Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-11 01:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, dani moonstar (mirage), emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
"You should get a snack. It'll be the best thing you've ever eaten. Second best."
Who: Scott, Emma and Dani
What: Brownies. Just brownies
Where: Dani's house
When: Last night!
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for nudity, sexiness and drugs.
Scott had already sampled one brownie. There were maybe 6 left, so he left one for Dani. Or rather he gave one for Dani after she gave him a look when he let her know there’d be company over.
Maybe that would mellow her out.
He was sitting on the porch, looking up at the hole in the porch roof. It didn’t really bother him right now. Not much did. He was grinning, in fact. This was a kind of giddy feeling.
Emma had taken her time getting ready and making herself up. She'd been in an odd kind of mood since she'd visited Scott after his powers had burst onto the scene. Introspective and feeling a bit more affection for him that she would normally allow, she drove with a wicked smile on her face.
Forty minutes after she'd last texted Scott, she parked her car outside his and Dani's house and decided to walk around the back to the porch. She could knock directly at his door and not hazard nastiness with Dani, which would surely dampen her spirits.
She spotted Scott on the porch and walked to him in heels and an overcoat which went all the way down to her knee. "We keep meeting here," she said warmly as she walked over to him, stopping just a step or two away from him.
Glancing at Emma instead of the hole in the roof, he pointed at it and chuckled, "I did that."
Emma in an overcoat was strangely attractive, and he looked her up and down. He'd do that. Wait, he's done that. Tapped that. His grin grew wider, "Hey."
Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud. So that was Scott Summers on drugs, utterly mellow and just a little bit silly looking. The trip had been worth it, Emma decided. Even if they didn't end up nude, even if they didn't do anything else but stare at the stars, Emma thought she'd have blackmail stories for quite some time.
"Hello," she said, grinning brightly. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "How do you feel?"
He ran a hand up her side, gazing at her fondly, "Laid back. Like everything feels more..real. More muchly."
Emma's grin was blinding. Scott liked it, and might have nuzzled a bit when she kissed his cheek.
"How many did you have?" Emma chuckled and stepped back.
"Three-quarters," Scott replied, his hand falling away from her. He looked at his hand. His hand was sad now. It was the saddest hand.
Emma nodded her head. She was still grinning while trying to keep a straight face. There was nothing funnier than Scott while high. Noticing the way his face fell a bit, she said, "Would you like to come inside with me?" She offered him her hand, so as to distract him a bit from his own.
Saddest hand became happiest hand and he got to his feet, grinning again, "I'll come with you anywhere, Emma."
"Will you?" Emma led him to his bedroom at a slow sort of pace. There was the barest his of a predator's gaze in her eye when she turned to look at him. Once the door was closed behind them, Emma led him to the bed. She didn't sit him down, but got him so that his back was to the mattress while he was facing her. "I do hope you're going to share some of your stash with me."
"That was the idea. You have to feel like this. It's wonderful." It really was, "They need to prescribe this to GIs with bad wounds. It would do wonders." The brownies were sitting on the dresser. Just lurking. Like magic brownies are wont to do.
"I've felt like that before, dear. Plenty of times." She laughed and strutted to the pan of brownies, eating one as delicately as one possibly could when eating weed. "It has been a while." When she was done, she walked back to Scott and closed the distance between them. "Before it kicks in, I'd really like to make you feel good," she said, voice a low whisper. Gently, she reached for his hands and guided them to the zip of her coat.
Scott obediently unzipped her coat. His grin grew wider in proportion to the zipper's descent. When she was completely unzipped, he pushed the coat off.
"Have I told you lately you're a wonderful woman?"
"Not lately enough," she smirked. She'd just worn a bra and panties under the coat, figuring it more fun that way. Quickly, she kicked her heels off and to the side and then she slowly pushed him forward. Her mouth found its way to his. The kiss was gentle and deep. The last thing she wanted to do was overwhelm him at the start.
Scott tangled his fingers in Emma's hair. It was overwhelming at first, except after a moment he regained his senses enough to get past that overwhelming feeling and just enjoy it. The gentleness was surprising. The back of his legs hit the bed and he swayed.
"This isn't too much?" she asked after breaking the kiss, but not the space between them.
"Not yet," Scott replied, his hands finding sensitive places behind Emma. "Maybe a little at first." He sounded breathless. She hadn't been kidding, and they hadn't even done anything yet
She made a soft, happy noise at his touch and let her hands roam his clothed top. With practiced ease, she let her hands fall to the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward until it was over his head. "If it gets to be too much," she said while pressing slow kisses onto his neck and clavicle, "you just need to tell me." Her tongue ran over a spot on his neck.
The sound Scott made was less human and more animal. At the very least it was unintelligable. Scott's hands roamed over her back, caressing and touching in patterns that made sense only to him.
It didn't sound like he intended to actually tell her to stop, anytime soon.
Emma looked thoroughly pleased. "Darling, get on the bed," she instructed.
Scott sat on the bed with the kind of alacrity one usually reserves for when the General had just marched on base and told everyone to stand at attention.
Emma couldn't help but laugh. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth. "Ridiculous," she teased in a gentle sort of way. After a moment, she found herself in his lap. "Tell me you want me," she whispered in his ear, a smile present in her tone.
Threading his arms around Emma's waist, Scott replied lazily, "I want you, Emma. You make me hungry." That sounded deeper in his head.
She pushed him down and kissed him possessively, brushing her body against his in a way that made it very clear she wanted him, too. Emma did her very best to to take her time with him, to make sure that he was able to feel every caress and enjoy every kiss. But after a certain point, she couldn't help herself. An overwhelming hunger couldn't allow her to be as slow as she might have liked.
When it was over, Emma could feel the effect of the drug starting to take hold of her. Rolling to her side, she stretched and smiled. "So how was it?"
"Where are your wings and halo?" He asked, sounding dazed, but very, very pleased.
"I left them at home," Emma responded with a lazy smile on her face. She shut her eyes and rested on her back, feeling languid and sated.
"So I guess that explains the tail and horns," Scott teased. It had been intense, and on his end there were emotions threatening to spill over that he was pretty sure shouldn't be spilling over, just yet.
Sometimes dealing with Emma was like an emotional game of chicken.
The mental image of them in two cars, barrelling at each other until one or the other admitted feels made him snicker uncontrollably.
It had been quite some time since Emma had gotten high. She'd all but forgotten how it could turn her sloppy and loose. An utterly undignified experience, she would later remember. In the moment, Scott's fit of laughter caused her to nearly double over with giggles.
It wasn't for a few minutes that she could regain control. When she did, she decided to get close to him. Enjoying the feel of the sheets against her skin, she slid toward him and rested her head against his chest, where she listened to the sound of his heartbeat for longer than was necessary.
Scott traced those patterns in her back with two fingers. They made sense now, but later he wouldn't be able to recall them. Maybe they weren't important. Maybe they were merely personal, but right now, they felt necessary.
Her breath on his chest made his face hurt from grinning.
Emma kissed a short line down his chest. There was something utterly peaceful and wonderful about this, being in bed with him after sex. With her defenses up, Emma could easily dismiss her emotions and enjoy Scott for the person he was. While intoxicated, she felt a pull and a longing that almost made her feel a little embarrassed. She imagined her cheeks to be bright red, worried it’d spread to the rest of her body, and then cracked a grin realizing that was stupid. Probably.
She brushed her fingertips against his stomach and kept her face pointed away from his. On the tip of her tongue were words, but her better sense of judgement, which was still just barely present, kept them in.
Scott was smitten. In his state he could admit that in a way he hadn't before. He'd acknowledged his feels, but they felt different right now. They felt more. MORE was a word that kept coming to him. Everything was more.
Emma's skin seemed a bit flushed and he lifted his hand to stroke at her ear, "Emma I..."
She turned and looked at him and noticed something in his eye. Even then, lazy and content, she felt a knot form in her stomach. She cut him off. "You need to get on your stomach so I can massage you," she said. Her cheeks burned just a little.
"And then you need to have me again," she met his gaze with desire and something a little more, something akin to need.
What's the word? Decadent. He felt decadent. Her hands turned him into a relaxed mushy sort of man. He almost fell asleep, from it, but her presence spurned him on. Deftly, he spun around, flipping her onto her back and crushing his lips against hers.
The actual act was a lot less hurried, though not without passion. It was more like a slow, rising burn.
The sex the second go around had been different, not just in the pace but in the attitude. The drugs had really taken hold of Emma to the point that she'd arched into every touch, whimpered at every thrust. She'd met his eyes halfway through, panting softly and felt herself dragged over the edge. An orgasm without drugs was wonderful, but with the aid of an intoxicant, Emma felt as though she could reach the stars.
When it was over, Emma let out a soft sigh. "That was so good," she said... felt that she'd needed to say it. He was still on top of her and she felt she quite liked him there, looking at her with his extremely brown eyes.
There needed to be a better word for this, but words were failing Scott at the moment. His head was spinning and his chest burned a little, though not in an unpleasant, impending heart attack sort of way.
Scott stroked his fingers down Emma's cheek, and grinned. That was better than words any day.
She craved his touch. It would have been disturbing to her at any other time how much she wanted him to just keep touching her. But as it was she arched her back and brushed herself against him. Her hand went around his back. She stroked his hair and rubbed circles into his scalp. "Are you hungry yet?"
The scalp rubbing only made him feel even more at home with her. Like they belonged together like this, "I'm famished. You always manage to make me starved. Starved for you, and starved when you're done with me."
She laughed and found herself unable to stop for a moment. When she finally got herself under control, there were tears in her eyes. "You should get a snack. It'll be the best thing you've ever eaten." She nuzzled her face into his throat. "Second best," she corrected, chuckling.
"That would require moving. And putting on pants. I'm not sure I want to pull on some pants. Why do we even have to wear pants? They just get in the way."
"Don't they just?" She didn't find his words especially wise, but she couldn't help but agree. Her clothing certainly wouldn't be coming back on anytime soon.
"I'm staying over tonight," she said in a soft voice. There was no question there and no request. It was just a fact, as far as Emma was concerned.Pants. Fuck pants.
"We could order take out." Scott was still on top of her, and still not wanting to move. He wanted every part of her touching every part of him. If he could crawl inside of her he would.
That was an odd urge.
"We could," she agreed. Her hands were running up and down his back, her nails just barely scratching his skin. "You'd have to get off of me, though."
"I think... I think I belong here."
He said it so earnestly. It was sweet. Emma felt a few different reactions bubble up inside her. For a moment, she felt her eyes water but no tears fell. She blinked and she felt better. To the point that she started to giggle.
He belonged there? Right on top of her? She imagined them trying to do simple day-to-day tasks in such a position.
"It might make..for interesting...trying to cook." For interesting? Scott finally rolled off of her, then got off the bed, "Let me get a take out menu."
Then he walked out into the house proper. Sans pants.
Dani's dry voice rose from the couch she'd been sitting on, munching away on a brownie and reading a book, "Is that a banana in your-- fuck it I can't be bothered. PANTS, Scott. For fuck's sake."
Why was Dani right there on the couch outside Scott's bedroom? Not for entertainment value, if the earplugs were any indication.
Scott waved at her, walked into the kitchen, grabbed some take-out menus, and walked back past the couch, "Pants are over-rated. Down with pants. They just get in the way."
Then he walked back into the bedroom, and draped Emma in take out menus, snickering.
“... oh-kay, I am beginning to understand why these brownies are making me feel so great.” Dani stared at the brownie in her hand, shrugged, and kept on eating it.
Then she took the rest of the pan up to her bedroom. Fuck Scott and his need for pot brownies, those brownies were hers. By LAW. Because... her house. She owned it.
That’s okay. Scott had had enough brownies. Now he was hungry for something more filling! He felt like he’d be hungry. Forever.
Also. Fuck pants.
Emma sobered for half a second when he reentered the room. "You just went out without pants." She stared him up and down. "How very un-boy scout-like." Her lip was curling, "Scott Summers, you're just full of surprises." She considered for a moment what else he could do while under the right influences.
He grinned at her, and bounced onto the bed, "I want something I can eat off of you."
"Whatever you want, darling." She smirked. "And maybe I'll return the favor." Slowly, she sat up.
Scott picked up a menu and looked through it, "I'm asking myself why this stuff is illegal. I feel fine." He read a menu item and started to snicker.
Emma brought a hand to her mouth. "I really want to record this for later," she said, looking at him with affection. "I could blackmail you for the rest of your life."
"You'd enjoy that. Because you're a little sadistic." He leaned down and tipped her chin up, kissing her, "Not that I mind." He grinned at her, then started nibbling various places, such as her neck, and her ear. He wondered aloud just how kinky she was.
Emma perked up, responding well to his mouth and even better to his question. "More than a little sadistic." Tilting her head to the side, to give him a bit more room, she grinned, "No, darling, the real question is: how kinky can you be?"
"I've never tried," He admitted, truthfully. The kinkiest woman he'd ever been with had been content with girl on top, and that had been fine for him too, "I'm willing. It sounds wonderful. I just need to find my feet first."
Emma found this to be an interesting window of opportunity. She rested her hand on his arm. "How many women have you been with, Mr. Summers?"
"Three..no four." He held up five fingers, and then sat on the bed next to her, "Not counting you."
"Interesting," Emma said, devilish grin on her face. Really, it was sweet. "So what are you hungry for?"
"Something...frosty..." He grinned at her, like that was the most clever pun in the history of puns, and then dissolved into laughter.
"You're an idiot when you're high," Emma said with affection. She bit her lip to keep herself from laughing, telling herself that that horrible pun wasn't funny. Nor was the way he laughed.
It took several minutes but the laughter died down and Scott pointed at something on the menu. It was a dish that could probably be taken in a very dirty way if you were so inclined, and by the grin on his face, he was so inclined.
"Promise me you'll never get into comedy," she said, but she couldn't quite help herself. She started to giggle a little but got herself under control a bit faster than she had earlier.
"I tried stand up once, when I was...eight." He tried to sound reassuring, even as residual snickers rocked through him, "I think I'm a bit beyond that now."
"The world weeps in appreciation." She smirked at him. "Order something. And get me an appetizer. Whatever you want."
Scott found himself grinning again, but he ordered several appetisers and then something from a chinese place. Because he had a sudden craving for rice and chicken.
"Did you really mean it? Staying the night?"
He was not quite unlike an eager puppy. "I really shouldn't drive home while under the influence, should I?" She smiled, blaming it on logic rather on something else.
"Logic. You're sexy when you're logical." He checked her for pointy ears, then found a pair of boxes and pulled them on. They were blue.
Of course they were blue.
"Not to be immodest, but I happen to think I'm sexy a lot of the time." She winked and figured, while he was dressing that she might want to follow his lead. She reached and stole his shirt off the floor and it pooled around her quite comfortably.
Scott wondered if she was aware of what doing that did to most men. He stared at her for a moment, then grinned stupidly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to make a THING of this but he was enjoying himself, “You? Immodest? Never.”
Aware of the stare, Emma didn't comment but did enjoy it. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said innocently, raking a hand through her hair in an effort to smooth out what Scott had certainly ruffled.
Scott reached over and reruffled it, "You really do have a regal bearing, sometimes."
"Tell me something I don't already know, my darling." She gave him an utterly charming grin.
"Part of you likes staying the night, because you have complete control over whether or not you do." Scott gave her a grin, as if satisfied with his insight.
"Your control freak of a girlfriend likes being in control," she said and then hesitated when she realized she'd called herself his girlfriend aloud. She wasn't entirely sure, but it might have been the first time. Quickly enough, she'd recovered, "That's not especially shocking."
"What does it say about me that I like control freak women to be my girlfriend," Scott mused. He noted the use of that word by her and managed to control the grin that threatened to burst onto his face, "You know what, don't answer that."
"It probably means," she said, ignoring his request, "that you like being dominated. I've typically found that to be the case."
"Doesn't that means you have to stop when I say the safe word?" Scott tilted his head, "Which..bear with me here. Wouldn't that mean that the dominating one actually isn't the one in control?"
Mind. Blown.
Emma sighed, mildly amused. "That means there are different degrees of control. Just because you're submissive doesn't mean you get to be abused." Why she was even trying to argue was beyond her, but she couldn't quite help herself.
Scott finally got around to ordering that food, then realized he already had not that long ago, "Would you ever let yourself be tied up, Emma?"
She smirked. "Maybe. If I trusted someone enough." There was a glint of mischief in her eye. "Would you?"
“Yes.” He didn’t even hesitate. Because he already trusted her enough.
"Well, we'll save that for another night." Emma didn't want to go completely overboard in one night, but she'd certainly have to experiment with him in the future.
Scott grinned at her. He might end up regretting that.
Or maybe he wouldn't, it was hard to tell. This was the man that pretty much embodies the phrase 'once you go telepath you don't go back' and who could blame him? Talk about sharing the experience mutually.
Emma slid just a bit closer to him and brought him in for a kiss. "You know..." she said slowly, "sometimes you're just irresistible. Even when you're being utterly ridiculous." It occurred to Emma that she was playing a dangerous game on a night when they were both a bit too dulled to play with any skill.
Before he could respond, she turned away and crawled up to the pillows, resting her head on one.
Scott slipped up behind her, sliding his arm around her waist and kissing where her spine met her neck. He'd only move from that position for food, to eat food, and then he'd be right back to contented snuggling-only-not-snuggling.
It was a long night, but in the best way possible. Emma dozed for a bit before the food came and then was woken up when it arrived and she found herself being used as a dish. They shared a shower, had more sex, and ended up curled up together in bed with Scott wearing his new ruby red glasses just in case.
In the middle of the night, when things were incredibly still, Emma woke from a dreamless sleep and took a moment to figure out where she was and in whose arms she rested. A voice in the back of her head protested at this closeness, warned her of the dangers of doing too much too soon. But she couldn't honestly bring herself to be so bothered. She liked Scott Summers. If she were entirely honest, she'd admit that she more than liked Scott Summers. More than that, she was beginning to truly trust him, too.
If only things didn't have to be so damn complicated.
Emma let the shadow of doubt come and go. Because this night had been a good night. There hadn't been dreams or troubles. It'd just been Scott and Emma and that combination seemed to be working out pretty well.
Through it all, Scott felt a sort of peace that wasn't limited to the brownies. It was almost mundane, it was fantastical at the same time, but above all there was that peace, and that closeness. It was a side of Emma few were privy to, and he felt incredibly lucky. Maybe it would last past the rising of the sun, maybe it wouldn't. But he'd always have it.