A/N: Yay, non-angst. Boo, non-Charles/Erik.

Warnings: consumption of alcohol (possibly by a minor, depending on what age you wanna picture her as), Emma/Sebastian, early-psychopathic!Emma. Set several years before First Class.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men! :)

Trivia fact: The song I used is from Footloose. Aka, one of Kevin Bacon's first major movie roles. Eep!

I can feel his approach

Like a fire in my blood.

I need a hero,

I'm holding out for a hero til the end of the night.

'Holding Out For a Hero', Bonnie Tyler.

Emma raises the champagne glass to her mouth slowly, and takes a dainty, quiet sip. It's bubbly and tastes alright – she has never before tasted champagne, and she suspects that if she drinks enough, it will taste a lot better than just alright.

"Good?" Sebastian Shaw queries. God, she's gorgeous.

"Very," she says lightly. "Thank you, Mr. Shaw. You certainly know how to show a girl a nice time."

He smiles, his expression on the border between sinister and seductive (she's leaning more towards seductive). "I do try. Please, call me Sebastian."

She reaches up to push a blonde curl out of her face, and smiles as his gaze and his thoughts follow the motion. He thinks of her as naïve, a sweet blonde girl to corrupt and change. And in turn she thinks of him as both a master to serve and a slave to drive; he knows nothing of what she can do, but he knows the world, he understands things that she craves to learn. So he will be her master and her leader, because she will allow him to be. He will be her ruling deity, her god and her savior, because she will let him.

Almost as if he is the mind-reader, Sebastian says, "So tell me, my lovely. What can you do?"

She phases into diamond without the slightest bit of hesitation. "I can read your mind. And control it, if I choose." Her jeweled lips curl into a smirk. "You've been thinking about how lovely I am all night, so what do you think now?"

Sebastian's gray-ice eyes are wide with wonder, and his thoughts are flowing thick with greed, amazement, lust, and sheer power. "I think you're absolutely beautiful."

She changes back to her human form, and becomes once more a blue-eyed, charming girl with mile-long legs and thick flaxen curls. "Thank you," she replies.

He leans close to her and rests a hand on her knee, and she allows him to kiss her. She has only been kissed a handful of times before – there has seldom been time for boyfriends, and never the opportunity in an all-female mental institution – but he seems to be fairly gifted at it. Maybe she'll kiss him back one day – maybe.

He pulls back an inch, and murmurs. "One thing," he says. "Could you ever be willing to kill, Miss Frost?"

She smiles, deadly and sweet. "Could I," she says. "I already am."

A/N: God, she's crazy. AND I LOVE IT. Thanks so much for reading, reviews make my day!