She purred against his lips before arching her back again and working on bringing them both to climax. "Here's hoping your tongue's as talented as your cock."
She clawed at the ground next to his head, her body finally exploding as she cried out and shuddered on top of him. Her inner muscles clamped down tight around his cock, keeping him deep inside.
Emma rode him out through the aftershocks, revelling in the feel of him coming inside her. She lowered herself back against his body, hand rubbing against his chest before she kissed him deeply. "Did I mention it was a pleasure to meet you, dear?"
[There's never enough time these days. There's always someone who needs something, always a student to tend to, a city to save, an aggravating bit of paperwork that somehow demands a million signatures. So a moment of peace, a moment of privacy, was a blessing. And a blessing often turned into their lips crashing together.
And, this time, just far enough out on the grounds that they were unlikely to run into anyone, kissing had turned into something more.
Some part of his mind is worried about her back, pressed against the rough bark of the tree. Most, however, is focused on the fact that he'd almost forgotten how warm and tight she always is, how good the sweat on her neck tastes, how dizzyingly close to the edge things already feel.]
[She wanted to go on a rampage. She wanted to scream at the next person that tried to get between the time she needed with Scott to keep her balanced. She wanted to turn them all into vegetables so that there was no one to bother them.
But she didn't.
She just joined Scott for these precious moments no matter what it meant for her white outfit, or her back. Fingers curled around his neck as she moaned into his mouth with a deep kiss, her leg still hitched up against his hip.
He always had fit her so perfectly, and she was relieved to find out that hadn't inextricably changed in the absence of alone time.]
*cough* did someone say hatesex? 1, because rng is boring.frosty_flakeDecember 24 2011, 02:13:20 UTC
This was a trap. It had to be. Clearly, he'd lost his mind and Emma was taking full advantage of that. Wouldn't be the first time.
Still, Bobby tried not to think about it too much as he pushed Emma onto the bed and dropped down atop her, their mouths barely even parting from what could only charitably be called a kiss. It was too harsh, too brutal and artless to really be intimate, but that was another thing Bobby couldn't quite bring himself to care about. Maybe later, assuming Emma didn't turn him into a vegetable. Just not right now.
Can I just say ilu?stonecoldfrostDecember 24 2011, 22:30:47 UTC
How little faith he had in her. Taking over his mind and body once didn't mean she'd do it every single time. Not when his own mind seemed to come up with such interesting things.
But it was true. Nothing about this was about romance, about intimacy. She pulled up the back of his shirt and raked her nails down his spine as her hips lifted off the bed to grind against his.
Aww, of course! ilu2, bb <3 These two are my favorite almost-but-not-quite-canon otp. :)frosty_flakeDecember 25 2011, 01:31:53 UTC
Well, yeah, but Bobby had trust issues. In that he trusted everyone way too easily despite the fact that doing so never, ever ended well for him. After days of sharing a body with Emma and then months of residual psychic trauma after that, Bobby felt he had a right to be paranoid.
Not that this in any way explained what he was doing now.
His hands skirted down her sides to grasp her hips, helping her stay flush against him as he rolled his own hips against her. The friction made him tip his head back and groan for a second before dropping back down for another searing kiss, letting go of her hips only to grab her wrists and pin them against the mattress, over her head. It was mostly for show and they both knew that; she could easily shift into her diamond form and overpower him. But if this was really happening, if they were really doing this, then a little imagination couldn't hurt.
It was nice to see Bobby on a list of Emma's boys lol. So it's nice to have one for her ownstonecoldfrostDecember 25 2011, 01:40:08 UTC
Emma's lips curled at the act of trying to stay dominant. She really could shift into her diamond form if she wanted to. Then his concerns over her messing with his mind would be allayed as well. He'd have nothing to fear since her telepathy didn't work in that form.
But fucking diamond wasn't going to be comfortable even if she had a strange, stray thought over whether things would work between diamond and ice. Then again, she'd always been one for kinks.
Her leg hitched higher against his hip, stiletto heel pressing into the back of his thigh. She pushed her chest up against his, her nipples already hard and aching against the thin fabric of her top and bra.
Heh. Well, as much as she terrifies him, Bobby says she's welcome to come play anytime. :Pfrosty_flakeDecember 25 2011, 02:14:27 UTC
Bobby gasped despite himself upon feeling her heel digging into his skin. She wanted him. For whatever reason, even if it was just to throw it back in his face later, Emma fucking Frost actually wanted him. Him. It was almost too much to even consider. So he didn't, and instead chose to concentrate on what was happening moment by moment.
He felt her nipples peak against him and he felt a bizarre surge of pride; that was for him, he was the one drawing that reaction out of her. Sure, maybe it was just because bodies were stupid and didn't care who was making them feel good, but still, it had to count for something, right
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He doesn't terrify her, but as insulting as he can be he's always welcome to come bother her toostonecoldfrostDecember 25 2011, 02:28:08 UTC
People always seemed surprised when she wanted them. She knew she was a bitch. She knew she had superior tastes. She knew she always seemed very picky with whom she shared a bed. There was no great secret as far as she was concerned though. She liked a man that challenged her mind and body.
Bobby fitted both whether he wanted to believe it or not. She hadn't spent time in his mind just because she hated him. Another press of her heel as her smile grew, taking on a wicked curve.
Her mind nudged at his just enough to catch the thought about stockings, and then she closed it off. Best she didn't push her luck while he was still willing to be between her thighs. She filed away the little fetish and was already making plans for how to exploit it.
The dampness was already growing as he increased the friction. She pulled back from the kiss only to catch his lip between her teeth and tug, a needy moan escaping as she lifted her hips for more.
Yay, play date!frosty_flakeDecember 25 2011, 02:50:07 UTC
Christ. She was going to kill him. Bobby could already tell. If she didn't do it consciously, then he was going to keel over of a heart attack soon. Granted, there were far worse ways to die than while having sex with Emma Frost, but he wasn't ready to die anyway, thanks.
He lowered his head, thankful for her thin top and the lacy bra underneath that did nothing to hide her hard, prominent nipples, allowing him to easily find one and suck it between his teeth, fabric and all. He bit down just hard enough for her to feel it, while his hand pressed harder against her, rubbing hard enough that he could feel the outline of her clit behind her panties.
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And, this time, just far enough out on the grounds that they were unlikely to run into anyone, kissing had turned into something more.
Some part of his mind is worried about her back, pressed against the rough bark of the tree. Most, however, is focused on the fact that he'd almost forgotten how warm and tight she always is, how good the sweat on her neck tastes, how dizzyingly close to the edge things already feel.]
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But she didn't.
She just joined Scott for these precious moments no matter what it meant for her white outfit, or her back. Fingers curled around his neck as she moaned into his mouth with a deep kiss, her leg still hitched up against his hip.
He always had fit her so perfectly, and she was relieved to find out that hadn't inextricably changed in the absence of alone time.]
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Still, Bobby tried not to think about it too much as he pushed Emma onto the bed and dropped down atop her, their mouths barely even parting from what could only charitably be called a kiss. It was too harsh, too brutal and artless to really be intimate, but that was another thing Bobby couldn't quite bring himself to care about. Maybe later, assuming Emma didn't turn him into a vegetable. Just not right now.
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But it was true. Nothing about this was about romance, about intimacy. She pulled up the back of his shirt and raked her nails down his spine as her hips lifted off the bed to grind against his.
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Not that this in any way explained what he was doing now.
His hands skirted down her sides to grasp her hips, helping her stay flush against him as he rolled his own hips against her. The friction made him tip his head back and groan for a second before dropping back down for another searing kiss, letting go of her hips only to grab her wrists and pin them against the mattress, over her head. It was mostly for show and they both knew that; she could easily shift into her diamond form and overpower him. But if this was really happening, if they were really doing this, then a little imagination couldn't hurt.
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But fucking diamond wasn't going to be comfortable even if she had a strange, stray thought over whether things would work between diamond and ice. Then again, she'd always been one for kinks.
Her leg hitched higher against his hip, stiletto heel pressing into the back of his thigh. She pushed her chest up against his, her nipples already hard and aching against the thin fabric of her top and bra.
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He felt her nipples peak against him and he felt a bizarre surge of pride; that was for him, he was the one drawing that reaction out of her. Sure, maybe it was just because bodies were stupid and didn't care who was making them feel good, but still, it had to count for something, right ( ... )
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Bobby fitted both whether he wanted to believe it or not. She hadn't spent time in his mind just because she hated him. Another press of her heel as her smile grew, taking on a wicked curve.
Her mind nudged at his just enough to catch the thought about stockings, and then she closed it off. Best she didn't push her luck while he was still willing to be between her thighs. She filed away the little fetish and was already making plans for how to exploit it.
The dampness was already growing as he increased the friction. She pulled back from the kiss only to catch his lip between her teeth and tug, a needy moan escaping as she lifted her hips for more.
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He lowered his head, thankful for her thin top and the lacy bra underneath that did nothing to hide her hard, prominent nipples, allowing him to easily find one and suck it between his teeth, fabric and all. He bit down just hard enough for her to feel it, while his hand pressed harder against her, rubbing hard enough that he could feel the outline of her clit behind her panties.
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