I'm not going to get too finicky trying to figure out where this sits in continuity -- consider it a riff on how a situation like this between these characters might go down. All characters are trademark Marvel Comics. This is a parody and is in no way meant as a challenge to their copyright. Only to be read by those 18 years or older.
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"Sushi?" Scott asked.
"Sushi." Emma confirmed.
To say he was a little surprised would be an understatement -- it certainly didn't strike Scott as being his first choice for a celebratory birthday meal. Or even his third.
It had been Emma who had arranged their weekend away. She'd insisted on making this birthday memorable -- the first he'd had since they'd been together. In his position as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, he often found his birthday falling in the middle of an alien invasion or a Sentinel attack.
This was, in fact, the first time in a long time that there wasn't any kind of crisis or siege preventing its celebration, and Emma intended on seizing upon the opportunity in style.
They'd taken a suite at the Four Seasons before heading for a Broadway show, where Emma had surprised him with backstage tickets.
They'd met the cast and had a few drinks before having to excuse themselves. Emma had kept their destination a secret as they'd jumped in a cab to make the quick trip to the restaurant.
And now here they were at Sushi Sasabune up on 73rd. Scott frowned.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, Emma, but...I guess I was kind of in the mood for steak or something."
"Darling," Emma said with slight admonishment in her voice. "Not only did Zagat's vote this the best sushi in the city, but I also wanted to make sure you weren't feeling bloated for the rest of the night."
"Oh?" Scott said, raising an eyebrow behind his ruby quartz glasses. "And what would you have in mind for the rest of the night?"
"Never you mind," Emma replied, a soft smirk on her face. She was wearing her signature blue lipstick and matching eyeshadow. On anyone else it would look cheap. On her, it underlined her stature as the White Queen. "Let's just enjoy our dinner, shall we?"
He opened the door for her and she forwarded in, and the meal turned out to be surprisingly good, if not a little less than filling. Given what Emma had been hinting at, however, Scott thought that was for the best.
They paid their bill and caught a cab back to the hotel, where they took a table in the bar and ordered some drinks.
"I have to say, Emma -- I really appreciate everything you've done tonight," he said while nursing his second martini, her hand in his. "It's been a great birthday. Thank you. Very much."
"You're talking like the evening's already over," Emma said. "But I still have one more surprise up my sleeve. And I think, if you turn around to see who's just arrived, you'll agree with me that it's the best one yet."
Perplexed, Scott swivelled in his chair to look at the entranceway. Standing there, in a figure-hugging black cocktail dress, was Psylocke. She was scanning the crowd, looking for some familiar faces, and lit up when she finally saw Scott and Emma sitting on the other side of the room. Every set of eyes in the place turned to look at her as she made her way towards them, just as they'd done when Emma had entered.
Betsy looked like a panther stalking its way through the jungle, with her sheeny purple hair slicked back and her choice of attire showing off her toned, curvy body to maximum effect.
For her part, Psylocke didn't seem to notice the attention she was receiving as she arrived at the table her X-Men cohorts were sharing.
"Scott -- Emma!" She said, leaning to kiss both their cheeks. "I'm not early am I?"
"Early?" Scott said, confused, but still standing to greet her while she took the spare chair at their table.
"Not at all, you're right on time," Emma said, before gesturing to a waiter. "Drink?"
"Oh, uh, champagne please?" Psylocke said to the white-jacketed man who promptly appeared beside the table.
"Very good, madam." He said before once again vanishing.
"Right on time for what?" Scott asked,
"Oh no," Psylocke said, looking at Emma anxiously. "I haven't ruined the surprise, have I?"
"Not at all. In fact, my dear, you could say you
are
the surprise."
"Excuse me?" Psylocke replied, not noticing that her drink had just been delivered.
"Emma, what's going on?" Scott asked.
"Allow me to explain," Emma said, taking a sip from her glass. "I've long been aware of the attraction that the both of you have felt for one another. Though circumstances have kept you from always working alongside each other, the tension whenever you meet again is, well...palpable.
"While I would never want to manipulate those close to me into doing something they didn't want to, I thought the event of Scott's birthday offered an opportunity for us all to sit and consider a mutually beneficial venture, and so I invited Betsy here under the pretence of attending a birthday party.
"The guest list for that party, however, consists of only three names."
"Emma..." Scott said, more than a little stunned. "You're not....you're not suggesting what I think you are. Are you?"
"What better way to celebrate life, my love, than to seize it in the boldest way possible?" Emma said, a shrewd smile on her face and a teasing twinkle in her eye.
"Oh my God," Scott said, shaking his head. "Betsy, I'm so sorry. I had no idea about any of this, I swear. I don't know what's gotten into Emma, but ---."
"There's no need to apologise, Scott," Psylocke replied, her demeanour as poised and unruffled as always. "Far from it, in fact."
"You're...not mad about this?"
"Well, I'd rather that if Emma had something like this in mind, she could have told me about it beforehand," Psylocke said, shooting Emma a quick look. Emma, for her part, smiled and swirled her drink in her hand.
"But...think about it, Scott. We've both had our brushes with death. We both know --
first-hand