X-Emotion
Disclaimer:I own none of the characters, just the situations.
A/N: A few short stories, and I mean short. Perspectives and couples. Not my normal Jott, unforunately, but it was challenging.
"Frosty" "Ice witch." "Ice bitch." Delightful names from her enemies and former friends. Emma sighed and rolled over. She sat up in shock and opened her eyes, looking all around her in terror. Clutching the silken sheets to her chest, she slid her feet onto the floor. Wrapping them carefully around her, she walked across to the window and sighed. He was down there again…
She ran downstairs, her hair slightly damp and her clothes as tight as they ever were and still as dazzlingly white. Being 'attached' wasn't quite as bad as she had imagined. Smirking at the notion of Emma Frost, White Queen, belonging to someone else, even just in name, she slowed down and walked casually out of the front doors.
Easing herself down the steps, she tapped his shoulder lightly, then purred into his ear.
"My dear, get bored of sleeping?"
His head flicked up and a grin appeared on his lips.
"Well the company was a little boring.."
"Yes, of course." She nodded sarcastically, rising to the challenge and sliding into his lap. "Because watching the stars is so much more-"
Watching his expression change, Emma licked her lips and pressed her forehead against his.
"-Exciting."
Her fiancé put a hand on the back of her neck and squeezed gently, enough to make her wriggle uncomfortably. Leaning down, he carefully caressed her lips with his own before releasing his grip.
Emma pouted as he leaned back and looked up at the night sky again. She put her arms around him and followed his gaze.
"What are they, not logically, but… what are they?"
Scott Summers, Cyclops, tamer of Emma Frost and willingly devoted to the same woman smiled.
"They're more than this. But no where close enough to keeping you out here."
He stood and lifted her up gently. Emma smiled sleepily and tucked her head into his neck. The strangest of wonders that could be found under the twinkling stars, and yet the most real thing they could ever imagine.
Love that neither expected nor felt they deserved, both content in their own way and beyond paradise in all others.
