Oct 16, 2009 18:18

 Got the latest Astonishing X-Men today.  I must say that I am not a fan of how this penciller is drawing Emma's hair.  There seems to be an unnerving Farah Fawcett-esque flip to it.  Too much time with a curling iron required!  Nothing to say about the plot, but I hope Agent Brand sticks around for a bit.  (I miss Joss' witty banter oh so much.)

But, in honor of canon... a fic that completely violates it.

Title: Absence
Author: Alsike

Fandom: X-Men/Criminal Minds x-over

Pairing: Emma Frost/Emily Prentiss

Rating: R

AN/Disclaimer: Not my girls.

Word Count: 685

Prompt: 006. The Net
Apologies: I had something else in the pipeline for this prompt, but... it sux, and I'm never going to finish it.  This is better.
Fuck-buddies era, after the Breakworld which didn't turn out like it did in the comics.  Think something about them accidentally turning the moon-gun the wrong way and destroying the wrong planet.

Emma hated this alien crap.  The green-haired SWORD Agent was rivaling her position as chief bitch.  Scott was clearly going off the deep end, suggesting plans where he would die and rely on being brought back to life by his mortal enemies.  Hank was thinking with his blue furry penis.  And Logan was weirdly obsessed with that Japanese student who had stowed away.  (It was his parenting mode, she recognized.  The girl reminded them both of Jubilee.  Logan tended to challenge the students he liked.  Emma did too, but not when they were on a different planet in the middle of a genocidal war.)

Kitty had finally lost her virginity.  (What was she, twenty-four?  It just went to show that growing up with superheroes was not as libidinous an environment as some made it seem.)  Emma considered throwing her a party, but it wouldn’t be taken well.

Either way.  After a long argument about the morality of genocide (was voluntary genocide really like voluntary euthanasia?), they inadvertently destroyed the Breakworld anyway, and coupled off on the way home.

That meant Hank went with Agent Brand, Kitty was somewhere snuggling repulsively with Piotr, Logan was instructing Hisako in something inappropriate like beer-drinking or peeing in the woods, and Emma was left with Scott.

With all the innuendo about Hank’s big penis and Agent Brand’s exotic alien genitalia, it took a vast amount of self-control not to peek.  And this was a type of self-control that Emma didn’t have.  Unfortunately, watching only made her horny (and amused), and they were still a good six hours from earth.

And she wouldn’t use Scott.

There was a time when she had thought it might be worth it, that his power or his status were hers for the taking.  But she had to be careful.  Rules that worked in the Hellfire club didn’t work with the X-men.  (Mainly because the X-men were lying, selfish, hypocrites, particularly when it came to sex.)

If she had been on earth she would have gone to see Emily.  She had gotten used to Emma showing up out of the blue.  She didn’t even have to make up excuses anymore.  Emily just took one look and would start taking her shirt off.  (This was actually rather mystifying.  No one else Emma had ever been with had been able to read ‘I want to fuck you’ off of her face with out her explicitly intending to put it there.)

Emma walked up behind a slimy orange alien SWORD agent and tapped him on the shoulder.  “What are the communications capabilities of this ship?”

He looked surprised and replied in some garbled incomprehensible tongue, but his mind was as clear as any human’s.  Emma smiled, thanked him, and retreated to the narrow cubicle that served as the guest bunk.  (She was pretty sure that they had been quickly modified from holding cells.)

She found the adaptor he had thought of and plugged in her cellphone.

“What?  What’s going on?”

“Hello, Emily.”

There was a long pause.  “Emma?  Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Emma considered this.  “No.  Not at all.  I’m in space.”

“It's 4:15, in the morning.  I’m in Colorado.  What's wrong?”

“Mmm,” any comment about inadvertent genocide and suchlike would get the conversation onto the wrong track.  “Nothing.  What are you wearing?”

“… What?”  Emily sounded completely at a loss.

“Just tell me you’re naked.  Things go more quickly that way.”

Emily laughed.  “You’re calling me from space for phone sex?”

“If I say yes can we get moving?”  Emily was probably smiling and shaking her head.  Emma’s hand absently unfastened her pants.

“Umm,” She could hear Emily smiling awkwardly, ‘I don’t know how to do this,’ written on her face.  “I had trouble with the heater, so I’m only in my underwear and a tank top.”



“Can I see your nipples through it?”

“Um… now you can.”

Emma chuckled, leaning back into the bunk.  “Touch them.”

“Oookay…  You too.”

“Don’t worry.”  Emma let a smile drift onto her face as she closed her eyes.  “I’m as good as there.”

criminal minds, x-men, citrus taste, emma/emily

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