Who. Young!Emma Frost From. Not UtR By. Krys Note: Prompt is "playful." I've had this image of Emma and Jono in the back of my head and I needed to get it out. Also wanted to post something with her that wasn't all emobuckets.
"You regret it, don't you?" There was a sly look in Emma's eye. It was the sort of look that made Jono more than a little nervous. She was up to something, so he took care in choosing his response.
Regret what?
"Not having kissed me when you had the chance," she said lightly. It was more than a little astounding how Emma operated. Everyone that Jono knew avoided talking about his mutation. They didn't meet him in the eye as much as they used to and they certainly didn't talk about the hole of energy in his chest. Emma faced it head on in her blunt way. She always came just shy of being completely rude. "I bet you're kicking yourself."
Jono didn't quite squirm, but he did blush lightly as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He was trying to figure out where she was going with this, but he couldn't quite tell. He'd known the girl for months now and she was still something of a mystery to him. I... well...
That was enough of a response for Emma. She smirked a little. "I need another drink," she said, rising from her spot on the mattress and heading to the wet bar. She opened her mouth, about to ask him if he wanted something, when she remembered that he couldn't drink. She felt bad for him, but she didn't let it show. He got enough pity from the other people he knew. Emma made an effort to treat him as though he'd never had part of his face and chest explode off.
She could feel his eyes on her as she poured herself a drink, lingering on her legs. She smiled a little and, disregarding manners, took a peek into his thoughts. They were less than pure and this pleased Emma. Since his mutation, his mind had been so sullen and miserable a place. She liked getting his mind off things. And she loved the attention.
"So how do you kiss Callisto now?" Emma casually leaned against the bar and downed half her drink in one go. It was possible that the alcohol was affecting her a bit.
Jono reddened a little. I... I, uh, don't.
"Well, that's silly."
You been paying attention lately? I don't have a mouth.
"So?"
You need a mouth to kiss someone, love.
"Nonsense. You don't even need to touch a person to kiss her." She raised a finger. "Give me a moment, won't you?" With the expertise of an alcoholic, she downed the rest of her drink and set the cup aside. "I'll show you," she said, pushing herself away from the bar and walking over to him. He sat on the edge of the bed, bangs hiding most of his face. The first thing Emma did was lean in close and push his bangs to the side. She ignored any discomfort he showed. She reveled in the discomfort of boys, never feeling quite as confident in herself as when she made a man squirm.
"You need to close your eyes," Emma said. There might have been a halo hanging over her head for how innocent she sounded. "And give me your hands." She waited a moment before adding, "Come on. Now."
Jono did as told, first giving her his hands. Hers were smaller and warmer than his. He felt little butterflies in his stomach that shouldn't have been there. They were, after all, just friends and nothing more. "Now your eyes. Close them," she instructed. Hesitantly, he did as told.
Jono didn't need to breathe. He did so mostly out of habit. But in this situation, where he was so acutely aware of what was going on around him, he forgot to breathe. The room went very quiet.
Emma didn't move right away. The thought to do something very naughty like slip into his lap came to mind, but she stopped herself. She wasn't that drunk. "Alright," she said, her voice a small whisper. She put his hands on his knees, palms down, and leaned in close enough that he could smell her perfume. He went a bit redder. "Don't move," Emma whispered in his ear. He didn't.
She pulled away and Jono, though he was loathe to admit it to himself, missed her nearness. He was tempted to protest, but she'd told him to remain still and he listened when she spoke. There was just something about her that demanded obedience. Jono was left to wait for the longest thirty seconds of his life. Just as he was about to open his eyes or say something, he felt the bed sink in a little. Emma'd sat down behind him. His back went straight with tension. He wanted very much to turn around and see what she was up to.
Emma, for her part, was doing her best to drive him crazy with anticipation. There was a small, wicked smile on her face. Keeping an agonizingly slow pace, she leaned in behind him. She brought her mouth dangerously close to the back of his neck and breathed lightly on his skin. She didn't miss that the little hairs there were standing up on end. Her smile grew.
This sort of behavior was dangerous, Emma knew. If they were going to remain friends, she couldn't tease him so. He had a girlfriend and she didn't want to get him in trouble. She, herself, had her attachments back home. But she couldn't quite help herself. She liked Jono more than she should have. The alcohol in her system didn't really help matters, either.
She raised her right hand and dragged a fingernail lightly across the spot she'd breathed on. Noticing that Jono's ears were going red, she chuckled.
"There," Emma said, her voice had the texture of velvet. She pulled away and put a bit of space between the two of them. "Simple, isn't it?"
His eyelids fluttered open. Yeah. If Jono had the ability to swallow, he'd have done so. He turned to watch Emma. There was enough tension in the room that Jono was certain he'd be able to cut through it with a dull spoon.
The silence stretched. Emma took a sudden deep breath and brightened. "It's late isn't it?" She glanced over at the clock. "If you're going to show me London tomorrow, I should probably get to sleep."
Yeah. Jono didn't have a tongue anymore so it didn't quite make sense that he was having such difficulty with words. A telepath had no right to stutter.
"I'm going to go to my room," Emma said, rising from the mattress. She didn't touch him before leaving for fear of setting off sparks. "Goodnight, Jono," she said, hanging before the door.
Night.
She was gone before he could say anything else, but she didn't go to her room right away. Instead, she stopped right outside his door, pressing her back to it and exhaling. She'd gotten a little carried away, she knew.