Sugar
Title: Sugar
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: PG-13
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 226
Prompt: 022. Honey Dust
Apologies: Just a short one. Later in the Didi-era.
“What happened to you?”
Emily glowered as she dropped the containment poncho the factory had given her on the way out. “Don’t ask.” She shook her head. “Just… don’t ask.”
Emma giggled as the white powder that coated her clothes and skin came into view. “I can’t ask?”
“Never ever volunteer to chaperone field trips to candy factories.”
“I think I may have told you this before you ventured off into the wilds unknown.”
Emily shook her head and looked down at her self. “Is there something about us that means we have to have the spawn of Satan for a daughter?”
Emma pursed her lips and seemed to consider this seriously. “Yes, I think there is. I think it may be genetic.”
Emily laughed and started stripping off her sweater, sending clouds of dust floating into the air. Emma sniffed hesitantly. “Is that… artificial strawberry?”
Emily nodded, dropping her shirt on the pile of dirty clothes. “The factory said it was non toxic, just sugar dust.”
“Hmm.” Emma reached out and caught her hand and brought it up to her face. She drew Emily’s index finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a long moment. Emily stood there, in bra and jeans, her jaw slack from the sudden action. Emma released her and smiled, wrinkling her nose.
“Too much sugar ruins the flavor.”
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: PG-13
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 226
Prompt: 022. Honey Dust
Apologies: Just a short one. Later in the Didi-era.
“What happened to you?”
Emily glowered as she dropped the containment poncho the factory had given her on the way out. “Don’t ask.” She shook her head. “Just… don’t ask.”
Emma giggled as the white powder that coated her clothes and skin came into view. “I can’t ask?”
“Never ever volunteer to chaperone field trips to candy factories.”
“I think I may have told you this before you ventured off into the wilds unknown.”
Emily shook her head and looked down at her self. “Is there something about us that means we have to have the spawn of Satan for a daughter?”
Emma pursed her lips and seemed to consider this seriously. “Yes, I think there is. I think it may be genetic.”
Emily laughed and started stripping off her sweater, sending clouds of dust floating into the air. Emma sniffed hesitantly. “Is that… artificial strawberry?”
Emily nodded, dropping her shirt on the pile of dirty clothes. “The factory said it was non toxic, just sugar dust.”
“Hmm.” Emma reached out and caught her hand and brought it up to her face. She drew Emily’s index finger into her mouth and sucked on it for a long moment. Emily stood there, in bra and jeans, her jaw slack from the sudden action. Emma released her and smiled, wrinkling her nose.
“Too much sugar ruins the flavor.”