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[Author's Note: This section begins a series of one-shot scenes from around the merged Earth, highlighting various characters and setting / continuity elements of the alternate universe this series takes place in. The story will return to Jessica and her circle at a later point and the main story arc will resume from there. Specific disclaimers for this chapter: Avengers characters are copyright Marvel Comics, characters from the Justice League and Green Lantern franchises are copyright DC Comics. I own none of them.]
Interlogue 1: No-Longer-Single Green Female
Part 1: Emerald and Jade
Like most people, Jennifer Walters, the sensational She-Hulk, had been told to fuck herself a time or two. That was to be expected. What she never expected was that she'd ever be doing it.
Jen was floating in a starry void, with a subtle tone of green to everything as if the scene were filmed as part of the Matrix movies. That was ok with her, she rather liked the color green. She rather had to. She also knew that she was dreaming, as this was not the first time this sort of thing had happened to her. Ever since she'd found the artifact called the Starheart, which had restored her powers and expanded them in ways she never imagined possible, she'd had these dreams. Ever since she became host for the "energy ghost" at the core of the Starheart, another green Jennifer from another Earth, she'd met with her from time to time in this innerspace within herself.
Jennie-Lynn Hayden had been her name, and she'd died heroically. In fact, her body had been destroyed while stabilizing the very same dimensional rift that had led to her world being merged with the world that Jen knew. A world where there was no Hulk, no Avengers, no X-Men or Fantastic Four, a world where the greatest hero was a guy named Superman and the premier hero team was an outfit called the Justice League. Jennie-Lynn, or Jade as she called herself in her heroic identity, had been a member of that illustrious group from time to time and both alongside them and with others she had fought to protect her world and save lives too often to count. She was a perfect example of the old phrase "the good die young", because Jade had been way too young to die.
On the other hand, "die" might be a little too strong a word. Her body had been destroyed by the cosmic forces unleashed in the event horizon of the multispacial rift, but that wasn't the end for her. Her mind, her memories, one could say her very soul had been imprinted on the Starheart which was the source of her powers and in that way she could be said to live on despite her disembodied state. Then again, "alive" might also be too strong a word for a woman who existed only as a pattern of sentient energy inside a crystalline cosmic artifact. That's why, as the new host of the Starheart, Jen felt it so important to let the girl live through her as much as possible. It was the right thing to do.
Of course, it was also the fair thing to do, as the Starheart had literally saved her life. What Tony Stark hadn't realized when he came up with the nanotech he used to shut down the "gamma furnace" mechanism in her cells was that doing so would have deadly side effects. Just because the "furnace" was shut down didn't mean her body stopped generating gamma energy, it just meant it couldn't use it anymore. That meant that excess gamma built up in her system with nowhere to go, and it began slowly poisoning her. The Starheart, once she accepted it into her body, could not only use her body's gamma to fuel her cells the way her own cellular processes used to do, it could also control and channel that energy in ways that she could never do before. She could fly now, and project energy, and other such nifty feats that were a hell of a nice bonus to go with the whole not dying thing. Allowing a heroic young woman the chance to live vicariously through her was a small thing to ask in return.
It wasn't quite that cut and dried, though. While there was definitely a part of Jennie-Lynn that dwelled within her as a seperate persona, there was also a large part of her that was integrated into Jen herself. She had the younger Jennifer's memories, for example, and many of her preferences and dislikes and other personality traits had bled over as well. So while Jen regarded Jennie-Lynn much like a younger sister, she was in many ways also a second self as well.
That's where the whole "fucking herself" thing came in. Because in these dreams, the other Jennifer didn't have her there for snacks and idle conversation.
As they floated in that psychic energy innerspace, like large and small mirror images, they drifted closer and then came into contact. First their hands met, drawing each other into an embrace, then their lips in a tender and then increasingly passionate kiss. Their outfits vanished, and their forms glowed green as they exchanged energy directly through one another's skin. It was both sensual and ethereal at the same time, and amazingly intimate and intense. And then when Jade's energy form rippled and flowed to a new configuration, inverted against her bigger counterpart and lips to lower lips, it became sexual as well. And yet, they didn't quite have sex, essentially motionless in that intimate sexual kiss, exchanging energy and engaging in a link that was more than physical. Without needing to move or stimulate each other directly, they instead had their senses and their very beings suffused with the intimate experience of one another as the pleasure slowly built within them like a battery gaining charge. Slowly, inexorably it built within their merged selves until it exploded forth like a green nova, their very forms themselves transmuting into the green energy of the explosion itself, their entire being converted into orgasm.
After a time of floating formless and selfless in a state of pure existential bliss, completely at one with the Starheart and the other persona within it, Jen slowly began to coalesce and regain her sense of self and the boundaries thereof. And then, she felt herself drifting back towards wakefulness and she smiled to her other self who was waving a soft goodbye. It was not sad, only affectionate, as they would not only meet again but indeed never truly ever part.
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Part 2: Emerald and Mahogany
Jen awoke slowly, smiling and making soft happy sounds as the feeling of warm wet between her legs and the lingering pleasure there were proof of how good that dream had been. In fact, it took her a bit to realize that something was stimulating her, and both of her own hands were accounted for. It was only then that she remembered she had a bed guest, her teammate, friend and frequent lover Monica Rambeaux, the fellow Avenger known as Photon. Monica was a beautiful Creole woman from New Orleans, who had been a Harbor Patrol cop before gaining her powers and becoming a superhero. As she'd explained when Jen had asked her about it, Creole was a uniquely New Orleans area mix of French, Spanish, Native American and Carribean black that had arisen through racial mixing over the course of nearly 400 years of New Orleans history, and while Monica might look like a somewhat light-skinned but otherwise ordinary black woman to an outsider there was a much richer mixture of culture and heritage under that beautiful brown skin than african alone. That didn't mean that Monica had anything against people of African-american or any other heritage or thought she was better than them, she was just proud of her own heritage and place of birth and liked people to know who and what she was instead of assuming she was something she was not.
For her part, Jen was an intelligent and progressive-minded woman who had met, worked with, fought and bled alongside, and betimes slept with not only people from all over the world but a wide variety of non-humans as well so there was no issue of prejudice on her part regardless. And besides, as she'd said when Monica brought up the issue of interracial dating early in their relationship, Jen herself was green so she'd be the last person to judge someone by the color of their skin.
In fact, Jen thought they looked quite good together, brown against green as they cuddled together naked in the morning sunlight. And Monica's slender fingers felt so good working her moistened slit as she stroked her soft black hair, especially when she channeled gamma energy through those fingertips into Jen's core, sending thrills of pleasure through her whole being.
"Mmm... morning beautiful." she said as she became wakeful enough to speak.
"Morning yourself, I was starting to think you'd never wake up. You hungry, want some breakfast?" came the reply, Monica smiling softly to her as brown eyes met green. And it was quite the tempting offer, too, Monica was a New Orleans woman and thus a hell of a cook. But right now, Jen's belly was afire with a hunger of a different sort and she told her lover exactly that.
"Mmm, I would love some, but is there any chance I could have dessert first?"
Monica chuckled. "A little brown sugar to start your morning?"
Jen grinned. "Mmm, my favorite."
Monica nodded and smiled. "Fine, but my turn first. I've been awake a while and you've been making me wait for it taking your sweet damned time waking up. What were you dreaming about, anyhow? You were moaning so loud it woke me up."
Jen smiled softly, remembering the exquisite dream. She didn't want to derail their imminent lovemaking with details, so she just summarized. "Making love among green and red stars".
Monica just nodded and chuckled. "That one again? You need to get some new dreams, you're wearing that one out."
Jen just shrugged and offered a weak defense. "The red stars were new? It's usually just green."
Monica chuckled and teased. "Ooh, you got a chhristmas makeover for it, and isn't even winter. That the best you could do?"
Jen smiled and locked eyes with her. "I don't need to worry about my dreams when I have a dream come true right here in my arms."
Monica smiled at the mildly cheesy but still romantic reply, and mentally gave her an A for effort. "Good answer. You get a reward."
And with that, she began kissing her way down Jen's exquisite emerald body to bring her mouth where her fingers were and get a taste of green giant goodness. As Jen spread her legs for her and they lie in a line, brown at bottom and green atop, she had an amusing thought that she gave voice to in between soft moans as Monica's expert tongue worked hert soft and invitingly scented intimate flesh.
"Look, we're a tree.", she said grinning.
Monica blinked a bit but also chuckled, shaking her head with a soft groan at the joke, and then Jen paused and corrected herself. "Actually, on second thought that's Dr Druid."
Monica paused and looked up from her task, blinking. "What in the hell are you talking about?"
Jen grinned as she explained. "Dr Druid, you remember him right? He's a tree now. That really big oak in the main courtyard? That's him, 'ascended to a higher state of being' as he puts it. If you talk to him, he'll talk back telepathically."
Monica blinked more, incredulous. "Are you serious...? He's really a tree now???"
Jen nodded. "Yep, there's a plaque by him and everything. Go there yourself and check it out if you don't believe me." she paused "Later, I mean. Right now I want you right here finishing what you started..."
Monica grinned "Oh I bet you do..." she teased, and then laughed as strong hands pulled her face to that beautiful green muff and the scented and moist feminine treasures beneath, and she resumed what she was doing. Jen was quite vocal about her delight as she expertly worked her tongue inside those emerald lips, but then Monica let out a cry of startlement as she was lifted bodily from Jen, her face pulled away as her lover physically spun her around to face the other way and bring her brown lower lips to her green upper ones.
"Mmm, much better." Jen said with a lustful smile as she set about licking and tasting her lover, moaning softly into her as Monica began again on her down below. Then she smiled, and turned them over so that she was on top of Monica but otherwise in the same position, green over brown, and she quipped.
"We were a tree, and now we're a bush!"
Monica laughed and thwapped her ass. "Don't make me hurt you."
Jen just grinned. "Kinky, kinky --heyOW no fair knock it off with the lasers willya, I'll be good..."
Monica just grinned as her bigger and stronger lover fell into line for her. Jen might wear the pants in their relationship, but Monica held the power. And that's how she liked it.
"Yes, you will." was all she said as she buried her face in once more, this time not planning to stop until they'd had their fill of "dessert" and it was time for breakfast. And after that, if she had her way, dessert again.
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Epilogue: Shulkie's Machine
Jen was still smiling and thinking about the dream and the wonderful morning she'd had with Monica as she drove her gleaming metallic-green 1980 Corvette custom convertible down the palmtree-lined streets of Hollywood, on her way to a lunch meeting with a client. One of the very best benefits of her merger with Jennie-Lynn was that the girl had been a model and actress in her civilian life, and knew Hollywood like a hometowner. Following that thread and combining it with her own law degree and background, she found that entertainment law was a perfect fit for her. She wasn't intimidated by celebrity, but she did enjoy mingling with the stars when the opportunity afforded itself and in fact as an Avenger she was something of a celebrity herself. Plus her career combined with her own fame were enough to leverage her into the LA social scene, which she'd taken to like a fish to water. She was loving life right now, and she loved LA. And though she wasn't sure she was ready to admit it, she loved Monica despite them being only a part-time thing. She was happy with things as they were, but she was increasingly realizing that she wouldn't mind if things went to the next level, either. Maybe later she'd tell her exactly that.
In fact, the more she thought about it, the more sure she was. Getting on her cellphone to make reservations and order some flowers to deliver to the restaurant, and make sure they held a bottle of their favorite wine, she smiled to herself. It was going to be a good night.
Thinking back on the dream that had started off this most excellent day, she smiled more and said to herself.
"Red stars at night, Shulkie's delight!"
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[fin]
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