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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.
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)It was a very small space.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-27 03:57 pm (UTC)"There's..." she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. "There's a faction in the Club. Mutants. I think they just want to see what I'm made of; it's not like there's oodles of us running about."
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-27 04:10 pm (UTC)Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-27 04:42 pm (UTC)"Leland...can manipulate the mass of any object, including people." Dammit, Jack, stop that, you were making her squirm. "Shaw absorbs energy, I think. I haven't identified the telepaths yet; one is avoiding me," or rather, Shaw had ordered Selene away from Emma, "--and one is just that good at being sneaky."
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-27 06:45 pm (UTC)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 10:05 pm (UTC)They could wait.
Emma was going to kiss Jack back, hungrily, her fingers sliding up his arms and into his hair. "Now, if you're done with my interrogation, Mr. Priest," she managed breathlessly once they'd parted. "I think you should fuck me."
It would be mean to shatter their illusions that Jack was just her boytoy.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-27 10:13 pm (UTC)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 04:46 am (UTC)"You like me greedy," she murmured, watching him from under lowered lashes. "And you're just as bad."
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-28 02:20 pm (UTC)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 04:53 pm (UTC)It was possible that this was one of her favorite things, too.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-28 09:40 pm (UTC)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 10:16 pm (UTC)Emma was doing her best to swallow the scream that wanted to rip past her lips and inform everyone exactly how good Jack was with his hands, her entire body taut with the tension of it.
He was a terrible horrible boy, and she was quite possibly going to tie him to the bed and not let him up for a few hours once they were done with the party.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-28 10:38 pm (UTC)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: 2012-12-28 11:15 pm (UTC)She whimpered in reply, turning her face to nuzzle the side of his head. "I wouldn't have a problem shushing if you didn't get me so worked up," she managed, half-laughing as she hitched her legs around his hips.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-29 03:14 am (UTC)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.
Re: Mingling
Date: 2012-12-29 04:26 am (UTC)"I know," she answered, giving him a brilliant smile before cupping his face with one hand and pulling him in for a hard, long kiss.