Scott Summers is not the Cyclops you're seeking, (rosehuedsight) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2010-04-20 08:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | au canon marvel plot, emma frost, scott summers |
Who: Dame Emma Frost and Prelate Scott Summers
What: Waking up in a bed together, then reconnecting hours later
When: Before Scott and Emma's posts to the network, and then after it and Emma and Myrene's Log
Where: In The House that Emma and Scott(the other two) Made
Warnings/Rating Starts out with sex and swearing and goes from there. NC-17 for the start, maybe less later.
Scott remembered sneaking two slaves out of the pens, using a hologram and a blur shield to make himself seem like a vaguely Magneto-ish shape, and then getting back to his own quarters, splashed with perfume to make it seem as if he had gone slumming for a woman. He had collapsed, and slept. All had been secure, and his position as High Prelate was secure. Or so he had thought.
As consciousness seemed to swim uop around him and he felt himself moving, he tensed, even as pleasure seemed to roll around him and his eyes opened wide... to stare into another pair of eyes, those of a beautiful blonde woman. She was gorgeous, nude, and pinned under him as he thrust into her pussy. His body felt near to bursting, full of pleasure and yet almost in a kind of pain, and he was not sure why, or what was going on, other than the obvious.
The woman he was fucking, which action seemed almost surrel to him, after the amount of time since he had actually done such occurred to him, was splayed out on the bed, but her hands seemed to be almost holding him to her and his hands were... well, they were handcuffed together.
What the hell was going on?
“What in the name of Apocalypse?” Despite himself, though, even as he gained full consciousness, he thrust one more time into her, for she was... incredible. Dragging up shreds of control, he groaned as he rolled off of her, and slammed his head into a side board.
“Fuck!” This was... almost fun.