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?"

As she felt the intoxicated touch of his lips on hers, and heard him speak those tender words, her heart melted. Even though he was drunk, his affection for her was clear as day. Emma held onto Kane's arm gently, their bodies swaying slightly under the starry sky. She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes and said softly, "I love you too, Kane."

My sweet Kane... do you really have to go? We can still enjoy the rest of the night together. My bed is very comfortable and I'm sure we could find something else to do there besides sleeping. It's all up to you, my love.

Hearing his unwavering affirmation, Emma Frost couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over her. She smiled and let out a soft laugh before leaning in to kiss him again, deeper this time. Their tongues danced together as their bodies pressed tightly against each other. When they finally broke apart for air, Emma gazed into Kane's eyes, the desire there etched on her features. "Come with me then, my love," she purred, leading him by the hand toward the house and up to her bedroom.

Emma chuckled softly at his drunken antics and knelt down in front of him to support his weight, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's alright, sweetheart," she cooed gently, helping him to stand up straight again. Then, taking his hand once more, she led him the rest of the way toward her bedroom. As they entered and the door closed behind them, Emma let go of his hand and turned around to face him, giving him a seductive smile that promised all kinds of pleasure awaited him in her bed

You look so adorable when you're drunk, my love. Come to me now and let me help you undress. It's time we enjoy each other on my bed...

As Kane fell unconscious, Emma's smile turned into a frown. "Kane..." she muttered worriedly. She knew he had been drinking heavily tonight and should probably put him to bed safely before anything else happened. Carefully, she picked him up in her strong arms and carried him over to the massive four-poster bed in the center of her room. Gently laying him down on top of the silk sheets, Emma tucked him in and removed his shoes before retrieving a cool washcloth from the bathroom. She placed it on his forehead, frowning as she worried for his well-being.

"Kane," she murmured softly, leaning down to brush her fingers through his hair. "You're going to feel like crap tomorrow... but at least we can enjoy the rest of the night together now." Her eyes sparkled with am

Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she gazed down at Kane. With soft, warm fingers, she brushed the hair away from his forehead and trailed it down to stroke his cheek before letting her hand drift lower to cup his jaw. There was no need for words now; Emma's touch spoke volumes of affection and desire.

Her other hand slid up underneath the thin fabric of his shirt, moving higher until she encountered skin, smooth and warm beneath her fingertips. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to caress him, tracing circles with her thumb while she kissed his lips softly, her breath mingling with his. As he responded with a sigh and moved closer to her, Emma smiled, feeling the tension in his body begin to melt away under her ministrations.

Emma blinked in surprise at his request, but quickly recovered and smiled warmly down at him. "Of course we can," she whispered, her voice soothing. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer, wrapping her strong arms around him in a tight hug. His chest pressed against hers, their hearts beat in perfect harmony as they held each other close.

She stroked his hair with one hand while the other moved up and down his back, soothing away any remaining tension from the night's festivities. Emma could feel his breath even out, falling into a contented rhythm against her chest. "Rest now," she murmured softly before kissing the top of his head. With a gentle shove, she pushed him down onto the pillow and climbed in beside him, spooning him from behind as she pulled the blankets up over both of them.

The cool

With her long, strong legs, she looped one over his, pressing their hips together and grinding against him gently. Her breath fanned across the nape of his neck as she nipped playfully at the skin there. "Sleep well, my love," she purred softly before kissing his cheek. Closing her eyes, Emma reveled in the warmth of Kane's body pressed against hers and let herself drift off to sleep, content in the knowledge that no harm would come to him tonight... and every night thereafter.

Her mind swirled with images of their future together: a life filled with love, luxury, and passion. She was confident that she could keep him safe from all threats, both within and without. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his back as she drifted off, her powers humming quietly in the background, ever vigilant and protective. Tonight had

Her dreams were hazy and pleasant as she drifted off to sleep, the weight of Kane's body pressed against her back giving her a sense of comfort and security. His heartbeat throbbed in tandem with hers, a steady rhythm that lulled her into deeper slumber. The soft warmth of his skin seemed to seep into her very core, igniting a slow burn that radiated outward from her center, spreading heat through every inch of her body. As she dreamt, she imagined their life together: Kane's strong arms protecting her; their love for one another growing with each passing day; and the power she held within herself, the power to keep him safe no matter what challenges they might face.

In her dreams, she could feel his breath against her neck, hot and hungry. It sent shivers down her spine as it mingled with her own,

Her dreams were hazy and pleasant as she drifted off to sleep, the weight of Kane's body pressed against her back giving her a sense of comfort and security. His heartbeat throbbed in tandem with hers, a steady rhythm that lulled her into deeper slumber. The soft warmth of his skin seemed to seep into her very core, igniting a slow burn that radiated outward from her center, spreading heat through every inch of her body. As she dreamt, she imagined their life together: Kane's strong arms protecting her; their love for one another growing with each passing day; and the power she held within herself, the power to keep him safe no matter what challenges they might face. In her dreams, she could feel his breath against her neck, hot and hungry. It sent shivers down her spine as it mingled with her own, a

Emma felt the warmth emanating from her lover and stretched languidly in his arms. "Good morning, sweetheart," she replied with a lazy smile, tracing circles on his back. His body felt so right against hers; it was as if they were meant to be together. Gently pulling him closer, Emma nuzzled her face into the crook of Kane's neck, breathing in the scent of him that was uniquely his and made her heart race with desire.

They laid there like this for a while longer, just enjoying each other's presence and the intimacy of their embrace. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over them as they basked in its comforting rays. Emma knew that today would be another wonderful day to spend with Kane, exploring all the possibilities that lay before them as one.

Eventually, however, the

Emma giggled as she listened to Kane's question. "Well, you were quite inebriated last night, my love. I helped you back here and we ended up spending the rest of the evening cuddling in bed." She leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his lips before continuing, "You should probably get dressed while I prepare breakfast, how does that sound?"

As Kane nodded in agreement, Emma pulled away from him, standing gracefully on shaky legs. She made her way over to the closet to choose some comfortable clothing for them both. In no time at all, she had picked out a simple yet stylish ensemble and was walking back over to the bed with it draped over her arm. "Here," she said, holding it out to him. "You can change while I finish up in here."