Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-06 07:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), scott summers (cyclops) |
Who: Emma and Scott Summers
What: honeymooning, with a wardrobe malfunction
When: 4/1
Where: Paris, France
Warnings: Handwavey sex and mild language, discussion of pregnancy stuff
Status: complete
Emma smirked as she led Scott back to the bedroom. On top of giving them the townhouse for the week, her father hired a cook for them. Paris was beautiful, but it was nice to come home and have a private dinner together. Especially since she had plans for this evening that did not need to include a cab ride or a walk.
She had the gorgeous, phenomenally expensive lingerie from the dreams on under her dress, and she couldn’t wait to see Scott’s face when he saw it.
Scott was having a good time. The flight had been easy, and the destination sublime. He hadn’t been to France since before he and his previous Emmagirlfriend had broken up. It seemed so long ago he couldn’t be bothered to remember her name.
They’d get to see more of the city later. She wanted to look around a lot more. Tonight she was going to spend all her energy on seducing her husband. She led him to the master bedroom, which was illuminated only by the glow of the setting sun through the balcony doors. “I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much during this trip, love.”
He let himself get pulled in. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead, until then I’m going to follow you wherever you lead.” I love you, he thought in her direction, feasting with his eyes, and she was still just in her dress.
She picked the thought up and turn to him. She cupped his face in one hand, and kissed him with slow, steady passion. I love you too, and I’m going to spend every day for the rest of my life trying to show you how much.
It was enough to make Scott get emotional. He wrapped his arms around Emma, kissing her ferociously. I’m going to be the best husband and father you could possibly hope for!
Her hands stroked his neck and shoulders. She was going to have a hard time going slow enough to savor this. “We’re going to have an incredible family together.” She said, a little breathlessly. “The way we work we’ll have thirty children before we simply die of exhaustion.”
Scott grinned. “Lets try to pace them out, my love. Get a year or two between each one.” He’d always wanted an absolutely huge family. He’d never gotten it. Not the way he’d wanted.
Emma laughed. “Oh, if you insist.” She slid her hands between them, unbuttoning Scott’s shirt. “It’s going to be interesting adjusting to all these new things at once. Think you’ll be happy staying at home a little more to look after the baby?”
“Yes. More than happy.” He didn’t want to give up his work, not entirely. It was too important. But he’d be willing to stay at home a lot more. “It’s not like I couldn’t bring him to work, either.”
“Him?” Emma asked with a laugh. “That’s true, and I could do the same.” She stroked her hands over his chest. “We only have two modes when we’re alone with each other. We’re either having sex or making plans.”
“Or her.” He was kind of hoping for a boy. A girl felt almost like...replacing Rachel, and he didn’t want that. “Or both.”
She kissed the underside of his chin. “Just remember our deal. I’m certain I can make a device that will switch our bodies.” It wasn’t an idle boast. She had a few ideas for machines that would enhance or effect telepathic abilities kicking around in her head at the moment. “
"I'm willing," and he even sounded mostly serious. But he was so distracted by the smell of her hair and the smoothness of her skin.
Emma put the devices out of her mind for the moment, and focused on Scott again. Her hands traced over his back, exploring him as though she didn’t know every inch of his body. “When I think about our time together I still can’t believe how perfectly we fit together, how easily we work as a unit.”
“Physically, and mentally,” he replied, cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her lightly and longingly. “Two pieces of the whole.”
A hand slipped down to her stomach. “And a third piece.”
She shivered at that touch. “We are amazing together, and this child will be loved and cared for like no other child has ever been before.” She slid her hands between them and undid Scott’s pants. “All all its brothers and sisters as well.”
He laughed. “I was only half-serious about that idea, Emma.” Scott nibbled at her jaw. “I love you...I love all of you.”
“Darling, you’re half-serious about everything. I can’t even keep up anymore. We’ll have as many children as we can manage, whatever that number actually is.” She closed her eyes and savored the nibbles. “I love you too. I love to plan things with you, I love the expression you make when you’re lost in thought, the way you look at me when I’m teasing you. I’m so grateful to have you in my life, to be by your side in all the madness we’ll face in the coming years, both as a couple and a family.”
Her words and tone were making him almost a little wibbly. Okay a lot wibbly, and emotional. His arms tightened around Emma and he pressed his lips against her throat. He loved that he could share his thoughts with her, and his emotions, without having to say a word. He could just broadcast it and it would be in her head, and in her heart. So he did that, just then.
She held him, relishing the mental contact. It was more intimate than anything they could do with each other physically. She showed him her love as well, holding him close. She sniffled a little, despite herself. “We’re both too sentimental for our own good.” She said with a laugh, before wiping her eyes.
Scott’s smile was pleasant and happy. “I don’t mind. We never had enough sentimental moments, in that other place. I like to make up for lost opportunities.”
“Now if we can just go a few months without a major crisis I’d be very grateful.” She slid her hands down his hips. “Now get in the bed, I have a surprise for you, and I want you to be able to see it without being distracted.”
He held up his hands as if to appease her, and sat on the bed, scooting out of his clothing as he did so. He couldn’t tear his eyes from Emma. He could barely believe they were married.
Emma smirked at him. Finally, the moment she’d been waiting for since this little number came to her. She undid the zipper of her dress and let it slide down her body, pooling at her feet. Instead of the glorious diamond lingerie, she was wearing a red vinyl bra and red lacy panties. She looked down in shock. “Dammit.”
Scott sat up, raising his eyebrows, and grinning at her. “What is it?” Something seemed wrong, and he wasn’t sure what, but that outfit definitely wasn’t Emma.
“Oh, just a reminder not to plan things out in so much detail.” She shed the unwanted underwear, which of course turned back into the ridiculously expensive lingerie as soon as it hit the floor. She made an irritated face and nudged them against the wall. “Apparently something is going on, but I’m not going to worry about it.” She strode over to the bed, sliding in next to Scott.
Scott looked at the underwear and made a disappointed sound. “Can you at least give me a mental picture of what you looked like in that?” He slid his arms around Emma and nuzzled her neck, kissing her, and then nibbling at her jaw.
“That I can do.” Emma said with a laugh, stroking his face softly. She concentrated on the memory of wiggling into that thing, showing Scott what it looked like from every angle. Her hand slid down his side as she shared the mental image with him.
“Oh .....” Scott closed his eyes, drinking in the way she looked, and let his hands roam to all the places he loved to touch her. His hips jerked at the touch of Emma’s fingers. “You’re beautiful. You know that?”
The best part about the mental image was the fact it was in color. She hadn’t considered that before. “Thank you. You’re gorgeous without all the extras.” She kissed him softly, groping his butt playfully.
He laughed and pulled her on top of him. “Show me you, with your eyes.” He wanted to see more of her in full color. He didn’t really complain about it but the constant vision in red was starting to wear on him.
“Why don’t I show you with yours, instead?” Emma focused, using his perception to determine what he was looking at, and she filled in the colors. “It’s getting dark, we’ll be on equal ground, soon.” She wouldn’t mind being confined to her other four senses. She stroked his hip softly.
Scott blinked. Did this mean that Emma wouldn’t be able to see? He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. “Emma...” He swallowed. “I packed the inhibitor. We can’t use it for long, but...”
Emma pressed her lips together. “I don’t want you to use anything that’ll hurt you. I know you want to see the world as it is, but I’d feel wrong making you use that thing.” It scared her a little. “I won’t risk losing you again for something like that.” She reached over to turn on the bedside lamp instead. She could keep concentrating on showing him things in color while having sex.
“Emma, if It’s only on for an hour or so, it won’t cause any harm.” He could promise her that much. “It’s our honeymoon. Let me have this, please.” Her diamond form could absorb his beams, but he wasn’t sure they could have sex like that.
Emma sighed. She didn’t want to say no to Scott, not about something like this. The collar really bothered her. “Just this one time. I don’t want you to get used to using it.” She wiggled off of him, so he could go get the collar. “I’ll have to get you something more meaningful to take its place when we’re alone.”
A few moments later, Scott had the collar on, and was back in the bed with Emma. He pulled her back on top of him and set his glasses aside. He looked at her, drinking her in, his headache gone. “You’re so beautiful.....”
“You are too.” She couldn’t help but smile. This time she knew enough to enjoy looking into his eyes. “I love you, Scott.” She sat up, so she was straddling him, to give him a good view of her body. If he wanted to look at her, she’d give him something to look at. Her hips moved slowly as she rubbed against him. It was just to tease him, for now.
Scott tilted his head back for a moment, before looking at her again. He wanted to enjoy her. The look of her, the way their bodies moved together. Her skin was such a perfect specimen that he touched her reverently, then looked into her eyes. He’d enjoyed it during Christmas, and he was enjoying it now.
Emma smirked, stroking his face softly. “I’m going to give you a show worth remembering.” Her voice was low and a little rough. She looked at the clock and made sure to give Scott something worth seeing for every last second of that hour.
As he caught his breath, Scott pulled his glasses on, and removed the collar like he’d promised. It was disappointing to see her cast in red again, but he had a memory for a life time. Scott pulled Emma down against him, kissing her searingly.
She returned his kiss with the same intensity, her body tired and aching, but in a very pleasant way. She didn’t ever want this night to end. She broke the kiss for air, and settled on top of him, panting and smiling. “It will be strange adjusting to accommodate the baby in a few months.”
“I look forward to it. We have that crib...And technically, I did make it myself.” Scott grinned, though it faltered a little bit. Kurt had told him he’d dreamed about Hope’s return. There was a lot of guilt associated with that whole event.
Emma laughed a little. “I meant before that. Don’t think I’m going to lose all my sex drive, I’ve heard that it actually increases during certain portions of pregnancy.” She felt his guilt, but she didn’t know what caused it, and she didn’t want to let it spoil their good time together. There would be time for morose conversations about things later.
“Good, because I’m going to want you more and more the more pregnant I get.” He grinned at her. “There’s something incredibly hot about it.”
She smirked at him. “I don’t imagine I’m going to get much work done once the school year is out.” She was in no rush to take over Frost Enterprises, it would still be there when she had the baby.
“No, you’re not. I don’t imagine you’ll escape the bedroom that much once the school year is out.” Scott nuzzled his face into her chest, and kissed it lightly.
Emma shivered and laughed. “Mmmmm, I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you in the bedroom for a few months.” She stroked his hair, then tugged him up gently for a kiss.
“I can’t say how much...” Scott trailed off, finishing his sentence with his lips.
They finished the conversation with their bodies. It was a good beginning to their first vacation as a family.