Cyclops was right and he wishes he wasn't (cyclopswasright) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-27 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
"You know, I wish I was her. In that life, she's evil, but she's not."
Who: Scott and Emma
What: Talking about Jean, and them and Emotions. Also some dream stuff and revealing stuff held back.
When: This last Sunday
Where: Emma's house, then Scott's place
Rating: PG-13 for glossed over but fantastic sex
Status: Complete!
Things hadn’t gone according to plan. His mind was still occupied with his dreams, especially his son. That one was hard to fathom, let alone explain. He just couldn’t get Nathan out of his mind, or Redd. Or those people who’d died.
But now there was worry about Jean, and Emma both. He’d taken Emma to be with her friend, and then driven to ...think by himself, really.
He’d clearly taken the wrong tack, but that was too late now. He could only wait for matters to cool down.
So he drove for hours, since he’d promised Dani he wouldn’t be home until later, until he’d gotten home, and gone to sleep.
He’d dreamed of his parents’ deaths. Of the airplane crash and holding so tightly onto his little brother as they fell from the plane. He dreamed of the hospital, and the Sinister doctor there, who he knew from other dreams just how evil a man could be.
Scott spent most of the next day hiking through the state park nearby, trying to clear his head, and to give Emma and Jean some space. And he needed some space too. Emma had been off putting.
Friday had turned to Saturday and there was still no word. He knew Emma was playing keep away, but he thought things might still be too raw for her.
It was Sunday when he found himself driving towards Emma’s house. He hadn’t even realized that was his destination until he was over half-way there, and by that point, it really would have been a waste of gas and time to turn around then. At least that was the excuse he gave himself.
Emma had spent the days languishing in thought which was, perhaps, time not-so-well spent. Things with Jean had been settled and their relationship restored to its normal glory, but Emma hadn't been so sure about things with Scott. Even in spite of the fact that Jean had seemed to give them her blessing (more or less), Emma had felt uneasy. The idea of the affair lingered unpleasantly in the back of her mind and Emma found there was no real way of dealing with it without all of the details.
It made her hesitant to contact Scott and it certainly gave her a new view of the man, though she recognized that that wasn't entirely fair of her.
She was in her living room, lounging when she heard the car in the distance and it was enough to get her out of her seat when it didn't leave. Emma made it out to her front porch before Scott had gotten out of the car. Watching him with arms crossed over her chest and a guarded look on her face, she waited.
Scott had been waiting for Emma to have the dream about the affair, before bringing it up. He'd also wanted more detail - he had a feeling there was more preceding it that had led to it, but those dreams had not come. And then there was the fact it had occurred entirely on the mental plane. It didn't excuse it, but it made it a little more of a grey area.
And then there'd been that nudge he'd felt at Jean's grave, when he and Emma had kissed.
He dismissed it as irrelevant to the situation, and got out of the car. He looked at her over the hood of the car, then looked up while he removed his glasses cautiously. Satisfied he could look her in the eye without blasting her into the ocean, he approached.
"Is everything okay?" He meant mostly with Jean. But also her. Maybe even them.
"Jean's alright," Emma said. It seemed only fair to let him know that, but Emma didn't think she'd share much more than that. She wasn't really sure Jean wanted Scott involved in her life and she wouldn't do anything to betray her best friend's trust.
He wouldn't ask her to. The ball was in Jean's court with regards to him. He'd tried to reach out, and unless he thought she would come to serious harm, he was going to leave the next step up to her. Even if no step occurred, "I'm glad."
Scott stopped in front of Emma.
Emma didn't look especially happy. She watched Scott in silence. There wasn't anger in her eyes, but she seemed reserved in a way that she hadn't been around him in some time.
He could tell, so he didn't hug her, or try to kiss her cheek. He just regarded her quietly. Under the impression he should speak first, he asked, "And what about you?"
"I'm fine," Emma said. It wasn't entirely untrue. She felt alright, if still a bit worried about the dreams. She felt it polite to apologize for having left their date so abruptly, but didn't. "How are you?"
"I'm fine too." There was an almost awkward air between them, a tension that Scott felt was both deserved, and undeserved. He folded his arms, studying her face. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. Lack of sleep? Worry? Anger?
He simply couldn't make things easy and Emma may have resented him a bit for that. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, "What brings you here, then?"
"I wanted to see you," came the honest answer. Most of the time he could ignore it when she got this stand-offish. Today he felt particularly impatient, and a little vulnerable. He wondered if Jean would have asked her to leave him, and then admonished himself for the thought. Jean wasn't that kind of person. Even if her temper could be slightly terrifying at times.
Emma realized she was angry, but it was a difficult thing to voice properly. It wasn't his fault that they'd done something in an entirely different lifetime. And yet he was at least half to blame.
"Here I am," she said, almost in a challenge. She was, perhaps, daring him to do something or say something. He'd crossed Jean already and Emma felt that sting for her friend as well. Whether she wanted him to talk or to explain or to apologize, she wasn't entirely sure.
Blame he'd take on willingly, at least. Scott didn't shirk from such things. Still, it would help if he had an idea why she was challenging him like this. Had Jean told her? She must have.
"This is about the affair, isn't it?"
"Yes." Emma, normally evasive and lacking in trust, could be honest when pushed to a certain point. And here, with the enormous weight of the affair hanging over them, honesty was necessary. It didn't matter, Emma realized, whether Jean was upset by the entire thing because Emma was upset by it.
"Did you know about it?" Emma asked in a neutral way.
"I know it happened, I don't know how it started. I know Jean caught us. I was waiting to see if you dreamed about it, or if I dreamed about how it started." Scott felt it was important how it started, as much that it had happened. Then there was the other pertinent detail, "It was entirely telepathic."
Did that make it worse or better?
"What have you dreamed?" Emma remained poised, neutral, but her eyes were narrowed. She certainly didn't seem okay.
Scott wasn't sure how to answer it, or describe it. It would be better if he could just share it, directly into her mind. He was silent for a long moment as he formulated his thoughts, "What we did, in our minds. We shared our sexual thoughts. You even wore a Phoenix outfit, and gave yourself red hair sometimes. I justified my actions, since we weren't physically touching." Probably with Emma's help, "Last one of those was Jean telepathically bursting in."
Emma let this digest for a moment, nodding. She turned eventually, giving Scott her back to stare into the distance. "I see," she said, without looking at him.
Did she? He stared down her back, feeling a headache coming on. He pulled the glasses back on. He didn't try to defend himself, he felt guilty enough. And she'd been the other one involved, even if she hadn't remembered yet.
It felt like a kind of surreal moment, and he said nothing to break it.
When she turned, she saw his glasses and felt tempted to tell him to take the silly things off. She didn't, of course, because if he'd put them on he might have been in need of them. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was waiting," He replied. "For the rest of them."
Scotty folded his hands behind his back, and added, "I didn't know how you'd react. It hardly seems romantic to tell someone 'by the way, we had an affair together.' And maybe I didn't want to make things worse between you and Jean."
Her face was largely unflinching, though she couldn't hide the flash of hurt in her eyes. "What else haven't you told me?" It might have been irrational and it was quite possibly unfair, and yet she couldn't help but ask.
Scott blinked, and then thought about that. He might as well come clean with everything. If he didn't, well that would make him a hypocrite, wouldn't it? "There have been some newer dreams lately. Two of Jean's deaths. The most recent one, she told me to live on."
He unclasped his hands, and launched right into it, "There have been others, mostly over the last week, Jean and I were married. She proposed. I dreamed of what happened to Kitty. Phoenix possessing you and wanting my power. What we shared with her to make the Phoenix realize love. The complete decimation of our species. The Dark Phoenix. My days as a kid training with Hank, Bobby, Jean and Warren. The fight to stop a mutant registration act. The crash that killed my parents and the hospital and doctor that cared for me, and manipulated me. Somebody called Apocalypse, and spending a decade in the future with Jean, raising Nate and fighting this Apocalypse to save the future."
He wasn't sure if he'd told Emma about some of that, but was willing to rehash, just in case.
Emma closed her eyes and brought a hand to her face to gently squeeze the bridge of her nose. All of that was just a bit too much to absorb and Emma didn't think even half of what he'd said made sense without context.
"Okay," was all she said in response, because she wasn't sure what else to say. She understood that Scott had good intentions, but she was still frustrated.
Most of it sounded completely crazy, "At least I know why we were fighting for survival. Somehow, we went from millions, to a few hundred. And then there was this girl, Hope." People died for her. Kurt died for her. His son died for her. Why was she so important?
He took a few steps, and put his hands on Emma's shoulder, "I didn't mean to keep secrets from you."
Emma didn't shrug out of his touch, though she was tempted to. She didn't look comfortable in the least. "It isn't just that."
Scott's hands dropped to his side, anyway, "Then what is it? I can't read your mind, Em."
It was possible that she imagined annoyance in his voice, but that didn't dissuade her. "I heard you had a talk with Jean." It wasn't Emma's place to comment and yet she was. "That was badly handled."
Not entirely imagined. Scott nodded his head, "It was. I was frustrated, and worried. I know I handled it badly."
Emma sighed quietly and rubbed her arms with her hands. She wondered if this sort of thing was normal in a relationship and remembered that she had no real frame of reference. "Don't do that again." A pause. "And don't bring me into your conversations."
Emma's gaze fell.
"A joke that also went badly." Scott sounded sad. Really sad. He genuinely had wanted things between him and Jean to be better, and not just for Emma's sake.
But for all his tactical genius, Scott could be a little relationship dumb at times.
"I heard," Emma said quietly.
"I'm sorry." Scott wasn't sure what she wanted to hear, right now. He wouldn't tell her it, anyway, unless it was something that he really meant. He didn't seem particularly inclined to leave, though.
"You don't need to apologize to me," Emma said. She felt a bit stupid just standing there and watching him, waiting for something, but not sure what.
She wasn't as upset with him as she let on, rather was frustrated with her situation. Emma wished she'd had more dreams to illuminate the affair situation.
"You're upset. Apologizing is boyfriend 101. What's really bothering you?" He touched her chin with his fingers so they could look into each others' eyes. At least as best they could with the glasses on. Like most men, he wanted to fix it. Whatever 'it' was.
"I..." it wasn't often that Emma stumbled on her words. "I don't know." This time she did free herself of his touch. "Maybe it's the fact that you were keeping secrets. Or that Jean had a near nervous breakdown. Or that I willingly slept with a married man." Her voice rose just a bit. "Because the funny thing is, even though I don't know the details, I know that I was largely responsible. I know that because I don't really regret it." She thought herself to be rambling just a bit and took a deep breath to calm herself.
"I think it bothers you that it doesn't bother you," Came Scott's reply. He didn't reach out to her again, and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "That you could do that kind of thing and not regret it. Is that it?"
"Maybe." She didn't meet his gaze. "It's a bit difficult to come to terms with the person I am." Slowly, she stepped away from him to walk around her front porch.
Scott followed her with his eyes before he started walking after her, "I don't think you regret it, because you got tired of watching me watch her die, over and over again." He looked up towards the sky and admitted, "I couldn't keep loving someone who kept leaving."
"That's not all of it," Emma said with certainty. She could feel him behind her, but didn't turn to look at him. "I'm angry at myself and I'm angry at you because of what you symbolize." She smiled, but there was no humor in it. "You know, I wish I was her. In that life, she's evil, but she's not. It isn't really her fault what she does." It was shameful to admit and Emma felt heat spread across her face.
"Your life turned you into what you were. Who you are inside allowed you to overcome that and try to be a better person." Scott reached out, catching Emma's arm, "Jean Grey is Jean Grey. Emma Frost is Emma Frost. You're only human. I've always felt that, and I've always felt that almost anyone is redeemable."
"Stop." Emma breathed out loudly. "Please." She was tired of being read these tired lines from the few people who cared about her.
"Just," she let him enter her space this time, but held a hand up to his chest to keep him from being too close, "Stop."
Emma required so much patience that it was a little exhausting. It was difficult to tell if he was getting through to her. But he did stop, both physically and verbally. He stared at her through those ruby glasses.
Seeing the world through ruby glasses is bullshit.
The walls she'd built seemed to be on the verge of crumbling. "Are you going to shoot me if you take off the glasses?" Emma asked. She didn't want to look into red glass.
"I have a little headache, it's a...precaution." He took the glasses off again, and his eyes lacked the red glow that they sometimes had. That was probably a good sign.
And he wanted to look into her eyes, while he could still see their blue beauty.
Emma stared into Scott's eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry about how things ended after the play." She'd been short with him while rushing to Jean's, mostly out of worry and, later, out of what she considered as self-defense.
"You were worried about her. It's fine. I wanted to give you both time."
While he didn't have any friends he would rush out to like that, he could understand the feeling, and wasn't the kind of man who would have issues with his woman rushing off to someone else.
It was actually a sobering thought. There was... who... Shepard?
He hadn't met anyone else from his dreams. It made him sad.
Emma took a step toward Scott, closing the gap between them just a bit. She noticed something in his eyes. "It was a bad night."
He slipped his arms around her waist, and pressed his forward against Emma's, "I know. There's a way you set your jaw and tense up when you worry, and you were very tense and short. I would never come between you two."
"I'm not worried about that." Emma pressed her hands gently into his chest and met his eyes. "Honestly." She was tempted to kiss him, but held back. "If..." she stopped herself and shook her head.
"Go on." He touched her cheek with his fingers.
"Darling," Emma said, sighing, "I've known you for... two months, now?" Maybe a bit more, but not by much. "I've known her nearly my entire life. You won't come between us. That isn't a concern." It sounded a bit harsh, maybe, but it was the truth.
"I know," Scott replied, his eyes on hers, unwavering and even. Like he already knew where he stood with her on that, and that he was okay with it.
It hurt, and that hurt was visible.
Emma considered apologizing, but thought the better of it. She wasn't really sorry about the relationship she had with her best friend. Slowly, she brought her hands down to his. "I didn't mean to hurt you with that," she said.
"It's the truth. Sometimes the truth hurts. I'm glad it's not a choice you had to make." There was a silent question after that. Had it been a choice? She'd offered nothing to make him think that was the case.
Emma was, too. She didn't respond and, perhaps, that was enough of a tell. "You realize," she said after a moment, "that you could be with someone else. Someone who wouldn't give you such a headache. There are good women who wouldn't push you away and who wouldn't complicate your life so thoroughly." It seemed only fair that Scott have a choice, too.
"None of those women are you," He pointed out simply. Like she was somehow this wonderful catch. And in some ways, in his eyes, she was.
Emma almost laughed. "Fool," she teased in a gentle sort of way.
Scott gave her a grin, "You know what they say about love and fools."
Which was, probably the first time that word had been used in relation to either of them outside the act of sex, if even there. It had slipped out with remarkable ease, through to his credit he didn't seem to react to saying it.
If Emma heard him say the l word, it didn't show. "We shouldn't spend the day out here." She glanced around, wondering if there was some idiot with a camera watching them.
"Expecting the tabloids?" Scott looked around, then shrugged a shoulder. He was glad they'd never gotten to the show. Leaving in a rush would have just started tongues wagging. They could always catch another show next week, assuming there wasn't another emergency on either of their parts.
"Not expecting, but I'd rather be precautious." And, really, it wasn't like they could just linger outside all day.
"Well you could.." He eyed the house, "give me the way out of my price range tour of the parts of your house I haven't seen yet."
Scott gave her a soft smile. He didn't really care about the money thing so didn't do much to bring attention to it, but he hadn't been able to resist.
"I could," Emma said, though she didn't sound quite convinced. There was something disconcerting about letting a lover into her home. Emma had the feeling Scott would be welcome there eventually, but wasn't sure if she was ready yet. "Or you could take me home."
Scott raised an eyebrow, but didn't push it any further than that, "All right." He should probably tell her about the new roommate possibly coming, but he'd do that in the car.
Emma couldn't quite help herself. She let her hands run up to the sides of his face and she pulled him in for a kiss. It was short and sweet. "So take me home," she said softly.
Scott pressed her hands against her face, and nodded at her, “If you want, you could bring a few things to leave, for overnighters.”
That? Was probably a big step. He was aware of this, but like honey badger, he didn’t care. She’d spent more than one night in his bed, waking there in the morning, and he thought she’d get used to the idea more often, if there was something of hers in the bathroom. Even if it was just a robe.
And maybe just maybe, not today but soon, she’d return the offer.
Emma considered this silently for a moment and then decided there wasn't any harm in it. She nodded, untangled herself from Scott, and turned to her front door, which she held open for him to follow her inside. Emma's home was opulent in a classy sort of way, her rooms bearing more than a passing resemblance to something out of a magazine or IKEA website. The rooms were well furnished without being tacky and the floor was made of dark hard wood. Everything had a proper place and there was no mess. It spoke volumes to Emma's need to control everything around her.
Emma led Scott to her living room where she informed him that she'd be just a moment and then she walked off in the direction of her bedroom. She found a bag and then went through her dresser, packing away things that seemed most practical - two changes of clothes, underwear, a white silk robe, slippers, and some items that would be fun to use during sex.
IKEA, which according to Pete Wisdom some people was the source of a global conspiracy. That’s neither here nor there. Scott looked around curiously. He found the whole . look a little sterile, and proper. It could use more personality, he thought. Something warmer to cut through the chill.
After a moment, he followed her to the bedroom, as much to sate his curiosity as anything else. What kind of bedroom did the elusive Emma Frost have? Especially one she rarely, if ever, brought anyone home to?
It would also be interesting to see what she packed.
She heard him before she saw him and as he entered her room, it was entirely possible that he caught her turning away from him. Emma had her back to him as she packed, a large bag sitting primly on the edge of her dresser while she searched through it for things to bring.
The room itself was about twice the size of his, with a dream-like quality to it. Where the rest of the house looked bare, this room looked simply spartan. There was an enormous elevated bed with white covers in the center of the room across from which was a bookshelf that held Emma's favorite reads. There were windows with quite the view, covered by dainty white fabric that added a certain hazy quality to everything. It was something out of a designer's fantasy and Emma had put it together all on her own.
The doors to the walk-in closet and bathroom were closed and Emma said nothing of Scott's presence. She felt somewhat uncomfortable but not enough so to kick him out. That would have been rude. She felt oddly exposed in her bedroom, which was probably silly. Quietly, she folded and waited for some sort of comment out of him.
It was a lonely room. Scott didn't like it. While he didn't go for a lot of possessions or wealth, he still liked warmth. Warmer colors, a few things to make the room feel alive. The only things in this room that had life was the bookshelf and the windows. It might be Emma's designer fantasy, but it wasn't his.
He stepped over to the book case, running his fingers over the spines, "These look broken in."
Scott sounded happy about that.
"They are meant to be read," Emma said, glancing over her shoulder. She felt the urge to shoo him away from her private things - her books, her rooms, her secrets. She didn't. "You're nosy, aren't you?" she asked with just a bit of a tease in her tone.
"Just a little. So many people like collecting books and then treating them like some sacred object, not what they're truly meant for." He turned to look at her, smiling at ease for the first time that day, "My presence bothers you."
"I don't allow people here," Emma explained, just a bit primmly. She was trying, though, to not be completely cold. Simply out of her comfort zone, she was reacting to something she hadn't expected to happen for quite some time. "It isn't that easy for all of us to let people in." Her tone wasn't quite accusatory.
Scott walked over to her, and took her hand, "I know." He didn't sound bothered by it, or her reaction to his presence, "Are you ready to go, Em?"
Casually, he plucked a vibrator from her bag and raised both his eyebrows at her while holding it up.
"What?" A smile crept onto Emma's face. "I never leave home without one." She looked playful.
Scott turned it over in his hands, an odd look on his face, as though he were contemplating things. A smirk spread across his face.
Emma couldn't tell if he looked more like a little boy at a candy store or like a cat who'd nearly caught a mouse. At any rate, he looked wicked in a way he often didn't. She found it attractive. "Will you stop looking at me as though I am an expensive and delicious piece of meat?" She laughed.
It was probably a little of both, because using a toy on a woman? Hadn't been an option before. It was an option he found appealing.
"Only the best and most well cared for Kobe beef," He replied, putting the toy back and then laughing.
"Thanks," Emma chuckled. She zipped the bag shut, figuring that it was as full as it needed to be for right now. Maybe in another month, she'd feel comfortable bringing a bit more over.
"Come on," she said, leading him out of her room. "You know, if you're good I'll let you use it on me." There was a devilish look in her eye.
Scott followed dutifully, unable to contain the grin on his face. He was the luckiest man alive, at least in this hemisphere. There were still emotional issues to deal with, but those would come in time, "And how good do I have to be?"
Emma's way of dealing with her emotions was to retreat. And in this instance she had no real space to retreat into. Scott pushed her in ways that made her uncomfortable, but always brought her around. Maybe sex wasn't the best way to deal with problems, but it worked well enough for Emma.
It was when they were in the car that she grinned at him. "I'm not going to make it easy for you," she purred.
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Emma had buttons. Scott was a perpetual button pusher when it came to her. He wanted to know more, to share more, to be more to her. That was simply what she did to him.
"I was hoping for a challenge." He flashed her a grin and started the car, "Things might get a little more challenging soon. Someone is moving into one of the bedrooms on the other side of the house."
Scott winked, "She's already been warned to bring ear plugs."
"Are you happy about that?" It didn't really matter to Emma, one way or another. It wasn't her home and another person's presence wasn't going to stop her coming over.
"It's fine enough by me. It'll help Dani out and I don't expect to see her that often. She's an older woman, apparently." Scott shrugged one shoulder as he took the car on the scenic route and lightly rested a hand on Emma's knee.
"I hope we don't offend her too badly." If she were honest, she'd admit that she wasn't particularly concerned if they did. She slid just a bit closer to Scott, almost without really meaning to.
He stroked lightly at her knee, "Something tells me we won't. Dani warned her and it was her idea to bring ear plugs. She sounds like a sassy old lady."
He didn't know the half of it. Leandra, in her infinite love of trolling her children and their generation, had packed a few things as gifts for her new housemates. The thing she had packed for Scott could very well make Emma blush.
Emma enjoyed the touch. She found the fact that they were stuck in a moving car to be annoying. Really, she wanted more than just a bit of a soft caress on the knee. "That's probably for the best, then," she said of the new roommate.
Scott was on the same wavelength. He wanted to touch her more, and that was difficult without them swerving off the road. Still, his hand stroked in a wider circle, with more pressure. As if he'd read her mind. Maybe in a way he had!
"Something tells me I'm used to living in a building with a large number of people," He replied, wryly.
"Bless you for your patience," she said, voice taking on a silky edge.
Poor Scott. He shifted in his seat, suddenly warm and uncomfortable. He started to scan for rest stops or a road they could pull off on. Patience be damned. Wait, he was supposed to be a good boy. He shot her a frustrated look and tried to settle down.
Her voice. That was cheating.
Emma picked up on his mood and just smirked in her seat. She wanted to make him uncomfortable. It was so much fun to see him squirm. But she also didn't want them to get into a car crash.
She gave him a look and then told him, in the same sort of subtly seductive tone, "Eyes on the road, soldier.
"Yes, Ma'am." Sweet lord he liked the way she'd said that. The house seemed to be a hundred miles away, but eventually, he pulled onto the drive. A few more minutes alone in the car with Emma and he was going to go mad.
By the time they'd pulled in, Emma was quite enjoying the show. She got something out of making Scott whimper. Though it was difficult for her to be vulnerable, she quite liked him being laid bare.
Because torture was fun, she got out of the car very slowly.
Turnabout would be fair play, later. He had every intention of going into command mode and ordering her around. It was like a special treat he saved for her, only to spring at surprise moments. The man was nothing if not perceptive.
But right now, he was being tortured, and it was the best thing ever. He climbed out of the car and watched her, open adoration on his face.
The adoration wasn't lost on Emma, but she acted as though everything were more or less normal. There might as well have been halo over her head. The smirk on her lips was the only indication that she was aware of what she did to him.
She walked with purpose around the house to the entrance to Scott's room.
A halo, and a devil's tail lashing behind her. Scott got her bag after a moment's thought, and threw it over his shoulder as he headed around the house. He didn't rush, but he didn't dawdle either. Damn he loved this woman. He wished he could tell her without her pushing him away.
Emma certainly felt better once it was over. Sated, she brushed wild bits of hair out of her eyes and looked at Scott in what could have been interpreted as an emotional sort of way. She would claim it as fondness.
With a soft sigh, Emma rested comfortably on her side, arms wrapped around herself. "Mmm," was all she said.
Scott was quite pleased himself, but he wasn't sated for once. He kissed her, cupping her face in one hand as he did so. It was an emotional sort of kiss, full of feelings and wants and desires, and by the time it was done he had managed to handcuff Emma's wrists to the headboard. He grinned at her cheekily.
"I've been good, I think I'm going to claim my prize."
Emma had been too distracted (involved) in the kiss to notice the cuffs. Suddenly bound, she let out a surprised noise that seemed at least half laugh. This was far more forward than she'd expected of Scott. A pleasant surprise, certainly, Emma squirmed and tested the strength of his headboard.
"I hope you realize," she said, "that whatever you do to me I'll return upon you." It was a promise and a challenge.
Scott grinned, and his only response was the sound of buzzing. They were kept busy for what seemed like hours - and probably was. Only when it felt like he could no longer feel his limbs was he sated. It had been like there'd been a point to prove but he'd forgotten what the point exactly was at some ...point.
He pulled her close.
Vaguely aware of the fact that her legs were trembling, Emma let herself be pulled close and all but melted into his arms. There were rare moments when it was hard to be defensive. Sometimes Scott could come close to bringing down her walls. When she was at her most relaxed (and this quite counted as one of those moments) she couldn't snap back to her normal catty self so quickly.
"That?" Emma said in a near whisper, her voice feeling just the slightest bit hoarse. "Very good. I'm impressed."
"I'm glad to hear that," He whispered back, nuzzling his nose against her ear and nibbling lightly. "I'm glad I meet your approval." Scott's hand trailed down Emma's spine, before resting on the small of her back. That was all the energy he had left, "I'm glad I met you."
Emma planted soft kisses on the side of Scott's face. She had the feeling that this post-coital glow wasn't going to fade anytime soon. She chuckled quietly at his tenderness, finding it cute. "Are you?" she asked.
"Yeah. I think I'd be wandering a little more aimlessly without you." It was a striking candidness for them. Scott didn't care. She smelled too nice, and felt too good against him.
"I imagine you'd have found your way," Emma said, voice full of warmth. She wondered silently if she was aimless, but realized that she had a few anchors in her life even if that was the case.
Scott smiled ruefully, nuzzling her ear again, and then moving his lips over her throat, kissing lightly. She'd become a sort of anchor for him, and that thought was frightening, even to him. Scott pulled her even closer, "Maybe. I'm liking the course I'm on now."
She let him be sentimental at her, but found she had little to say in response. Emma curled into him, let her lips meet his for brief and gentle kisses. She felt thoroughly relaxed. Murmuring contentedly against his skin, she let her eyes flutter shut, but just for a moment.
Scott whispered something in her ear, almost like a reflex. He didn't seem to notice it, just like last time, as he was well on his way to slumber.
She stiffened just for a moment as she heard something she didn't feel especially prepared to hear. But just as all other things in life, it seemed that time didn't wait for Emma and didn't care whether she could handle the curveballs. She was only given the option of reacting to things and it was a bit jarring.
In Scott's arms, though, the option of just dashing out in a panic didn't seem so savory a thing. She was just the slightest bit tempted to kick him, but restrained that urge. He had, after all, just spent an afternoon pleasing her physically.
Emma chose to ignore the panic that bubbled in her chest and then quickly faded. She also ignored the rush of warmth she felt. Scott was more than half asleep, not at all attentive to her reaction. With a soft sigh, Emma kissed his forehead and decided to pretend she hadn't heard anything. They were both sleepy. It was an easy enough thing to excuse away.
For a long moment, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Perhaps there were worse things in the world than to be loved.