Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in wihh_logs,
One minute Emma had been sleeping and the next there was a man between her legs. She was stunned for a moment, staring up at him wide-eyed. Then she screamed and shoved him off. He hit his head on the side board, and Emma reached for her chair, only to see that it was across the room.
The room that was not hers. The room that was littered with signs of habitation: heels, a pair of silk panties, and a jumbled of clothing that belonged to both genders. She grabbed something heavy off the side table, watching the man with a wary eye. "What in the world is going on?"
The sound of running came from the floor above them, and Emma counted three pairs of feet, but they were oddly light. That was strange.
She was about to speak when a small, shiny boulder and two boys burst in. "Mom? Dad?"