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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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.