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Feed The Need by a_q, X-Men, 2#13
Title: Feed the Need
Author: a_q
Fandom: X-Men (movie)
Claim: Mystique / Emma Frost
Theme List: 2
Theme: 13 - needles and knives
Rating: R for violence and such
Description: After X1 but not quite X2 - Being a politician can get on your nerves in the long run and then you need a distraction.
Disclaimer: Marvel & Fox own it all.
Emma pierced a strawberry to a silver dessert fork and dipped the berry into a crystal bowl filled with mixture of Mascarpone and whipped cream. She inspected the treat - the white mousse covering the red berry into its depths. She could have formed an elegant analogy from this sight, but she decided it was too much of a cliché.
“Fingers next?”
A sudden lick of the tip of her tongue, and the cream formed a new shape. Without biting on the berry, Emma dipped it back to the bowl, forming a new stiff peak. She considered the suggestion, prodding the mind of a man who sat duck taped to a chair in front of her. His mind was still like a bamboo - it bent but did not break. Emma sighed, shifting in her seat so that the top of the art vibrator inside her was in better position.
“Start from the ring finger.”
There was a sudden ugly cracking sound as man's finger was broken in two. The man screamed but it was hardly audible through the muffler. Emma bite down to the strawberry, the combination of sourness and sweetness filling her mouth, tickling her taste buds. The agony of the tortured man lingered through the strawberry, metallic after taste in the back of Emma's throat. She smiled dreamily.
“What do you like, dear Mystique?” Emma asked suddenly, kicking her silk clad leg back and forth like a bored child. This helped to densify the tight feeling in her belly. She had all the treats and toys, but Mystique was having all the fun.
Mystique circled the man tied to a chair, a blue and black shadow against the white decor of the room. Emma admired the woman's style. She was an artist, in the true sense of the word - skill and imagination in perfect balance. Mystique had worked her art on the man's body almost an hour and her pulse had not even raised yet.
“Chocolate.” Mystique did something quick around the man's elbows. His eyes rolled over as he passed out from the pain. “Well. How unfortunate.” Mystique sighed, looking a bit displeased.
“Oh don't worry, he'll wake up. Do have some cake while waiting, it's very good.” Emma offered, like a proper host. Cocktail party, business negotiation or torture session, it made no difference. She pierced another strawberry to her fork, swirling the fork between her fingers before dipping it into the white foam. “Try the one with Belgium chocolate. It's only a step away from being an orgasm in cake form.”
Emma admired the teasing sway of her hips as Mystique walked over to the dessert table. The table was filled with all types of desserts imaginable, one of every kind. Next to the food dishes, was a table with equally impressive selection. Needles, scalpels, scissors, sharp implements with unknown function, dry ice, a small blowtorch. One of every kind. Mystique only eyed them shortly, but Emma picked up the longing feeling from her mind. It was colour of the summer rain, tasting faintly like ripe cherries.
“Patience, patience.” Emma scolded gently, before biting down the strawberry, licking the juice before it had a chance to drop. “Shame to break him too soon. Have some cake instead. You won't be disappointed.”
Mystique cocked her eyebrow as silent question and picked up a silver fork. She obviously did not believe the power of Emma's taste. Emma just smiled and waited as she sunk the fork into a triple layer chocolate cake, taking a bite. Her golden eyes widened suddenly. Emma giggled delighted and returned to kick her slender leg, back and forth.
“Chocolate buff... Hm. Does it indicate that you like sex better as a girl? Or with a girl?” Emma wondered, dropping the remnants of the strawberry into a champagne glass. The berry floated amongst the bubbles, bleeding red juice in the golden liquid. Mystique stared at her for a while, and then laughed suddenly. It was a surprising sound, soft and enticing.
“Depends. The mood, the aim...” Mystique licked the fork clean, yellow eyes shining. “...The company.”
“My my! What a clever sub-context. You naughty girl, you.” Emma said, sipping champagne. Mystique put the plate down and moved closer, placing herself against the chair so that she could see into Emma's eyes but not really touch her.
“You are the one with soaked panties, not me." She whispered, glancing quickly down and then back to Emma.
Emma turned her perfect lips up to almost meet hers, looking in the golden depths. She smiled, teasingly. “That's not fair, you don't wear panties...” Emma reached her hand, slipping her white fingers against Mystique's shining blue skin, stroking gently back and forth against her pussy. "...Oh, so wet already..." Emma drew her hand back and licked her finger with same dedication that she had given to the berry and cream.
Mystique did not answer, but she did not move away either. Emma smiled wider and leaned up to close the gap between them. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly tasting of chocolate. Emma dived deeper, forcing her mouth open, making her react. It was a duel, a test, both inspecting the secrets held behind their tongues. Strawberries and chocolate, lust and champagne.
The man woke up with a snap, struggling instinctively. Emma looked at Mystique, panting slightly from the force of the kiss. “15 gauge needles?”
“Too thin.” She was short of breath as well. “The occasion calls for 10 gauge.”
The man started to struggle harder, as Mystique straightened up. Emma sighed happily, and pierced a new strawberry to her fork. Mystique picked up a long needle and kneeled next to the man, jabbing the needle with shift move inside his calf. A small trickle of blood started to run to the white carpet. Emma stared at it with fascination, squirming without noticing. Mystique glanced over her shoulder, flashing a smile.
"Patience, remember? There are still the knives, so don't you dare come now..."
Emma squeezed her knees together and relaxed, regaining her composure. She returned to stare the strawberry with bored look on her pretty face. "Ah, yes... Such a treat. After we are finished here, are you going to tell me what you want from return of your time and effort?"
"Perhaps."
Emma was not quite satisfied with the answer, but then again she did not want to interrupt the artist while she was working. Patience was a virtue they seemed to share. It would be interesting to see who would cave in first. Emma smiled to herself, nibbling the berry and kicking her leg back and forth in slow rhythm.
Author: a_q
Fandom: X-Men (movie)
Claim: Mystique / Emma Frost
Theme List: 2
Theme: 13 - needles and knives
Rating: R for violence and such
Description: After X1 but not quite X2 - Being a politician can get on your nerves in the long run and then you need a distraction.
Disclaimer: Marvel & Fox own it all.
Emma pierced a strawberry to a silver dessert fork and dipped the berry into a crystal bowl filled with mixture of Mascarpone and whipped cream. She inspected the treat - the white mousse covering the red berry into its depths. She could have formed an elegant analogy from this sight, but she decided it was too much of a cliché.
“Fingers next?”
A sudden lick of the tip of her tongue, and the cream formed a new shape. Without biting on the berry, Emma dipped it back to the bowl, forming a new stiff peak. She considered the suggestion, prodding the mind of a man who sat duck taped to a chair in front of her. His mind was still like a bamboo - it bent but did not break. Emma sighed, shifting in her seat so that the top of the art vibrator inside her was in better position.
“Start from the ring finger.”
There was a sudden ugly cracking sound as man's finger was broken in two. The man screamed but it was hardly audible through the muffler. Emma bite down to the strawberry, the combination of sourness and sweetness filling her mouth, tickling her taste buds. The agony of the tortured man lingered through the strawberry, metallic after taste in the back of Emma's throat. She smiled dreamily.
“What do you like, dear Mystique?” Emma asked suddenly, kicking her silk clad leg back and forth like a bored child. This helped to densify the tight feeling in her belly. She had all the treats and toys, but Mystique was having all the fun.
Mystique circled the man tied to a chair, a blue and black shadow against the white decor of the room. Emma admired the woman's style. She was an artist, in the true sense of the word - skill and imagination in perfect balance. Mystique had worked her art on the man's body almost an hour and her pulse had not even raised yet.
“Chocolate.” Mystique did something quick around the man's elbows. His eyes rolled over as he passed out from the pain. “Well. How unfortunate.” Mystique sighed, looking a bit displeased.
“Oh don't worry, he'll wake up. Do have some cake while waiting, it's very good.” Emma offered, like a proper host. Cocktail party, business negotiation or torture session, it made no difference. She pierced another strawberry to her fork, swirling the fork between her fingers before dipping it into the white foam. “Try the one with Belgium chocolate. It's only a step away from being an orgasm in cake form.”
Emma admired the teasing sway of her hips as Mystique walked over to the dessert table. The table was filled with all types of desserts imaginable, one of every kind. Next to the food dishes, was a table with equally impressive selection. Needles, scalpels, scissors, sharp implements with unknown function, dry ice, a small blowtorch. One of every kind. Mystique only eyed them shortly, but Emma picked up the longing feeling from her mind. It was colour of the summer rain, tasting faintly like ripe cherries.
“Patience, patience.” Emma scolded gently, before biting down the strawberry, licking the juice before it had a chance to drop. “Shame to break him too soon. Have some cake instead. You won't be disappointed.”
Mystique cocked her eyebrow as silent question and picked up a silver fork. She obviously did not believe the power of Emma's taste. Emma just smiled and waited as she sunk the fork into a triple layer chocolate cake, taking a bite. Her golden eyes widened suddenly. Emma giggled delighted and returned to kick her slender leg, back and forth.
“Chocolate buff... Hm. Does it indicate that you like sex better as a girl? Or with a girl?” Emma wondered, dropping the remnants of the strawberry into a champagne glass. The berry floated amongst the bubbles, bleeding red juice in the golden liquid. Mystique stared at her for a while, and then laughed suddenly. It was a surprising sound, soft and enticing.
“Depends. The mood, the aim...” Mystique licked the fork clean, yellow eyes shining. “...The company.”
“My my! What a clever sub-context. You naughty girl, you.” Emma said, sipping champagne. Mystique put the plate down and moved closer, placing herself against the chair so that she could see into Emma's eyes but not really touch her.
“You are the one with soaked panties, not me." She whispered, glancing quickly down and then back to Emma.
Emma turned her perfect lips up to almost meet hers, looking in the golden depths. She smiled, teasingly. “That's not fair, you don't wear panties...” Emma reached her hand, slipping her white fingers against Mystique's shining blue skin, stroking gently back and forth against her pussy. "...Oh, so wet already..." Emma drew her hand back and licked her finger with same dedication that she had given to the berry and cream.
Mystique did not answer, but she did not move away either. Emma smiled wider and leaned up to close the gap between them. Her lips were soft and warm, slightly tasting of chocolate. Emma dived deeper, forcing her mouth open, making her react. It was a duel, a test, both inspecting the secrets held behind their tongues. Strawberries and chocolate, lust and champagne.
The man woke up with a snap, struggling instinctively. Emma looked at Mystique, panting slightly from the force of the kiss. “15 gauge needles?”
“Too thin.” She was short of breath as well. “The occasion calls for 10 gauge.”
The man started to struggle harder, as Mystique straightened up. Emma sighed happily, and pierced a new strawberry to her fork. Mystique picked up a long needle and kneeled next to the man, jabbing the needle with shift move inside his calf. A small trickle of blood started to run to the white carpet. Emma stared at it with fascination, squirming without noticing. Mystique glanced over her shoulder, flashing a smile.
"Patience, remember? There are still the knives, so don't you dare come now..."
Emma squeezed her knees together and relaxed, regaining her composure. She returned to stare the strawberry with bored look on her pretty face. "Ah, yes... Such a treat. After we are finished here, are you going to tell me what you want from return of your time and effort?"
"Perhaps."
Emma was not quite satisfied with the answer, but then again she did not want to interrupt the artist while she was working. Patience was a virtue they seemed to share. It would be interesting to see who would cave in first. Emma smiled to herself, nibbling the berry and kicking her leg back and forth in slow rhythm.