*I do not own Marvel, I wish I did but I don't, the only thing I own is the computer that writ this. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did.*
Emma leaned in puckering her lips slightly, her eyes fluttering close. Her hands rested gently along the cold, metallic armrests. Lips touched innocently in till Emma's tongue was coaxed out by a older, talented one that massaged the wet mussel. The moan that came from both parties echoed through the class room. Strong, long fingered hands slid against white leather clad curves. Emma's hands trailed down his chiselled features. Pulling back and gasping for breath, Emma leaned in and rested her head against his forehead. Blue eyes meet blue.
"Professor." followed a knock interrupting the moment.
Emma slide off of the chair and stood straightening her hair and lipstick. Turning on her heel she made for the window and soon disappeared just in time for the door to open.
"What is it Ororo?" Storm frowned and stood in front of the man.
"Professor Xavier, ...have you seen Logan?" Charles shook his head then turned and made his way out of the room licking his lips.
Would like to ask anyone if I should continue with this fan fiction. I enjoyed writing this small tibit because there are not many to non Emma Frost fics. R&R
Goonigh ~ LaLa-Z