Arms of A Lover
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Adult ++
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Arms of A Lover
Title: Arms of a Lover
Author: Corina
Summary: Jean Grey falls into the arms of another.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Emma Frost/Scott Summers Jean Grey/Wolverine
Feedback: desired.
Characters: X-men
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: I always thought that after the Emma/Scott ordeal, Jean needed to get a little bit of revenge. Here is my take on it.
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One – Busted
Tears. Anger. A million emotions ran through Jean’s head. She couldn’t believe it. Scott and Emma. Her Scott. The man she had loved since she first stepped through the doors of the X Mansion. The man she had given her virginity to. The man she had planned to spend the rest of her life with. The man she had married. And there he was…between the thighs of the White Queen. Her supple thighs wrapped around his waist. The look of pleasure on her face.
And Jean was jealous. That pleasure should have been hers. That orgasmic ecstasy that Emma Frost was experiencing should have been hers. And the jealousy mixed with hatred for the woman. Hatred was a feeling that was new to Jean. New and strange. It was such a powerful emotion that Jean had to walk away. Close the door to her and Scott’s bedroom. Forever.
She pressed her back against the wall, fighting back her emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the image embedded itself forever in her mind. Scott and Emma. Her husband’s cock buried deep within Emma’s womanhood. She could still smell the musky aroma that surrounded them. The wetness of her impending orgasm. The guttural moans of Scott’s growing excitement echoed in her mind, louder and louder. Until she heard it. The door open. The image of Scott, wrapped simply in a white sheet as he looked at her.
“Jean. I’m so sorry,” he said. Though she knew the tone. She knew the words were spoken simply because he had been caught. Not because he truly meant them. She held up her hand, stopping any more lies from escaping his lips. “Don’t Scott….” She said. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Don’t stand there and tell me you are sorry for sticking your dick in Emma. Because I don’t believe you.”
Jean could hardly believe the words had escaped her lips. The vulgar word she had used to describe his manhood. Never had she referred to it as that. They had their pet names. But that was their past. Their private past. And no longer did she see him as hers. No longer did she feel the same love for the man she had given her entire existence to. Now he had made a choice. A choice that broke her heart into a million pieces.
“Of all the things we have been through Scott, this is something that…” Jean’s couldn’t find the words. And just as she tried, the door opened and Emma emerged from the bedroom. HER bedroom. The bedroom she and Scott had shared for years. Jean’s eyes filled with flames as she saw her. Wearing nothing but Scott’s shirt. Her blonde hair a mess. Her makeup and lipstick smeared across her surgically perfected face. “I’ll see you later…” Emma said with a grin. “Lover….”
The word cut Jean like a knife. She fought every urge to knock Emma through the wall. But instead, she turned towards Scott, locking her eyes with his. Though his visor blocked his eyes from her view, she knew them too well. Emotions danced within them. Hundreds of strands of emotion. All except one. All except regret. Scott had no regret for his actions. No apologies. “I…I don’t know what to say Jean,” Scott said, lowering his head slightly. “Ever since Apocalypse…things have been different. Not just between us. I’ve been different Jean.”
That same excuse. The same one that he had been using for years now. Apocalypse. His possession by pure evil. The same problem that they had been trying to work through. But apparently….Scott was seeking therapy elsewhere. Between Emma’s legs.
“Don’t give me that Scott,” Jean replied. “Don’t try to find excuses for what you did.” There was a million things she wanted to say to him. One word for every piece of her shattered heart. But she couldn’t. “Get out of my sight,” she said to him. “Get out of my sight Scott Summers!!!”
Scott shook his head. He knew she was upset. He knew that he was the cause of it. He did the only thing he could think of. He reached out for her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Jean. Let me try to explain. It wasn’t what it looked like.”
Jean shook her head, the tears escaping her green eyes and cascading down her cheeks like sad little waterfalls. “Explain? You want to explain??” she said, her voice growing louder with each syllable. “What’s there to explain Scott?” she said, forcing his hands off her shoulders. She could lobotomize him with a simple thought. She could send him into the atmosphere with one sudden blast. But instead, she turned away from him. For the last time. She couldn’t bear to look at him. To allow him to see her cry.
He couldn’t stand to see her cry. Especially when he was the source of her tears. There was no going back. No way to undo the damage that had been done. There was no way for him to take back the hurt that Jean was feeling. No way to turn back time and make things right. He watched as his wife turned away from him, knowing that her emerald green eyes would never look at him the same way again.
“I’m sorry Jean.” It was the only words he could say. The only thing that in his mind would make things right. But they didn’t. Not one bit. Seeing Jean turned away from him gave him no choice. He shook his head, walking back into the bedroom. But the image that met him, the mess of a bed…his and Jean’s bed…nearly brought him to tears. How could he have let this happen?
He reached for his visor, and noticed that his hand trembled a bit. An optic blast would have erased the bed into a memory. A gut wrenching reminder of his failed marriage. But he stopped. Instead he grabbed the remaining sheets and began tearing them into pieces, sending the pillows and blankets flying in a frenzy behind him. Reality had hit him.
Jean heard the door slam behind her, and immediately spun around. “Scott….” She whispered, closing her eyes and pushing another wave of tears from her eyes. She buried her face in her hands as she heard the noises coming from their bedroom. “Why Scott…” she thought to herself.
Author: Corina
Summary: Jean Grey falls into the arms of another.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Pairing(s): Emma Frost/Scott Summers Jean Grey/Wolverine
Feedback: desired.
Characters: X-men
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: I always thought that after the Emma/Scott ordeal, Jean needed to get a little bit of revenge. Here is my take on it.
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.
Chapter One – Busted
Tears. Anger. A million emotions ran through Jean’s head. She couldn’t believe it. Scott and Emma. Her Scott. The man she had loved since she first stepped through the doors of the X Mansion. The man she had given her virginity to. The man she had planned to spend the rest of her life with. The man she had married. And there he was…between the thighs of the White Queen. Her supple thighs wrapped around his waist. The look of pleasure on her face.
And Jean was jealous. That pleasure should have been hers. That orgasmic ecstasy that Emma Frost was experiencing should have been hers. And the jealousy mixed with hatred for the woman. Hatred was a feeling that was new to Jean. New and strange. It was such a powerful emotion that Jean had to walk away. Close the door to her and Scott’s bedroom. Forever.
She pressed her back against the wall, fighting back her emotions. Tears streamed down her cheeks as the image embedded itself forever in her mind. Scott and Emma. Her husband’s cock buried deep within Emma’s womanhood. She could still smell the musky aroma that surrounded them. The wetness of her impending orgasm. The guttural moans of Scott’s growing excitement echoed in her mind, louder and louder. Until she heard it. The door open. The image of Scott, wrapped simply in a white sheet as he looked at her.
“Jean. I’m so sorry,” he said. Though she knew the tone. She knew the words were spoken simply because he had been caught. Not because he truly meant them. She held up her hand, stopping any more lies from escaping his lips. “Don’t Scott….” She said. She couldn’t bear to look at him. “Don’t stand there and tell me you are sorry for sticking your dick in Emma. Because I don’t believe you.”
Jean could hardly believe the words had escaped her lips. The vulgar word she had used to describe his manhood. Never had she referred to it as that. They had their pet names. But that was their past. Their private past. And no longer did she see him as hers. No longer did she feel the same love for the man she had given her entire existence to. Now he had made a choice. A choice that broke her heart into a million pieces.
“Of all the things we have been through Scott, this is something that…” Jean’s couldn’t find the words. And just as she tried, the door opened and Emma emerged from the bedroom. HER bedroom. The bedroom she and Scott had shared for years. Jean’s eyes filled with flames as she saw her. Wearing nothing but Scott’s shirt. Her blonde hair a mess. Her makeup and lipstick smeared across her surgically perfected face. “I’ll see you later…” Emma said with a grin. “Lover….”
The word cut Jean like a knife. She fought every urge to knock Emma through the wall. But instead, she turned towards Scott, locking her eyes with his. Though his visor blocked his eyes from her view, she knew them too well. Emotions danced within them. Hundreds of strands of emotion. All except one. All except regret. Scott had no regret for his actions. No apologies. “I…I don’t know what to say Jean,” Scott said, lowering his head slightly. “Ever since Apocalypse…things have been different. Not just between us. I’ve been different Jean.”
That same excuse. The same one that he had been using for years now. Apocalypse. His possession by pure evil. The same problem that they had been trying to work through. But apparently….Scott was seeking therapy elsewhere. Between Emma’s legs.
“Don’t give me that Scott,” Jean replied. “Don’t try to find excuses for what you did.” There was a million things she wanted to say to him. One word for every piece of her shattered heart. But she couldn’t. “Get out of my sight,” she said to him. “Get out of my sight Scott Summers!!!”
Scott shook his head. He knew she was upset. He knew that he was the cause of it. He did the only thing he could think of. He reached out for her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Jean. Let me try to explain. It wasn’t what it looked like.”
Jean shook her head, the tears escaping her green eyes and cascading down her cheeks like sad little waterfalls. “Explain? You want to explain??” she said, her voice growing louder with each syllable. “What’s there to explain Scott?” she said, forcing his hands off her shoulders. She could lobotomize him with a simple thought. She could send him into the atmosphere with one sudden blast. But instead, she turned away from him. For the last time. She couldn’t bear to look at him. To allow him to see her cry.
He couldn’t stand to see her cry. Especially when he was the source of her tears. There was no going back. No way to undo the damage that had been done. There was no way for him to take back the hurt that Jean was feeling. No way to turn back time and make things right. He watched as his wife turned away from him, knowing that her emerald green eyes would never look at him the same way again.
“I’m sorry Jean.” It was the only words he could say. The only thing that in his mind would make things right. But they didn’t. Not one bit. Seeing Jean turned away from him gave him no choice. He shook his head, walking back into the bedroom. But the image that met him, the mess of a bed…his and Jean’s bed…nearly brought him to tears. How could he have let this happen?
He reached for his visor, and noticed that his hand trembled a bit. An optic blast would have erased the bed into a memory. A gut wrenching reminder of his failed marriage. But he stopped. Instead he grabbed the remaining sheets and began tearing them into pieces, sending the pillows and blankets flying in a frenzy behind him. Reality had hit him.
Jean heard the door slam behind her, and immediately spun around. “Scott….” She whispered, closing her eyes and pushing another wave of tears from her eyes. She buried her face in her hands as she heard the noises coming from their bedroom. “Why Scott…” she thought to herself.