WHO:Emma Frost & Jean Grey WHEN: Recently WHERE: Their Home WHAT: Jean and Emma discuss wedding plans. WARNINGS: None really; implications of off screen sex STATUS: Complete
Wedding planning wasn’t something Emma was at all capable in -she’d never been married, never planned a wedding, barely been involved at all in Christian’s wedding save showing up and trying to not outdo the bride or start some family drama. Hiring a planner was an option, money was no issue at all, but she was a bit of a control freak all the same.
Enjoying a Saturday with Jean, taking in a light meal at home, Emma figured they could at least narrow down things by determining just what they each cared for and didn’t. Emma had no intention of inviting her mother or sisters, Christian of course, but she didn’t want her day with Jean to be marred by her family.
Appearances aside, she had no intention of having some large, gaudy over the top display. “Do you have any ideas for just what you’d like for our wedding?” She doubted Jean wanted to have some crystal and champagne draped event.
“What if I wore white and you wore red or green?”Jean joked. Of course, she’d dreamed of her wedding. The big traditional thing with the white dress. And she wouldn’t want Emma in anything other than white for it.
She also was a control freak, and she knew what she wanted. And what she wanted was as big a bash as it had been with Scott, because Emma deserved at least that if not more.
“You’d be a vision in white.” Emma had not been present for the epic wedding of Scott and Jean, but she didn’t doubt that it had been quite the affair. Big or small, Jean would look decadent in whatever she wore. “Although green does wash out my colouring.” Tragically, green was not her colour, red she could work with, possibly not in a dress. But, “Our flowers could be our colours. Red and white roses?”
A tad cliche, perhaps, but they were so intertwined with them that it hardly mattered.
“Red and white roses sounds lovely,” Jean agreed. She could picture it, too, and the more she did the more excited about it she got. “It would be a crime not to have an open bar at the reception. And we should agree on music. And if we’re doing the garter and bouquet things.”
The open bar was a certainty, she could afford it, it wasn’t a worry in the least. “How traditional would you like?” Emma hadn’t pictured a wedding, not after Sebastian. She’d been too focused on work and achieving that to really think seriously on wedding things like most young women. And Sebastian had burned her greatly with disloyalty and betrayal. In both worlds.
“I’m completely open to however you’d like to incorporate things.” She doubted they’d clash too greatly on music choices in the least.
“Traditional, and big. Make your father roll over in his grave because he can see it from hell big,”Jean suggested. The headline could read “Frost weds schoolmarm.””
Emma couldn’t hold back the laugh at that, grinning broadly, “Well that shouldn’t be too difficult.” They could rent out an entire hotel, have marquees, a buffet to feed hundreds, music into the night. There wasn’t really a limit that Emma would need to keep to after all. “An open invitation to Orange County to see the wedding of the century.”
“As long as our friends get front row seats, we can invite the whole state.” Jean decided. She could imagine the extravagance of Emma’s gown. That alone would be worth anything to see.
The whole state might be pushing it, but hey, they could attract that kind of buzz. But the guest list could be battered out later. “Should we shop separately? Attempt to keep the dresses from each other until the big day?” It was a big ask, Jean had managed to keep the proposal from Emma, but some things were likely to leak through if they had it in their heads long enough.
“Yes.” Jean answered without hesitation. “We can use one of Scott’s lockboxes to keep it secret from each other.”
It wasn’t fool proof and in fact only upped the temptation to peek, but it might also be a little bit of fun. “I want to be surprised and delighted when I see you. I’d already be delighted.”
Part of the fun was the big reveal, wasn’t it. That first glimpse on the day, and they both had so little when it came to surprises. “I think that’s an excellent idea.” It would be tempting, yes, but the delayed gratification of the event would be well worth it.
“We’ll need to book some cake tasting appointments. Because we are not skipping that at all.”
“But what would that do to our figures?” Jean asked, batting her eyes because she didn’t really care so much about that. As stunningly attractive as Emma was (and make no mistake Jean could stare are those curves forever), Jean would still love her regardless of how she looked.
“We can diet for a week afterwards.” As much as Emma would like to say that her figure didn’t bother her, that she’d grown past those silly beauty standards and pushed those perceptions placed upon her down and out of her mind, she’d be lying. Of course she wanted to look good, and it was still very much tied into her weight and how slim she was.
Thanks Dad.
“But it’s definitely a price I’m willing to pay for cake.” Especially wedding cake. There was something about wedding cake that made it better.
Jean tilted her head, smiling at Emma. “Just you wait. We can smash cake into each other’s faces, and then do the garter thing with telepathy. Or teeth. Whichever is more fun.”
“My mouth on your legs might not stay suitable for our friends to watch.” Emma smirked a little. Wedding planning was meant to be stressful, wasn’t it? Not fun and giddy inducing? She was sorely tempted whisk Jean off home for a little more celebrating.
Jean raised her eyebrows. “Well, we could practice the part where friends shouldn’t watch. And there is always the mindscape.”
She enjoyed their time there. Not just the trysts, but the talks. A long walk on the beach while teaching class? Easy, and still romantic. With the mind, anything was possible.
“There is that age old saying about practice, and we definitely should be perfect. You know I’m a perfectionist.” And there were things that were definitely worth being a perfectionist about. “We should absolutely get on that, as soon as possible, clear out plenty of time for it
”I think I’ve got the time right about now,” Jean suggested, her voice dropping an octave. She pulled Emma over, and then started for the stairs.
A couple of hours to just enjoy each other was not a bad idea in the least. Emma just chuckled as she took Jean’s hand and followed onwards. She really wasn’t sure which of them was a worse influence on the other.