Emma's New York, 27 Vandam Street, Monday Afternoon.

[icecoldfrost]

Most people who knew Emma Frost would not expect her home to be quite so... rambunctious. If it wasn't Emma and Candy hollering at each other from all corners of the house, it was Kennendy's Slayer Squad constantly going back-and-forth from their jobs or various adventures around town, or training downstairs in the Rumpus Room. It was a constant hub of light and noise and people, and thank god the residents of Soho just chalked it up to socialites of ill-repute, or Emma would have had a lot more mind-wiping to do to get the neighbors out of her hair.

For the next twenty-four hours, however, Candy was off with Warren and the vast majority of the Slayer Squad were off playing body-guard for various political figures or were in their classes at ESU, or were out at the Massachusetts Academy. There were strict orders that third floor of the house was Off Limits to anyone who came home, yes, even the jacuzzi, and that Emma would not be held responsible for anything anyone walked in on. Thankfully, everyone seemed to have taken the hint, leaving just Jack and Emma in residence for the evening.

"It's no studio in Brooklyn," Emma joked, kicking off her heels to pad barefoot into the kitchen, "--but welcome home, darling."

[OOC: For That Guy, Please!]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack's shirt was on the floor half a blink later, and her bra soon followed suit. Strange how fast people who didn't get to see each other very often could undress each other.

"Are we doing this right here?" Jack asked, voice unsteady. "... not that I don't want to."

[icecoldfrost]

"The girls are not coming home or I will kill them myself, and we have a whole house to break in," Emma said, running her fingers through his curls. "We can do whatever, wherever, you like."

"As long as we do it now."

[bitten_notshy]

"I like the way you think," Jack told her, mouth curving into a smile as his hands curved over her breasts. "And if we've got the whole house to christen, we'd better get to it now."

[icecoldfrost]

Oh that was nice, and Emma sighed happily, arching her back into his touch. "The Jewish werewolf and the Atheistic mutant are 'christening' a house in Soho," she said, biting her lip as she regarded him with amusement from under lowered eyelashes. "This demands champagne. Later."

[bitten_notshy]

"Much later," Jack agreed. "After we've christened enough of the rooms to need a break."

He lowered his mouth, clasping it against one of her nipples.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma swore under her breath, fingers tightening in his hair reflexively for a moment, before she decided that getting her shirt the rest of the way off was far more important, and she sent it sailing over to join his on the floor.

Mission accomplished, she ran her hands up-and-down his arms and over his back, nails digging in for a moment every time he did something that made her gasp or squirm.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack let out a tiny sigh against Emma's skin, pressing back against her nails as they roamed over his body. He pulled back slightly and sank to his knees, smirking at Emma as he sank to the floor.

[icecoldfrost]

There was an initial whine of disappointment as he pulled back, Emma looking flushed and sulky at the sudden absence of Jack's affections.

Then it registered where he was going, and a matching smirk dawned on her face. "Aren't you pretty like that?" she sighed, licking her lips. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I can think of a few ideas," Jack said, kissing her knee. "But maybe you should tell me how to serve you."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma smiled like the cat that just caught the canary.

"I don't think you missed me enough," she said. "Prove me wrong."