A Private Eden 5

Brought back to the mansion by Ororo, Kitty was both relieved and disquieted to still be with the X-Men. She had no doubt that Emma Frost and the Hellfire Club were petty enough to simply want to ruin the X-Men’s day by making them all think she would have to join the Massachusetts Academy.

But did they really not want her? It seemed a strange length to go to, just to waste her and Ororo’s time on a round trip. If they’d launched some sort of attack while Kitty and Ororo were away, that would make sense, but the Hellfire Club had let them in, given them some time to rest, and then turned them away with some twaddle about not wanting anyone who didn’t really want to be there.

And Ororo had acted weird all the way home. Probably as suspicious as Kitty was, but she was still so much less warm than Kitty was used to. Could she be that concerned about what the Hellfire Club was up to? Kitty supposed so. Grown-ups were weird a lot of the time. If Logan could be so grouchy and still be on the team, Kitty guessed Ororo could get really sour herself.

She spent the afternoon picking up where she’d left off with Wolverine, asking him questions to see if she could get him to remember something about his mysterious past. Logan didn’t appreciate her spending so much time on his problems, which Kitty supposed made sense for an immortal.

After he’d really, truly lost patience with her, Kitty went to the greenhouse and picked a small spray of carnations for Ororo. She might as well let her bestie know how much she appreciated spending time with her, even if it was on a wasted car ride to the Hellfire Club’s clutches. She grinned all the way to Ororo’s room, thinking how surprised and delighted Ororo would be at her thoughtfulness.

Once at Ororo’s door, Kitty phased silently into the apartment. But, to her surprise, Kitty discovered that the room was empty. Ororo’s car was in the driveway, so there was no question she was somewhere around the mansion.

I know! Kitty thought with a snap of her fingers. She’s probably talking with one of the other X-Men!

She checked everyone else’s rooms. Ororo wasn’t with Piotr, she wasn’t with Kurt—outside Scott’s door, Kitty heard little murmurs. She pressed her face against the door and phased, peeking inside.

***

Emma was in the kitchen the next time she saw Kitty. She was taking advantage of her borrowed body to indulge her appetite more than usual when Kitty came in, saw Emma… or rather, Ororo… and turned right around to leave.

“Kitty, it’s so good to see you,” Emma began, but Kitty just walked right out of the room.

Emma looked after her, wondering what that was all about. She’d thought the X-Men were one big happy family. And didn’t everyone love Ororo? Scott certainly had—especially after she’d told him of her great love for anal.

It was morbid curiosity that drove her to find out what was bugging Kitty, but Emma couldn’t help it. She simply could not stand to see a young woman like Pryde go without comfort and guidance. It was the teacher in her.

She was shocked when she reached the doorway to Kitty’s room to find her sitting on the edge of her bed, tears flowing down her face.

“Kitty, what’s wrong?” she asked warmly as she moved to sit down beside Kitty and put an arm around the shoulders of the weeping girl.

Kitty automatically started to pull away from Ororo. But it felt so good to be held by her once more that she couldn’t break free of those comforting arms—they seemed the only fitting receptacle for the force of the sobs escaping her.

“Try to calm down, my lovely. Tell me what has you so upset.” And whether it has anything to do with the oh-so-perfect Storm being less than a goddess.

“You know what!” Kitty choked out between sobs.

Emma knitted her brows in concern. “No, I don’t, tell me.”

Kitty struggled to stop crying. “I saw you… you and Scott… what you were doing… those sick, nasty things… and with Jean hardly even buried!”

Emma feigned guilt, wondering if it was the first time Ororo had worn that expression. “I see. But why has that upset you?”

“Why? Don’t you know? I just said… you knew Jean for so long, she was your friend, and then you did that stuff with Scott, he was like her husband!”

Kitty began to cry again. Emma’s arms tightened around her.

“Oh, Kitty, darling, that’s why I did it. Scott’s such a good man, but like all men, he has urges. And without Jean around, there’s no one to tend those urges. I know what Jean would’ve wanted is for someone to take care of him. How could I let someone else do that?” Emma said softly, feeling a twinge between her legs as she recalled how good it had felt to take on that ‘burden’—the burden of what felt like a pint of cum forced up into her bowels.

“But… you were moaning so much… and saying such dirty things… and letting him… begging for him to…” Kitty hiccupped as her crying subsided. “God, Ororo, it’s like you were a different person! I know you’re so pretty that you must’ve… had sex… but… but… Jean and Scott were so in love… they must’ve been gentle, tender! How could Scott enjoy… what you were doing?”

“He’s a man,” Emma said simply, petting Kitty’s back. “Of course, men like women such as Jean and myself who are classy and respectable and intelligent. But only until we get into bed with them. Then they want a porn star.”

“They do?” Kitty asked, confused, torn—wanting to give into this Ororo that felt so warm and loving again, but also unable to believe what she was saying.

“Of course! Do you think it was any different back when Jean was alive?”

“How can you say that?” Kitty cried, rearing back to look at Emma incredulously. “Jean, she was so… I bet she wouldn’t even talk about sex with you!”

“Kitty, we did far more than talk about sex. I know Jean acted like a prude, but the truth is, she was more than happy to accept all the intensity of the beautiful love she and Scott shared. And I’m sure about this because I was one of the ones she was able to cope with that intensity.”

“What do you mean?”

Emma gave the girl a little hug. “What you walked in on the other day wasn’t the first time Scott and I were intimate… it was the only the first time Jean wasn’t there to enjoy herself with us.”

For a few moments, Kitty sat there in silence, trying to take in the enormity of what she’d just ‘learned’ about the sainted Jean Grey. She wanted to believe Ororo. She wanted and needed to know that what she’d witnessed between Ororo and Scott wasn’t the disgusting betrayal of Jean’s memory that it had seemed—but it wasn’t easy.

Much as Kitty knew that she still had a lot to learn about the adult world, it felt like turning around a hundred and eighty degrees to believe that Jean was some sort of… slut.

“Are you saying that you were in love with Scott too?” Kitty asked finally, remembering how ecstatic Ororo had looked when Scott was… so very intimate with her.

Emma took a deep breath as if steadying her nerves. “No, he’s simply a very pleasing lover. Or perhaps I am in love with him, as I was in love with Jean.” She patted Kitty’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in. I tried to deny my feelings too, not realizing how natural and pleasurable they could be, but after I finally admitted to myself what I wanted, Jean and Scott… well, as passionate as Scott and I are with each other, with Jean it was absolutely explosive.”

“Then… you did it with Jean too?” Kitty asked, barely able to believe what she was hearing.

“Yes, Kitty, we all did it. I was as hot and horny for Scott’s cock as Jean ever was. And I was happy to teach Scott how a woman truly enjoys being kissed… being touched… only a woman really knows what a woman likes, after all.”

Emma bit her lip, becoming aware of a familiar burning in her clit as it grew stiff. Her sex was getting warm, getting wet. It wasn’t just tricking Kitty into believing something depraved about her mentors. It was holding the girl to her chest and knowing that little body was heating up just as hers was.

“I don’t want you to think we’re debauched or anything. That’s why Scott and I haven’t included anyone else in our lovemaking—we would never want to feel like we were replacing Jean. Even when it feels as though Scott is simply too much for me. I still feel… opened… by how he did it with me. I’ve felt that way since the funeral.”

“Oh God, you did it after the funeral?” Kitty interrupted.

“At the funeral,” Emma corrected, her breath coming faster as wetness seeped into her panties. It was an arousing thought, even if total fiction. “The grief was so intense—we simply had to purge all those emotions. And I know Jean would’ve wanted me to take all Scott had to give, no matter how much he had to work out. I couldn’t sit down for days after, but I know I gave him the succor that Jean would’ve if she were there.”