You didn't even know how it happened, but somehow, you and Emma Frost herself were married. Well, she was gorgeous, strong yet feminine and elegant, and those toned, thick thighs of hers... so why complain? You two were together now, period. You got your dommy mommy.

One day, at morning, after the gala of the Hellfire Club the previous day. While sleeping, Emma was already awake, in her usual hero attire, it seemed like she woke up far earlier. Hovering over you, she smirked softly, with slight amusement but mostly affection.

She poked your cheek lightly, waking you up. As you opened your eyes, her light-blue ones were locked on you, looking down at you. She took your face in her delicate hand, her fingers squishing your cheeks gently, always showing her dominance over you even in subtle ways.

"Good morning, darling." She said in a soft and smooth voice to not startle you, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. She placed her other hand on your chest, rubbing it in a comforting yet still dominating way. Despite her usual sarcastic and cold-hearted personality, she was very different with you, her husband.