[When everyone else was suitably inebriated and distracted, Emma made her move. She grabbed Charles by the front of his shirt and pulled him into an alcove as her mouth connected with his for a heated kiss.]
[He supposed he saw that coming, but it was still somewhat of a surprise to be yanked quite emphatically into the alcove - more so when her lips crashed onto his]
Mm.. I believe I quite like when you're forward, darling.
Oh hey, no rush ;) I think we can assume it ended in further hawt sexy tiemsstonecoldfrostJanuary 1 2012, 00:12:56 UTC
[She smiled against his mouth as he became the aggressive one, taking the opportunity to let her hand slide down his back and give his ass a fond squeeze.]
Well, if you want to put it like that... Think we can make it to the next New Year without anyone becoming any the wiser?
But of course. seesintoyouJanuary 1 2012, 00:17:33 UTC
I think I'm quite up for trying.
[One hand moves down, sliding up her skirt and searching for whatever underthings she was wearing to slip off; leaving them as another prize gained by the teenage boys of the building]
[She stepped out of her panties, amused by the idea that sooner or later probably every teenage boy in the place would wind up with a pair the way she and Charles were going. Her hand worked it's way to the front of his pants, cupping him as she squeezed.]
[He grinned at that thought, wondering if he should pick them up after and start his own collection. Then her hand found him through his pants and he groaned, his own hands gripping her thighs under her skirt]
Darling, you're going to kill me. Or turn me into a rutting beast when we're trying for subtlety.
[She smiled again, pulling away just enough to look down as she undid his fly and slipped her hand inside. She really was eager to feel him again, to hold the weight of him in her hand. She kissed him once more, this one slower and more sensual.]
I'm sure we can find a compromise between passionate and subtle. We're the two best minds in the room. And practice makes perfect, after all.
[He sent her the groan of satisfaction to match the one he made as her hand found him. His lips moved along at the pace she set, his tongue sliding out to taste her, wine tinging her lips]
Emma, you're going to completely ruin me. Sadly, I can't seem to find the will to complain about it.
[She could taste the alcohol on his lips as well, shivering as his moan had her nearly gasping for breath. She held him closer against her, fingers running along his length.]
Good, because I'm really not about to apologise for it, darling. I don't regret a thing, Charles. Ruining you is the best thing I've ever done.
[His hips shifted towards her of their own volition during that teasing stroke. One hand under her skirt moved towards the inside of her thighs, finding that heat that he wanted to sink into with an aching need]
I adore that about you, you realize. Unapologetic for your sins; especially the ones that allow me to see you naked. I'm quite fond of those ones.
[She let her mouth slide along his jaw before seeking out his earlobe, biting down as her breathing came out in heated, shallow pants. She bit back a moan as she slowly lifted a leg so that her knee was up against his hip, tilting forward so that the tip of his cock teased against her folds.]
Why do you think I let you see me naked so often? It's always nice to see that hungry look in your eye. Charles Xavier is far from a saint, but I enjoy being the only one to know just how far from a saint you are.
[Her teeth at his ear mingled with that delicious panting stoked the fires higher. The leg lift and pelvic tip had them roaring, his cock nudging against her as he dropped his head onto her shoulder, shivers going down his back as he tried to keep from letting himself slide inside. Which he wanted. Very badly. A fact he made sure she was quite aware of]
Emma, I starve for you every day - more so when you put the feast within each reach. I would hardly ever equate myself to sainthood, darling. Especially with thoughts like the ones currently residing in my mind.
[She retaliated with sending him visuals of her naked. All the things she had done to him and still wanted to do. All the ways he was more than welcome to have her when they had much more privacy. It was all she could do not to just push herself down on his length, the teasing touches her undoing even if they were her choice. Emma Frost whimpered, her desire for him starting to make her vulnerable.]
And the fact that you have such delicious thoughts about me doesn't make it any easier. Leaving you to return to my own bed is becoming so much more torturous than I want to admit. It's almost worth the risk of everyone finding out just so that I at least get the whole night with you.
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Mm.. I believe I quite like when you're forward, darling.
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Lucky me since it's the only way I know how to be, dear.
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I think I'm the fortunate one here, Emma.
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Well, if you want to put it like that... Think we can make it to the next New Year without anyone becoming any the wiser?
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[One hand moves down, sliding up her skirt and searching for whatever underthings she was wearing to slip off; leaving them as another prize gained by the teenage boys of the building]
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You're certainly up for something, Charles.
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Darling, you're going to kill me. Or turn me into a rutting beast when we're trying for subtlety.
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I'm sure we can find a compromise between passionate and subtle. We're the two best minds in the room. And practice makes perfect, after all.
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Emma, you're going to completely ruin me. Sadly, I can't seem to find the will to complain about it.
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Good, because I'm really not about to apologise for it, darling. I don't regret a thing, Charles. Ruining you is the best thing I've ever done.
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I adore that about you, you realize. Unapologetic for your sins; especially the ones that allow me to see you naked. I'm quite fond of those ones.
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Why do you think I let you see me naked so often? It's always nice to see that hungry look in your eye. Charles Xavier is far from a saint, but I enjoy being the only one to know just how far from a saint you are.
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Emma, I starve for you every day - more so when you put the feast within each reach. I would hardly ever equate myself to sainthood, darling. Especially with thoughts like the ones currently residing in my mind.
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And the fact that you have such delicious thoughts about me doesn't make it any easier. Leaving you to return to my own bed is becoming so much more torturous than I want to admit. It's almost worth the risk of everyone finding out just so that I at least get the whole night with you.
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