[ This is absolutely payback for something Emma's done because right now, she's back at the school and Scott?
Scott's on the other side of the world. Some mission with Logan, some late night in a hotel room, Scott staring at his phone and thinking to himself and then --
Then she gets a picture. It's a top down shot of Scott, naked under his sheets, sheet very haphazardly covering one of his propped up legs and his cock. His other leg is exposed, bent at an angle and his abs are on full display for her as well.
[ It's a microwave dinner and paper grading night. But in Emma Frost style, the red pen is a marbled fountain pen and the microwave dinner came a private chef. All of that temporarily set aside. Because her eyes are being assaulted by a only-somewhat-in-focus photo of her boyfriend doing his best, dearest, most awful impression of an Instagram selfie. Which she knows he's proud of, and had to work himself up to take.
It makes the thing all the more endearing. Even if she can't stop staring at the thing.
To her own surprise, too, because the room is so much emptier without him. She's chosen the decor and the design, and finds it clinically bare without his presence in it. So to see his face, even at a bad angle that does nothing to show off his good side, causes a smile to her face.
This boy. This poor, stupid boy. ]
We do know several teleporters. I could be there soon.
[ Is what she eventually sends back to him. Having had to bite on the twin impulses to tell him 'no' and 'Logan isn't satisfying company?'. Because she's gone soft and domestic, and had two glasses of Proseco already. ]
[ It took about an hour, some showering, some artfully tousled hair that he went back and forth in the mirror about, a perfect angle of his pajama pants... it was a little difficult. There's about ten previous photos before he got the one good enough to send to Emma... look, it was a lot of work.
But he's proud when he sends it, imagining Emma's reply and it makes something in his chest clench just a little in affection. God, he loves that woman, and he misses her. It seems a little ridiculous to get her to teleport all the way this way but...
No, no. He can't do that every time he has a twinge of loneliness. ]
I'd rather not let them all know we're in the middle of a booty call. I can wait a little longer.
Okay, don't do that thing but I'm sure there's some... less... crazypants revenge you could take. Idk. Get him fired, I guess? Wait, no. Don't do that either. Just a little bit of trouble would work.
You've sent my heart into all the flutter, Mr Summers.
[ no sarcasm this time. pick up the tender smile and shake of her head at the phone. ]
I prefer to think I've just removed the stick they all believed was firmly between those two firm cheeks of yours.
He has told me he can sense I am a sensitive soul with good taste. Scott, my love, am I a sensitive soul with good taste? All he has said is so insufferable I now doubt my own judgement.
[ and if you'll excuse her, she is just petty enough to disrupt his neural pathways in such a way that the jewelry salesclerk stumbles into a sharp corner of a display case.
there. harmless but petty.
and she's supposedly the corrupting influence on her partner. ]
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Scott's on the other side of the world. Some mission with Logan, some late night in a hotel room, Scott staring at his phone and thinking to himself and then --
Then she gets a picture. It's a top down shot of Scott, naked under his sheets, sheet very haphazardly covering one of his propped up legs and his cock. His other leg is exposed, bent at an angle and his abs are on full display for her as well.
And a text -- ]
Wish you were here.
[ It's kind of peak fuckboy. ]
fshgshg
[ It's a microwave dinner and paper grading night. But in Emma Frost style, the red pen is a marbled fountain pen and the microwave dinner came a private chef. All of that temporarily set aside. Because her eyes are being assaulted by a only-somewhat-in-focus photo of her boyfriend doing his best, dearest, most awful impression of an Instagram selfie. Which she knows he's proud of, and had to work himself up to take.
It makes the thing all the more endearing. Even if she can't stop staring at the thing.
To her own surprise, too, because the room is so much emptier without him. She's chosen the decor and the design, and finds it clinically bare without his presence in it. So to see his face, even at a bad angle that does nothing to show off his good side, causes a smile to her face.
This boy. This poor, stupid boy. ]
We do know several teleporters. I could be there soon.
[ Is what she eventually sends back to him. Having had to bite on the twin impulses to tell him 'no' and 'Logan isn't satisfying company?'. Because she's gone soft and domestic, and had two glasses of Proseco already. ]
look he is a DISASTER and now i am back
But he's proud when he sends it, imagining Emma's reply and it makes something in his chest clench just a little in affection. God, he loves that woman, and he misses her. It seems a little ridiculous to get her to teleport all the way this way but...
No, no. He can't do that every time he has a twinge of loneliness. ]
I'd rather not let them all know we're in the middle of a booty call. I can wait a little longer.
How are you?
texting | sometime during New Mutants v2
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He asked if I was natural, and he was not referring to my hair color.
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Okay, don't do that thing but I'm sure there's some... less... crazypants revenge you could take. Idk. Get him fired, I guess? Wait, no. Don't do that either. Just a little bit of trouble would work.
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What will the papers think?
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That's still a creepy question to ask and deserves retribution.
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[ the sarcasm might just crack the phone in two. ]
He's begun to explain that he has a Soundcloud. What if I were to make him mute? Surely that will do the arts a favor.
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[ this is why they're embarrassing. ]
I can't really find it in me to disagree. Maybe I really am corrupted, huh.
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[ no sarcasm this time. pick up the tender smile and shake of her head at the phone. ]
I prefer to think I've just removed the stick they all believed was firmly between those two firm cheeks of yours.
He has told me he can sense I am a sensitive soul with good taste. Scott, my love, am I a sensitive soul with good taste? All he has said is so insufferable I now doubt my own judgement.
[ and if you'll excuse her, she is just petty enough to disrupt his neural pathways in such a way that the jewelry salesclerk stumbles into a sharp corner of a display case.
there. harmless but petty.
and she's supposedly the corrupting influence on her partner. ]
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♥
[ and then, in person, he's going to give a laugh at her description of his butt. he can't help but engaging back with a -- ]
I'm pretty sure you just added a harness to the stick and use it for your own pleasure now.
[ don't you love a guy who can make jokes about his own girlfriend pegging him...! ]
Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Emma. Unless you suddenly doubt your own taste too. Gasp. Shock. Horror.