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« Thread Started on Jun 27, 2009, 7:01pm »

[Note: These events take place the morning after Cyclop's release.]

Scott looked at Emma as she lay in bed. It had only been a day since he had returned from the city and was still getting into the flow. Administrative duties were set aside with his clothes and Scott stood in his underpants. The small cuts and bruises on his legs detracted from his athletic appearance, but who besides Emma was going to see anyhow?

Slipping in beside her, Scott gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I’d like to thank you for last night.” Money truly did have it’s privileges and in this case it meant Scott had a comfortable bed and top of the line infirmary rather then the taxpayer supported jail he could have found himself in.

Emma still kept her back to him. She didn't know why. She just felt this bubbling anger towards everyone at the moment. Everyone had let a student down, everyone had let two children die. Everyone had abandoned civility and pushed towards mob mentalities. But Scott wasn't everyone. Not now. He was just Scott bloody Summers. She was sure he had a better middle name, but didn't care. The one she gave him always put as smile on her porcelain face. "You're welcome..."

She rolled over on her side to face him. For the life of her she didnt know why, but she chose to wear one of his shirts over her thousand dollar lace undergarments. She let her blue eyes pierce his brown hues through the lenses. "Now, I'm used to lying in bed with criminals, but you're the first who's actually fessed up to the crime..." She gave him a playful smile. She didn't want to say what was on her mind, not at the moment. She'd been too long with out him. Too long without contact. Not even mentally. She just wanted to enjoy life even for a little while.

Scott allowed himself a small smile as Emma flirted with him. For all the hell he had been through the last few months, he was allowed a glimpse of heaven now. Emma, no longer trapped in her diamond form, her flesh tempting and perfect. Her smile was worth more then her bank account as far as he was concerned. Emma’s comment on fessing up to the crime hit closer to home then he liked, but Scott remained stoic. He’d mourn when the time was right.

Wrapping an arm around Emma, Scott breathed her in, taking stock of how different things were nowadays. Back then with Hank, Bobby and Warren, and Jean. They hadn’t a clue what they were up against in the old days. It seemed they had seen only the tip of the iceberg, not aware of the trouble below. Jean was a casualty, and Scott allowed that to settle in for a moment. Then he allowed himself to move past, to the here and now and Emma.

She laid her head against his shoulder, letting her lips gently touch his skin there. ~Don't think, Darling. Too much has happened. There's a lot we need to push past, but right now, I just want you to hold me. I haven't felt a human's touch in two months, I've been told. And I don't count playing spin the bottle with Hank. He's too furry..~ She nuzzled her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. Old Spice. He was so simple. She loved that about him. Even after spending time in jail with god knows who eyeballing him, he still smelled like cheap department store after shave.
She laid there thinking that for the moment she was quite possibly still locked within her own mind. He was hold her. She was wearing cotton for gods sakes. She thought back to the moments she had been with him in her Barbie high rise. She took another deep breath and kissed his shoulder gently. "You were my Ken doll..." She gave him a slight giggle as she gave that little bit of information away, breathing slowly once more as she closed her eyes

Scott let the comments on Hank pass. Good ol’ Doctor McCoy, saving the ladies through science. Emma and her twisted sense of humor. Scott relaxed, his fingertips drawing circles on the cotton Emma had covered herself in. ~I was your Ken doll?~ he mused silently. “I am anatomically correct you know.” Scott put his finger below Emma’s chin and raised her face to his. He looked at her in this moment of peace and saw what many others wouldn’t allow themselves to; an angel. If everybody else wanted to see the enemy in Emma Frost’s face, they could. Scott Summers would see past that.

Allowing his lips to graze Emma’s, Scott felt like he was home. He was back at the mansion, leading the team, dealing with the triumphs and tragedies. Emma had been brought back from the brink. Things were far from perfect but it was where he needed to be.

She smiled and let his lips press against her even for a moment. She had closed her eyes in that moment, then opened them once more to gaze up into his. She so badly wanted to poke into his head, find out where he had been, find out why he wasn't there pacing in the hallways. But that was what he would have done for someone else. When he was someone else. Back when he was called, Slim. She kisses his chin softly as she closed her eyes, enjoying the simple moment in her chaotic life. "Oh I definitely know that. But to cope with being trapped within myself I created a perfect little Barbie high rise in downtown Boston. It got me through."

She closed her eyes. She wasn't sure why she was telling him this. Maybe she wanted him to open up. You know, in the normal way. Talking. She left her delicately manicured nails and fingertip run over his bare skin. Just the touch was amazing right now. She tried to be careful, trying to avoid the many cuts and bruises that she couldn't quite see.

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