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WHO: Scott and Emma
WHERE: X-Mansion.
WHEN: Thursday, 7-9 Morning.
WARNINGS: Emma Frost.
SUMMARY: Scott and Emma meet to talk.
FORMAT: Formal!

It was a testimony to how screwed up the love life of Scott Summers was that he didn't even know if this ranked as one of the top 5 awkward moments with a significant other. Scott was used to messed up situations with his significant others.

He was nervous though. Emma meant so much to him, he loved her so much, he wasn't sure what he would do without her while still seeing her every day. And if he was honest with himself, he needed her. So he busied himself with papers and looking over rosters and records while he waited for her to come. Did she even want to be with him at this point?

Well, there was no use worrying about it now, all he could do was wait.

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The past few months had been hectic for Emma. The attack on Genosha. The death of yet another student. And then bloody Scott Summers came into her life. She hadn't felt this way for a man in quite a while. Nevertheless, she always remained cool and collected, refusing to show any affection toward him. He was the pawn and she was the Queen in the game of their flirtatious banter - at least that's what she intended.

Of course, that night in Hong Kong seemed like a complete and utter failure, when in reality it was indeed a success. She had Scott exactly where she wanted him - in an uncomfortable position where he explained his black and white relationship with Jean Grey fading to gray.

Emma would have him, eventually.

But there was a hint of doubt that writhed into her mind at nights. She'd been having unpleasant dreams about Scott...and Jean, slowing working their marital problems and coming together. The very last time she saw Scott was just before she went into the surgical room with Jean. The woman tenderly kissed him on the cheek, and he returned the kiss with his hand grasped onto her shoulder.

And now the situation was all the more awkward. Half of the X-Men, some she'd never even heard of, were stuck in some bloody alternate universe, and there was no way out.

On the communicator, he sounded quite confident - different, almost. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing, even though she could end this miserable state with just a little telepathy.

Honestly, she hadn't felt this way since high school, and it frightened her. She took a deep breathe and walked into his office. Pleasantries were for later. She'd have the first word.

"Well, Cyclops, I hope we're meeting because you have a plan to get us out of this absolute monstrosity."

Edited 2009-07-10 02:51 (UTC)

It was hard to describe Emma Frost physically in any way that did her justice, at least in Scott's mind. Statuesque and exquisite were two words that came to mind. Stunning was another. But even those seemed to fall short. And then there was her mind. Cutting wit and dangerous cunning were her trademarks but Scott knew she was deeper than that. She might have an odd way of showing it, but Emma cared deeply. For her students and for mutant kind in general she harbored a great affection that anyone but him rarely got to see.

Seeing Emma made Scott feel... well, he wasn't sure how it made him feel. Normally, it made him feel elated, it made his heart beat faster, it made him smile. Now though, it just made him do all those things but feel tense as well, which he hated. Being with Emma wasn't supposed to be like that. Being with Jean was like that, tense, like he was an awkward teenager all over again. Emma made him feel confident, like the leader than he knew he was.

Hearing her Cyclops while not in the field was odd too, it reminded him of barriers that existed for her but not for him. He liked how she said Scott. He liked hearing her running commentary in his mind. He liked being connected with her. He'd have to examine that another time, the psychic link. Maybe that was part of his attraction to telepaths, with anyone else that just wasn't there and he didn't feel as connected as he could be.

"I always have a plan," he told her. "But that's not why I asked you to meet. I asked you here because I want you to read my mind."

It appeared to be a good sign that Scott wanted Emma to read his mind, unless he was playing a terribly cruel joke. But she liked to think she knew him very well, and this was the second time he asked. She refused the first time and she would this time. She'd much rather live in the now, like she had been saying to everyone else in this miserable place.

She walked closer to him and gently glided her finger along his jawline. Indeed, a bold move, but she got the idea.

"I don't have to read your mind." Emma knew that Scott positively throbbed when she called him Scott. It gave him some kind of ego-boost. In their marriage, Jean envisioned the poor man as Cyclops, not as Scott - simply Scott.

"Scott," she added.

Edited 2009-07-10 04:14 (UTC)

Scott swallowed hard as her hand traced along his jawline and she used his name. He knew Emma well enough to know when she was playing someone, when she was playing him. He knew the power trip she would need to make this and he hoped that she would look into his mind and they could just avoid all of that.

Although maybe this was a second chance to do the relationship the more traditional way. No telepathic extramarital affair, no guilt and confusion on his part, just the traditional games people played when falling in love.

If she was going to mess with him though, he was going to do his best to derail that right now.

"I love you, Emma," he said. There, that was it. Plain and simple. He was giving her all the power in the relationship and all the control of where they went from her. And he did it knowing he was doing it and he knew she would recognize it.

Emma thought her heart stopped for a second. She quickly regained her posture and crossed her arms. She hated Scott. Right now. She remembered the games they played, and he always fell for the trap. At least she thought so. And, here, he thought she was playing a bloody game, and he returned it with a very serious remark.

He tried to take the easy way out - first by offering her to read his mind, which utterly failed. But then - then, he let everything out on her. Love was enough she could handle at this time, and she declined to even reply.

Scott didn't no what to say. He was kind of hoping that Emma would say something instead of just standing there looking, well she didn't look pleased, which maybe was what he was hoping for. Damn it, no wonder he was so used to weird relationships, he obviously couldn't handle normal ones.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. Obviously, she didn't feel that way toward him yet. Now what the hell was he supposed to do?

"I just have two questions; Would you prefer to know all about us or nothing about us?" he asked. "And would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

To tell the absolute truth, Emma would love dinner with Scott. It was still undecided if she wanted to know everything about them. After all, she despised timelines that claimed they applied to every walking being on Earth.

"Scott, I'd rather live in the now. The future is uncertain, dear. Besides, I like challenges," she smiled at the thought of him as a challenge and twirled her hair. "Also, I'd love to have dinner with you, as long as I choose the delicacy."

Seeing Emma smile unclenched a knot in his stomach that he hadn't even realized was there until now. It maybe wasn't as much as he was hoping for, but it definitely wasn't bad. It would kill him to think of her sleeping in the same building as him but a different bed, but somehow that smile made it just a little better.

"A challenge?" he said with a bit of a chuckle. "Emma there's no challenge. I'm yours, it's just up to you how fast you claim the prize. And I was going to suggest Masa for dinner, but you can choose."

Scott Summers belonged to Emma Frost, according to him. Hearing this statement startled her, yet again. Oh, how she hated this place. She'd much rather work things out on her own timetable.

The last time they ate dinner together, Emma had hoped for something a little more...elegant. Beast ordered Chinese take-out when he watched a rerun of Star Wars. It'd been a while since Emma ate from a carton.

But Masa? Hmmm...the man had taste.

"Oh, I have all the time in the world to 'claim the prize,' dear. But Masa it is, if we can find such place in this clutter."

Scott sensed more games from Emma, but he wondered if that was maybe just her way of being cautious. If their situations and time lines had been reversed he was sure he would be much less understanding that she was being.

At least, that's what he hoped. What Scott liked most about being with Emma was that he could be himself. He didn't want to have to feel like he was trying to prove something to her, there was enough of that in every other aspect of his life.

"I'll make sure that we get a table," he promised her, smiling a bit more.

When Emma arrived at the City, she was welcomed with rude comments and cold shoulders. Of course, she did a little mind reading, and Scott Summers seemed to be the subject of conversation. But finally, someone took her seriously, and it happened to be Scott, the same man in her own world. Finally, she felt wanted, again. It felt odd, to say the least.

"We can forgo the reservations. I'm sure a little mind reading can help," she said, almost arrogantly.

"That's cheating, Emma," he said, but offered up no actual objection. What good was having your future girlfriend be a telepath if you didn't enjoy the perks?

"While you're here though, I'd like your help with something," Scott said, switching gears to other matters. They seemed to end on a good note so he didn't want to screw anything up by doing too much too fast with their personal lives.

"As I'm sure you know, I teach here," she said. "They refused to make me X-Man because of my...questionable past. But do go on." Finally, he was about to mention the X-Men.

"I'll do everything I can to see that you're instated as a full member of the team, Emma," he told her as he sat down at the desk and tapped a few commands on the keyboard before turning the monitor so that she could see.

"Back home you and I were co-heads of the Institute," he continued. "Warren has stepped down as team leader and head of the Institute, leaving them to me so he can focus more on his business and things with Hodge. He's still going to fund us but in a place like this, I don't want to put all our eggs in one basket that may get ported home at any minute. These are the finances for the Institute. You know business, Emma. You know money. I need you to work your magic and streamline things. If possible, I'd like you to invest some of it so that if Warren leaves, we have another source of income."

Scott's firm emphasis of command was always comforting to hear, not that Emma needed any comforting. But it was his calm and collected personality that initially attracted her to him, among the fact that he was a married man.

Of course, she never disappointed herself. She wasn't the least surprised when he said she was the co-headmistress of the Institute. It's what she planned all along.

"Darling, I think you'd be happy to know that I have all of my finances under management. It'd be my pleasure to fund the institute," she said, twirling her hair again and sending him that slick smile. She knew he loved it.

The smile definitely did things to Scott, but he had enough control to section that part of him away so that he didn't let it disarm him. At least not too much. It was Emma Frost after all, it was impossible not to let her looks get to you at least a little bit.

"Thank you, Emma," he told her. "Splitting the cost between you and Warren should help ease the strain on both of your resources."

He hadn't missed the pet name either, although he didn't know if that was just Emma being Emma. Scott gave a sigh, he needed to stop over thinking things. He didn't need to do that with Emma.

Behind his glasses, behind the power he couldn't control, Scott always had that particular ability to control his demeanor. It was evidently a challenge for Emma. Though, she'd have him later. Teasing was ever the more exciting.

She sat on his desk and crossed her legs with amusement. "You know, it's nearly impossible to reserve a table for such a restaurant, Scott."

Scott watched her very closely as she sat one the desk. One thing about ruby quartz lenses is that no one could see where it was that you were looking if you were really good at seeing out of your peripheral. He remembered this aspect of her, the seductive part, and he had to admit it was fun. That was definitely one aspect of their relationship that had not lasted long. Maybe he should resist some just to give her the satisfaction of seducing him.

"I just said that using your telepathy was cheating, Emma," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face that made him look like a mischievous little boy. "I never said you shouldn't do it."

It was rather cute that Scott believed he could eat at the Masa tonight. He had acted all influenced, trying to impress her - which he did to some extent, until she realized it'd take months to reserve a spot.

"But I never implied I wouldn't use my telepathy." She leaned in closer to him and lightly bit her lower lip. Hell, she could hardly control herself.

Edited 2009-07-10 08:45 (UTC)

Scott watched her bite her lower lip and felt a sudden rush of desire to be the one biting her lower lip. He and Emma had spent too many nights together for his mind not to leap to specific memories of specific sensual actions and he had no doubt that Emma knew exactly the kind of influence she had over his urges.

But if there was one thing Scott was good at, it was control.

"Then just what were you implying?" he asked, keeping his voice and tone under control.

Oh, these games would be absolutely fun. His struggle between control and impulse made her feel a little warm inside. Still, she graciously slid off of his desk and gestured her hand.

"I'll see you tonight, Scott."

Scott watched her slide off the desk, all grace and poise and curves. He looked up at her a moment longer, making the eye contact she couldn't see.

"See you tonight, Emma," he said before turning back to the monitor. If he was going to see her for dinner tonight he had a lot of work here he needed to get done first.

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