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Bits and Pieces	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 6461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bits and Pieces Chapter Sixteen
Disclaimers Apply

Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN
ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *GLOMP * InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink, Graywolf and Dracena are loverly and Wondermous for
archiving/hosting. ProPhile: Why are you
reading this when you have work to do?
Morgan: How you?
Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for reading/reviewing as you can. And now� smut!

It was
early afternoon and he knew he had work to do but he could just not bring
himself to move. He was not tired, per
se, but sated and in his satisfaction, slothful. He rolled onto his side, reaching for Emma,
only to find a cool pillow and a neatly made half of his bed. Sean blinked and frowned, sitting up groggily. �Emma?� he called, thinking that she might be
in the bathroom. After a moment when no
answer was forthcoming, Sean shifted himself out of bed, yawning and stretching
as he padded towards the bathroom, naked and unashamed of it. �Emma, you there?�
_*No,* _
came the reply, loud in his mind. _*Get
dressed and come downstairs immediately. *_
She was in
a mood, he knew without asking further questions. He
sighed and glanced at the bed again, half made and half disheveled. It was almost as if she were trying to wipe
out any sign of their lovemaking the night before, the bed being made so
painfully neat and leaving without waking him.
_It wasn�t that bad, _ he thought defensively. _In fact, it was damned good� _ He turned and went into the bathroom, locking
the door out of habit as he got ready to shower. Last night, he decided, had been one of the
better encounters of his sex life. He
refused to delude himself and say it was because he was in love with her
because, he sighed inwardly, he had been in love with Theresa�s mother, too,
and it had never been like that. Last
night, he thought as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, had been, to
say the least, intense. She had come to
him late, after midnight, wearing her
usual white robe. He had been surprised
to see her barefooted, so used to her in high heels or boots. Emma had stood in his doorway, looking at
him, her mind shielded and eyes neutral as he sat up in bed. �Something wrong?� he asked her.
She shook
her head and moved towards him, stopping next to his bed. �Nothing,� she replied softly. She leaned down then and kissed him, her lips
bare of lipstick and face powderless as she shifted, straddling
him then pressing against him, her tongue parting his lips against hers,
darting into his mouth and deepening the kiss steadily. Her robe parted, sliding from her shoulders as
her hands moved down his arms to his wrists when she broke the kiss. The silky fabric exposed pale skin, one thin
and light pink scar marring her collarbone, so faint that it was almost nonexistent
but still shocked him to see it, on some deep level. She reached up and touched the mark, her eyes
hooded and lips quirked in a distantly amused moue. �Childhood injury,� she said softly.
�You were
never a child, Emma,� he replied, leaning back.
She moved with him, stretching out along his body, her slight weight
making his breathing only minimally labored. �You have always been a woman� your soul is
too old to permit childishness.�
She raised
a blonde brow. �You�re never so eloquent
as when presented with the possibility of wanton lust.� She pushed herself up,
her hands on his chest, red nails pressing ever so slightly into his
flesh. She untied her robe without
looking away from his intent gaze, letting it fall to the floor as she shifted
again, her bare sex pressing against his turgid length. �This first time is to sate the lust,� she
said in an almost businesslike manner.
Sean almost
protested but she did not give him time.
She slid over him, taking him into her body, arching her back slightly
as he entered her. He felt her mind reach
for his and he wondered how much of that was instinctive and how much was
intentional. The connection shot through
him like fire, making him aware of every nerve in his body, of every sensation
no matter how slight. The cool roughness
of the sheets against his skin, the heat of her thighs and sex and even the
slight trembling in his own fingers as he reached for her hips seemed to be
magnified ten times over. Emma�s eyes
remained locked to his gaze�it almost unnerved him, the intensity of her
expression as she moved against him and over him, her breasts swaying with the
rhythm she set, her lips finally parting as he reached between them, her
fingers finding the most sensitive of spots on her body. He gasped sharply then, Emma�s slight smile
the only indication she was aware that her connection had opened further.[1] Sean had to bite down on his lip to keep
silent then, the feelings coursing through him and crashing over him like waves
almost too much to handle. Emma�s
breathing quickened, soft murmurs rising from her throat as she moved faster,
leaning towards him again for a kiss, her lips at his throat and jaw and collar
bone, her back arching like a cat�s. Sean
felt her tighten around him, her body drawing response from his, demanding
it. He choked on a groan and his climax
was torn from him, filling her as she gasped and moved erratically, arching and
bowing as she shuddered in release, bending over him at last, kissing him
soundly on the lips, then jaw and ears. After
several minutes of gasping quiet, Sean finally found his voice. �What about the
second time?�

_*SEAN! *_
Emma�s
voice in his mind made his body jerk.
The shower water went cold and he knew, no matter what she would claim
about old pipes, she had done it somehow.
The
bathroom door swung open and she was there, on the other side of the shower
curtain. �Sean, hurry up. Get dressed.�
He smiled
faintly, sticking his head out of the shower, determined not to let her know
the cold water bothered him. �What? Not
joining me?�
�We�re
going to Bayville. Hurry up.�
He groaned
as she turned to depart. �We just LEFT
Bayville!�
�Put on
some pants. You have ten minutes.�

[1] A lot
less dirty than it sounds here.
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