[It was almost shameful how quickly he could have her riled up, writhing under him as she bit back pleas for more. Each and every spot he touched was rewarded with a moan or a shudder, her fingers curling around his arm as she exhaled in bliss.
She sat up a little, curling around him as she pressed an open mouth kiss to his shoulder before sucking on the skin and then biting down.] Guess you're just rubbing off on me.
It loves them as much as we do!stonecoldfrostNovember 8 2011, 17:56:40 UTC
[She can't help but let out a surprised laughed of her own, after all she's not the type to squeal. Her hands curl around his arms as she turns her head to catch a glimpse of her attacker.]
Perhaps you're right, but at least it hasn't deterred you from moments like this all the same, kitten.
8 - possible rescue scenario?ihearyouthinkNovember 8 2011, 21:45:39 UTC
[Charles shivered under a thin blanket. He really didn't feel well, he had been ill for a few days now. But the people holding him hostage weren't about to let him go anytime soon. Oh no, they had a telepath and they were going to find out what makes him tick. He'd been poked so many times, he had lost count. The metal halo around his head kept him from using his ability and he had nearly given up on being found at this point. Right now, all he could do was lay here on the floor of his cell and try to get some sleep]
Because Emma is clearly the white knight in this scenario.stonecoldfrostNovember 9 2011, 05:21:41 UTC
Really, Charles, I expected better from you. [The voice cut through the near silence in his cell. The only other noise was the sound of heels clicking against the concrete floor. They stopped by his head before Emma crouched down and slowly started to remove the metal halo preventing Charles from using his powers.] At least try and get taken hostage by people that actually know how to protect the mutants they've kidnapped. You really are letting your standards slip, aren't you, dear?
[And no, she couldn't just come and rescue him without turning it into an exercise in sarcasm. Maybe it was because she couldn't do comfort without still needing her words to reflect she did anything but care about the person she was rescuing.]
[His eyes crack open to look up at her, the irrational part of his mind trying to tell him she wasn't real. But as the halo is taken off, its like a vice is removed from his mind and he finds hers easily to convince himself. A slow smile comes to his face]
Miss Frost... [His voice may be raspy but he has lost none of his manners] ...come for a visit? [Charles can joke but he still is burning up with a fever]
I had a sudden urge to experience hostage hospitality. It's just as bleak as I imagined, but the blanket really does give it a certain homey charm. [She keeps her mind open for him, realising how important it was for people with their ability to need to verify that what they were seeing and experiencing was real. She even brushed her fingers through his matted hair to try and smooth it back away from his face.
When she felt his forehead, her lips formed a thin line of displeasure to realise just how sick he was. Suddenly the scattered trails of bodies left behind her didn't seem like enough.] Though if you can manage to part with your new found accommodation, I thought you might want to come back to Westchester with me.
[His eyes close for a second, enjoying her cool hand on his forehead] I am hardly in a position to refuse... [Charles' own mind is pretty wide open too after being gagged for so long. There's a hope building inside that he will actually get out of this alive. He wants to be home so badly.]
[He works on sitting up weakly leaning against the wall behind him.] Ready...when you are...
[Emma probes at his mind, taking advantage of the fact that he is so wide open to try and assess how much damage the kidnappers did.] Should have known if you take you being bound and gagged to finally learn to say yes to me. [She smirks faintly, letting her hand rest against his forehead again to give him some more relief.]
Now, please don't take this the wrong way... [She slid her arms around him as she started to stand, holding Charles against her as she became diamond to give her the strength to carry him without needing to rest along the way. The rabbit warren the would-be mad scientists had him held in didn't contain a quick route to the surface.] I realise we haven't even had dinner together yet, but I've always been one to skip a step or two in the courting ritual.
[He knows what she's looking for and let's her look all she wants. There was blood tests, drugs, lots of things involving needles. He had gotten ill from the poor living conditions and lack of food and water. Charles does look like he could not stand on his own if he tried, but his mind is still whole]
[He has to convince himself not to fall asleep with her hand on his forehead, its the first comfort he's had in awhile. Standing him up isn't too much effort, he's practically a rag doll and just about crumples against her, but with her help, he keeps his footing, his arms holding weakly around the back of her neck.]
If this is an offer to dance, I may have to take a raincheck...
Men and their constant need to lead. I'll have you know I would have been perfectly capable, but I'll take the raincheck. [Her smile was a little softer despite the diamond exterior and she didn't waste time in making her way out of the cell now that she had Charles on his feet. It's a little disconcerting to see the man so many were starting to believe was invincible in such a condition, but her first focus really is getting him back to New York.]
Now please do try and stay awake. It's not going to do my ego any good if you drift off during the rescue. Though if you do feel the need to fall asleep on me at least try and keep from snoring.
[She falls back into silence as she focuses on their escape route, but to her knowledge she left few survivors and those still alive were left with severe mental deficiencies. They would never be trying to do this to another mutant. As much as it isn't Xavier's style, Emma doesn't care. She did what she had to in order to rescue him
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[He wavers for a second before deciding it would be better for her to "lead".] I will do my best... [He says, trying to push away that dizzy feeling creeping up on him] ...no promises...on the snoring.
[Charles is quiet the whole way to the jet. He doesn't approve of the lives sacrificed for his own and a guilty feeling emanates from his mind but there is nothing he can do about it now]
[By the time they make it to the jet, he's only just able to keep awake. He eases into the seat with a groan of relief. Maybe he can rest now....and he's being hugged. Charles leans his head onto her shoulder, bringing a hand up to touch her arm as he's not feeling well enough to do more than that] I could say the same of you.
What can I say, I like my men weak and open to being taken advantage of. [She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before resting her chin on it, fingers idly brushing his arm as she stares out the window nearby. There's not much to see once they're in the air though. Nothing but blue sky and the odd hint of cloud.] Makes them easier to cuddle under the guise of saving their lives.
[Her lips flickered with a hint of a smile, but telepathically she sends him an apology. While he might not want to hear her justification for what she'd done, as far as she's concerned occasionally the lives of the many do not outweigh those of the one - not when it's Charles Xavier.]
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She sat up a little, curling around him as she pressed an open mouth kiss to his shoulder before sucking on the skin and then biting down.] Guess you're just rubbing off on me.
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There's a lot of words I could use to describe ya, darlin', but 'cuddly' sure ain't one of 'em.
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Perhaps you're right, but at least it hasn't deterred you from moments like this all the same, kitten.
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Not as long as yer ass keeps lookin' like that, no.
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All the more reason then for us to continue our physical activities. Helps keep this ass in shape.
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[And no, she couldn't just come and rescue him without turning it into an exercise in sarcasm. Maybe it was because she couldn't do comfort without still needing her words to reflect she did anything but care about the person she was rescuing.]
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Miss Frost... [His voice may be raspy but he has lost none of his manners] ...come for a visit? [Charles can joke but he still is burning up with a fever]
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When she felt his forehead, her lips formed a thin line of displeasure to realise just how sick he was. Suddenly the scattered trails of bodies left behind her didn't seem like enough.] Though if you can manage to part with your new found accommodation, I thought you might want to come back to Westchester with me.
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[He works on sitting up weakly leaning against the wall behind him.] Ready...when you are...
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Now, please don't take this the wrong way... [She slid her arms around him as she started to stand, holding Charles against her as she became diamond to give her the strength to carry him without needing to rest along the way. The rabbit warren the would-be mad scientists had him held in didn't contain a quick route to the surface.] I realise we haven't even had dinner together yet, but I've always been one to skip a step or two in the courting ritual.
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[He has to convince himself not to fall asleep with her hand on his forehead, its the first comfort he's had in awhile. Standing him up isn't too much effort, he's practically a rag doll and just about crumples against her, but with her help, he keeps his footing, his arms holding weakly around the back of her neck.]
If this is an offer to dance, I may have to take a raincheck...
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Now please do try and stay awake. It's not going to do my ego any good if you drift off during the rescue. Though if you do feel the need to fall asleep on me at least try and keep from snoring.
[She falls back into silence as she focuses on their escape route, but to her knowledge she left few survivors and those still alive were left with severe mental deficiencies. They would never be trying to do this to another mutant. As much as it isn't Xavier's style, Emma doesn't care. She did what she had to in order to rescue him ( ... )
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[Charles is quiet the whole way to the jet. He doesn't approve of the lives sacrificed for his own and a guilty feeling emanates from his mind but there is nothing he can do about it now]
[By the time they make it to the jet, he's only just able to keep awake. He eases into the seat with a groan of relief. Maybe he can rest now....and he's being hugged. Charles leans his head onto her shoulder, bringing a hand up to touch her arm as he's not feeling well enough to do more than that] I could say the same of you.
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[Her lips flickered with a hint of a smile, but telepathically she sends him an apology. While he might not want to hear her justification for what she'd done, as far as she's concerned occasionally the lives of the many do not outweigh those of the one - not when it's Charles Xavier.]
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