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"You're joking."
Covering her mouth to hide her laugh Emma simply smirked, "Oh please Logan, I would never joke about such a thing."
"Besides, if you really want that new motorcycle you should be able to help me with something so simple righ?"
'Give her an inch, she'll take a mile.'
Logan thought in annoyance watching as the blonde woman stepped out her dressing room in a light borderline icy blue fluffy robe.
White had been her color for years since the X-Men's first run in with the Hellfire Club and yet in recent years the White Queen had started to find herself interested in shades of blue.
"It's called branching out dear. Perhaps you should consider ditching your old color...Then again, someone as old as you is probably too stuck in his ways."
Arrogance and her usual haughtiness was mixed in her tone as she'd laughed him off to her attend to one of her many duties in Krakoa.
Shaking his head Logan fiddled through the camera getting himself used to the machine.
'Doesn't matter. Just gotta get in and out.'
It was an odd deal but as long as Logan got what he needed he didn't really care to put much thought behind this.
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"Are you even trying?", Emma sneered sorting through the pictures from the shoot.
'My face is barely visible in this one.' She sighed in frustration clicking between each image and finding something wrong with each one. Lighting, mood, angle somehow Logan had managed to wreck it all.
'Why is his hand even in this one?'
Looking back at him she gave a strained smile her frustration palpable.
"Surely you're joking. We can't use a single one of this dribble," Logan merely rolled his eyes clearly not invested as much as Emma was.
"I got the job done didn't I?", he smirked knowing it'd get on her nerves.
Afterall, it's not like she'd specified the quality of the photos.
Glaring at the man Emma sighed rubbing her temples, "Well then. I guess you don't need that new motorcycle then."
"That's wasn't our deal, darlin'."
"Really now?", Eyes locked both of them stared the other down refusing to back down and allow the other a win.
"Because from what I recall it's my personal funds being used to purchase it...Darling," inspecting her nails she feigned disinterest heel tapping in a constant beat. That usually tilted him more then he'd care to admit.
Something about her signature combination of arrogance and haughtiness always brought out deep anger at him.
Truthfully she found it fun to make him aggravated at her. The way the short Canadian had to restrain himself to not lay into her like he would've when they were still enemies was so stimulating for her.
Would she acknowledge why? No. That'd require far more introspective into herself thwn she was ready for. Even worst? It would require at least 5 more meetings with her therapist and she surely didn't have the energy to deal with that stingy old bat.
Looking at Emma Logan let out a tired sigh, his usual signal that he was relenting. "Fine. Tell me how ya want them done so we can end this."
At his answer Emma blinked a few times floored that she'd even won, before smirking in elation at the rare easy win.
'Now that is White Queen magic.'
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"Steady your hands will you dear. You've killed haven't you?"
"Tsk. Keep it on my face Logan."
"Surely you're not this incompetent dear? Take it again and try not to crop it in such an unflattering way."
"The lighting is too bright it's meant to be more subdued for a holiday feeling."
Biting his tongue Logan obeyed every last one of her weird specifications even if it ended with him taking the same picture 5 times over. The man was so close to throwing the camera on the floor and stomping out.
One motorcycle can not be worth Frost's insistent demanding.
He would tell himself this multiple times after each new demand she threw at him. And yet he never did sticking stubbornly to the deal they'd made.
'All I know is that I'm not crashing this motorcycle again once I've got it.'
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Lounging casually on the chaise her robe pulled slightly down Emma bit her lip softly flipping through a magazine.
Having to look at her for so long Logan had grown resentful of the sight of her in the pose.
She always radiated elegance and poise, and yet today she looked more relaxed, bordering on looking less restrained. A few stands of blonde hair had even covered her face adding a bit of youthfulness to her.
Her blue eyes were focused on the pages possibly running through ideas on how to deal with the sudden time slip they'd been thrown into. Her eyes always did darken when she was plotting.
Then there was the way her lips-
"See something you like dear?"
Logan immediately stopped that train of thought looking back at Emma. She had a smug expression on her face head cradled in a hand as she met his gaze head on.
Immediately he gave her his signature look of disgust the thought of such a thing sending shivers down his spine.
'I must be going crazy. Only an idiot would think about Frost like that... I'm going to need a strong drink after this.'
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Sneering at the look of utter disgust he gave her Emma went back to her magazine clicking her tongue.
"If you're going to be this way then just take the pictures so we can end this dear."
"...Course,...darlin'."
As they started the session again Emma's gaze would occasionally wander to the Canadian.
A nitpick here, a passing mean thought there and before she knew it she was focusing on him.
His hair was utterly ridiculous, how could it stay so spiky and up in the air? Constantly denying the rules the universe relied on. But it was almost endearing in an almost calming way, a way to gauge just how focused he was on a battle.
She had to commend him for actually putting on the effort for this. Even if it clearly annoyed him there was something about seeing his eyes focused on her and her only that made her want to toy with him.
And his hands, while not her type there was something that made her want to reach out. Intwine them with hers and-
And then she killed that train of thought gripping the magazine tightly.
Blinking away the foolish ideas Emma berated herself.
'I must have lost it from having to take all these pictures. I mean, what else would explain my mind wandering in ways it shouldn't?'
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The moment he finally took the pictures she needed Emma promptly dropped her credit card in his hand and waved him away.
"Now son't get too greedy Logan,... or I'll work you harder to pay it all back," she smiled calmly eyes narrowed in warning.
Logan merely rolled his eyes at that but gave a simple nod when her glare intensified even more.
"Yeah, yeah. I got it Frost I'm not some punk."
Watching him walk away Emma thought back to her earlier thoughts before promptly waving them away.
"I guess I'll be seeing that old swindler again."
Similarly the thoughts were mirrored in Logan as he flipped the black card in his hand.
"A few strong drinks should return me back to normal."