Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-12-11 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), kate kane (batwoman) |
Who: Emma Summers and Kate Kane
Where: a bar
What: reuniting
When: Dec. 7th
Warnings/Rating: PG, some drinking, one kiss
Status complete
It was the kind of night where Kate decided she really wanted a drink, but she didn’t want to be too fancy. Sure, the bar was high class, but she could at least walk in in slacks and a shirt and not get looked at too funny for not being in either a dress or something slumming it.
Emma was at the bar already, wearing her work clothes. She didn’t take Faith to work that day, and Scott was running late, so she’d stopped by the bar to have a drink by herself. She’d been away from gin for three years and most of another. She needed to let it know she still loved it.
She looked up when Kate entered, waving her hand. It was years since the last time she’d spoken to the redhead. She wondered if the girl would even remember her. They’d had some fun, between all her angsting, back in high school.
The blonde looked vaguely familiar, but Kate was interested almost immediately. While her taste tended towards people with harder edges (or generally darker), she knew someone hot when she saw them, so she came over with her drink and a flirty grin. Maybe she could remember who this was! There was something about her face...
Emma smirked at Kate’s thoughts. The nose, right. She’d gotten that done after graduating high school. That wasn’t helping. Oh well. “Kate Kane? I didn’t think I’d see you this far west.” Emma offered her a hug, as was customary. Kate had grown up quite well.
“Emma Frost?” It was the voice that did it. Kate couldn’t forget that voice. She’d had a huge crush on that voice. And was a little bit saddened about the nose. She’d thought that Emma’s nose had been fine, and generally didn’t agree with cosmetic surgery outside of reconstruction.
“I wondered if you’d remember me.” Emma waved down the bartender and told him to put Kate’s drinks on her bill. “How have you been? You look fantastic.”
"It's hard to forget one of your first schoolgirl crushes," Kate replied, good naturedly. "Thanks. I was in the army for a... bit, and I kept up the training regime after. I need to if I don't want to look dead with my lifestyle in ten years."
“I hope your taste has improved. I was a wretched bore.” Emma said with a laugh. “But you were always fun to spend time with. What brings you out here?” She sipped her martini eying Kate appreciatively. She’d been somewhat interested in the other woman at the time, but too caught up in her existential angst to do anything about it, and now of course she couldn’t do anything with Kate even if she wanted to.
"I've been out here for awhile now. Just abusing my stepmother's money." She winked at her. Part of her clearly still wanted Emma, even without telepathy.
Emma laughed and nudged Kate playfully. “That’s a solid plan. I did that throughout college and it served me well.”
"Serving me well now." Kate shrugged her shoulder. She couldn't say she was happy with her life, but at least she kept herself amused and busy and entertained.
Emma nodded and drank again. “Well, if you ever feel like working for a living again I know a few places you might like to look.”
“Such as?” She leaned forward, making sure Emma could see down her shirt. “I’ll humor you.”
“Well, I could get any job you wanted at Frost Enterprises, my husband works with at-risk youth, I know a bunch of actors who could use a body guard or assistant. . . really it depends on the kind of work you want to do.”
“Do I honestly look like a bodyguard or assistant?” She asked, then flexed playfully. She really had fantastic guns.
Emma laughed and gently squeezed Kate’s bicep. She didn’t mind playing along. It always felt strange flirting with Kitty, given their histories in the dreams and real life. She had no reason not to flirt with Kate. “I think I’d take you at my back in a fight.”
“I’ve had a few of those. Once with a paparazzi.” She grinned at Emma. She lived up to her reputation sometimes. A little crazy, and she liked making people wonder if half the things she’s done were actually true or not.
Emma laughed. “I’m glad to have dodged them, for the most part. With my siblings keeping a higher profile all I have to do is avoid driving drunk or cheating on my husband with some second rate actor.”
“You should at LEAST go for a first rate actor. Or an actress if you really want them talking. You probably shouldn’t walk out with me.” She winked.
Emma snorted. “I’m sure Thor could introduce me to one, if I really wanted that.” She shook her head. “I’ll walk out with whoever I please, but I bet you ten dollars there won’t be a single picture of it.” She gave Kate a mischievous look. “Even if we stopped right outside the door to make out for a minute or two.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Kate replied, smirking at her. She knew the tabloids, and they were insanely fast with the shutters on their cameras.
Emma was a terrible cheater, and all the paparazzi were long gone by now, chasing after an imaginary Mliey Cyrus. “Alright then.” She downed her martini and ate the olive. “Let’s go, then.” She stood and offered Kate her hand. She was pretty sure kissing for bets would be okay with Scott. It wasn’t like she could be tempted away from him. Not after everything they’d done together.
Kate laughed and took Emma’s hand. If she got a kiss out of this the night would be worth it - there weren’t any prospects really triggering her radar at the moment. “Easiest ten bucks, ever.”
Emma squeezed Kate’s hand and headed outside. She looked around the empty parking lot, using her telepathy to search for people with cameras. There weren’t any observers, so Emma smirked and kissed Kate. It wasn’t a very passionate kiss, but it was quite showy. Emma put her hands on Kate’s hips, drawing their bodies together.
Kate grinned into the kiss, and added a bit of tongue, just for show. She might have fantasized a bit about this when she was younger, along with a couple of other girls she'd known. She pressed into Emma.
Emma sighed softly and let the kiss linger a little longer. She pulled away slowly, smiling confidently at Kate. “Well, that was entertaining. I believe you owe me ten dollars, now.”
Kate looked around, and her jaw dropped. No one had noticed. “I’m almost disappointed.”
Emma smirked. “I’m full of disappointing surprises, darling.” She smirked and slowly moved away from Kate. “You want to keep drinking or move on?”
“Lets move on. I’ve drank enough tonight,” Kate replied, her lips curling up in a characteristically cheeky manner.
“I’ll settle the tab. I need to be headed home in about an hour, Faith won’t go to bed unless I see her first.” A relic of their time in Sparta, not that Emma minded so much.
“Faith?” Kate raised an eyebrow.
“See, this is the benefit of a low profile.” Emma teased. “She’s my daughter. I’m not Emma Frost anymore, I’m Emma Summers.” She held out her hand to show Kate her wedding ring. “It’s been a long time since high school.”
“Oh you sneaky bitch.” Kata threw her head back and laughed. “He’s not the jealous type is he?”
“Well, that little kiss won’t bother him much if he has context, but I’m afraid we’re far too in love with each other for anything else.” Emma smiled and pulled up a picture on her phone while she waited for her card to be charged. She already had a lot of pictures of Faith. “Here, she’s opening a present from her uncle in this one.”
Kate grinned. “Never pictured you as the photoalbum type before.”
“Never had anyone whose picture I wanted to show off before.” Emma noted. “If you scroll through you’ll see Scott in some of them. We met about a y-” She stopped herself. Obviously they couldn’t have a three year old daughter if them a year ago. “Sorry, time’s just flown, honestly. We met in 2010. You wouldn’t believe the things we’ve done together.”
“Didn’t picture you ever settling down either,” she replied with a laugh. “But times change and people change. I’m happy for you. And she’s adorable.”
“I didn’t either, but then I met Scott.” She laughed a little. “It happened so fast, and it was terrifying, but I’m grateful everyday for the insane and usually crappy things that brought us together.” She smiled brightly as she tucked her card away. “I’m surprised to see you haven’t found someone.”
Kate sobered up a little, then shrugged her shoulder. "Found and messed up, don't like to dwell on it, but I don't think I'm made for a long term relationship." She sometimes wanted to blame that woman for her getting caught while at West Point.
“You will be when you find the right one, but there’s no reason to rush.” Emma assured her as they headed out into the night. “So where are you headed next?” Either tonight or in general.
“I don’t know yet. I was thinking I’d just let life carry me through. See where I end up.” She had some ideas. Her dreams flashed before her eyes. The videos of the serial killers she’d watched to harden herself. The torture and training she’d undergone. And the mask, black on pale skin against red hair and red lips. She was still a soldier, even if the army hadn’t wanted her.
Emma pressed her lips together when she noticed the train of Kate’s thoughts. “Why don’t I show you one of the clubs I frequented when I was single. I haven’t been there in ages, but they make an amazing Long Island and the music isn’t horrific.” She didn’t necessarily want Kate to know she’d read her thoughts.
“All right, sounds good enough to me.” She didn’t have to be Batwoman. Not yet. But she wanted to be her. She wanted to do good, to help people, to break the monsters that gripped the world. She wanted to be more than just a heiress.
Emma dialed a cab and tried not to butt into Kate’s thoughts. “We’ll have to arrange something some night so I can talk to you for more than a couple minutes.” In the club conversation would be harder.
“I’ll give you my new number. We can chat like old times, and you can spill all the secrets about domestic bliss.”
Emma laughed and pulled out a small business-style card. “Here. It has all my useless work crap on it, and my cell number.” She put her arm around Kate’s waist as they waited for the cab. She didn’t want to deal with anyone trying to pick them up while they talked.
She took the card and dropped it down her front. “Sounds like a party.”
Emma’s eyes followed the motion. She was only human, after all. “Could be. We’ll have to see what mood we’re in when the time comes.”