I hope you can forgive me, but I had to use page breaks to separate the song from the story. It's being difficult tonight.
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
Emma Frost walked into the mall, wearing a short white dress that she could never dream of bending over in. Sitting down was difficult enough. After Jean had put the pieces of her body back together with her telekinesis and then had some weird alien enchantress bring her soul back from the dead, Emma had left. Shopping was as good a medicine to trauma as anything the psychiatrists would try.
The eyes of more than one of the male population were following her every move, more often from her backside than not. Someone she had gone to high school with asked her if it ever annoyed her. Emma had simply laughed and said, "Why else would I have been given a body this good?"
I'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
Someone, probably a jerk who loved beer late at night, whistled at her from behind. She simply smirked.
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable but that's only to the boys who don't have the
Right a approach or ride that makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
All of the shopping bags she was carrying were starting to get a little heavy. They were all filled with stark white beauties from stores that had such exotic names she doubted anyone but the designers themselves could pronounce it. What Emma wouldn't have given for a nice piece of arm candy in that moment. Looking around, though, there didn't seem to be much for her choosing today. What a pity.
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
From what her telepathy allowed her to gather from the minds around her, when most people saw her, they thought her defenseless and weak, especially when looking as she did: a high class slut.
My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class bout an hour late
and when it came to the guys I'd lay,
I'd always pick the ones who wont figure out that I am clearly a rebel to the idea of monogamy
Emma sighed through everything. This was all a mask anyway. A mask so she could hide her pain. When she was younger, she was more reserved. That all changed when she found out that this was a much better, more effective, mask than trying to be invisible.
I like all of my shorts to be a little too shortly
Unlike all of my guys I like them tall with money
I love all of my nights to end a little bit nasty
Can't change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me
She felt tears prickling in the back of her eyes. Screaming profanities at them, she demanded that they stay back where they were.
I pick my skirts to be sexy
Just like my thoughts a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls ...bitchy
Can't change I am
Even if she wanted to change things, she couldn't. Her repuation has been set already. Her mentally laughed at herself.
Sexy, naughty, bitchy me.
It's my first song fic. What did you think? I know, not the best. Please review if you get the chance.
The song was 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' by Tata Young.