Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-24 15:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Emma and Scott Summers
Where: Dani's place
What: recovering after Jean's memorial
When: after Jean's memorial
Warnings/Rating: R for romantic sexytimes
Status complete
Emma was proud of how well she’d maintained her composure at Jean’s memorial. She knew that some would see her lack of emotion as cold hearted, and perhaps it was, but her emotions were private. She slid her sunglasses off when they got to the house, and shed her heels as soon as she got into the door. “I’m surprised at the turnout, I didn’t expect most of the people to come.” A lot more of the X-men had made an appearance than she’d expected. She wondered how many of them had ever said more than two words to Jean, but she was trying not to be bitter. Most of them had been there when it ended, and Jean was a symbol as much as she was a person.
Scott wasn't looking to lay blame. It wasn't as though he'd spoken to Jean anywhere near as much as he'd wanted to. He walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottled water. "Doesn't look like Dani has gotten back yet." He was a little worried about her, but he'd have to trust her. That's what family did, and she was family as much as anyone.
Emma nodded, sitting at the kitchen table. It was a gorgeous day outside, but her mood didn’t match it. “I’m sure she’d call if she was in trouble.” After a moment Emma shook her head. “Well, actually I’m not sure of that at all, but if she wanted us worrying over her she’d tell us where she went. I’ll take a water too, if you don’t mind.”
“She’s Mirage, she’s more stubborn than Logan,” Scott said, shaking his head. But he hoped he could drill it in her head that it was okay. They were family. They weren’t even X-family. He tossed Emma a water, and decided he was perfectly happy to dance around the subject of the day.
Emma was mostly fine with that, too. “I think stubborn is something we all develop over time. It’s a defense mechanism.” She took a drink of her water and leaned back in her seat. “We need to do something as a group. I’m afraid that things will fall apart very quickly if we don’t.”
“All of us?” Scott raised his eyebrows. He didn’t think that was entirely a bad idea. He’d witnessed Kitty close up today, and silence had seemed to be a pretty common reaction among those that shared their dreams. He thought they were burned out already.
Emma shook her head. “We should have another barbecue or something for that, but our focus needs to be on our family right now. Things are tense here at home, and we will be less effective if we can’t trust each other. Dani needs to feel like one of us, and I feel like Nate is becoming more and more distant over time.” She worried about that, and hoped it was just her own feelings about his aging up that made her think that, and not any actual distance on his part.
Scott nodded his head. “Okay. How about we all go out for dinner Monday night, the four of us. I want Dani to feel welcome, and I want Nate to feel like he’s still part of the family too.”
Emma nodded. “That’s a good idea. If we get things settled here we’ll work on another party after that. Something to bring the rest of our scattered. . .” She paused to search for the right word, “people together. We’re so much more divided, which is perfectly fine for civilian life, but it’s become clear that is not really the kind of life we’re living.”
“It’s the life most of us want to live, but it’s not going to be a life we’ll be allowed to live.” It would bother some people more than others, he knew.
Emma nodded. “We’ll deal with that, and everything else, in due time.” She pushed her hand through her hair, sighing softly. “My next doctor’s appointment will be the first ultrasound. We might find out what gender the baby is.”
“Do we want to find out for sure, or do we want to leave it a surprise,” Scott asked, following the motion of her hand through her hair. He enjoyed the way it fell around her fingers.
She smiled up at him, dragging his hand down to kiss his palm. “I think so. If I keep getting into trouble eventually we’ll see anyway.” She laughed a little. “I want to know everything about our baby as soon as I can. It still feels a little unreal, sometimes.”
“Okay...” Scott knew when he wasn’t going to win, and he wasn’t really fighting it, anyway. So he was more than happy to agree with her. “We’ll know everything as soon as possible.”
“Did you want to wait?” She met his eyes, still holding his hand. “I can avoid spoiling you, if you want it to be a surprise.” The nice thing about being a telepath was that she could make sure he never heard any discussion of the baby’s gender.
“No, I’d rather know now. It makes planning the room easier.” Even if he was going to for more neutral colors. And any child of Scott Summers would know how to survive in just about any wilderness before they were eight.
“It cuts down on the number of names we have to pick, too.” She thought the duck theme he’d picked was rather adorable and appropriate. “We should decide who’ll look after it in the event that something happens to us, as well.” This she said with less enthusiasm.
Scott nodded, looking a little grim at the thought. "I'm torn, a little bit. I think my brother would do well. I also think Kitty has proven herself an able parent. Even Logan isn't an entirely bad choice."
Emma made a face. “Considering his taste in women I wouldn’t want him to be our first choice. Especially not for a girl.” The fact that he’d clearly slept with a minor bothered her a lot. “Alex isn’t a bad choice, but Lorna is too flighty. Kitty’s a good choice also, and at least she has other children the baby could play with.”
“Why don’t we make a list, and put it on a board with pros and cons. Every one we know, and sort through them that way.” Yay organization!
Emma nodded. “Yes. It won’t be an issue until months from now, that gives us time to fully consider all possible choices.” She sighed, resting her head on the hand that wasn’t holding Scott’s. “It’s ridiculous that I’d rather contemplate my own mortality than Jean’s.”
“Because we don’t know if she’ll be back or not. I almost hope the rules are different. I don’t want her to keep coming back, only to die again.” Scott shook his head. “It’s not fair to her.”
“No.” Emma said, looking down at their joined hands. “It’s not fair to her.” She wasn’t sure what to want. Could she truly wish her best friend since childhood would stay dead forever? Could she wish an endless cycle of deaths and rebirths on someone who meant so much to her? “I hate these dreams.” Emma concluded.
“I would gladly give them all up,” Scott replied. As much as being a mutant meant to him, as much as he was defined by it...he would give it all up.
Emma nodded. “Without hesitation.” She squeezed his hand, then stood. “But nobody’s giving us that option, so we’ll just have to keep moving and hope things come better than the dreams. Right now I think we need a shower, sex, and a whiteboard to start our godparent roster.”
Scott slid his hands down Emma’s side, to her butt. He squeezed lightly, and nuzzled at her shoulders. “Shower comes second.”
Emma groaned softly, pressing her body against his. “If you insist.” She wasn’t going to delay making love to him a moment longer than necessary. After the memorial she felt the need to recapture the intimacy they’d enjoyed on their vacation.
Dani wasn’t around, right? Or Nate? Because Scott wasn’t sure he was going to let them move much further before he had Emma’s shirt off.
Too bad Dani wasn’t more stable. She’d be a good choice otherwise.
Emma caught his line of thought and drew his hands up her hip to the buttons on her shirt. “It’s just us, love, and will be as long as we need privacy.” She just had to direct him out of the kitchen, and yell at Nate for being a jerk about it later. Telepathy was handy, and a very efficient way to tell your roommates not to come home for a little bit.
Grinning, Scott kissed Emma. He was going to make them both forget all the bad things in the world. Again. There was a lot of forgetting, lately...
There were a lot of attempts at forgetting, anyway. She slid her fingers up his neck and into his hair. She trusted he could undo a few buttons on his own. Right now she wanted to touch him, and be touched by him.
His fingers grew more gentle, and he turned her around, kissing the back of her neck, and letting his hands work their way into her shirt. She somehow felt even better under his skin than usual. Maybe it was the subject. Maybe it was just his natural need for her. He didn’t think it mattered.
Emma sighed with pleasure as he kissed the back of her neck. It felt good to be in his arms. With all the insanity around them both she enjoyed the feeling of safety. She unbuttoned her shirt, so he could touch anything he wanted. “Mmmm, we should get out of the kitchen. The living room is going to be more comfortable, and it’s close enough.” She didn’t move toward it, because she didn’t want him to stop touching her for even a moment.
With a laugh, he picked Emma up so he could kiss her while carrying her, then laid her down on the couch, kissing along her throat after doing so. “I love you.”
Emma laughed a little and began undoing his shirt. “I love you too, Scott.” She slid her hands across the skin of his stomach and chest as she undid his buttons, touching all the familiar landmarks. Before him she’d never been with a man long enough to know his body as intimately as she knew Scott’s. It was very exciting. She pulled him down for another passionate kiss, and her hands skimmed back down to undo her pants.
Scott was someone who didn’t often sleep around. When he was with someone, he liked to be with them long term - even if he’d originally broken that rule with Emma. But had he really, when he’d ended up married to her?
Maybe that just meant he won.
He still felt like he discovered new things about her, even now. Places to touch, areas to explore. Every time was like a new experience. He wondered if that would ever change.
Emma tugged their pants off, her hands skimming over his hips and butt. You definitely won, Scott. She couldn’t imagine ever being with another man, not after this relationship. He wasn’t perfect, but he was everything she wanted.
Laughing, Scott kissed Emma, speaking through actions rather than words. Speaking with the caress of his hand and the movement of his hips as he joined his to hers. He opened his mind to hers, something rarely done, but more common in this world than the other.
She enveloped him with mind and body, groaning softly at the pleasure of those connections. Her hands stroked over his back, and she freely shared her pleasure with him. Her nails scraped gently over his back, and she arched up to nip at his neck.
Everything Emma did made him feel like he was the center of the world. Each touch and kiss and the pain in his back. He kissed her ear, losing himself in Emma’s body and her mind.
The time flew by quickly. Despite their eagerness to get started, they were in no rush to finish and be done. It was dark when they decided to stop, and Emma was certain she never wanted to move again. She held him tight, nuzzling in between his neck and shoulder. Words were unnecessary with their minds so closely linked. She didn’t want to end that connection, but they were both more comfortable operating with more autonomy.
It was a connection that made Scott ache when it was severed, and he always took a few minutes to come out of it. “We should..move to the bedroom.” Hey, he could English!
The man pressed his forehead against Emma’s, meeting her eyes as best he could, and trying to share his feelings even without the mental link.
Emma was impressed at his verbal skills. She wasn’t sure she was up for words just yet. Or walking, but she did want to get somewhere private with him. She held him tight, enjoying his closeness, and the familiar weight of his body on top of her own. “Okay.” She still didn’t make a move to let go of him, or get get up. It was going to be a process.
It was a good process. Scott spared a thought for Jean - a prayer, really - and then started to guide them to the bedroom.