Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-20 14:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Emma and Scott Summers
Where: their house
What: attempting to conceive
When: Tuesday evening
Warnings/Rating: NC-17 for explicit sexytimes and bondage
Status complete
Emma was still amused by the singing and dancing. It wasn’t really helping her teach, but it was keeping the students’ attention in class, when they weren’t all rapping, singing, or (in one amusing case) yodeling. They were growing a closer bond as a group, and Emma was pleased to see that, even if they couldn’t diagram a sentence yet.
Since their school work was being so disrupted, she didn’t have anything to grade. Which gave her time to continue getting the empty bedroom prepared for its future occupant. It was a strange act, decorating a filling a nursery. Emma was somewhat afraid of the whole thing. She wasn’t sure she’d be a good mother, or that she’d be able to be around the child enough to make a difference in its life.
She heard Scott come home from work, which was a nice break from being nervous about her commitments. She brushed her hands off on her pants and went downstairs to greet him. “Hello, love. How was work?”
"Fun," Scott said. He wrapped his arms around Emma and kissed her. "There was a cricket dance number. Faiza was thrilled."
She hugged and kissed him back. It felt good to have him back. “That’s amazing. We had a musical about the current relationship drama between a girl and her two boyfriends. I think some of my students have a good grasp of drama.” She chuckled, squeezing him one last time before letting go. “Nate’s off doing something or other with Neena, an ice cream maker, and an industrial size blender. I’m not sure what, but I’m sure we’ll hear all about it later.”
“Two boyfriends? Good god.” Scott laughed. “They need to sort things out, anyway.” He didn’t think she would pull anything he'd want to stab her over. But he would if he had to.
“I can’t even imagine.” Emma noted. Scott’s comment about needing to sort things out was interesting. “What exactly happened? I don’t want to push Nate on the subject, but this is the second night he’s gone out with her in a row.”
“They became a thing. When Nate was old enough, in the future,” Scott replied, running his hands down Emma’s arms. “They even had a son.”
“God.” Emma said, shaking her head. “This is all so ridiculous.” She took his hands, closing her eyes a little. “I can’t believe what all of you went through. I’m so sorry, love.”
“He was ten when we got sent back,” Scott said, hugging himself a little. He put his arms around Emma instead, after a moment. “We had to leave them and there was nothing we could do.”
She held him tight, listening as he spoke. Her heart ached for him and her step-son. They had endured so much, and for what? Could they stop what was coming? Could they change the course of the future? “We can make it better, we can give the children that might be a better future, a brighter and safer one.” She had to say it, so someday she could believe it.
“We don’t have a choice,” Scott said, his expression serious. “We will make it better, because we have to. Because we want to.”
“We always have a choice. We’re just making the right one.” Emma kissed him again, because Scott was incredibly sexy to her when he was determined about something.
“God, I love you. And the kid we’re going to put inside you. Are you sure about that? You’re going to get fat. There might be stretch lines.”
Emma laughed. “I’m not terribly worried about that. I am worried about whether it’s a good idea to have children right now or not, but the cosmetic issues will only bother me most of the time.” Of course, her last five google searches had been about preventing stretchmarks, but she didn’t think anyone would blame her.
“There’ll never be a good time to have children,” Scott pointed out, resting his forehead against Emma’s again. “So we just have to have children anyway.”
She chuckled. “I suppose so. I’m just nervous, I suppose. It’s probably natural.” She stroked his hair softly. “Since Nate’s gone we can work a little bit more on that, if you want. I actually plotted out my cycle, and the next few days are our best chance this month.” She didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
“So are you suggesting we lock ourselves in the bedroom for every waking, non-working hour?” Scott asked. He pushed some hair out of Emma’s face, and kissed her softly.
She enjoyed the kiss, her hands sliding under his shirt to touch him. The conversation could wait, she didn’t even want to focus on telepathy right now. She wanted him to have all her attention.
Scott shrugged his shirt off, letting it hit the floor with a fwump, before working Emma’s shirt open. “I love you.” It was the only word he got out before their kiss deepened even further.
She slid out of her shirt as well, and wiggled a bit as she undid her bra. She was getting good at disrobing while being connected at the lips with her husband. Once she was naked from the waist up she wrapped her arms around him again, pressing against his body eagerly. She would never get enough of him. Each time they were together she just wanted to taste and touch every inch of him.
They moved towards the counter, and Scott lifted Emma onto the counter. He hooked his fingers into her pants and tugged them down. The whole time he kept kissing her. He finally got his hands onto her breasts, like he’d been saving that. Or something.
She moved with his guidance and wiggled into position on the counter. There was a paper under her butt, but she had more important things on her mind. Like Scott playing with her breasts. That was very important at the moment. “Oh God, you’re amazing. I love you so much, Scott.”
He grinned, and nipped at Emma’s neck, then moved his lips to her left breast. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, then sucked on it lightly. He’d been on her as much as possible since he’d woken up. Scott loved this woman, and he intended on making good on that ‘every waking moment’ comment.
She didn’t mind the physical attention at all. The days alone had only shown her how much Scott meant to her, and how truly lucky she was to have him in her life. She moaned loudly as he teased her, nails raking lightly over his shoulder. “I’m going to tie you to the bed and keep you up there for a week.”
“....Really?” He looked up at her, his expression both curious and a little aroused. He was suddenly torn between having his wife in the kitchen, and being tied down.
“Oh yes. We still haven’t explored the toybox, and I’d hate for you to get bored. After all, we’ve done this on the kitchen counter at least three times this week. It’s going to get unsanitary soon.” She chuckled and kissed him. “Besides, I want to do something noisy and fun while we have the house to ourselves.”
"...lead on." He pulled her down, and then carried her towards the stairs. Up the stairs. And into their bedroom.
They'd given Nate the downstairs bedroom with the door to the outside. It was good for a ten year old and gave plenty of space between him and them.
The smaller upstairs bedroom was better for a baby, anyway. It was much closer to their room. She held on to his neck, kissing and nibbling his jaw as they went. “Mmmm, I can’t wait to watch you squirm, darling. I’m going to torment you for hours.” Well, realistically it would be minutes, but they would be very enthusiastic minutes.
“Hours? Is that a promise or a threat?” Scott set her down in front of the bed, then turned to lock the door, in case Nate came home early. Not that the boy wouldn’t be able to sense them. Or hear them. Probably.
“Whichever you like.” She sent Nathan a quick mental note, encouraging him to say at the bar or with Neena for as long as he liked. She went to the toy box and pulled out the amusingly decadent ropes. “Now, be a good boy and lie down on the bed.”
Scott was a very very good boy and he laid down eagerly, lifting his head to watch her as she moved. Sometimes just seeing her naked body was enough to get him going.
Emma shed her pants, and moved over to tug his off as well. They wouldn’t be needing those until morning, probably. She tugged his hands up toward the posts of the bed, amused that they were almost the perfect width apart for this. “Let’s see if we actually manage it this time, without interruptions.”
"Don't say that," Scott replied, groaning. "You'll start to sing or something."
“Even if I start singing I won’t stop toying with you.” She promised. She knelt next to him on the bed, stroking her fingertips down Scott’s belly. “Nothing can distract me from you right now. You have my complete attention.”
"I love you." Scott couldn't caress her face with his hands, but he did with his eyes as her fingers raised goosebumps
“I love you too.” She smiled at him, and bent down to nibble and suck on the skin just above his hairline, being very careful not to touch anything else. She wanted him to be begging her for release. He was so gorgeous, laid out like this. She could definitely see the appeal of making him hold still so she could admire him.
“God...” Scott squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed. He wasn’t going to beg. Not yet anyway. There was an appeal to being completely under her spell like this.
She giggled and turned so her butt was toward him, licking a slow line down toward his cock. She gently stroked a finger over his balls, teasing the hairs there more than anything else.
"Are you sure you haven't gone evil again?" His question was more of a gasp than anything else. Scott's body tensed, and he let out a whimper.
“Not necessarily.” Emma chuckled, before licking around the very base of his cock. “You never know with this sort of thing.”
Scott twitched, cock and all, and he titled his head back. He whimpered again, his body feeling like it was on fire. "God Emma..."
Emma smirked. This was really turning her on. He sounded so wonderful right now. “What do you want, Scott?” She nibbled on the spot where his thigh joined to his body, her fingers delicate stroking up the other thigh.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping and begging for Emma to take him into her mouth. He fought against the restraints, having forgotten they were handcuffed. He begged again. "I want your mouth around me!"
That did amazing things to her body, and she groaned softly, before licking the tip of his cock and slowly sliding her mouth down around him. She still moved torturously slow, savoring the moment. He was so hot like this.
Scott's hips bucked and his whimpering grew into a loud groan. "Yes...god. Emma I love you. Please....please.."
She was nearly to the point where she couldn’t stand waiting, either. Every word he said made her want him more. She switched positions again, so she was straddling his hips, rubbing herself wantonly against him. “See how hot you make me, darling? I can’t stand to hear you suffer.” She slowly slid down onto him, closing her eyes as a moan escaped her lips.
“Ffff......”uck. Scott’s eyes rolled up. She was moving too slow, teasingly slow, and it was maddening. He desperately needed to feel himself buried inside Emma. “Faster...!”
She moved a little faster, but still not really fast. “Is this what you want, darling?” Her voice was high and strained as well. It was hard to go slow, she wanted to take him hard and fast right that second, but the game was too fun to abandon just yet.
Scott kept his eyes closed, trying to think at all, let alone how to respond to her teasing. He gasped out and groaned, “No..just like that.” It would drive Emma as much crazy as him.
She didn’t like him metagaming. It was very bad. But she was willing to bet she could withstand more of this kind of torment than him. So she kept moving at that slow, steady pace. She groaned each time she enveloped him, grinding down just a little bit to punctuate each nadir of the circle she was making with her hips.
It was just slow enough to make the build up maddening, and he started to writhe beneath Emma in a frenzy, his voice becoming higher pitched and needy.
His movement and those noises were too much for Emma. As a mercy to both of them, she began to move faster on him, groaning louder as the delayed gratification made every movement more intense, more wonderful. She felt tight and hot, and knew that she wouldn’t last long at all. She just hoped Scott was in the same shape, she didn’t want to stop and leave him hanging.
Scott was afraid that he was going to go first, and that just wouldn't do. He always needed Emma to come first, and even now it wasn't an exception. He bucked wildly, and cried out.
She couldn’t help herself as he began to buck under her. She moaned loudly as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her senses, engulfing her mind and stilling her body. All she could really do was prop herself up and enjoy every second of it. Her expression was ecstatic. She loved the things Scott did to her body.
“Emma...” Scott groaned her name. He gasped out his love for her, and shuddered with the pleasure that she was giving him. If he could have wrapped his arms around her he would have, but he couldn’t and it made his orgasm a thousand times more intense. Panting for breath, he nuzzled her hips with his own.
Emma stretched out on top of Scott, sprawling across the length of his body. “So, was it good for you, darling?” Her voice was deep and satisfied. She rested her head on his chest, relaxing after so much hard work.
"That was amazing. Emma. You're just amazing." Scott sounded a little punch drunk.
She chuckled. “I enjoyed it.” She slid up his body and kissed him. It was a slow, lingering kiss. “I love you, Scott.”
"Marry me?" He joked, his lips nuzzling hers.
She laughed. “Hmmmm, I don’t know.” She stroked his face softly. “Though did always hope my husband would be kinky and amazing in bed.”
"Just wait until i can feel my legs." Scott's tone was serious.
“Oh, I am.” Emma was equally serious. “I’m hoping to wear you out enough to keep you home from work tomorrow. So I can keep wearing you out.”
“Fine, twist my arm, I’ll call in,” Scott replied, testing the rope again and starting to laugh.
Emma laughed and nipped at his shoulder, untying the ropes. “Good. One day off won’t kill you.” She slid off of him and stood, wobbling until her knees worked again. “We’ll have to play with that a little more.”
Scott sat up and pulled Emma back. "Next time you'll be the one in trouble."
Emma laughed and sat back on the bed, kissing Scot eagerly. “I can’t wait.”