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This year's Yule Ball at the Hellfire Club was even more exclusive than usual, and that was saying something. The fact that Emma had scored an invitation - and hadn't forged it, thank you very much - meant that when it had arrived in the mail, it had sealed which party she and Jack would be attending on Christmas Eve. You didn't get an invite to the Yule Ball and stand them up. She'd penned her regrets to the other invitations, and that was that.

And the Club itself was bursting with light and Christmas cheer. The tableau vivant from the charity ball were back, but this time they were scenes of Christmas and morality plays.

Well, as much a morality play as it could be, when the angels were practically wearing see-through gowns, but it was the Hellfire Club. The roaming carolers were dressed, mostly, the holly and the ivy were hung, and mistletoe was strategically placed about the building.

There was spiced cider, roasting meat, and networking with the city's elite, all within the traditional Victorian atmosphere that the Club boasted. Only the elite members wore traditional garb, as their guests dressed in their modern best.

Enter the Club, and do as ye will but harm none, on Christmas Eve.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-27 02:46 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] i see)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"What can they do?" Jack asked, but couldn't help grinding his hips against hers as he did.

It was a very small space.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-27 04:10 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] attentive)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack chucked low in his throat. "I meant what powers do they have, Emma," he chided, and then leaned his head in to lick along her neck to see if he could make her bite her lip like that again.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-27 06:45 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] hood up)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"I bet you'll suss out the sneaky one soon enough," Jack said, filing away the information.

And then he went to kiss her again. He was sure they were being watched, one way or another; may as well put on a show.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-27 10:13 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([♥] bare chest)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"Greedy," he said, but sank to his knees and slid his hands up her skirt, fingertips teasing along the edges of her underpants.

He'd follow directions soon, but first he wanted to taste her, get her juices on his face and hands. His own aching need would only be enhanced by spending a few more minutes delaying its fulfillment.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-28 02:20 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([♥] desire)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack ... wasn't exactly in a position to answer in words. But the way he snapped her underpants away and smiled slyly up at her before returning to his task was likely affirmation enough.

He probably did like the activity better with the wolf in him, but making Emma groan like that had been one of his favorite things for years.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-28 09:40 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([b+w] leather)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Jack's eyes were closed with satisfaction, and the noise he made was half growl and half purr. He slid one set of fingers inside her as the other set undid his belt.

He'd be quiet. They had to be. But goddamn if he wouldn't make it hard to be quiet.

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-28 10:38 pm (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([neu] dancing)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
Shhhh, he thought at her, and slowly slid away so he could rise to his feet.

She was taller, always would be, but his enhanced strength made it easier for him to try to lift her -- back to the wall, legs around his waist. (If he were the psychic, he wouldn't object to the tying plan, either.)

Re: Mingling

Date: 2012-12-29 03:14 am (UTC)
bitten_notshy: ([♥] bare chest)
From: [personal profile] bitten_notshy
"But it's fun to get you worked up," Jack replied, just as breathless. He laughed as he wiggled himself into place. "You ... god, you're perfect, do you know that?"

Of course she knew it, or would claim to. She was Emma Frost, after all. But right at that oment, he was going to tell her anyhow.

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