The Chick's Dig the OTHER Fuzzy Dude

Chapter 11: Meet the Frosts

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Shout Outs-

Summers Groupie- I'm glad you like. More Hank/Emma fluff soon.

Needles- Yeah, I think Christian would agree with Emma's choice of beau. Cordelia too, I guess.

GothikStrawberry- Hell hath no fury like a telepath pissed off.

Agent-G- It looks like my Fantastic Four idea was yet another idea that was better when I was planning it than the end product. Yeah, Christian was a drug addict in the comics.

Snow Valley, Massachusetts-

In the small Massachusetts town known as Snow Valley, a non-descript black van pulled up to a swanky-looking mansion. The mansion was the ancestral home of the infamous Frost family. It had been passed down to the eldest son in every generation up his father's death. But when Winston Frost discovered that his eldest (and only) son was gay, he soon put a stop to that tradition. His middle daughter, Emma, inherited the mansion, as well as the majority of the Frost fortune. This caused a lot of tension between Emma and her older sister, Adrienne, who was hell-bent on inheriting the family fortune. It was Adrienne that let slip that Christian was gay.

The black van pulled up outside the mansion and two figures stepped out. They were Emma Frost and Hank McCoy, the aforementioned inheritor of the Frost family home and her fuzzy blue boyfriend. Emma had brought Hank to meet the two Frosts that she was still on speaking terms with, her older brother Christian and her youngest sister Cordelia.

'I'm still not sure about this.' Hank mumbled nervously as he looked around at their foreboding surroundings. 'How do you know that your siblings will like me? It's not as if I am overly normal. I'd wager that none of your previous partners were covered in blue fur and had a penchant for Twinkies.

'Well, one of my previous boyfriends had a thing for women's underwear.' Emma confessed. 'That was one relationship I'd rather not dwell upon.'

'I wish that I had something to match that.' Hank sighed. 'But alas, I have not had many relationships, given my bestial appearance.'

'Then other women are blind.' Emma comforted. 'I think you look beautiful.'

'You're only after me for my Twinkies.' Hank tutted.

'Oh shush.' Emma swatted him on the arm. 'I love you for many other reasons.'

'Such as?' Hank challenged.

'I can't say now…' Emma responded. 'What if Christian or Cordelia walked in on us?'

'Don't make any exceptions on our account, Em.' A voice chuckled.

Emma yelped in surprise.

'Christian! You sod!' Emma hissed in mock anger as she glared at her older brother, a rather handsome guy with short blond hair. 'How long have you been standing there? How much did you hear?'

'Ever since the ex-boyfriend with a thing for women's panties.' Cordelia, a young woman with short black hair, chuckled. 'To think that I had a crush on him.'

'It's wonderful to see you both.' Emma smiled honestly. 'I trust you haven't trashed my house too much. No crazy dance parties with lots of handsome naked men?'

'Oh, I wish.' Christian chuckled. 'Everything has been as peaceful as a…'

'Very peaceful thing.' Cordelia finished. 'Really, no naked dance parties here. I've got my apartment for that.'

'You always were a hell raiser, Cor.' Emma chuckled.

'So, who's the cute blue guy?' Christian asked, as he looked Hank over. 'Doesn't he talk?'

'Only when I am able to get a word in edgewise.' Hank chuckled, before withering under Emma's glare.

'You'd better watch yourself there, my friend.' Christian smiled. 'Em has a bitch of a temper.'

'And how.' Cordelia added with a chuckle. 'You got a name, Blue?'

'My name is Henry Phillip McCoy.' Hank introduced. 'But most people call me Hank.'

'It's a pleasure to meet you, Hank.' Christian smiled as he shook Hank's hand. 'Welcome to Casa De Frost.'

'You're not concerned about that fact that your sister is dating a fuzzy blue ape-man?' Hank blinked in confusion.

'You're talking to a former drug addict, Hank.' Christian responded. 'I don't think I have the right to judge who Emma dates. I've never been one for the whole over-protective brother bit.'

'Pity you're not that way with me, Chris.' Cordelia sighed. 'It's like the Spanish Inquisition sometimes.'

Christian decided to change the subject.

'So, why don't I let you come in?' He offered.

'That would be nice.' Emma nodded. 'Seeing that I own the house and all.'

Later-

Christian and Cordelia had been kind enough to help Emma and Hank with their luggage. The pair were presently unpacking.

Hank placed his shoes on the floor beside the bed while Emma sorted out her frilly underthings. Hank couldn't help but cast an eye over the flimsy garments and try to imagine what Emma would look like wearing them.

'You know…' Emma said as she examined one particularly revealing garment. 'For such a small amount of material, the stores sure now how to charge you for it.'

'Which is precisely why I sleep au naturel, my dear.' Hank chuckled. 'Although, that may also be due to the fact that pyjamas do not generally come in my size.'

'You don't hear me complaining, darling.' Emma smiled. 'Although, that yellow Speedo thing you wear in the Danger Room and on missions…'

Hank smiled at Emma's faraway look.

'Did you bring it?' Emma asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

'Of course.' Hank waggled his eyebrows as he held up the aforementioned garment.

'Put it on!' Emma demanded. 'I'll wear that reverse x-bra and the hot pants if you do…'

'As you wish, my fair lady…' Hank bowed chivalrously. 'Although, I do not really see why we need to wear such garments when they will inevitably be torn from our heaving bodies.'

'But do like dressing up for you…' Emma pouted adorably. 'And I have never heard you complain.'

Hank winced at his partner's expression. Emma frost knew how to make a man do her bidding. She had other talents than the contents of her blouse. One such weapon in her armoury was her so-called 'puppy-dog pout'. Emma would look at her victim with large, innocent eyes and stick out her bottom lip, making it wobble as if she was about to cry. No man could resist its lure. Heck, not even the all-mighty Wolverine was resistant to the 'puppy-dog pout'.

'Okay, okay. You may dress up.' Hank rolled his eyes. 'Just… Enough pouting.'

Emma laughed in victory.

'You, Emma Grace Frost, are an unspeakably evil woman.' Hank tutted. 'If only you were here when we were facing Apocalypse. One look at the 'puppy-dog pout' and ol' Poxy would flee like a scalded dog.'

'No man can resist my charms.' Emma chuckled. 'These too.' Emma added as she indicated her ample cleavage. 'Are the babies not fantastic?'

'They are… Adequate.' Hank teased.

'Oh, you are going to pay for that.' Emma growled playfully. 'Nobody insults these puppies!'

'You cannot possibly defeat me!' Hank crowed. 'I am Hank McCoy! I am invincible!'

'That's what you think, Henry dear.' Emma narrowed her eyes. 'Have at thee!'

Downstairs in the kitchen, Cordelia winced at the loud thump emanating form the bedroom above their heads.

'That doesn't sound right.' The youngest Frost daughter groaned. 'Shouldn't we go up there and make sure everybody is all right?'

'You know as well as I do what Emma is up to, Cordelia.' Christian tutted. 'Leave them be.'

'You were never this lenient with me.' Cordelia pouted.

'That's because you're my baby sister.' Christian responded. 'I have to look out for you.'

'Or so you say…' Cordelia frowned.

'I just hope that Emma isn't at it for too long.' Christian continued. 'We're going out to dinner soon.'

Later still-

Hank, Emma, Christian and Cordelia were sitting at a desolate dining table at one of Snow Valley's most prestigious restaurants.

Whereas Hank's fuzzy blue countenance would be cause for alarm for the other patrons, the Frost name still carried a lot of weight in the town so they were all able to dine in relative peace.

Cordelia laid back in her seat with a satisfied sigh.

'Well, I'm stuffed. What about you guys?'

'I couldn't possibly eat another thing.' Christian groaned in satisfaction.

'Not even a waffer theen meent?' Hank asked in a bad French accent, echoing 'Monty Python's The Meaning of Life'.

'Not even one of those.' Christian shook his head.

'I really must commend the chef.' Emma added. Nodding in satisfaction. 'Kristoff has really excelled himself this time.'

'Well, while we wait for the waiter to return with the bill, I would like to ask a question…'

The three Frosts watched on in curiosity as Hank went down on one knee in front of Emma and took out a small velvet box from his pocket.

'Oh my stars and garters…' Emma gasped as she put a hand to her mouth.

Hank looked straight into Emma's eyes as took her hand in one of his.

'Emma… You mean the world to me. When you left me all those years ago… It broke my heart. But now that we are together again… Things can only get better for us. You are the beautiful diamond to my fuzzy blue rough, you are the creamy filling to my Twinkie… Emma Grace Frost, will you do me the ultimate hour of becoming my wife?'

Emma just gawped back at Hank, her ability to speak apparently lost to her.

'Well then, Em…' Christian piped up. 'What're you going to say?'

'Yeah…' Cordelia added. 'Don't keep us waiting in suspense.'

Emma finally found her voice as smiled back at Hank lovingly.

'Of course I'll marry you, Henry.' Emma smiled, tears of happiness running down her face. The tears were ruining Emma's mascara, but she didn't care. This was the happiest day of her life. 'I would love to marry you. You make me feel complete, Hank. I-I-I…'

Emma found her voice being overcome with emotion.

'Oh God, I'm crying like a baby…' Emma sniffled as she dabbed at her tear-stained eyes with a napkin. 'I must look like a bloody panda with all this smudged mascara.'

'But you're my panda, Emma.' Hank smiled as he slid the ring on to Emma's finger. 'You're my beautiful, diamond-encrusted panda.'

'I love you Fuzzy-Blue Monkey-Boy.' Emma sniffled as she hugged Hank close.

'I love you too, Hooty McBoob.' Hank smiled.

'I thought I told you never to call me that in public…' Emma hissed.

'Oh well, that was one short engagement.' Cordelia tutted. 'Back to the drawing board, eh Emma?'

'Shut up, Cordelia.' Christian sighed.

TBC...

Next: Something Diamond, Something New, Something Fuzzy, Something Blue…

Yes, it's the final chapter of 'The Chicks Dig the OTHER Fuzzy Dude' and Emma and Hank are getting married. But first must come the bachelor and bachelorette parties…