Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-30 12:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Emma and Scott Summers
Where: their place
What: relaxing
When: this evening
Warnings/Rating: R for drug use and ftb sex
Status complete
Emma sighed as she walked into the house, shedding her shoes by the door. This week was long, but amazingly productive. She was looking forward to relaxing over the weekend, and she hoped that Scott would be able to relax as well. She had a surprise for him which she hoped would facilitate that goal. They both had too much anxiety, and seeing him relaxed and happy when he was with Lorna made her a little jealous.
She ordered a pizza for them, timing it to arrive just after he got home.
Scott was already pretty relaxed. He was sitting on the couch, feet up on the expensive coffee table, a brownie in hand.
Emma blinked when she saw him. “I thought you worked today?” She set her briefcase down and went to join him on the couch.
“I did. It’s later than you think.” He gave her a smile, and took a bite of the brownie. “Almost seven. Lost track of the time?”
She frowned and looked at her phone. “I wondered where my assistant went.” Well, at least they’d have a pizza in about an hour. “You’re in a good mood. How was work?”
“Pretty good.” Scott snickered. He looked far too relaxed for just being a good day.
Emma was quickly realizing this. She ‘tsk’ed at him. “You know, it’s not fair for you to enjoy yourself this much.” She made a fake pouty face at him.
“I’d offer you one but they’re special brownies and I don’t think you’re allowed to have any.” Scott hadn’t had a special brownie since it was just him and Dani. Good times.
“I got that impression, yes.” Emma noted dryly. “I actually looked it up after your discussion with Lorna, but I’d rather not take the risk. I’ll just have Elaine run her magical hands all over my body tomorrow.” She smirked and Scott and leaned over to kiss him softly.
“Mmm…” He wrapped his arms around Emma. Sex had been interesting while high. He wouldn’t mind experiencing that again. Maybe later. He pulled her down into his lap because she was ridiculously soft.
She laughed, letting herself be drawn into his lap. It was strange that her belly made as much contact with him as the rest of her. “Love you. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed.” She kissed his neck, deepening their connection so she could draw on his pleasure and enjoy the feeling of their thoughts mingling. His were very mellow, and made her brain slow down in response.
“Really needed this. Just sometimes after work, especially after the last couple of weeks. I’d like to bury the X. With a hatchet. Forever.”
“We could.” She noted, her head resting on his shoulder. “I don’t know if it’s in our natures.” She reached up to toy with his hair. “You deserve to relax a little. You’re under a lot of stress. I’m not judging you, love.”
Scott sighed, but felt too floaty to really get depressed at the idea. So he snuggled her against him. “Life is more fun when the only thing I have to worry about is breaking a fight between sixteen year old wannabe gangsters.”
Emma sighed softly. “I miss being around kids. Paperwork sucks.” She hoped she could at least start fresh on Monday.
“Could always work at the ranch. We need more pregnant hormones out there to balance out all the...Wrex.”
Emma chuckled. “In my copious free time?”
“Yes, every other Sunday between three and five,” he joked.
She laughed. “I’ve thought about letting Nate take over the company instead of me. He’s more passionate about it than I am.” She wasn’t sure her father would go for it, but it was possibly the right choice for the company.
“Might keep him on earth,” Scott mused. It was a serious thought.
She nodded. “We’ll discuss it as a family some other time. Right now I have more interesting things on my mind than work.” She sat up again so she could meet his eyes (more or less). Her hands stroked over his chest. “What were you thinking earlier about having sex while high?”
“Just something that happened..before we met,” he replied, waving a hand as if that were that. He figured she didn’t need to envision just who that had been with.
“Not before, darling.” Emma said with a laugh, unbuttoning his shirt. “Now. You thought it might be nice, if I recall correctly.” She didn’t care who he’d slept with before. She was no virgin when they met.
"Well it is nice," he joked. At least he and Dani had enjoyed it.
“Mhmm.” Emma noted, leaning down to kiss his throat and the very top of his chest. “Though it’s quite fun without, as well.”
“Yeah. Always fun.” Scott grinned and closed his eyes. Despite her weight on him, it felt like floating.
Emma snorted in amusement, undoing more of his buttons. She had to back up to keep moving downward, but it didn’t bother her too much. “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much,” she joked, nipping the skin of his belly lightly.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He played her her hair, and groaned at its softness.
“We’ve both been very tense recently. It’s normally harder for us both to get this relaxed so quickly.” She undid his pants as she spoke, and slid off his legs. “Lift your hips, love.”
He obeyed, in danger of somehow drifting off at a moment like this. Scott was like a bowl of man pudding.
Emma smirked, nibbling her way up his thigh. She wanted to make sure he fully enjoyed his relaxation time.
Oh, he wanted to. It was obvious he wanted to, except he was having such a hard time keeping his eyes open, and relaxation was dangerously close to zonking out. However, through some masterful efforts on Emma’s part, he quickly got a second wind.
And then a third.
By the time they were done there was clothing scattered across the living room, and they were on the other side of the room by the glass doors. The last of the sunlight shone on them, and Emma snuggled her head into Scott’s chest, her eyes closed. “Mmm, that was definitely amazing.”
“Well. I’m awake.” Scott laughed, the sound coming from deep in his belly, and pulled Emma closer. “Why can’t every day feel like this?”
“Because if you get stoned every day the novelty will wear off and I’ll get tired of dealing with you like this.” She kissed him softly. “We need days like this, but we need normal days too, in order to appreciate the good days.” And apparently they needed really bad days to appreciate the normal ones.
He chuckled, and it lasted a little too much. "Not every day. Not even the really hard days." That way was dangerous.
Emma nodded, her eyes closing. “I wish we had the weekend off together.”
"You mean we don't?" He looked at her with a smirk on his face.
“Do we?” She asked, opening on eye to look at him, a grin spreading across her face.
“It can be arranged. Later, when I can feel my legs.”
She nodded. “Thank you. We haven’t had any time to just be with each other since the husks. I think we both need it.”
“I think we need to make this a regular thing,” he replied, shaking his head. “Somehow.”
“I think you’re right. We’re going to need to devote one day to each other, or something similar. We’re both dedicated, driven people, and we have a tendency to focus that dedication and drive and neglect everything else.”
“With a weekend, that leaves one day for errands and one for each other.” He pushed hair out of her face. He was a lot more sober now.
“I have an assistant for errands, and I wouldn’t want to pull you away from the Ranch for the entire weekend. But I could pick up a day there, probably Sunday. We’ll get to see each other, and I’ll be around kids for at least some of the time.” She traced her fingers over his arms, pleased to be giving him her full attention and receiving his.
“Then you have a deal,” he replied, tugging her face towards his and kissing her. It was long and lingering.
She returned his kiss, holding him tight as the sun finished setting. It felt like a new start for them. Especially after the ugliness of the past month. She was committed to being a better person. Spending time around the kids at the ranch would be good for that commitment.