Carefully, she slid back so she was sitting up a bit further, her hand resting only with the tips of her fingers on his knee. She wanted to be closer to eye-to-eye level. Her nails dug gently into the toned skin and muscle around his kneecap, testing a bit to see the sensitivity of the spot. The blonde's eyes looked deeply into Piotr's and she finally spoke again. "You are an amazing man, Colossus. You deserve to be in amazing company. The company that your dear friend Brian so desperately seeks." Her eyes twinkled. "I haven't spoken with him. The Hellfire Club is different now. Our Inner Circle has such honesty and steadfastness - far less secrecy and restraint than ever before. And when I considered choosing a White Knight for myself, it was you who came to mind. Someone who would never do something that was against his character - no matter who requested it of him." Her fingers drew back and then tapped down in a repeated, drumming manner against his knee before she sat up completely, breaking the connection. "A White Knight, in shining armor..." a proud, ironic smile appeared here, and she stood, "serving under a White Queen." Her arm extended and her palm touched against his cheek while her fingertips tickled at his earlobe, and Emma leaned forward until her nose was almost touching Piotr's. "You would never go unappreciated by my side." Finally, she kissed him delicately, and with a quivering lust that even she couldn't hide. Her tongue darted out and roved sensuously over his thick lips before she angled her head and made a more pure connection of it.
Damn it. Why did she let herself get so worked up this way? He was just some over-sized virgin. Her legs came to straddle on either side of his left thigh and Emma eased herself down so she was 'sitting' atop him. Whether she'd pissed him off or not, he was still hard as a rock, and her free, left hand moved down to brush the tip of his erection. Underneath her swimsuit, she suddenly felt more moist than the sauna was responsible for.