Yes ma’am Who: Emma and Scott Summers What: preparing for the barbecue When: Friday Where: their house Rating: R for sexual situations and D/s themes Status: complete
Emma was beginning to think she should go back to work. Sure it was nice to be able to sit up all night after remembering a genocide she lived through in another universe, but staying home had a lot of disadvantages, too. For one thing, Emma was a pretty social person, and being alone usually meant she was bored. A bored Emma’s solution was normally to clean or put things in order.
The spice cabinet was alphabetized, the towels and linens were arranged by color, size, and materials, the fridge was spotless, and today’s task was to rearrange all the books in the house into order until Scott came back. The fact that they would be having guests over at the end of the week only made her more determined to make sure the house was perfect, and of course the definition of perfect got stricter the more she worked.
She was surrounded by piles of books when she heard the door open, and peered out over her makeshift fort. Her mind brushed against his, welcoming him home as she hopped to her feet.
Scott was beginning to wonder if this was more than just an early nesting phase - though he liked to tease Emma endlessly about nesting. He peered at her from the doorway, a pleasant smile on his face. The domestic atmosphere was utterly amazing.
Emma laughed at his thoughts, and kissed him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good. I found some of those sweets you wanted.” He helped up a bag. It was like he not only excelled at finding things she liked, but he actually enjoyed random and strange cravings!
She laughed, taking the bag of lemon drops. “I’m glad you enjoy being my gopher. Nobody tried to shoot you this time, right?” She tugged him toward the kitchen. A pie was sitting on the table, and the faint smell of burned things hung in the air.
“Just the woman I took those lemon drop from,” Scott joked. He sniffed, wrinkling his nose a little bit and chuckling. “Okay..wow...I forgot you’re still learning to cook.”
“Yes, pie number one was. . . well, it was too beautiful to live.” Emma noted, wryly. “We can’t ever let Nate move out. We’ll starve to death.”
“Wasn’t planning on it. I was going to tie him to the stove and make sure he cooks for us until the end of our days.” He smiled good naturedly.
Emma laughed. “You know, if asked right he probably would, for a little while, at least.” She poked at the pie. “I didn’t even make a successful pie, this one is from the store. I think it’s time we hired a cook.”
"Can we afford a cook, with a baby on the way?" Scott asked, raising his eyebrow. "And what's to prevent you from running off with him or her?"
“I’m probably going back to work Monday, so yes, we can afford it, at least one night a week.” The other question didn’t get a verbal response. Instead she drew up the feelings she had for him, the deep love and support, her loyalty and desire for him. It was more than enough to answer his question, she assumed.
He stroked her face. He’d only been teasing, but her response was more than welcomed. It was appreciated, and he drew it into himself, pulling her against his body and kissing her softly.
Emma returned his kiss, hugging him tight. She was beginning to really enjoy her powers, and their usefulness knew no bounds. She wondered if Nate would give them dirty looks for having sex in the kitchen. He was getting to be rather annoying about that. Of course, it wasn’t entirely sanitary, but their bedroom was quite far away.
Scott reached for his belt, kissing deeply, then sliding his fingers under the hem of her shirt. Share everything with me. Everything between us.
She was happy to abide by his request. The pie’s on the table. We should move to the living room. When we expand the house we’ll need a first story bedroom just for us. Of course she was still taking her shirt off, and not moving the pie or going toward the living room. Her excitement and eagerness to be with him were predominant in her mind. Nothing else mattered at the moment but being with him as efficiently as possible.
His hands closed around her breasts, exploring them thoroughly. He couldn't really remember the way they'd felt before her dreams. It didn't really matter. He'd love her both ways.
Scott dragged his fingers down her stomach, then slid to his knees in front of her.
Emma groaned as he teased her, and began undoing her pants. The trip to the store was the only reason she wasn’t wearing something easier to take off. She stroked her fingers through Scott’s hair, looking down at him. She wasn’t sure she could stand while he did what he was almost surely planning to do, but she would give it her best effort.
He grinned up at her, and yanked the pants down in one motion, taking her underwear with it. “Mm...beautiful. Now how do I do this again?”
Emma laughed at that. “You have a very short memory, apparently.” She backed up until she was slouched on a surface that was about the right height. She gently took a handful of Scott’s hair, and drew his head into place. She watched his reactions telepathically, his cues telling her his needs the same way she would communicate hers.
He closed his eyes and proved that he remembered how to do this, and he was still very, very good at it. He could read her cues, listen to the sound of her breathing and the little whimpers she made to guide him in his goal - which was to shatter her brain into bits of happy goop.
He was very good at it, which Emma appreciated. She groaned as she sat up afterward, stretching a little. “Mmm, it’s amazing I let you go to work at all.”
“I took tomorrow off,” Scott said. “So I can help you get ready for the BBQ.” He nuzzled his way up to her chest, and nipped at a nipple.
“Thank you.” Emma said, sighing softly as he teased her. “Mmmmm, I’ll enjoy going back to work, I’ve missed bossing people around. I don’t get to tell you what to do often enough.”
“If you want to delay dinner, we can go give you some practice...” Scott smiled innocently.
Emma laughed. “We’ll eat then I’ll practice on you. I don’t want the food I actually managed to make to get cold.” She stood up, groaning a little as he muscles protested. “Beside, it might do us both good to learn a little patience.” Which was easy enough for her to say, now.
“I’m the one with patience,” Scott protested, getting to his feet. But he was smiling. “But I can’t wait.”
Emma laughed. “You want me to practice bossing you around, don’t you?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You can wait.”
“Yes ma’am,” he replied, grinning wider.
Emma kissed his forehead, and served dinner. “That’s a good boy, Scott.”