battle for the bacon. Emma calmly sipped her coffee... While Jean sat stiff in her seat, trying to pry her eyes away from her rival's bare breasts. After a moment, she reached to the blonde telepathically.

("Emma... For God's sake... Why are you naked?")

("I've always been naked, dear. From the first day we met. Congratulations on finally seeing through the veil.")

Jean's response wasn't audible, but her face spoke volumes. ("I... What? But all of your fancy outfits... You have your own clothing brand!")

("Ironic, isn't it?") Emma stifled a chuckle. ("It's efficient. Comfortable, yet thrilling, and easy to maintain... Assuming you're a half decent telepath.")

There it was. That challenging little look that Emma always seemed to give her. Just daring her to stoop to her level. Cast aside her morals and rationality, just to wipe that smug look off her utterly perfect face.

("Why... Would I even want to TRY--")

BAMF

Jean's thoughts were cut off as Nightcrawler suddenly appeared in the kitchen with a puff of smoke! Cyclops followed, then Beast. Various mutants piling in for breakfast and to discuss the day's matters. Even through telepathy, chatting can be difficult in a rowdy room.

"Well, thank you for breakfast, Jean. I'll be out on the training ground... If you need me." Emma smiled, calmly brushing past the rapidly filling kitchen... While giving her plump ass a notable sway for Jean, and Jean only.