#thread|| i can explain

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I Can Explain [Explicit] Continuation

Emma: She melted against him, losing her train of thought for a brief second. "Mmm, I know." She chuckled lowly tugging the shirt over head. goosebumps breaking out over her at the feel of his hand. She turned on him suddenly with a smirk, hands moving to his jeans " It's one of the many, many reasons you're attracted to me, right?"

Scott: "Striipp." he chuckled as the shirt was tugged over her head. "One of the-" he smirked feeling her hands. " infinite reasons.", he cupped her face, pulling her into another kiss, "Why I love you.". Scott took over undoing his belt, pushing jeans and boxers to drop the floor. He was already half hard and gave himself a leisurely stroke before smiling pinching her ass and giving her a light smack. "Get in there."

Emma "God you're a dork," She laughed with a slight shake of her hands. She smirked "Infinite? Huh?" She let her words melt into his lips for a second. "Mmm, I like the sound of that." Her gaze lingered over his body for a second. She jumped slightly at the smack but smirked wickedly at him as her hands moved over her hips rolling the panties down slowly. One leg at a time she stepped out of them and moved past him a hand moving over his shoulders. "Shower isn't even on yet, darling, don't rush it.." She stated moving into the bathroom fully.

Scott "I can be patient.. very very patient." he drifted off watching her move past him. He laughed at himself slightly, moving to the shower to turn on the water. He ran his hand under it to check the temperature. "You make me feel like a teenager, you know."

Emma: "Can you?" She asked with a slightly laugh leaning against the vanity counter, while she waited for the shower to heat. "Is that a good thing? Because I'm going to take it as a compliment either way." She moved toward him, arms wrapping around him from behind kissing at his neck

Scott:"That you drive me completely crazy? Horrible. Terrible." he smiled over his shoulder leaning in for her lips. "Awful." he teased moving under the hot water.

Emma: "That I, Emma Frost, drive you crazy. Yes, that's the best compliment I've been given" She chuckled pecking his lips quickly. "Lil' ole me?" She followed closely soaking up the steam

Scott: "I wouldn't exactly call you that." He chuckled, glasses fogging. Scott took the shades off, hanging them on the shower nozzle. His eyelids were a constant glowing red. Blind, his hands smoothed over her waist, pulling her against him. "Tease. Maybe. Usually, I know where everything is. Help me out with some shower gel?"

Emma: "Oh?" She questioned with a wicked grin. It was far too easy to fall into that playful persona. She smiled even though he couldn't see it. Fingers threading behind his neck as he spoke. "A tease? I would never" She giggled slightly before moving to examine the numerous products for her hair and body. She pampered herself. She pressed closer, reaching around him for the gel in question. "It's expensive so don't waste it."

Scott: he smirked nuzzling her neck as she pressed closer. "Tease." He took the gel, squeezing some into his hands before handing it back. "You can afford it. I'm worth it". he grinned lathering it up in his hands before rubbing it over his chest. "Besides I'm helping you. Turn around I'll help you wash your back."

Emma: "I would never" She affirmed with a slight laugh. She shook her head slightly cocking her hip, "I can, doesn't mean I want to. And correction I’m worth it. For you, it's gotta be earned. You know coffee, at the oddest of hours, and sweet nothings to feed my ego." She chuckled, reaching for the loofah hanging beside the other bottles. With a sly smile, she did as instructed, careful to avoid water from touching her hair, "Mmm so thoughtful."

Scott "Mhmm... So demanding. Coffee, ego. Anything else you'd like? I'm here to serve." he hummed with a smile. He started working the lather into her shoulders, before replacing his fingers with his lips on her neck. Hands working down the muscles of her back taking his time being extra thorough when they reached her ass.

Emma: "That's music to my ears. I'll have to remember that." She laughed leaning into the touch. Her shoulders relaxed at the notch, head falling back against his shoulder gently. It made her skin tingle. A slight laugh leaving her at the extra attention of her ass. Her hips wiggled slightly against his hands.

Scott: "Good. Then I can remind you how much you've missed me.". Her skin warm and slippery his hands roamed everywhere he could touch, across to her abdomen, over her hip bones, reaching up to palm a breast. "You're gorgeous..." he sighed biting her earlobe

Emma:"Oh?" I'd love to see you try.." She said with a soft laugh. She welcomed the roaming hands, encouraging it with her her hips and sighs of content, loofah, and proper washing all but forgotten. "Oh I know," She smiled, chewing her lip to keep the low moan locked away as he tugged on her ear, eyes slipping slightly.

Scott: His chest pressed against her back, his own erection trapped between their bodies. One  hand tilting her jaw to capture her lips the other slipping between her thighs, fingers teasing between her folds.

Emma: Loofah slipping from her hand, forgotten and useless, as she moved her fingers into his hair, knotting into the wet strands, keeping his lips fastened to her own. A breathy gasp parted her smiling lips.

Scott: He growled into the kiss. He loved having his hair pulled. His right hand palmed a breast, teasing at a nipple, the fingers of his left, running up and down her folds before circling her clit.

Emma: That was all the encouragement she needed to tighten her grip, smirking against his lips. Her body moved against his, into the hands that teased her, goosebumps breaking out over the skin. Raising her hips slightly to meet his hand.

Scott. "Emma..." in a pleading note. He remained that way a moment, kissing, teasing, fingers relentless on her before he was turning her around and pressing her into the wall.

Emma: Her name was music to her ears. The tone was just icing on the cake. Soft moans left her at the teasing touches and the kisses, more than willing to be spun, Emma chuckled slightly when her back met the wall, that mischievous grin on her face. Hand still in his hair, She yanked his lips to hers.

Scott: Groaning he kissed back fervently, he pressed her against the wall one hand on the back of her thigh. Still blind he was going off hot water on his back the feel of her body. ? "Fuck." he muttered strained. He took his length in hand rubbing along her slick entrance. "Miss me now?" he mumbled, a smirk against her lips

Emma: She kissed him with the same fever hands moving over his shoulders. The feel of his hand on the back of her thigh was direction enough to wrap the leg around his hip. A breathy chuckle leaving her. Fuck was right. "Who's the tease now?" she murmured before silencing any other reply with her lips.

Scott: Teasing required self-control turns out he didn't have any. He pushed into her with one stroke burying inside her. Fucking finally he sighed not knowing if he sighed it or thought it. Hips moved of their own accord setting a rigid pace

Emma: A slight groan mixed with a moan left her at impact. Followed quickly by a smirk wordlessly finding his thoughts amusing. Her leg tightened around him bringing him deeper inside, nails biting into his shoulders

Scott: Hand fisted in blonde hair as he felt teeth sink into his shoulder. Fingers dug into hips as he thrust, drowning on the feeling of her squeezing around him, getting more, harder.

Emma: A moan left her lips, the breath hot against his shoulder, as he gripped her hair. She rocked against him, hips pulling from the wall to meet him. Her nails moved down his back, pressing them chest to chest, bringing him deeper, needing to close any space between them. Her lips trailed along his neck nipping ever so often.

Scott: Eyes squeezing shut as he drove into her, desperate for release but never wanting to stop. A groan wrenched from him, their soapy bodies rocking against each other. Both hands held on to her hips before his hand drifted between them thumb pressing circles into her clit. Emma: Her skin tingled as they moved against each, breathing coming a bit more rapidly the closer she drew. Head tilting back, hair mashing up against the wall, Emma didn't even bother trying to muffle the gasp as his hand slipped between them but eagerly moved against it. Not normally one for begging she bit her lip just as desperate as he was, "Scott, please" She managed, grip on his tightening.

Scott: He nearly came right then and there. She never begged. His whole body tensed against the inevitable. Her voice, her body was driving him insane. "I wish I could see you." thumb moving rapidly against her, thrusts just on this side of controlled. "Come for me baby."

Emma: Her heart hammered against her chest, not needing to be a telepath to know what those words had done to him. She smirked beside herself. "I know..." Her eyes squeezed shut, impending release building too damn soon. "So close..." She groaned pressing into him, hips angling just right. Scott: He groaned half in frustration. Two months was too long. He braced a hand against the wall She was squeezing him just right. The sensation was just, fuck. A string of curses leaking from him. "Fuck. Em, you're going to make me-." he bucked against her, pressing up their bodies up against the wall. A hand-clapping over his eyes as bright red flared between his fingers.

Emma: She moved against him, needing it to be faster, harder but all the while wanting to savor the feeling. God, she'd missed it. Missed him. "Goooood..I just need-" She swallowed the rest of the words in a slur or incoherent sounds, back pressing into the cool wall.Her legs tightened around his waist, hand digging into his shoulder. Half a mind to tell him to remove his hand, she'd fix the damages later, but she thought better of it. She moved against him building friction, muscles coiling before his name tore from her lips loudly, body tense for a moment, slowly coming down from the high.

Scott: He tried to hold back but everything she did chipped away at him. When he came it felt violent, everything was tight and searing hot. He shuddered inside her. Gritting his teeth a strangled groan drawing out of him. He stilled against her for a long while, breaths heavy, making no move to separate from her soft curves. Head dipped against her shoulder. "Holy shit." he finally breathed out in a chuckle.

Emma: For a moment she was still, head pressing into the cold wall behind her as her chest rose and fell. Her hand traced a pattern down his shoulders, minding the marks that would show, before brushing her partially damp hair back as a laugh rippled through her "I agree." Legs boneless and trembling slightly, she didn't dare attempt to stand on her own, not willing to break just yet.

Scott: He smiled, hand helping to brush back her hair before kissing her lazily for a long while. "Can you reach my glasses?"

Emma: She matched his smile even though he couldn't see it. Lips lingered, hands lazily roamed over his back. Her feet slowly touching back down on the floor of the shower. "So much for not getting my hair wet, right?" She asked, before reaching, leaving the lax position she'd been in, for his glasses behind him. Gently she placed them on his face.."Just a tad foggy."

Scott: He let her down gently hands on her waist to steady her. Quiet as she placed the glasses over his eyes. She was probably the only person he'd let do this. "Just a little bit," he said opening his eyes. He kissed her again before pushing open the shower door. "Bed. Wine. Catch up and round two?"

Emma: She watched him for a moment, a smirk playing on her lips. "Mhm.We should look into something for the shower." She lingered there for a moment, savoring it before moving so the water washed over her. Head dipping back she sighed, legs still slightly uneasy. She shut it off with a laugh and a wink, "Yes, yes, should be some in the kitchen, you can get it and" She paused moving past him, "several rounds after that."

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I Can Explain Continuation

Scott: "Right. A few weeks..." Scott shut the door before following to the kitchen. "I wanted to tell you. If it wouldn't have compromised the mission I would have..." He scrubbed a hand over his face. At no point did she ask for excuses or explanations and yet he’s giving them. "I wanted to stay. Here. With you. But I had to do this. I had to.". He walked to her, hand pinching the muscles at the back of his neck. “Good because they’re friends. They can take care of you if... something happens and I’m not here.”. Eyes flicker over her, taken aback by her reaction. “Come on. Of course, I care- You know I do.” snapping more than he had a right to. 

Emma: Her eyes fell shut as he spoke and she remained silent as he spoke. Her back was to him, so her expression displaced hurt, schooling into neutrality as she faced him. "Right.. compromise the mission. Of course, a simple 'Hey still alive, something came up' was a little too much to manage." Though it made sense, and she did understand. She licked her lips as she spoke again. "I know....I /know/." She did. Somewhere past the hurt and anger, she understood. Had to, because she would have done the same. She'd encouraged him, hadn't she? "I don't need them to take care of me. I'm capable of doing it myself.." Her gaze met his, jaw tightening, "Do I?"

Scott: Anger would have been easier to contend with, hate even. This was worse. Hiding behind a veil of composure like with everyone else. "I /wanted/ to tell you. Leaving you was the worst of it. But I couldn't take the risk." he replied, moving towards her. "You know... but it doesn't make it any better. I made a choice. Just yell at me, or slap me. Something." he pleaded. Anything was better than this quiet resentment. "Everyone needs other people Emma, especially.. now." he sighed. "Don't do that. You know how I felt. Why else do you think I'm here? I want to take care of you and ... whatever you decide". 

Emma: Her hands fell from her arms to fist at her side. Emotions were messy. This was messy. She wanted to be angry with his choice. But she'd done the same hadn't she once upon a time. Trying to protect him. "That wasn't just your call to make!" she stepped toward him. "No, it doesn't make it better because you still left!" She was too tired to hold it all back now. "After everything, I told you...I let you in, I fell in love with you, and...you...Ugh! You left like everyone else, Scott!" Her voice was louder now, yelling at him.

She didn't quite care if she woke Tony or Alex. "And I want to be angry! And I want to hate you for it....I really, really want to hate you for it. But I don't. For the love of me I don't..." the venom, the tone she'd had earlier vanished...dying down slowly. "Maybe so... but I think I've done a pretty good job taking care of myself." She's deflated, looking away from him, "Funny way to show it..." Her brow crinkled, "’Whatever I decided?’ What does that even mean?"

Scott: "I can't be like everyone else, Emma. I won't. We can't- end like..." Scott wrenched a hand through his hair. He could barely look her in the eye. "I thought I'd never hurt you.... I swore to myself I would never, ever hurt you. But I... I convinced myself you'd get over it. That you never really felt that way. I still didn't think.. this could've been real. "

"You should hate me," he said watching her carefully. Scott reached out tentatively, stepping close, a light squeeze on her arm. His voice dropped, "But you should know, I'm in love with you. And I have loved you for a very long time. I know what's important now. I don't want to waste any more of it.".  He shook his head to her question, dismissing it in response. Something they could deal with later. Emma: His words stung a little. Stung a lot. "Well...you did." It's not loud or forceful but quiet and it's true. "Get over it? " She laughed, it's not a humorous one. "I went weeks thinking if I’d only talked you out of going, maybe it wouldn’t have happened… Weeks!” She sighed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears. “It's kind of hard to get over something like that. You were the first person... in a very long time that just…wanted me. Not my telepathy. Not my body. Not a crack at someone else. But me..." She dropped her gaze swallowing hard, a shaky breath leaving her. "It's real for me...” Her gaze met his for a moment. “But I don’t… Lucky for you I’m not a hypocrite. I get it. Against my better judgment, I understand…Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt--doesn’t hurt still.” She wants to jerk from his touch, flinches slightly at the squeeze, but she let him move closer. “I want to believe you, just hard to right now..” 

Scott: He cringed at that, remembering all too well what it was like to be on the other side of it. "I know. I shouldn't have done that to you.". He was still as he listened, chewing over her words. "You're still too good for me... You made me believe in myself." he gave a weak smile. "Made me think I could change the world. "

Scott steadily drew nearer, head bowing against hers. "I know..." Softly, he cupped her face, "But you don't have to believe me...". Gently, he was opening his mind, broadcasting the feelings of admiration turned to warmth then love that had been building since he'd met her, with only a tinge of the sadness of the past few months. 

Emma: At least he could acknowledge that. And it was something. "No, you shouldn't have." She snorted, all but forgiving, shaking her head, "I am, yes. I'm too good for everyone." It was a slight joke if only to keep herself from tearing up. She was not going to cry. Not now. There was enough of that already Even if a few tears fell she'd blame it on being too tired. "You can change the world...you will change the world." She was sure of it, it was clear in the way she said the words. She might not have thought so before but now? It was crystal clear. She relaxed against his hold only slightly. 

Far too stubborn to be won over that easily. Her eyes closed briefly at the feeling of his mind against her. Funny how she missed it. It meant something that he let her in like this. She swallowed hard before opening her eyes. “You’re still an idiot.”

 Scott:"I am very sorry. I have the feeling I'll be spending a lot of time apologizing." He joked. "It's true. You're too good for me," he repeated with absolute sincerity. He wouldn't soften it into a joke because it was the truth. "Stop it. I'll fall in love with you again.". But the determination of her words quieted him. "I want to," he said honestly. 

He breathed out a slow breath, basking in the closeness he'd been longing for all this time. "Agreed..." he opened his eyes a half smirk on his face. 

Emma: “Yeah, you probably will." She assured him with an adamant nod of her head. "We can agree on that." Even if she wasn't too sure about how good she was most days, she could at least pretend. He was good for her. "Oh?" She smirked beside herself, that wasn't entirely a bad thing. "I'll keep that in mind." She cupped the side of his face making him look at her. "You will. You're too good a man not to." She smiled only slightly; maybe she'd missed more than just his mind. "Smart man."

 Scott: Mhmm. Look forward to it." he hummed. "Yes, we can," he said satisfied. He snorted. "Okay sweetheart you do that. You really don't need me to fall more in love with you.". He only nodded. He threaded his fingers through hers, kissing her palm. A simple gesture where he didn't have the words. "Smartest idiot there ever was," he said quietly.

Emma: "I do like when people grovel and beg." How easily she fell back into that jest She rose a brow at him, "Huh, you say that like it's a challenge. And I think you know how I feel about those. Maybe I do?" She gave him hand a slight squeeze. She was still...hurt but it was a step in the right direction. She chuckled softly in agreement. Nodding her head. "On most days."

Scott: "I'm keeping that in mind." he promised "Only you'd take it as one. Not possible." he chuckled. He wrapped an arm around her waist. "I really am sorry."

Emma: "Do it comes in handy." She offered. "And you say that like it's a terrible thing. There are worse things. Anything possible." She smiled softly leaning into him."I know...It'll just take some time to not be as upset."

Scott:"Got it. When in doubt, grovel. What I get for dating a queen.". He hummed "I don't know if you want that. I might start following you like a lost puppy. Very awkward.". He smiled back, voice turning quieter "Just... If you want some space, I get it."

Emma: "As if you expected less?" She asked amused. She scrunched her nose up at the image. "You're probably right. That's a little too clingy. And as adorable as that image is, it's more than awkward." She looked up at him, a soft sigh leaving her. "I know...” Her voice was quieter, soft, “I don't-" a paused, "I don't think I want space right now. Had months of space right?"

 Scott: "I had /no idea/ what to expect." he laughed. "You could carry me around in a little bag.". He gave a slow nod. "Good... Thank god-" then pressed into her for a very very very desperate kiss. 

Emma: "Clearly you've forgotten who you're dating." She smiled at him. "I have the perfect bag for that." She teased but it died slightly as she chewed her lip. She melted against him slightly, missing that more than anything

Scott: “How could I. Only I wasn't sure if we would /still/ be dating.". He rolled his eyes, "Of course you do.". He pulled her a little tighter against him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. "You have no idea how much I missed you Emma." he sighed between kisses. 

Emma: "Quite easily it appears..." She shrugged, "Weren't you the one who said we couldn't go back to...whatever it was?" It'd crossed her mind. A lot but still there was something else there. "And shoes to match. A lot of shoes..." Her fingers moved through his hair as she pressed against him, "Oh? Well please feel free to express it." She managed with a smirk letting her body relax.

Scott: "It'd be agony but that's me. You could have easily kicked me to the curb... I was certain you would.". He chuckled. "Thank you for making room in your life for me, next to the shoes.". His hand pressed against the small of her back. Kisses hungrier as he nipped at her lip. "You realize, I haven't seen a woman in a few months..." 

Emma:: "And agony you almost deserve. But I am a benevolent queen. The thought crossed my mind, but clearly, I'm not that terrible a person anymore.” that much was clear, “But jeez thanks for that vote of confidence." She smiled brightly, "There's always room for shoes. You should feel honored for ranking that high." She inhaled deeply, hands moving under his shirt. She smirked at his lip. "Can't tell. At all. Whatsoever"

Scott: "I didn't mean- I gave you more than enough reason.". He scoffed eyes rolling. "My God. Next to the Jimmy Choos. I am, I really am.". He tried to take a breath, to rein it in but he wasn't thinking very clearly. He broke apart only to pull off his shirt. Lips moved to her jaw and the column of her throat.

Emma: "Not enough I guess." She supplied her own eye roll, "Alright, don't push it." She chuckled slightly, chewing on her lip at the sight. Her head tilted slightly before her arms snaked around him again.

 Scott: "I'll take it.". He smirked. "I plan on pushing it. A lot." "Room?" he murmured face buried in her neck, pulling up the shirt as his hands ran up her back. "Stark in?" 

Emma: She giggled slightly, "Oh really, good luck with that." She made a vague motion toward her room with on of her hand to the right of the living room clearly preoccupied. "Would it really matter if he was?" She asked pulling back just slightly as to look at him

 Scott: "-Hell no". With that, Scott hoisted her up over his shoulder in a fireman carry and walked to her room. 

Emma: "Good answer" It came out in a slightly surprised squeak.

 Scott: He laid her on the bed, crawling up for a deep kiss before pulling away. "I really need a shower. I think you need one too..." he smirked

 Emma: Her lip sucked between her teeth as he moved over her welcoming the kiss. A slight giggle left her at his words. "We should fix that." She gently pushed him from her before plucking his lips with her own. Swiftly she moved to the door of her bathroom. Tossing a sultry smile at him over her shoulder, "You coming?"

Scott: Scott grins wetting his lips. "Jesus" he hissed out, following behind her. "You are far too sexy." he said, kissing the curve of her neck, hands on her hips sliding the shirt up hands roving over her body. He wasn't lasting long.