When she was able, Jean dressed and left Scott's quarters, thinking it had been a very long time since she had done the walk of shame in yesterday's clothes. She both liked and disliked the taste of her youth.
The power of the Phoenix, suppressed as it was, left her able to recover before Emma, but she wasn't in any mood to lord it over the White Queen. Their rivalry, as perversely enjoyable as it was, was now a free for all with Betsy in the mix.
It was obvious Jean had no exclusive claim on Scott. She wasn't his first love now, not with the man he'd become. After how she'd toyed with him, playing with his and Logan's affections, she couldn't even be upset. She wasn't irrational enough to ignore the irony. She wasn't the Dark Phoenix.
Ororo caught her as she walked the halls of the school. The mutant known as Storm looked as staggeringly beautiful as ever, her simple yet graceful costume emphasizing her elegance while leaving alone her exotic sexuality to glimmer on its own.
She wore a simple black unitard finished with silver, a becoming cape flowing off her shoulders and holding onto her bracelets, with thigh-high boots and her stylized headdress completing the ensemble. The plunging neckline of her costume displayed her proud breasts to tasteful excess, while her cape hid the luscious bottom Jean knew her friend to possess, teasing any viewer with bare, firm thighs under a skintight crotch. The final effect was completely natural in its sensuality. Jean could see how Storm was viewed as both divine and yet powerfully sexual by the many who were charmed by her.
Or perhaps her judgment was just impaired by the perversion Scott and their new power dynamic had driven her to. She had never thought of Ororo in such terms before...
"Good morning, Jean." Ororo frowned, seeing the turmoil within Jean. She had none of Jean's psychic abilities, but with her insight and tenderness, she often seemed more sensitive than Jean was. "Is something bothering you? You seem unwell."
"I'm fine. Just a long night," Jean said.
"Yes, I imagine it must be difficult, seeing Scott with Emma after all you've shared."
Jean managed a sickly smile. "You have no idea."
"Perhaps you could come to the garden with me. I was about to water my plants. You could take a moment and collect yourself."
"Alright, 'ro. Why not?"
Jean followed Ororo up several flights of stairs to what had once been the mansion's attic, but after several remodels and reconstructions, it was now essentially built from the ground up as a greenhouse to be Ororo's personal botanical playpen. Jean closed the door behind her and locked it, not so much for the sake of modesty, for Ororo had little, but that so no wandering student happened upon Ororo while she watered her plants in the way she was accustomed to.
Ororo stripped down, laying aside her entire uniform, all but her waist-length white hair. Her chocolaty skin was almost as dark as her black leather costume, while her tuff of platinum pubic hair seemed as burnished as the silver trim on her uniform had been.
Jean picked up an umbrella from the stand in the corner and opened it above herself, taking in Ororo's naked beauty almost as an aesthete would, while above her, storm clouds grew from clear air. They burgeoned against the glass ceiling, blotting out the clear blue sky above, and down came a chorus of rain on Ororo's flesh and the plants around her.
Jean bit her lip. Ororo was a creature of rare beauty. Her tall, slender body with its perfectly proportioned curves seemed all but godlike. Between the friendship Ororo offered to Jean and the sexuality that so appealed to the ravenous Phoenix, Jean did not know how her path had never led her to Ororo. She thought of Ororo's beauty, ravished by Scott's masterful pleasuring, and it almost made her feel faint.
"Now, what troubles you, my sister?" Ororo asked, walking between the rows of plants to absorb how each took the gentle shower she was providing. Her naked skin gleamed all the brighter with her supple muscles working underneath it in each long stride.
A wicked thought occurred to Jean. A purely Phoenix thought. She smiled as darkly as Emma ever had. "It's hard to explain... It has to do with Scott. He and I, we've reconnected of late... so to speak."
Ororo looked up from a passel of red roses. "Jean, that's wonderful news! Nothing against Emma, of course, but you and Scott... I am well-versed in how happy you make one another."
That was one word for it,
