Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in wihh_logs, @ 2008-11-03 08:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma frost, scott summers |
Who: Scott and Emma
What: Meeting again
Where: Emma's office, apartment
When: Nov. 1
Warnings: sex, Tl;dr
Scott was slowly approaching Emma's door, his shields just barely leaking mental energy. He was curious, very curious, how she would react. It had taken him a long time to get here, and he really wanted to see her.
He walked through the halls, dressed in a deep maroon suit, a well-cut form fitting suit, and red suade shoes.
And then he raised his hand and was about to knock...
Emma was sitting in her office, the bottle of emergency scotch down to half empty. She had no idea what to do about anything, really. A whole new corporation was a daunting idea. She'd be fine, she knew, but in the meantime it was difficult to get through her day.
Then she sat up, realizing that whatever was coming had come. She stood and went to the door, wondering if she should open it now or wait.
It was probably Sebastian, coming to catch her off guard; which he had succeeded at, thanks to the emergency scotch. She swore and opened to door. Better to go standing up than cowering like a child. When she saw Scott she gasped, dumbfounded for a moment. "Oh my Lord. . ."
"Well, not quite, but you have gasped worse. Hello, Emma... surprise?"
He opened his arms.
She looked so beautiful, and he just wanted to hold her forever.
She didn't hesitate for a moment, but threw herself into his arms, and kissed him deeply, touching him desperately, trying to convince herself he was real, and really here.
He hugged her close and kissed her, snuggling her into his arms as he stepped in and closed the door behind him, setting his back to it and pulling her hard against him.
When the long kiss ended, he grinned at her.
"I missed you too."
His mind was wide open to her, showing her the events of the last two weeks, with his amnesia and wandering, and his eventual waking up and finding her; his love for her shone bright, as always edged by lust.
She sighed and snuggled into him, her mind open to him as well. How lost she'd been, how lonely. Even the previous night and its hatefulness were open to him. If he was going to take her back, she wanted him to know what he was getting into.
"I thought I'd never see you again." Her voice, usually so cold and distant, was thick with emotion.
He hugged her tight and kissed her, his mind accepting all of that.
"I missed you, and wasn't sure you were here until my mind started healing enough to feel you."
He kissed her again and stroked her face.
"Gotta do something about your anger, dear love. Another day, together."
He grinned as he pulled her tight against him again.
"For now, I really want to talk and walk and make love to you."
"I approve of all those things, darling."
She kissed him again, and looked up at him. "I felt you at first, but then all I had was a headache. I was sure I'd imagined it, to ease the guilt of sleeping with Shaw."
She stroked his body, and kissed him again. "I would love all of those things. I missed you so terribly, I felt as though I would die of sadness."
He smiled softly and kissed her, and hugged her tight.
"It's okay. We all do what we have to do."
He stroked her hair and her face and kept touching her.
"I missed you too, and I am glad I am back."
He pulled her up into his arms and eyed her desk.
"Hmmmm. Looks like it needs some breaking in."
Emma smirked. "It has, as of yet, not been party to any manner of fun naughtiness. I believe it is time for that to change."
She kissed him again, and then stepped back as she stripped him, eager to see every inch of him.
He smirked and let her strip him, then stripped her just as eagerly. His body was toned and almost shining with strength and a tan that was patchy.
"Oh, and I spent nearly two weeks in the desert of the Australian Outback... guess who is very fully charged...?"
Emma's eyes went wide, but she smirked, eying his visor. "Oh really? You'll need some kind of outlet for all of that energy."
She loved the feeling of his hands on her skin, and shivered as he touched her. "I suppose I volunteer."
He smirked, speaking softly words he would never have been able to say before anyone else..
"Good. Because I think I need to fuck the hell out of you, and I plan on not letting you out of this room until you can't sit down, and you walk funny all week."
And he kissed her and pushed her back onto the desk, carefully clearing it of things.
She groaned, smirking a little. "Mmm, that sounds delightful. I fully intend to drain you of all possible sexual reserves, and then take you some place nice and sunny and sunbathe naked until you recharge."
Her voice was low, and she positioned herself so she was accessible, her entire body begging for his touch. "I've wanted this for so long, darling."
He gently stroked her body, taking her in, his wonder and admiration for her and her body. His love for her was plain and vibrant in his mind.
"I love you."
And he thrust, sliding deep into her, groaning as she stretched around him.
Her mind answered in kind, even as a joyful groan escaped her throat.
She loved him more than anything else in the world, and would give everything she had to be with him as long as she could.
Scott groaned as he fucked her, driving into her in deep thrusts, glorying in her responses, in her touches, and caressing her body even as his cock slammed deep into her pussy and his smile was full of that intensity.
She groaned, loving every second of this.
You're so good, darling, so hard and hot inside of me. You fill me up with lust and love and I want to be with you forever.
Her body responded eagerly, more eagerly than it had to any other man she'd been with. He was the one who knew exactly how to please her.
He groaned as he kissed her and pounded into her.
I love you too, Emma, and I love fucking you, and I love loving you, and being in your life...
He ground into her.
"Fuck... so good...:"
She shivered and her body thrust up against his, loving how deep his cock could go, how hard he could thrust into her, and yet, there was a care behind his thrusts. Neither of them were just a convenient piece of meat to each other. His emotion and love for her, and the fact that she loved him in turn, was as much of a turn on as the physical aspect.
"Oh yes, Scott, mmmmm, so good."
She groaned as she felt her body building up to one hell of an orgasm.
He moaned as he drove into her, fucking her hard and deep, his cock spearing into her deep and hard with each thrust.
"You are the most amazing, nnngh, woman... of all..."
He ground into her and started an even heavier series of thrusts, angled to hit the exact right place inside her, stroking her right. He loved to watch her come.
She whimpered and moaned, and then came under his thrusts, hard and loud, her body shaking, squirting all over Scott's cock, until he was soaked to the knees.
She looked up at him, panting and smirking. "Aaaaah."
Wonderful as always, my love.
He kept fucking her, kissing her, and groaning.
"You are delightful, and sexy, and you make me feel like I could fuck you forever, and I know this... I want to love you forever..."
He leaned in and kissed her slowly and long.
She groaned, her eyes wide as he continued to thrust into her, her body's stimulation only enhancing the way her heart skipped when he spoke.
"I want that too. I want to be with you until I die."
The intensity in her voice was strong, and backed by all her will, all her want, all her love for him.
He cried out as he fucked her, harder and faster now, kissing her with that passion and his mind answered.
To death, and beyond...
Emma managed to get the rest of the day off, once she had finished welcoming Scott. She planned to take him back to her home, and make sure he got food, and water. She realized that pouncing on him and fucking his brains out probably hadn't been the safest thing to do, medically speaking.
She blushed a little, eying herself in the mirror in her desk drawer. She looked a mess.
He wrapped himself back up in his clothing and nodded.
"You look beautiful."
One hand touched her face, caressing.
"I'm ready to go when you are."
She leaned into his touch, nodding.
"It's not far to my apartment. I'm sorry about the state of your remaining clothing.
No matter how messy she was, he was ten times worse.
She wrapped her arm around him and left, disregarding the looks of her underlings.
There was frantic whispering in her wake.
Emma grumbled a little in her head. Perhaps we will downsize soon. . .
He followed.
He grinned at her comment, happy.
Now, now... maybe start a new office in Antarctica, and send them there.
Hmmm, experimental research department. I like it.
She smirked, walking down the street toward her apartment. It was close enough to walk.
Are you sure you don't need to see a doctor?
"No. I ran into Doctor Banner on the way in. He gave me a checkup."
He chuckled.
"Other than bored, he seems a lot happier here."
"Good."
She nodded to her doorman, who blinked at her.
"Are you alright, Miss Frost?"
"Quite well. Thank you."
Her tone was sharp. He nodded, and went back to what he'd been doing. Emma led Scott to the elevator, leaning on him when the door closed. "I didn't think I'd be quite this sore coming back."
There was a great deal of smugness in her voice as she said that.
He smirked.
"We shall have to make sure to work on your... readiness."
He winked at her.
"Practice makes perfect..."
Practice sex, practice anal sex, practice oral sex...
"I forgot how hard you are when it comes to training."
She smirked a lot, leading him to her apartment. She hadn't bothered with the penthouse, not needing much room. Her apartment was oddly sterile, and a strange beige color.
She rarely saw it, she kept herself so busy.
He blushed and grinned.
"I like to give it my all, and get in depth."
He glanced around and hesitated.
"Looks like you have been busy."
"Oh, very."
She sighed. "Though I'll gladly reprioritize; the manner in which I was deposited didn't give me much to keep my mind off of the things I had lost, so I compensated by working as much as possible."
. . .And being evil to Shaw.
He hugged her and kissed her.
"How can I help? I have some experience in organizing and business, though not nearly as much as you, of course."
He smiled.
"I doubt they need the X-Men here. And I am glad of it."
"No. There is no need, really."
She kissed him back, enjoying how well her body fit against his.
"I can teach you. Start you out with a small non-profit, keep moving you up. I have all of Shaw's holding, which I would be happy to give to you when you think you can run it."
He blushed.
"If you are sure. I want to help, and to do good things."
He kissed her and snuggled close.
She stroked his back and neck, kissing him softly. "You'll do wonderfully, darling. I have endless faith in you."
She led him to her bedroom, which was mostly empty, save for her bed, which was large, as normal.
Scott smiled.
"I love you."
He grinned at her bed and stroked her ass.
"Hmmm. What's first?"
His eyes sparkled.
She smiled brightly at him. "I love you too, Scott."
His touch made her sigh, and she grinned at him. "Oh, I think we both require a shower, and you need more clothing. Also, I need to replenish my stores. I haven't brought anyone else here."
She just went where ever they wanted to go.
He grinned.
"I suppose so... then we can come back and... initiate the place."
Lust filled his eyes and mind.
She smirked, and nodded.
"Yes. That does sound like a plan."
She took off her jacket and changed into a more comfortable shirt. "Would you like to eat while we're out?"
Scott nodded.
"Yes, please. I came right to you this morning."
A two hour flight and a cab ride.
"Alright, then. Lunch, and then clothing shopping."
She took his hand, leading him back out. "What happened to your Godbox?"
"Lost in the Australian Desert."
"Hmmm. You should ask her for another one once you're settled in for the night."
She led him down to the garage, and slid into the driver's seat.
He blushed and nodded.
"Sounds like a plan. After I wear you out..."
He followed and settled in gladly.
She laughed and started the car, speeding off for a nearby fast food shop. Getting him fed was important enough that she would sacrifice quality for one meal.
He smirked and ordered a big meal, then settled back to eat as they continued.
What sort of business do you do here in this world?
I started investing, then decided that I was bored with it, and acquired a company, buying out the previous owner. The companies all do different things, but my main function is keeping Frost Enterprises growing.
She ordered water and a chicken sandwich. It was an interesting texture. I don't think this ever saw a chicken, much less came from one.
Sounds like you are doing well, love. No schools?
He laughed and almost choked.
Food, come from what it is supposed to? What?
She shook her head. I realized that I was in no shape to care for children at the time, and didn't have the money, at any rate.
She sighed, trying not to laugh. How did you survive this long?
"Will power."
He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow, eyes bright behind the shades.
She smirked, laughing again, but mentally this time.
Of course, darling. Are you done ingesting questionable meat?
He snerked.
I am. And I am in your hands...utterly
Mmmmm.
She stood, dumping the garbage. "So, where would you like to go for clothing? The parallels between this world and our original one are astonishing."
"A local shop is fine. I have my cards still,. so apparently the accounts are still active."
He shook his head.
"How weird that we come to a whole new world to find a new peace."
"They can't all be horrific and controlled by megalomaniacs."
She shrugged. "Even the House of M wasn't terrible, if it had been real."
She was pretty sure this place was real. "There's a clothing store down the street that might suit you. You'll need a heavy jacket. Too bad we're not in San Francisco anymore."
She'd enjoyed the California weather.
He chuckled and nodded.
"Good. Well, if you like, we could go there. Why not?"
He grinned at her.
"As long as we don't have to wear the clothing we did to arrive there."
Emma snickered, and led him into the clothing store. It sold sturdy clothing, more functional than pretty.
She'd follow along and make sure he didn't get anything that was a hideous color.
"I don't know, if anyone can pull off the Saturday Night Fever look in this time and place, I would assume it would be you."
Scott face palmed and gravitated toward reds, blacks and dark browns.
He knew what he liked and quickly had quite a few outfits picked out, as well as soft shoes, slippers, and boots, as well as a winter jacket.
He also found a pair of underwear for home wear that would show off his assets.
Emma blinked at some of the choices, but didn't say anything. Well, most of the time.
One shirt was just too bright to be tolerated. She did manage to find one that was the same color in a dark grey, which would look nice on him as well.
She eyed her own clothing, white and powder blue, and laughed a little. We seem to limit our colors choices quite a bit, darling
He chuckled.
True. I think most people do unless they are poor, or in a hurry.
He finally had all he needed, including underwear, and nodded to her.
"I think that is everything for now."
She eyed her own clothing, white and powder blue, and laughed a little. We seem to limit our colors choices quite a bit, darling
He laughed.
"Yes, we do, but maybe that is okay. We are who we are, after all."
He kissed her, stroking her face.
She nodded. "Llet's go home, drop the things off, and get you settled. I think a night in will be good for you."
Her hands stroked over his body. "I missed you so much, Scott."
He blushed and nodded.
"I missed you too, love."
And away they went.