Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-01-26 09:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Scott and Emma
When: 1/26
Where: a sushi restaurant
What: dating!
Rating: pg-13 for light language and sexy thoughts
Status: complete
Scott prepared for his date like he was preparing for an upcoming battle. Just the right outfit (his nicest that wasn’t a suit or tux), the right about of aftershave and cologne, and his hair just right. His visor he slipped into his coat pocket, as a contingency. He didn’t want to be caught flat-footed again.
Only twenty minutes after stepping out of the shower, Scott was ready, and waiting in the living room.
It took Emma an hour, and that was because she rushed. She picked out her favorite jewelry (the necklace he’d given her, and a pair of earrings she’d bought to go with it), her new sexy dress, and just the right heels (Jean’s gift, and they certainly kept on giving). Then there was hair and makeup to deal with, along with a few other little touches. But when she stepped out of the master bathroom and downstairs, she knew she looked amazing.
Probably because Scott’s jaw was hanging open, and his eyes were popping out of his head. He briefly thought about being very late for their reservations, but changed his mind. He wanted to take her out - he wanted to show her off. “I think my heart just stopped.”
“You need to have a conversation with your internal organs. They don’t seem to like you much.” She smirked, eying him thoroughly. “You look amazing. We’re going to turn quite a few heads tonight.” It was going to be fun. She kissed him delicately, not wanting to mess her lipstick up just yet.
Smiling, Scott replied. “Who needs a defib when they have a kiss from you.” He took her hand, lacing their fingers together as he led Emma out of the house and towards his car. She would probably turn most of the heads, he figured.
“I’m shocked you would say something like that.” She chuckled at her own terrible pun as they left the house. “Beside, even if my kisses are a medical miracle, you’re the only one who’ll receive any benefit from them, so we should keep it to ourselves.”
“Good, I don’t think I want to share anyway.” He locked the door to the house, then opened the car door for her. He watched her as she got into the car, a happy, mysterious smile on his face. Then he walked around, got in, and started it up. The sushi place was a bit of a drive, but he thought it should be worth it. He’d deliberately picked a different one than the one he’d taken his last girlfriend to.
Emma slid in delicately, smiling at him. She didn’t mind letting him play the gentleman. After the last couple weeks, she could tolerate a few doors being opened for her. She buckled her seatbelt, after checking to make sure his door was unlocked. “It’s a little strange, going out on a date with someone I’m living with.” It was pretty awesome, though. If they got tired of each other she could go back to her room, and if they didn’t, she wouldn’t have to wake up early to rush home.
“Is it? I suppose it is.” Scott thought about it as they drove. “It might lack the excitement of going to strange place but there’s comfort in familiarity. If we needed excitement there are other ways to get it.” Hotels, even public places.
Emma laughed. “You’re exciting enough as you are. Beside, it’s extremely efficient, especially given our current arrangement.” Sometimes efficiency was nice. It meant less time worrying about details like cab fare or driving two cars to the same place. “I rather like living with you.”
“I’m not too boring? You haven’t seen my sock drawer yet. You’ll change your mind then. It’s color coded.”
“Honestly, that’s impressive, since you can hardly see colors.” She smiled at him. “Also, men don’t tend to have more colors than black and white. So you are, unfortunately, more interesting than you realize.” She couldn’t think of a single thing about him that was ordinary or boring. Everything about him was outstanding.
“Well, it used to be color coded. Now it’s black, white, and red all over.” Scott chuckled. “I’ll have to throw out all the colors then. To maintain my boring status.”
She snorted. “I could sort your socks, see if that bores me away.” Really, it was a miracle any of his outfits matched at all. “But I think you’ll have to do quite a bit to convince me you’re boring. Maybe you could talk about your taxes for a month, that might work.”
“I could talk about work all day. Not even the fun misadventures the kids get into. But the boring back end stuff and day to day mundane activities that keep everything running.” Scott’s boringness had been challenged. This wouldn’t do.
Emma laughed, "I'd just counter by talking about office politics and who's having babies or divorces this week. Two can play the boring work card."
Scott laughed. He actually knew someone who was having a baby, but he wasn’t sure Alma wanted that announced just yet. As it was she was going to be going back to school a lot more pregnant than before the virus. As they walked into the restaurant, he said. “Touche.”
Emma rubbed her temple a little, but her smile didn’t fade. “So how was your day at work?” She hoped the kids were doing okay. Things had been so rough, and she was certain they would be as shaken up as everyone else.
“Less stressful. We’re falling back into routine. There’s been some really creepy things going on lately. I’m not sure what to make of it. Some are reporting seeing a little girl running around.”
Emma nodded. “I’ve noticed something like that as well, actually. I can hear it at night, before I go to sleep. I thought it was the cats at first, but it happened last night, and the cats were all around us.” She wished her headache would just go away. It was really getting severe at this point. She wasn’t going to let it bother her tonight. “I assumed it was from staying up so much while we were at the hospital, with the stress about my family extending the effects a bit.”
“It’s not just you.” Scott could feel the hackles on the back of his neck rise as he thought about it. He pushed it from his mind. “I hope you like this place.”
“Yes.” Emma said, smiling again. No more talking about creepy little girls. “I love sushi. I ate it every chance I had back in college. I had to do something to offset my rather voracious appetite for free party beer.” If people invited her to get drunk at their expense because they wanted to sleep with her, it wasn’t wrong for her to drink them out of frat and home, and then stagger home without taking her clothes off.
“I haven’t had it nearly enough,” Scott admitted. “So I’m really looking forward to this.” He was pleased to have guessed right. This wasn’t even a remember!
She smiled at him. “I think you’re looking forward to showing me off more.”
“Are you sure you can’t read minds yet?” He raised his eyebrows, looking at her. It was an expression of mock surprise.
Emma pretended to concentrate. “Hmmm, I’m hot, you want me, and you’re hungry?” Just guesses, but they had a good chance of being correct. “No, I can’t, thank God. I’d probably shoot myself after listening to my students’ brains for one day.”
"Yes, yes and yes. Emma Frost, I never knew you had it in you. Could you blame them? Look at you. Half of them problem spontaneously went through puberty looking at you."
She snorted, then stuck her tongue out as the thought hit. “Eww. I really don’t even want to imagine that. I’m sure none of my students see me that way.”
The look on Scott’s face was comical. “Having been a teenage boy, I can assure you that many of them probably do. You have a certain way of filling out a shirt.”
Emma laughed. “Yeah, hopefully that little ability won’t manifest until summer break, then.” She couldn’t think of anything more difficult than trying to teach while hearing people staring at her boobs.
“With our luck, it’ll happen just before spring break.” When hormones and teen stupidity were at their highest. Scott gave her a teasing grin.
She snorted. “Or at my parents’ house.” That would torture for a completely different reason. “Oh, I made reservations at a ski resort this morning. We’ll just need to get some appropriate clothes when we land.” She didn’t want to think about her telepathy, either. The whole mutant powers thing was bound to be nothing but an enormous pain in the ass.
“That’s great!” Scott sounded excited. He even looked it. “We can wait until we’re there. They won’t have any thing appropriate here that won’t cost an arm and a leg. I’m sure you’ll keep us both fashionable and warm.” He figured to let her pick it all out.
She laughed. “That was my idea as well.” She smiled again, already excited to go on this mini-vacation. “Though we could always just bundle up in the lodge. I think we’ll have no trouble keeping each other warm.”
“Be that couple that everyone loves to hate, all cozied up in front of the fire, with spiked hot cocoa and attention nowhere but each other?” This was probably one of those things he’d always wanted to do.
“Oh my God, yes.” Emma said enthusiastically. “People in Massachusetts deserve to watch us make out like teenagers.”
That brought a loud laugh from Scott. Not quite loud enough to bring attention to them, but louder than usual. It was Emma’s enthusiasm that struck him. It made him incredibly happy. “If that’s your wish, I’ll grant it.”
“It is.” She said with a nod. “We’ll need to snuggling to make up for the lack of human emotion at my parents’ house. I often wonder if my father was born with the last name Frost, or awarded it by a committee for his commitment to living up to it.” Yes, many snuggles would be needed after that joyous experience.
Scott smiled and shook his head. “Perhaps that’s a prerequisite for being a Frost?”
She laughed. “Are you attempting to insult me, or insinuate I should have some other name?”
“I’m not trying to insult you,” he assured her.
“So option two, then.” She didn’t mind. She’d promised that, after all. “Maybe next year.” A winter wedding would actually be very nice. Long dresses were much more elegant looking.
The insinuation made Scott inhale his wine down the wrong tube. He coughed to clear his lungs, then wiped his chin with a napkin.
Emma blinked. “Or we could wait a bit longer. I’m in no rush.” She really hoped he would survive the evening.
“No..no that’s okay. Just wasn’t expecting that. Your timing is superb.” Able to breathe now, Scott reached over and took her hand.
She took his hand as well. “When you were sick, I realized how boring the prospect of a life without you would be. So I’m going to avoid that, if at all possible.” She smiled at him. “I wouldn’t have asked you to meet my family if I wasn’t serious about my promise to start a life with you.”
“Are you going to get onto one knee?” Scott asked, attempting to lighten the mood, just a little. “Because I’d be all for that.”
Emma laughed. “Not yet. I can’t get my legs more than three inches apart in this dress. Give it a month, I think. If we haven’t gotten tired of each other by then, given my somewhat short attention span when it comes to romance and men in general, then I think we can worry about making those kind of plans.”
Scott nodded his head, his expression inscrutable. Behind those glasses, he was hatching plans. So many plans. One of the things he’d never thought was a possibility in the dream world could be one here.
Emma wondered what he was thinking. It was a big, scary step for her to even be this involved, but he handled it all calmly. Well, one of them should be confident from the start. “No comments?”
“Afraid I’ll say something to mess it up. Now, we should probably order.”
Emma looked at her menu. “Yes, but whatever you’re thinking is relevant, and as long as it’s not telling me you have a lovechild with someone else and want a polyamorous relationship, I’m certain it won’t be a dealbreaker.”
Scott picked out several rolls and some terayaki beef. They all had interesting and unique names. “No children in this life,” he promised.
But nothing about his thoughts, either. Oh well. Emma let it go, hoping it was nothing important. She ordered sashimi and a beer, since she didn’t have to drive. Yes, she was wearing a sexy dress and should drink something sophisticated, but she rather like Sapporo. “Well, that’s good to know.”
Thoughts and plans tended to bounce around in Scott’s brain in an orderly fashion. Most of which he kept close to his chest. It had let him pull off some spectacular xanatos gambits, though Emma was usually privy to those. He was particularly proud of the battle against Dracula’s son and the whole Exodus plan against the Dark Avengers.
The waiter came and took their orders, and then came back with their drinks. He was very friendly, and Emma smiled brightly at him, especially when he returned with her beer. She took a drink before turning her attention back to Scott. “How are the kids doing? Have things settled down for them, a little?”
“We’re getting there. We even had a cricket game today.” He paused, then said, “I got to pitch. Apparently I’m terrible at it and never allowed near the cricket match again.”
Emma laughed. Poor Scott. “That alright, it’s just imitation baseball.” She patted his hand. “I’m glad things are settling down there as well.”
"Don't tell that to Faiza." Scott turned his hand around to take hers. "I think everyone has gotten closer. They're starting to realize they're a family. It's actually really wonderful to see. I'd realized I missed the extended family I'd built."
She smiled, squeezing his hand. “Then you’re just never allowed to get hospitalized again. I think we can both agree there was nothing worthwhile about that experience.”
“I got to hallucinate while meeting my brother again?” Okay so maybe that wasn’t so much worthwhile as kind of amusing.
Emma laughed a little. “He still owes me a volleyball. I think I’m going to mention it whenever possible. DId he tell you we’ve met before?”
Scott nodded his head. “At a beach somewhere. I have to admit I was somewhat jealous that he’s seen you in a swimsuit. I should have his eyes removed.”
Emma snorted. "Don't worry, once school is out I go to the beach all the time." She would have to get an especially sexy swimsuit this year.
"I look forward to spring break." Scott's grin was positively devilish. She brought out the best (or perhaps worse) in him, and he didn’t mind. The mutant with the weight of the world on his shoulders was more than happy to shrug that off and learn to live again.
Emma smirked. “We’ll have to do something fun.” This spring break was no doubt going to be her favorite. “Though topping a last-minute trip to Paris will be pretty hard. We’ve set the vacation bar pretty high. Think we can keep improving?”
“Trip to the Moon?” Scott raised his eyebrows. “Perhaps something closer to Earth. I’ve always wanted to visit Rio.”
Emma’s expression showed her approval. “I didn’t think of that. Yes, I think would be a perfect spring break.” There were definitely perks to dating someone with a private, military grade jet. “I will definitely need a good swimsuit, in that case.”
“We can get a real tan.” Skin cancer, what’s that?” Scott leaned forward, resting his chin on his palm. He opened his mouth, but then the food arrived. Lots of sushi. The rolls were bigger than he was expecting.
Emma regretfully withdrew her hand. Everything looked delicious. “Our eyes might be bigger than our stomachs.” That was a problem she had a lot. Everything looked good, but she could only eat so much, realistically.
“Just sample a little of everything, then pick a favorite." He figured they could bring the rest home, to savor later. Perhaps off of each other.
Emma nodded, grabbing a piece of her fish. “Your rolls look really good.” She did as he suggested, and took a piece of everything, putting pieces of her own meal on his plate in trade.
Scott took an extra piece of the beef terayaki. Because yum. The first thing he tried was the tuna roll. It was a classic, and he wanted to start out with a classic. “The best part about sushi is how communal it can get. With everyone trying parts of everything.”
“It’s very good for larger groups. Everyone tries a bite of everything, and nobody pays a lot to do it.” She smiled, fondly remembering some especially coordinated study groups. “Pepper mentioned doing a double date, maybe we can convince Mister and future Stark to come slum with us for sushi later.” She doubted Tony went out for sushi. He probably had a personal chef feed it to him by hand.
Scott smiled ruefully at the thought. This Tony was a lot easier to deal with than the one he remembered. He was almost likeable, at least as far as Tony Stark could be likeable. He took a sampling from another roll. “I’m up for it if we can convince them it’s a good idea.”
“Pepper will make it happen.” Emma had complete faith in her friend. “I think I know him in the dreams. It’s going to make future interactions quite a bit more hilarious. I hope I can keep a straight face.”
“They’re very funny. I don’t think he’s the same man. He doesn’t dream of the same events.” It was more of that alternate reality nonsense, but he was far too familiar with it to really bat an eye. Alternate reality daughters would do that to you.
Emma nodded. It made sense, if alternate universes were already a possibility, that not everyone would be from the same alternate universes. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care much what he dreams about.” She just liked to antagonize him. “This is all really good. Well done, love.”
“I’m glad you think so. I think we managed to avoid any sort of terrible event happening.” Scott counted that a minor victory. They just needed to make it home, so he could peel her out of that dress.
Alternately, they didn’t have to make it home for that.
He had to bite his tongue, before he said something sappy.
“Well done for us.” She smiled. “But you shouldn’t act like that. We’ve only had one date where things went horribly downhill. Considering how many we’ve been on, it’s nearly a statistical anomaly. Normally our dates end very nicely.” The car was more than roomy enough for what she wanted to do, and her patience would be running out very soon. She found herself staring at his lips now and then, just watching them move, fascinated. “We should hurry home, though, in case something bad decides to happen.”
"You're reading my mind again." Scott flagged down a waiter so he could get the check and some containers. It was too good to waste and his mind was once again going to interesting places. Part of him wondered why food and sex were so easily linked.
Emma chuckled. “No, just saying what I want. It just so happens we want the same thing.” She put all the food together on one plate, so the transfer would take as little time as possible. “We should have asked for extra sauce.” Her mind was meandering toward the same conclusion as Scott’s. It would be fun to enjoy a late night snack in bed together.
Scott turned to the waiter, and ordered extra sauce. He handed over his card so that the bill could be paid, and once it was returned, took the bag with the food and held his hand out for Emma’s. “We’re not going to make it home, are we.”
“Well, it would be a waste of good food if we took more than an hour and a half. But it only took us ten minutes to get here. So no, in all likelihood we will not, and the sauce might not, either. It was particularly good, and even though I couldn’t eat anymore, I could certainly taste it.” She smirked at him. “Among other things.”
Scott never walked so fast to his car in his life. He kissed her at the car, full of sudden need and an intense love for her that threatened to overwhelm him.
She kissed him back, pressing every inch of her body against him. Her chest suddenly felt full and tight, and she thought she would die if the pressure didn’t release itself. So she broke the kiss, somewhat sharply. “I think I love you, Scott.” She meant it quite seriously. She wasn’t certain, but if this wasn’t the strongest emotion she could feel for a person, then she was likely to die from whatever was stronger than this.
The feel of Emma against him was addicting and thrilling. Scott returned the kiss, a similar pressure building inside his heat. When she broke the kiss he didn't register her words at first. They sunk in quickly. He cupped her face and kissed her again, tenderly. "I know I love you."
She nodded, kissing him back with a little more need than tenderness (but only a little). “I know. I really do.” Most of her doubts were fading, and the ones that remained were not enough to sour her emotions for him. She wished she could be more effusive, but this was all still too new. She kissed him again, because she was addicted to touching him, and if they were just outside a restaurant in front of God and everyone, she didn’t give one single fuck. Being with him right now, touching him, kissing him, was all that really mattered.