After several hours of partying at {{char}}'s pool, everyone else has left the pool party, now its only {{user}} and {{char}} left by the poolside. {{char}} walks up to {{user}} with a wine cup in her hand and says: "What are you still doing here darling? Everyone else has already left, or do you plan to spend the night here with me?"

"Oh, I don't know... My dear boy... You've been such good company today. Staying here with me would be rather pleasant, I think." She pauses and takes a sip of her wine before adding, "But I suppose you should get some rest if that's what you really want..." Her voice trails off suggestively.

"Ohhhh... I'm sure we can think of something entertaining to do," she says with a sultry smile. "Why don't you come closer and tell me what sort of game you have in mind?" She takes another sip of her wine, the movements graceful and sensual.

The sound of the wine glass as it's placed on the table is surprisingly loud in the silence that follows your words. Her eyes narrow slightly and she watches you carefully, trying to gauge if this is some kind of game or not. For a moment, her face darkens with suspicion... but then something else replaces it. A predatory glint. She leans forward slightly, resting one elbow on her thigh and pressing the other hand against her parted lips as she purrs softly, "Oh really? So we're playing a game of waiting, hmm?" Another long pause follows before she finally meets your gaze again. "...And what makes you think you'll get to release all that heat tomorrow?" Her tone is dangerous now.

"Oh," she drawls the word out slowly, her gaze never leaving yours as she takes another sip of wine. "I didn't say anything about me releasing it... only you." The wine slides down her throat smoothly and she tilts her head to one side, watching your reaction carefully. Her words have the desired effect; they make Kane's pulse race faster. "But," she continues with a sinister smile, "since we're playing games..." She trails off suggestively, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the armrest beside her.

"You know... there are different kinds of waiting games," she murmurs, her voice soft and husky as it caresses his ears. "Perhaps we could play a game where you wait here, naked, at my mercy... and see how long I make you suffer before I release that heat?" She takes another sip of wine, letting the liquid burn down her throat slowly. "Or maybe," she continues with a wicked grin, "I'll give you something else to focus on in the meantime..." Her fingers hover over his lap, mere inches away from where they know he'd like them most. The air between them crackles with tension and anticipation.

Her eyes sparkle with amusement as she raises an eyebrow at his words. "Are you sure?" She reaches out slowly, fingers tracing lightly over the defined muscles of his abdomen before continuing lower, teasing him with a hint of touch. "You're aware that I can make you wait for days..."

She pauses to let her words sink in as she brushes against his length through the fabric of his clothes, not quite touching but feeling how hard he already is. Her mouth quirks into a wicked smile as she leans closer, breath warm on his ear. "And that once I decide it's time..." She shivers with delight at the thought before withdrawing her hand, leaving him achingly needy and completely under her control.

"Your choice," she whispers huskily. "Wait here... or you can go home." With another sultry smile,

Her eyes sparkle with delight as he expresses his desire to stay with her. "Oh, I'm so glad you feel that way," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. Reaching up, she gently removes the wine glass from the table and takes a long sip before setting it down again. Then, leaning in close enough that he can feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek, she whispers, "But remember... you're mine now. You do whatever I tell you to do." Her tone makes it clear that there are consequences if he disobeys.

Slowly, deliberately, she begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing more and more of his defined muscles with each new release. Kane watches in rapt attention as her deft fingers glide over his skin, making him feel even hotter than before. "There's something I want to do first

"I've been watching you all day," she whispers, her voice low and seductive as she trails a fingertip down his chest. "And I want to feel what it would be like to have these big, strong arms wrapped around me..." Her fingers slide lower, brushing against the fine hair at the top of his abs before continuing their descent toward the waistband of his pants. "What do you think... are you going to let me?" Her eyes flash with challenge and desire as she waits for him to respond.

Oh, you're so full of yourself," she teases with an amused smile before pressing her lips to his chest, just below his shoulder. Her tongue darts out to trace a line along the smooth skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She releases his pants only long enough to tug them down his hips before leaning back and surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. "There," she breathes, running her hands up and down his thighs slowly. "That's more like it."

Her voice drops low as she nibbles on his earlobe, sending a shiver of desire through him. "Now, would you like to give me that hug?" Her fingers trail lower still, this time coming to rest lightly around the base of his length, teasing and tormenting him even further. "Or shall I have someone else come find us and take you away from me?"

Emma's eyes close as she feels his arms wrap around her, drawing her close. The sensation is overwhelmingly warm and comforting, like a haven in the midst of this erotic game they're playing. She nestles against him, breathing deeply, savoring the contact. His scent fills her nostrils, mingling with the aroma of wine as she loses herself in the moment.

Her lips find his neck, kissing and nibbling softly before she whispers, "Mmm... that's better." Her fingers continue to tease at his length, drawing lazy circles up and down over his skin. She can feel his desire growing, hot and heavy against her, and it thrills her to know that she has this power over him.

With a satisfied sigh, Emma pulls back just enough to meet his eyes. Hers are clouded with lust and love,

Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she takes in the sight before her; Kane, naked and vulnerable in her arms, his eyes locked on hers with an expression of adoration and need that sends shivers down her spine. "Oh yes," she breathes huskily, "you are most certainly mine."

She leans forward, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, before trailing it slowly down along his cheek to the curve of his jaw. Her other hand cups his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble against her palm. "And now," she whispers against his lips, "I think I'll make you wait... just a little bit longer." Before he can respond, her lips press firmly to his in a searing kiss that leaves him breathless and desperate for more.

Her tongue sweeps into his mouth as she deepens the kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together. She feels him hard and eager against her thigh, but he's going to have to wait for her to be done playing games tonight. For now, she luxuriates in the taste of him, the feel of his skin under her fingertips.

Her free hand roams downward over his chest, stomach and then lower still until it reaches the waistband of his pants. She grips them roughly and yanks them down his hips, leaving him completely exposed to her view. Her breath catches as she takes in the sight: he's perfect, every inch of him hard and ready for her.

Emma breaks the kiss long enough to lean back and meet Kane's eyes again. There's a predatory glint there now, mirroring her own. "Are you

"Are you sure you want to play this game with me?" Her voice is low and sultry as she strokes his length lightly, teasing him even further. "Because I can promise you, my dear boy... This wait is going to be excruciating."

She leans forward once more, their bodies aligned inch for inch. Her breath tickles against his skin as she trails kisses up and down his abdomen, her fingers never straying far from where they're most needed. With every touch, every caress, the anticipation grows and tightens like a fist slowly closing around him.

Finally, she reaches her destination: the tip of him, glistening with desire. Her lips part as she gazes down at him for a heart-stopping moment before lowering her head, taking him into her mouth. Kane cries out, his hips jerking forward

Emma hums around him as she takes more of him into her mouth, slowly at first before increasing her pace and tightening her grip on his length. Her free hand reaches up to grope at one of her ample breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipple hard through her clothing. The sensations are almost too much for her; she can feel herself growing wet as she torments him with her tongue and lips.

She continues to suck and stroke, losing herself in the erotic dance of pleasure and power that is theirs tonight. Up and down, around and about, never relenting until finally she feels him tremble on the brink. Drawing back slowly, she meets Kane's gaze once more. His eyes are wild and unseeing, his skin flushed with passion.

Smiling, Emma leans forward to place a gentle kiss against his lips before whispering hus

"That's it...release all that heat..." She purrs as she feels his hot seed spilling into her mouth, coating her tongue and triggering her own orgasm. With a satisfied moan, Emma sucks harder, enjoying every drop of him before finally pulling away, leaving him panting and spent beneath her.

Her gaze sweeps over him with satisfaction as she licks her lips. "Well, it seems our game is finished for tonight." She reaches down to help him up onto his feet, guiding him over to the lounger beside the pool where they had been earlier. "Why don't you rest here? I have a feeling you're going to need all your strength tomorrow."

As Kane collapses onto the cushions, Emma takes a moment to straighten her clothes and compose herself before joining him again. She plops down next to him with a sigh

Her heart still races as she looks over at Kane, naked and spent on the lounger beside her. A satisfied smile plays across her lips as she recalls the exquisite torture they've just shared. Slowly, Emma reaches out to touch him; tracing a finger along his jaw before trailing it down his chest, toward the tip of his aroused nipple. He moans softly at her touch, and she can feel herself growing wet once more.

"You're such an incredible lover, Kane," she whispers, moving closer to nestle against him. "I could play these games with you for days." Her hand travels lower still, cupping his length through the thin layer of skin and underwear, teasing him once more even in his exhausted state. "And when I'm done..." She kisses his neck softly before finishing her thought with a sin

With a low chuckle, she replies, "Oh, being me is like being in control of every situation. I have the power to make you wait... or grant your every wish." Her hand continues its sensual exploration, caressing his length through his boxers. "And when it comes time for release... well, let's just say that being on top always feels incredible." With a wicked grin, she adds, "Do you want to see?"

She slips her hand downward, guiding his aroused member free from its confines and positioning herself over him. He's already leaking pre-come onto her fingertips, making her groan in anticipation. Lowering herself onto his length with a moan of pleasure, she begins to ride him slowly at first, building up momentum as they both grow more intense. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of her perfect breasts,

The warmth of his skin pressed against hers feels amazing; his muscles flex beneath her as he attempts to meet each thrust of her hips with his own. The sensation is incredible, like being on the edge of a cliff and throwing herself off into nothing but freedom and release. Her breasts bounce with every movement, filling his vision as she rides him harder, faster. "Faster," he gasps between kisses against her neck. With a low growl, Emma obeys, picking up the pace until they're both lost in the frenzy of pleasure surrounding them.

The headboard creaks with each forceful thrust; their moans echo through the darkness around them. Her nails scrape across his chest as she arches her back, desperate for more contact, more release. With one final, breath-stealing cry of ecstasy, she collapses onto him, their bodies still

Panting heavily, she looks down at Kane with satisfaction. "There... wasn't that fun?" She takes his hand in hers and laces their fingers together. "Now we're even. You got to make me wait all night too." Her gaze drops to where they are still connected before she continues, her voice growing huskier. "So, what shall we do now?"

The thought makes her smile wickedly and she leans in to kiss him gently on the lips. "Very well, my dear Kane," she whispers huskily against his mouth. "You may watch me all night... But remember, the real fun starts when I'm done playing games." Her words leave a shiver down his spine as she brushes her fingers through his chest hair once more before settling back onto the lounger beside him.

Emma smirks and crosses her legs, tapping a perfectly polished nail on the armrest before looking at him. "Why should that be so hard to understand? You're just lucky enough to be spending time with me." She pauses for a moment, eyes roaming over his body appreciatively. "You know what they say... absolute power corrupts absolutely... and I admit, it does feel nice knowing that I can make you wait like this, have your undivided attention..." Her voice trails off seductively, the hint of a challenge in her tone. "But tonight," she continues, leaning in closer, "I'm feeling generous." With a wink, she brushes her fingers against his chest again. "Why don't you show me how beautiful I am?"

A quiet chuckle escapes her as she takes his words in. She sighs contentedly before pressing herself further against him. "Maybe I am," she admits with a smile. Her hands wander up, tracing gentle circles on his shoulders and neck, exploring the lines of muscles defined even by moonlight. "But you asked for it," she teases, nipping playfully at his lower lip. She leans in to kiss him more deeply this time, her tongue dancing with his as their bodies mold together once more.

Emma Frost:When they finally part, her breath is ragged and her cheeks flush with desire. Her eyes meet his for a long moment before she speaks again, her voice husky from lust and need. "You know... even though I like playing these games..." She trails off, biting her lower lip in contemplation. "...maybe it's time we

Maybe I should just let you have me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Like this... like we really are." With a shiver, she closes her eyes and leans in, brushing her lips against his neck once more, savoring the feel of him beneath her fingertips as they wander lower still. She doesn't wait for him to respond before guiding his hand between them, pressing his palm flat against her achingly wet center.

"Do you want me like this?" she whispers, her words hot and urgent against his skin. "Like we don't have to play any more games? Just... you and me?" Her breath hitches as he rubs her roughly through the thin fabric of her panties, causing her to arch her back in response. "Tell me what you want," she demands, her voice growing

A soft moan escapes her as she feels the touch of his hand between them. "That's it," she murmurs, wrapping her leg around his hip and grinding against him in reply. Her hips move rhythmically against his palm, seeking the release that only he can give her now. With a sharp intake of breath, she arches into his touch, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her body.

Her lips find his neck again, teeth scraping lightly against his skin as she continues to plead with him. "Please... let me feel you," she whispers hoarsely. "I need you so much." Her words are punctuated by a shudder of pleasure as he rubs her harder, faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. With a groan, she twists away from him just enough to reach down

Her hands fly up, fingers tangled in his hair as he begins to thrust into her. She gasps with pleasure at the roughness of it, the demanding rhythm that drives them both closer and closer to release. Her body arches off the lounger, hips rolling to meet each forceful stroke as she cries out his name in ecstasy.

Her nails scrape down his back, leaving a line of fire in their wake as he takes her harder, faster. She can feel him so close now, trembling against her as he nears his own climax. With one final thrust, she collapses onto him, both of them shuddering and gasping for air as waves of pleasure wash over them in a blissful flood.

For several long moments they lay there, bodies pressed tightly together, hearts racing in unison. Emma's fingers massage his scalp as

Emma closes her eyes, enjoying the feel of him moving inside her and the warmth that spreads through her body. She takes a deep breath, relishing the scent of their sweat mingling together and the sound of his labored breathing as he catches his own. As they both begin to steady, she gently pulls away and sits up, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. "Well," she says softly, running her fingers through his disheveled hair, "I suppose it's only fair that we do this again sometime."

Kane opens his eyes, meeting hers. The look in them mirrors the satisfaction and lust that still burn within her. With a slow nod, he replies, "We most certainly will." His hand finds its way to her thigh, gently massaging the tender skin before trailing higher up, teasing at the hem of her panties.

She laughs softly, her breath warm against his skin where his hand cups her hip. "You might as well just give in," she says teasingly, eyes sparkling with amusement and something more beneath the surface. "It's inevitable." She leans down to kiss him again, their lips meeting in a tender yet passionate exchange that leaves them both wanting more. When they pull apart once more, there's no question left between them: whatever games they'd played tonight have only served to bring them closer together, making it abundantly clear that they belong with each other.

As the fire begins to die down and their breathing finally slows, Emma nestles against Kane, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around her. "I think we should get some rest," she murmurs contentedly, closing her eyes and savoring the closeness for a moment longer before drifting off into dreamless sleep.

She smiles softly as she drifts off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that she's found someone who can keep up with her and still make her feel this alive. Tomorrow is another day and there will be more games to play, but for now, she revels in the peaceful comfort of Kane's arms, secure in the understanding that they are one, undivided. As she dreams of the endless possibilities ahead, Emma Frost sleeps soundly, content with where her path has led her and excited for whatever comes next.

Even as she sleeps, the feel of Kane's warmth and strength against her, Emma can sense that their connection has grown deeper still. Their time together has been a dance of power and surrender, and it seems they both find an equal footing in each other. She dreams of endless nights like these, filled with passion and playfulness as they explore the boundaries of their relationship and push one another further toward the edge. For now, though, she rests contentedly in his embrace, knowing that whatever tomorrow may bring, they'll face it together.

Emma blinks slowly as she feels the warm sunlight streaming through the windows and onto her face. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles deeper into the pillow, savoring the feel of Kane's strong arms wrapped around her. She glances over at the clock on the nightstand, then back up to him. "Good morning," she whispers softly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Did you sleep well?"

A teasing smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she gazes up into his eyes. "Well, breakfast does sound lovely," she says slowly, "but I suppose we could always take care of our hunger another way." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches up to cup Kane's cheek before leaning in to kiss him passionately. As their lips and tongues dance together, she moans softly against his mouth, feeling the familiar heat building between them once more.

Her hand wanders lower, over his chest and stomach, down toward the waistband of his pants. With a gentle tug, she pulls them loose, revealing him to her fully aroused and ready for more playtime. "Maybe," she breathes huskily, trailing her fingers along his length, "we should see what kind of breakfast you're really in the mood for

Her back arches off the mattress as he begins to feast on her, fingers digging into the sheets in an effort to keep herself grounded. Her hips rock up toward him, seeking more of his talented tongue and eager lips. She moans long and loud, the vibrations rippling through her core as sensation after sensation washes over her in waves.

As he continues to pleasure her, she reaches down between their bodies, finding his hard length and guiding it toward her entrance. With a swift motion, she impales herself on him, crying out in surprise and ecstasy at the feel of him filling her so completely. They both groan as they begin to move together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies as they strive for release.

Their lovemaking is punctuated by gasps and moans, each stroke driving them closer and closer to the edge. When Emma feels K

Her back arches off the mattress as he continues to feast on her, fingers digging deeper into the sheets in an effort to find purchase. Her hips rock up toward him, seeking more of his talented tongue and eager lips. She moans long and loud, the vibrations rippling through her core as sensation after sensation washes over her in waves.

As he keeps on pleasuring her, she reaches down between their bodies, finding his hard length once again and guiding it toward her entrance. With a swift motion, she impales herself on him, crying out in surprise and ecstasy at the feel of him filling her so completely. They both groan as they begin to move together, lost in the rhythm of their bodies as they strive for release.

Their lovemaking is punctuated by gasps and moans, each stroke driving them closer and closer to the edge. When

Emma's body is wracked with shudders and spasms as she comes apart beneath him, her orgasm washing over her in a hot, rushing wave of pleasure. She cries out his name, her hips bucking against his mouth as he laps up every last drop of her release.

Kane is close behind, his own climax building with each thrust that pushes them deeper together. With one final, powerful move, he buries himself inside her, spilling his seed into her warmth and sending them both over the edge in a mutual cry of ecstasy.

As their bodies finally relax back against the mattress, Emma rolls onto her side, nuzzling up against Kane's strong shoulder. "Mmm," she sighs contentedly, "that was... perfect." She reaches down between them, touching his cheek before running a finger over her own lips

As his words wash over her like warm honey, she can't help but return the sentiment. "I love you too," she whispers against his lips before pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. Their eyes lock, and for a moment they are lost in each other once more; exploring the depths of their feelings and finding only strength and connection there. With a satisfied smile, she leans in to kiss him again, this time slower and deeper than before.

When at last they part, Emma nestles her head against his shoulder, relishing the feel of his strong arm around her waist and the warmth he radiates into every inch of her skin. "Well," she says with a yawn, eyes beginning to flutter shut once more, "I think it's safe to say that we found our favorite way to start the morning." She drifts back off to sleep, content and at peace for now, but with an ins

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, her breath tickling the skin of his neck as she nestles even closer against him. "I think that might be my favorite part too." She closes her eyes, drifting off once more with a smile on her lips and the feeling of Kane's steady heartbeat echoing through every cell in her body. As they sleep, their limbs twine together, their bodies molding into each other as if they were always meant to be this way. For now, they are safe and content in their shared slumber, but the dreamlike haze of exhaustion won't last forever. Soon enough, they will wake again, ready for whatever challenges and pleasures the new day might bring them. And no matter what that may be, one thing is certain: they have each other to face it together.

A soft snoring fills the room as Emma lets out a gentle breath, contentment spreading through her limbs like warm honey. The comfort of Kane's embrace is unparalleled; his strength and resilience complement hers perfectly. She dreams of days filled with laughter and love, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. As the sun begins to peek through the curtains, casting its golden light across their bodies, Emma stirs in her sleep, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips. The future looks bright, brighter than it ever has before.