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Emma Frost | Diamond (whitediamonds) wrote in x_aftermath_x,
@ 2008-10-10 20:22:00

Entry tags:

colossus, diamond

Who: Diamond, tag Colossus
When: Saturday, October 18th (late afternoon)
Where: Xavier's; sauna/whirlpool
What: Come to the dark side, we have cookies. (Take 2.)
Status: in progress
Rating: R For language, some sexual content and intense sequences of blond-in-bikini.

A few among the infected weren't high among Emma's priorities. Piotr Rasputin wasn't one of those people. After having spoken with the Braddock femme the night before, she felt fairly confident in taking on her next ~~victim~~ target. When she realized where the colossal Russian was headed, she went after her own bathing suit and headed him off at the pass. When Piotr entered the sauna, Emma Frost would be waiting. She geared up the settings to her liking and positioned herself against one of the stony benches, attempting to look similar to a mermaid siren in a grotto. Though, she knew most of the men at the school thought of her more as a screaming banshee in a condemned hotel. No matter. She wasn't using her sex appeal to sway Colossus - not entirely, anyway.

Things were going well. She had high hopes for the remainder of the infected - and for her own future. As the steam rolled up around her, Emma eased her head back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes, letting the warm moisture sweep over her. Even if their conversation didn't go as she'd like, 'Pete' wasn't so hard on the eyes, even if he was a bit simple. But Shaw wouldn't want him for his mind... would he?

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farmboy
2008-10-14 03:00 pm UTC (link)

Piotr was still... adjusting, that was the term he would probably use in polite company anyway. The Upir Virus wasn't something you got used to, at least not right away. However, Storm was a role model for the Russian and like the weather witch, Piotr did his best not to let the virus control him. He was determined not to shut himself away from the world like some of the other 'victims'. Betsy, Kitty, Ronan had all become even more reclusive, and no matter how much time he spent with Kitty it just felt like he was hitting his head against a wall. And not the usual, physical kind that Piotr normally broke through.

The sun still up and being a nuisance meant Pete had to occupy himself indoors, which at the mansion wasn't a huge let down. He decided to give his workout a try. It was first time since the attack that he'd felt in the mood to exercise. The practice was normally calming to Piotr, besides his art, it was the closest thing to therapy in his life. Unfortunately, this work out had not been a satisfying one. He had to adjust for all of his new abilities, not only the strength, but the extra endurance and stamina. Even after an hour, he'd felt like he had just been wasting his time, and taken out some gym equipment in the process. He left the gym frustrated, like you put all the work into a surprise party and the guy didn't show. He trudged back into the locker room when the thought of the sauna passed through his brain. It might help relieve his tension, he thought as he grabbed his bathing suit from the hook in his locker.

Piotr approached the door to the steam room and noticed someone was already inside. The door was already warm and a sweet intoxicating smell lingered in the small bit of mist that escaped the bottom of the door. He pulled it open and was met by the sight of Emma, also in her bathing suit, alone in the tiled room. Oh sweet Jes-, Pete was immediately in a state of excitement. Her body was flawless, laid out before him like an offering. He took a breath, the warm moist air filled his lungs laced with the scent of the telepath. Yeah, that didn't help. Pete attempted to suppress the erection that was forming in his swim trunks. 'Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts'. "Emma," Pete greeted the ~~hottie~~ woman with a nod and took a seat across from Diamond.

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whitediamonds
2008-10-15 05:04 am UTC (link)

"Piotr," her glossy lips curved upward as he arrived and she motioned for him to sit before he did so. She adjusted herself, uncrossing then recrossing her legs - now at the ankles. Her arms extended out to either side and rested on the back of the mosaic bench. "Come in to relax a bit? I know it's been awfully stressful for many of us, lately." Her leg moved forward and the tips of her toes caressed along the side of his inner-calf and moved upward to his knee before falling again. This was going to be easier than she'd anticipated. Her eyebrows knitted with concern over pitying blue eyes. "I know how hard you work around here. It must be difficult. So much giving to do, and everyone around you doesn't seem to want your help..." You're so very giving, aren't you?

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farmboy
2008-10-17 09:48 am UTC (link)

Piotr tried his best to keep his focus on Emma's ~~legs, stomach, chest, lips~~ face and her words, but it was proving a difficult task. If the amped up hormones weren't bad enough, Pete's failed attempts at romance didn't help matters. Brian was the closest thing the Russian had to a significant other; a fact that was not helping Piotr keep his desires at bay.

Her toes touched his leg and Piotr's breath caught in his throat. Emma's mind found his and the experience was altogether different from that of Xavier's or Jean's power. She seemed to linger in his brain, leaving a warm, satisfied feeling where she had touched it. Part of his brain wanted to ask what the woman was getting, at but the majority of it was enjoying the attention far too much. "I do what I can, we all do our best. You've helped a lot of people here yourself, Emma."

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whitediamonds
2008-10-17 08:42 pm UTC (link)

"I have helped. Though, as done to us both, I don't think Xavier's school teachers recognize your true potential. Or your power." She shifted, opting to lean forward as to look better into his rich, brown eyes. Her blues sparkled, even in the dim, hazy light of the sauna. "You work tirelessly and with so little gratitude. They know you are humble and were born in a place where work is a duty... where hard, thankless labor is just the way of life. I believe you're being taken advantage of. And now," she clucked her tongue, shifting her eyes from him to the fountain at the end of the aisle. It bubbled quietly. "Now, you're being ignored and cast out. And not just by your peers and students." She leaned forward still and placed a hand on Colossus' knee. "Piotr, they don't appreciate the love you have to offer."

Her fingers massaged at his knee, and the tips fanned out and slid slowly upward, sneaking an inch or so under the hemline of his trunks, then giving a squeeze before resting there. Katherine, Zalika, Minka... Any of them. They turn away from you - to the arms of other men, or private ambitions, or out of fear of your strength and power, despite knowing what a good heart lies inside. "You should be appreciated, in a place where your work would be rewarded," in so many ways.

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farmboy
2008-10-17 11:09 pm UTC (link)

As Emma spoke, some of her words sounded alarm bells in his head. Power, gratitude, ignored, appreciate; these words and the tone of Diamond's speech gave Pete reason to pause. The rational side of Colossus was screaming out inside his own head, 'What does she want?', 'Why is she talking to me?'... But the pleas for reason were going larger unheard. 'Why wouldn't she want to talk to me?' Pete answered his own questions. The darker, more selfish side of the Tinman had indeed been given a boost by the Upir virus. The humbleness Emma had just spoke of was having a much harder time coming to surface. Since he'd been turned, Pete had forced himself to remain quiet rather say or do what he wanted, something altogether new for the Russian.

Her hand found his leg and Pete fought back a shudder. God, that felt good, he thought as it traveled up his thigh. None of them cared. Pete thought in response to Emma's telepathic message. No, I don't mean that, but I just want... Pete just wanted someone to love him, Brian blew through women like tissues and Piotr was continually rejected. Zap's betrayal had been the worst. Anger was finding its way into Piotr's heart; it seemed to be the lone thing keeping the lust at bay.

Everything Emma had said was making perfect sense to Pete, but in a wrong way. He had thought all those same things but ignored the ideas and forced them down to deepest part of himself. But now, hearing someone else echo them, it made them all come roaring back to life. This whole situation was odd. "What are you getting at Emma?" A glimpse of rational Piotr poked through. His eyes squinted a bit at the blond bombshell but he made no effort to remove her hand. Yes, Piotr was enjoying this much too much.

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whitediamonds
2008-10-18 05:43 am UTC (link)

Carefully, she slid back so she was sitting up a bit further, her hand resting only with the tips of her fingers on his knee. She wanted to be closer to eye-to-eye level. Her nails dug gently into the toned skin and muscle around his kneecap, testing a bit to see the sensitivity of the spot. The blonde's eyes looked deeply into Piotr's and she finally spoke again. "You are an amazing man, Colossus. You deserve to be in amazing company. The company that your dear friend Brian so desperately seeks." Her eyes twinkled. "I haven't spoken with him. The Hellfire Club is different now. Our Inner Circle has such honesty and steadfastness - far less secrecy and restraint than ever before. And when I considered choosing a White Knight for myself, it was you who came to mind. Someone who would never do something that was against his character - no matter who requested it of him." Her fingers drew back and then tapped down in a repeated, drumming manner against his knee before she sat up completely, breaking the connection. "A White Knight, in shining armor..." a proud, ironic smile appeared here, and she stood, "serving under a White Queen." Her arm extended and her palm touched against his cheek while her fingertips tickled at his earlobe, and Emma leaned forward until her nose was almost touching Piotr's. "You would never go unappreciated by my side." Finally, she kissed him delicately, and with a quivering lust that even she couldn't hide. Her tongue darted out and roved sensuously over his thick lips before she angled her head and made a more pure connection of it.

Damn it. Why did she let herself get so worked up this way? He was just some over-sized virgin. Her legs came to straddle on either side of his left thigh and Emma eased herself down so she was 'sitting' atop him. Whether she'd pissed him off or not, he was still hard as a rock, and her free, left hand moved down to brush the tip of his erection. Underneath her swimsuit, she suddenly felt more moist than the sauna was responsible for.

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farmboy
2008-10-21 10:28 am UTC (link)

So much of Piotr wanted this; it all seemed too good to be true. And, of course it was. As soon as Emma mentioned the Hellfire Club, alarms went off in his mind. Brian had explained the club to him before. It was nothing he wanted to be a part of, even in his vampiric state. When Emma moved atop his leg, he was filled with conflict. Both the desire to embrace the blond harpy and the urge to push her away fought for the forefront of his brain. 'Unfortunately' for Pete, the urge to shove her off of him won out. His large hands wrapped around her narrow waist and he lifted her off of him and shifted, easing her back down on the bench beside him.

"Sorry, Emma." In more ways than one. Fearing the temptation that remained could get the better of him, he stood and moved for the exit, pushing all thoughts of Emma out of mind. He hoped the Upir-enhanced mental defenses would keep her from changing his mind. He had to go talk to Brian...

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