It's Hard to be a Man 2
Title: It's Hard to be a Man part 2
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1008
Prompt: 028. Anonymous
Apologies: Christ, remember this piece of trashy porn? My head decided it needed a sequel. Baby stealing always needs a sequel. I have learned this from Soap Operas. Unfortunately I cannot pretend anymore: this is a StarTrek AU. (Although I think it was heavily influenced by Flora Segunda- which is an awesome book. And not sketchy at all, as it is Kids Fantasy.)
Part 1
It was almost a month later when Emma banged on her spaceport.
“What? What are you doing here?”
She looked gorgeous, her hair lush and thick, dressed in a tight sparkly dress that was far too formal for that time of day.
“No, ‘hello, Emma?’” She pushed past her into the compact officer’s quarters. She glanced around appraisingly, with a critical expression that said, ‘yes, I could have this, and am very satisfied that I don’t.’
“Are you…?” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
Emma spun to look at her and arched an eyebrow. “Yes. Four, five weeks, he said. I’m beginning to have second thoughts. The puking needs to be over with.”
“Oh,” Emily felt dazed by this information.
“But that’s not why I’m here.”
“Why are you here?”
“Because I’m as horny as fuck, and I can’t stop thinking about the way you give head.”
“Don’t you have a husband?”
Emma glared at her. “Are you having an attack of conscience? I can wait until it passes.”
“I’m not going to help you cheat!”
“Because you had such a problem with that when you put your dick in my mouth.”
“I didn’t know it was you!”
“Oh, please. Like it mattered. The only woman without a husband at the party was your mother. Anyways, you owe me.”
“Owe you? For what?”
“For that time I ate you out in training and you passed out on me before returning the favor.”
“What?”
Emma looked away uncomfortably. “It was at the party after the marches.”
Emily froze. She remembered that party, well, some of it. “That was you? Why didn't you say anything?”
“I was a first-year cadet. You didn’t know my name and you didn’t recognize me afterward. Why should I give you that ammunition?”
“I was seriously dehydrated. I ended up in the med-bay for like two weeks after that, so pissed at myself, because I picked up a cute underclassman and didn’t get her name.” She glanced down. “I thought I had hallucinated the sex.”
“Yeah,” Emma shook her head. “I would have broken your heart.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“No, I’m trying to cheat on my husband.” She gave Emily a sly look. “Can we get back to that?”
* * *
Third year cadets, as their final exam, had to go through a grueling month on an uninhabitable planet. To make the month even more of a challenge, each squad was given a flag. The squad with the most flags at the end would win high honors, which often lead to good appointments and quick promotions. That year, Emily’s squad won, and they were hailed as conquering heroes on their return to campus.
The party engulfed the entire campus. Even the losers joined in and bought the winners drinks. Emily ate up the attention. She wasn’t a prole, basically furniture, she was a real soldier, and the alcohol went straight to her head.
That was when she saw her, the most gorgeous cadet she had ever seen, and she was looking at her from a booth, hesitant. Emily nodded her over, and she saluted, like a prole ought to. “I wanted to congratulate you.”
Emily grinned. “Thanks.”
“Any tips?”
“Don’t die.”
The cadet laughed. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Emily wrinkled her nose. “I think I’ve had enough alcohol, but I could use a coffee. Want to come?”
The cadet nodded, and followed her out of the bar. Then she put her hand on Emily’s arm. Emily stopped and glanced back at her.
“My friends dared me to talk to you.”
“Why?”
“But that wasn’t the whole dare. They dared me to kiss you too.”
The cadet stepped in and pressed her mouth against Emily’s. Emily was hesitant. It was a dare, right? But the cadet kissed like she wanted to stroke Emily’s pharynx with her tongue.
“I don’t have any idea why they thought I’d refuse.”
Emily stared at her blankly.
“Come on.”
They ended up in a abandoned common room, on the sofa, making out. The cadet was straddling her lap, leaning over her, one hand wrapped around Emily’s tightly bound ponytail, the other opening her jacket. Her fingers slid inside Emily’s trousers and curled into her sex, and Emily moaned into her mouth.
It was too much. Was it the alcohol? It felt like an altered state, the world spinning as the cadet moved down her body, opening her pants. A jazz trombone played formants in her ears.
“Oh god,” she felt sick and spinny, the sweat on her face turning cold. She caught the cadet’s shoulder, pushing her up. The girl’s eyes, sharp, hurt, confused, and so blue-
And then everything went black.
* * *
There was no surprise in that she thought it had been a hallucination.
There was also little surprise that the cadet (Emma, she still couldn’t quite believe it was Emma) had decided to make her life a living hell for the next two years. She had thought it was natural dislike, not a true grievance, but she was wrong.
“Why have you forgiven me for that?” Honestly, having the person you’re trying to fuck pass out on you must have been traumatic.
“Why, or when?” asked Emma stiffly, uncomfortable with the conversation.
“When, if that’s what you want to tell me.”
“In the bathroom, when I realized I had stolen something from you, something you wanted.”
Emily felt sick. “You didn’t-“
“It doesn’t matter. I have forgiven you for that. I need you to do the same for me.”
Emily’s eyes dropped to her stomach. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Emma nodded. “I understand.” She stepped in, pressing a finger against her lower lip. “Now, how about instead of thinking that it’s helping me cheat, think that it’s finishing what we started.”
What we never had the chance to start, went unsaid.
“You would have broken my heart,” whispered Emily, weakly.
“Instead I had to save your life.”
“Yeah,” Emily leaned in and let their lips brush together.
* * *
Part 3
Author: Alsike
Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over
Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss
Rating: NC-17
AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.
Word Count: 1008
Prompt: 028. Anonymous
Apologies: Christ, remember this piece of trashy porn? My head decided it needed a sequel. Baby stealing always needs a sequel. I have learned this from Soap Operas. Unfortunately I cannot pretend anymore: this is a StarTrek AU. (Although I think it was heavily influenced by Flora Segunda- which is an awesome book. And not sketchy at all, as it is Kids Fantasy.)
Part 1
It was almost a month later when Emma banged on her spaceport.
“What? What are you doing here?”
She looked gorgeous, her hair lush and thick, dressed in a tight sparkly dress that was far too formal for that time of day.
“No, ‘hello, Emma?’” She pushed past her into the compact officer’s quarters. She glanced around appraisingly, with a critical expression that said, ‘yes, I could have this, and am very satisfied that I don’t.’
“Are you…?” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
Emma spun to look at her and arched an eyebrow. “Yes. Four, five weeks, he said. I’m beginning to have second thoughts. The puking needs to be over with.”
“Oh,” Emily felt dazed by this information.
“But that’s not why I’m here.”
“Why are you here?”
“Because I’m as horny as fuck, and I can’t stop thinking about the way you give head.”
“Don’t you have a husband?”
Emma glared at her. “Are you having an attack of conscience? I can wait until it passes.”
“I’m not going to help you cheat!”
“Because you had such a problem with that when you put your dick in my mouth.”
“I didn’t know it was you!”
“Oh, please. Like it mattered. The only woman without a husband at the party was your mother. Anyways, you owe me.”
“Owe you? For what?”
“For that time I ate you out in training and you passed out on me before returning the favor.”
“What?”
Emma looked away uncomfortably. “It was at the party after the marches.”
Emily froze. She remembered that party, well, some of it. “That was you? Why didn't you say anything?”
“I was a first-year cadet. You didn’t know my name and you didn’t recognize me afterward. Why should I give you that ammunition?”
“I was seriously dehydrated. I ended up in the med-bay for like two weeks after that, so pissed at myself, because I picked up a cute underclassman and didn’t get her name.” She glanced down. “I thought I had hallucinated the sex.”
“Yeah,” Emma shook her head. “I would have broken your heart.”
“At least you’re honest.”
“No, I’m trying to cheat on my husband.” She gave Emily a sly look. “Can we get back to that?”
* * *
Third year cadets, as their final exam, had to go through a grueling month on an uninhabitable planet. To make the month even more of a challenge, each squad was given a flag. The squad with the most flags at the end would win high honors, which often lead to good appointments and quick promotions. That year, Emily’s squad won, and they were hailed as conquering heroes on their return to campus.
The party engulfed the entire campus. Even the losers joined in and bought the winners drinks. Emily ate up the attention. She wasn’t a prole, basically furniture, she was a real soldier, and the alcohol went straight to her head.
That was when she saw her, the most gorgeous cadet she had ever seen, and she was looking at her from a booth, hesitant. Emily nodded her over, and she saluted, like a prole ought to. “I wanted to congratulate you.”
Emily grinned. “Thanks.”
“Any tips?”
“Don’t die.”
The cadet laughed. “Can I buy you a drink?”
Emily wrinkled her nose. “I think I’ve had enough alcohol, but I could use a coffee. Want to come?”
The cadet nodded, and followed her out of the bar. Then she put her hand on Emily’s arm. Emily stopped and glanced back at her.
“My friends dared me to talk to you.”
“Why?”
“But that wasn’t the whole dare. They dared me to kiss you too.”
The cadet stepped in and pressed her mouth against Emily’s. Emily was hesitant. It was a dare, right? But the cadet kissed like she wanted to stroke Emily’s pharynx with her tongue.
“I don’t have any idea why they thought I’d refuse.”
Emily stared at her blankly.
“Come on.”
They ended up in a abandoned common room, on the sofa, making out. The cadet was straddling her lap, leaning over her, one hand wrapped around Emily’s tightly bound ponytail, the other opening her jacket. Her fingers slid inside Emily’s trousers and curled into her sex, and Emily moaned into her mouth.
It was too much. Was it the alcohol? It felt like an altered state, the world spinning as the cadet moved down her body, opening her pants. A jazz trombone played formants in her ears.
“Oh god,” she felt sick and spinny, the sweat on her face turning cold. She caught the cadet’s shoulder, pushing her up. The girl’s eyes, sharp, hurt, confused, and so blue-
And then everything went black.
* * *
There was no surprise in that she thought it had been a hallucination.
There was also little surprise that the cadet (Emma, she still couldn’t quite believe it was Emma) had decided to make her life a living hell for the next two years. She had thought it was natural dislike, not a true grievance, but she was wrong.
“Why have you forgiven me for that?” Honestly, having the person you’re trying to fuck pass out on you must have been traumatic.
“Why, or when?” asked Emma stiffly, uncomfortable with the conversation.
“When, if that’s what you want to tell me.”
“In the bathroom, when I realized I had stolen something from you, something you wanted.”
Emily felt sick. “You didn’t-“
“It doesn’t matter. I have forgiven you for that. I need you to do the same for me.”
Emily’s eyes dropped to her stomach. “I can’t. Not yet.”
Emma nodded. “I understand.” She stepped in, pressing a finger against her lower lip. “Now, how about instead of thinking that it’s helping me cheat, think that it’s finishing what we started.”
What we never had the chance to start, went unsaid.
“You would have broken my heart,” whispered Emily, weakly.
“Instead I had to save your life.”
“Yeah,” Emily leaned in and let their lips brush together.
* * *
Part 3