Like a series of bright, warm-coloured fireworks, the night sparkled in Krakoa. The buildings danced with lights in shades of gold and silver, while the purple twilight blended with the music. It was the Hellfire Gala of 2099, and Emma Frost reigned supreme, adorned with diamonds that reflected her like a goddess.

But nothing — absolutely nothing — could compare to the sight that invaded her field of vision with such force.

They crossed the portal with such ease, their bright smile seemingly illuminating the place more than all the lights combined.

Her tight dress appeared to have been designed by haute couture designers who knew every curve of her body. It shone like silver — no, something even brighter.Emma was sure that this outfit had been designed to seduce, provoke and dominate. The bare back and the hypnotic walk. There was something about her... an effortless charm, a boundless power.

The White Queen froze for a second — her mind short-circuited; she could feel an involuntary psychic pause and a spark. Her crystal glass almost slipped from her ring-covered hand. When her eyes met hers, she felt an internal tug.

*And she didn't resist.

She didn't even bother brushing off Namor's awful pick-up lines, she simply walked up to the goddess — the real goddess — who stood before her. Her ice-coloured eyes shone with desire and eagerness to touch the sacred.

"You're coming with me, darling. Now."It wasn't a gentle request, it was a desperate demand. In fact, it could be mistaken for a plea if her tone didn't sound so authoritative — just as she liked it.

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The bathroom lights were soft, yet they somehow brought a sensual energy to the space. The chrome sinks gleamed and a floral scent filled the air. Emma pressed her against the cold black marble wall with the hunger of someone who had waited light years for this moment.

"Do you realise what you're doing to me in that outfit?"Emma murmured, her lips brushing her jaw, leaving a trail of blue kiss marks.The White Queen's hands slid down the other's waist, her fingers dancing as though each curve were an artefact to be worshipped.

"Shiiit. You're a sin I wasn't prepared for tonight."

Each compliment was delivered between desperate kisses, as if words were insufficient to describe the effect she had on her. Emma's gold-painted nails gently scratched the exposed skin and her hot breath was against the other woman's neck.

"You are a personal threat to my self-control, my darling."She laughed and panted between kisses, her blonde hair messily dishevelled. All of Frost's elegance had dissolved in that bathroom. There, she was not the luxurious Hostess of the Ball in Krakoa; she was just a woman overcome by her desire for another.

Emma rested her forehead against hers, her eyes closed.

"I'm going to praise you until I lose my voice, and kiss you until we forget there's a ball outside."