In the Midnight Hour **NC-17**

[Melissa]

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don't own them and I'm not making any money off of them.

RATED: NC-17 for sexual content. If you are under the age
of 18 please turn back now - you have been warned.

SUMMARY: Emma Frost and Sean Cassidy left alone a little too long.
Don't even both with continuity.

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In The Midnight Hour
by
Melissa

Banshee walked patrol though the main house at the
Massachusetts Academy. Not he thought to himself that he
needed to walk patrol. The school's security system was
beyond state of the art with its amalgam of Shi'ar, Frost
Technologies, and Forge modified systems working together to
keep the place safe. No expense had been spared when it
came to the security system, the adult members of the
various X-Team all recognizing the inherent dangers to the
next generation of mutants to follow Xavier's dream. He was
restless with an inner turmoil that refused to let him sleep, so he
had put that restless energy to use and began his patrol. However, the
school was quiet as it had been all week, not even small giggles
coming from Artie and Leech's treehouse.

All of the students, including Penance, whom Jubilee had
somehow persuaded to go along, were visiting the X-Men in
New York. The Danger Grotto was fine for most training but
it had been decided that the Generation X kids needed some
space training considering the frequency that the X-Men got
drug off into space on one mission of rescue or another.
Only the Danger Room with its holographic Shi'ar technology
could adequately simulate an outer space training
environment. With the children fully under the watchful
eyes of Scott Summers and the mind of Jean Grey, both Sean and
his fellow instructor Emma Frost had decided to stay behind
at the Academy and take a small breather from their duties.

But no duties meant peace and quiet and the quiet did
nothing to calm the restlessness that keep him walking. In
fact, the silence just seemed to intensify the confused thoughts and
feelings in his head. For with the children away, there was nothing
to keep himself distracted from his fellow teacher, Emma Frost. She
haunted him and this past week alone with her had been torture for
him. She had increased the flirtation she usually indulged
in and he was positive that she took great delight in
tormenting him. Just this morning she had brought up the
towel incident, like he would ever forget it. He had tried
to be a gentleman, tried to look away but her white gold
body was forever seared into his brain.

And that attraction to Emma did nothing to ease his guilt at
finding it harder and harder to call Moira's face to memory.
It didn't help any that more than a month had gone by since
he had seen her in person and when he tried to call her, she
ended the calls quickly with talk of her research and search
for a cure for the Legacy Virus. He wanted to be there for
her, wanted to hold her, if nothing else, to give her a
shoulder to lean on but she kept pushing him away, telling
him she was fine, that she didn't need him. And every time
Moira pushed him away, a traitorous part of his mind
whispered that Emma would never let anything she claimed as
hers simply drift away.

Emma Frost was not happy. She had been staring out of the
library windows now for 2 hours. She was disgusted with
herself and more than a little annoyed at Sean Cassidy. She
was unable to sleep and eventually Sean's restlessness had
driven her from her bed to find this quiet spot. Even when
she wasn't actively "reading" a mind, she was aware of the
minds around her as a continuous background noise; her own private
mental Muzac. Tonight she was very aware of her fellow headmaster's
disquiet. While he usually maintained strict mental shields around
her, tonight he was leaking quite loudly, probably believing that she
was asleep in her room. She keep getting flashes of his mental
and emotional confusion just not exactly what was causing
it. But right now his restlessness was being transmitted to
her and as long as he was pacing the corridors of the
school, she wasn't going to get any sleep either.

So here she sat, curled in one of the big chairs with her feet tucked
up under her hoping the moonlight would soothe her. The
silver light had always woven a spell of peace around her
whenever she stood in chaos, which considering her life so
far, was most of the time but tonight it was not working its
magic. That magic was one of the reasons that her rooms
always had windows - to let in the light and keep out the
darkness. She snorted softly to herself in disgust, a grown
woman afraid of the dark, now wouldn't Jubilee think that
was funny. She smiled ruefully as her youngest student
crossed her mind. She and the rest of the Generation X
students were safely away in Westchester, trying out their
particular brand of mischief against the X-Men. If bets
were being taken, she would have placed money on her
students. She turned in the chair as she heard a footstep in
the hallway and then watched from the shadows as her fellow
teacher walked into the room.

He had checked most of the rooms in the house, one of the
last the huge library on the first floor. The door was
closed when he pushed it open on its silent hinges. Light
streamed through the huge windows at the end of the room,
casting the room into bands of alternating light and shadow.
Everything looked peaceful and quiet in the room and he was
about to back out through the doorway when he caught the slight
movement in one of the big leather wingchairs.

She watched him as he entered the room still unaware of her
presence. He moved through the shadows with
confidence, unafraid of the dark. She knew she was
attracted to him, to his strength, to his inner brightness.
He was like the moonlight with his ability to calm her and
he didn't even realize that she relied on his strength,
believed in him if not yet in the dream, even trusted him. She
startled herself with that thought, when had she started to trust him?
She had trusted no one but herself for so very long. As she lifted
herself out of the chair and the shadows she wondered what
drove him to wander the halls tonight. She stood and
stepped gracefully towards the light.

Sean felt a shiver run down his spine and heat flush his
face as she took another step into a pool of moonlight
slanting across the floor. A moment of absolute panic hit
when he saw her step into the light, afraid that she had
seen his thoughts, felt the desire for her that he wrestled
with. He decided in that moment that the moon did her
justice. Its warm silvery glow softened her, creating a
halo effect around her white blond hair. The light sparkled
in her eyes, almost blinding him with their intensity. He
really wished that she wouldn't dress like that. Granted,
now that she had taken the job as headmistress of the
School, her clothing had become a bit more demure when
placed against the clothing or lack of clothing that she had
worn as the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club, but it
seemed that since the children where away, Emma had reverted
to her previous taste in clothes.

She could feel the tension leap in him the minute she
stepped into the light. One part of her laughed with
delight at the embarrassed blush that reddened his face.
That flush told her, even without telepathy that she was what
had driven him to walk the corridors tonight. She smiled as
he tried to hide his reaction to her sudden appearance but
he was unable to conceal the way his eyes slowly traveled up
her body.

She had never been one to play the shy virgin, preferring to
be the one in control of any relationship but lately she
wondered what it would be like to take a lover as an equal.
She had briefly contemplated taking Bobby Drake as that
lover after her possession of him but quickly realized
that Bobby would have been no equal. He would have been fun
for a few days but eventually she would have eaten him alive
and spit out the pieces. He lacked that core of inner
strength that Sean radiated; the strength that fascinated
her so. Bobby was the boy to Sean's man.

And it was the man who was staring at her now with a look so
intense that it was almost a physical caress that started at
her feet and slowly traveled up her legs. She watched his
face and his eyes as his attention was caught by the slit in
the white silk gown, knowing that the slit would lead his
eyes upward along her smooth thigh to where it ended just
below her right hip. As his eyes skimmed further up across
the lace bodice of the gown to the v neckline and thin
straps, she could feel her nipples harden against the gown.
The smooth feel of the silk accentuating the tingling and
tightening in her breasts. She took a careful breath and
smiled as his eyes widen with the raising of her chest.

She was so damn beautiful. Her blond hair had swung forward
partially shadowing her face. She stood waiting to see what
he would do. What would he do? What did he want to do?
Want? He wanted her, had wanted her for quite some time.
He wanted to revel in the electricity that jumped between
them whenever one of them forgot and let their guard down,
wanted to feel her wrap her exquisite long legs around his
waist, what he wanted was to feel her sink her nails in his
back and scream out his name. The true question he decided
in that split second was not what he wanted, but was he
willing to pay the price for that want. The answer was he
didn't know.

Surely this feeling that hit him when she smiled at him was
just lust mixed with loneliness. Was he ready to believe
that what was between him and Moira was really over? It had
been a so long since he had held Moira and she had not
pushed him away. He loved Moira, didn't he? Didn't he?
Why was it so hard to picture Moira's face? Why did Emma
fill his dreams? Why couldn't he picture Moira?

Without even realizing it he was across the room and
standing next to her. He couldn't even remember moving, so
intent was he on the look in her eyes. He saw fire burning
there with an intensity that set the blood pounding in his
veins. Taking a step closer he reached up and stole one
light touch down her arm, feeling her body heat under his
fingertips. His answers came with that single touch. He
realized with not some fear that he desperately wanted to be
burned by that fire. She titled her head and her hair slid
silkily across the back of his hand. He could smell her now
- a strange blend of warm vanilla and jasmine that seemed to
both cloud and sharpen his senses at the same time. She was
going to be his misfortune and at that moment he really
didn't care.

They had skirted around their attraction for so long, danced
and turned and went about their duties, studiously ignoring
the attraction. She wondered briefly what it was about this
particular man that drew her when all the others in her life
were just obstacles to overcome. She wanted to run from the
room and the tension that hung heavy in the air. She wanted
to fling herself on him and ravish him. She wanted to
scream. In the end she did nothing but simply stood her
ground, afraid that any overt movement on her part would
send him away. She knew that Sean had to take that first
step. She couldn't do it for him because he would simply
retreat from her again. He would have to make his own decision.
Not she thought with a grin, that she would let him back out of it
once that step was taken. She wondered if tonight was the night, if
tonight he would make that choice.

Then he was beside her; so close and yet he still hadn't
touched her. The desire to scream was becoming harder to
control. She watched him as he circled around behind her
and raised one hand to lightly brush her arm and shoulder.
Yeessss. His touch leaving gooseflesh as a small involuntary shiver
seized her.

She was the candle to his moth. She drew him in and he felt
helpless to fight it, but then he thought ruefully, he
wasn't at all sure he wanted to fight it anymore. He was so
tired of fighting himself. He leaned forward to plant a
single kiss on the tender spot just below her right ear. He
could feel her pulse beating rapidly beneath his lips. He
drew a shaky breath and whispered into her ear, "Lass, ye'll
be my undoing."

She leaned against his chest and laughed lightly, her voice low and
husky. "Funny, I was just thinking you would be my salvation."

He kissed the top of one satin shoulder, delighting in her
indrawn breath at the touch of his lips. Sliding his hands
up the bodice of the silk gown, he ran his thumbs up from
the small of her back. He smiled as he felt her arch into
the caress like a cat. The thought crossing his mind that
he would definitely like to hear this particular cat purr.
While his hands moved up her back, his lips and tongue
continued their assault on the tender flesh of her white
throat. He bit down gently and then used his tongue to
soothe away the minute hurt. Reaching up to her shoulders,
he hooked his thumbs under each of the slim straps of the
gown. He paused, his thumbs making small circles under the
straps on her collarbone. They'd reached a point of no
return, nothing had happened, everything up to this point
could be written off, shuffled aside, easily forgotten.
Did he want to forget? Did she? "Emma?" the question
plain in his voice.

He was waiting for her to make the next move. She knew that
that this would have to be a slow seduction, his doubts and
fears about her and himself were still too strong. And yet
that seduction worked both ways because this would be no
carefree affair, if she truly wanted Sean body and soul, she
had to be willing to freely give up her own. The
frightening thing was she couldn't remember how long it been
since she had given herself up into another's care. She
wondered now if she ever had. She could stop this now, knew
his sense of honor would allow her to walk away unscathed
from this encounter, that if she stepped away now, he would
never mention this night, never hold it against her, never
betray her.

She thought about it. She had never been one for trust
since she had first run away from home as an abused if
privileged child. Her entire life after that had been about
making sure that no one ever had that kind of control over
her again. But there was no command, no threat of
domination in his warm hands, no pain in the soft kisses
that he ran up her throat. She made her decision. Reaching
up she rested her own hands over his and gently tugged until
he slid his hands down her arms. The straps caught on his
thumbs slid over her shoulders and the gown slithered down
to fall at her feet in a ivory puddle of silk within the
silver moonlight.

His breath caught as the silk pooled at her feet.
She was so damn beautiful. He widened his stance and
sliding his hands around her trim waist pulled her back
against him so she fit tightly between his legs and against
his rapidly hardening member. He went back to nibbling on
the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders as he slowly
ran his fingertips lightly up from her waist and across her
ribcage. Ever so lightly, he brushed against the underside
of her breasts, running his fingers along the outside edges,
teasing her with his touch.

She could feel the hard length of him pressed against her
backside. The tingles that raced down her spine to
congregate in the pit of her stomach intensifying as she
snuggled tighter against him. She refused to think about
how well she fit against his body or how right the
connection felt to her. The feel of his hands creating lazy
circles on the sides of her breasts caused her to arch into
his touch, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure that was
running through her veins. He tormented her with his
nearness to her enlarged nipples but never quite got close
enough. She arched her back again, thrusting her aching
breasts into his hands while he teased and tantalized her.
He chuckled softly as she growled in frustration. She
turned her head to look back at him, "Just wait, your turn
is coming." She felt the shudder that went through his body
at her words and smiled before turning her attention once
more to the feelings he was generating.

The low noise she hummed deep in her throat that sent a bolt
of desire through his body. He could feel his body
straining against his clothes and the thin barrier of her
silk panties. She was twisting her hips and rubbing her
tight buttocks against his arousal. He moved his hands up
to cup her breasts, delighting in her responsiveness to his
touch. Cupping her breasts, he kneaded them gently, still
staying just outside of her straining tips. He leaned in
close to Emma's ear and took a small nibble on her earlobe.
"Tell me what ye want Emma."

"Tell me what ye want Emma," the smooth Irish accent had
darkened and lowered, husky now. She let the passion in
that voice wash over her. She knew exactly what she wanted.
She reached out the tip of her tongue to lick suddenly dry
lips.

"I want you," she stated simply. It seemed as if
that was indeed the answer he was waiting to hear. She
heard the rumble of desire behind her and closing her eyes
she gave herself up to the feeling he was eliciting from her
body. For a heartbeat she stopped breathing as he passed
his callused thumbs over her sensitive nipples sending tiny
shockwaves through her body. Then her breath caught and
quickened. She was breathing hard now and could hear Sean's
own ragged breaths behind her. She twisted her hips against
his erection, hearing as well as feeling him groan at her
actions.

He was straining now at the seams of his jeans, the need to
possess her, to buy himself in her warm body so strong he
could barely think. He clung to the shreds of his self
control while her twisting and rubbing did nothing to alieve
the growing pressure.

He gave in to his desire to taste her, moving his hands back
down to her waist and slowly turning her around to face him.
Emma was not a small woman, but with her standing so close,
she looked almost petite standing within the curve of his
arms. The sudden protective and possessive urge that shot
through him took him by surprise. He moved his hands up to
cup her face, burying his fingers in the silky hair that
framed her flushed face. Her eyelids, heavy with desire,
were half shuttered over her glittering blue eyes. Her lips
parted slightly in invitation. He caressed the sides of her
face with this thumbs, shifting one hand to lightly rub one
thumb over her full bottom lip. "So beautiful," her
murmured as he bent to capture her lips in a kiss.

He bent his head to kiss her and she was lost. She raised
herself up on her tiptoes and slid her arms around his neck
to both raise herself up and simultaneously pull him down to
her. Opening her mouth to his seeking tongue, she took
control and deepened the kiss tasting the dark warmth of his
mouth, sliding her tongue along his in this most ancient of
duels; tasting him and delighting in the hard body pressed
so closely against her own.

He pulled her tighter to him in order to feel her pressed
against his length. He pulled back from the kiss to trace
across her face, kissing her closed eyelids, nibbling along
her delicate jawline before returning to capture her mouth
in another deep kiss.

She moved back out of his embrace and leaned up on her toes
to lightly brush her lips against his ear and purred, "You
coming?"

Turning she bent down and scooped up the silk gown
from the floor and walked slowly out of the library, confident that he
would follow. Her hips swaying as the gown trailed behind her on the
floor, she looked back over one bare shoulder at Sean, still standing
rooted to the spot in the moonlight, "Catch me if you can."

He stood stock still for a moment, his mind whirling, his
body protesting the removal of her warm presence pressed
against him. Then he grinned and taking a few running steps
caught her as she was about to exit the library door,
sweeping her up in his arms and pulling her back close
against his chest. She gave a small squeak of surprise,
then settled down against his chest, running her arms
loosely around his neck, her slim fingers playing with his
hair over his temple while reaching up to do some nibbling
of her own on his throat and sensitive earlobe. The
sensations she was sending through him with each small
caress and teasing kiss were maddening to the point of
distraction. He almost dropped her when she traced his ear
with her tongue. He wondered if she truly had any idea of
what she did to him.

She was surprised when he had swept her up in his arms. And
yet the feel of strong arms around her brought a definite
thrill. Besides, she thought, with him standing behind her
in the library, she really hadn't been able to indulge her
own desires to touch and taste and nip. This gave her the
perfect opportunity to explore him. Twisting slightly in
his arms, she opened the top two buttons on his chambray shirt
and slipped her hand beneath the fabric, the springy red-
blond hairs on his chest tickling her fingertips. His skin
was hot to the touch, almost feverish and she could feel the
rapid beat of his heart. She couldn't help herself when she
twisted several of the hairs about one manicured nail and
gave an small experimental tug. He growled at her but she
noticed that he shivered when she leaned forward to lick the
offended spot in apology.

He carried her into her bedroom, years of paranoia making
him kick the bedroom door closed behind him, even though he
knew they were alone. Letting go with the arm that
supported her legs her body slid down his until she once
again stood on her feet. He noticed that her bedroom, like
the library, was bathed in moonlight from large windows that
dominated the room. Sheer gauzy curtains shrouding the
windows did nothing to block the moon and starlight from
reaching the silk sheeted antique poster bed that dominated
the room. The room was spotless, controlled but with an
underlying air of sumptuous elegance that branded the room
as hers.

When she stood on her own two feet again she pulled herself
out of his grasp. She ran one finger lightly across his
lips, down past his square chin and throat to where she had
undone the top two buttons of his shirt and stopped, "You
are entirely overdressed for the occasion."

Laughing he reached up to the shirt's buttons but she stopped him with
a light touch on the back of one of his hands, "No, allow
me." Gently pulling his hands away, she stepped closer to
him and undid the first of the remaining four buttons. As
the shirt gapped open she leaned in and planted a light kiss
where the button had met. As her lips met his warm skin she
breathed in the masculine spicy scent of him. He never wore
cologne that she could tell, yet he always seemed to her to
smell faintly of cloves. She darted her tongue out to get a
quick taste and was rewarded with a shudder that rippled the
firm muscles beneath her lips.

God! she was driving him insane. Her warm wet tongue
tracing abstract patterns on his chest was pushing what
little control he had regained to the breaking point. The
little sound of delight she made as she undid each button
and uncovered each new patch of skin was almost more than he
could bear. As she undid the last button he staggered as
she swirled her tongue around and then dipped into his belly
button, only his hands gripping her slim shoulders keeping
him upright. He watched her straighten up, her eyes
twinkling merrily in amusement. "Emma . . ." he began, but
she placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

"Oh no, you had your fun in the library, now it's my turn. Do try to
stay still." In response he sucked her finger within his mouth before
she could move it away but he held his place before her.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her as she reached up to push
the shirt off his shoulders and slide it off his arms before
it was tossed casually across a pale rose colored fainting
couch in front of one of the huge windows.

She licked her lips as his chest was exposed. She
had seen him before without his shirt when he was at the
pool or playing basketball with the boys but then she'd had
to admire from afar while acting unconcerned. Now, she
thought with a wicked thrill, I can afford to indulge
myself. She placed her palms against the flat muscles of
his stomach and slid them up his chest, running her fingers
through his crisp chest hair as she did so. Tracing the
muscles of his chest she lightly circled each of his flat
male nipples, feeling them harden under his fingertips.
Leaning forward she brushed her own breasts against the
expanse of his chest as she delicately licked one nipple and
then the other. At the touch of her tongue, she felt his
hands tighten on her shoulders. She pulled back again, and
shrugging her shoulders to release his hold, ducked under
his arm to skirt around to his back.

She smiled in appreciation. His shoulders were broad, the
muscles hard beneath her hands. Leaning forward again she
pressed against the cool skin of his back. She lightly
traced the smooth skin of his shoulders and down one jagged
starburst scar on his left shoulder blade that could only
have been caused by a bullet wound.

"Interpol?" she asked lightly, disturbed by the feelings of outrage
that hit her at the thought of anyone hurting Sean.

"New York cop days," he answered with a small sigh.

She again traced the wicked looking scar with a light finger. "Does it
hurt you?"

"No," the pent up desire making his voice rough, "tis' only a bit
stiff now 'n again."

A pause, "Good. I'd hate to have to take it easy on you."

She could hear the laughter in his voice as he answered, "Do ye
worst." She smiled with anticipation.

He heard her drop to her knees behind him and lifting each
of his feet slipped off his shoes and socks. His eyes closed tight, he
concentrated on the light caresses she placed upon his body. She had
asked him to hold still but he didn't know how much longer he could
keep from touching her back, especially when she ran her hands from
his bare feet up the rigid muscles of his calves and thighs.
He jumped when he felt her arms snake around from behind him
where her body was pressed tight against his back. He
glanced down in time to watch her nimble fingers undo his
belt and the top button to his jeans, but the sight stirred
the doubts again.

He caught her wrists, holding them still. His body ached
with the desire she had unleashed within him, but the doubts
held him, whispered in the dark recesses of his mind. She
was a telepath, but more than that, Emma could use her
psionics to control, and if there was one thing Sean did not
feel right now, it was in control.

She could feel the tension and indecision in him, knew he was again
wrestling with his own demons. So she said the only thing she could
think of that would ease his fears.

"Your choice Sean, your decision." She gently pulled her hands free
from his grasp but didn't step away from where her body was pressed
again his back. She traced idle patterns on his flat stomach,
following the line of hair that ended at the top button of his jeans.

"I want you Sean but I want a lover, not a toy. If I wanted a toy, I
could have you on your knees in front of me, but that wouldn't be you.
And I want *you.*"

She wanted him. The dark voice in his head asked how long had
it been since Moira had wanted him? He couldn't remember
anymore. The doubt suddenly turned to anger; anger at
himself and anger at Moira and he made his decision.
Catching one slender hand he spun around within her grasp
until they were face to face. Bending down he kissed her, no
longer holding back but with a dark passion that left them
both gasping when the kiss was finally broken. He bent his
head for another kiss, capturing her mouth and demanding
entrance with his tongue. He was vaguely aware of her hands
roaming his chest and sides but the sound of his zipper
being undone caused him to pull back until he could see her
face.

She was standing with her face upturned, her lips
swollen and pink from his kisses, her eyes closed with a
faint smile hovered over her lips. She opened her eyes to
look up at him as she slid his jeans down past his hips. He
gasped involuntarily as she forced his jeans down past his
erection, freeing him from the confines of the stiff
material. Very slowly she knelt in front of him and helped
push his jeans down his legs and then carefully off each
foot until he stood there with just his boxers on, tented at
the moment with his need. Desire shot through him as she
grinned up at him and wet her lips with a quick dart of her
tongue.

Her body was strumming so badly she wondered that she didn't
vibrate to the touch. As she looked up at his body all that
came to mind was that he was magnificent . . . and all hers.
She caught his eyes and held them for the briefest of
moments, reading in them, without the aid of telepathy, the
want and need and desire hidden there. She reached up to
his boxers, running one fingertip along the thick bulge
within the material. She felt Sean jerk under her light
touch. Very nice. She looked up at him again, feeling the
tension radiating off him, his muscles locked together.
Reaching forward she slipped her fingers into the waistband
of his boxers and lowered them to his feet. She took a deep
shuddering breath and reached out to wrap her fingers around
his erection, lightly running her thumb over the silken
head. He was hot to her touch, the skin velvety soft, but
where the velvet ended the steel began.

His whole body shuddered when she delicately ran a manicured
nail up the bottom of his shaft. Heard himself moan as she
gently squeezed him. He choked out "Em . . ." before he lost
all rational thought as her lips closed about him. He
couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't talk, all he could do
was feel and right now all of his feeling was concentrated
in one very specific spot and what Emma Frost was doing to
him.

She heard him moan out her name in a voice that was almost
pain, but she knew that it wasn't pain that made his voice
so ragged. Each new sound that she pulled from him with her
lips and tongue and fingers sent an answering thrill through
her own body. She felt his hands move to tangle and knot in her hair.
Sean was breathing heavily above her, almost gasping to get his
breath back. She could tell that he was quickly approaching
his edge. "Em . . Emma, please . . . stop. Damn woman, .
. . let me at least catch me breath."

She let him pull her to her feet and maneuver around until she had her
back to the bed. Breathing a little easier, he gave a mock leer,
while she laughed, "Now lass, I believe it's to be my turn."

He pushed her back until she sat on the edge of the bed,
leaning forward he braced his hands on either side of her
hips and kissed her. He kept leaning until she was laying
beneath him on the bed, her legs bent down over the edge of
the bed. Continuing to rain kisses down her bared throat
and collarbone he reached the valley between her breasts.
Bracing his legs against the bed, he reached up to one
breast, her skin soft and silky beneath his hands. She
shifted beneath him, her back arching up as he ran his
thumbs over her rock hard nipples. Bending down he took her
right nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the
tip. She cried out at the contact, twisting beneath him.
With one hand supporting his weight above her, he moved his
other to her left nipple, gently rolling it between thumb
and forefinger, occasionally circling it with one finger to
match his tongue's movement on the other. She gave a small
inarticulate sound of protest as he withdrew from her.

He stroked her side lightly, "Easy lass, I'll be wantin' to do
this right by ye," he murmured softly before he shifted his
weight and took the other upthrust breast into his mouth.

Her mind whirled and her body arching and twisting beneath
his warm mouth and tongue no longer seemed to be under her
control. She ran her nails up his arms and shoulders into
his hair to tangle there. She heard him chuckle as she
tried to pull him even closer to her straining body but he
was having one of it as he moved down her body, licking and
planting small kisses across her chest and stomach. She
felt him shift his weight again and splay his hands across
her chest and draw them downwards, the caress slow and
sensual until his fingers were spread over her silk panties.
She lifted her hips slightly in silent invitation. The
invitation was accepted.

As he pulled the last barrier from her body, he feasted his
eyes upon her. He felt quite like a starving man brought
before a feast. He ran his fingers lightly up the sides of
her thighs and then back down to her feet. He raised one
slim foot and planted a kiss on her arch feeling her jerk
slightly with the contact.

"Ahh, yer ticklish. Now there's a wee bit o' information to file away
for later," he said with a grin. "Now, scoot back on the bed and flip
over for me."

"Sean?"

He leaned back over her to plant a kiss on her flat stomach, looking
up at her through his lashes, "Trust me."

Shaking her head, she pulled herself fully onto the
bed and turned over, pillowing her head in her arms. He
knew she was wondering what he was doing, but he felt that
he needed to take this slow, not only for her but for him as
well. It had been a while since he had made love to a woman, and he
realized that he wanted to make sure Emma did not regret this in the
morning.

She felt the bed tilt with his weight as he climbed up on
top of the bed with her. She shivered as he ran one finger
lightly up from her foot, up the back of her leg, across her
butt and between her shoulder blades. He straddled her, his
weight settled down across her thighs, his hot shaft resting
on the swell of her buttocks.

She was unable to hold back her sigh of pleasure when she felt his
hands begin to massage her shoulders. She lost herself in his skill as
he worked the muscles, sinking his fingers into the tight
spots. His hands were warm on her back, relaxing her and
quieting the small voice in the back of her head that said
he was like all the others; that he only saw her body and
the clothes or her usefulness or the possibilities of her
mutant power. Beneath his hands that voice faded away, for
this gentle slow seduction spoke of something else entirely.
She knew that he really trusted her or he wouldn't be here
now, working this magic. She realized in that moment that
she wanted to be worthy of that trust, that god help her,
she wanted to be the kind of woman that Sean Cassidy, X-Man,
dogooder, and all around hero, would make love to.

Sean could feel the tension draining out of her body and
increasing in his. He couldn't keep this up much longer.
The taunt body under him, the smooth skin beneath his hands,
the way she sighed when he hit a particularly sensitive
spot, all these things were driving him beyond his careful
control. He bent down and placed a kiss on the nape of her
neck. She arched up beneath him in response. Continuing his
slow massage, he continued to plant kisses down her spine,
pausing every so often to take a gentle nip or flick out a
tongue to taste the satin of her skin. Working his way down
her body he bit gently on one firm cheek while stoking down
her side. He rose up and shifted his body down to kneel at
her feet while he massaged down one shapely leg and then
back up to start on the other. He could feel her trembling
now with each caress, the trembles growing stronger when he
planted a kiss in the hollow behind one knee. But then,
Sean thought with some amusement, I didn'a think I'm all
that steady here myself.

Tracing one delicate instep he said in a voice barely above a whisper,
"Turn for me now, Emma."

If she had thought she was going to scream from the tension
in the library, it was nothing to the maelstrom of emotions
that swirled in her now at that gentle command. She turned
over to stare into burning eyes that momentarily took her
breath away. She opened her mouth to say something, anything
but no sound came out. She was transfixed by that fire and
could do nothing as she watched him lift a slim foot up and
place a tender kiss on the inside of her ankle, then another
a few inches higher.

"BBBBRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZ." Thump! Sean Cassidy jerked upright
in his bed, instincts taking over before events registered
in his sleep fogged mind. The piercing tones of the alarm
clock cut off as it hit the far wall. Sean heaved a sigh of
frustration as he sank back down onto his bed. Damn that
dream, he thought. It was unlike any dream he had ever had because it
changed and kept moving further along in the sequence, his
body's twitching arousal mute testament to how far the dream
had gone this time. He could remember when the dream had
first began and he had walked the patrol and not even met
Emma in the library. He lived in fear that her telepathic
abilities would pick up on his erotic thoughts or worse yet,
the dream itself. He blushed at that thought, for he had a
very strong feeling that Emma Frost would rip his lungs out
if she ever knew what he dreamed at night. Sighing, he
pulled himself out of bed. It was time to start the day.
The kids would be up soon and be demanding breakfast and if
he wasn't there to supervise, he was afraid the Jubilee
would start a food fight again.

"Good Morning Boston! It is 7:45 and today's temperature
will be a sunny 78 degrees and the skies will be cloud free
through Wednesday." Emma Frost stifled a shrill scream of
frustration as she turned off the radio clock. She sat up
and tried to untangle herself from her sheets. Finally
getting the sheets unwound from her legs she lay back down
on the bed trying to calm her racing heart. Her body was
taut with the unrelieved sexual tension that the dream had
caused. She blushed at the memory Sean's eyes as he looked
at her. Just the memory of that look sent a shiver down her
spine. She wondered how she was going to face him over
breakfast and still remain cool. She had a strong feeling
that Sean Cassidy wouldn't be very happy if he knew what she
dreamed about at night. Sighing, she pulled herself out of
bed. It was time to start the day. The kids would be up
soon and be demanding breakfast and if she wasn't there to
supervise, she was afraid the Jubilee would start a food
fight again.