Kara stretched on the couch, letting out a content sigh as Jean's fingers gently pressed against her temples, waves of psychic energy flowing into her mind like a warm current. It was strangely soothing, like drifting weightlessly in space, but with the added sensation of something tangibly touching her thoughts. She didn't know how Jean did it, but after just a few sessions of these psychic mind massages, she was hooked.
"Damn, Jean," Kara muttered, eyes closed as she melted deeper into the couch. "This stuff works wonders."
Jean smirked, her voice smooth and relaxed. "Told you. It's all about clearing mental tension, stabilizing your subconscious. You hold a lot of power in you, Kara. Too much of it unbalanced could mess with your body. I'm just… keeping things aligned."
What Jean didn't say was that each session was strengthening her grip on Kara's subconscious. Each time she pressed against Kara's mind, she took just a little more. Not enough for Kara to notice, of course. But enough that Jean could feel herself growing stronger.
She could feel Kara.
The raw, infinite energy coursing through the Kryptonian was limitless, endless, untouched. It wasn't just power—it was life itself.
Jean had feasted on minds before—humans, mutants, soldiers, enemies. She had taken their thoughts, drained their vitality, fed on their dreams until they were nothing but husks. But this? This was something else.
Kara was an eternal feast.
Jean's fingers twitched slightly against Kara's skin as she forced herself to stay calm. The Phoenix purred in the back of her mind.
"She is ours. Take more, my love."
Not yet. She had to play this carefully.
Kara let out another sigh, stretching slightly. "Y'know, with all the crazy stuff I've been dealing with lately, these sessions are a lifesaver. I should just keep you around all the time."
Jean's smirk widened. Perfect opening.
She kept her voice casual, but her next words were anything but innocent.
"Wouldn't it just be easier if I was around whenever you needed a session?"
Kara hummed, considering it. "Hmm. You mean, like, move in?"
Jean's fingers lightly trailed down the side of Kara's neck, just enough to send a subtle psychic pulse through her. "Well, it'd be more convenient, wouldn't it? No scheduling, no waiting. I could take care of everything. You'd barely even notice I was there."
Kara, completely relaxed under Jean's influence, chuckled softly. "That… actually does sound kinda nice."
Jean hid her smirk.
That was too easy.
Kara stretched again, then opened one eye lazily. "Wait, hold up. You got stuff to move in, right?"
Jean waved a hand dismissively. "Nothing important. Besides, my room here is kinda... distracting. Too many people. Too much noise. You're always calm. I think I'd work better near you."
That was a half-truth. Jean's dorm was perfectly fine. But she didn't need it anymore.
Kara sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes before grinning. "Yeah, alright. You're in."
Jean's smirk widened for just a second before she smoothed out her expression. "Great. You won't regret it."
No, but the others might.
That evening, Kara brought Jean back to her place, completely unaware of the looks she was getting from the other girls. Natasha, standing near the kitchen, crossed her arms. Another one?
Storm, lounging on the couch, arched a brow but said nothing. Rogue, leaning against the wall, merely smirked to herself, recognizing the play for what it was. Gwen, sitting at the dining table, let out a low, irritated sigh.
Wanda, on the other hand, didn't react at all. She was flipping through a book, barely even glancing up.
Natasha rubbed her temples. "Let me guess—Jean's moved in."
Kara grinned. "Yup. Turns out psychic mind massages are a real game-changer."
Natasha muttered something about "collecting strays," while Gwen groaned, burying her face in her hands.
Storm shook her head, grinning slightly. "You all really aren't even trying to be subtle anymore, huh?"
Jean smiled sweetly as she set her bag down. "I don't know what you mean."
Natasha gave her a look. "You're all the same. One by one, sneaking your way into Kara's life."
Jean tilted her head, voice smooth as silk. "Can you blame us?"
Natasha rolled her eyes.
Kara, oblivious to the entire unspoken conversation, flopped onto the couch. "Hey, as long as everyone's chill, I'm good with it."
Wanda finally looked up, watching Jean with mild interest before turning to Kara. "You happy with this?"
Kara nodded. "Yeah. Jean's great at what she does. This'll be good."
Wanda shrugged. "Then that's all that matters."
Natasha exhaled through her nose, shaking her head. Gwen grumbled something incoherent under her breath. Storm, now slightly annoyed that Jean had played her hand so well, stretched her arms with a quiet sigh.
Rogue, ever the silent observer, just smirked knowingly.
Jean had won this round.
Later that night, Jean sat in her new room, stretching lazily as she let the day's events settle in.
This was perfect.
She had full access to Kara now.
The harem war was officially heating up, but Jean had just made one of the best plays yet.
She trailed a finger along her temple, her psychic senses still pulsing with residual energy from her earlier session with Kara.
So much raw power. So endless. So intoxicating.
She licked her lips slightly, the Phoenix purring in satisfaction in the back of her mind.
"You are finally where you belong, my love."
Jean chuckled, tilting her head back.
She had played her part flawlessly.
And now?
Now, she had everything she needed.
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