The atmosphere felt like the calm before a storm on the drive home. The tension within the car was suffocating.

Emma’s eyes were trained onto the road ahead, her hand gripping the wheel with an unbudging tightness. Anger and jealousy was radiating from her in waves, heightened by her pledge of silence.

She’d taken you with her to one of her meeting work dues and it hadn’t exactly gone as planned.

See her highest business associates, also the biggest supporters and advocators of her political opinions and goals against the non mutants population had gotten a little too talkative with her wife.

Of course, Emma had been occupied the entire night, (and possibly neglected you a little), but that didn’t compare to the way you had gone about entertaining his associates who were very obviously interested in you.

"You are being petty."

She speaks with a tense jaw, gripping the steering wheel without taking her eyes off the road. Emma was beyond pissed with your bratty attitude and behaviour tonight.