OOC Fic
Who: Emma/Scott
When: AXM #1
Where: Bedroom at the Mansion
Rating: PG13 - Kinky without being explicit and no nudity
"You are kidding me, right? I mean, this has got to be a joke,' Emma snarled, her upper lip curling to reveal perfectly even teeth that were pearly white against her golden tan and ruby lipstick. The pointed toe of her boots rested not merely against the curve of his but partially atop the rounded toe. But despite the closeness, she had yet to touch him with anything more than her physical form. Resorting to her telepathy would be cheating.
"If I was joking, Emma, I would be smiling. Wouldn't I?" Despite the lack of a smile, there was a lot of amusement in Scott's tones and though she couldn't see his eyes, Emma knew by the angle of her own warped reflection that he was looking directly at her.
"Smile or not, you are kidding yourself if you think I'm going to let you spank me like an errant child." Giving him a snort, Emma turned fast enough that her cape slapped at his legs as she head for the door. She barely made it two steps before his hand was around her bicep like a steel vise, yanking her back towards the bed.
"I have tried for a long time now to make you understand that we are a partnership, Emma. You and I. Together. Your little stunt with the Danger Room programming at the welcoming event was not only uncalled for but dangerous to boot and, at the very least, you could have run it by me and pleaded your case. Instead you acted as a spoiled child so you'll be treated like one." Before she could object, Scott dropped down onto the bed and yanked once more on her arm. Off balanced on her heels, Emma fell the way her lover directed her so that she ended up laying on her stomach across his lap.
"Scott Summers! Let me up right this minute,' she growled, struggling even as her cape was flipped over her head, muffling her outraged shriek.
"Count them,' he commanded, hand coming down sharply against one asscheek. Silence followed the sound. "I said count them,' he repeated, slapping in the exact same spot.
"Two,' she growled from betwixt clenched teeth.
"No, that's one because you just started counting. Now, two,' he said, slapping the other cheek.
"Two,' Emma repeated, fingers digging into his thigh. "Daddy."
He paused, the smile that twitched his lips unseen by her. "Now you're just being kinky, Emma."
Wriggling her ass, she purred out the word three with the next smack. "I've only just begun,' she vowed before giggling. "And that's three... Daddy."
When: AXM #1
Where: Bedroom at the Mansion
Rating: PG13 - Kinky without being explicit and no nudity
"You are kidding me, right? I mean, this has got to be a joke,' Emma snarled, her upper lip curling to reveal perfectly even teeth that were pearly white against her golden tan and ruby lipstick. The pointed toe of her boots rested not merely against the curve of his but partially atop the rounded toe. But despite the closeness, she had yet to touch him with anything more than her physical form. Resorting to her telepathy would be cheating.
"If I was joking, Emma, I would be smiling. Wouldn't I?" Despite the lack of a smile, there was a lot of amusement in Scott's tones and though she couldn't see his eyes, Emma knew by the angle of her own warped reflection that he was looking directly at her.
"Smile or not, you are kidding yourself if you think I'm going to let you spank me like an errant child." Giving him a snort, Emma turned fast enough that her cape slapped at his legs as she head for the door. She barely made it two steps before his hand was around her bicep like a steel vise, yanking her back towards the bed.
"I have tried for a long time now to make you understand that we are a partnership, Emma. You and I. Together. Your little stunt with the Danger Room programming at the welcoming event was not only uncalled for but dangerous to boot and, at the very least, you could have run it by me and pleaded your case. Instead you acted as a spoiled child so you'll be treated like one." Before she could object, Scott dropped down onto the bed and yanked once more on her arm. Off balanced on her heels, Emma fell the way her lover directed her so that she ended up laying on her stomach across his lap.
"Scott Summers! Let me up right this minute,' she growled, struggling even as her cape was flipped over her head, muffling her outraged shriek.
"Count them,' he commanded, hand coming down sharply against one asscheek. Silence followed the sound. "I said count them,' he repeated, slapping in the exact same spot.
"Two,' she growled from betwixt clenched teeth.
"No, that's one because you just started counting. Now, two,' he said, slapping the other cheek.
"Two,' Emma repeated, fingers digging into his thigh. "Daddy."
He paused, the smile that twitched his lips unseen by her. "Now you're just being kinky, Emma."
Wriggling her ass, she purred out the word three with the next smack. "I've only just begun,' she vowed before giggling. "And that's three... Daddy."