Bad Kitty - For Jean

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It was just too much for him to take. The way she taunted and flirted, the violent memories she'd saved and broadcast for him, the exhilirating feeling that he got from her mental connection; he just couldn't resist Jean any longer, and it was time to act on his instincts.

He never would have been like this if Emma hadn't cut him off so brutally, so cruelly. She'd turned her back on him, severed their connection, left him feeling alone and abandoned. He'd been easy pickings for Jean as soon as he'd met her, and he didn't even realise himself just how emotionally vulnerable he was; it was no excuse for what he was planning to do, but in his mind, it justified his actions to some degree. By going to Jean, he'd spite Emma in more ways than one, make her regret pushing him away as well as acknowledging that Jean's powers were substantial. He didn't know just how highly Emma prized her powers, but if she were anything like him, she'd hate the idea of someone bettering her with them.

Smirking to himself, he made his way to the womens' dormitories, breathing in the wecome scent of so many female bodies living closely together, his mind already wild with ideas as he arrived at the room where Jean was waiting for him, alone.

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While taunting was one thing, Jean was convinced Victor was bluffing. She'd seen how much of the other telepath was in his brain. If he loved her, well... That was pathetic. Attachments didn't make any sense to Jean, and she viewed them as weakness.

Jean felt Victor's brain when it nudged into the net she kept up, and she opened the door, smirking at him. "How you surprise me, Mr. Creed." She stepped back out of the doorway to let him in, biting hard on her bottom lip. "So glad you came."

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"I haven't come yet, sweetheart, but I will." He didn't even bother trying to throw out some kind of pretense; it was obvious why he was here, the arousal in his mind was peaking and spiking, the images she'd broadcast awakening his primal, feral side and banishing his foul mood, at least for a brief while. Emma didn't want him, she'd made that clear, so he'd do whatever the fuck he felt like doing - and right now, that something was Jean. "And if you're lucky... maybe you will, too."

Emma had taught him some tricks during the time they'd been together, and he was more than willing to try them out here. He could remember clearly, even now, the way she'd showed him how to please her, trained him with encouragement and reward, her delicate sighs enough proof that he'd be learning everything just fine.

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His bravado was pleasing to Jean, and she sauntered up to him, inches away. She grinned, eying him over slowly. "Hmm. I think I can make my own luck." She braced a hand on his chest, planning to push him backward, when her mind was invaded by a blonde.

The blonde that was all over his brain.

"Victor, I'm not one for petty jealousies. I really don't care if you want to think about your girlfriend while I ride you like a bucking bronco, but project a little less, would you?" She smirked at him, then shoved him backward.

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At her words, he couldn't help but recall what it felt like to have Emma astride him, her legs either side of his own, her hands planted firmly against his chest much as Jean's was resting on his own at that very moment; her blonde hair falling over her back as she moaned and cried out his name, her body moving in unison with his own, his clawed hands digging into her thighs as she bucked and gasped and panted.

He gave a growl as he was shoved backwards onto the bed, his mind being jolted back to the present as Jean stood over him with a smirk on her face, and he responded in kind, a smile crossing his own features. It had only been a few days since he'd been with Emma, but this was what it felt like to feel wanted, needed; it felt good. He was already reaching up to start pulling off his shirt, eager to get down to things, needing a release from all his tension.

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Jean closed her eyes for a second as the barrage of Emma didn't stop. Her jaw set, and she straddled him on the bed, grinning when the non-stop blonde telepath parade ended for a moment.

She unzipped the form fitting coat that came along with the uniform, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. She was riled up, and the man between her legs had caused it. He damned well was going to finish it.

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He grinned up at her, remembering the first time Emma had let him take her like this, the way she'd taunted him about her prowess when it came to being on top, teasing him with hints and snatches of images before finally mounting him and proving that her words hadn't been just idle talk. She'd worked him hard that time, but it had been worth it hearing the way she gasped his name, her nails dragging lines across his broad chest, their mental link enhancing the pleasure tenfold. He wondered whether Jean could possibly be as good as that.

Still, she wasn't bad to look at, her figure lithe and trim, even if she would have looked better with blonde hair.

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Jean was halfway over her head with her shirt when the barrage of Victor's pining and simpering over Emma started again. "For fuck's sake." She pulled her shirt back down, standing up from the bed and moving to the center of the room.

"Get the fuck out of here. You're pathetic." She rolled her eyes.

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"I'm pathetic?" he growled, staring at her with a look that bordered on disbelief. He'd been called a lot of things in his time - selfish, cruel, inconsiderate, even downright evil - but he wasn't used to being called pathetic. He didn't even know why she was acting like this, the useless whore. "You get the fuck back here right now and stop being such a frigid bitch!"

That look she was giving him, it was similar to the one he'd received from Emma a few days ago, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

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Jean snorted a laugh. "I'm not being the frigid bitch, sweetie. That would be your little lover, since she's not fucking you right now. Now get the fuck out before I throw you out." She looked at him with zero fear in her eyes.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE, SHUT UP!" Jean roared, the door to her room opening by itself. "Get. Out. Now."

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It usually took a lot to un-nerve Victor, and he was feeling pretty shaken up right now. He wasn't used to people standing up to him, let alone women, and Jean was clearly a woman used to getting what she wanted - his kind of woman. Even as she yelled at him he still wasn't sure what he'd done to annoy her so much, and that just frustrated him even more. He'd been thinking about Emma, certainly, but he'd been doing that for the past few days anyway - why was she suddenly so annoyed about it?

"Oh, fuck you, you're probably a shitty lay anyway!" he snarled, gathering his shirt and rising from the bed, glaring at Jean as she glared right back at him. "What's the matter, can't compete with Emma between the sheets?"

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Jean's anger ebbed, only in the fact that she was once again amused by Victor. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't the good amusement, like it had been before. It was the arrogant, challenged amusement. Her jaw tightened, and she forced her way into his mind, bombarding him with mental streams of her memories, twisting, bucking hips, fingernails digging into flesh, shouts and groans, blinding orgasms.

She hit him with enough force that it would've been like a punch, and he would've been overwhelmed with sensations. She then brought her hand up, lifting him telekinetically and hurling him bodily from the room and down the hall. She sauntered to the door, smiling at him. "You'll never know what I can do in person, huh?" She turned with a twist of her hips and slammed her door shut.

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The sheer, raw power of her sexuality overwhelmed him, lowering his defences and making him even more vulnerable to the telekinetic blast which followed, sending him smacking against the bare concrete with a horrible 'crack'. Something had been damaged, and even though it would heal in time, he still hissed at the pain, picking himself up to glare at her as she spat her words at him, making him feel belittled and humiliated.

He wasn't used to women turning him down. At least, not ones who had the power to physically turn him away like that. For him, resistance was normal, and he enjoyed it, savoured the feel of a woman struggling against him - but Jean, as with Allison and Laura, had actually managed to fight him off and hurl him away, and he hated it. Even Emma had been able to...

...shit. Emma. She'd been the reason he'd come here on this fool's errand in the first place, the reason why he'd decided to be spiteful and get Jean into bed, and even Jean didn't want him. So much for coming up with a plan to make himself feel better and make Emma pay for what she'd done. He felt alone and empty, knowing that even if he had managed to get what he wanted from Jean, it wouldn't have been the same as with his Princess.

Fuck. It just made him want her even more.