A/N: Just a short smut between Emma Frost and Logan. Enjoy!

Emma smiled at him, noticing Logan did indeed have a soft spot. Logan noticed how beautiful her smile was. Wait. What was he thinking? Emma heard Logan's thought without even trying. Taking advantage of the situation, Emma walked up to Logan and sensually traced his sideburns with the tips of her fingers. Logan growled and threw her against the wall.

"What are you doing, Frost?"

Emma smiled, knowing she got the response she wanted and said, "This."

Emma closed the space between her and Logan and kissed him. Logan was shocked at first, but kissed her back. He never thought kissing the White Queen would be this... erotic. It woke up the animal within, making him crave more. His kiss became more demanding and rough and Emma would be lying if she said she didn't like it. Logan smelled Emma becoming aroused and grinned. He would have to tease the hell outta her.

He picked her up and practically threw her down on the bed, which she let out a small shriek. Logan practically ripped off his shirt and resumed what his lust was driving him to do. Emma ran her nails down Logan's abs lightly, getting a groan out of him. Logan tore at the tight, white colored corset she was wearing and cursed under his breath at just how tight it was.

"Dammit, Frost. Why are your clothes so damn tight?"

Emma just grinned in response and helped him a little. Emma then reached for his belt buckle and undid it along with his jeans, pushing them down. Logan pulled Emma's pants off with a jerk and began kissing her again, running his hands over the bare skin that laid beneath him. Her skin was as soft as it looked, but yet hard like her diamond form she rarely used.

Emma could tell he was having trouble controlling himself and urged him to lose that control. She needed it rough and hard.

"Let go, Logan. You can't hurt me."

"Don't be so sure, Frost."

"Try me."

Logan kissed her with urgency. It was rough and frantic and Emma loved it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hoping to speed this up some. Logan kissed down her neck and left her a love bite at her collar bone, which he was sure he would get in trouble for later. Emma ran her nails down his back slowly and Logan lost the small amount of control he had left.

He thrust into her with one swift motion and they both moaned, closing their eyes. Emma's head fell back onto the bed and her legs tightened around his waist. Logan held himself there for just a moment, until his bearings were back in order again. He began to move, causing the woman beneath him to moan and groan. Seeing her exposed under him like that was enough to drive him mad.

He thrust in and out of her with need, his eyes closed and his mouth partially open at the feeling of her wrapped around him. He moved faster and faster until he thought the bed would break.

"Fuck! Logan!"

Emma's moans grew louder and she became tighter until he was sure he would explode any second. She bit her lip, but still cried out as she orgasmed. Logan wasn't too far behind her, collapsing next to the White Queen to catch his breath.

"Are you out of breath, Logan?"

"I'm getting old, Frost."

She chuckled and said, "Well you're still good in bed."