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Title: Genuflection
Genre: X-Men, 616 comicverse
Rating: R for sexy situations
Summary: Dreams of Emma Frost - Three Perspectives
When Julian dreams of Emma (Miss Frost!), he's on his knees, his cheek still stinging from her slap. Her voice lashes at him in rebuke for whatever he'd said a moment ago. He hisses as she yanks his head back, her manicured nails raking at his scalp as he meets her icy gaze.
"I think it's time you put that smart mouth to better use, boy."
He comes before he even touches her, the spasms waking him as he grinds into the mattress.
**********
When Scott dreams of Emma, he's on his knees, tinkering with some imagined mechanical malfunction on his motorcycle. He looks up when she strokes his hair and straightens in surprised arousal at the image she projects into his mind.
"Now?"
"Now."
"I should clean up first."
"Not when I want you dirty."
He comes at the next image, of greasy handprints on white leather and her sweet cries echoing through the garage.
**********
When Hank dreams of Emma, he's on his knees, frantically gathering every last shard of shattered diamond in his too-large hands. He startles at the touch to his hair and looks up, unable to speak for what he sees.
"No more of this nightmare, darling. I think we've both dreamed it enough."
She draws him to his feet, caressing his cheek and muzzle as she leans in close, her lips brushing his softly.
"Emma, I--"
"You put me back together. Now I want to shatter in a more figurative sense..."
He comes after she is sated; even in his dreams, he is a gentleman.
**********
Yay, I did fic!
Genre: X-Men, 616 comicverse
Rating: R for sexy situations
Summary: Dreams of Emma Frost - Three Perspectives
When Julian dreams of Emma (Miss Frost!), he's on his knees, his cheek still stinging from her slap. Her voice lashes at him in rebuke for whatever he'd said a moment ago. He hisses as she yanks his head back, her manicured nails raking at his scalp as he meets her icy gaze.
"I think it's time you put that smart mouth to better use, boy."
He comes before he even touches her, the spasms waking him as he grinds into the mattress.
When Scott dreams of Emma, he's on his knees, tinkering with some imagined mechanical malfunction on his motorcycle. He looks up when she strokes his hair and straightens in surprised arousal at the image she projects into his mind.
"Now?"
"Now."
"I should clean up first."
"Not when I want you dirty."
He comes at the next image, of greasy handprints on white leather and her sweet cries echoing through the garage.
When Hank dreams of Emma, he's on his knees, frantically gathering every last shard of shattered diamond in his too-large hands. He startles at the touch to his hair and looks up, unable to speak for what he sees.
"No more of this nightmare, darling. I think we've both dreamed it enough."
She draws him to his feet, caressing his cheek and muzzle as she leans in close, her lips brushing his softly.
"Emma, I--"
"You put me back together. Now I want to shatter in a more figurative sense..."
He comes after she is sated; even in his dreams, he is a gentleman.
Yay, I did fic!
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Date: 2008-02-22 05:57 am (UTC)